Winter's Heart (13 page)

“Exquisite,” he breathed, drawing a circle around her taut nipple. Her breath shuddered out of her and she started to tremble in earnest. Licking his lip, he bent his head and took her nipple into the heat of his mouth and a low groan came from the back of her throat at the delicious contact. He sucked the hard nub deeper into his mouth, pulling the blood to the surface and making her ache in divine agony.

Her fingers curled into his hair, holding his head in place as he ravaged her breast. As he tormented her breast, her nipple, his hands were moving down her body to her pants. Distantly, she was aware of him unwrapping her, unfastening her pants and dragging the zipper down, but it didn’t register. Until he slid a finger along her swollen
sex and she nearly screamed.

“
Shhh,” he breathed against her breast. Tilting his head up, he met her eyes as he used his teeth to pull the other cup of her bra off her breast. As he slowly moved his finger against her, as he continued holding her eyes, he took the tip of her other breast into his mouth and pulled. Her eyes rolled back into her head as pleasure swamped her body and she wanted him to tear her clothes off and just fuck her.

Pulling his hand from her pants, he painted her nipple with her own wetness and she would have been embarrassed except for the way he looked at her. The hunger in his eyes burned bright enough that she could see it in the dim theater. As an explosion on screen lit up the room, lit Winter, she saw that his entire body radiated hunger and heat. She would give him everything.

He gathered moisture several times and painted both breasts before he delved between her thighs one last time and then slid his fingers between her lips. “Taste yourself.”

Her feminine musk was strong but it couldn’t completely hide the taste of Winter as she sucked his fingers clean and held his eyes. His chest bellowed with each panted breath he took as he watched, his erection pulsing against the front of his pants. Pulling his fingers from her mouth, he growled, “Enough.”

And then his lips were back at her breasts, sucking, licking, devouring. Her hips rode up, desperate for the friction that would bring her release. “Please, Winter.”

“Oh, God,” he groaned against her damp breast. “Say my name again.”

“Winter,” she breathed.

In a frenzy of movement, his hands were at her waist, pushing her pants further down her hips but not any further. Shoving a hand between her thighs, he slid a finger, two fingers into her heated depths. “My God, you are so tight.”

A little whimper squeaked past her tight throat as she felt the touch of a man’s hand inside of her for the very first time. Why had she waited to feel this unimaginable pleasure? Probably because none of the boys in her life had been Winter. Her hips rocked with him as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of her body. Her breath caught as he worked a third finger into her and she felt as if he was going to tear her apart. “It’s going to take three months just to stretch you out enough to accommodate me. You’re as tight as a fucking virgin.”

Before she could say anything, he claimed her lips in a savage kiss, as if he couldn’t get enough of her and he wanted to inhale her. It went on like that for hours, days, weeks, as he tortured her, bringing her to the edge and backing off until there was an explosion on screen and he pushed her over and she knew it was to cover her cries as she came. Thank God there were a ton of explosions.

♥~♥~♥

As the credits started to roll, Winter rolled off of her delectable body. Against his fervent desires to keep her nearly naked, he straightened her bra and then pulled her shirt back down to cover flesh that was meant to always be seen. His cock was going to kill him but it had been worth it. She had been so responsive to everything he did to her and he could hardly wait three months to fuck her in earnest. But she had been so tight, almost too tight, and he knew she needed the time to grow accustomed to his size.

“I would have let you slide all the way home,” she grumbled adorably as she straightened the rest of her clothes.

“I know,” he grinned, affixing the ridiculous beard to his face once again. “But as I said before, you’re not ready for that.”

She shook her head but he could still see the smile she tried to hide, “You have amazing self-control.”

“And right now I wish I didn’t,” he said without a trace of shame as he adjusted the erection that was pressing against the front of his pants. Hissing, he swore, “Damn, that hurts.”

Her eyes dropped to his lap and her tongue darted out and moistened her lips and he could swear his dick almost exploded. “Do… do you want me to take care of that?”

God, more than anything. With a smile that almost hurt, he shook his head, “It’s too much for you at the moment.” At her wounded expression, he sheepishly admitted, “And I don’t want to embarrass myself. If you touch me, I will explode all over this theater and there will be spunk everywhere.”

