**Here it is ... the first ever TAMING THE STORM TEASER!!**
Now, this is Tom, so expect excessive bad language, vulgarity... you know the drill! If you're not 18+, then look away now!
It's from Lyla's POV, and they're talking about Lyla's ex-boyfriend. I put this specific piece out, as I want to give you a little insight to Lyla. But anyway... I hope you enjoy it!
Oh, and it's unedited, subject to change, etc.
“My ex-boyfriend, Chad … he’s bisexual. Something he failed to tell me when we got together.”
Tom snorts. “You went out with someone called Chad? Who likes cock and pussy. Don’t tell me, he played football...?”
I glance up at him through my lashes. The look on his face makes me grin. “Of course he played football.”
He lets out a laugh. “So you dumped football playing Chad because he used to bang dudes – bit harsh, Lyla. Even for you.”
“No. I dumped him because he continued to bang dudes while we were together … well, just one specific dude.” I pull in a breath. “My brother. They were screwing the whole time we were together.”
“Your brother? Shit. That’s gotta hurt. I take back the harsh,” Tom says.
Nodding, I take a large drink of my vodka, relishing the burn in my throat as I swallow.
He leans across the table, nudging my arm with his own. “Well, he must be a fuckin’ idiot to have cheated on a hot piece of ass like you.”
“Coming from you, I’ll take that as a complement.” I laugh.
“It was meant as one. And seriously, I don’t get the – dude fucking another dude – thing. Give me a tight, warm pussy any day.”
“Too much information, Tom ... and seriously you might have to turn to men when you run out of women.”
“That’ll never happen.” He grins, leaning back in his chair.
“You go through women at the speed of light. It is highly possible that you might have screwed the entire population of the US by the end of this year – excluding me of course – because that’s never gonna happen.”
“Of course.” He smirks, bringing his whiskey glass to his lips, taking a drink.
I ignore his pointed look. “Honestly, Tom, you do realise that you will run out of women at some point don’t you? What you gonna do then, start recycling?”
He clanks his glass down on the table. “Nope. I’m not an environmentally friendly kind of guy. I guess I’ll just have to move to the Canada.” He smirks. “And just so you know, I might go through a lot of women, but I fuck nice and slow … real … slow.”
An image of Tom and me, having sex flashes through my mind.
My heart speeds up. I can feel my body heating at the thought of Tom and sex and me … him and me … fucking.
I know my chest is flushed. I don’t have to look down to see. I know it is, because Tom’s eyes are on it, staring, right now.
Stupid traitorous underused, currently oversexed body.
Tom’s eyes lift, meeting mine, with knowing.
Looking away, I force my spine straight, holding the glass to my chest, trying to cool myself down. “And I need to know your screwing speed, why?”
He leans in close … real close this time, leaving our mouths millimetres apart.
I gulp down.
His hot, whiskey scented breath, blows through my parted lips and fires down signals to my, long unused girl parts, sending them into a frenzy.
Shit.
Squeezing my thighs together, I bite down on my lower lip to regain control.
I will not lose my shit over a man whore. Especially not Tom the man whore.
Definitely not Tom.
His eyes flicker down to my mouth. “You’re not ready to hear the answer to that question, Lyla.”
“And when I am?”
‘When I am?’ – What the hell am I saying! I’ll never be ready for Tom ‘fuck anything’ Carter. Ever.
He smiles. It’s lusty, but surprisingly genuine. “Well, when you are ready, let me know and I’ll tell you. Until then … use your imagination.”
He stands, running a hand through his hair. “And, Lyla, let it run wild.” With a wink, he’s gone, sauntering through the bar, leaving me and under used girl parts on fire.
