Chayton's Tempest (21 page)

Tempest had her mouth open and short panting sounds

emerged from it. Despite the cold wall behind her, he saw the

sheen of sweat that covered her dark body. Her breasts jiggled

with every forward stroke he delivered.

Looking down, Maverick slowed and watched his rigid

erection slip into her body. The way his thick organ entered

between her swollen lips. The way she opened just for him, her

skin stretching and holding him.

He shuddered as he felt the telltale sign of his upcoming

ejaculation. Closing his eyes, he fought for control. Still, his

hips picked up their pace again.

Harder he
pistoned
into her. Faster his body drilled hers

back into the wall. Deeper his cock went into her, sending

shockwaves through them both.

“
Ohhh
!” Tempest screamed.

Maverick grunted and opened his eyes to watch her. Her

body tightened around his and her nails dug into his skin.

“Tempest,” he ground out.

“
Ohhh
!” Her back arched. Breasts pushed towards him

as they bounced against her torso. The heels of her shoes began

burrowing into his back.

Maverick watched her face when her internal muscles

clenched around him. Her eyes fluttered back in her head as

she shuddered beneath him. The feel of her around him sent

him over the edge.

He came with a shout as his penis discharged thick

streams of come as deep as possible within her. Tempest

answered with an unholy shout as his release triggered another

one inside her.

If not for his hands supporting her and years of yoga,

surely she would have snapped her back in two. Her body was

bent like a pretzel as she quivered beneath him.

With exquisite care, despite the quaking his own limbs

were doing, Maverick lifted her so she was upright against

him. Sweat dripped from his head onto hers as he kissed her

gently.

Unhooking her legs, Tempest stood on the floor and

looked away from him. Her eyes took in the clothing tossed

around the floor. It made her take more notice of how naked

she was.

Ignoring the hand he held out to her, Tempest skirted

past him and got dressed in record time. As she was buttoning

her shorts, his hand clasped her wrist. Embarrassed, at how

she’d acted, she stole a glance up at him.

His pants were back on and zipped, but his shirt

remained off. Maverick’s eyes were staring back at her.

“Tempest,” he murmured.

Swallowing, she remained silent and waited for him to

say something else. Maverick ran his eyes over her before

sweeping her up in his arms. He carried her over to an open

space along the wall and lowered them both to the ground.

Keeping his strong body between her and the cold wall,

he tucked her under his chin. Latching his arms around her,

Maverick closed his eyes and pressed his lips to her head.

Tempest snuggled in deep to his warm chest. His arms

around her made her feel so secure. With a sigh, she closed her

eyes and felt perfectly content.

Flowery words weren’t needed as they lay cuddled

together in the cellar of her business. Without opening her eyes,

Tempest asked in a low voice, “Plan on telling me what

happened?”

His strong arms flexed around her. He buried his face

deeper into her hair. Tempest was about to ask again when she

felt the splash of a tear on the top of her head. That brought her

eyes open. Pulling back as far as his hold would allow, she

looked up at him.

The devastation in his eyes almost killed her. Never in

all of her years did she think she would see the great James

Lonetree
cry. He stared at her as tears fell from the black

diamonds he had for eyes.

“James?” Tempest climbed off his lap and crouched

beside him.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, reaching out to thread his

fingers through her hair.

“Oh, James,” Tempest crooned as she sat down and

pulled his body toward hers.

For the first time in what seemed forever, James

Lonetree
accepted comfort from someone outside of his Team.

Even with them, he was unnaturally composed. Unlike when

he’d held
Lex
at the hospital, all of his emotions released this

time.

Tempest had no idea how long she sat on that cold

cement floor, cradling the upper body of the man who had just

given her such extensive pleasure. All she knew was he

desperately sought some type of solace; and despite their past,

she couldn’t deny him, especially after seeing his raw pain.

“Mom?” Dakota’s voice floated down from the top of

the cellar. Maverick stiffened and moved away from her.

“I’m down here,
Dak
, grabbing some more cases. Be

right up.” Tempest stood as well, watching the agitated way

Maverick forced his shirt back on.

“Need help?” Dakota yelled down.

Flicking a quick glance to Maverick, who balled his

hands into fists, she shook her head. “No. We got it. Maverick

is down here with me.”

Silence reigned from above. “Okay,” Dakota shouted.

Tempest pretended not to notice the glance Maverick

shot her. Instead, she pointed at a box and said, “That one can

go up.”

Maverick picked up the box. It weighed next to nothing

for his strength. He waited for her to precede him up the stairs.

As she moved past him, Tempest didn’t say a word.

