Whispers of Winter: A Limited Edition Collection of Winter Romances

by Nicole Morgan

  “Hey baby,” Kameron Anderson, Kamiya’s mother voice came through the phone filled with excitement, “how did it go?”

  Kamiya let out a slow breath trying to keep the tears at bay. Her mother knew of her plan to talk to Hemi about their charity foundation idea. Her mother was the one who got the location of Hemi’s favorite coffee shop from his mother. She knew Hemi would be at one of Hemingway Industries’ shops; she just didn’t know which one.

  “Roman Fitzgerald Hemingway the Third is a douchebag with an extra-large dose of douche,” she ended up wailing through the phone not even closely resembling the twenty-nine-year-old professional she was. But she didn’t have to resemble that person. Not with her mom. To her mom, she could be the whiny little girl who just had her heart broken for sure.

  “Really?” Kameron Anderson’s surprise was apparent through the phone, “From what Lorraine said about his accomplishments in the charity world I thought he would be anxious to work with you on your project. How disappointing.”

  “Of course, she was going to say nice things about him, mom. She is his mother. It is kind of in the job description.” Kamiya rolled her eyes safely knowing her mother couldn’t see her. Her mother refused to see the bad in anyone even if it was right in front of her eyes.

  She still claimed Hemi as the sweetest boy ever even if he held a gun to her head and stolen her favorite pair of earrings right out of her ears. Sometimes Kamiya envied her mother’s ability to let bad things roll off her back like water off a duck.

  Kamiya’s mother was a firm believer in karma.

  “He is a giant playboy bunny who was more interested in trying to find a wife to make his father happy.”

  “He said what?” Kameron was outraged. “Wait until I tell Lorraine about her son. I can’t believe he didn’t even help you? He was always asking Lorraine about you. What country were you in? Were you seeing anyone?”

  “In his defense, I didn’t even really talk to him about it,” Kamiya admitted. She wasn’t going to sic Hemi’s mom on him for something he didn’t do. “Wait? What? Hemi was asking about me? And you didn’t think to mention this? Not once over all these years?”

  “Of course not. I was hoping you would get over that childish crush you had on him. Now tell me why you didn’t speak to him about the charity?” Kameron Anderson demanded. Kamiya wanted to delve in further on the topic of Hemi asking about her, but she knew her mother wouldn’t speak on it. She preached to Kamiya for years of how she needed to move on from Hemi. Explore the option of other men. Get laid.

  “I was just about to reintroduce myself to him and his cousin Brad when he started going on about his father wanting him to find a suitable wife and settle down.” Kamiya flopped down on her overstuffed red sofa. She loved wrapping up in a blanket with a good book and relaxing on her sofa. It was the best purchase she ever made. It was the centerpiece of her living room. She purchased the glass coffee tables and the end tables to accent the sofa. When it still felt like it was missing some personality, she painted her walls a soft white, so the color of her sofa stood out against them just as the black throw pillows accented it. The black, red, white rug on the floor pulled the whole room together.

  “I don’t know what happened to me, Mom. I was listening to him, and I just kept getting angrier and angrier with him. I wanted to pick up my coffee cup and lobby it at his head. I thought it would be safer not to get arrested for assault my first month back in the country so instead, I packed up my stuff and left.”

  “You didn’t speak to him at all?”

  Kamiya nibbled on her bottom lip trying to decide how much to tell her mother. They’d always been close; distance hadn’t changed that. Her mother was her best friend, and they pretty much shared everything, but did she want to embarrass herself by telling her mom her unreasonably she had reacted to the conversation she overheard?

  “He was whining about his first world problems,” Kamiya mumbled into the phone.

  “First world problems?”

  “Yes. He kept complaining about how his father wanted him to meet a nice girl and get married and how he didn’t know any nice girls. Or even how to meet any. Doesn’t he realize that people are starving in this world? People are starving in this country, and he is worried about finding a date. He just pissed me off.” Kamiya could feel her anger rising even as she thought about the conversation.

