Page 114 of Delirium
“We can’t.” I laughed, turning around to face him. His eyes were half open, sleep still lingering on the edges. My stomach was becoming a small barrier between us, and I could no longer press my entire body to him. “We’re having that dinner tonight, remember?”
“Whose silly idea was that?” he grumbled.
“Yours.” I chuckled. “You wanted to have Christmas Eve dinner here, not me. I would’ve been happy with just a Christmas tree and takeout.”
“God, and we need to decorate the Christmas tree as well,” he groaned, dragging a hand over his face. “Please stop me from ever again doing something like this.”
“It’s going to be fun.” I smiled, pressing my lips to his. “All our people in one spot.”
“Me freezing my balls off, trying to arrange that cinema shit in the backyard,” he moaned. “I’m telling you, Sunshine, I shouldn’t have done this.”
“No.” I laughed. “You shouldn’t have, but you did, and now we need to get our pretty little asses up and go downstairs to help Zoe with cooking. You know she’s already up and running, and most probably cursing because the Christmas tree isn’t up.”
“I know. She’s going to kill me. I can already tell.”
She probably would. When Storm told Zoe we would be having a ginormous Christmas dinner for everyone right here at the Clubhouse, I thought she would burst a blood vessel. The dirty looks she kept sending his way every time she saw him were amusing at best, and the fact that Storm actually feared for his life was what kept me laughing every time I saw the two of them in the same room.
But somewhere in between us running the Clubhouse together, trying to find out more about Belladonna, worrying about our friends, I started wishing for a real Christmas, only him and our kids as a family, far away from everyone else. But it was wishful thinking, the one that could only send me on the dark road where I wanted more than I already had. But it wasn’t wrong of me, wanting to have a house where we could raise our kids, a little piece of heaven we could call our own.
All these dreams always kept crashing down, because I had no idea what Storm and I were. Yeah, we slept in the same bed now because I couldn’t sleep without him and keeping him on that sofa chair was cruel. We kissed, we told each other “I love you”, but I had no idea if we were together or not.
He hadn’t touched me since we came back from Emercroft Lake, and to say that taking care of your needs was not as good as it would be if he was doing it, would be an understatement of the year. My fingers and the toys I bought weren’t a substitute for him and the things he could do to my body. Waking up next to him, with wetness between my legs, was not my idea of fun, when he wouldn’t touch me.
I had no idea why. I tried not to think about it, because every single time, my mind would tell me it was because he didn’t find me attractive anymore, which couldn’t be true. Right? He still couldn’t keep his hands off me. He kept touching me, kissing me, holding my hand every single time we were out, so why wouldn’t he fuck me, dammit?
“What are you thinking about?” Storm asked, his forest green eyes slowly dragging over my face, drinking me in. “You start frowning every time you’re thinking hard.” He smiled, pressing his thumb between my furrowed brows. “What’s bothering you?”
“I’m horny,” I blurted out, staring at him. “I feel like my vagina is going to combust if it doesn’t get some action soon. I have no idea if it’s the pregnancy, or the fact that you’re here, or—”
I never got to finish the sentence.
Storm all but attacked me, pressing his mouth to mine, devouring me, drinking me in, as his dick, covered only with his sweatpants, kept sliding over my pussy, driving me wild.
“Shit,” he grunted, drinking in every single moan escaping from me.
“I swear to all that’s holy, Storm.” I glowered at him. “If you don’t fuck me, I’ll go and find someone who will.”
“You aren’t going anywhere, Sunshine.,” He grinned viciously. “This pussy,” he cupped me over my underwear, “it fucking belongs to me. I was trying to give you space, to let you come to me. Hell, my hand is going to fall off from the amount of jerking off I’ve been doing. I’ve been walking around half-hard, and it hasn’t been fun and games.”
“You were?” I asked as he pinned my hands above my head. “I thought you didn’t want me anymore,” I mumbled, ashamed that these thoughts even existed in my mind. “I thought that maybe you found me repulsive.”
“Repulsive?” He reared back as if I’d slapped him. “Why the hell would I think that?”
“Well…” I pulled myself upright, leaning on my elbows. “If you haven’t noticed, our kids have become big enough to pass for two soccer balls,” I murmured. “And my entire body has changed.”
“Ophelia—”
“I don’t know, okay? I just thought you didn’t find me attractive anymore.” I pouted. “Maybe it was wrong, but still.”
“Phee,” he called to me, lifting my head while holding his fingers under my chin. “You’re beautiful.” He smiled, crooning as soon as my eyes met his. “You have always been beautiful to me, but now,” he pressed a kiss to my belly, moving slowly to my boobs, “you’re carrying our kids, baby. You’re protecting them, and these…” He motioned for my boobs. “These have become so much bigger than before, and God, I’ve been itching to play with them,” he grumbled, his voice husky.
Not even a second later, he pushed the T-shirt I wore over my head, leaving me only in my panties, completely naked from the waist up.
“Beautiful,” he purred as his hands cupped my boobs, pressing them together. “So fucking beautiful.”
With hazy eyes, he looked at my face, slowly lowering himself until his lips were just a breath away from mine.
“I’ve wanted you so much, Sunshine. So fucking much. Nothing else compares to you. I wanted to come in here and fuck you raw so many times, but I stayed back, wanting to give you time.”
