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It made sense now. Rocky was dead because of what he knew or what he wouldn’t share that he knew. Someone tried to take out Endo. They were the ones who were directly involved with Winter. And if they wanted Winter dead, she’d be dead. I had nothing to do with protecting her. This was all about what she had done. What she had been forced to do.
Winter was shaking as we stared at each other.
“Tripp,” she whispered. “We’re in danger, aren’t we?”
“Yeah,” I said. “We’re in this deep, darling.”
“What do we do?”
There was a handful of things we could have done right then. None of them should have been what I decided to do.
I pulled Winter close to me and kissed her.
Our lips collided in a dark and beautiful way. My hands pulled at her shirt, wanting to touch her bare skin again. My right hand touched against her belly. My intrigue was through the roof with her. The intense feelings racing through my body were almost foreign to me.
When our tongues touched, she moaned into my mouth. Her nails dug harder at my neck, scratching at me, tearing at my skin.
I walked forward, pushing her to the bed.
I lifted her shirt up and over her head. My hands cupped her face, pulling her back to me for another kiss. Her mouth was delicious, she was the best kiss I ever had in my life.
Reaching around, I unsnapped her bra and she let it fall to the floor.
My hands cupped her breasts, keeping a small distance between us. Our kiss broke, our foreheads touching, and I looked down at my hands touching her. I cupped her hard, gritting my teeth, my cock pulsing in my jeans. I slid my hands down and cupped under her breasts, admiring their beautiful shape and size. I then inched down and kissed her chest, slowly working down to her left breast first. My tongue demanded another taste of her nipple, swirling around, flicking, my teething gently grazing, just enough to make Winter shiver.
I moved to her other breast and did the same.
I slipped my hands around to her back, leaving her breasts dangling in my face. I looked up at her. Her head was down, hair in her face, and a little smile crept across her face. My heart pounded fucking hard. Harder than any fight I’d ever been involved with. That meant Winter was more addicting than a fight, which seemed impossible.
Her hands played with my hair.
I kissed below her breasts.
Then I moved down a little more and did it again.
And again.
I kissed above her belly button and quickly moved under it.
Her stomach fluttered with my kisses.
She was beautiful, her skin soft and sweet.
But I wanted something sweeter.
I opened her pants and tugged at the sides. Her hips tick-tocked left to right as I took them off her. She kicked her pants off.
Finally.
I ran my hands up her legs and wasted no time gripping the top of her black panties and pulling at them. I watched her bare mound appear before my eyes, her tender folds there, her pussy for the taking.
When she stepped out of her panties, I gritted my teeth.
I came forward and pressed my lips to her mound, tasting her smooth skin. Inching down, I slipped my tongue between her legs, demanding to taste her. The tip of my tongue cut along her wet folds, bringing me her sweet flavor. One taste was not enough for me. No fucking way in hell.
My hands slapped at her hips and I pushed her back on the bed. Winter cried out as she fell to her ass on the bed. My hands touched her knees and opened her legs. No more time could pass by now.
I kissed her inner thigh and then raced up her leg. Her smell flooded my senses. I placed my right hand on her mound, my thumb rubbing the gentle nub of her clit. She cried out and thrust at me. My thumb slid down between her folds.
I had to devour her right then.
I brought my mouth to her slick center and tasted her. My tongue moved up and down, pressing against her pussy, feeling her throb against my touch. I put my hands to her inner thighs and kept her open. I was fast, aggressive, needing her so badly.
At her clit I suckled, rolling her between my lips. Each time she jumped, groaned, pressing her hips at me, wanting more.
One of her hands grabbed at my neck and then my shirt. She scratched, pulled, cried out, wanting my shirt off.
I tasted her again, top to bottom, then bottom to top. I pulled away, savoring her sweet taste.
I stood up and hurried to rip my own shirt off.
There before me on the bed, Winter was fully nude. Her succulent body was all mine now. Her hands on the bed, holding the covers. Her left leg a little bent, her legs still open, her tender pussy folded up for me. The curve of her hips, her breasts just hanging there, hard and rose pink nipples. But it was her face that got me the most. Her natural beauty shined through.
Goddammit, I think I loved her right then.
Love?
I shoved my jeans down and kicked them off.
My cock was almost painfully hard.
I grabbed her legs and pulled at her, bringing her to me.
She cried out and I lowered my body down to hers. Her burning warmth instantly welcomed me. I thrust and opened her, sliding just a little into her. She throbbed against me, her pussy teasing me to fucking come already.