His words made her giggle, which he knew they would, and he felt a million miles tall. But he was going to have to make a stop in the men’s room because there was no way in hell he was going to be able to sit between her luscious thighs and have any hope of driving responsibly.

What was it about Flynn Rogers that appealed to him so much? Sure, she was pretty but he had known tons of beautiful women, women whose sole job was to be beautiful. Flynn smiled at him and he felt as if he had flown to the moon, swam the English Channel and won Mr. Universe. How did that happen?
When
did it happen?

Easing out of the seats, careful not to bump his cock too much, he draped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her against his body where she belonged. It was as if she was made for him and he liked having her next to him. When they got to the bathrooms, he didn’t want to let go but he really had no choice. Dropping a quick kiss to her forehead, knowing that if he kissed her lips he wouldn’t be able to stop, he murmured, “Give me five minutes.”

Her eyes sparkled as she fought not to laugh, which only made him want to laugh and Jesus Christ he had it bad. With a rueful smile, he stalked into the bathroom and into one of the stalls. He tried to shut the stall door but a delicate hand stopped him and before he could put two thoughts together, the little minx was in the stall with him, blushing to the roots of her hair. If he were to strip her naked, he was pretty sure she’d be red all the way to her toes.

“What are you doing in here?” he asked in a rough whisper, even though he had a fairly good idea. Instead of answering, she was tugging at his pants and every time the material rubbed against his aching dick, he thought he was going to blow his load. Grabbing her wrists, he rasped, “Gently, babe. I’m teetering on the edge and you’re pushing me right over.”

Her eyes widened in alarm and her lips parted but he stopped her apology with a quick kiss. And then he quickly released his erection the rest of the way before she could touch him and light him up like a volcano. “We have to be quick.”

She gave him a siren’s smile as she tentatively reached out and ran a finger along the thick vein of his penis. He hissed in pleasure and she stopped immediately, making him want to weep. Softly, she asked, “What do you want me to do?”

Her pink tongue darted out again and her eyes dropped down as a drop of pre-come oozed down the slope of his dick. “Anything. Just do it fast.”

She looked around as if to see if anyone was watching even though they were alone in the bathroom, alone in the stall, and then she fell to her knees until she was eye level with his dick. Not wanting it to be over too soon, he grabbed his cock and squeezed to keep from coming. As if following some unspoken instructions, she wrapped her hands around his penis and gulped, looking up at him with wide eyes, “You’ll have to tell me if I’m doing this right.”

Fuck, he just about came! As it stood, he wasn’t going to last very long at all. Unable to speak, he made some inarticulate sound and she grinned up at him before opening her mouth and sliding her lips over the head of his aching erection. His hand shot out and slammed against the wall of the stall as pleasure flooded his brain, his body, his balls. Wet heat moved over his dick and he was gone. Three fucking licks and he was done.

“FUCK!” he roared as come spewed from his body, spilling down her throat, splashing her face, splattering on her shirt. Grabbing his dick again, he squeezed it to make it stop but he kept going under. Her nervous giggle nearly brought him to his knees and when he opened his eyes and saw his spunk all over her beautiful face, he did go down, plopping unceremoniously onto the toilet. An aftershock of pleasure rippled through him and a final drop of spunk oozed out. “Jesus Christ, woman, what did you do to me?”

She used her hand to wipe the mess from her face, wearing a baffled yet oddly pleased expression. Glancing around the stall, she grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned up his mess the best she could, dropping the used tissue into the toilet. With a look of concern, she gently wiped the mess from his spent penis, placing a tender kiss on its tip before tucking it back in his pants. Sitting back on her heels, she looked up at him with a teasing half-smile, “I take it that was good?”

Grabbing her beneath her armpits, he hauled her to her feet and smashed his mouth against hers, needing to kiss her as if his very life depended upon it. The sound of the toilet flushing automatically jolted him out of his lust-induced madness and he tore himself away from her, realizing that they were standing in the men’s restroom. Even he was disgusted at the thought of what he would have done if he had kept going.

Resting his forehead against hers, he sucked in painful breaths of air to calm his body and try to regain some sense of balance. “Sorry about the mess.”

