Winter's Heart (28 page)

“Keep going.”

She made love to the camera as much as she made love to him, fully embracing the experience instead of shying away from it. His dick wept as she took him into her mouth and hummed. Relaxing her throat, she let him go a little deeper and he felt it all along his balls and back. Holding her hair out of her face, he had to concentrate on filming his dick going in and out of her mouth instead of the luminous light in her eyes as she sucked him off.

“I’m going to come,” he choked out
a second before she released him and used her hands to finish him off. His spunk splashed over her face, her breasts, reminiscent of their first time together.  Instead of being nervous or embarrassed, she licked the ejaculate from her lips and rubbed the viscous fluid over her breasts.

He stepped away from her to capture her entire body, the way she sat on her knees in the middle of the bed, her legs spread wide. His spunk gleamed on her heaving breasts and she wore a secret, naughty smile. Running her hands over the fluid, over her flat belly, she touched her pussy and purred, “I want you to fuck me, Winter.”

“Give me a minute to recover,” he panted. “And to change the battery.”

The first video ended on her joyous laughter as the image of her naked body faded to black.

Because he needed time to recover, they went on a tour of one of the local wineries and enjoyed a few samples. Flynn was a little embarrassed by her earlier behavior, blushing whenever he mentioned the word ‘camera’ or ‘film,’ which was often because there were other tourists at the winery and he loved seeing the color stain her cheeks. 

When they got back to the cottage, he turned on all of the lights in the bedroom and set the stage, so to speak. The mirrors were strategically placed around the bed, soft music played in the background, and Flynn sat in the middle of the bed wearing nothing but a silky robe and watching him with curiosity and a hint of uncertainty. With a camera set to record on one tripod and a second tripod ready for the camera he held, the room was ready to go. He was going to capture all of the angles of Flynn, from the moment he penetrated her to the big finale.

“You are going to erase the videos, right?” she asked again, looking at the camera on the tripod as well as the camcorder he held.

“
Mmm,” was his non-committal response, since his hands were full and he couldn’t cross his fingers. Well, he could erase the videos, after he made a master tape splicing the two together. Smiling at her, pleased with his logic, he said, “Yes, I’ll erase the videos.”

She nodded her head in silent relief and he felt a little bit guilty. He vowed to himself that no one else would ever see the video. He’d lock it in his vault and view it when he was completely alone. Or if Flynn was with him.

Holding the camcorder up, he pushed record and softly demanded, “Take the robe off, Flynn. Nice and slow, as if you’re trying to seduce me.”

“But it doesn’t take all that much to get you going,” she pouted prettily, her eyes sparkling with laughter even as she shook with nerves. Straightening her spine, she untied the knot and let the edges hang open, revealing a hint of the naked body beneath. She let the material slip off one shoulder but she held it closed as she did a little strip tease. Reaching between his legs with his free hand, he began to stroke his shaft, loving the way Flynn’s lips parted and her eyes grew heavy with desire as she watched him.

Her grip on the robe loosened and the material fell to the bed with no further ado. She kneeled before him like a virgin goddess, naked and trembling and so damn beautiful it made his teeth ache. “Touch yourself.”

Color flooded her cheeks as she tentatively slid her fingers between her legs and lightly touched the neatly trimmed curls. He motioned for her to go on and the color darkened but she slid a finger between her pussy. A soft moan slipped past her lips as she gently rubbed her clitoris and her body began to sway in the rhythm of sex.

As her eyes slid closed, he stepped closer to her and rubbed his cock against her hand, her curls. Zooming in on the contrast between her soft, pale flesh and the hard, angry color of his dick, he wrapped his other arm around her waist and eased her backwards onto the bed. “I’m dying to fuck you now.”

Her legs parted and he kneeled between them. Piling some pillows beneath her hips to raise her lower body, he asked, “Are you ready?”

“Always.”

Her pussy glistened with moisture, and he growled as he aimed the camera downwards. “Look at that pretty,
little pussy, weeping to be filled.”

Grabbing the base of his dick, he slowly pushed it into her tight pussy, loving how the lips stretched around him as her body engulfed him. Heat and wetness cushioned his dick, wrapping it in pleasure. As often as he had fucked her, he didn’t think he’d ever get used to how damned good it felt to be in her. “So wet, so ready for me. Hear the sweet sounds she makes? That’s all for me.”

