Winter's Heart (25 page)

As he brought his fingers up to his lips to taste her honeyed musk, he used his other hand to tear the fragile material from her body, exposing her from the waist down. Her breath hitched in her throat as she watched him licking his fingers and he wanted to punish her for making him lose control.

Reaching down, he gathered some more moisture and then slipped his wet fingers between her pretty lips, shuddering as she held his eyes and sucked the fingers into her mouth. As soon as she licked her arousal from his fingers, he went back for more. Only this time, he slid his hand around to her back side and slowly rubbed the tight rosette of her ass, feeling her body tremble. “I’m going to fuck you with my finger tonight, Fl… Beauty, but the next time I am going to use something a little bigger.”

“Not your cock?” she rasped, rocking her butt against his finger.

He chuckled darkly, “I wish, but no, not yet.”

With that, he slid his slick finger into the tight hole, pushing past the resisting flesh until he was buried to his second knuckle. She was breathing rapidly through parted lips and her head fell back against his chest, exposing the slender column of her throat. He wanted to mark her as he punished her, lay claim to her and show her that she was his.

Slowly, he eased the finger out and pushed it back in, loving the little hitch in her breathing, the shiver that moved through her body. He desperately wanted to push two fingers into her tight ass but she wasn’t ready so he kept working the single finger in and out, knowing that one day she’d take his entire dick. Pressing his nose against the curve of her neck, breathing in her sweet scent, he growled, “I want to take you over to the table and lay you out like a fucking pagan sacrifice. I want them to watch and see you when you come and know that you are mine.”

“
Yessss,” she moaned on an exhalation of breath.

Pulling his finger from her ass, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to the nearest table, which happened to be the table that Nolan Mars and his entourage were occupying. Without taking his eyes from Flynn’s face, he growled, “Move.”

The girls all scattered but Nolan remained where he was with a cocky smile on his smug face as he leaned back in the chair, “I intend on enjoying the show.”

Winter arched an eyebrow in silent question because if Flynn was willing, he’d fuck her in front of a hundred men. When she lowered her lashes in acquiescence, he gently placed her on the table, kissing her forehead as he stepped between her pretty legs. Tugging at the fastenings of his pants, he tore his jeans open and released his aching dick, rubbing it along her damp folds a few times until she arched her back and nearly wailed, “Please!”

Hooking her knees over his elbows and spreading her wide, he slowly, oh so slowly, pushed into her, watching her neck strain as she silently begged for more. Hoarsely, he ordered, “Release your pretty breasts, love.”

With shaking hands, she lowered the zipper of her corset, stopping at her sternum. Holding his eyes, she slid her hands into the corset and beneath her breasts and drew them out, offering him the two succulent orbs with a sultry pout. Slamming into her, feeling her body bow beneath his, he bent over her and took a hard nipple into his mouth. Holding the hard nub with his teeth, he rasped, “Put your hands above your head and hold onto the edge of the table. I’m going to fuck you to within an inch of your life.”

Her arms reached up and she curled her hands around the table’s lip, smiling up at him with a combination of innocence and vixen. The look made him pause and think about what he was doing with her, what he had done to her. She had been a girl of limited experience before he drew her into his shadowy world and now she was naked and spread before him in the middle of a popular club and it had only taken a few weeks to push her this far. She was so eager to please and he could easily take advantage of her and do irreparable harm. Could he live with himself if he broke her?

Could he let her go to keep her safe? Or was it too late for him, for both of them?

“What’s wrong?” she asked, knowing him better than anyone had ever known him, making him uneasy. She held his heart in the palm of her hands and she didn’t even realize it.

Trying to figure it out in his head before he did any more damage, he rasped, “Give me a moment.”

Instead of obeying him, she squeezed his dick with her amazing pussy and he nearly blew his load before he even began. His brain short-circuited and the philosophical debate he was having with himself vanished in a puff of smoke. Hovering over her, he glared, “I said give me a moment, my little Temptress.”

