“You miss him?” I asked.
“No,” Winter whispered. “That’s the thing, Tripp. I don’t. I never really wanted it. It was just convenient. My chance to hide from the world. Like I’m doing right now.”
She lowered her head and let out a cry.
“Jesus, darling,” I whispered. “You don’t have to feel that way.”
I brought my left hand up and pulled her hair from her face, gently brushing it all to the right side of her head and right shoulder. I caught sight of the side of her cheek. And then she curved her neck, just a little, exposing skin, testing my hunger to taste her.
“I’m right here,” I said. “I’m not going to lie to you. Expect that from me. And if you don’t want to open up to me anymore than you have, that’s fine. I’m just trying to help you. To protect you. You could have been killed today. If you were alone… and you hurried to your car to get away. I mean, it was a terrible set up because your car wouldn’t have been there if you were alone. Even still. Someone was there. Where was the fucking MC then?”
“Probably drinking. Worried about who gets to fuck me next.”
I felt a rage of jealous anger surge through my body. I squeezed at Winter’s arms. She let out a purring sigh. I shut my eyes and told myself no. The women I fucked were one night stands. They lingered after the fights and sometimes were paid for by Aldo as an extra prize for me.
This couldn’t…
My lips brushed Winter’s neck. The tip of my tongue flirted with her skin. I pulled my mouth away. I saw Winter’s bottom lip tremble. I kissed her neck again. I pulled her body tighter to mine. My cock thickened, pressing hard against my jeans and just as hard against Winter’s lower back. I knew she could feel me and she didn’t jump away in shock.
Fuck.
I flickered my tongue at her neck and kissed one last time.
I then opened my hands and stepped back.
I let out a long breath. “Shit. Darling.”
Winter turned. She put one hand to my face. Then in a bold move she put her other hand between my legs and tried to cup my hard dick.
“Don’t fight it for too long,” she whispered. “We might be dead soon.”
Christ, if that wasn’t the most desperate and romantic thing I’d ever heard in my life.
My hands touched her waist. I slipped my fingers under her shirt, touching her soft and warm skin. My hand moved across her belly, my thumb touching her belly button. Her stomach tensed and she gasped. She was fucking ticklish.
Slowly, I moved both hands up her shirt, grabbing it, wanting the damn thing off her body. Winter lifted her arms and her shirt went up and over her head. It dropped to the floor. Her breasts were beautiful, pushing so heavily against her white laced bra. There was something innocent about the color white and it completely went against everything that was happening with me and her.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her tits. I wanted to rip her bra off and devour her.
Winter let out a cry of pain and I opened my hands. That’s when I saw the bruise on her left shoulder. My left hand touched her belly again and I spun her so her shoulder was facing me.
God, her fucking tits were amazing. They way they bounced when I moved her…
“What happened?” I asked. “Did one of those fuckers touch you?”
Winter looked at me, her face flushed. “No. You did it.”
“Me? What?”
I thought about the night before. Being drunk. Did something happen? Did I hurt her? No fucking way. I’d never touch a woman like that. Not after everything I’d been through. No way…
“Tripp?”
I shook my head. “What? What happened? How did I…”
Winter turned to face me again. Her tits were calling to me, but I forced to keep my eyes to hers. It was killing me from the inside.
“When we went into the house,” she said. “You saw Harlan on the couch and pushed me out of the way. I fell into the wall and hit my shoulder.”
“Jesus Christ, darling,” I said. I touched just below the bruise. “I’m so sorry. I’d never…”
“I believe you,” she said. “You didn’t mean to. You were protecting me.”
The bruise took up most of her shoulder. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to it. Winter jumped, winced, and groaned. Her hand shot to the back of my head, her fingers digging.
My left hand was still against her stomach. If I moved my hand up, I could cup her tit. Rip it right from her bra. Feel the warmth and heaviness. My thumb teasing her nipple, feeling it getting hard. Better yet, I could move my hand down. Shove my hand right into her jeans and panties and find her wet slit. She’d be wet for me. She’d be wet for my touch. But she wouldn’t be prepared for what I wanted to do to her.
I gritted my teeth and broke away from her again.
I walked forward, my back to her. “Put your shirt back on.”
“What?”
“You fucking heard me. Enough.”