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She doesn’t disappoint as her entire body tightens, both hands freezing for a moment as the pleasure takes over. Her entire body shakes under mine, and a moment later, my cum is covering her milky skin in thick ropes.
Wynter’s breaths come in hard and fast, her chest rising so high her nipples brush against my chest hair, only adding to her own pleasure. Her orgasm goes on and on, her fingers moving in tandem to tear every last bit of ecstasy from her body.
She sags into the mattress, exhaustion overwhelming her the moment the pleasure ends, and I can’t help but smile. A few hours ago, she felt she could lean on me while she was vulnerable, and now she knows her body is just as much mine as it always has been.
“Always such a good girl for me, dove,” I murmur. “Let’s get you cleaned up and you can get some sleep.”
She nods against the pillow, her eyes drifting closed the moment I climb from the bed and head into the attached bathroom for a cloth. By the time I return, she’s relaxed into the bed, her breathing back to a gentle rise and fall.
A smile tugs at my lips as I take long strides to where she lies in the bed. “Wynter,” I whisper, brushing long strands of gold from her face.
She groans, her nose scrunching in distaste as my thumb strokes her cheek gently. Being able to touch her again, to feel her skin beneath mine after so long, it’s all I can do not to climb into the bed beside her and never leave. She’s fucking addictive, and just the sight of her has my cock stirring again.
“Come on, dove. I’ll clean you up and tuck you in.”
Her eyes flutter open and look up at me. For the first time since I walked back into her life, she looks at me with something other than contempt in her gaze. I see the broken girl I left behind and the trust she’s put in me tonight, a trust I can’t break.
Not again.
“Open your legs for me, little dove.” I kneel beside her on the bed, and she complies immediately, watching with bated breath as I move to touch her. I shouldn’t. I know I shouldn’t. But I crave the closeness the same way she does. I need it. “Good girl.”
I start by wiping her cum from her thighs, and then as gently as I can manage, wipe her heat. She flinches under my touch, her pussy too sensitive after the two orgasms she’s given herself in the last half an hour, but she doesn’t pull away. Once I’m sure she’ll be comfortable enough to sleep, I wipe my seed from where it landed against her stomach and mound. A part of me wants to leave it there so every man that dares look at her knows she’s mine and mine alone, but I have to tamp down my caveman tendencies, even if only for now.
Once I’m satisfied I’ve wiped our combined releases off her soft skin, I throw the cloth onto the bedside table and bring the sheets up around her naked body. “You did so good, little dove,” I praise.
Wynter preens under my words of encouragement as she barely keeps her eyes open. I’ve missed seeing her like this, so open and happy, but if I have it my way, this is how she’ll be all the time from here on out.
“Are you leaving?” she asks quietly.
The words almost break my resolve to leave the room because there’s nothing in this world I would rather do than slip in between the sheets beside her and sleep with my cock nestled between her ass cheeks.
“Like I said, dove. I’m not going to touch you until we’ve cleared the air between us, and if I were to get into bed with you, I would have my hands all over your body.” I flash a smile that has a blush covering her cheeks. “But make no mistake, Wynter. The moment we’ve talked, the moment the air is clear between us, we will never spend a night apart.” I lean down until my face is only an inch above hers, so close her scent calls to me. “Get some sleep,” I whisper and press a gentle kiss to her forehead.
As I turn to leave the room, I don’t miss the way Wynter presses her eyes closed to ward off the tears that rise to the surface. She doesn’t trust me. She doesn’t believe I’ll be here in the morning, but there’s nowhere I would rather be than right here with her.
By the time I open the door and chance one more look over my shoulder, her eyes are closed, the sheet wrapped around her tight, and the smallest smile sits on her lips. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for this woman, except leave. I’ll never do that again.
13
Wynter
Every night since my parents died has been longer than the last. Some nights I lay awake, staring at the ceiling as I think about all the things that need to be done or all the ways we could take down Russo for what he’s done to our family. Other nights I can’t stop thinking about their last moments on earth and how scared they must have been as their car careened down a cliff. And then there are the nights I think about the years I still have to live without them. My wedding without my father to give me away, my children without their grandparents. Those are the nights I break and no matter how hard I try, the tears won’t stop.
But not last night. Last night I slept soundly for ten straight hours. I didn’t wake up with nightmares of Angelo Russo hurting my family, I didn’t dream of my parents being torn from my life. Instead, I had a dreamless sleep thanks to the earth-shattering orgasm Everett gave me without ever touching me.
Even as I woke, his scent still lingered within the room, on the sheets, and even on my skin despite us never coming into contact with one another.
By the time I get through my morning routine and trudge down the stairs, the sun has been up for hours and voices carry from the kitchen. I’m usually the first out of bed in the morning, my dreams plaguing me until I can’t stand it anymore, but it’s nice to be the last one up for once.
“Good morning,” I chime.
Snow looks up from where she’s sitting at the table, a spoonful of cereal pausing at her lips. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Rayne scoffs. “Why don’t you say what you really think, Snow?”
“I just mean she’s usually grumpy in the morning. It was weird enough that we didn’t find her half a coffee pot deep when the rest of us got up, but this is just plain wrong.”
Emerson shakes her head from where she stands at the stove, frying what smells like bacon. “Don’t listen to them, Wynter. I’m glad you slept in. You needed it after how emotional yesterday was.”
