Red Hot Winter

by K. Webster

  Winter sings along and I find myself smiling, amused. Just like the storm that seems to grow worse by the hour outside, Winter blew into my world just yesterday and disrupted everything. And apparently, I’m a fan of the new chaos, because this is the lightest I’ve felt in a long time.

  When I look at her, I see a bit of Tony in her, but then all she has to do is open her sassy mouth or smile, and then I’m forgetting who she is. Why she’s here. Why I wanted to mess with her in the first place.

  “Are we going to talk about earlier?” I ask as I stir the soup.

  She cocks her head at me. “How you whipped my ass as a trade for getting me out of trouble?”

  My dick jolts at her words. “And then after…”

  “I shouldn’t have kissed you.” She flips the sandwiches and frowns at me. “It was a weak moment. I don’t do weak.”

  Her body is stiff as she continues to cook, her eyes back on her task. Tough little Winter Burke had a vulnerable moment and now she’s back to being the ice queen.

  “You don’t have to do that around me.” I turn off the soup.

  “Do what?”

  “Act tough.”

  “It’s not an act,” she huffs. She turns off the stove and then shoots a withering glare my way. “I don’t cry. So sorry you had to see that. You won’t see it again.”

  “So you’re not going to tell me what upset you?”

  She was clearly upset over her father kicking her out, but I want her to elaborate and open up to me.

  “You spanked me. It hurt.” She averts her gaze.

  I let out a huff of disbelief. “Little liar.”

  “Maybe I was humiliated at being naked in front of you.” Her brown eyes snap to mine.

  Snorting at her, I shake my head. “Try another lie, sweetheart, because these are shitty so far.”

  She presses her lips together and her nostrils flare with anger. Ignoring me, she puts the sandwiches on two plates and slams them loudly on the bar. Her challenging stare meets mine as she pulls a beer from the fridge, just begging me to say no so I’ll argue with her.

  “I’m not your daddy, Winter. I may like to spank you, but you won’t find me telling you that you can’t drink.” I prowl over to her, forcing her to back her ass up against the wall. “In fact, I might encourage you. Then, your prissy bitch attitude might go away.” Lifting my hand, I run a finger along the side of her throat. “And who knows? Maybe I’d take advantage of you.”

  I take the beer from her. With my eyes on hers, I step away to grab a bottle opener and then pop the cap. I drink a swig and then hand it back to her.

  “Drink up,” I urge, a wicked smile curling my lips up.

  Her neck flares red like her hair. My cock lurches in my sweatpants in appreciation of the lovely color. She tips back the bottle and swallows. I watch the way her throat moves and imagine my dick shoved deep inside, stretching her pretty little mouth to the limits. There’s no way I can hide my hard-on. When she finishes swallowing her beer, she roams her stare down my front and settles it on my eager cock.

  She stares for a beat longer before meeting my eyes with fury blazing in hers. “I’ll never be anyone’s revenge fuck.”

  For a moment, I’m stunned. Then, I track the way her hips move as she makes her way over to the bar and sits on a stool. I adjust my aching cock and then grab a beer. This woman is going to make me crazy.

  The music in the background is soft, familiar, and relaxing. But the little ball of fire beside me as I eat is bubbling over with barely contained wrath. It amuses me that she deflects with anger. I’d much rather see her mad than upset. At least then, she’s a storm. Oh, what a beautiful storm she is.

  We eat without conversation. When we finish, she does the dishes without complaint. I grab another beer and settle on the couch so I can watch the snow falling. It’s coming down heavily and I worry it’ll be a bitch to drive in tomorrow.

  “I have to study,” she says as she heads to Callie’s room.

  “Study in here.”

  She stops at the end of the couch and frowns, her palms on her hips. “What?”

  “You’re staying here for free? Well,” I grumble. “I want something in return.”

  “Sex?” she asks, her voice shrill.

  Yes.

  “No.” Lies. I grin at her. “Your company.”

  At this, she huffs. “Fine.”

  A few minutes later she heads to the chair across from the couch, but I shake my head. “Nope, here.” I pat the cushion beside me.

  “Whatever,” she groans.

