Page 43 of Keeping Winter

“Did you get in an accident?” She sounds as though she’s on the verge of tears.

“No, please don’t freak out. I’m safe. I was able to stop my bike before I got hurt. I promise.” I push off the wall, my eyes snapping open as my heart picks up its pace. This is why I didn’t want to tell her in the first place. “I’m home, okay?”

“Okay,” she sniffles.

“But I’m sending Rico to pick you up. I want you home and safe. The last time they came after me, they went after you too.”

“I’ll let Mallory know I have to leave early. Should I call Starla? Maybe she needs to come too.”

“It won’t hurt to tell her, but I don’t know that being in our vicinity will make her safer,” I point out.

“I’ll let her know.”

“Be ready to leave in a half hour.”

Waiting for Winter to arrive is excruciating. I do my best to distract myself by taking a shower and thoroughly cleaning my wounds. The heat of the water helps ease some of the pain in my ribs, but my head continues to incessantly pound.

As I carefully pull a fresh shirt over my head, groaning with the way my ribs twinge, I hear the front door open, and I step into the hall, eager to see Winter. She appears a moment later, looking like a goddess with the afternoon sunshine casting a glow around her figure.

“Gabe,” she breathes, and then she’s running down the hall.

I step forward to meet her and wrap her in my arms. My ribs groan in protest as I hold her tightly against me, but I don’t care. I need to feel her warm and safe with me. I would do anything to protect her.

“I love you,” she whispers, and when she looks up at me, her eyes shimmer with unshed tears. Then she rises onto her toes, her hands reaching up to gently hold my face as she brings her lips to mine.

I can feel the desperation in her kiss, the way she needs me. I need her, too, to feel every inch of her body in its perfection, to know without a shred of doubt that she is okay. As her body presses against mine, I slowly guide her back toward our bedroom, keeping my palms pressed to the small of her back. She follows me willingly, stepping forward to ensure our lips remain locked.

But as I lead her into the room, I don’t account for our new furniture, and I back into our dresser with a thump. The unexpected obstruction makes me groan as my ribs are momentarily crushed between the wood and Winter’s body. Winter pulls back in horror, her eyes tender as they trail down my body. Her fingers gently track down my chest, sending a ripple of pleasure up my back.

“I’m sorry,” she says, her fingers carefully raising the hem of my shirt to reveal my still-bruised ribs.

“Don’t be. I’m the one who backed into the dresser,” I insist with a light smile. Then I comb my fingers into her fiery locks and draw her to me for another kiss.

Her fingers are delicate as they trace across my skin. This time, she leads me as she walks back toward the bed, carefully lifting my shirt over my head. Then her hands go to my pants, and she’s stripping me in the sexiest, tender way.

I respond in kind, sliding my hands beneath her sweater to feel her soft skin until Winter turns me and presses me onto the bed. Her eyes blaze into mine for a moment before she grips the hem of her sweater and draws it seductively up over her arms and head. Next, she runs her fingers into the waistline of her leggings. She slowly slides them down over her hips, giving me a perfect shot of her cleavage as she bends forward and looks up at me with a coy smile.

She can tell by my exposed cock just how turned on I am, and as soon as she’s naked, she climbs onto the bed to straddle my hips. I try to sit up to kiss her, but she presses a gentle hand on my chest, shaking her head. “You’re hurt,” she insists. “Let me.”

Who can argue with that?Not me when she gives me a look that lights my soul on fire. As her hips shift forward, sliding up my body so she can kiss my neck, her wet slit brushes the underside of my erection. I grip her hips, trying to ignore the throb of my ribs as my breathing quickens.

Winter’s full red lips brush my skin lightly as she presses them against every inch of my skin, running up my neck and jaw to my bruised temple. Her feather touch is so gentle it makes me even harder, and I moan with the intense need to be inside her.

“Did I hurt you?” she asks, her lips leaving me so she can look into my eyes.

I shake my head, a grin spreading across my face. A smile parts her lips, and she resumes her teasing attention. My heart is pounding against my ribs, reminding me of how bruised they are, but I refuse to let her stop. We haven’t had sex since I got out of the hospital because Winter’s been too concerned it would reopen my stitches or hurt me, but right now, I would endure any level of pain to feel Winter wrapped around me.

The tips of her fingers skate down over my pecs and across my ribs as her lips find mine once again, and then her hand wraps around my cock. I groan into her mouth, kissing her more fiercely as I cup the back of her head, forcing her to stay with me. I don’t want her to pull away again to check if I’m okay. I want her to ride me. I need it desperately.

Winter seems to agree, as her hips rise until her hand can guide my cockhead through her slick folds until I press against her entrance. When she eases down on top of me, her pussy clenches deliciously around my length.

“You feel so fucking good,” I growl, my voice coarse with passion.

Winter slowly starts to rock on top of me, allowing my cock to ease in and out of her in the most heavenly way. I don’t know if my fingers pressing into her hips are more to stabilize her or to cling to her so she won’t ever leave.

Everything she does is tender yet captivating, making my balls tighten as my cock throbs inside her. I’ve missed the feel of her warm, wet pussy over these past few weeks. I don’t think I’m going to last long with how sensually she’s riding me.

I can feel her tightening around me too. She needs this as desperately as I do. Running my palms up her curvy body, I cup her face, and when my thumbs brush her cheeks, I feel dampness there.

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