Taming the Storm (The Storm 3)

“She didn’t stay over.” He smirks. “Stayed for a few hours. We did the good stuff, and then she went on her merry way, so I could get my beauty sleep. Anyway, you look overly happy this morning, not that I’m complaining. I’m just wondering what sparked the happiness.” He looks to the waitress to place his order. “I’ll have the same as my girl here. Thanks.”

She gives him the sex eye like most women do, but he turns back to me, not even giving her the time of day. She looks a little downcast as she wanders away. I want to tell her that blondes aren’t Cale’s thing, but obviously, that would seem a little weird if I did.

“So, is that smile because of Robbi Kraft?”

At the mention of Robbi’s name, my lips turn down. Cale notices, so I have to tell him what happened last night. I just leave out the whole sex-with-Tom part and the fact that he and I are now fuck buddies.

“That motherfucker,” Cale seethes. “I’m gonna kick his ass when I get my hands on him.”

“Whose ass are we kicking?” Sonny asks. He and Van have just rocked up.

“Robbi ‘Cuntface’ Kraft.” Cale then proceeds to fill them in.

By this time, I’m feeling pretty small.

“Guys, please, can we just leave it alone? I know you’re looking out for me, but to be honest, it’s just really embarrassing, and I want to forget it.”

Cale reaches over and squeezes my hand. “I just don’t like seeing you hurt. You hurt, I hurt. And it makes me want to hurt the motherfucker who did it.”

“I second that,” Van says.

“Third. You’re our girl, Ly,” Sonny adds. “Nobody messes with you. They mess with you, they mess with us all. We’re a team.”

My insides warm.

Then, my irrational guilt reminds me that my team is missing one member, and I remember why. Suddenly, I don’t feel so great anymore.

Swallowing past my conflicting emotions, I say, “Thanks, guys. But, honestly, Tom took care of it last night, and now, I just want to forget about it.”

“Forget about what?”

My eyes flick up to find Tom standing over our table.

Um…definitely not the hot sex you and I had or the multiple orgasms you gave me only hours ago.

“Robbi Kraft,” I cough out.

Tom’s face darkens at the mention of Robbi’s name. I grab my coffee and take a sip.

“Ly told us what he did,” Van says.

Tom takes the empty seat beside me.

“Yeah, thanks for looking out for Ly and taking care of Robbi ‘Cuntface’ Kraft,” Cale says to Tom.

“No problem.” He gives a one-shoulder shrug as he drapes his other arm over the back of my chair.

Why does he have his arm around my chair? He doesn’t do that normally. If he starts acting out of the ordinary, people might realize something is going on between us.

“And thanks for bringing her back here safely,” Cale adds.

My whole body tenses.

He did more than just that.

I can practically feel the smirk on Tom’s face from beside me.

A heat is burning up my neck, heading for my face.

“It was my pleasure,” Tom says, his voice smooth.

His fingertips touch the back of my arm. His callous fingers gently tickle my smooth skin.

And just like that, my body is immediately tuned to his.

I’m aware of him. Every movement he makes. The hitch in his breath as he draws a line down my arm with the tip of his finger.

A blazing trail is left in his wake.

God, I want him again.

How is that even possible? I would think my body had its fill last night.

Apparently not.

I’m getting horny and antsy at the feel of Tom’s touch, and I’m ready to bolt out of here.

He suddenly removes his hand from around my chair, leaving me feeling oddly bereft.

He waves the waitress over.

When she sees Tom, I see the way her eyes light up like the Fourth of July.

I find myself watching him closely for his reaction to her because she is exactly his type.

“Coffee, black,” he says to the waitress. Then, he turns to me.

Wow.

He barely looked at her, and now, he’s looking at me.

He leans in close. “You left,” he says quietly into my ear. He doesn’t sound happy.

A shiver runs through me.

I quick a glance at the guys. They’re talking among themselves.

I meet Tom’s eyes. “You were sleeping,” I whisper. “I didn’t want to wake you.”

His eyes narrow. “Next time, wake me. I woke up with a raging hard-on, and no you to relieve it.”

Feeling daring, I give him a saucy look. Then, I give the table another check to make sure no one’s watching. I reach my hand under the table and palm his cock through his jeans.

His stomach muscles tense against my arm.

I meet his stare, biting my lip. “Shame. Guess you’ll just have to wait until tonight,” I whisper, removing my hand.

He catches my wrist, pulling me back. His voice sounds lethal as he says, “I’m not fucking waiting.”

I stifle a moan as lust coils low in my belly, bolting straight to my sex.

Tom lets go of my wrist and stands. “Bus will be up front in thirty minutes, guys, so be ready to leave. Lyla, come with me.”

I blink up at him, stunned. “Um…what? Come with you? Why?”

I’m pretty sure I know why. I just don’t want everyone else to know why.