The Heart System

Chapter 242: Chapter 242

I took her hand and guided her toward the living room, the sound of the storm hammering against the windows like the world outside had decided to crack open. Here, with everyone, it was warm. And for a brief moment, everything felt steady.

The girls, who had all stood up when the power cut, slowly settled back into their seats. Jasmine guided Minne to the couch and gently pushed her down beside her. Tessa, now sitting on the other side, gave Minne a soft pat between her shoulder blades.

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of the dark,” Tessa teased.

“Mm?” Minne blinked at her. “Oh, no. I’m not. I’m used to living in the darkness.”

“Her old room,” Nala said from the dinner table, the glow of her laptop lighting her face. “Didn’t have proper lights. Freaking Guy…”

Jasmine clicked her tongue. “I swear I hate that man. No offense, Nala. I know he’s your brother but—damn he sucks.”

“I know,” Nala replied with a shrug. “He’s a bastard.”

Tessa rubbed the back of her head, then sighed. She turned toward Minne, gently taking her by the cheeks and guiding her to sit sideways. My phone flashlight was on as I walked toward the coffee table to grab my beer, and from the corner of my eye, I saw Tessa’s hands move through Minne’s hair.

“My mom used to braid my hair when I got scared during storms like this,” Tessa murmured. “Come on, let’s braid you up.”

Minne melted instantly. “T-thank you,” she said, cheeks warm, eyes soft.

I smiled without even realizing it. Moments like this… damn, they hit.

I picked up my beer, cracked it open, and took a slow sip. Then I wandered toward the window and peered out. All I saw was my own reflection staring back. Outside was just a swirling wall of white. The city was gone—buried under snow and darkness.

Delilah lifted her phone, pressed it to her ear, then frowned and lowered it again.

“Damn it,” she muttered. “Tried calling Ivy twice. The signal’s dead.”

“She’ll get worried,” Jasmine said. “Let me check mine.”

“Hopefully you’ll have some luck,” Delilah sighed.

Jasmine pulled out her phone, unlocked it, then groaned. “Nope. Nothing. Not even one bar.”

“We’ll try again later,” I said, walking back to an empty couch and sitting down. “Storm’s gotta settle eventually.”

Delilah nodded, slipping her phone back into her pocket. “Yeah. Hopefully before morning.”

The storm howled outside, wind scraping against the tall windows like claws. Inside, though… the room slowly fell into a warm, heavy silence. The kind where everyone’s breathing syncs up. Where the only light is from phone screens and the faint green glow of the router trying—and failing—to reconnect.

Strangely… it felt cozy. Safe. For a moment, everything else, moles, danger, chaos, just drifted away.

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The clock showed eleven when I checked it. Jasmine was curled up on the couch under a thick blanket, hair messy, half-asleep but pretending she wasn’t. Thankfully, the hotel’s backup generator had kicked in, giving the living room a soft, dim glow. The AC, though, was dead—apparently the main generator was fried—and the whole building was running on the backup. At least we could see each other, even if we were freezing our asses off.

Minne was in her room, already asleep. Tessa as well. The only ones awake were Jasmine, Kim, Nala, Delilah, and me.

The TV was on, low volume, playing the weather forecast. More warnings. More red banners. The storm wasn’t slowing down until morning.

Delilah sat on the double couch, wrapped in a thick blanket, sipping orange juice like it was whiskey. Jasmine and Kim shared the other couch, their legs tangled under a blanket. Nala was at the dining table, laptop open, typing furiously with stiff fingers.

“Thank god the windows are actually strong,” Delilah said, staring at the glass as another wave of wind rattled it. “Just look at this storm.”

“Hmm,” I muttered. “My old apartment would’ve collapsed by now. One strong gust and poof—instant homelessness.”

Delilah sighed, rubbing her arm. “I wonder how Ivy’s doing. Damn signal…”

“Let me try this time.”

I pulled out my phone and dialed Ivy. It didn’t even ring—just dropped immediately. Signal dead. I shook my head at Delilah, and she exhaled in frustration before leaning back again, blanket pulled higher.

She’d changed into Jasmine’s clothes—a long t-shirt and hotpants—and honestly, she somehow made it look like a designer set.

“Without the AC this place is cold,” Nala muttered as she shivered, still typing. “This damn storm…”

“For real,” I agreed. “I’m freezing my ass off.”

Delilah’s phone buzzed under the blanket.

I saw the screen light up with Ivy’s name first. I smirked, slid my hand up Delilah’s thigh, and gave her a slow squeeze.

“Answer it,” I murmured against her ear. “Speaker.”

Her eyes widened for half a second,part shock, part pure filth, then she obeyed. She swiped, set the phone on her thigh, and leaned into me.

