The Hurricane by Nicole Hart Page A

familiar rumble growled in my ear.
    “What’s up?” I asked, wanting to wrap this conversation up before it started. I was a few blocks from Nat’s house and I didn’t want to wait a second longer to see her than I had to.
    “Just working as usual,” he said casually. That seemed to be all my brother did, day and night.
    “You should take some time off, relax some, bro,” I told him truthfully.
    “I like working,” he chuckled quietly.
    “You like money,” I corrected him.
    “True. But Crave is opening next weekend, so there’s a lot to do. Maybe soon.”
    “Fucking liar,” I laughed. Crave was my brother’s latest business venture. An upscale bar and grill in downtown Austin. It was one of several businesses he owned.
    “You know me well,” he laughed.
    “All work and no play, bro, it’s no wonder you’re so fucking uptight,” I joked with him.
    “Trust me, brother, I make time to play,” he said with a rumbling laugh.
    “I have no doubt.” My brother always had his fair share of women. They flocked to him like dogs in heat. It had been that way since we were teenagers.
    “Anyway,” he said, changing the subject. “I was hoping you would come in for the opening. It’s been a while since you’ve been back.”
    “Yeah, maybe.” I always tried to be there for my brother during these things. Our parents were much older and didn’t get out much anymore. We had a small family, so being there for each other was important.
    “Feel free to bring someone; I’ll reserve a suite at the hotel if you’d like,” he offered.
    “I’ll let you know soon. I gotta go, man,” I told him as I pulled into Nat’s driveway.
    “One more thing, have you reconsidered the offer?” he asked, and my knuckles instantly gripped the steering wheel. I didn’t want to think about this now. Not now.
    “I’m out bro, I told you.”
    “Ok, you still have time to think about it.”
    “Cain,” I warned.
    “Talk to you soon, brother,” he said, and then there was silence. I forced his words from my mind as I rolled my neck, trying to relieve the tension that had immediately snuck up on me with a few words.
    Every other thought left me as I watched her open the door before I even got out of my truck. She was going to kill me with those little fucking sundresses she always wore. This one was white, and a little shorter than usual. Her tits were popping out of the top, begging to be kissed. I hopped out of my truck, unable to take my eyes off of her, and practically ran to her. I slammed my lips into hers before we even made it into the front door. I grabbed her ass and lifted her into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist, our kiss unbroken. I started walking inside, not wanting to give the neighbors a show, and she slammed the door behind me.
    “I’ve been thinking about you all fucking day,” I confessed as I broke my lips away from her long enough to make my way to her neck. She smelled like fucking heaven, sweet but seductive, and drawing me in.
    “Ryker,” she whispered, grabbing my face and staring into my eyes. “Take me to bed.”
    I had never even seen her bedroom, but I knew exactly where to go. I made my way to her bed, with her legs still wrapped around me as I laid her down gently, hovering over her.
    I rubbed my hand down her thigh and then squeezed her ass gently, kissing those soft lips once again.
    “Do you think we’re rushing this?” she asked as I started kissing her neck again. I pulled away from her, begrudgingly, and ran my finger down her nose, examining those little freckles, and gave them a soft kiss.
    “I think we’re adults and we don’t have to answer to anyone. I’ve been waiting for this for twelve years, so no, I don’t think we’re rushing,” I said as I brought my lips to her neck again. I wouldn’t push her if she wasn’t ready, but my cock was begging for her attention.
    She didn’t respond with words, but her body told me everything I needed to know. She