This Is Forever (8 page)

He was right. Whatever he had on his mind, it would wage war inside her. She wanted him, felt the insistent nudge of his morning hard on against the small of her back
, though he hadn’t said a word about it, gentleman that he was. But they did need to connect on a different level, right? After all, isn’t that how lasting relationships were fashioned.

On the other hand, everything was so
familiar, and right and it had been so long since she had felt right and in control…

“See? You’re doing it now and I didn’t even say anything. So answer my question.
How long till you absolutely have to get up?”

She turned her head slightly, her hair catching between their bodies. “
Oh. Sorry. Um, breakfast will be brought up at eleven fifteen.”

“Perfect.
An hour till then. Two options. One, we could have that nap, and I can hold you right here, just like this. You know I do enjoy this.”

“Or two?”

His tongue traced the bottom of her naked earlobe. He sucked it into his mouth, bit it softly and then let it go. “Or two, we could fool around a bit. I know two is a shot in the dark, but having you this close is killing me Nat, and if we are going to rekindle this, I want the first real make out session to be with Nat, not Lola. Like it should have been in the first place.”

At his words there was
a tightness in her chest. Gods, there wasn’t a day that didn’t go by that she regretted their first hook up. Lola was bravado and sexiness, something Natasha never was. When she moved from the north to Louisiana with her family, she decided that shy Natasha was not going to cut it, and let Lola out to play. Lola was the reason why she had the balls to approach Winter, and while she loved every second of it, and being that powerful, willful woman she always wanted to be, It always felt like she wasn’t desired for her. And here he was telling her he wanted the real her, not Lola, not the persona. She was getting her second chance.

She softened against him, as she felt the pads of his fingers trail circles on her stomach, as they stole under her
cami top and branded her with his lovely heat. She didn’t stop him when he went higher, the tips caressing the underside of her breast.

And she didn’t move away when he groaned, pulling her tighter,
his lips kissing her neck. She actually moved her head more to the side, a distinct invitation.

“Guess I know where this is going
…” he murmured. “Fuck I missed you baby.”

She turned, her lips meeting his in a soft stunning kiss and she flattened herself to the bed on her back,
Winter, still lying on his side, plundered her mouth as his hand roamed northward. And when his fingers finally closed on a tight little nipple, she threw all resistant to the wind.

Fuck it. Natasha wanted her lover back.

TEN

Winter went with it, almost cheered as she softened for him, all tension leaving her. Yes, she wanted it, and him. She still wanted him. He knew, however, even in his lust addled brain, that she would be pissed if he let it get too far. He had to play it just right, seduce and woo the woman he adored, make her boneless.

Above all, he wanted to see her panting, her mouth swollen from his kisses, her eyes heavy from contentment. And he knew just how to do it.
The one thing in this world he could do better then play bass was play Nat’s body, and he was going to show her just how much she really missed his attentions.

He kissed her, slow languorous movements of his lips and tongue. He savored her
, from her taste down to the softness of her lips. The kiss deepened, and he leaned in more, his tongue spearing into her mouth and then retreating.

The hand on her breast cupped the delicious weight, his fingers played with her nipple, pinching the already hardened peak.
She gasped into his mouth, not breaking the kiss, and he pinched harder. She squirmed under him, moaning.

He rubbed his thumb over the nipple once more, feeling the tremor run through her. She was always so
sensitive, so responsive here, but there were other places that would get her begging for him.

His mouth nipped at hers, and she lapped at his lips whenever they were in position. Her hand was twisting in the sheet between them, and her knuckles grazed his erection on every pass. He was sure she had no idea what she was doing, too lost in her own pleasure. If she did, she wouldn’t be teasing him so innocently, she would be grasping him, squeezing like he liked her to do. She wasn’t a selfish lover when it counted, but oh how he loved to see her like this, just a couple steps away from undone.

His hand left her breast, and he moved it slowly down the taut skin of her stomach dragging the calloused finger tips across the softness. Her muscles contracted and she giggled into his mouth.

He kept moving south, his fingers stealing under the lip of her boxer shorts. Her breath hitche
d as he kissed her hard, just as his fingers found her cleft, and slipped between her folds. Gods above, she was so wet and he had barely even touched her.

