Riding the Storm (56 page)

Ten

A
nchoring
himself
above
Jayla
on
his
elbows,
Storm

looked
down
at
her
and
smiled.
Dang,
she
always
looked
beautiful
after
experiencing
an
orgasm.
What
more
could
a
man
ask
for
than
to
be
right
there
to
experience
each
one
with
her.

He
sighed
deeply.
Now
that
he
knew
he
loved
her,
he
had
to
figure
out
a
way
to
get
her
to
fall
in
love
with
him
as
well.
First,
he
would
have
to
gain
her
complete
trust,
and
then
he
had
to
make
sure
she
clearly
understood
that
he
was
her

Mr.
Right
and
wanted
a
long-term
relationship
with
her,
one
that
ended
in
marriage.
A
smile
curved
his
lips.
Yeah,
that’s
what
he
wanted,
Jayla
as
his
wife.

“Why
are
you
smiling?”

He
met
her
gaze.
Her
eyelids
were
heavy
and
her
cheeks
had
a
sated
flush.
Leaning
down,
he
brushed
a
kiss
across
her
lips.
“After
what
we’ve
just
shared,
how
can
you
ask
me
that?”

As
usual,
everything
had
been
perfect.
The
way
their

bodies
had
come
together
while
a
trail
of
fire
had
blazed

between
them.
It
was
a
fire
he
hadn’t
wanted
to
put
out,
but
instead
had
done
everything
within
his
power
to
ignite
even
further,
to
make
it
burn
out
of
control.

And
it
had.

By
the
time
he
had
entered,
she
had
been
delirious
with
desire,
begging
breathlessly
for
him
to
make
love
to
her;
she’d
been
a
she-cat,
clawing
his
back
and
nipping
his

shoulders.
And
when
they
had
finally
come
together,
she
had
cried
out
his
name
and
he
had
continued
to
move

inside
of
her,
taking
them
to
heights
of
profound
pleasure.

He
loved
her,
he
thought
in
wonder,
as
he
leaned
down
and
murmured
her
name
against
her
cheek.
“Mind
if
I
stay
the
night?”

He
felt
her
smile
against
his
lips.
“Umm,
I
would
be
highly
disappointed
if
you
didn’t,”
she
said
softly.

He
chuckled.
“In
that
case,
I’ll
stay.”
He
pressed
his
mouth
to
hers
and
kissed
her,
needing
the
taste
of
her
again.

Moments
later,
he
slowly
pulled
back
and
flicked
his
gaze
over
her
features.
Heat
immediately
surged
through
his

groin.
If
he
didn’t
get
out
bed,
he
would
be
making
love
to
her
all
over
again,
and
she
needed
her
rest.

“I’ll
turn
off
the
lights,”
he
whispered.

“All
right,
but
hurry
back.”

He
grinned
as
he
eased
out
of
bed
and
slipped
into
his
jeans.
And
just
think
he’d
assumed
that
she
needed
her
rest.
He
glanced
at
the
huge
plant
that
sat
in
the
corner.
It

was
just
where
he’d
wanted
it,
in
her
bedroom
so
she
could
think
of
him
whenever
she
saw
it.

As
he
walked
out
of
the
bedroom,
the
image
of
Jayla’s
sexy
smile
when
she’d
told
him
to
hurry
back
filled
his
mind
and
made
him
want
to
do
just
as
she’d
requested.
When
he
got
to
the
living
room,
he
leaned
down
to
turn
off
the
lamp
near
the
sofa
and
his
gaze
caught
sight
of
a
letter
lying
on
the

coffee
table.
It
was
a
letter
from
a
fertility
clinic.

Without
thinking
that
he
didn’t
have
any
right
to
do
so,
he

picked
up
the
letter
and
read
it.
A
few
seconds
later,
he

sank
down
on
her
sofa,
not
believing
what
he
had
just
read.
He
felt
stunned.
Confused.
Jayla
had
sought
out
the

services
of
a
fertility
clinic
to
get
artificially
inseminated
with
some
stranger’s
sperm?
Why?

He
reread
the
letter,
thinking
there
must
be
a
mistake
but
again
the
contents
were
the
same.
She
was
scheduled
to
have
a
physical
tomorrow—which
actually
was
today—
and
then,
when
it
was
determined
her
body
would
be
most

fertile,
she
would
go
in
to
have
the
procedure
done.

“You
were
supposed
to
hurry
back.”

Storm
stood
when
Jayla
walked
out
of
the
bedroom.
When
she
saw
the
letter
in
his
hand,
she
quickly
crossed
the
room
and
snatched
it
from
him.
“You
had
no
right
to
read
that,

Storm.”