Hurricane Butterfly (7 page)

I get the same familiar feeling of butterflies in my stomach as I pull out my phone to dial his number, but then, the phone rings in my hand. It’s Alice.

“Hey.”

“Soph?”

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“Are you at home?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Uhm, I don’t know if I should be telling you this, but I reckon it’s better that you’re prepared…”

“What’s going on? Just tell me.”

“Josh’s Camaro is parked at the motel just outside of town. It’s been there since ten tonight.”

“What?” I gasped.

Chapter 14

~Josh~

It is just before ten pm when I pull into the same motel I stayed in the last time I was here. My dick is like a fucking magnet, pulling in the direction of her house, but I want to do this the right way.

If I had any fucking sense, I wouldn’t be here. Ben is right, as much as I fucking hate to admit it. I’m still fucked up. I don’t want to be with anyone, but then, when I’m with her, every fucking wall I’ve built around myself comes crashing down. I stopped trying to outrun my demons a long time ago, but I am definitely not facing them either.

I turn off the water in the shower when I hear a knocking on my door. Ben doesn’t know I am here, and I’m sure I didn’t fucking forget any of my shit at reception. I wrap the white towel around my waist and walk to the door.

“Sophie, what are you doing here?” I take her arm and pull her inside from the dark. She comes more willingly than I had hoped, but Jesus she’s making it so easy for me to love her.

Her golden hair is damp, hanging down a pink top that clings to her heaving chest, but more than that, it is the way she is looking at me that has me in a mind-fuck.

She opens her mouth, fumbling to find the right words, “Alice said your car was here and…‌I…‌just wanted to…”

My cock hardens instantly as my eyes trace over her chest. I can see her nipples pressing against the thin material.

“Are you crazy coming here in the middle of the god damn night?” I realize my words might have been a bit harsh as she blinks a few times looking at me with those big blue eyes. No matter how much I try to deny it, being away from her has just fueled the feelings burning me up from inside. I put my arms on either side of her against the door, dipping my head down to breathe in her flowery scent.

“I…‌I wanted to see you.” Her breath is warm against my skin as I lean over her, I can feel my cock press against the towel.

“Baby, you don’t know how much I need to hear those words.” My hands cup her face.

She sucks in her lip, and then lifts her hands up against my chest, light as a butterfly. “I want you,” she whispers as her lips burn onto my wet skin.

Chapter 15

My brain turns into mush as I lay my hands on his muscular chest. He is the most beautiful guy I have ever seen, and he is standing inches from me. My eyes trail down the muscular V-line, and the thin line of black peeking out from the edge of the towel hanging low on his hips. His very visible erection is pressing against it.

His body is glistening, dripping wet, with a few days worth of rough stubble like the first time I saw him, standing on the porch, looking at me over his black Aviators. The black rings around his stormy grey eyes are thick as he looks down at me.

“I’m not worth it, baby.” He slams his fist against the door, his mouth inches from mine.

“You’re wrong.”

His hands slide down the door to my hips, slipping underneath my sweater. “You don’t know what you’re saying.” He pushes me up against the door.

Before I can respond, his lips crush mine, kissing me deeply and urgently. His hands slip down from my hips and cup my ass as he lifts me up against him and carries me to the bed with his lips still on mine. A low groan escapes his mouth as he lowers me to my feet, and the small towel he’s wearing drops to the ground, but he swings me around with my back towards him before I can see him.

“One last chance to go, baby.” The sound of his low, husky voice makes my skin tingle with anticipation. This is it, the moment I have been having nightmares about since the first time I saw him, opening myself up for rejection and heartbreak.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

He pulls me back against him as his hands slip around to the front and undo my pants, pushing his fingers inside against my skin, sliding them all the way to the floor where I step out of them.

My breath hitches as his fingers trace over the soaked triangle of my crotch, then torturously slow back up my sides to my shoulders, slipping the straps of my lacy bra off one by one, kissing my shoulders and unclipping the latch in front. I feel his breath on my neck as my boobs spring free from the lace constraints.