She moaned into his mouth as he delved deeper, both his hand between her thighs and his tongue in her mouth. She spar
red with him; her tongue petting his and her hips undulated, lifting for him ever so slightly.  She sucked on his tongue and he almost lost his shit, with the combination of her sultry kiss and her channel grasping the fingers he had inserted into it.

His cock twitched in his sleep pants, as if trying to remind him it was there, and it was not happy it wasn’t in the mix. He was going to maintain though, this little session was all about her.
  He thought back to their first connection, back in that closet, the first time he touched her. He thought he was in heaven then. Now he knew he was right, heaven was feeling this woman come apart, just for him.

He worked her
slowly; his fingers plunging into her sheath, the tips hooked just right hitting that little spot.  His thumb found her clit, pressed and rubbed tight circles in tune with what his fingers were doing. The dexterity of a bassist… She gasped and he broke the kiss.

“Ummm… that’s it baby. You feel so fucking good Nat; I can feel your honey running over my fingers already. I know your close, your
strangling my fingers, just like you used to do to my cock. Still so fucking tight and perfect. Come for me baby, you know I got you… come now Natasha, so I can taste you.”

“
Winter…” she moaned and arched for him. He watched her bit her lip and close her eyes, grinned as she gasped. She was so close and he knew, one more stimulant would send her over the edge.

“
Bet you still taste like apricots too. Fuck you know how I love apricots.” He growled the words to her and she sobbed, her body a tight string as she shattered, clawed at the bedding, her back bowing from the force of her orgasm.

He watched her come back to herself, felt the little pulses in her sheath as she relearned to breathe. He was calming himself as well. She clamped down on his fingers so hard, his cock almost shamed him. He barely kept himself from joining her in bliss, the force of her pleasure washed over him so keenly. His time marking pulsed, wishing to be used but he reined that in too. If he was going to use the energy to keep her coming for him, he wanted to be inside her when he did, so he could benefit from the expenditure. And he planned to. But now was not the time. She didn’t even know about his little addition, or that she was the main reason for it.

She purred under him and he smiled down to her. “Gods you come so fucking pretty.”

Through heavy lids her eyes tracked his lips, and he took the hint, and leaned down to kiss her.
She made a noise of protest when he pulled his fingers from her boxer shorts, thick with the evidence of his triumph. He slipped them between his lips tasting her, sucking her offering off the digits slowly so he could savor the taste of her.

“Better than apricots.”
He murmured and leaned down and kissed her again. She met his lips with her own, and the kiss grew wild. She rolled them, so he was on his back and she lying on top of him. His hard-on nestled between them. She bit her bottom lip again.

“You know just what I like.”

“Of course I do Nat, you’re mine. Always have been, always will be.”

She wiggled her hips, caressing the length of him with her body, the material between them thin, and he could feel the heat coming off her. “And him?” she asked, punctuating the question with a twist of her hips. She was obviously ready to go, but he was trying hard to stay true to his original plan.

“What do you think?”

She gave him a wry smile. “I think he will stand up for any bitch in heat.”

Winter rolled them and ground his pelvis into hers, earning a gasp and then a slight purr from her.  “You know he really only loves you.”

They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment and
Winter felt everything he had ever felt for her flood back. Gods, how the fuck did he ever let her go?

She broke the connection first, and nipped his bottom lip then laughed. “Ummm, baby I need you again.”

He leaned down to kiss her, and throw caution to the wind when there was a knock at the door. In tandem they both looked at the side clock and then groaned. Their play time was over, and work and duty called.

He rolled off her and threw his arm over his eyes, exposing his Time mark to the ceiling as it lived on the underside of his right bicep.

“This sucks.”

He laughed.
“Mouthful. And to think, you could have had a mouthful of me.”

She wacked him and rolled to her side. “
Be good. And what’s that?” she asked as she traced his mark with her finger.

“Tattoo.”
He said offhandedly and sat up, lowering his arm. The knock at the door was more insistent now.  He got up, tucked his still burgeoning hard-on and padded to the door to open it.  He signed for the cart, tipped the guy with a twenty he found floating in his messenger bag and closed the door behind a rather happy waiter.

When he went back to her, still sitting in bed, she had a very confused look on her face. He smiled. “You look like you ate a bunch of bad clams.”