Dakota and Shelia were behind the bar as Tempest

walked in. The young couple was in a heated discussion, one

that dropped off the second she entered.

After the boxes were set down, Dakota glanced between

his parents. Both of them blankly retuned his stare. “What are

you doing here?” he asked the man who had given him half his

heritage.

Maverick’s tone was emotionless. “I came to see

Tempest.”

“That much is obvious.” Dakota looked at his mother.

“Burl stopped by to see you.”

Maverick’s gaze slashed over to land on Tempest, who

was doing a good job of avoiding his look. “I’ll give him a call.”

Tempest paused. “Once I get home.”

Picking up his helmet, Maverick walked over to

Tempest. Once she met his eyes, his mouth kicked up into a

small grin. “Thank you. For listening.”

So much emotion swirled around in his dark eyes it

threw her off. “You’re welcome.” Tempest licked her lips and

almost groaned as his taste was immediately reintroduced to

her system.

Swiping her keys off the counter, she hollered to her son.

“Thanks for putting this stuff away.” A few steps away from

the door, she stopped. “Good to see you as well, Shelia.” With a

small wave, she slipped out of the door and into the brilliant

desert summer sun.

A hand was on her shoulder as she unlocked the door to

her Envoy. “Tempest.” Maverick’s rich tone wove a spell

around her.

She looked at him through her mirrored glasses.

“What?”

“This isn’t finished between us.”

Shuddering at his touch, Tempest was glad the

sunglasses gave her some protection from his eyes. “There isn’t

anything there.” As a frown furrowed across his face she shook

her head. “No, let’s be real here, James. What happened in

there was just comfort. That’s all. We offered comfort to one

another.”

Stepping back from his intoxicating touch, she turned

her back on him and climbed into her vehicle. Tempest drove

off without looking back at the man standing there. Well,

perhaps there was one quick look in the rearview mirror.

_

Tempest grinned at the man across from her at the table.

“I must say I’m very glad you made it back okay.”

Dark eyes sparkled back at her. “Words that make each

return better than the last.”

She laughed and reached for her drink. “If you say so.”

Tempest found herself really looking at the man across from

her. He had dark-cocoa skin and black hair that was short all

over. He was tall and lean, muscular without being

overbearingly so.

“Are you sure you don’t want something other than

tea?” he questioned as he took a drink of his margarita.

“I’m sure. Serving alcohol all the time kind of makes me

not crazy to imbibe.” She shook her head. “Thank you,

though.”

Phillip “Burl”
Burlson
leaned up on his elbows. His

dinner companion was a stunning woman; he’d fallen for her

ever since he’d had the luck to enter into a small bar called B’s

Quarry.

“Well, I don’t want you to feel left out.”

Tempest grinned. “Please, you are feeding me. I’m

perfectly content.”

“As am I. I love sharing a meal with a gorgeous

woman.” Winking at her, Burl picked up his fork and ate more

of his lime grilled chicken.

“So, did everything go okay?” Tempest dipped a

breadstick in the meat sauce on her plate.

“It wasn’t bad,” he conceded. “Glad to be back. Doesn’t

matter how exotic of a place we go, there are just some things

that are only found at home.” His eyes settled gently upon her

face.

Tempest flushed. “Are you trying to charm me, Burl?”

Brilliant teeth flashed against his darker skin. “You don’t

know?” He reached across the small table and picked up her

hand, holding it gently in his larger one.

Allowing their fingers to intertwine, Tempest shook her

head at him. “I’m not entirely sure about you; you know how

you like to tease and make jokes.”

“About some things, Tempest. Never about us. That is

way too important.” His fingers tightened on hers. “I do have

something to ask you tonight.”

Flashes of what Dakota had told her raced through her

mind followed closely by the face of one James
Lonetree
. His

eyes were full of anger as he looked at her. It was like he was

saying she belonged to him.

“Tempest?” Burl’s question brought her back.

“Everything okay? I lost you for a moment there.”

“I’m right here.” She returned the squeeze on his fingers

before letting go and bringing her hand back to her side of the

table.

“Really?” He turned intelligent eyes to her face. “Is there

someone else?”

Tears filled her eyes as she shook her head. “No,” she

managed to sputter. “There isn’t anyone in my life.”

Embarrassed, she wiped away the first traitorous tear that fell.

Without missing a beat, Burl waved for the bill and

escorted Tempest out of the restaurant by the time the tears

began to freely fall. He slipped one strong arm around her and

led her over to a nearby bench.

“What’s wrong? Tempest, please.” Burl sat beside her

and stretched one arm out across the back of the bench. He