When he was finally buried deep in her body, he twisted around and set the camcorder on the second tripod. It was focused on the center of the bed and could be controlled by the little remote he now held in his hand. He would have been able to focus on her pussy if he had continued to hold the camera but it was more important to fuck her properly and have the whole of her recorded than it was to focus on only one delectable part of her.

Coming over her, putting a hand on either side of her head, he fucked her slow and sweet and then fast and hard, bringing her close to the edge and then backing off until she was begging him to let her come, making love to her for an eternity. Her nails scored his back as he denied her once again and it sent raging pleasure through his blood. Losing control, he thundered into her body, making her back arch off the bed, making her scream. As her vaginal muscles clamped down on his dick, he thrust one last time and stopped, filling her with his seed. “You’re mine.”

“Yes!” she screamed, tears spilling down her cheeks as emotion and orgasm pulled her under.

Exhausted, he collapsed onto the bed next to her slender body. He gently brushed the tears from her face, smiling at the tired smile she gave him, “That was amazing, Winter.”

“Get some sleep,” he ordered gently but it wasn’t necessary as her breathing evened and she passed out that fast. Running the tip of his finger over her face, tracing the curve of her cheek, the line of her nose, he felt that emotion explode in his chest and fill him with warmth and happiness and contentment. Pressing a soft kiss to her lips, he finally spoke the words out loud, “I love you, Flynn Rogers, and I’m going to make you my wife when all of this crazy shit is done.”

His eyelids drifted shut and it was a good five minutes before he remembered the cameras. “Shit.”

Sliding out of bed, sauntering towards the camera and then the camcorder with his dick swaying between his legs, he bent down and grinned, “She’s all mine.”

Putting the equipment away, he turned off the lights and crawled back into bed with the woman he intended on marrying. Wrapping her in his arms, he fell asleep with a smile on his face and love in his heart.

By the time the guests started to arrive for Storm’s party, Flynn was a mess. Two months of blissful existence had flown by in a haze of pleasure and happiness and at times she was even able to forget about Winter’s deal with Melissa. But then she’d see a magazine with their picture and another headline about an impending wedding or a looming pregnancy and that queasy, sick feeling hit her gut and she freaked a little bit. Winter was always quick to reassure her but it was still difficult seeing the man you love plastered all over the magazines practically
married to another woman. Obviously, whatever plan Melissa was working on wasn’t going to be set into motion until the very last possible moment.

Despite the fact that he had wrapped up filming, it was still difficult to arrange their schedules. If their relationship wasn’t a dirty, little secret, they would have been able to spend oodles of time together. But they agreed not to be seen together in public after an innocent picture of the two of them appeared in a magazine. Even though the article didn’t mention the mystery woman in the photo, since she looked like just another customer at the coffee shop, it was a reality check. The next time, they might not be so lucky.

So no public events.

Because he didn’t own a house in the area, preferring the country where the pirate ship was built, he still lived with Melissa. Flynn went over a few times but the air was thick with quiet tension and it had been too uncomfortable to stay. He had offered to get his own place but it would have been a waste of money since he didn’t actually plan on living in the area after Storm’s party. Flynn could have kicked herself in the ass at least a dozen times for talking him out of wasting his money like that, even though it would have raised too many flags if he were to move out of Melissa’s.

So no alone time at his house.

Then there was her tiny apartment that she shared with Fallon. Winter spent just about every weekend with her, at least the ones he wasn’t hanging with his son. Fallon always acted fine with the arrangement but Flynn still felt guilty just in case it had bothered her sister, especially on those days when Fallon just wanted to wear grungy clothes and pick at some junk food. Luckily, Fallon was spending more and more time at Harry’s place, though Flynn wasn’t sure if Winter invading their apartment was the cause or the excuse.

She once asked Winter why he liked spending so much time at her microscopic apartment and he had told her it was because she was there. It had melted her heart and he had gotten lucky.