  She loved her mother, but she wasn’t going to admit that the anger was powered in part by jealousy. Okay, by a whole lot of jealousy. If Hemi had stayed true to the promises they made to each other when they were younger, then he wouldn’t have all of these problems. He wouldn’t have the reputation of a Playboy Bunny, because he would’ve been Kamiya’s.

  It was easier to be pissed off at him because he was obviously able to forget about her and move on while she pined away from him.

  The stupid Jackass.

  There was silence on the other end of the phone. For a moment she thought her mother had hung up on her. “Kamiya, you know I love you right?” Her mother was using her stern mom tone of voice, so Kamiya was forewarned she was about to hear something she necessary didn’t want to hear, but probably needed to hear.

  “Yes.”

  “Then I just want you to know what I am about to say is with love.” Kamiya braced herself. “Honey it is time for you to put your big boy britches on and get over your feelings for Hemi.” Kamiya had been right. She didn’t like it.

  “Listen up sweetie. The feelings you are carrying for Hemi are part of a childhood crush, and you are a grown woman. You’ve built a future on a dream made almost fifteen years ago. Most people grow out of those crushes, but you have hidden behind yours and used it as a barrier to have a real relationship with any man out there. It is time for you to let go and move on. You can’t be mad at Hemi because he moved on. That is why I never mentioned him asking after you, just like his mother never told him you asked after him. You would cling to that one thing forever. Hemi is not your future. You need to achieve your goal.”

  “I know, Mom.” It was hard to let go of a dream, but it was time for plan B. “But that doesn’t mean I am giving up on my dream for the Global Heart Foundation. I am going to march into Roman’s office and show him the proposal for the charity I’ve created. I better get to work making Colorado Springs better for homeless children. Mom, I will talk to you later. I am going to eat and go to bed, so I can meet with Roman and get an endowment to help the Global Heart Foundation.”

  “Alright sweetie, you have a good night.”

  “You too, Mom.” Before her mom hung up the phone, Kamiya stopped her

  “Hey, Mom?”

  “Yes, sweetie.”

  “Thanks,” she whispered into the phone.

  “Your welcome sweetie.” Kamiya hung up the phone heading to the kitchen to get some dinner. If she was going to brave Roman in his domain, then she needed to get some food. Life was different from her dreams, but she would adjust. If there was one thing she had learned in all of her years of working with the Peace Corp, it was that you had to be able to go with the flow. And flowing is what she did the best.

  She strolled into her bedroom thinking about what her mother said. She needed to forget about Hemi. Not think of his hot body. Or the strong muscular curve of his shoulders, how they taper down to the masculine hands. Hands she was just dying to have touch her all over. No, she needed to forget about that just like she needed to forget about his kissable lips. How they would feel against her own.

  Firm.

  Soft.

  Bitable.

  How she was dying to feel his touch. She had to stop fantasizing about him, it was not to be, and she couldn’t continue to torture herself this way. It was time for her to let go of the dream. But she should have one for the road. After all what kind of a farewell would it be if she didn't celebrate with an orgasm from her fantasy guy?

  She reached into her bedside table and pulled out the farewell package that her girlfriends in the Pe
ace Corps gave her right before she got on the plane for home. She hadn’t unwrapped yet because there was no need for it. She had been too busy to even take time out for herself. But now she was going to enjoy one last fantasy with her Hemi before she let go of him forever. She unwrapped the package to find a long, slender, pink rubber vibrator. It had a note attached to it, Since you are probably showering alone here is a companion for those long lonely nights. Also attached to the note was a bottle of silicone-based lubricant.

  “Made for water play,” she read the bold print on the side of the lubrication bottle. She smiled. Her friends were so stupid. That's why she loved and missed them every day. She flipped the switch. A light buzzing sound filled the room. The sound of fun to come. Time to hit the shower.

