Chapter 19 Winston #2
I growl, shifting the gears when the light turns green and taking a left. My cock is hard, pressing against my slacks and dying to be inside her. Passing the valet, I pull into the parking garage. Dove’s hand rubs over the hard ridge of my shaft that’s tenting my pants.
“Dove,” I growl in warning, accidentally hitting the brake instead of the gas.
She giggles, catching herself on the dashboard when her body jerks forward.
“See. Look what you made me do,” I tease, easing on the gas to take us to a more secluded area of the garage.
Dove unbuckles her seat belt, reaching across my lap again. She unzips my pants, slipping her hand inside my pants to grip my cock. I hiss from the tight grasp, lifting my hips, which causes me to press the accelerator.
“Fuck, Dove. Let me park and you can do whatever you want to me.” I wipe my forehead, the heat taking over my body, and the suit becoming too hot.
Dove frees me, my cock hard and leaking in her hand. With a smirk, she bends down, sucking me into her mouth.
“I love your mouth,” I moan, almost closing my eyes when I remember I’m driving, and nothing can happen to Dove. I’d never forgive myself.
She takes me to the back of her throat and she chokes, gagging as she lifts herself off only to suck me down again.
“Fuck!” I shout, palming the back of her head as she begins a rhythm. Up and down, hollowing her cheeks.
I yank into a corner parking spot, deep in the shadows so no one can see us. The moment I shut the engine off, I snag a fistful of her hair and yank her head back.
With her lips wet and swollen, I kiss her, wanting to taste myself on her tongue. Grabbing her hips, I lift her from her seat and onto my lap. Hiking her dress, I ease her down onto my cock, moaning as her wet heat engulfs me.
“Winston.” I love the way she whimpers my name on a broken breath.
“You feel so fucking good,” I groan, rocking her back and forth.
I yank the top of her dress down, freeing her breasts. She grips the lapels of my jacket, holding on to me for dear life as she takes me for a ride.
“That’s it, Dove. Use me. Use me for all your needs.” I press against the headrest, groaning with every drag of her hips.
The car begins to rock, and our gasps become fog against the windows.
She presses a hand against the glass, using it for support as she increases her pace.
She leans in and I bend down, sucking her nipple into my mouth.
I’m careful, though. She needs ease and care.
I’ve noticed how much pain she’s been in from breastfeeding. She’s sore.
I kiss each breast, silently thanking her for everything she does for my son.
“I’m already close.” She nibbles my ear, making those fucking sounds that drive me closer to the edge.
I don’t know how the hell I got so lucky with a woman like Dove, but I’m not ever going to let her go.
“Then you better come. Ah, fuck, you feel so good. That’s it, Dove. Just like that. You’re going to make me come if you don’t slow down.”
“I can’t. I can’t slow down. I’m too close. I’m so close.” Her lips find my neck and she places open-mouthed kisses on my neck.
Neither of us can catch our breath. We feel too good. I can’t seem to ever catch my breath when I’m inside her. Our lips finally meet, a kiss that ends up being broken every other second so one of us can moan.
“Winston. Winston.” She begins to chant my name, pressing her forehead against mine when her lips part on a final groan.
She becomes even wetter, her muscles contracting around my cock. In three more strokes, I bury myself as deep as possible, shouting as I fill her like I promised I would.
Every. Fucking. Day.
She collapses onto my chest, gasping.
I kiss the top of her head, wrapping my arms around her, and enjoy having the love I’ve ached for my entire life.
“Well, now all I want to do is nap,” she giggles, then sighs, but it’s a happy exhale, not one weighted down with the worries of the world.
“We can skip the gala and go get food, have a night in that’s just us. That sounds better than this damn gala anyway. Everyone here is fake. Don’t believe anything you hear from these uppity people.”
She presses a hand against my chest and lifts herself off, fixing the top of her dress. I pretend to pout when she readjusts her breasts back into the dress.
“No, we have to go. Even you said it was important and now we’re late because we got sidetracked.”
I drag my finger down the side of her neck, smirking. “I love getting sidetracked with you. We should do it again.”
“Maybe after you’ve done your Warrick duties,” she says, pressing another kiss against my lips. “Like you said, we don’t have to stay, right?” She lifts herself off me and we both moan, and I’m already missing the feeling of being inside her where I belong.
Climbing into the passenger seat again, she snags her panties off the floor and slips them back on while I situate myself as well.
“I need to use the restroom. Let’s go.” She shoves her shoulder against mine.
“Fine, but don’t you dare get out of the car yet. You know the rules.” I step out first, the crotch of my pants damp from her cum, and something about that has me holding my head higher.
Walking around to her side, I open her door like the queen she is. She swings one leg out, the slit of her dress parting for me to see her long, smooth leg.
“Fuck, you better hurry before I get you back into this car,” I growl in warning.
She grins, taking my hand. “I can’t wait until we’re home later,” she whispers. “I really love you in a tuxedo. Something about the refined, elegant appearance makes me want to mess it up.”
“Dove,” I scold. “You’re playing with fire.”