  She sits cross-legged and cracks open a textbook. I skim over what she’s reading and am surprised to find it’s a book called Comparative Government and Politics.

  “Is that typical high school curriculum?” I ask.

  “Are you going to talk the whole time?” she grumbles.

  “Yes,” I tell her honestly.

  She laughs. “You’re annoying.”

  “It’s the only reason I agreed to let you come here. To annoy you.”

  Her smile falls and she regards me with a tender expression. “To get back at him.”

  The old familiar sting of what Tony and Jackie did to me isn’t as sharp. I shrug and sip my beer. “Maybe.”

  She leans her head against my shoulder. “I’m sorry for what happened.”

  “Yeah,” I grunt, my body tensing. “It is what it is. It’s been two years. I’m over it.”

  Her head tilts up and her brown eyes bore into mine. “But you’re not. You’re salty as fuck, August.”

  “What do you expect?” I snap. “My wife fucked your dad. Ruined our family.”

  “If it’s any consolation, I hate her,” she whispers, a flare of anger lighting her eyes.

  It is, actually. Having someone to commiserate with feels pretty fucking good. I certainly can’t complain to Callie about her mother.

  “I don’t really want to hurt you,” I admit, my attention falling to her pouty lips. “I mean, spanking your ass was fun, but I don’t want to hurt your feelings.”

  She takes my beer and takes a drink. “So we can be friends?” Her brow arches in question.

  Goddamn, she’s too pretty.

  “I don’t have many friends,” I grunt. “Friends usually fuck you over.”

  Her brows furl together. “Maybe we can be something better than friends.” She winks as she sips my beer again before handing it back. Then, she points to her book. “I’m taking mostly AP classes and some college courses. A scholarship is important to me now that Dad kicked me out. I don’t have any other way to pay for tuition and I’ve worked so hard to get to this point. Getting suspended could have screwed with my scholarship opportunities.”

  “What are you going to college for?”

  She beams at me, pure happiness in her expression. “I want to study law.”

  Both my brows lift. “You do, huh?”

  “I want to become a badass attorney like my ‘something better than friend’ new roommate,” she says with a laugh.

  “You’d be great at it,” I tell her honestly. “You’re fierce and dedicated. And despite those tears earlier, you’re not weak.”

  Her smile falls as she steals my beer again. This time, instead of drinking it, she sits it on the table. Then, she tosses the textbook to the floor with a thump. She sits up on her knees and straddles my lap.

  “Take my shirt off, August.” Her intense brown eyes burn into mine.

  My cock jolts at her demand and I obey the bossy girl. With teasing movements, I peel away her sweatshirt. No bra. This fucking girl. Dragging my stare down to her tits, I grab a handful of each and admire the way they fit perfectly in my grip.

  “You’re beautiful,” I murmur as I lean forward, kissing between her tits.

  She gasps, her fingers sliding into my damp hair. “August,” she whimpers.

  Looking up at her, I grin. “What is it, red hot Winter? Are you scared?” I taunt.

  “Yes,” she admit
s, her voice a whisper.

  I love that her tough girl act gets destroyed in my presence. It makes me feel protective over her. Like I want to shield her from everything the world might try to sling her way.

  “You don’t have to be,” I rumble as I move my hand away from one of her breasts and replace it with my mouth. I suck her nipple between my lips and revel in the way she whines with pleasure. My tongue teases the peaked flesh of her nipple as I look up at her. “I’m going to make you feel good.”

  Her usually hard eyes shine with trust and admiration that does a shit ton for my ego. She tugs at my shirt, forcing me to pull away long enough for her to rid me of it. Hungrily, I attack her wet nipple with my teeth.

  “August!” she cries out, her fingers gripping my hair. “Are we going to have sex?”

  I laugh against her tit, with my teeth clamped on her nipple. Pulling away, I love the way she yanks at my hair, crying out in pain. I release her nipple and flip her onto the couch so she’s on her back.

  “No, little Winter.” My lips curl up wickedly. “We’re going to fuck. Have you been fucked before?”

  She closes her eyes lets out a huff. “I had sex with a guy once…” she trails off.

