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“I told her you’d be set for life,” I said, both of us rubbing on each other, “and I’d make all your dreams come true. You’ll dance and no doors will be closed to you ever again.”
“I love fucking you,” I told her. “There’s no struggle to connect in bed. No mystery with you.”
Sex was power. Degrading, filthy, mean, unclean power.
If my friends touched her like I touched Rika tonight, I’d kill them. Without pause.
and the doors slam. I darted my eyes to hers. “Don’t let me go,” I told her, breathing hard. “No matter what you hear or what they say, don’t let me go.”
clenched my teeth, holding my stomach. Winter. “Restraining order?” she repeated. “What?” Please no. Please don’t find out like this. Fuck. “How could you have sex with him, Winter?” her father shouted. “What were you thinking?”
“What?” she said to herself, still processing. I tried to move toward her. “Winter.” But I didn’t know what to say. Instead, I shouted at Kincaid who just stood there with his hands all over a nearly naked girl. “Get her some fucking clothes!” I told him.
“Winter, listen to me,” I said. “It’s not what you think.” “It’s Damon Torrance?” she asked the other men. “You didn’t know?” her father asked. “You didn’t know who this was?” And then he glared at me, baring his teeth as the full measure of what had happened between us sunk in. “What did you do?” “Winter, listen to me,” I pleaded.
“Winter, please.” I begged. “No more!” she put her hands over her ears, backing up into the wall. “Just die and leave me alone!” She raged, and the backs of my eyes burned, but I watched as she buried herself in Kincaid’s chest, shielding herself from me like I was going to hurt her. Like I was a monster. Just die and leave me alone.
when she was on that motorcycle. I’d changed her forever. I’d bent and twisted and broken everything that made her the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me.
“I just wanted to hold you,” he said. “One last time.”
His lips rested against my cheek, and I thought I felt his body shake with a silent sob.
“You were in love with me.”
“Winter, please don’t,”
Until…me?
“You taught me how to survive that day,”
ever really talked to me. “But I was still me, and I scared you that night, because that’s what I do,” he admitted, sounding like he hated himself. “Something amazing happened, though. You followed. You wanted to feel that edge, too, as long as you were at my side, and for a few incredible days, I felt…”
“Nothing was a lie,”
“Oh, you do?” Kai replied. “I‘d like to hear the plans you have for my wife.” “In good time.”
But God, Rika was right. I knew she was right. Nothing in my life had ever felt as good as Winter happy because of me.
“No chance at not becoming your fucking parents,” she replied.
I wanted her. I broke last night, because I didn’t want this. I just wanted that kid back who sat in my lap and drove my car. I made her happy. Me.
“Mr. Torrance is having the ‘stupid, gaudy, fucking fountain’ removed, he said.”
turns away and lets out a breath as he stares ahead. “I might kiss you again when we’re older,” he says. “Just so you know.”
walls were high enough to hide us. I loved him. I still loved him. Goddamn him.
was talking to Will and me. “No, man. She’s Damon’s.” “Damon Torrance’s?” Misha said it like he was spitting out food. Will tightened his hold. “I know, right?” “I’m not Damon’s.” I shook my head.
“This is how you knew me then.”
“As long as you’re Damon Torrance, I don’t care what you wear,” I told him.
“Now,” I breathed out. “I want you now, Damon.” He sucked in air between his teeth. “Say that again. With my name.” “I want you now, Damon.”
“Damon,” I whimpered, my chest caving again and again. “Say it again,” he growled. I gasped. “Damon.” “Who’s fucking you?” Oh, God, I was coming. “Damon Torrance,” I breathed out.
He fucked me, pressing me into the wall. “Mine,” he said against my lips. “Don’t ever leave my body.” His hand on my neck scaled down, squeezing my breast and running over my stomach, and came back up to my neck, holding me tight. “Don’t ever leave my body,” he chanted again. “I won’t,” I whispered. “Say you love me.” I swallowed, my throat so dry. “Say you love me,” he demanded. “I love you,” I told him, surprised by how easily it came. “I love you, Damon.”
how I knew, but then he answered, “A decaying snowflake.” I raised my eyebrows. A decaying… “Why?” I asked. “Because of Winter by Walter de la Mare,” he replied softly. “Something still beautiful, even after what I did to her.”
Stay in bed. I’ll be back for breakfast. Then after breakfast, we’ll eat. I snorted, realizing the breakfast he’d be back for was me. P.S. Your phone is on the nightstand.
Eh, she’d deal with it. I pulled the shirt off over my head and walked into the bedroom, tossing it on the floor. “I’m dirty and sweaty,” I said, kicking off my shoes, “but you’re just gonna have to roll with it.”
My heart pumped harder, and I bit the corner of my mouth to keep my nerves in fucking check.
crew, we tore down that fugly fountain and built the one I had designed and planned, working day and night for two days, so she’d find it and explore it and hopefully love it.
“Who’s your daddy?”
“Fuck you, baby. It was perfect last night. There were no problems.”
“Because I was afraid of life without the hope of you to look forward to.”
“It’s fine.” I relaxed into her, her arms still around me. “I could die happily right here.” “You’re not dying,” Winter argued. “You haven’t even told me you love me yet.”
I needed to think, she’d said. My dick was inside you four times last night. Now you needed to think? Really?
I gasped, but then Will’s mouth tore away from mine as he found my other breast, both of them sucking on a nipple.
sucked in short, desperate breaths, ready to explode, and then he stuck his tongue inside me, and I shuddered, crying out.
He gripped my hair as I licked and sucked, and I left no part of his smooth skin untouched. He started to pump his hips as he held my head, and I could feel myself getting wetter.
“I’ve never let women do that to me,” Damon said quietly, breaking the silence. “Do what?” “Put their mouths on me,” he replied. “Down there.” He didn’t let other women use their mouths on him?
He sucked in a breath and tightened his arms around me. “I love you,” he said.
“I love you,” he whispered over my lips again. I held his face in
“Your place is at my side,” I told her. “Say it.” She whispered, “My place is at your side.”
“My woman doesn’t ask permission. She’s a force. Say it louder.”
I pulled the mask back down, reached behind and squeezed her thigh, and then revved my engine, joining the others.