“Then, it’s a good thing I like the heat.” She looks at me over her shoulder, batting those eyelashes at me.
She makes it so tempting to give up my responsibilities so I can be with her twenty-four hours a day. Maybe it’s time for me to cut back. If I really wanted to, I could even retire. We have plenty of money to live on. It wouldn’t be a struggle. We would have a great life and so would our children.
And their children.
I offer her my arm, and Dove loops her arm through mine, her heels clicking against the pavement as we walk to the elevators.
“Who will be there tonight? Anyone I know?”
“Probably not, but that’s okay. They’re all in the medical field somehow. I hate these things. I always feel out of place, so if you say you want to go, we will.”
“Sounds perfect.”
Exiting the elevators, the cool air of the night breezes against my face and cools my heated skin. Flashes of what we just did in the car play in my mind. Her gasps, her cries, the way the windows fogged from the exertion.
My cock is hardening again just at the thought.
“Woah, Winston. You didn’t tell me this was a red carpet event? The paparazzi are here.”
“They always want to get a glimpse at who will show up. Some celebrities make an appearance sometimes. Pay the cameras no mind.” I step onto the street, holding out my hand for Dove to take.
She’s nervous.
Taking a deep breath, she steps down, and we walk across the street to the main event.
Immediately, the cameras are on us. Flashes from the cameras are blinding. Dove’s hold on me intensifies.
“Dr. Warrick! Is it true you delivered a baby on a plane?”
“Dr. Warrick, what happened between you and Dr. Vainton?”
I lean in. “Calling him a doctor is a stretch. If you’ll excuse me.” I tug Dove behind me, needing to get away from these people before Dove decides this is too much for her.
The doormen open the front doors to allow us in, security blocking the paparazzi’s entrance. They’re never allowed in.
“Are you okay? Did they touch you?” I cup her face, checking her all over for any type of mark. If there was one scratch on her, I’d ruin any career the photographer had.
“I’m okay. I’m okay. Winston.” She snags my hands to stop me. “I’m fine. Let’s go to the gala. We can be in and out just like you said.”
Kissing her hand, we head to the ballroom, and the moment the doors open, Dove inhales an audible breath.
“Oh, wow. This is gorgeous.” There are chandeliers evenly spaced out, crystals polished and shined to the point that they glisten. Guests are here in their best attire, evening gowns of all different designs, but Dove is the most beautiful by far.
Caterers walk around carrying silver trays with filled champagne flutes and one of them stops directly in front of us. “Champagne?” he asks.
“No, thank you. Do you have something without alcohol?” Dove asks. “Sparkling water, perhaps?”
“Me as well. Thank you.” I slip the man a hundred-dollar bill.
“Right away, Dr. Warrick.”
“Thank you.”
“While we wait, I’m going to go use the restroom. I’ll be right back, okay?”
“Don’t be gone too long. I’ll come find you.
” I do my best to keep a hold of her hand, but the further she walks, the harder it is to hold on.
In another step, our hands drop from one another, and Dove gives me a beautiful smile, one that lights up the room more than the chandelier.
My eyes are locked on her the entire way as she makes her way to the restroom.
As if I could ever take my eyes off her.
“Winston.” A hand lands on my chest, taking me by surprise. “It’s been so long. How are you?”
Christine Salvorie. The daughter of a doctor who lost his medical license due to sexual misconduct with his patients. I’m stunned by her forwardness. I’ve known her for a few years now and I’ve never known her to be the type to throw herself at me.
“Christine.” I lift her hand from my chest, and she leans in for a hug, wrapping her arms around me. “What are you doing?”
“It’s been a while.” She kisses me on the cheek, and I take a step away, not wanting her anywhere near me.
“Respectfully, do not ever touch me again. I don’t want you. I’ve never wanted you and I never will. I have a fiancée. She will be back any minute and you better be gone in the next five seconds or I will have you removed from this gala,” I sneer.
She narrows her thickly lined eyes, clicking her tongue. “I don’t remember you being so rude.” With a flip of her hand, she saunters away, leaving me irritated and wishing I had grabbed a glass of champagne.
“Well, well, well.”
I close my eyes when I hear Landon’s voice from behind me.
“Can I help you, Landon?” I don’t bother turning toward him.
“Actually. Yes.” He steps in front of me, a knowing, smug grin stretched across his face.
“Let’s go our separate ways tonight, okay?”
He chuckles, pulling out his phone, then swipes across the screen. “See these?”
Annoyed, I glance down, swallowing when I see the images. Fury unlike anything I’ve ever felt before simmers in my blood. They are photos of Christine kissing my cheek, hugging me, placing her hand on my chest.
“I’ve sent these to all major news outlets. Dove will come work for me again now that she sees you for what you are, Winston. A lying cheat.”
I snag his phone, clenching it so hard in my hand that the screen cracks. “You have no idea who you’re fucking with, Landon.”
“I think I do. You’ll never go as low as me, Winston. Remember that.” He grins, slipping his phone in his pocket.
As more people check their phones, more people turn to look at me. My life just became a lot more difficult, but there’s only one relationship I’m interested in saving.
No matter how hard it will be.