Chapter Eighteen
Winter
I t was official. My heart, my mind and my body were addicted to Hollywood. The man. The biker. The protector. Whatever label you wanted to slap on him, I was addicted to it. He was the drug I didn’t know I needed, had no clue just how intoxicating his particular brand of loving could be. It wasn’t just the mere act of falling asleep in his arms or waking up with those strong biceps wrapped around me, holding me close.
Oh no.
That was bad enough but waking up in his arms, his soft breaths blowing the hair at the nape of my neck was like something out of this world. He wasn’t just a master in the bedroom, he was incredible in all ways and my heart was doing donkey kicks to get closer to him.
To be closer to him.
“You’re thinking too loud,” he grumbled and pressed a kiss to my temple before he pulled me flush against his chest.
“Does it matter that I was thinking about how good you made me feel last night? And this morning?” I laughed and snuggled closer to his heat, to his hard muscles that made me want things I shouldn’t, but absolutely did.
“Maybe. Tell me more.”
My lips curled into a grin, and I pushed against his beautiful body. “It was amazing, Hollywood. You gave me exactly what I needed, and I didn’t have to ask for it, only beg.”
His cock lengthened against my body. “I love to hear you beg.”
“And I love to beg for your cock. For the way you fuck me. It’s delicious and I don’t care about begging.” It was more honesty than I was used to with anyone but Luisa, and it felt good. Refreshing. Invigorating. “It felt good waking up like this in your arms,” I admitted sheepishly.
His arm tightened around me, and his lips touched my flesh again. “But?” He laughed. “I heard the but in that sentence.”
“But,” I sighed and pressed my lips to his chest before I dared to meet his gaze. “I’m worried this is all fake and you’re going to hurt me worse than the people trying to hurt me.”
His sigh was heavy, the warm breath washed over my flesh and wrapped around me. “It’s not fake, Winter. This isn’t just some crazy hot fuck to me. I wouldn’t do that, not to you. Or Winston.” He pressed a kiss to the top of my head again. “I wouldn’t do that to either of you. Hell I wouldn’t do that to myself.”
His words sent a rush of warmth through me. I wondered if he was feeling what I was feeling. “What does that mean?”
“It means that I wouldn’t risk my friendship with Winston for anything less than the real thing.”
I gasped, unwilling to let myself accept his words at face value. “You don’t have to say that.”
“I know. I don’t say shit I don’t mean, Winter. I’m not in the habit of making my life more complicated than necessary but you are a complication I didn’t anticipate and I’m not willing to give you up.”
“For now,” I added just as much for myself as for him. I needed to remind myself that this was temporary, that it had an expiration date even if I didn’t know the exact date it would end.
“I can’t predict the future Winter but the one fucking thing I know is that I when the future arrives, I want you at my side and in my bed.”
God how I wanted to believe his words. How I wanted them to be true, but I couldn’t. I was young and some might call me na?ve, but I knew when I was involved in a losing battle, even if I didn’t know exactly what to do about it. “I want that too, I really do. But we can’t ignore the elephant in the room, namely my dad. And the fact that you,” I stopped because I couldn’t bring myself to finish those words.
“That I, what, Winter?” He stared at me and gripped me tight. “Say it. That I’m a criminal?”
I balled my hand into a fist and socked him right in the chest. “No you asshole, your life is so different and exciting. The fact that you’ll get bored soon enough and move on is what worries me.”
“Or,” he kissed that spot on my neck just below my ear. “Maybe you’ll get tired of an old man like me. Maybe you’ll break my heart. Didn’t consider that did you?”
“No, of course not.”
“That’s your first mistake.” His tongue flicked against my collar bone before it sank into the hollow in my throat. “I can’t stop thinking about you Winter. Can’t stop wanting you. I am fucking obsessed with you.”
My heart raced inside my chest. “How obsessed?”
“I’m already dreaming about you. Again.”
His words made me shiver. “But why me? I’m nothing special.”
“Bullshit. You are,” he sighed and raked his hands through his hair. “Every fucking thing, Winter.
Another shaky breath escaped lips. “What are you saying Hollywood? I needed to hear the words explicitly before my heart got carried away.
“I’m saying,” he drew me closer and pressed a whisper-soft kiss to my lips. “That I like you,” He kissed one corner and then the other of my mouth. “I like you a lot.” He kissed my jaw. “I like you naked with your curves and raspberry pink nipples on display. I like you fully clothed and with a smart mouth.”
I laughed. “Good to know.”
“The point,” he grabbed my chin and forced my expression to his, “Is that I like you, period. I like you a lot and I don’t want you to go anywhere.”
For now. I heard the words in my mind as clear as if he’d said them. A constant worry that made me doubt myself and him. “I don’t want to go anywhere.” I pushed up and straddled his hips, rubbing my already damp pussy back and forth along the hard ride between us. “God, so good.”
His hands tightened around me. “So fucking good, baby.” He held me close and pushed his hips forward so that every move brought his hard cock against the swollen bundle of nerves between my thighs.
“I need you, Hollywood. Now.” My entire body vibrated with the need to have him right now. To have this man possess me and make me his.
Again.
I gripped his cock in my hands and slowly sank down his tremendous length with a long, agonizing groan. “Yes. You feel so good. So thick and hard.”
Our bodies moved together like a well-oiled machine or maybe like a band that’s played together for decades. The point was that I slid up and he pushed deep and when I slid down, he gripped my ass and thrust so deep I felt him pulse within me, so close to pleasure neither of us could take it. “Hollywood.”
“I’m right here, babe. I got you.” He flipped us on our sides so we were face to face, both of my legs wrapped around his hips as he pumped slowly into me and I pushed closer, too greedy to take every last inch of him as deep as I could. He let out a deep, guttural groan and gripped me harder. Tighter.
Everything about being with him was the best. The pleasure, the slight pain as he stretched me out, the way he smiled when he touched that spot deep within me, was more than I could handle. “Yes!”
“Fuck,” he groaned.
Somewhere in the distance his cell phone rang. Seconds later mine joined in, the symphony of ring tones made it impossible to focus on the spectacular feeling that coursed through my body. “Ignore it,” I implored him.
We both ignored it.
At first.
But both phones rang and stopped. Rang and stopped. Over and over until it was easier to separate and answer the call as worry snaked through my veins. “Hello?” I answered my phone first.
The call was silent. No, it wasn’t completely silent actually, the caller was breathing heavily. Slowly and heavily. Then a voice spoke, low and deep and so menacing it sent a chill down my spine. “Pay up or we’ll own that sweet cunt.”
I gasped and tossed the phone onto the bed before covering my mouth with both hands.
“You okay?” Hollywood mouthed the words to me, his brows dipped in concern as he listened to whoever spoke on the other end of his call.
I shook my head. “No. It was a not-so-friendly message.”
“Let me call you back.” He didn’t let the caller finish before ending the call and snatching my phone from the bed. “Talk to me, Winter.”
“Just another message,” I said, trying for light and breezy. “Threatening as hell. You?”
He shrugged. “The Jade Devils have retaliated, and we need to get to the clubhouse. Now.”
So much for a lazy morning in bed with the man who fucked me better than any man ever had.
A man who was slowly but surely stealing my heart.
Later. I hoped.