Chapter Eleven
Hollywood
W hat the fuck am I supposed to do about her tears? I wasn’t the sensitive kind of guy. I wasn’t the guy women called on when they needed a shoulder to cry on or a listening ear. I was the guy they called for a good time, a hard fuck, and a cold beer. But there I was, watching Winter pretend as if she wasn’t over there—only three hundred feet away—crying.
She was pissed off and scared shitless, I knew that, but the stubborn woman didn’t realize that she didn’t need to know everything. I wasn’t trying to hide shit from her but knowing everything was often just a fucking burden.
I understood what she was feeling now that she’d explained it and honestly, it made me want to kick Winston’s ass myself. He hadn’t been the man she needed during the years she really needed him and now, he was at risk trying to make it right. I crossed the distance between us and laid both of my hands on her delicate shoulders. “Come on, let’s head back.”
She nodded silently, keeping her back to me for a little while longer. Eventually she got her emotions under control, at least enough that she turned to me and offered a smile that only highlighted the sadness that swam in her eyes. “Let’s go,” she said after a long moment and walked towards the bike.
I pushed the bike hard, speeding on the highway because that’s what helped me when I was in a shitty mood. There was a point on the road when you went so fast that it felt as if you were flying. That feeling was amazing, it felt like it should defy the fucking laws of gravity, and it never failed to make me just a little bit better. It was the last thing I did before I had to turn myself into prison and it was the first thing I did when the shit with the Santangelos was over.
Winter seemed to appreciate it, gripping me tight with her body molded to mine. Slowly, with each mile we passed, her body relaxed, and her arms left my body. When I glanced in the mirror, I could help but smile at how beautiful she looked—even in my bulky helmet—with her head tilted back as her hands wrapped around the passenger grips. She was as free as a person could be on the back of a motorcycle.
That smile stayed with me all the way home, but the moment the engine died, and we were alone in the silence of the rental, the tension returned. “Thanks for the ride,” she mumbled and took off for her room.
“You can’t sulk about this shit forever, Winter. It’s done and unless you have a fucking time machine, you have to deal with it later and focus on right now.”
She snorted. “Right now? You mean here in the present where I might lose my dad? Again!”
I rolled my eyes, which made her growl angrily. “Yeah, what a fucking asshole he is for trying to make it up to you that he was a hurting and shitty father to you after the love of his fucking life died. How dare he?”
“Shut the fuck up, Hollywood!”
“No, you shut the fuck up Winter. He tried to make it up to you, to give you an easier life than you had and in doing so, put his life and yours in danger.”
“You don’t know shit and neither does he! I never asked for an easier life, hell I probably wouldn’t recognize an easy life if it jumped up and bit me on the ass. What I wanted, the only thing I ever wanted was my dad, not money, so don’t tell me this is for me or about me. This is about him and his guilt.”
I opened my mouth to say something in defense of Winston, but she held up a hand just inches from my face.
“No. Don’t say anything else, but you don’t fucking know. You might be his friend, but you weren’t there, not always. He told you the good things, that he was doing fine and making it through each day. Know how I know that? Because I was the one who bought stamps and mailed those letters to you!”
Shit.
“Yeah. Just like I bought groceries, made my own meals, and forged his signature for field trips and report cards. So unless this is Powerball money, it won’t ever make up for feeling completely fucking alone so again, shut the hell up.”
In that moment I was struck by two things. The first was just how beautiful she looked while she was fiery and angry and tell me to shut the fuck up. The second was that I couldn’t resist her any longer. There were plenty of reasons I should, bad timing and her being my best friend’s daughter were at the top of the list, but with her face flushed from anger and her chest heaving from the heated argument, she was impossible to resist.
My dick was hard and aching as I closed the distance between us.
Wisely, Winter took a step back which took her up the stairs. “Don’t think you can use your size to intimidate you.”
“I would never do that,” I told her as I continued to advance until we were face to face on the stairs. “I don’t think much intimidates you, Winter.”
“Maybe not, but in my experience, it’s never stopped men from trying.”
“Damn,” I laughed. “I shouldn’t be turned on by that smart mouth of yours, but I am.”
She gasped in shock.
“Yeah, I know. Now, shut up Winter.” Before she could tell me where to shove my shut up , I slammed my mouth down over hers and kissed the fuck out of her. I kissed her until I was breathless and my skin was slick with sweat. I kissed her as her hands clenched the fabric of my t-shirt, pulling me closer and pushing me away, so confused by this heat and this passion she didn’t know if she was coming or going.
Good, that’s exactly how I felt too.
And it wasn’t enough. I needed more. “Winter,” I began but I didn’t know what the fuck to say.
“Yes,” she answered the question I didn’t ask and put her lips to mine again, teasing me as she jumped up and wrapped her legs around me.
