“No shit!” My arms fly out and my voice booms. “I made a mistake. One little mistake after everything and you treat me like I’m just another asshole and take off!”
“It wasn’t a mistake! It’s a way of thinking about Summer and me that everyone does! I’ll always be the cold, heartless bitch because Summer gets to be the sweet, agreeable one. And of course, you see me the same way as everyone else. Why wouldn’t you?”
Her words stun me. The heat in my cheeks creeps down my throat, a perfect mirror to the tears rolling down her cheeks. Both signs of our frustration.
“You know what, Winter?” My voice is low, but it vibrates with an unfamiliar fury. “I am fucking tired. I am tired of you not seeing what I see. Tired of you talking shit about yourself. I am tired of you not realizing what’s right here”—my palm lands heavy on my chest—“right in front of you. What more do I have to fucking do for you to trust me? For you to give me the benefit of the doubt just once!”
She doesn’t flinch at my outburst. Silent tears mar her makeup as they flow freely down her face.
But she says nothing. So I keep going. Stepping close enough to trail my fingers over the line of her jaw.
“I am not your dad. I am not your ex. I am here doing my best for you. And it seems like the more I give you, the less I get back. Why is that?”
Her jaw trembles as she opens it, like she’s about to respond. But then she shuts down. Slams it shut and looks away.
I huff out a frustrated breath, dropping my hand from her cheek as I turn to leave. But the loss of my touch has her spinning on her heel to face me.
“Because I want you!” she shouts, stopping me in my tracks. “And I want this!” Her hand gestures frantically between us. “I want us! And that terrifies me! Because what if it doesn’t work and Vivi is stuck with two parents who hate each other? I know how that goes and it fucking sucks. We like each other right now. I’m finally happy. It feels safe here. I can’t handle another person who hates me.”
The tears continue flowing, and she makes no move to stop them. She just stares at me after that brutally honest, raw outburst. She still holds her chin high, defiantly, no matter how vulnerable she’s just been.
“That’s all you had to say.”
She blinks, but otherwise doesn’t react.
But I can’t handle staying away from her anymore. Can’t stand this distance between us. All it takes is two long steps for me to tower over her. One step for me to push her back against the closed door. And a few inches for me to crush my lips against hers.
She doesn’t miss a beat, arching into me and wrapping her arms around my neck, moaning into my mouth.
Clinging to me.
“I promise I could never hate you,” I murmur against her mouth, hand skimming her jaw.
Her eyes flash to mine. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
We kiss again. Frantically. Like she’s still trying to push through this conversation. Hands roaming, she grabs the lapels of my suit jacket, giving them a hard tug.
“I promise I’ll never hate you.” I drag my lips over her cheek, my teeth back down along her jaw.
“You can’t know that,” she whispers, a sharp intake of breath hissing from between her lips as I spin her and face us toward the mirror. Forcing her to look at us.
My hands trail over the silk, tracing every curve, thumbs detouring down into that little dip beneath her hips. “I can. I’ll be too busy loving you.”
All she does is breathe and watch us. Watch my hands sliding everywhere, taking all the ground I’ve been desperate to cover for so damn long.
Then her hands cover mine, moving as I move. Her eyes now full of awe, she raptly follows the trail my touch blazes over her body. Hips. Stomach. Breasts. Inner thighs.
I’m rock hard, my cock bulging against the swell of her ass.
She grinds back on me, and I groan.
“Tell me what you want, Tink.”
Her lips pop open and I watch her thinking, deciding what to say next.
“I don’t want any more of those pity orgasms you gave me in the gym.”
“Pity orgasms?”
“Yeah. Like you just did it because you were trying to make me feel better. Like you feel bad for me.”
This is not what I expected her to say.
“I wasn’t just doing it to—”
“I want you to fuck me like you did that night in the hotel. Like you can’t stand to keep your hands off me. Like . . .” She trails off, back to biting her bottom lip. “It’s like you respect me too much now. I get pity orgasms and pretty words. I want to be more than that. I want . . .” I observe the way she’s working this out. She’s not used to asking for what she wants. “I want you unhinged for me. Just . . . disrespect me. Just for a bit.”