Little sparks of electricity shoot through my wetness as one hand closes over the swell of my breast pressing my nipple between his fingers. He brushes my hair over my shoulder followed by his warm moist lips trailing from my neck all the way down my spine, over the horrible scars as if they do not exist.

He takes his time as his fingertips caress my back while kissing every inch of my nightmares away. I shudder every time I feel his lips on me. Then he turns me around and slowly guides me onto the bed, hovering over me.

“Every part of you,” he whispers in a husky growl, “I want, every part of you.” His eyes burn into my body as his hands trail my hips and between my legs. His fingers press through the lace into my moist, swollen entrance.

He moves back up, taking one nipple in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue then the other, sucking and nibbling softly then downwards between my legs where the familiar ache pulses through me like a heartbeat.

“I need this off.”

I lift my hips and he slowly pulls off my panties, his eyes on me. My legs are quivering as he drops the panties next to the bed and puts his hands on my knees, gently opening me up.

Chapter 16

~Josh~

The smell of her sex is driving me fucking wild. She lies back with her knees up over my shoulders giving me direct access to her glistening pussy. My arms reach under her legs with my hands on her full breasts, pulling and rolling her pink nipples between my fingers as I suck her clit. She comes quickly, digging her nails into my arms as I milk her sweet essence from her, lapping it up with my tongue.

I sit back and grab the condom from the bedside table, ripping it open with my teeth then rolling it onto my pulsing cock dripping with cum. I need to put on the brakes; otherwise this is going to be over in no time.

“Baby girl, if I don’t get inside you right now I’m going to fucking explode.”

She looks at me, eyes hazy with puckered brows. I lean in between her legs letting my lips trail up from her stomach, between her breasts to that pretty pink pout I picture around my cock.

Her fingers fist in my hair as our tongues dance, ravishing each other. I pull back just enough to position my cock at her entrance, ready to fill her up. Her mouth falls open as I slide the sensitive tip over her moist entrance. Sweet Jesus, she’s so fucking beautiful, all sexed up and glowing. Her hands fist the sheets as the tip slips in between her pussy lips and presses into her. Two inches deep and she clenches around me so tightly it feels like my cock is going to snap.

My eyes catch hers. They are clear blue, pupils dilated, terrified.

”You okay, baby?” I manage through my breath as she constricts around my cock.

Silence.

I try to push deeper, but her muscles clamps down on me. “I need words, baby.”

“I’m fine,” she says in a shaky voice.

What the fuck? She’s sucking me in so tight it feels as if my cock’s going to break in half. My balls are hard as rocks as I try to pull out slowly. Fuck!

“Don’t move.” My words come out a little harsher than intended.

She freezes as I pull out, lick two fingers and push into her hard, but she’s wet enough. Sweet Jesus, she’s tight, milking my fingers as I reach deeper.

“Josh!” She cries out my name, biting her fist as I work her up then take myself in hand and slip in on the back of my fingers, pushing in halfway when she goes off like a rocket.

Whoa! “Sshh baby, it’s okay.” I pull back. Those big blue eyes are too watery, fuck; I don’t even have to ask. Her eyebrows lift as she looks at me with her chin trembling. I lower myself over her, stroking her hair from her flushed face.

“Baby girl, please tell me I’m not your first.” I can feel my cock swelling from her sweet taste on my tongue. She looks at me with clenched fists and shakes her head.

“Uhm.” Her voice quivers.

Fuck! “Sophie, I need a straight answer.”

She shakes her head, biting down on her lip, eyes big and watery. The one girl that’s crawled underneath my skin, making me feel shit I have never felt until now. Even though I want to do nothing more than bury myself deep inside that tight pussy, I can’t. I have to take care of her.

“Come here.” I pull her into the crook of my arm and hold her, just hold her. She molds into me like she is fucking made for me. For the first time, pussy isn’t all I want…‌I want more, I want all of her.

“Are you mad at me?” She whispers.

I press my eyes close as the warmth of her breath brush against my skin. My grip tightens around her. Being mad at her just isn’t fucking possible, but if I could punch myself in the face I would.

”No baby, how can I be mad at you for being a good girl. It’s just that I’m not the one you want to give this to. If I’d known this, I would have stayed the fuck away.