Her delightful little giggle washed over him and she murmured, “It’s a few drops of sperm, not a big deal. If it were coffee or chocolate then we might have a problem because those things stain like nobody’s business and I really like this shirt.”

He huffed out an unexpected laugh, utterly captivated by the mad woman in his arms. “We should go before someone comes in here needing to use the bathroom.”

“Or management comes in and kicks us out,” she added. Touching his fake hair, she twinkled up at him. “At least you’re wearing a disguise. If it gets out that I hang out in men’s bathrooms, I’ll never be able to show my face in public again.”

Throwing his arm around her shoulders because he needed to hold her close, he swung the door open and swaggered out as if he had every right to be in there with a gorgeous girl on his arm. The one guy standing at the urinal jumped and tried to cover his junk but the man needn’t have bothered since Flynn never once tore her gaze away from his face. Her hand rested over his heart and in that moment he wished he had never gotten involved with Missy because he wanted to take Flynn out on a real date.

Of course, if he hadn’t gotten involved with Missy, then he wouldn’t have a relationship with the coolest kid on the planet and… he wouldn’t have met Flynn. As they exited the bathroom, they were given a few odd looks but they brazened it out, strolling through the lobby as if they owned it. Flynn shook with silent laughter and her face was beet red and he wanted to proclaim to the world that she was his.

Soon.

But how in the world was he ever going to last three months before he took her to his bed? Well, as they had proven in the movie theater and the bathroom, there were other ways to achieve orgasm, just none that were quite as pleasurable as full on fucking.
He was certain that they would come closer and closer to home base every time they got together until the inevitable happened and he buried himself in the depths of her tempting body.

He couldn’t wait.

Flynn was still flying high from her date with Winter nearly a week later as she drove to the chaos that was the airport to pick up her father and oldest brother. It had surprised her how much cum
had shot out of Winter’s penis that day in the men’s room but then again they
had
spent two hours making out in the movie theater. When she had gotten home afterwards, she had taken off her clothes and gotten into the shower, though she hadn’t wanted to do either. She cleaned herself up, noticing that her breasts were still swollen and tender and they each sported several hickeys. Afterwards, she threw her clothes in the wash and ran a load and within too short of a time, she no longer smelled like sex and Winter.

Though technically they didn’t go all the way and she was still a virgin, she knew her sister would sniff the truth out immediately if she had stayed in her soiled clothes. She wasn’t ready to discuss Winter with anyone, especially her sister and best friend. It was a dirty, little secret but it was
her
dirty, little secret and she planned on holding it close to her heart for as long as possible.

It didn’t hurt that Fallon and Harry’s date went exceptionally well. At least, Flynn assumed it did since Fallon came stumbling in at nearly four in the morning and the next day she wore a loopy smile. She swore they didn’t do anything more than talk but Flynn noticed Fallon had a pretty impressive hickey on the side of her neck.

Of course, the week had been long and drawn out because Winter had had to cancel their plans for the weekend. He had gotten a last minute call to re-film several parts of his latest movie because there was a problem with the tape or the director re-wrote a part or something. However, Winter was going to be returning that night and tomorrow she was going to be meeting him at his estate nearly four hours away. Her dad and brother were going to take the necessary measurements and discuss the pirate ship with Winter while her sister was going to tag along for moral support and to meet Winter. But mostly to meet Winter.

When she pulled into the pick-up and drop off lane, she immediately spotted her dad and brother, who easily towered over nearly everyone else there since they were both close to six and a half feet tall. Unable to resist, she put the car into park and hopped out, giving her dad a monster hug, “Daddy! It’s so good to see you.”

“You, too, Peanut,” he said gruffly, picking her up and squeezing the breath from her body.

“Is there a hug for me?” Jeff boomed in his deep voice. With a grin, she threw herself into his arms next, hugging him close.

“I’ve missed you and Pickles,” her dad said. “Where is Fallon anyway?”

“She wanted to be here,” she said, looping her arm through his as they walked to the back of the car and popped open the trunk. As her dad and Jeff threw their bags in, she continued, “But they’re filming the commercial today.”

