Red Hot Winter Page 7

  Me: Why the LONG face?

  She smirks and darts her gaze to Coach before looking down at her phone to reply back.

  Jenna: Ha. You’re so punny. Just stressed.

  Me: Duh. You have bags under your eyes and you’re twitchy. What’s up?

  She frowns and stifles a yawn.

  Jenna: You don’t want to know.

  Me: I do…otherwise I wouldn’t ask. Don’t be so difficult. Spill.

  Jenna: It’s complicated.

  I let out a snort, causing Coach to whip around and give the evil eye to every kid in this class. When he’s intimidated us long enough, he goes back to the board.

  Me: You’re so grumpy and secretive. Lucky for you, I have the patience of a saint. Now tell me what the hell is wrong with you before I get us both sent to detention where I can spend an hour bugging it out of you.

  The brat flips me off and I bite back a grin.

  We ignore Coach’s lecture as we text back and forth. She’s finally opening up to me, but I feel like she really needs to unload. Texting in the middle of Coach’s class isn’t going to be enough so I ask her to meet me after school for coffee.

  Me: I should get home to Cora.

  Winter: I’m sure Cora will be fine for half an hour. Want to check first and let me know?

  I stare down at my phone and curl my lip up.

  Callie: You should come out with us tonight.

  It’s awkward being with her dad. We can’t exactly double date because that’s just weird. But she’s also my best friend.

  Me: Coach is trying to kill me so I have tons of homework. Raincheck.

  She sends me some sad face emojis but lets it go. I shut off my car and look out the window to the coffee shop. My world feels so turned upside down right now. Callie has been my best friend my entire life, but lately, we’re not as close. Since I can be kind of a cold bitch sometimes, I don’t keep too many friends.

  And yet here I am making time for a friend for coffee. Between helping Lauren the other day and now worrying over Jenna, I can’t help but wonder if August has softened me up.

  I read over his last text and smile.

  August: I miss you.

  He’d sent it at some point during the day. I know he’s been swamped with court cases. The fact that he took time out to not only miss me but tell me about it means more than he’ll ever know.

  I climb out of my car and rush inside the coffee shop. In the corner, Jenna sits looking unsure of herself. She’s pretty in a simple sort of way. Where Callie is the cute, rich cheerleader type, Jenna has natural beauty. Fire burns behind her eyes. For what, I don’t know. I just see determination glinting behind her sadness and frowns. She’s a foster kid with crappy clothes and no one who cares. I can just relate to her more than Callie right now.

  Jenna is lost. I’m a little lost too.

  She smiles at me and I can’t help but grin at her. A guy in a business suit blatantly checks my tits out as I walk toward the counter. I can’t help but smirk knowing if August were here, the guy wouldn’t have the balls to look at me. August has this aggressive aura that ripples from him. Protective and possessive. I love that about him. I mean, it makes him sort of an asshole sometimes, but he’s my asshole.

  I order a couple of coffees and then fix one of them up with cream and sugar for her since I seriously doubt she loves black, soulless coffee like me. Once I have hers a nice golden brown, I make my way over to her and sit down.

  “Wow,” I tell her as I sit and pass her the coffee. “You should smile a little more often. I didn’t know you even could.”

  She sticks her tongue out at me. “Brat.”

  “There’s the girl I fell in love with,” I tease.

  We spend the next half hour chatting. I learn that she’s in a new foster home that she actually likes, but what has her panties in a bunch is one of the other foster girls. Cora. She loves little Cora and doesn’t want to be separated from her when she turns eighteen soon. It’s heartbreaking to listen to her talk about her, tears freely streaming down her cheeks.

  As she goes on, I learn she has a major crush on her social worker, Enzo. And from the sounds of it, he’s hot for her too. She doesn’t need that complication in her life, but it seems like one she’s actually happy to have.

  “I’ll do whatever it takes to provide for Cora,” she tells me finally, her eyes no longer teary but fierce.

  The fire.

  It’s for Cora.

  I find it really shitty that the one person who loves Cora the most won’t be considered fit by the system to have her. My mind jumbles at all the Ts she’ll have to cross and all the Is she’ll have to dot just to make that little girl hers. It’s a good, solid reminder of why I want to study law. I want to help people who need someone strong and on their team to fight for them. Cases like Jenna and Cora are ones I would take in a heartbeat.

  “My boyfriend’s an attorney. If you want, I’ll ask him if he can help you.” I smile at her. August will do it. He’ll see their sad story and want to help. He’s a good man like that.

  “Really?” she shrieks, putting Callie’s cheerleader lungs to shame. Suit guy nearby stops looking at my tits long enough to shoot her a disgusted look. “I’d be so thankful.”

  “No problem. Now tell me more about this daddy of yours,” I urge. “You’re like a walking Maury Povich show.”

  We chat for a little while longer as she spills more of the shit she’s weighed down with it. Some of it makes me worry for her, but that fire in her eyes tells me she’ll be okay in the end. She just needs a friend. Like me.

  “You know,” she says with another pretty smile, “you have a warm heart for an ice queen.”

  I shoot her a wicked grin. “Yeah, well, don’t tell anyone my secret.”

  “Your secret is safe with me.”

  “Yours are safe with me too.”

  August

  It’s sad watching them grow apart. For so long, Callie and Winter were thick as thieves. Even after the divorce and things got weird. Callie and Winter were in their own little bubble of sisterly friendship. But now Callie’s dating Landon and Winter is with me. I hate that there seems to be a divide between them, but I’m not sure I’ll be the one to fix it.

  Her phone pings with another text.

  Jenna: Coach Long is a sadist. Thank God that assignment is over.

  She ignores Callie’s text while she replies to Jenna with a bunch of laughing emojis.

