Page 73 of Breaking Storm
Teagan shuts me up by kissing me. It’s wet and sloppy, and I love it. I indulge her by slipping my tongue in her mouth, twirling it, triggering an increase in breath. Before I change my mind and keep her, I separate us.
My hand brushes the side of her head, tucking strands of hair behind her ear. “This is everything you wanted. A new start. Somewhere far from Chicago.” I gesture to the outside. “You don’t have to stay here. It’s a starting point. Buy a home wherever you want.”
She’s straddling my thighs, wrapping her arms around my neck, and resting her head on my shoulder. “You’re my home.”
I’m already possessive of Teagan, so this isn’t making it easier. The thought of her with another man is like putting my heart through a meatgrinder. I love Teagan. In a way, I always have. She’s mine, but it’s time to set her free. Her hips rock along my growing erection, and she kisses my neck. My hands grip her ass, pelvis lifting into her. We let out quivering moans.
Teagan’s mouth is by my ear, and she whispers, “I’m yours, your mine. We’re in this together.” Her fingernails dig into my shoulders over my coat still rubbing against me. She brushes her lips over mine, raises her eyes to me, and continues, “I don’t care about college or a picket fence.” Sliding her hands to cup my face, she adds, “I love you, Joey. More than a person is capable of loving. I’m not abandoning you while you run for your life.” She brushes her nose against mine. “Through sickness and in health, I’m with you to the end.”
Her words shatter me. I squeeze her hard against me, crazily running my hands over her body, face. My kisses are desperate, and I’m grasping at her like a drunk craves the bottle. We’re all over each other. Kissing, squeezing, and lost to everything outside of the car.
A knock on the window startles us. An old lady with a cane grimaces at our reckless display of affection. We apologize as Teagan drops next to me. I wave to her and drive down the street.
I ask Teagan, “Are you sure about this because there’s no going back?”
She takes my hand, kisses each knuckle, tracing a finger along the tattoos, and responds with a smirk, “I’m positive… Graffiti.” Snuggling into my side, I put my arm around her, and her head slumps on my shoulder. Her hand grasps the one hanging over her side.
My regular phone rings and Teagan sits up fast, both of us glancing at each other and then at the phone. In all the chaos, I forgot to destroy my regular phone. Someone could have easily tracked us. The smart thing to do is to ignore the call, tossing the phone out the window.
I hover a finger over the call button, click it and then hit speaker.
There’s a silent pause, and then I hear the soft-spoken words of a nursery rhyme.
“Joe and Tea went up the hill to fetch a pail of water. Joe fell down and broke his crown, and Tea came tumbling after.”
A deep gurgle laugh comes through the speaker phone. “Hello, son.” My eyes dart to the rearview mirror. There’s no one in sight. “I believe you have something of mine.” In my peripheral, I see Tea staring at me. She swallows slowly, clutching my thigh. “Did you think you could steal money from me without me finding out?” He adds another sinister laugh. “I’m coming for you and that sweet pussy. Dead or alive, I’ll get you and bury myself deep into your whore.”
I end the call and toss the phone out the window.
Out of nowhere, a car comes barreling toward the passenger side.
My hand pushes Tea’s head in my lap as I shout, “Curl into a ball,” and I slam on the breaks. The front end is clipped. My head hits the steering wheel, but I have a firm hold on Tea, pressing her against the seat. A warmth drips down my face. While the car spins, I can hear my father’s words in my head, “I’m coming for you and that sweet pussy.”
To be continued.