“Mom? Mom, finally!” Ivy’s panicked voice filled the room. “Are you okay? The storm—”

“I’m safe, baby,” Delilah said, voice already breathy because my fingers had already slipped under the waistband of her hotpants and pushed the soaked fabric aside. “I’m at a friend’s place. Where are you?”

I kissed her before she could say more, slow, deep, claiming. She melted into it, kissing me back just as hard while I slid two fingers inside her in one slick stroke. Her breath stuttered against my lips, but she never pulled away.

“Mom, you sound out of breath,” Ivy said, suspicious.

“Just… getting comfy under the blanket, honey,” Delilah managed, thighs trembling as I curled my fingers and rubbed that spot that made her eyes flutter. “It’s freezing in here.”

I kept working her, slow and deep, thumb circling her clit. Her hips rolled into my hand, tiny, greedy movements hidden by the blanket. Jasmine’s jaw dropped; Kim slapped a hand over her mouth; Nala’s typing stopped dead.

When Delilah’s walls started fluttering hard around my fingers, I pulled them out, grabbed her waist with both hands, and leaned back against the couch. She rose up on her knees instantly, knowing exactly what I wanted, hotpants shoved to the side, and I guided her down onto my cock after I unzipped my pants. One smooth, silent drop until she was fully seated, stuffed full of me.

She exhaled a tiny, shaky moan right as Ivy asked, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Never better, baby,” Delilah said, voice cracking when I flexed inside her. “Just… really warm under this blanket now.”

She leaned forward, tits crushed to my chest, arms around my neck like the most innocent hug in the world. Then she started moving, tiny, shallow bounces that dragged her slick heat up and down my shaft. I gripped her ass and thrust up to meet her, slow, deep strokes that made the couch creak just enough to be dangerous.

“Mom, you’re breathing so weird—”

Delilah’s voice came out shaky, riding the edge of a moan. “I’m fine, sweetheart… just… just really warm under this blanket now.”

I dragged my lips up the side of her neck, teeth grazing the spot that always made her shiver, then kissed the corner of her mouth, her cheek, finally claiming her lips in a slow, filthy kiss. She kissed me back desperately, tongue sliding against mine while her hips kept rocking in tiny, greedy circles.

I slipped both hands under the blanket, shoved the borrowed t-shirt up to her collarbone, and palmed her heavy tits. I kneaded them hard, rolling her nipples between my fingers until they were stiff, aching peaks. Every pinch made her pussy flutter around my cock.

“Mom?” Ivy sounded confused now. “You said you were at a friend’s house, right?”

Delilah broke the kiss with a tiny gasp when I twisted her nipples harder. “I—ah—I am at a friend’s, baby. Yes. The roads around the city are bad. We’re… we’re stuck here until it clears.”

I thrust up slow and deep, grinding against that spot inside her that made her toes curl. She bit her lip so hard I thought she’d draw blood.

“You sure you’re okay?” Ivy pressed. “You keep making these little noises—”

“I’m perfect,” Delilah panted, voice cracking as I started a steady, punishing rhythm—short, sharp strokes that barely moved the blanket but buried me to the hilt every time. “Just… just tired and… oh… really cozy right now.”

I kissed her neck again, sucked a bruise just below her ear, then growled low against her skin, “Cum for me while she’s listening.”

Her whole body tensed. I felt it start—the flutter, the clench, the flood of slick heat as her orgasm coiled tight.

She put a hand over her mouth. “God… oh, fuck…” She whispered.

“Mom, seriously—”

“Gotta go, honey,” Delilah rushed out, words tumbling over each other as her pussy clamped down hard. “Love you so much, I’ll call tomorrow, stay safe—oh fuck—”

I slammed up one final time and came with a silent snarl, cock pulsing, flooding her in thick, heavy ropes. Delilah’s back arched; she buried her face in my neck and moaned—soft, broken, unmistakable—while every spurt painted her insides and Ivy was still on the line.

“Mom?!”

“Battery dying—love you—bye!” She smashed the end call button with a trembling thumb and let the phone fall to the floor.

The room erupted.

Jasmine actually moaned out loud. “I need to change my fucking panties. That was obscene, I’m wet as fuck.”

Kim was fanning herself with both hands, laughing and gasping. “She one-hundred-percent heard that last part. You’re going to hell and I’m buying tickets.”

Nala’s voice was pure smoke. “I just came in my chair. No hands. I hate you both.”

Delilah stayed speared on my cock, shaking through the aftershocks, my cum already seeping out around us. She lifted her head, cheeks flushed crimson, eyes glassy, and gave the room the smuggest, most satisfied smile I’d ever seen.

“What can I say?” she purred, rolling her hips lazily to feel me twitch inside her ruined pussy. “Mama needed her medicine… and apparently the whole room just got off on it.”

Oh, fuck. She was just… the best.