“Sorry,” she panted, not very repentant as she arched her back and took him deeper. Her eyes rolled back in genuine pleasure and when she spoke, it came out as a breathy moan. “It’s just that you feel so good. And I like the thought of being fucked by a beast.”

For a moment he didn’t understand her words, if she was referring to his slovenly desires or the fact that he was fucking her in public. But then he remembered the mask and grimaced. He wanted to be making love to her as a man, not a beast and yet if he was there without the mask, she wouldn’t be sprawled naked beneath him, moaning and begging him to fuck her. Well, if she wanted a beast, he would be a beast.

With her legs in his arms, he leaned over her, spreading her legs about as far apart as they could go. If he was in a generous mood, her flexibility would impress him but at the moment he didn’t give a fuck. He wanted to possess her body and soul, to mark her as his. “Turn your head to the side… no the other side.”

He waited until she followed his direction, her eyes widening as she found herself staring directly at Nolan Mars. The little prick had his dick out and he was stroking it, his eyes never leaving Flynn’s masked face. Ignoring the actor, Winter concentrated on Flynn, on driving her as mad as she drove him. Letting the leg closest to the other man fall to the table exposing their joining to Nolan’s eyes, Winter dragged his freed hand up her body, tweaking her nipple before lightly wrapping his fingers around her throat. Her pulse fluttered frantically beneath his touch and it was all he could do to keep his strokes slow and steady when he wanted to hurl his body into the flames and burn the club down.

In a low, provocative voice, he crooned, “Look at how he watches you, Beauty. Look at the hunger in his eyes.”

Her breasts rose and fell as she tried to turn her face away from Nolan but he grabbed her cheeks and made her look at the other actor as he slowly moved inside of her. “Look at how his hand moves over his dick, Beauty. He’s imagining sticking that little prick inside of you, love. He wants to be where I’m standing, to be fucking you in my place.”

She tried to shake her head, to turn away, but he wouldn’t let her. Tightening his fingers until her pulse thudded firmly against his fingers, he kept her face towards Nolan. Bending his head, gently caressing the throat that he held, he took a swollen nipple into his mouth and lightly nipped it before soothing it with his tongue. Her pulse trebled and he did it again to her other breast. “He wants to suck on these sweet nipples, to draw them into his mouth until they are pulsing with blood. He wants to thrust into you, over and over, to bend you over the table and fuck you until you beg him to stop. But it’s not going to happen.”

He finally released her and her eyes flew to his, glazed and lost in pleasure. Thrusting deeply, he rumbled, “Because you’re mine, Flynn. No one else is going to touch you. Ever.”

Her eyes opened wide and he realized what he called her. He used her name. There was nothing he could do about it now except hope Nolan had been too lost in his own lust to hear him. Capturing her lips, his tongue stole into her mouth and silenced her before she could speak.

Once she had been kissed back to her sexual trance, he stood up so he could watch her body as he ravaged her pussy. With her hands over her head, her breasts bounced with each hard thrust, the rounded boobs jiggling enticingly. The natural flesh moved in a way that fake breasts never could and he fucked her harder just to see them bounce. Once again, she clamped down on his dick and his brain just about burst. Her body tightened and she came with a silent scream, milking his cock for all its worth. And he lost control, thrusting uncontrollably until he stiffened, filling her with his seed, claiming her.

Collapsing on her body, he felt her arms go around his shoulders. Softly, her hands moved over his back, stroking him, as a little hum of contentment came from the back of her throat. There was a slight sound and he turned his head in time to see the little prick holding his dick in his hand and moving it closer to Flynn’s ripe mouth. A feral snarl exploded from the back of Winter’s throat and the color actually drained from Nolan Mars’s face as the man held up his hands and sat back down, his dick almost purple.

“Where did you find such an exquisite creature?” Nolan asked, stroking his cock since it was glaringly obvious he wasn’t going to find release in Flynn. “Did you get her from Jezebel’s?”

“She’s not a whore,” Winter thundered. “She’s mine.”

“Look, I can have any woman I want,” Nolan grinned, full of piss and swagger. Nodding towards Flynn who watched him with dispassionate eyes, he continued, “I can have her.”

