Even though he had taken Storm to his parents’ house the weekend after Christmas to exchange gifts, the relationship between Winter and his family was still a little strained. As he explained, it was as if either he or his parents had been taken over by pod people because there was a lot of perilous ground between them that they were afraid of crossing. But they were trying because the one thing they did have in common was their love for Storm. The little boy had everyone who knew him wrapped around his little finger, none more so than Winter.
Fallon was flying higher than the moon after returning home, two weeks after she was originally scheduled to be back. She was certain the movie was going to be her stepping stone to bigger and better roles, a lifetime of fame, which meant they probably wouldn't have to go back home come June. And every time she looked at Flynn, she’d start to giggle like a mad woman. Fallon had also been spending most of her free time with Harry and it was only a matter of time before the two of them moved in together. Her sister was being incredibly tight-lipped about their sex life, though, so Flynn wasn’t one hundred percent certain they were intimate yet.
She couldn’t imagine the two of them had a platonic relationship because their chemistry was combustible.
Diane had given her a few more low-budget accounts and Flynn found herself becoming an event coordinator, well, a party planner since her clients weren’t rich and/or famous. She found she enjoyed working with her clients, getting to know them and hearing their life stories, but she still wasn’t sold on the idea of making a living as a party planner. She wasn’t going to be giving back the tablet, even though Diane refused to accept money in order for her to keep it.
With the commissions she made, though negligible compared to Gwyn’s or Siobhan's or even Jennifer’s, Flynn was able to pay off the credit card for the hotel all of those months ago. And when their lease was up in a few months, if they made the decision to stay, they’d be able to afford a slightly better apartment. If Fallon didn’t move in with Harry. Or maybe Flynn would be able to afford a nicer one bedroom since she didn’t need a lot of space. When Winter came over, it wasn’t like they needed more than a bed, and they frequently didn’t even need that.
Or maybe he would ask her to move in with him and she’d be able to buy a car.
Sighing, she entered the empty apartment, telling herself she shouldn’t get ahead of herself. After all, he still hadn’t told her he loved her. She thought he did and sometimes when he looked at her, she knew he did, but she didn’t think he knew. Or maybe all he felt for her was merely fondness mixed in with a healthy dose of lust and he was just grateful to know the name and the face of the woman he fucked.
Closing the door and throwing her keys on the little table, she came to an abrupt halt. Lying on the floor was a red envelope with her name on it. Curious, excited, she bent down and quickly opened it, anticipation buzzing along her veins because she knew it was from Winter, even if he hadn’t delivered it personally.
Tearing the hand written letter out, she flopped onto the couch and read it:
To celebrate the best four months of my life as well as
My Twenty-eighth birthday
I wish to invite you to Napa for a weekend of fine wine,
Good conversation and great sex.
Enclosed is a ticket to fly up to San Fran.
Pack light so I can pick you up at the curb at 8:00.
p.s. Don’t worry about work; I’ve arranged
everything with Diane. She thinks we’re going over
last minute details for Storm’s party.
It’s great being involved with a girl with slight
OCD tendencies and everything for the party
is pretty much taken care of.
Yours, Winter
Smiling to herself, all doubts and worries gone, she flew to her bedroom to pack a few things in an overnight bag. Since she doubted clothes would be necessary, she chose the smallest carry-on bag she could find. Grabbing her phone, she called her sister to beg for a ride only to hear her sister’s phone ringing in the front room.
Stepping out of her room, she grinned at Fallon who stood there with a big, shit-eating grin on her face as she said, “I thought you might need a lift.”
Squealing, Flynn flew across the room and practically tackled her sister to the ground as she hugged her. “How did you know about this?”
“Who do you think put the envelope on the ground?” Fallon asked, taking the bag from Flynn’s hand and pushing her out the door. “Harry is downstairs with the car running since you’re running late.”
“I didn’t know I had some place to be,” she explained, the butterflies jumping up and down in glee. Stopping on the step, she looked at Fallon in horror, “Am I going to miss my flight?”
