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her face, gently brushing it all to the right side of her
head and right shoulder. I caught sight of the side of her cheek. And then she
curved her neck, just a little, exposing skin, testing my hunger to taste her.
    “ I ’ m right here, ” I said. “ I ’ m
not going to lie to you. Expect that from me. And if you don ’ t want to open up to me anymore
than you have, that ’ s fine.
I ’ m just trying to help
you. To protect you. You could have been killed today. If you were alone … and you hurried to your car to
get away. I mean, it was a terrible set up because your car wouldn ’ t have been there if you were
alone. Even still. Someone was there. Where was the fucking MC then? ”
    “ Probably
drinking. Worried about who gets to fuck me next. ”
    I felt a rage of jealous anger
surge through my body. I squeezed at Winter ’ s
arms. She let out a purring sigh. I shut my eyes and told myself no. The women
I fucked were one night stands. They lingered after the fights and sometimes
were paid for by Aldo as an extra prize for me.
    This couldn ’ t …
    My lips brushed Winter ’ s neck. The tip of my tongue
flirted with her skin. I pulled my mouth away. I saw Winter ’ s bottom lip tremble. I kissed
her neck again. I pulled her body tighter to mine. My cock thickened, pressing
hard against my jeans and just as hard against Winter ’ s lower back. I knew she could feel me and she didn ’ t jump away in shock.
    Fuck.
    I flickered my tongue at her neck
and kissed one last time.
    I then opened my hands and stepped
back.
    I let out a long breath. “ Shit. Darling. ”
    Winter turned. She put one hand to
my face. Then in a bold move she put her other hand between my legs and tried
to cup my hard dick.
    “ Don ’ t fight it for too long, ” she whispered. “ We might be dead soon. ”
    Christ, if that wasn ’ t the most desperate and
romantic thing I ’ d ever
heard in my life.
    My hands touched her waist. I
slipped my fingers under her shirt, touching her soft and warm skin. My hand
moved across her belly, my thumb touching her belly button. Her stomach tensed
and she gasped. She was fucking ticklish.
    Slowly, I moved both hands up her
shirt, grabbing it, wanting the damn thing off her body. Winter lifted her arms
and her shirt went up and over her head. It dropped to the floor. Her breasts
were beautiful, pushing so heavily against her white laced bra. There was
something innocent about the color white and it completely went against
everything that was happening with me and her.
    I couldn ’ t take my eyes off her tits. I wanted to rip her
bra off and devour her.
    Winter let out a cry of pain and I
opened my hands. That ’ s
when I saw the bruise on her left shoulder. My left hand touched her belly
again and I spun her so her shoulder was facing me.
    God, her fucking tits were
amazing. They way they bounced when I moved her …
    “ What
happened? ” I asked. “ Did one of those fuckers touch
you? ”
    Winter looked at me, her face
flushed. “ No. You did it. ”
    “ Me?
What? ”
    I thought about the night before.
Being drunk. Did something happen? Did I hurt her? No fucking way. I ’ d never touch a woman like that.
Not after everything I ’ d
been through. No way …
    “ Tripp? ”
    I shook my head. “ What? What happened? How did I …”
    Winter turned to face me again. Her
tits were calling to me, but I forced to keep my eyes to hers. It was killing
me from the inside.
    “ When
we went into the house, ” she said. “ You saw Harlan
on the couch and pushed me out of the way. I fell into the wall and hit my
shoulder. ”
    “ Jesus
Christ, darling, ” I said. I
touched just below the bruise. “ I ’ m so sorry. I ’ d never …”
    “ I
believe you, ” she said. “ You didn ’ t mean to. You were protecting me. ”
    The bruise took up most of her
shoulder. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to it. Winter jumped, winced,
and groaned. Her hand shot to the back of my head, her fingers