That night.
My lips drag over the shell of her ear, and she shivers. “You’d like to be my pretty little slut tonight?”
My teeth sink into the lobe of her ear as the words echo around us. When she doesn’t respond, I quirk a brow at her.
She lifts her chin like she refuses to feel any shame about her request. “Yes.”
Flames lash at my spine, and I will myself to take this slowly. I don’t give a fuck where we are right now. I’m going to savor the hell out of this woman.
“You’ve been a real cock-tease, strutting around in this dress all day. I think it’s time you pay for that, don’t you?” I flick one flimsy strap off her shoulder.
Her tongue darts out over her plush lips. Every move she makes drives me crazy. Just being this close to her, inhaling her vanilla body lotion, makes me unbearably hard.
She nods.
I spin her and press down on her shoulders, guiding her to the hardwood floor. “Good. Now get on your fucking knees and suck my cock like it’ll end in a mouth full of that champagne you keep talking about.”
As she hits the ground, she lifts her baby blues up at me for a beat, and then her hands attack my belt and pants with a needy fervor.
She’s too impatient to do more than tug my slacks down far enough to get what she’s after. I groan when my cock springs free, head brushing her lips as she wraps her fist around the base. Her eyes flit up to mine as she kneels before me, rubbing the thick head of my cock over her lush mouth.
The teasing drives me insane, so I grip her hair and thrust.
Her lips open and her tongue swirls, cheeks hollowing out as she sucks me.
My hands stay on her head, but they’re just there for the ride. I don’t need to push or pull. She’s eager enough all on her own.
Hot. Wet. Hungry.
Just the way I like her.
“Is this what you needed, Winter?” My fingers stroke her hair.
She hums her response around my length, one hand firm around my dick while the other gently squeezes my balls.
“Fuck.” My head tips back and I close my eyes as my hips move, fucking her greedy little mouth. “Winter. It’s too good. You’re too good.”
She doubles her efforts, going deep enough that I feel the back of her throat butting up against the head of my cock. I hear the little gagging noise she makes as she struggles to take it all, and it pushes me to the edge.
“Winter, if you don’t stop soon, I’m going to . . .” I trail off as I gaze down at her. Hair mussed. Pearl necklace against the column of her throat. Eyes on me.
“Oh, that’s what you want? Of course, you do.” I smirk and toss her a wink. Then I take her head, hold her still, and fuck her mouth.
Her gaze remains plastered on me, her hands braced against my quads, holding on for dear life. After a few furious thrusts, I give in and spill myself down her throat.
She doesn’t look away. She doesn’t pull back.
“Lapping up every last drop, aren’t you?” I ask as she holds me there, swallowing it all before sliding off my length.
I’m panting, hands still in her hair, when she peeks up at me. “The champagne was still better,” she says with a demure smile as she licks her lips like the little liar she is.
I work on catching my breath for a moment after the hottest blow job of my life before I fix my pants and give a shake of my head at her. “I’ll get you more once I’ve had my turn,” I reply, taking her hand and helping her to stand.
Then I kiss her. Because I can. Because she wants me to.
I press that one hard, frenzied kiss to her mouth and then swiftly push her away, flipping her around so we’re back to facing the mirror.
We look so good together. Her eyes all sparkly and bright. Her lips all puffy and freshly fucked. But I don’t stand around watching for long.
“Don’t much like the idea of you not having a turn.” I reach down, lifting her dress. My cock already moving again as I expose each inch of smooth skin.
“You seemed fine with it the other day.”
“That’s different.”
Her brow quirks as the silk slides up to her waist, giving me a view of the pale pink thong beneath. I groan at the sight.
“How do you figure?”
I step back to get a good view of her ass before tapping her elbow as a sign to lift her arms. Within seconds, the dress is gone. I’m not a total savage, and I know we need to get out of here eventually, so I hang it carefully on the hook attached to the door.
“Because eating your pussy is one of my favorite things to do.”