My hands went to her ass, gripping the soft flesh, kneading it as I carried her to my bedroom. The bed was just a few feet away, but I needed to see her, to touch her skin to taste her all over. She moaned into my mouth, and it turned to a whine when I set her on her feet. “Need. To. See. You.” I tore at her clothes like a man possessed, ripping them to shreds until she stood before me in nothing but a dark blue thong. “Fuck, Winter.”
A blush stained her cheeks but she didn’t play games, didn’t pretend to be coy while I looked her over, enjoying the sight of her body, tight and supple, curves for days and clearly aroused.
“You’re gorgeous as fuck.” The compliment came out on an angry growl, but it was the truth. Her nipples were a dusty shade of pink, hard and puckered. Her skin was sun-kissed which only highlighted the exaggerated curve of her hips and waist. The smallest sliver of light drew my attention to the strip of hair that gave way to plump, glistening lips.
One palm skated over her hard nipple and then the other. She shivered at my touch and let out the smallest, sexiest fucking gasp. I kissed her lush mouth again because right now, in this moment she was all mine. The kiss was hot and hungry as we tumbled to the mattress and when I pulled back, I smiled. “I need to fuck you now.”
“Yes, please,” she purred around a sleepy, sexy smile.
That was all I needed to hear to explore her body with my lips and tongue. The curve of her shoulder. The swell of her tits. The slope of her waist. One hip bone and then the other. The back of her knees. Her ankles.
Winter vibrated with need, gasping and tugging my hair before I even got close to her pussy. I kissed the inside of her thighs and licked the crease of her thigh, and she bucked up. “Fuck!”
My tongue was flat as it lapped at her plump pussy and flicked against her clit, eating at her hungrily while she writhed and moaned her pleasure. Her hands tangled in my hair, tightening and loosening with every move I made.
Her legs quivered with the strain of reaching for her pleasure and I placed a long, smacking kiss to her clit. “Oh fuck, Hollywood! Yes!” She came apart hard and fast, riding my face through the orgasm.
It was so fucking hot that my cock leaked, desperate to get in on the action. She dug her heels into my shoulder blades and pumped her hips as if she never wanted to stop fucking my mouth. I smiled against her pussy and sucked her clit one final time, which sent her flying up again before she collapsed on the bed. “Vanilla and sweet cunt.”
She gasped and pushed up on her elbows to look at me, eyes glazed over with desire. “That is oddly hot. And sweet.” She shuddered when I flicked the tip of my tongue against her sensitive clit. “You’re so good with your mouth. I bet you’re even better with your cock.”
I jumped to my feet and undressed quickly.
“Holy fuck,” she moaned. “That is one big… beautiful cock.”
He twitched at her words as if he understood. “Too big?” She wouldn’t be the first woman to find out bigger wasn’t always better.
“Only one way to find out.” She laid back and opened her legs, playing with her pussy.
“That’s mine,” I told her and knelt on the bed, shoving her hand away from that slick, pink pussy. I slid one finger deep and pumped slowly. “You’re already so fucking wet.”
“I can still feel your tongue on my pussy,” she admitted, her gaze focused on my face. “More,” she begged.
I added another finger and groaned at the way she pulsed around me. “Winter.”
“Fuck me now, please.”
“Yes,” I grunted like a wild animal and spread her thighs wide until my cock was perched at her leaking entrance. I did the familiar rocking motion until my cock was coated in her juices before I slid deep. “Fuck. Babe. So tight.” I gripped her ass with one hand and one of her beautiful tits with the other as I slowly fucked her until she was used to my size.
“Yes,” she cried out when I pinched her nipple. She shouted even louder when I squeezed her tits, left them red with my handprint while my cock pounded harder and deeper, hitting her in the spot that sent a rush of moisture between us, the friction so fucking insane my eyes slammed shut. “Oh my god!”
She was already close to the edge. Her pussy pulsed hard around my cock and then she exploded, my name on her lips as she cried out her pleasure, coming hard and fast. It was so good, the way she gripped my cock, and I fucked her even harder, releasing her tit and putting that nipple in my mouth as I fucked her and grunted my pleasure as I buried myself as deep as I could go. Another orgasm started and that was all it took for me to fill her sweet cunt with my orgasm. “Winter.” Her name left my mouth on a breathless whisper as I kissed one hard nipple and then the other. I couldn’t stop touching and tasting her, my cock was still hard inside of her, which it shouldn’t have been. It was a sign that I would never be able to get enough of this woman.
Finally I made my way back to her mouth, the kiss was hard and hot, and I wanted her again.
Again. Already.
“Well,” she panted. “That’s one way to get me to shut up.”
And then I did something I never did when my cock was out. I laughed.