I pulled back and thrust again, easing myself into her.
Once I was deep, I lowered my body to hers. Her hands instantly went around my back, holding me. My right hand pressed at her waist, holding her steady. My left hand slid up her body, over her breast, and up to her face.
I held her just like that as I started to fuck her with slow and long thrusts of my cock. Pulling all the way out to the tip of my dick and then rushing right back inside her. Each thrust she moaned, her mouth open, a sexy desperation in her eyes.
She then started to thrust her hips at me. She rocked left to right, lifting, wanting it. Her head slowly fell back and her body shook as she reached her first climax. Her nails cut into my back muscles like she wanted to tear me apart.
I fucking loved it.
I held tight inside her as she came. I kissed her neck as she cried out with each push of my cock and each throb of her insides.
Winter looked at me again, panting. I didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath. I simply kissed her. My tongue explored her mouth, wondering if she could taste her own sweetness on my tongue.
That turned me on even more.
I pushed and pulled, thrusting and fucking her. I kept our bodies tight, tighter than I had ever been with someone before. Maybe this was beyond a good and sweaty fuck. Maybe this was me making love to her tender body. Showing her how beautiful she was, no matter what happened to her.
I had no clue.
I kept thrusting at her though. My knees hit the bed and then I climbed up on the bed. My hands grabbed her ass and lifted. Without exiting her, I crawled up the bed even more. When her head was on a pillow, I started to fuck her again. Slowly, I inched away, lifting the top half of my body.
Winter grabbed at my chest, clawing at first, then her hands opening. I was on my knees, fucking her. Watching my cock slide in and out her. Watching her breasts bounce with my movements. All of it added up inside me. My anger, frustration, guilt. My deepest needs that I never thought would be cared for.
That feeling of love raced through me.
Maybe I just loved her pussy. Or her body. Or the moment we were in. She was frail and needed me. That was a turn on.
I gritted my teeth and hissed as the rush started. My balls tightened and I sped up even more. The wild sound of bodies hitting became matched by Winter’s cries of pleasure. My cock finally started to pulse, spilling inside her.
I held her hips tight and pressed deep, holding steady as I came inside her.
With each release inside Winter, her body jumped. She rocked her hips, her sweet pussy squeezing at me, wanting it all. So I gave her all of
it, over and over.
There were just too many emotions raging inside me to figure out what the fuck I was doing, why, or if anything could make any kind of sense.
When I finished, I stayed there, with Winter, deep inside her. My stomach touched hers. My hands were tight around the pillows, holding my chest off hers. Our eyes met. Gently, she reached up and touched my face. She pulled at me, bringing me down so I’d kiss her again.
That kiss kept going. Our kiss was hot, wet, sloppy, perfect. Ours heads moved side to side. I nibbled on her lip, tasting her tongue. She did the same to me.
It only took a matter of a few minutes for me to get hard again.
And I started to thrust at her.
Fuck, again.
20.
(Winter)
I woke and wanted everything to be a dream. The fact that I had given everything to Tripp the night before seemed impossible. Nobody knew my secrets. Sarah didn’t even know, and she was kind of my best friend.
Endo had his grip on me for a while. We had been playing a dangerous game that was fun in the beginning, but got old fast. Then I got pregnant. He kept me hidden to keep the pregnancy hidden. The only ones who really knew were Rocky and Stoney. Endo had some deal with them to keep it from Endo’s father.
Who I now knew was Tripp’s boss.
It was a mess to think about. But my mind wouldn’t erase it. Let alone being in that room when they took Autumn from me. I had the chance to kiss her, just once. That warm, small head of hers. There was a sweet smell to her, something I could never find again. She wasn’t exactly ripped from my arms, but taken gently. Yet my heart would beg to differ. My heart was never able to accept it.
Fine, I hated myself for it all. Even if Autumn had the best life in the world, with the best mother and father, it still hurt me. Then again, if my pain and sacrifice was for her, then what more could a mother give a child?
I tried to shut my eyes and chase it away.
The truth was lingering though. Someone wanted to find Autumn. Killing Rocky was part of it. Coming after me? Maybe someone wanted to kill me, but they wanted information first. That was something I didn’t have. My secrets were exposed, the rest of it all in ashes on the floor.
I forced myself to sit up.
The covers inched down my body. I was still naked. That at least made me smile.