“No, now get moving!” Fallon ordered, laughing. “Winter arranged for everything, Flynn. He’s flying you up on a chartered plane but he wanted you to leave, and I quote, ‘as soon as she gets her sweet ass through the door.’”
Flying out of a smaller annex about an hour later, Flynn was able to bypass most of the LAX insanity and get settled in for the hour plus long flight. She was pretty sure the pre-flight checks and taxiing lasted longer than the actual flight and before she could catch her breath, she was on the ground and standing outside, shaking since it was slightly chillier in San Fran than L.A. in January and she was nervous and excited. A driver was standing by a limo with her name written on a piece of cardboard and when she neared, he opened the door for her.
“Hey, there, gorgeous,” Winter’s voice washed over her and she laughed out loud, sliding into the car that was bigger than her apartment and into his arms. It had been two and a half weeks since he left her last and being back in his arms was like coming home.
“Winter,” she sighed, brushing her lips over his in a gentle kiss.
“We never did have limo sex,” he said, waggling his eyebrows at her, making her laugh and her body shiver. “And we have an entire hour to do it but first I have a surprise for you.”
Trying to control the way she panted at the heated promise of having him buried in her body within the next five minutes, it took a moment for her to concentrate on his words. “What’s the surprise?”
Twining his fingers in her hair and gently tugging her onto his lap, he grinned. “We wrapped up filming; I’m home for as long as you want me.”
“Is forever long enough?” she asked, her eyes heavy as she stared at his lips, waiting for them to be on hers. Sliding her hands over his shoulders, into his hair, she pressed her body against his, “Kiss me, Winter. I’m aching to feel you inside of me.”
With his one hand still tangled in her hair, he tugged at the fastening of his pants, releasing his ever-ready erection. “That’s one thing I love most about you, Winter. You never bother with underwear.”
His chuckle was dark and strained as he kissed her and went to work on freeing her from her pants. She was too busy kissing him and running her fingers through his thick hair to be of much help, lifting and shifting as he pulled her pants and panties from her body. Straddling his lap, she held her breath as she slowly lowered herself onto his hot and heavy cock, inhaling as he finally filled her.
“God, you feel like heaven,” he rasped, resting his hand on her hip as they held themselves still and simply absorbed the moment. “If I could, I would live in your body.”
“It would make it impossible to film movies,” she teased, the words coming out breathless since she was finally where she wanted to be.
“We could cover you in green and digitally alter you out of the shot,” he offered raggedly, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. She took the opportunity to lick his throat, loving the salty hot taste of Winter’s skin. When he groaned, she felt the vibration in her mouth. “Oh, man, that feels so good.”
“Hmmm,” she hummed sliding her hands down his chest and beneath his shirt so she could touch his skin. His tummy clenched as she dragged her nails over his ticklish spot and he
grabbed her wrists to stop her but she didn’t mind because he was here and he was filling her so completely.
With a groan, he pulled her off of his body, his erection, and set her onto the seat next to him. At her look of betrayal, he smiled and pulled something out of the bag she hadn’t even seen. He held up a dildo, far bigger than any of the others he had used, and her ass tightened in trepidation as he rasped, “In the rush to be in you, I forgot one tiny, little detail.”
“That’s not tiny,” she protested, not taking her eyes off the thick sex toy.
Ignoring her whispered words, he demanded, “Get naked.”
Keeping her eyes on the monster dildo, she pulled her shirt off and slipped out of her bra. She was sitting in a large limo in her bare skin and the only thing that bothered her was the fake penis in Winter’s hands.
“Turn around and get on your hands and knees, Flynn,” he ordered, taking out a bottle of lube and slicking up the torture device. When she hesitated, he rumbled, “Do it, love.”
Taking a shaky breath, she faced the other way and slowly went to her hands and knees, tilting her ass into the air. His warm hand smoothed over the flesh as he spoke in a graveled voice, “If you can take this, you’ll be able to take me even though I’m a little bit bigger.”
