“What, and have the red lights chasing after me. No thanks.” Viper went to sit on the couch and came to a stop. Turning around in a circle, he noticed all the changes. Winter stood there silently, she had completely redecorated her home. The stiff formal living room furniture had been donated to charity and a large overstuffed tan sofa had replaced it. All the flowery prints were gone; they were instead replaced with neutral colors with hints of coral and turquoise. The hard wood floors had been covered in thick lush carpet and panels of white sheers fluttered in the early evening breeze.
Redecorating the house had given her something to occupy her mind and time the last few months, but more importantly, it had allowed her to erase all the memories of Viper being in her home. The memories of them sitting on the couch or having dinner at the table had been wiped clean with the precision of a surgeon using a scalpel. Now he was back inside her house, wearing sexy leather pants and a Harley t-shirt, stamping his presence in her memory with her new things.
He had to leave because she could not afford to redecorate again.
“What in the hell did you do to your house?”
“I redecorated.” Viper had not cared for the flowery furniture that Winter’s mother had obviously picked, but this was the complete opposite. Anything homey had been removed, all the personal touches, all the knick-knacks that she loved to collect, several of which he had bought her himself. It looked like it came out of a decorating magazine. Anyone could live here, no personal photographs of her growing up with her parents, or even the picture of her at an award banquet with him. That was when it hit him. She had cut anything that hurt her out of her life. She had made a sanctuary for herself. Viper felt his gut clench.
“I can fucking see that.” That wasn’t all he was seeing. He became aware that she was standing there in blue jean shorts that barely covered her curvy ass he hadn’t been aware she had, and a pink top that showed her midriff that was toned and flat.
“I can understand you trashing my picture but Sue’s also, why?”
“Don’t you dare mention my mother. You are not allowed to have her name in your lying mouth.” Winter lost it. “Get out now.” She went to him and began shoving him toward the door. Viper didn’t move, instead taking her arms and pulling her towards him. Her shrieks of anger were going to draw every nosy neighbor in the neighborhood. Viper lowered his head and caught her mouth with his in an attempt to shut her up. It was as if lightning struck his balls, her mouth was open and sweet tasting like the strawberries and cream gum she loved to chew. Viper had made sure never to kiss her open mouthed while they had been seeing each other, but he gave himself leeway now that she knew exactly who he was. He kissed her, no holds barred, as her struggles ceased, letting him kiss her as she lay limply against his chest.
Winter felt overwhelmed as Viper kissed her as she had fantasied of him doing. Passionately and without restraint, his tongue explored her mouth, releasing her hands while his hand gripped her jaw, tilting her head to the side so that he could deepen the kiss. Winter tried to take a step back and break contact, but his other hand grabbed her ass, pulling her into his body. His fingers splayed out until they lay against the bottom flesh of her ass to hold her in place.
Fire raced through her as her bare belly came into contact with his cock behind his leather pants. He tightened his grip on her ass, fitting her snug against him. Winter moaned into his mouth as she felt him swell…
“Humph….” The clearing throat had her tearing out of Viper’s arms.
Before she could make explanations the Sheriff spoke. “I had a report of an intruder entering your home.”
“He was getting ready to enter something,” the deputy at his side said crudely.
“That was uncalled for,” Winter snapped, angry enough at herself without some jackass of a deputy making her feel worse.
The Sheriff frowned at his deputy. “Yes it was Deputy Moore. Apologize and wait in the car.” The Sheriff’s commanding tone left the deputy no choice but to do what he was told.
The deputy apologized, leaving without another word when Viper glared at the smug bastard.
“Sorry Winter, Viper. Mayor’s nephew, I am stuck with him until I can get enough write ups to fire his ass; this incident will go into my file. Now back to why I was called, what’s going on?”
“I told Viper not to come in and he forced his way in.”
The Sheriff’s brow rose. “That true, Viper?”
He shrugged. “Yes.”
“You want to press charges?” He turned back to Winter.
“Yes,” Winter answered.