  Grabbing her pants, I start inching them down her thighs. “Once? I want more details, sweetheart. Thinking of you with your legs spread open letting some twerp take your virginity surprisingly gets my dick achingly hard.”

  “Why?” she demands, her bottom lip pouting out.

  “Because I know the moment I stretch your sweet pussy and make you see stars, you’ll be ruined forever. No other man will ever compare. You’ll be mine and you won’t be able to control it.” I smile devilishly at her as I toss her pants away.

  Her sweet, coy smile morphs into a wicked one that could easily rival mine. “Just once,” she says, biting her bottom lip. “I was sixteen. Completely and utterly in love with my best friend’s father. He was going through a bitter divorce and didn’t even look twice at me. So, I found someone like him. Let him take my virginity while I pretended he was someone else.”

  Bad girl.

  Bad girl who plays bad games better than the big bad wolf.

  She parts her thighs and reveals her glistening pussy to me. “He never fulfilled the fantasy. Sometimes, I wonder if that fantasy will ever be fulfilled.”

  I run my knuckle along her wet slit, loving the way she shivers. “Oh, sweet Winter,” I croon, probing her tight channel with the tip of my finger. “All those fantasies are about to come true.” My finger slides inside her slick cunt and her back arches. “And they’re going to be better than you could have ever imagined, baby.”

  Winter

  Oh God.

  August Miller has his finger inside me. We’re really doing this. I’ve only dreamed about it for as long as I can remember. With his eyes on mine, he kisses my knee and then makes his way along my inside thigh to my pussy. His hot breath tickles me and then his tongue is on me. I jump, overwhelmed by the sudden explosion of pleasure, and squeeze my thighs together, pinning his head between them.

  He growls, pushing my knee back over. His teeth nip at my clit and I cry out. I’ve touched myself hundreds of time. And I’ve had sex with a guy named Hank—he was my first and only. But never have I felt pleasure like this. He sucks on my clit and quivers tremble through my body, making my legs shake. August chuckles against my pussy before he goes back to feasting on it. Another one of his fingers seeks entrance with the other. His fingers stretch me and then curl up inside me, finding a new button of pleasure within me.

  “Ah!” I cry out. “Oh God!”

  His sucking and licking and biting become more ravenous. He’s losing control. I’m completely at his mercy. My eyes roll back when an orgasm detonates within me, sending electric pulses of pleasure zinging through my every nerve ending. His fingers slide in and out of me easier now that my arousal seems to be gushing from me.

  “Look at you,” he croons against my sensitive flesh. “Look at how your body loves to be touched and adored.”

  I melt under his sweet words. He removes his fingers and the loss makes me shiver with need. His green eyes flicker with desire and maybe a slight madness. The need to possess me gleams in his eyes. When his tongue darts out to lick his wet lips, I let out a groan.

  “August,” I plead. “I need you.”

  “Not here,” he growls. “I’m not fucking you on the couch like some loser. I’m taking you to my bed where I can spread you out and take my time with you.”

  He slides an arm under my back and lifts me up as he stands. My arms wrap around his neck and my legs around his waist. I greedily kiss him, shocked that I like the way I taste on his mouth. Blindly, he carries us through the condo, his grip tight on my bare ass. Each time he spreads my cheeks apart like he wants to put his fingers there too, I shiver in anticipation.

  One hand leaves my ass as he pulls down his sweats. Once they’re around his ankles, he kicks out of them and then strides over to his bed. His thick cock bobs against the crack of my ass as he walks. We fall onto the bed and then his mouth is back on mine. Demanding and owning. He devours me in such a way that makes me feel claimed. I consider myself pretty independent but beneath him, I feel kept and cared for. And frankly, it feels nice.

  “I don’t deserve you,” he rumbles, his mouth whispering over mine. “I am a selfish asshole. I don’t deserve this or you.”

  “You do,” I argue. “We both do.”

  He reaches between us and grips his dick. His tip teases along my wet slit. I stare at his wickedly handsome face as he pushes barely inside me.

  “You’re so tiny,” he rasps out. “This is going to feel so good for me, but, baby, I’m going to hurt you.” As if to drive home his point, he pushes some more inside me. It stretches and burns as my body attempts to accommodate his massive girth.