They all chuckled as Jeff squeezed into the backseat, her dad squeezed into the front seat and Flynn slid behind the wheel. “Seatbelts on and we’ll be on our way.”

“Just drive carefully,” her dad ground out, his knuckles already white from holding on so tightly to the door handle. He hated being a passenger in a car but he especially hated being a passenger in his children’s cars. At least it was her driving and not Fallon otherwise he might have followed them home in a taxi.

“I will,” she promised, merging into the outbound traffic.

“I can’t believe you’ve met Melissa Irish,” Jeff said, leaning forward so he was sitting between the two front seats. “Is she as hot as she is in the movies?”

“She’s beautiful,” Flynn confirmed with an easy smile, even though Jeff was taking up the entire rearview mirror. “But tiny. You could hold her in the palm of your hand and have space to spare.”

“
Grr,” he grinned. “I like tiny women.”

“She’s way, way too tiny for you,” Flynn teased, though she was deadly serious. Her extra-large brother would crush the living daylights out of the petite Melissa. “Besides, you’re married.”

“Oh, that’s right,” he said in mock disappointment even though Flynn knew he was madly in love with his wife of nearly twelve years. Leaning back in the seat, still taking up too much of the rearview mirror, he grinned, “Lizzie would castrate me if I looked at another woman.”

“I don’t think she’d castrate you if you
looked
,” Flynn said, since Lizzie was the most easy-going woman in the world. “But I do think she’d castrate you if you touched, and with justified reason.”

A shudder worked its way through his big body and he grimaced. “Luckily, I have no desire to touch.”

“Good boy,” their dad grunted, the whites of his eyes showing as he watched the road in front of them, not so much as blinking.

Flynn exchanged a knowing look with her brother in the mirror and they both grinned.

“So, tonight Fallon and I are taking you out to dinner but we have to get home early because we have a drive ahead of us tomorrow,” Flynn explained, ignoring the pained groan coming from her father. “Winter’s estate is about three or four hours north of here and that’s where you'll be building the pirate ship.”

“So when we fly back with the crew we should fly into a regional airport?” her dad asked.

“Um.” She hadn’t even thought about it and realized she had a lot more work to do, and she already had a ton of stuff on her plate. “Yeah, I’ll discuss it with Winter to see if that will work best.”

“Ooh, look at my baby sister,” Jeff taunted from the backseat. “On a first name basis with celebrities and whatnot. Next thing you know, you’ll be wanting to be an actress, too.”

“Goodness gracious no,” she denied quickly, vehemently. She had no desire to put herself through that kind of agony. Dating an actor was hard enough, and they weren’t even dating.

“Peanut, if you’re going to insist on talking, why don’t you pull over and let me drive,” her dad groaned from the passenger’s seat.

“I’ll be quiet the rest of the way,” she said, glancing at him out of the corner of her eyes and seeing how pale he was. He really, really hated riding shotgun. “Promise.”

♥~♥~♥

Taking pity on their dad and brother, Flynn and Fallon let their dad drive and Jeff sit in the passenger’s seat. It worked out well because they had climbed into the car at the crack ass of dawn and being in the back allowed the girls to sleep. It had only taken her dad an hour before he asked for the GPS service on Flynn’s tablet. Between road construction and traffic and getting lost once or twice, they made the three and a half hour trip in just under six hours.

It gave her a little extra time to mentally prepare herself to face Winter after their hot-blooded non-date at the movie theater. She had to remind herself to rein in her smile when she saw him and to not be offended if he treated her as nothing more than a party planner. Because that was all she was supposed to be.

“Why are you so nervous, Flynn?” her too-perceptive sister asked as they climbed out of the car.

“I’m introducing my client to our father and brother,” she said wryly, arching an eyebrow and making Fallon laugh. “I’m afraid the two Rogers men are going to scare the living daylights out of poor Winter and he’ll balk on having them build the pirate ship and dad’s heart will be broken.”

“You’re so full of shit,” Fallon guffawed.