Her belly quickened, in fear, in impatience, in arousal and she had to concentrate on her breathing otherwise she’d start to hyperventilate and pass out. Licking her lips, she looked over her shoulder and met his piercing blue eyes. They burned with dark fierceness and as he held her eyes, he dribbled the cool lube on her ass. Smearing the liquid around until it heated, he took extra effort to touch the forbidden entrance, arousing her and terrifying her. “Relax, love. This is going to blow your mind, especially when I fill you at the same time. But that won’t be today.”
“Winter?” At his distracted murmur, she swallowed nervously, afraid of his answer. “Do you dream about sharing me with another man?”
His head shot up and he glared at her, snarling, “No. You are mine and I do not share what is mine.”
She released the breath she had been holding and relaxed, “Thank God.”
His startled chuckle relaxed her further. “Do I even want to know?”
“Well….” Her eyes dropped to the dildo then moved to his erection. “It’s just that you were talking about double penetration and I thought, I feared, it was to prepare me for that scenario.”
“No.” Smacking her ass with the flat of his hand, he ground out once more, “No, just… no.”
With that settled, he picked up the large phallus and rubbed it against the crack of her ass, shuddering as he did it. Unable to watch the intrusion, she faced forward and rested her cheek on the seat. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath as she felt the tip of the dildo push against the tight bud. “Go slow.”
“Always,” he vowed, gradually pushing it deeper.
“It hurts,” she cried softly, feeling her muscles stretch, feeling them being torn apart.
“Shh,” he crooned, stroking her back. “Bear down on it, love.”
Squeezing her eyes shut, she pushed back and felt a slight pop as the tip of his penis slid past the tight rosette. Winter hissed in a shaky breath and growled, “Fuck it.”
The cold dildo was gone and a moment later, the blistering hot flesh of his penis was nudging against the darkness. Grabbing her hips, he used the leverage to push himself into her tight orifice as she used her love for him to find the strength to push back. Sweat beaded her brow as she fought against the instinct to pull away from the intrusion, as she bore down on him and felt the tip of his penis slip past the initial resistance.
He was panting heavily as he slowly worked his dick into her ass and she felt beads of moisture along her spine as he held himself back. It hurt, good God it hurt, but she refused to make him stop. Tears leaked from her eyes as she felt him inch deeper and deeper, claiming her in a way she never expected to be claimed.
And then the car hit a bump and he slid in all the way and he let out a feral snarl of bliss as she cried out in pain. Her body felt like it was being torn in two as it burned and shook and she wasn’t sure she liked being taken in the ass, not by something as big as Winter’s cock.
“Sorry,” he said but she knew he wasn’t too sorry because he liked the feel of it too much to stop or even pull out. Slowly, he eased out a little before pushing back in, setting flames anew to her every nerve ending. Again and again he worked his dick in the tight hole, drawing her deeper and deeper into the darkness until the pain twisted into pleasure and she forgot her reasons she didn’t want to do this.
“You have a beautiful body, Flynn,” he commended, smoothing his hands over her back, the flare of her hips, the curve of her ass.
“Don’t spank me,” she begged, not sure she could handle the sting of his hand in addition to the burn of his penis.
“I won’t,” he promised, leaning over her and shoving his dick deeper into her ass, making her wince and then pant. With his lips next to her ear, his gravelly voice begged, “Can I move?”
Oh, God, it was going to hurt! Biting her lips as tears continued to stream down her cheeks, she nodded once. And like that, the beast was unleashed, fucking her with brutal savagery. When his fingers moved over her clitoris she came, a screaming orgasm that she knew the driver could hear. Pleasure exploded outwards from the pain in her ass, burning up everything in its path, killing her, destroying her, ruining her for any other man.
With a shouted grunt, he stiffened and hot seed filled her ass, pulse after pulse of cum. He thrust again and shivered as the final orgasm ripped through his body and then he collapsed over her, breathing heavily. His chest was damp with sweat and when he buried his face against the curve of her neck, she discovered that his hair was damp as well. He placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder blade, whispering, “Thank you.”
