Page 30 of Light From The Dark
Eighteen
BRENT
A rainy dayin construction meant there was basically not a damn thing to do other than get caught up on all the piles of paperwork that often got neglected throughout the week. It wasn’t a completely wasted day since I was able to handle the phone calls needed for orders as well as payroll. It was a task that I had to do every Friday, anyway. But I hated not having my men and women at work. I would try to help them make up their hours throughout the week if they wanted by offering overtime.
I had just finished placing my special order for our new bathroom counter, a beautiful marble with room for three sink basins, when my phone dinged with a message. I dug the phone out from under a stack of invoices and opened it, not surprised to see a text from Ethan. The text made me frown and immediately sit up in my chair. Something had happened at the diner, and he was taking Casey home for the day. Not bothering to text back or call to ask what had happened, I stood up and grabbed my jacket, deciding that I was done for the day.
I ran through the rain as thunder boomed overhead and quickly made it to my truck, cursing the entire way. My hair was plastered to my forehead, and cold rainwater dripped into my eyes. I started the engine and put it into gear as the radio came to life with an emergency broadcast alarm blaring through the cab. I cursed again and lowered the volume until the recording came on, then turned it back up. You could never hear those damn recordings properly, and the sound was always garbled. But the warning of a tornado was clear enough.
With yet another curse, I flew through the parking lot of my office building and hurried down the streets, straight toward the house. I had planned to stop to get something for dinner on the way home, but there was no way I was staying out in this weather, not with a tornado warning for the county now in effect.
I pulled up into the drive, slammed out of the cab, and ran up to the front door. I was soaked from the run and stood for a second in the entryway, ready to run through to the bathroom, when Casey looked up at me from the couch, startled.
“Hey, dollface. I’ll just be a second.” Before she could jump up and say anything, I took off for the primary bathroom, leaving puddles of rainwater in my wake. I struggled to take off all my clothes, dumping the sodden mess in the bathtub, then jumped in the shower, sighing as the hot water ran over my rain-chilled body. The rain had felt good at first, washing away the heat of the day, but it quickly got chilly, especially while sitting in the cab with the air conditioner blowing.
I made quick work of washing down, ready to get back to the others. We needed to get into the basement for safety, just in case. It was always better to be safe than sorry when it came to tornadoes, and I was already taking too much time in the shower instead of herding them downstairs.
I shut off the water and grabbed a towel, rubbing myself down as I stepped into the bedroom to throw on some sweatpants. I tossed the towel on the end of the bed and stopped short when I saw Casey standing there with another towel at her feet. She’d obviously been wiping up the water I had left behind as I had darted into the bedroom. My cock went from limp and laying against my thigh to rock fucking hard in a nanosecond, almost making me dizzy with how fast the desire surged through me.
Her eyes were comically large as she stared at my cock. Reaching up to my navel, my piercings glinted in the dim bedroom lighting, probably scaring her even more than the size. I couldn’t resist reaching a hand down to grip tightly as I felt a bead of precum forming at the tip. When I moved my hand from the base up to the tip and back down again, running over the piercings, she let out an adorable little squeal. Though she couldn’t seem to take her eyes off the monstrosity that was my cock, she was already backing out of the door.
“I’m so sorry! I—I was cleaning up the water and thought, well, you were in the shower. I guess I thought you’d be longer.” Her eyes darted down the hall, likely looking for an escape. Her eyes couldn’t stop watching me as I lazily stroked my dick, using my thumb to run over the head to spread the ever-growing moisture.
She finally squeaked and turned to run down the hall but ran right into Ethan, who had appeared at the doorway. She ran right into his arms, and the lucky bastard wrapped them tight around her. I could just imagine the feel of those soft tits pressed to his chest as his hard as fuck cock pressed stiffly against her belly. My cock jerked in my hand.
“Whoa, you okay there, sugar?” He held her against him, and I watched as she shifted nervously against him, not missing the way her thighs pressed together. When her eyes came back to my cock, I couldn’t hold back a grin and gave her a salacious wink.
Her face was beet red when she looked up at him. “I’m so sorry. I was just trying to clean the water off the floor.”