She frowned and twitched her nose. “Gross. Mollusks.” She stretched, her pearled nipples pressing against the light fabric of her cami as she did and he reached down and adjusted himself in his pants. Sweet sin she was so fucking sexy.

“So? Breakfast is here,
you need a shower and I should go.”

She cocked her head and pouted and he laughed.

“Hey don’t you start, you told me you had a full day. I was perfectly content to be in bed with you all day and do dirty things to you.”

“It’s probably better we can’t. I wouldn’t be able to go on tonight. You have a habit of knocking me out.”

He laughed. “That’s because I know just how to. So?” he said as he went into the bathroom. He used some mouth wash, grabbed his jeans from the night before and slipped them on, and came back out to see Lola looking at her breakfast. He grabbed his shirt, slipped it over his head, found his socks and sneakers and was fully dressed seconds later. He moved up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist then bent to kissed her throat. “Miss me?”

“I will.
Text later?”

“Obviously.”
He kissed her again and bit down softly on the flesh between her neck and shoulder. She moaned. “Have a good day, and I’ll see you at the grounds tonight yeah?”

She nodded. “We leave tonight for Camden. You guys too?”

“Umm hmm. What hotel are you guys at?”

“No clue. I’ll ask Jerry when I get to the grounds.”

“We stay at the Four Seasons on Ben Frank in Philly. I’m sure you guys will be there too.”

“Either way we will meet up. I enjoyed last night a lot. I think I missed sleeping with you.”

“Just last night?” he asked and nibbled her throat.

“This morning was fucking awesome too. There your ego stroked?”

“Oh I got something you can stroke Nat, but that’s for later. Get your face on for the day, and I’ll see Lola at the grounds, but you… you I get back in Philly.”

He left then, sure if he didn’t
, he wouldn’t. He looked back, a parting shot of the woman he loved, all sleep tousled and messy wiggling her fingers at him. He grinned and closed the door and then moved off towards the elevator.

The night had worked out better than he had hoped, and the morning, well, the morning was fucking epic, except for the erection he was still sporting. But that was something he could take care of, and planned to.

He left the hotel and hopped a cab back to his room a few blocks uptown, making it quicker than he expected. He was through the lobby and up to his room in minutes and ensconced in his room with the shower running not fifteen minutes after he had left her. he was about the hop in the rain locker when Nyx walked in.

“Jesus don’t you knock!” he asked as he dove for a towel. Of course he had been walking around his room with a hard on.
It was his usual MO.

Nyx waved him away. “You, much like Rhys are old news in the
nekkid department. So? How was your night? It couldn’t have been that good, you look like you can hammer a nail through a board with that thing right about now.”

Winter
looked down and rolled his eyes. “Shall I hang the towel off it? Would that make you happy?”

“Unless it was a sodden towel, no.
Though something tells me you could. You guys back together yet? And Jesus what happened to your hair?”

Winter
shook his head and ignored her question. “What are you doing in here?”

She frowned. “I figured I would pack your room up, thinking you were
shacked up at NIGHT.”

“Ah. Well she had shit to do today.”

Nyx laughed. “So she kicked you out? And seriously what’s up with your hair?”

“No,” he rolled his eyes.
“Really Nyxie? Well as you can see I’m here and can pack my own shit up. So be gone, go mother someone else.”

“
Whatever. I’m going to meet Rhys and Saff for brunch. You want in?”

He shrugged.
“Why not. I’m free till then right?”

His phone toned, letting him know he had a text message. Curious, he went to answer it and almost choked.

Clearly Lola was back and being as fucking naughty as ever. He started at the picture, Lola standing in front of the mirror shirtless and braless, a coy smile on her face with her hand sliding down into her panties. The message under the picture had his cock begging him to go back to her and finish what they started this morning.

Your fingers feel so much better than mine do. But you know what I like better? Your tongue. You got work to do tonight. XO

He looked up to see Nyx with a quizzical look on her face. He smirked. “Last night was awesome. Gimmee fifteen minutes,” he looked down at the picture again and groaned. “Better make it twenty.” He turned from her towards the bathroom, letting the towel fall and texted her back a picture of his rampant cock.

He says he’s much better than my tongue. You owe him some attention. Have a good interview.

He heard Nyx laugh as he stepped into the shower, a grin plastered on his face. Yes, renewing this between him and Lola was going to be fun, and much more enjoyable then he had ever thought possible.