24. Wynter
Wynter
A rush of relief filled me and tears stung my eyes. If something would have happened to Davina, I’d have never forgiven myself. We should have walked her to the Jeep and ensured she left safely.
For a moment, I thought our misdeeds caught up with us. First, we burned down Garrett’s house, then counting cards in Chicago, and finally stealing the armored truck. Thank God, Davina was alright.
I settled on the sofa next to Bas and he wrapped his one hand around me. “She’s good?”
I nodded. “Yes. For a moment-” I couldn’t get the words out. Just thinking about anyone that I loved being hurt caused such anguish. “The girls and I, we did a few stupid things over the last few weeks. I thought it caught up to us.”
He stilled, but didn’t interrupt me. I chewed on my bottom lip, while Bas watched me intently.
“I- we… the girls and I stole some money,” I muttered, peering at him from underneath my lashes. “We shouldn’t have and it was stupid. Initially, we did it to pay Garrett’s ransom, in case you didn’t come through. Then when you did, we kept it. We did a few other stupid things.”
Bas’ dark eyes assessed me, though he didn’t seem surprised. “I thought it caught up to us,” I muttered slightly embarrassed.
His hand cupped my chin, tilting my head so I was forced to lock eyes with him.
“No judgment, principessa,” he claimed, brushing his lips against mine. “But no more stealing. I have enough money.”
A choked laugh escaped me. “I’m not exactly broke either.”
I really wasn’t. Grandpa had a trust fund established for me. So did Uncle Liam. Mom insisted neither Juliette or I be given too much so we’d learn the value of money. Uncle agreed, though he never let us go without.
“I have something for you,” Bas announced, interrupting my thoughts.
“Really?” I asked excitedly, straightening up. I loved surprises. “What is it?”
He grinned. “It’s a birthday present.”
I blinked. “But my birthday is not for another few days.”
“Do you want to wait?” he teased. “Or you could get it now and tell me if you don’t like it so I can buy you something you like.”
A giddy smile I couldn’t contain curved my lips. He leaned over and opened the drawer of his little coffee table. A handgun laid in it and a small box he pulled out and handed to me. Uncle never kept a gun in the living room.
“Happy birthday, principessa.” I twisted it in my hands, wondering what it was. “Open it,” he demanded, his palm resting on my hip.
I lifted the lid and my breath stilled as I stared at the beautiful necklace holding a pendant. It was a skull that matched his tattoo. I traced the delicate gold with my finger.
“It’s the kingpin pendant,” he murmured. “So no matter where you are, if someone hurts you, they’ll know whose wrath they’ll earn. Priest, Dante, Emory, and I carry the tattoo.”
I remembered the tattoo. I traced over it back in Philly. It’d be impossible to forget something that fascinated me and everything about this man interested me.
I took it out of the box carefully. “I love it,” I whispered softly. “It’s part of you.”
Bas lifted me, setting me on his lap, then helped me put on the necklace. Once clasped, his mouth brushed over the back of my neck and goosebumps rose on my skin.
“Bas,” I whispered as I tilted my head to allow him better access.
“Hmmm?”
“I’ll stay with you,” I said and he stilled, his breath ghosting over my skin. Someone might have accused me of making a decision on the fly but it felt so damn right. “Here in New York. I won’t go back to California.”
I held my breath with anticipation while my heart thumped wildly under my ribcage.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I confirmed.
He grabbed my nape, threaded his fingers into my hair and then buried his face in my neck. The masculine noise of satisfaction he made vibrated deep in my stomach and the tightness in my chest loosened.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “That makes me so fucking happy.” His arm wrapped around my waist and he shifted me around on his lap so I’d face him. “Come to Chicago with me,” he rasped against my throat. “Tomorrow.”
I nodded, every cell in my body humming with love and such intense longing, it made my heart flutter.
“I’ll always follow,” I promised in a breathless whisper, repeating his own words back.
I placed my palms against his chest, his heat seeping into me. God, to love someone so much could be thrilling and terrifying at the same time.
I trailed my hands over his vest and my fingers trembled as I unbuttoned one button, then the next. With each button loose, my heart thundered harder and my pulse raced faster.
I closed the distance between us, lingering a breath away, his form unmoving. As if he waited for something. Then I closed the distance. He kissed me with such passion that I couldn’t keep my eyes open and every thought left me.
Our kissing quickly turned frantic. A dam broke, leaving in its wake an unhinged desire. I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging him closer. I needed his skin on mine.