Flynn’s arms tightened but he pressed a soft kiss to her lips and slipped out of her embrace. Gently, he straightened her corset until her beautiful breasts were once again covered before he took care of his spent penis. Gathering up Flynn’s dress, he carefully pulled it over her body, making sure she was covered, comfortable, before facing Nolan. Shrugging his broad shoulders, Winter gave the boy a pitying smile, “Ask her.”

“I’m his,” Flynn said with utter conviction before Nolan could even take a breath to ask the question. Sitting up on the table, looking delightfully disheveled and incredibly young, she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and repeated herself and in that moment she looked so incredibly beautiful. “I’m his.

“What, does he own you?” Nolan sneered.

“Yes,” she said easily. Looking up at Winter with all of her generous love in her warm eyes, she reached up and cupped his cheek and gave him a tremulous smile. “Heart, mind, body and soul.”

He tried to swallow but there was something blocking his throat as he stared at this beautiful, amazing woman. Nolan disappeared, the other guests disappeared, the room disappeared, as he gazed at her, at the way her skin glowed, the way her eyes sparkled, the way her hair tumbled to her shoulders. Her mask was slightly askew, her thigh highs were sagging, and her panties were in tatters on the floor by the Plexiglas wall, but she was still utterly divine. “Let’s go home.”

She gave him a sheepish smile and leaned towards him without getting off the table. Bending closer to her, he heard her whisper, “I can’t seem to get my legs to obey me, Beast. You’ve well and truly fucked me to within an inch of my life and my body is still recovering.”

Laughing, he scooped her back up into his arms and carried her home.

On Friday night, she had made love to a man dressed as a beast while the world watched. Well, not the world but there had been an audience and it had been debauched and
dirty and absolutely incredible. Watching Winter come undone was almost as exhilarating as the orgasm he had given her, letting her know he had enjoyed himself as much as she had. She still couldn’t believe her boldness nor how hot it had been to be fucked in front of Nolan Mars. Of course, he could have been anyone because when Winter was in the room no one else existed. And when Winter was doing all of those naughty, wicked things to her, the world ceased to exist and all that there was, was Winter.

When she had stood before him in nothing but her undergarments, she had been terrified and strangely euphoric, and it had nothing to do with the champagne she had consumed. There was an entire room of people below who could have looked up at any moment and seen her standing there but that had only heightened her excitement. There had also been Nolan Mars, an actor she had thought was attractive before she met Winter. It had been disconcerting when Winter had been making love to her and told her to turn her head and watch the other man.

Nolan’s slate gray eyes had watched her with naked craving, moving over her face and devouring her where she lay. It had felt strange and kind of exciting to be so desired by a virtual stranger while Winter fucked her with punishing force. But it had made her uneasy as well because it felt wrong to be looking at anyone other than Winter. When Winter finally relented and let her look at him, she saw the savage intensity burning in his eyes and she finally understood. He was claiming her in the way primal man claimed their mate eons before. He had become the Beast, the mask a representation of the man beneath, and it had thrilled her to the bone.

Afterwards, she felt different somehow, as if they had crossed some invisible line and now there was no going back.

After the intensity of their coupling at the club, they had returned home and gotten cleaned up. In bed, he had simply held her as they drifted in and out of consciousness, neither one wanting to lose a moment of their time together to something as annoying as sleep. They clung to one another until exhaustion claimed them and they slept for a few hours. As grateful as she was for the brief time they managed to steal from the world around them, it was getting harder and harder to let him go.

When Winter climbed out of her bed at the crack ass of dawn the next morning so his driver could take him to the airport and he could fly back to Georgia, he had given her the sweetest goodbye kiss and told her he’d be back before she’d know it. Only this time when he left he took Fallon with him, since the director decided to expand her part to include some action on the field.

