I think my father was here with us tonight. Maybe he always is, and I just haven’t taken the time to feel his presence.
* * *
Winter’s lipsare on mine the second I walk into my townhouse at an ungodly hour the next night. Hell, it’s really morning.
“It’s after three a.m.,” I say to her between kisses. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”
“I was waiting for you,” she says simply.
That’s all I need to hear.
Everything I’ve felt the past forty-eight hours, all the emotions that I’ve been keeping to myself…they all come out.
I put my mouth over hers in an urgent kiss and back her up against the wall. She meets me more than halfway, giving as much as she’s taking.
I lift up the t-shirt she’s wearing of mine and tug at her underwear. As I tug them down her legs, she pulls at my tie.
I practically tear the tie off of me before unbuttoning my dress shirt. I don’t even bother to take it off as I unbuckle my belt and unsnap my pants.
Winter releases my erection from my boxer briefs, and I lift her up. She fits perfectly with me, and her legs lock around my waist as I brace her against the wall.
I want her so badly I’m shaking. I can’t wait to be inside of her, but I need to make sure she’s ready.
“Do you want this?” I ask as I run my finger through her wet center.
“God, yes.” She grips my waist tighter with her legs.
I try to go slowly, but she’s so wet that I slide all the way inside of her in one motion.
And fuck, I’m so hard that with just one thrust, I feel close.
I force myself to slow down and look into her eyes. Her beautiful, blue eyes that see all of me. Not just Hunter Storm the hockey player but Hunter Storm the boy who lost his parents and Hunter Storm the man I am now.
Our gazes stay fastened on each other as I drive in and out of her. Each time she moans, I get closer, and I grip her hips to angle her more tightly against me.
“Hunt…” Winter’s eyes grow unfocused and even more dilated. “I’m going to…oh God, Hunt…I’m…” Her fingernails dig into my shoulders as she cries out her release.
Her eyes never leave mine.
Watching Winter’s eyes change as she comes is the hottest thing ever, and I drive into her harder.
“Fuck.” I drag my finger across her hip and flick her clit lightly. “Win, I’m coming…”
She moans loudly as I release inside her, and as I feel her clench around me, I realize she’s coming for a second time.
I start kissing her as we’re both coming down from our highs.
We kiss for a long time, and I realize how deep in I am with this friends-who-fuck thing we have going on.
“Let’s go to bed and talk properly,” she says in my ear. “I want to hear all about your dad and what the police told Liam.”
Friends-who-fuck is clearly the wrong way to describe Winter and me. The truth is—
I’m in love with her, and she’s leaving.
But I don’t want to rock the boat when neither of us seems certain as to what the future holds.
“Let’s do that,” I say back to her as I kiss her cheek.
