Unrequited(46)

Winter's lips pressed together, and then she blew out a stream of air. "I know, but she's clean. You're clearly not an alcoholic. In AA, the person in recovery has to make amends, and in Al-Anon, you have to learn how to accept that. I don't see how either of us can move beyond the past if we don't learn a little forgiveness."

I marveled at her capacity for forgiveness then. Would I have been so accepting if Winter had screwed, say, my cousin Callum and gotten pregnant with their baby? I don't think so. I think I would've been angry and turned her away.

Hadn't I still been judging my mom for everything she'd done while excusing my old man? Part of me did feel like she killed him. It wasn't rational. He killed himself through years of bad eating and refusing to ever see a doctor. That his wife had an affair with his brother hadn't killed him. It was fucking bad timing is what it was.

"You're pretty amazing, Winter." I reached over and cupped her head. She felt so fragile and delicate in my big hands. Her silky hair caught on my callouses, and her soft skin took on a very attractive reddish hue after I'd rubbed my stubble all over it.

I didn't want to hurt this tender girl in any way. I was beginning to realize how vital she was to my life. The urge to prove myself to her was becoming important. I lowered my head and sipped from her lips, sucking lightly and inhaling all the sweetness she so unselfishly offered. Behind me I heard the coughing of the waiter, but I ignored him because food wasn't remotely more interesting than kissing Winter.

Unfortunately she heard him and drew back. Her lips looked satisfyingly red, and her eyelids had a sleepy look to them. I hid a smirk and gave the waiter a short nod of gratitude for delivering our food.

"Anything else you need?"

"No." The sharp denial sent him on his way.

"I hope you're leaving a big tip for that guy," she whispered before shoving a big spoonful of potato soup into her mouth.

"Twenty percent," I said and then revised it immediately at her glare. "Thirty, I meant thirty percent."

"I'm surprised you didn't palm my boob when he took our order."

"Oh, you knew about that, did you?" I laughed.

"You were a little obvious. I'm pretty sure he was being nice, and there wasn't any need for you to exert your dominance."

"I could have peed on you. You should be admiring my restraint," I replied cutting into my steak.

She rolled her eyes. "If you ever pee on me, that's probably the last time we'll see each other."

"Noted. No golden showers for Winter."

She shuddered and then held up an index finger. "I forgot to tell you that I'm going to be apprenticing full time with Tucker now."

"Is that because of Ivy's situation?" I asked carefully.

She started to immediately deny it but then pushed her bowl away and turned toward me. "At first, I suppose it was, but I think it's something I've wanted to do for a while, and Ivy's situation just gave me the kick in the butt. And you, of course," she added as an afterthought.

"Of course," I replied dryly.

She was smiling as she started dipping torn pieces of bread into her soup. "Even though I should go home tonight, I guess it doesn't mean I can't fool around for an hour or so."

I lifted my arm. "Check, please."

•••

"You're beautiful, sweetness," I said. I'd managed to get us to the house in the Woodlands without getting pulled over, which was a good thing because Winter had her head in my lap and had done things with her mouth that were illegal in all fifty states and not just because we were in a vehicle.

I withdrew to the very tip and dug my right knee into the mattress so I could thrust into her harder. She arched her back and released a long, mewling cry of pleasure, letting me know I was hitting exactly the right spot.

"Oh, Finn. Right there."

My cock swelled in response. I shoved forward, trying to hit the exact spot while at the same time staving off my own desperate orgasm. The tight clutch of her pussy was making it hard to breathe or think or do anything but mindlessly pound into her.

"Come with me," I begged her. I slid a hand between the two of us and began to rub.

"Yes, yes," she chanted.

Sweat and desire clouded my vision as my whole body strained against the effort to explode inside her. She dragged her nails down my back, and that was it. Her abandon in bed drove me wild. What little control I had was shredded, and I let go.

I couldn't stop myself from coming. I shoved forward so hard her head nearly banged against the headboard, but she slammed her hands against the wooden frame and met each plunge of my cock with a thrust of her own hips. Hot seed flooded the condom, but I kept thrusting and rubbing her until her own body shook beneath mine.