They talked on the phone a lot and she learned more about Storm’s parentage, about Winter’s relationship with his family, about his past, about the film industry. Winter also got to learn a little bit more about her. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a lot to tell because she was just starting out and so far, he had been with her through a lot of her major life changes.

As she stood in the window on the third floor watching cars drive up the long, winding drive, strong arms wrapped around her waist and she was being hugged from behind, “Don’t worry about it, love. You’ve done an amazing job and everything is perfect.”

“I’m still nervous,” she admitted, leaning back into Winter’s embrace one last time before the festivities began. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Harry laughing at them as he came out of his room dressed in gleaming cook whites. He had been there since t
he day before prepping and whatnot and the cake that he made was sitting in the walk in fridge so everything was good to go.

“Go change into your pirate costume,” Winter softly ordered. “But leave your panties off. I want to know that you’re walking around with nothing between your lovely pussy and my cock.”

She smiled, “Except for a herd of six and seven year olds, at least fifty celebrities and a severe lack of privacy.”

“There are plenty of places to steal a few minutes and since you’re leaving me tonight…” he trailed off.

“I want to stay but I promised Fallon that we could have a girls’ weekend,” she reminded him. “I do it for you, you know.”

“How so?”

“Okay, I’m doing it for me,” she corrected. “But only because I plan on spending the rest of the week with you.”

“Hmm,” he murmured, thoughtfully, teasingly. “I wonder why that could be.”

“Because all I want for my birthday this year is you,” she told him, turning around in his arms and looking up at him with lust and love burning in her eyes. “I’m thinking naked birthday dinner, naked birthday dancing and naked birthday sex.”

“Right!” he said, suddenly smiling as he teased her. “I get to enjoy a naked birthday girl.”

“Not nearly as much as I am going to enjoy a naked Winter.”

“I think I’m going to start celebrating a little early and steal a kiss at the party, maybe a little more,” he promised. Sliding his hand down the front of her body, he cupped her over her jeans, “Now, go change.”

With that, he smacked her on the ass and sent her off. Reluctantly heading back to her room, she wished that her family was there with her, or at least Fallon was. It would be easier to pretend to be an outsider if she had someone to be on the outside with. Sure, there was Harry but he was going to be insanely busy with the food and directing his small staff. If she were just a normal party planner this would just be another job and she’d just be overseeing all of the pieces and parts.

But she was sleeping with the birthday boy’s father and it wasn’t just another job. It was her first job, it was Storm’s birthday party, it was Winter’s house. She was so out of her comfort zone.

Dressing in the pirate costume, she turned and studied herself in the mirror. In the six months that she had known Winter, she had acquired more confidence, standing straighter, walking taller. He did that for her, allowing her to see what was already there. Smoothing her hands over the flowing sleeves of the shirt, the tight bodice that cinched in her waist and plumped up her breasts, the voluminous material of her skirt, she smiled. She liked the Flynn Rogers staring back at her.

With a hop in her step, she raced down the stairs to make sure everything was progressing as it should. Hopefully everything went as planned because she wanted to be there when they brought Storm around to see the pirate ship, which was freaking amazing. She wanted to be a little boy just so she could explore all of the nooks and crannies her dad had built. Not only were there nooks and crannies but monkey bars and swings and a few slides and a plank that hung out over the pool that was only accessible through a door that Winter could lock up. It was an amazing piece of practical art and she was absurdly proud of her brother for designing it and her father (and his crew!) for building it.

As she skidded to a halt near the pavilion on the side lawn where the tables were set up, all of the air in her lungs disappeared. Winter was standing across the way looking sinfully sexy in a pair of tight leather pants and a billowy shirt that hung open, revealing the hard planes of his chest. She doubted there was ever a pirate that looked as good as Winter but in that moment, all she wanted was a pirate for her birthday. A Winter pirate. His black hair gleamed in the sunlight and even from the distance she could see the whites of his teeth as he smiled at whomever he was talking with.

Forcing her feet to move and her tongue not to drag on the ground, she turned her head a little and saw Melissa and Storm standing next to him. Storm was adorable in an almost exact replica of his father’s costume, only his pants were linen and his shirt was closed. He had a little wooden sword that he was using to fight off an imaginary brigand and Flynn put her fingers to her lips to hide her smile.