“No need to apologize. Thank you for doing that.” He leaned down and kissed her cheek, then lowered his head further to stick his nose in the crook of her neck to inhale her scent. I swear, if that asshole tasted her skin there before I could…
“Listen, I hate to say it, but,” I said, looking out the window at the rain raging even harder than it had before, and I was glad I’d gotten home when I did. “There was an alert. That's why I came home so early.” I looked back at the two people I wanted more than I could ever describe. To fall into the bed that was so close, I could reach out a hand and touch it. “We need to get down into the basement, just in case.”
I reluctantly let go of my cock and turned to my dresser, not missing the little gasp from our girl as I flexed my ass. I suppressed a chuckle as I pulled open a drawer to grab and pull on a pair of sweatpants. I looked down once I had them around my hips. They would do absolutely nothing to conceal the raging hard on that stood out obscenely through the gray cotton. The front was stretched out with a wide gap that I could easily see down and to the head of my cock, which was still leaking precum and smearing it on my muscled abs. I shrugged and turned back to the door.
Ethan let go of Casey, who was doing a good impression of a tomato as her eyes darted around the room from my dick tenting the gray sweats to the bed where Ethan was picking up my towel, and to his ass, as he walked into the bathroom, grumbling about how I was a caveman. I shrugged. Honestly, we were both cavemen from time to time. Mostly, it was me grumbling about picking up after him. While I needed our home to be clean and orderly, sometimes we got lazy.
I reached out my hand and grabbed Casey’s, pulling her along with me down the hall and toward the kitchen where the basement door was. “Let’s get downstairs. We can relax and wait out the storm.” I grinned down at her when she had to tear her eyes away from my dick again and blinked up at me with wide eyes.
“You said there was a warning?” She sounded worried. I supposed she wouldn’t have much experience with tornadoes living in California, and knew it could be scary even if you grew up with tornado warnings all the time. I gave her hand a squeeze as I opened up the basement door with my other one, then gestured for her to go first after flipping on the light at the top of the stairs.
“There is. You can never tell with tornadoes, dollface. It’s always better to be prepared and stay safe, just in case.”
She nodded her head and then looked around the basement. “Grace was telling me about it at the diner today.” She wrung her hands together and looked up at Ethan as he took the last step down into the basement with us and shut the bottom door. “I hope she and Mark are okay.”
“I’ll give them a call and check. But they are old hats at this. Dad wouldn’t let Mom stay in the diner if there was a warning. I’m actually surprised they haven’t called us already.” He had a quick conversation in which he assured his parents that we were safe in the basement. I took the opportunity to lead Casey over to the small setup we had with a couch and a small tv with a game console. There was also a small fridge next to a cabinet with a bunch of snacks and even a microwave. Honestly, it looked like a teenage boy’s playroom when I thought about it. When she looked around and then back at me with a small smile, I shrugged. It was a great way to pass the time.
I turned on the tv and sat down with her pressed tight against my side. My cock had finally softened to only a half-chub. But when I felt her thigh pressing against mine and the heat from her body, I started to inflate again. Being in this teenager’s paradise was apropos, considering I was having as much trouble controlling my dick as one.
I slung my arm over her shoulder, tugging her body into mine, and let out a deep breath of satisfaction at having her snug against me. The TV came to life and immediately popped up on a news broadcast. There was a weather radar map with bright colors moving across the screen. There were several yellow circles, and the weatherman was pointing to the different locations, warning about the tornadoes that had been sighted.
“Mom and Dad are fine. They are hanging out in the diner basement for now with a few others that asked for shelter.” He dropped down on the couch on Casey’s other side and threw his arm on top of mine, his hand caressing the back of my neck, causing goosebumps to rise on my arms and a little more blood to pump into my cock. “Well shit,” he said, looking at the tv. “Looks like there was a tornado in the town over.”
Casey stiffened. “What does that mean?”
“Sorry, sugar. It means that a tornado touched down there. It wasn’t a big one, so hopefully, no one was hurt. But it probably did some damage. Brent and I might have to go out there tomorrow to help with the cleanup.”
“Does that mean it’s over?”