  Kamiya stepped under the pounding water of the shower. It felt so good to have the hot water beating on her back she raised arms to wash her hair, moaning as her fingers lightly skimmed across her scalp releasing the tension that she had been holding in her body. One by one her muscles started to relax under the spray of the shower. Heat from the water skimmed down her shoulders. Her hands glided over her skin as it followed the trail of water droplets downward. Over her shoulders, down her neck to her breasts. Her hands continued down the pathway of her body until she bent over to reach her knees. Instead, she grabbed the bottle of shower gel, squeezing a dollop into her hand. Her hands started their return journey up her body. Covering her skin in a cool refreshing lather. The scent of eucalyptus floated in its wake.

  Gliding over her abdomen.

  Across her breasts.

  Skimming her nipples, until her hands were back on her shoulders. She tilted her head back allowing the water to cascade down her body cleanse her body, mind and soul.

  When her body was clean, she reached for the vibrator that she had placed on the shelf with the bottle of lubricant. The low buzzing filled the shower, competing with the sound of water falling like rain. She lightly rubbed the vibrator across the back of her neck. Shivers of desire shot down her spine. She imagined Hemi’s lips on her neck in the place of the vibrator.

  Hemi bending over her, brushing soft, butterfly kiss across her nape. Torturing her with his light touch, building a desire far deeper inside of her. His hands lightly gripping her shoulders, holding her in place as his lips moved across one shoulder to the other. The vibrator lightly glided down her arm, following the path of Hemi’s hands as they came to rest on hers as he lifted them, placing them high on the wall. Pushing her slightly forward as her back arched making her ass stick out rubbing against his hard cock. “Keep them there,” his demanded whispered in her ear. She shivered at the brush of his warm breath against the wet skin of her ear.

  His hands glided down her arms from their outstretched position. Past her shoulders. Down her back, cupping the globes of her ass in his hands. He squeezed them gently before circling her hips to her front. She moaned at the feel of his nails skimming across her stomach and up her body. He stopped to cup her breasts in his strong hands. His hands weighed her breasts, plucking at her nipples with his thumb and forefingers, teasing them into hard nubs.

  “Oh,” she moaned at the touch of his finger working over her breasts as her ass continued to rub against his hard cock. Desire coursed through her body.

  “Who do you want to fuck you?” He demanded in a harsh whisper his lips against her neck. He gently bites her when she didn’t respond quickly enough. “Who?” His tongue licked over the sting of his bite.

  “Roman.” She moaned arching against him. She couldn’t wait to feel his hard cock in her weeping pussy. She needed him deep inside of her. Hemi gave her nipples on more pinch before traveling down her body to her needy pussy. His fingertips skimmed the outside of her pussy sending more electric shocks deep inside of her. One finger parted her curls, gliding along her lips until it settled over her clit. Slowly he started circling it, applying light pressure. Kamiya moaned. She needed more. She wiggled her ass to encourage him to give her more. She moaned in disappointment when he removed his finger from her clit. Only to jump at the sensation of coolness when they returned to tease her clit some more. Hemi nipped her neck at her movement.

  “Don’t move. This is my pussy,” He nipped her neck again. Kamiya jumped at the unexpected sharpness earning herself another nip. She moaned at the contrast of the gel’s coolness and the burning pleasure in her clit as Hemi applied more lubricant. Spreading it up and down the slit of her pussy, only to have his fingers return to her clit, circling her. Kamiya was unable to keep her hips still as she bucked against the sensations caused by his fingers.

  “Fuuuuccccckkkkkk,” was drawn out of her as Hemi’s thick cock slid into her well-lubricated pussy from behind.

  “That’s it, baby, take my fucking cock.” He pushed into her inch by slow inch. Kamiya's fist pounded on the shower wall as Hemi’s large cock filled her. Every inch of it rubbing against the walls of her pussy, vibrating. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning at each movement. Before she knew it, Hemi was deep inside of her.

  “Are you ready for a ride?” Hemi nipped at the shell of her ear.