Melissa, on the other hand, looked exquisite in a costume that looked like something from the boudoir. It was made of a billowy, pale green material with a tight, rose-colored bustier holding it all together and she looked more like a mythical siren or a mermaid than a pirate. She was smiling at Winter with utter devotion in her eyes and if Flynn didn’t know it was an act, she would have sworn the woman was in love with him. Melissa played the part of his lover so very, very well and not for the first time Flynn wondered how Melissa was going to end things, since today was their last day of their twisted bargain.

There were other guests as well, many she recognized from various films and television shows and she had to
remind herself not to gawk or act like a total mad woman because not everyone appreciated her kind of crazy like Winter did. But then Winter just got her.

Apparently, they had invited every famous actor or actress that had a child around Storm’s age and a few that Flynn knew had no children, including Nolan Mars. Her stomach clenched and she wanted to vomit because as much as she liked to tell herself that she never thought about Halloween night, she had and the only thing that eased the sickly green feeling she got was the fact that she’d never see Nolan Mars again.

Except she forgot the man was almost as famous as Winter and likely to be hanging with the same crowds. She just couldn’t believe Winter would invite him to the party. Pressing her hand against her rebelling stomach, she made her way along the fringes of the crowd, coming to a stop when she saw Trevor Malone sitting at a table by himself nursing a beer. Glancing around to see if anyone else recognized the famous stage actor, realizing they were all even more famous than the talented man, she made her way over to his table and sat down, ignoring the glare he gave her.

“Hi,” she beamed.

“I don’t sign autographs outside of the theater,” he informed her haughtily, his attention returning to drinking his beer and scowling at the other guests.

“I don’t want your autograph.” Crap, she should have held off on saying that in case she could have gotten his autograph for her sister. Oh, well. At the lift of his eyebrow, she leaned forward, blushing when his eyes dropped to her chest and his expression warmed fractionally.

“If you want to sleep with me, you’ll have to do a better job of showing me the goods.”

“Oh, God, I so don’t want to sleep with you,” she said a tad too loudly as a few of the guests turned their heads and gave her an odd look. Lowering her voice, she leaned in closer, “I heard you went to high school with Winter Mitchell.”

The glare was back but now it was positively glacial. Taking a drink of his beer, he bit out, “What of it?”

Glancing around and seeing no sign of Winter, she lowered her voice even more “What was he really like back then?”

Licking his lips, he turned his head away from her. “I’m not comfortable discussing this.”

“He told me he was this huge theater geek,” she continued, eager to learn more about the man she loved, even if she had to pry it out of one of his oldest friends, whose loyalty to Winter she found admirable if not vexing. “But he’s so magnetic and I just can’t imagine him being an outcast. Was he, like, painfully shy?”

“Ignore Miss Rogers,” Winter’s sinfully sexy voice wrapped around her, stealing the air that had just recently returned to her lungs. As he sat in the chair, he reached up and twirled a strand of her hair between his fingers and gave her a warm smile, “She’s trying to rewrite my history to make me something I wasn’t.”

“Winter,” Trevor said with genuine fondness as he reached out and shook Winter’s free hand. Glancing at the fingers in her hair, he pursed his lips and scolded, “I thought you were with Melissa Irish. Isn’t that what is splashed over all of those magazines that feature your ugly mug?”

“Not for much longer,” Winter said through clenched teeth, showing the strain of his faux relationship with Melissa. “But if she doesn’t do something about it soon, I’m going to have to deal with it and I doubt she’d like my method.”

“So I take it you’re involved with this bit of fluff?” Trevor asked with a slight sneer, making Flynn wonder if he had recently been burned, even if Winter had said the guy was a man whore.

“You could say that.” Winter’s eyes gleamed as he looked at her. As if realizing he was touching her, he jerked his hand back to his lap, a hint of color staining his cheeks. “This is Flynn Rogers. Flynn, Trevor Malone, my oldest friend.”

“Who doesn’t sign autographs outside of the theater or sleep with girls unless they do a better job of enticing him,” Flynn added, catching the startled look in Trevor’s eyes as he finally looked at her and
saw
her.

“So, not a bit of fluff,” he conceded, tilting his beer in her direction.