  “Ahh,” I breathe. “I can take it.” Tears burn my eyes because it does hurt. But I want it. Oh, how I want it. The one time I had sex was embarrassing in comparison. Hank sure as hell wasn’t packing a monster.

  His thumb rubs against my still raw clit. Wildness shines in his green orbs as he penetrates me with his gaze. “You’ll take it,” he agrees gruffly. “You’re going to let me ruin this sweet, perfect pussy. You’re going to let me hurt you so good.”

  “Yesss,” I moan, spreading my legs wider, begging for more despite the pain.

  His eyes fall back between us, his thumb lazily teasing my clit. “Look how your body wants to resist but then sucks me in.” His cock stretches me more as he inches in. “You’re so fucking slippery for this cock, baby.”

  When my eyes close, he pinches my clit, making my pussy clench.

  “Eyes open, Winter. I need to get lost in them.” His burning stare and the sharp angles of his jaw make him look like some vampire villain come to turn me to the dark side.

  I want to go with him. So badly, I do.

  His thumb rubs my clit harder, making me whimper in pleasure, and he thrusts slightly, pushing the rest of his cock into me. He’s so big, I’m shocked at the way it feels so good to be completely filled by him. Like we are a puzzle that barely fits, but it’s perfect. Our eyes lock as he easily brings me to orgasm with just his thumb on me. My body jolts as the orgasm quakes through me. Before I can settle from the madness only he can deliver, he eases his body on mine, his slick chest pressed against my breasts, and bucks hard into me. His mouth crashes back to mine. Hungry. Desperate. Unwilling to stop.

  I claw at his shoulders and hold on as he wildly thrusts his hips in a way that has me nearly crying with happiness. I love being consumed by him. It’s been a silly girl fantasy until now. Now, it’s reality. The man of my dreams—the man I crushed over for years—is taking every bit of pleasure from my body. It feels good to give myself up to him. To yield to his demands and allow him the control my body so desperately craves.

  His hand slides into my hair and he grips me to the point of pain. “You,” he growls. “You’
re so fucking beautiful.” He nips at my lip. “And mine now.”

  My eyes flutter closed as his thrusting grows out of control. His mouth finds the side of my neck, and he sucks me hard. I yelp, clenching around his cock. This seems to set him off because he snarls against my throat and jerks out of my body. Hot semen shoots across my lower stomach as he bites my neck. The loss of him is disappointing, but I love to feel the way he claims me by spurting his seed all over me. When he finishes, he pulls away quickly and scowls.

  “What?” I demand, my heart stammering in my chest.

  He sits on his haunches between my spread legs and runs his fingers through his messy hair, pulling at it. His cock drips with cum and if he wasn’t acting so strangely, I’d offer to lick it clean. Fiery green eyes meet mine as he smears his cum all over my stomach with his palm and then over each of my breasts.

  “This,” he says coldly, “is not okay.”

  I stiffen at his words, hating the way my eyes burn with emotion. “Why not? It felt good.”

  His jaw clenches as he rakes his gaze over the mess he made. “Not the sex, Winter. The unprotected part of it.”

  Oh.

  Ohhh.

  Shit.

  “I can’t get pregnant,” I choke out. “I’m going to college.”

  “You felt so fucking good,” he growls. “It took everything in me to pull out. Another second and…” he trails off, his gaze hardening. “I should have wrapped my dick up.”

  “I’m sorry,” I mutter.

  His glare is murderous. “You’re sorry? Baby, I’m the idiot here. I shouldn’t have done that.”

  My body relaxes and I let out a breath of air. “Jesus, August!” I bark out. “You scared the hell out of me. I thought you regretted…us.”

  He slides off the bed and grabs my hips. Yanking me to the edge, he shakes his head slowly. “I regret almost fucking up your future. But I certainly don’t regret fucking you.”

  His cock, still wet from his climax, slides between my pussy lips against my clit, but he doesn’t enter my body. When I try to squirm to urge him in, he laughs and pulls away. He grips his dick and slaps my pussy in an annoyingly teasing way.