Page 44 of Keeping Winter

“Are you crying?” I ask, my heart constricting painfully.

She releases a breathy laugh. “I’m just so relieved you’re alive.”

“I’m right here, love,” I promise. “No one can ever make me leave you.”

Winter seems to be reassured by my words because her lips capture mine again, and her hips grind more passionately into me. Still, she’s as gentle as can be, her hands never pressing into my ribs or brushing against the cut on my head.

I can feel myself edging closer to release, and Winter is right there with me as her gasps become more labored, her moans growing louder.

“Come for me, princess,” I whisper, knowing I can’t hold on any longer.

Winter cries out as her pussy pulses around me, drawing me deeper inside her, and I explode, releasing my seed deep in her core as I release shuddering breaths. My head swims momentarily as all the blood drains down through the veins of my cock. She doesn’t stop riding me until the last of our residual ecstasy ends, and I close my eyes tight as I try to ignore the aching in my ribs. As we catch our breath, Winter gently presses her forehead to mine, keeping me inside her even as I start to soften.

When she finally shifts off of me, I immediately miss her presence, but she snuggles beside me, tucked beneath my arm. And suddenly, I feel heavy with exhaustion. All I want to do is fall asleep with my girl in my arms.

18

Winter

Gabe and Dallasare finally back on their feet enough that Starla plans on heading back to Blackmoor at the end of this weekend. While I will miss her and her ever-kind, loving presence like crazy, I know she has her own life to go back to. But somehow, I get the sense that she wants to leave about as much as I want her to go.

“Let’s go shopping this weekend,” Starla suggests over breakfast. “I want to help pick out a few things for the baby, and then we need to find you a wedding dress. I don’t want to leave you with all the decisions and work for planning the wedding once I’m gone.”

“That sounds fun!” I smile. We still only have a modest bank account, but Mallory told me about a little second-hand wedding dress shop in town that has good stuff, so maybe we can go there.

“That seems like something I’m not invited to,” Gabe observes.

“Yeah, no stinky boys invited,” Starla teases. “Dallas, you can come if you want to,” she adds with a twinkle in her eye.

“Does that make me not stinky or not a boy?” he asks, his lips curling with humor.

Starla shrugs innocently.

“Well, thanks for the offer, but I think I’ll be moving back over to the clubhouse today. I might not be fully functional for a few more weeks,” he says, raising his cast, “but I think I’ll manage on my own.”

“Your loss,” I joke lightly.

Gabe rises from the table, his breakfast plate empty, and kisses my forehead before heading to the kitchen sink. “You girls have fun today. Just be careful. And call me if you need anything.”

“We will,” I promise. Nothing more has happened in the week following Gabe’s bike being tampered with, but it feels like every day, I wake with fear resting heavily on my chest, waiting for the next attack.

I know Gabe is feeling it too. He’s had the boys guarding the house and the club religiously, and he’s been trying to track down leads as to who this might be, but so far, nothing’s become clear.

Starla and I head out a short while later, and she drives us into town to the little shop called Tots and Things. As soon as we walk in the door, my heart melts at the sight of the baby clothes hanging on a rack.

“Oh my gosh, look at this!” I gasp, pulling a little onesie off the rack that has Dancing Queen printed on it with a little ballerina embroidered below.

“Okay, that’s adorable. And look at these little shoes!” Starla holds up a pair of moccasins that are smaller than the palm of my hand.

“How are we supposed to pick anything in this store?” I ask. “I just want one of everything.”

“Done.” Starla smiles widely, making me laugh.

“Someday maybe, but not today.”

Nodding, Starla looks around. “Bibs, that’s definitely on the list, and bottles. Max says you’ll probably want pacifiers too.”

Hearing that Starla has talked to Max, one of the Devil’s Sons mothers back in Blackmoor, makes me feel a huge sense of relief. I have no clue what I’m doing here. Left up to my own devices, I might spend my whole budget on baby clothes.

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