She hadn’t wanted him to go and once the two of them left, she actually crawled back into bed and cried. Maybe because a part of her knew their fate was in Winter’s hands. He could either return home and take their relationship to the next level or he could turn his back on the entire thing, leaving her to pine away like poor Addison. Not that she'd pine away for an entire year. She hoped he wanted her as much as she wanted him but, for now, there was nothing she could do. Either he loved her, or
could
love her, or he didn’t. Couldn’t.

Even though she knew it was pointless to dwell on what ifs and possibilities and doubts, she did so anyway, spending all day Sunday going over all of the nuances of their strange relationship. He had so much power over her and if he didn’t have the amount of self-control that he had, her ass would have been his Friday night and the thought terrified her. It wasn’t that his finger had hurt; in fact, it had felt sinfully good. But there was a level of trust in letting a guy penetrate that most delicate part of the body and she would have given in without a second thought.

It was that restraint on his part, when she knew he was aching to unleash his beast, that made her love him all that much more. He hadn’t said the words to her but his actions told her he had some strong feelings for her. It might not be love, not yet, but it could be, if he chose to let it become love, if he chose to delve deeper into the binds that tied them together.

On Monday, she drove the rust bucket to work, not looking forward to another day of dealing with the likes of Gwyn. But it was better than being at the apartment all alone, Fallon’s absence made painfully obvious when she went into the bathroom to get ready and was actually able to see the counter. Even though there were days when they barely saw one another, Flynn missed her sister.

Parking behind the store in the employee parking lot, she meandered inside, clutching her tablet and her purse in her arms. She probably should have gone next door to grab donuts and coffee for the girls but she just wasn’t feeling it. While her sister should be returning in a week or so, it was going to be at least three or four weeks until Winter was going to be able to make it back, possibly longer. The shooting schedule was insane and since she had already watched all four seasons of
Midnight Kiss
and all of the movies he was in, she was out of Winter material.

“Hey, Flynn,” Julianna called out as she walked through the door. “You look like you had a rough weekend.”

Flynn nodded, setting her stuff down before flopping into the chair. “It was rough in a good way. Just over too soon.”

Julianna smiled knowingly, shaking her head in understanding, “Gotcha.”

“What about you?” Flynn asked, waggling her eyebrows at her friend. “Did you do anything exciting to celebrate Halloween?”

“A group of us girls went to a club,” she started and Flynn’s heart seized up in her chest at the possibility that she had been seen, even though she had been in a disguise. “
Club Forester
, over on Ninth?”

Flynn pulled in a ragged breath and released it, berating herself for thinking the world revolved around her. She wouldn’t have to worry if she hadn’t acted like such a trollop, though if she was honest with herself she knew that she wouldn’t have changed a thing and she had no regrets. Pasting a smile to her frozen face, she shook her head, “I’m not really familiar with the club scene. I like going out to places where I can talk.”

“Oh, for sure,” Julianna readily agreed. “I mean, the dancing is fun and all but afterwards you have such a pounding headache and your vocal chords are raw from just ordering drinks.”

They chatted for a few more minutes until Diane strolled into the room, looking elegant in a grey cotton suit. “Girls, back to work. Flynn, a moment?”

Exchanging a smile with Julianna, Flynn dragged herself to her feet and followed Diane back to her office. As the woman seated herself behind the desk, Flynn fidgeted in her seat, not knowing what to expect. But Diane offered a friendly smile and started off with, “I’m very pleased with your progress on the Irish party.”

It took her a moment to figure out what Diane was talking about, even though she only had the one account and Melissa’s last name was Irish. She had just equated the party with Storm and Winter. Nodding her head, she murmured, “Thank you.”

“I was wondering if you’d like to take on another event.” Her boss must have seen the panic in Flynn’s eyes because she smiled reassuringly, “It’s just a small gathering for a friend of a friend of mine. They are on a budget but my friend asked me to help out so I thought of you, since you seem to have a more… budget-conscious mind than my other girls.”

“Why do you think that?”

Diane looked at her and a hint of color crept into her cheeks. “Well, the money I gave you to buy a few foundation pieces seems to have been stretched quite a bit further and while your clothes are very professional, they aren’t exactly name brand.”