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  “Good.” Hemi gripped her hips firmly, pounding his cock into her pussy. Kamiya could only hold onto the shelf as he fucked her. His cock was a nonstop jackhammer slamming in and out of her pussy at an incredible speed. Each stroke rising her higher and higher. Demanding more and more as he fucked her.

  “Take it! Take my fucking cock.” He demanded as he pounded into Kamiya. Lifting her off of his cock with each downward stroke only to pull her back on with each return. Kamiya’s breasts brushed up against the shower wall with each forceful stroke of Hemi’s cock. The coolness of the shower on her front combined with the heat of Hemi on her back was a tremendous rush. Kamiya’s pussy squeezed Hemi’s cock as he fucked her. She moaned as the fire continued to build higher and higher in her.

  Hemi took one hand from her hip as he continued to pound into her, reached around and pinched her clit. The sharp pain shot pleasure into every corner of her pussy. She screamed as she orgasms around Hemi’s cock. Her pussy continued to spasm as his cock exploded into her, pumping his cum deep inside of her. Kamiya collapsed forward onto the shower wall breathing heavily.

  She slowly became aware of the cold water pounded against her back. With a soft moan, she removed the pink vibrator from her pussy turning it off. She watched as the water cascaded down it. Washing away the last of her fantasy of Hemi along with her dream of them being together. She shut off the shower. Well, at least she will always have the memory of their shower together.

  Chapter Four

  Hemi sat back in his chair gazing out his office window into the afternoon sun shining off the windows of other buildings. His view of the city wasn’t as spectacular as his father’s view of the mountains, but it was still beautiful. The winter months were giving away to spring days. The trees were starting to bud with new leaves. The days were growing longer and warmer. It’s been a couple of months since his father’s ultimatum to find a suitable woman to marry. Eight weeks since his encounter with Kamiya. Well eight weeks, three days and fourteen hours, but it's not like he was counting or anything.

  He thought back to their days of school when they were close friends. He’d been able to share all of his secrets with her. Even the ones he didn’t share with Brad, his closest male friend.

  He remembered being carefree and hopeful of the future, not the giant ass that went out of his way to piss off Deuce. Kamiya influence on him made him a better person; he strived to be more than a dumb butt Playboy Bunny.

  He didn’t deal with the loss of her friendship well. When she moved away, he consciously blocked all memories of her. He didn’t even attempt to look her up on social media when it became a thing. After reading her first letter and hearing her describe what such a wonderful place the new country she was living in, he didn’t respond to her nor did he open any subsequent letters. It hurt too much. He was pining for
her, and she was moving on with life. He decided to toughen up his heart. To forget about Kamiya and enjoy life to the fullest.

  Wine, women, and song became his motto.

  After their encounter at the Espresso Train, he went home and found the box he collected her letters in, all those years ago. He sat down and read all of them. He read about her plans for school. Her plans for the Global Heart Foundation. He even read about how she came up with the name for the foundation. He read about her sadness at him not responding to her letters, about how much she missed him and his friendship. The letters started coming further and further apart until they stop coming at all. It had been three years after she left him to the day when he received her last letter or rather note.

  Roman, I guess I can no longer lie to myself about you not receiving my letters. I held onto the dream that our friendship could last through time and over distance, but I guess it was more me than you. I won’t bother you anymore. I hope you experience the best of everything in life, and that it brings you the joy you so richly deserve.

  Forever yours,

  Kamiya

  Reading her letters brought back a flood of memories. Learning his stubbornness and pride made him throw away the best thing in life. Things he missed like his friendship with her.

  He wondered what Kamiya was doing.

  The thoughts of her consumed his focus, work, sleep, everything revolved around old memories of Kamiya. It was hard to picture that feisty woman as the girl he shared his confidences with all those years ago.

  More and more often he found his thoughts turning to her at inappropriate times. Like on his last date. After their meeting, he had gone back in to talk to Brad. Seeing her again hadn’t stopped the task he now had to conquer, it just added confusion to it.