Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate (PDF) novel Chapter 395

#Chapter 395 – Stormy Secrets Ella

Cora glares at Roger, her arms crossed, as he almost literally rolls with laughter inside of the RV, doubling over so hard he has to lay back on the white leather cushions of the kitchenette. “I still don’t see what’s so funny about this,” Cora snaps. I wrap my arm around Sinclair’s waist, grinning widely and listening to the furious sound of the rain pouring on the RV.

I can feel my mate chuckle a little, likewise enjoying the scene. “It’s just too good, Cora!” Roger says between laughs as his father shakes his head, also smiling, and rolls away into the living area with Rafe in his lap, clearly not wanting his daughter-in-law to see the amusement on his face. “What!” Cora snaps, and I have to cover my mouth to hide my own laughter when I see how pissed she’s getting. The rain hits harder, now including little bits of hail.

“It’s just,” Roger says, working hard to sit up and wiping a tear of mirth from his eye, “we had no idea you could control theweather -” another burst of laughter”- but you wanted meso badthat you created ahurricane-” he roars with it again “-justto trap me in a motel, so you could get me in bed

“Oh mygod!” Cora snaps, blushing beet red and striding forward a few steps to smack him on the arm, which just makes him laugh harder.

I have to turn my face in Sinclair’s shoulder now – because as much as I want to support my sister, Roger is totally right. And it’shilarious. Sinclair wraps an arm around me, holding me tight, openly laughing himself and watching with glee as the scene unfolds before us.

“It’s true!” Roger continues as the wind howls around us, shaking the RV a little bit with Cora’s embarrassed rage. “For heaven’s sake, Cora – you didn’t have to nearlydrownus to get me in bed, a little light rain would have done it – you could have just given us a flat tire – ”

Growling a little and still blushing hard, Cora climbs onto the little kitchen bench seat, reaching out to smack Roger again, though he scoots away from her. “Shut up!” she mutters, “or I’ll strike you with lightening next!”

“Do we evenneedthat kind of foreplay, Cora? You’re already knocked up -”

Cora emits an enraged, embarrassed little shriek and begins to swat at Roger, which has us all howling with laughter. My whole body shakes against Sinclair’s as I give up pretending and laugh so hard that my sides hurt. Because, as much as Cora hates it, Roger’s reading of her is perfectly accurate – she was so pent up emotionally, and loved him so much, that something about it must have activated her gift that day. The storm wasn’t sent by some dark force – it was just Cora’s own dramatic way of creating a space where she and Roger could be alone together, where they had to face their truth.