This time Flynn blushed. She was proud of her wardrobe and how much she had gotten with the money Diane had given her. Diane shook her head and dismissed the veiled complaint, “Anyway, I thought you might be perfect.”

“When is the event?” she asked but before Diane could answer, she added, “
What
is the event?”

“A fiftieth wedding anniversary in two weeks.” Diane rolled her eyes, grumbling, “Some people don’t understand the work that goes into planning these things.”

Before Diane could go into any detail, Flynn held up her hand to stop her, “You do know that I’m not a party planner, right? That I’m only here until Fallon makes it big or we go back home in a few months.”

Her words trailed off as she thought about that. If Fallon didn’t make it in the next six or seven months, they had planned on returning home, since that was the deal they had made with their parents. A year had seemed like an eternity when they had made their plans and now their year was almost half over. Suddenly, there wasn’t enough
oxygen in the entire world and she wanted to get out of there.

“Flynn?”

“I’m okay,” she gasped, stumbling to her feet. “Just give me a moment and I’ll be fine.”

“What is it?” Diane asked, panic in her voice. Half-standing, she looked ready to cry out for help if need be.

“I just realized how quickly the year has gone by,” she managed to choke out, trying not to think about Winter. If she thought about Winter she’d start to bawl like a baby because she couldn’t bear the thought of leaving him behind. If he said he loved her, there would be no reason to leave and every reason to stay. But if it turned out he didn’t love her….

No, she wasn’t going to invite trouble. Smiling for Diane’s benefit, she said, “I’m okay, just a little panic attack.”

“Was it something I said?” When Flynn shook her head no, Diane sighed in relief and asked, “Well, do you want the party?’

Considering her options, she thought. She could either have too much time thinking about and missing Winter or she could busy herself with a party that celebrated fifty years of marriage. Flynn chuckled, “Sure, why not?”

♥~♥~♥

Winter was going mad on the set of his latest film. Luckily, he was able to transfer the longing and lust for Flynn into his performance, doing some of his best work ever. Missy had spent a lot more time than usual on the set with him and unlike in the past her presence actually annoyed him. He found himself bristling at the little comments she made, even though they weren’t meant in earnest. Before Flynn, he had always joined in on the good natured fun but since Flynn it seemed… cold. The two of them had fame and fortune and it wasn’t right to tease the gripper or the gaffer or the extras or any of the other dozens of hard workers on the shoot.

His one bright spot was spending time with Storm, who was looking more and more like him every day. One of these days, a paparazzo was going to get lucky and snap a picture of the little boy and the secret would be out. And he found himself dreading and anticipating that day in equal measure because he was sick to death of living a lie. He wanted to walk beneath the sun with Flynn and Storm.

Four more months.

Closing the door to his trailer, he scrubbed his hands through his hair and took a deep breath, ignoring the dull ache that seemed to follow him everywhere, an ache the size of Flynn that only felt better in her presence. Falling onto the couch, he kicked his feet up and grabbed his phone, sitting up as quickly as he had sat down when he saw he had missed a call from Flynn. Without a second thought, or a first one really, he called her back immediately.

“Winter.” Her voice was a balm to his parched soul, something he knew he needed but hadn’t realized how desperately.

“Sweetheart, what is it? What’s wrong?”

Her light, airy laugh filled all of the hollow parts inside of him and he found himself smiling in return, even if he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was bothering her. “Nothing’s wrong. Today I had a minor panic attack and I just needed to hear your voice, even if it was to hear you say, ‘
Leave a message
.’”

“What happened?”

“Nothing,” she repeated and he knew she was lying because she was an abysmal liar.

“Flynn,” he warned. But then her breath hitched and she sniffed. He could tell that she was trying not to cry and was failing miserably. His ribs squeezed around his chest as his entire body tensed. “Ah, Flynn, don’t cry. Please don’t cry.”

“It’s just that I miss you so damn much,” she sniffed. “I know that it’s only been two days but if feels like an eternity and I know that I’m being a big baby but I miss you.”