She lifts her head resting her chin on my chest. “Why do you say that?”

My mouth closes over hers before she can say another word. I just can’t resist. Her bottom lip quivers as my lips press against hers. “I’m not taking this from you tonight, not because I don’t want to, trust me, you’ve got me all kinds of worked up. It’s just…‌maybe you need to think about what you’re doing. ”

I cup her face in my hand pressing my lips firmly against her forehead. “I don’t want to hurt you, baby.” She looks up at me like a fucking puppy up for adoption. She can make me do anything if she looks at me like that. I know what she needs, and it’s not me….

Anger bubbles up inside as I feel her wet lashes press against my chest as she lowers her head. I put my fingers under her chin “Look at me, baby.”

She looks up but her gaze is still low. “Sshh, don’t cry, please. You’re fucking killing me here.”

She wipes the tears from her cheeks and lifts her face up to me. “How the fuck are you still a virgin?

She pulls back a sob “My boyfriend broke up with me after the attack, I guess I’ve never thought I’d…” she stops.

My chest aches as my fingers brush over the scars cut into her back. Knowing Ben was there to take care of her through all of this makes me feel even more like dick for sweeping in and taking her from him.

Ben wasn’t just taking care of her physical wounds; he was taking care of her heart. I run fingers over the scars and I can feel something is happening, it’s changing me, and it scares the motherfucking shit out of me. Her presence rattles the cage in which I keep my feelings locked up in, for my own protection, and hers.

Vengeance has become my drug. Hate, the venom that keeps my demons alive, demons that will swallow her whole. I am the devil falling for this angel lying in the crook of my arm, breathing life into my stone cold heart.

~6:45am~

A buzzing sound pulls me out of my sleep. I turn my head and look at the empty bedside table, just the phone, and no whiskey. This must be a dream. I lift my head from the pillow when something stirs behind me.

It takes a few moments to realize that the angel lying curled up next to me isn’t a dream, she’s real. The voice inside of me telling me I’ve fucked up is loud and clear. I swing my legs off the bed, careful not to wake her, grab the phone, and walk into the bathroom.

“Roxwell.”

“It’s me, I have news.”

I rub my hand over my face. Mutt’s Irish accent streams through the line. “What’s up?”

“My contact at the strip club went home with Colby. She said there’s some kind of fucking shrine in one of the rooms. A girl’s photo with candles and shit.”

“Who is she?”

“Don’t know, not your sister.”

“What else?”

“An old phone with a message from your sister. It’s from the night she died. “

“What does it say?”

“She wants to take the baby away.”

I feel the blood freeze in my veins. What the fuck!

“What you want me to do?”

“I’ll call you when I’m back. See what you can get on the girl, I need to know what her connection to him is; maybe she knows something. Take the phone.”

My hand clenches around the phone as I lower it from my ear. That fucking cunt! He got her pregnant, then got rid of her and his fucking spawn.

My fist stops inches from the mirror as hate looks back at me. Inhale…‌exhale…‌I look at the empty bottle in the bin. Fuck!

What better alibi than to get rid of his child by making it look as if a chronic depressed little rich girl cut her wrists. With her history of cutting there’s probably enough evidence to argue her death was suicide. That’s it. The one chance of getting justice for Lilly. I won’t rest until it’s over. Suddenly, I remember the file from Mom’s lawyers. I haven’t had time to look through it. Maybe there’s something in there I could use. I need to get back.

My eyes drift to the bed and an overwhelming feeling of possession spreads through me as the small bundle underneath the white sheets stirs. I hold my breath and count to ten then open my fists as my anger starts to crumble.

If ever there was a girl I could see myself being with it is this girl, but like with everything in my fucking life, the timing is all wrong. The best thing for her would be if I walk out of here and let her get on with her life. Standing on the edge of the bed and watching her sleep is the most peaceful I’ve felt in years. The calm that radiates from her is a light in which I could bask for eternity.

She is the once in a lifetime chance you get if you’re good, deserving; I am neither. Falling for this angel is the easiest and the hardest thing I’ve ever done.