“Bas, please,” I begged.
His hands grabbed my ass and lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist.
He bit my bottom lip, gently but enough to sting and I moaned into his mouth. I could feel his desire blazing and clashing with mine. I had no idea how we found ourselves in the bathroom, my back pressed against the cool tile, cooling my scorched skin.
I opened my eyes to find his gaze on me, drinking me in. His dark gaze blazed with fire, an inferno in its depths.
I slid down his body and he pulled the t-shirt over my head, then undid my bra and tossed it to the side.
His fingers trailed down my body, causing goosebumps over every single inch of my body.
His rough palm against my soft skin sent shivers down my spine.
Then he hooked his fingers in my pants and panties.
Then he lowered himself onto his knees, sliding them down my legs.
A hiss of appreciation left his lips. My legs quivered and would have failed me if his strong arms weren’t holding me up.
He spread my legs, his dark gaze burning holes in my skin and causing a pulsing ache between my thighs.
My sex throbbed, the evidence of my arousal trickling down my inner thigh.
The moment his mouth connected with my pussy, a loud moan echoed through the bathroom, vibrating against the tile.
He lifted my one leg and draped it over his shoulder, his mouth never leaving the most intimate part of me.
“Mmmmm.” The noise of him vibrated through my core and my fingers tangled into his dark hair.
“Bas. Oh my God, Bas.” He kissed me with an open mouth, shoving his tongue inside my entrance. “Fuck.”
I buckled, my back arching off the tiled wall. The sensation was too much. Not enough. His finger thrust inside me. His tongue swiped through my wet folds, sending a series of shudders through me.
I’m dying. The best kind of death. Sweet, exhilarating, volcanic.
He sucked and licked on my most private part relentlessly. Every single fiber of me shook with pleasure. It was right there, within my grasp.
“Watch me, Wynter,” he commanded, his voice hoarse.
I peeled my eyelids open, meeting his dark gaze as the muscles in his jaw contracted as he ate my pussy. He bit my clit and I bucked off the wall, arching into his mouth. His hand moved to my stomach, holding me still, and my hands gripped his head.
“Oh, oh, oh,” I panted, his laps never easing. His laps steady, he slid one finger inside me. Pleasure ignited, sending languid heat through my bloodstream. A tremor went through me, as he moved his fingers in and out, again and again. Hard and fast.
God, the deep noises of satisfaction that vibrated through him would be my death. His dark gaze locked on me, he nipped my clit again. The orgasm tore through me like an opened dam. Pleasure swam through my veins, spreading tingles throughout.
His tongue didn’t stop, he sucked and lapped, taking every last drop of the orgasm. My legs quivered and my ears buzzed as I lay slack against the wall. His mouth trailed kisses down my inner thigh.
Letting out a shaky breath, Bas’ face came back into focus and my fingers still tangled in his dark hair. His eyes burned with hunger but he made no move to undress. He still wore his three-piece-suit, my feeble attempt with several buttons loosened.
He stood up, his one hand still on my hip, while with the back of his other hand he wiped his mouth.
Our eyes locked, our breathing synchronized, neither one of us looked away. I wanted to give him the same kind of pleasure. He owned all mine, I wanted to own all his.
When he didn’t move, I reached out and shoved his suit coat off his shoulders, then loosened the rest of the buttons on his vest. When he didn’t stop me, it fueled my courage, shooting adrenaline through my veins.
Nerves fluttered in my belly but I ignored them. Instead I met his eyes.
“Tell me if I’m not doing it right,” I rasped.
“Everything with you is right.” His voice was deep and guttural, his control close to unraveling.
I shoved his shirt off his bulky shoulders and threw it onto the floor.
His broad shoulders took away my breath.
The sight of his muscles and beautiful, golden tanned skin made my mouth water.
I reached for his zipper and unfastened it, the sound of the zipper echoing through the bathroom.
And all the while he kept his dark stare on me.
I pushed his pants down to his ankles. He wore nothing underneath it.
This man was perfect.
His stomach was rock hard, six-pack abs making my inner thighs pulse with ache. His large cock hung heavy and thick between his legs. I absorbed it all, drinking him in. Thick veins ran down his hard length.
He kicked his pants and shoes off, leaving him gloriously naked. He stood still, his one hand in my hair, his other by his side as my eyes soaked him in.
I pressed my palm against his chest, his heart thundering under my touch.
“You are so beautiful,” I whispered, my eyes dropping lower.