The bedroom door slowly opened and I was treated to something sexy.
Tripp, standing with two mugs of coffee.
He was shirtless, leaving my eyes all the time in the world to climb up and down his body. Picking out all the lines and cuts of muscles, miles for my tongue to explore.
If we could survive all this shit.
“Hey, you’re finally awake,” he said.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Well past noon.”
“Oh. Wow.”
I couldn’t have been that surprised. Last time I saw the clock it was past three in the morning and I was rolling off of Tripp. That would have been three of four times we were together before I finally tapped out and had to fall asleep.
My body felt like I had run a marathon. And God help me, I was still warm between my legs. I was still feeling good, because of him.
Tripp climbed onto the bed and handed me a coffee.
“Thanks,” I said.
“I’d make you breakfast but there’s no food. We’ll have to go out and grab something when you get out of bed.”
“Maybe I won’t get out of bed.”
“Good. Don’t.”
“Maybe not forever,” I said with a grin.
Tripp touched my cheek. “We can’t do that, darling. I just want you to know everything you told me last night, it means something to me. I’m sorry if I bullied it all out of you. I had no idea what you were going to say. I mean, I just… I just wanted you to not be involved in all of it.”
“But I am. Something is going to happen to me. To us.”
Tripp nodded. “I’m a fighter, darling. So are you. Just let me get my head around it all and come up with a plan here. It’s a lot to take in.”
I nodded. “I know.”
I leaned up and kissed his chin.
Tripp tugged the sheet down, exposing my breasts. His free hand touched and played, bringing my nipple to an erect state. The palm of his hand moved over my breast, cupping, sending a warm pressure down my body.
“Keep that up and I’m definitely not going to leave this bed.”
“Good point,” Tripp said.
He took his hand away. He sipped the coffee and then anger washed over his face.
“What’s wrong?”
“This Skull X group,” he said. “Was Endo involved there?”
“I don’t know. I only saw him with Rocky and Stoney. I’m not even sure the rest of the Red Aces knew Endo. And obviously it was all a secret from your boss. So I don’t know what to think.”
“That’s all family shit,” Tripp said. “Bad family shit. It doesn’t take much for them to kill each other. And depending on what you did depends on if you even get a fucking funeral.”
“Then why are you involved?” I asked. “You’re a good fighter, right? Can’t you do something else? Fight for real?”
“Real? So what I do isn’t real? You and me right now? This isn’t real?”
Tripp moved out of the bed. I grabbed the sheet and tried to go after him, almost spilling coffee on myself.
“Tripp! No. I didn’t mean it like that. I meant like, you know, legal fighting.”
“It doesn’t work that way,” he said. “If I tried to leave Aldo, he’d have me killed. Simple as that. Plus, why would I want legit?” Tripp looked back at me. “I like fighting the way I do. Knowing that there’s no rules. Knowing that there’s death waiting. It’s like a drug to me. I told you. I’m no good. I’m street trash. A thug.”
“Stop saying that,” I said. I finally got out of the damn bed. I put my coffee down and walked to Tripp. I let the sheet fall from my body, standing there completely naked. I pressed my breasts to his back and kissed him. “You are nothing bad. You are all good, I swear. I’m sorry I said anything, Tripp. I just want to find an answer out of this.”
Tripp turned and faced me. His hands touched my waist, sending warmth everywhere. “I don’t know if there is an answer, darling. One thing I need to do… I need to talk to Stoney again. I need to get to Skull X and see what they know.”
“They won’t tell you anything. They’ll kill you.”
“They like to fight, right?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“So do I. I’ll fight it out of them.”
“That’s cocky and cute at the same time,” I said. I dug my hands into his back. “I really like you, Tripp. I mean, aside from you throwing me into a wall, beating up my best friend’s boyfriend, twice, and me almost getting blown up, hiding in a motel, and confessing everything to you. It’s been… nice.”
“No it hasn’t,” Tripp said. “This situation is bad. But us together. Yeah, that’s nice.”
We kissed. So soft. So romantic.
“I hate to fucking say this,” Tripp said, “but you need to put on some clothes.”
I backed away from him, grinning. I slipped my hands over my breasts and just stood there. Anytime I had to deal with taking my clothes off, I was numb. I taught myself to be numb. It was easier that way. The thing with Tripp though was that he was far too real to feel numb around. I was standing there, touching myself. I felt sexy. Alive.
Even if we were just messing with expiring time.
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