Flynn looped her arm through Fallon’s and they walked up the beautifully landscaped yard to the front door. Despite being monstrously huge, the house looked warm and inviting, with earthy tones and lots of windows. It was almost the complete opposite of the house in Beverly Hills, where everything was white and pristine and too perfectly in place. Flynn found that this house was a much better match for Winter and she was looking forward to seeing the rest of the estate.

When they knocked, the door was opened by a distinguished looking man dressed in a sharp suit. “Greetings,” the man said in a warm tenor. “You must be the Rogers. I’m Stills, the butler here, and Mr. Mitchell has asked me to get you settled. This way.”

Fallon and Flynn exchanged a look and had to bite back their matching smiles as they followed the butler into the beautiful house. The entry was as impressive as the exterior and very open, allowing guests to see into the large
sun room, the elegant dining room and the gorgeous living room through soaring archways. A grand staircase led to the second floor, where Flynn assumed the bedrooms were located.

“Mr. Mitchell had some business to take care of but he will be here shortly,” the man continued, leading them into a comfortable den area that had an incredible view of the magnificent yard. There was a large open area where the ship could be built, a beautiful pool that looked as if it could have sprung up naturally with a waterfall and everything, as well as a large grove of trees. Further back, barely visible from where she sat, was a small stream that could possibly lead to a small lake.

Flynn could imagine setting up a tent on the side of the house so the entire party would be able to walk back together to see the pirate ship for the first time. There would be staff on duty to keep an eye on the tots as the adults mingled and it was going to be an amazing event. She saw that her dad was also salivating with all sorts of possibilities. Even Jeff looked impressed.

“Is there anything I can get you or do you wish to get started?”
Stills asked unobtrusively.

“Well, there’s no time like the present,” her dad said, never taking his eyes off the backyard. Digging out a few of his tools as Jeff brought out his sketchpad and some pencils, he smiled, “Lead the way.”

“Very good, sir,” the butler said with a slight smile.

“Wait,” Fallon called out. When the trio paused, she rushed forward and handed Stills the cooler she had brought with. “Can you make sure this gets into the fridge?”

“No problem,” he assured her, taking the bag and leading the men out.

Flynn and Fallon plopped down onto the nearest couch, giggling together at the fact that they were sitting in Winter Mitchell’s home. Flinging her arms back, Fallon laughed, “Things are finally looking up for us,
Flynnie, and it’s all thanks to you.”

“I think you mean it’s all thanks to Diane,” Flynn corrected, leaning back in the comfortable seat and staring up at the ceiling that soared over her head. “If she hadn’t been desperate, we wouldn’t be here now.”

“Then thank God for desperation,” Fallon laughed.

“What’s this about desperation?” Winter’s voice preceded him into the room, giving Flynn a chance to compose herself so she wouldn’t give their secret away. He walked in with a large grin on his face, looking handsomer than any man had a right to look, but he froze in the archway as he looked from Flynn to Fallon and back. Blinking his eyes, he shook his head before swallowing several times.

“Oh my God!” Flynn cried out, breaking the spell he was under. When he stared at her with a blank expression, she stood up and walked over to him, any hope of keeping a serene expression gone in a flash as amusement burbled within her. “You
went
there! You totally went there!”

“I didn’t,” he protested weakly.

“You so did,” she snorted, unnaturally happy to be back in his presence. She hadn’t realized how much she had missed seeing him and she sucked in a quick breath to keep from throwing herself at him.

A dull flush crept up his cheeks as he offered a sheepish smile and took her hands in his. Sensation shot up her arms but she didn’t pull away as he admitted, “Of course I went there but only for a moment, I swear. I mean, look at the two of you. What red-blooded male wouldn’t go there?”

Flynn was aware of Fallon staring at the two of them, watching the exchange with interest but Flynn didn’t care. Her lips curved into a wicked smile as she squeezed his hands since she couldn’t say what she wanted to say and she definitely couldn’t do what she wanted to do. Shaking her head, she sighed melodramatically, “And here I had such high hopes for you.”

“Ah, you wound me,” he grinned, his eyes hot as he looked at her, as he drank in the sight of her. Before she could appreciate the heat of his body, the scent of his skin, he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed her fingers and melted her brain. “Let me make it up to you. Give me a quest to undertake and I will do it, just so I can return to your good graces.”