Slowly, he pulled his semi-hard penis from her body, the overwhelming relief of no longer being penetrated almost enough to push her back into orgasm. Turning over and flopping onto her back, she watched him as he took a wet wipe and cleaned his penis before pushing it back into his pants and fastening the button. Catching her watching him, he huffed a rueful laugh, “I can’t fuck you, love, not until after I’ve cleaned myself up properly. I don’t want you to get an infection.”
“I know that,” she growled, knowing that it was the height of stupidity to go from ass to pussy. “I just like looking at you.”
Softly, almost hesitantly, he asked, “How was it?”
How was it? Considering her words carefully, she finally answered, “I’m not sure. Parts of it were horrid but the rest was…. It was unlike anything I’ve ever known.”
“Do you think you might want to do it again?” She could see the hope and the fear in his eyes; the hope that she’d say yes and the fear that she wouldn’t. But it was Winter. She might not understand his obsession with fucking her ass but she loved him enough to endure the pain, especially if she experienced those soul destroying orgasms.
Licking her lips, studying the man before her and loving him more than life itself, all she could tell him was, “Maybe. On special occasions.”
“Like my birthday?” he asked in dark humor.
She smiled, unable to help herself, “And maybe President’s Day but never Christmas.”
He laughed as he gathered her up in his arms and held her naked body on his lap, “I’ve missed you so much, Flynn Rogers.”
♥~♥~♥
Winter held Flynn in his arms, amazingly content even though they were simply lying in bed as the sun rose and bathed the room in a warm light. After her incredible submission in the car, he had wanted to pamper her and take care of her, so he had run her a hot bubble bath as soon as they arrived at the secluded cottage. She had looked at him with a sleepy smile and his heart shuddered in his chest; he was so far gone it was pathetic.
“Why does Storm spend so much time at his aunt’s house?” she asked from out of the blu
e. Twisting around so she could look at him, an adorable little frown crinkling her forehead, she added, “When he’s not with you, he’s there and I don’t remember reading anything about Melissa having a sister. Or a brother.”
“She doesn’t,” he said thickly, getting a little light headed at the awareness he was going to betray Melissa’s trust in order to explain everything to Flynn. Brushing her hair away from her face, letting his hand linger on the curve of her cheek, he softly murmured, “His aunt is actually his biological mother.” At her dawning realization, he huffed a laugh, “Yeah, Missy didn’t want to continue her gene line and used the egg of the woman she had been in love with at the time.”
Her brows furrowed but she simply nodded and remained quiet, letting him continue uninterrupted. “They broke up before Storm was born and that’s how I was able to step in. But the woman wanted to be a part of his life and so the fabrication of being his aunt was created. Since she has children from a previous relationship, he has cousins, too.”
“That is really confusing,” she murmured, her fingers idly drawing circles on his chest. “Will she ever try to sue for custody?”
“Absolutely not,” he said with utter conviction, knowing the legal work that had gone into creating Storm. “He’s my son through and through and when this is all over he will be living with me full time.”
She nodded, “I think there would be a hole in your heart if you had never laid that motorcycle down on your leg.”
“A hole in my heart, a void in my soul,” he told her, kissing her forehead. “Because if it weren’t for that motorcycle I wouldn’t have met you either. And if we did happen to meet, I wouldn’t be someone worthy of your love.”
Pushing herself up until she was sitting, she looked down at him and cupped his cheek, “I do love you, Winter.”
“I know,” he said, the words he wanted to say sticking in his chest. Her eyes gazed at him with understanding and he desperately wanted to whisper the words she deserved to hear but he couldn’t get them out. Sitting up so they were bare chest to naked breasts, he slid his hand into her hair and around her neck, holding her steady as he swept his tongue into her honeyed mouth. She must have gotten up earlier and come back to bed because her breath was minty fresh while he knew his was less so. But she didn’t seem to mind, moaning into his mouth and returning his kiss with reckless abandon.
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