  I like Jenna. She’s been a good person to fill the void now that Winter and Callie have drifted some. It was a surprise when I found out the girl from school who Winter wanted me to help was the same girl I was already helping for a favor to Enzo. Small world, that’s for damn sure.

  “You have homework this weekend?” I ask, nuzzling my face into Winter’s hair.

  She sighs as she finally replies to Callie that she doesn’t want to come over to a party at Landon’s house tomorrow night. “Yeah. Huge report.”

  Liar, liar.

  It’s her excuse every time Callie invites her to do something. This has been going on for months now.

  “You should go,” I tell her. “Callie misses you.”

  Her body twists around to face mine. “I want to stay with you.”

  I kiss her lips that are red and bitable today. “Are you obsessed with me?”

  It’s a joke, but it’s a reminder of what Jackie had said to me. I hate that woman and the poison she continually tries to infect everyone with. Keyword: tries. Callie seems fairly immune and I chalk that up to having more my personality than Jackie’s. I’m immune because Jackie is a cunt and I have no time or patience for cunts. It’s Winter and Tony who seem to have gotten tainted with her words. Winter is just edgy enough sometimes that I can tell Jackie’s words fuck with her mind. And Tony…he sold his soul to the devil because she’s a nice piece of ass. I wonder if he regrets that part of that “sale” meant his only daughter was part of the bargain.

  “I’m not obsesse
d with you. It’s the other way around, stalker,” she sasses back.

  I lift a challenging brow as I reach between us. Her breath comes out soft and needy when I rub her clit through her yoga pants. “I’ll let you come if you admit you’re obsessed with me.”

  “Maybe I don’t want to come, asshole.”

  I laugh. “You’re a terrible liar.”

  She bites on her bottom lip and shoots daggers at me. Her hips roll with each of my movements, eager for the pleasure she knows I have to offer.

  “Fine,” she grumbles. “Now make me come.”

  “So bossy,” I say with a chuckle. “Promise me you’ll go to that party tomorrow night.”

  “You’re cruel,” she huffs. I’d think she was mad, but her eyes flutter as she gets nearer to orgasm.

  “You like it when I’m mean,” I argue playfully. “My sweet girl loves to be challenged.”

  She whimpers. “Mmmm.”

  “Say you’ll go…”

  “I’ll go…”

  I take her over the edge of bliss. My dick is hard in my sweatpants, but I’ll deal with it later in the shower. Once she’s relaxed again, I stroke her hair from her eyes. I’ve never been with anyone like Winter. Not even fucking Jackie back when she was nicer. Winter is good for my soul. She soothes an ache deep inside of me that I never allowed myself to focus on before.

  I know the emotion. I know it well. I just didn’t expect to know it so soon with Winter.

  Love.

  Love sneaks up on you, shackles you, and takes you prisoner.

  But it isn’t bad. No, love is good.

  “Come on,” I tell her as I pull her into my arms and stand. “If you want me to make gentle love to you before dinner, I need at least two hours to make you scream in pleasure.”

  She laughs as I carry her through the condo. “Who said I wanted gentle?”

  I toss her on the bed and she flips me off.

  “Take off those clothes, Winter. I’m going to fuck you so sweet you’re going to beg me to hurt you.”

  She strips out of her clothes and burns me with her best “come and get it” stare. Boy do I want to fucking get it and come. I yank off my clothes with vigor and then stroke my aching length as I admire her curvaceous body.

  Her palms grab her tits and she roughly pinches her nipples.

  “Slow and sweet and fucking gentle,” I taunt.

  She shakes her head. “And here I was going to ask you to put it in my ass tonight.”

  My dick jolts in my grip. I’ve slipped my thumb in her tight asshole plenty of times, but not my dick. “You always have to win, don’t you?”

  “Always,” she breathes as she rolls over onto her stomach and then does some porn star move that makes me nearly come right then. She pushes her ass into the air toward me, sliding her palms along the bed. Then, she stretches back out, straightening her body. When she teases me with her ass again, I smack it hard.

  “It’s going to hurt,” I warn her, my voice husky as I reach into the nightstand for lube.

  She wiggles her butt at me. “Maybe I want it to hurt.”

  “I’ll make you cry.” I pour a generous amount of lube into my hand and then rub it on my dick. “Don’t even lie to me telling me you want to cry. I know you hate that shit.”

  “Talk, talk, talk. That’s all you do,” she purrs, pushing her ass back toward me. “No wonder you make a good attorney.”

  I push a lubricated finger against the pucker of her ass. “Keep talking trash, sweetheart.”

  She moans when I press into her. I fuck her slowly with my longest finger until she’s good and primed. Then, I add another finger to the party. She squirms and I can feel her ass tighten around my fingers.

  “Learn to relax those muscles,” I instruct. “My dick is a lot bigger than this. And contrary to that mouth you run all the time, I know you don’t want me to hurt you.”

  She’s quiet as I fuck her ass with my two fingers. I try to add a third, but the way she grips the comforter and shudders has me stopping.

  “Too much?”

  “No,” she lies.

  I ease my fingers out of her and then playfully pop her ass cheek. “Come on. I’ll fuck you in the shower.”

  “No,” she grumbles. “I want to do this. You’re not going to hurt me.”

  I shake my head as I grip her hips and pull her legs off the edge of the bed. “It will hurt, which is why we’re not going to do it right now.”

  She rubs her ass against my dick and looks over her shoulder at me. Defiance shines in her pretty chocolate eyes. “I can handle it. I want it, August. I want you. Everywhere.”

  “We can try, but I really don’t think you’re ready, babe. No bullshit.”

  “Please,” she mutters. “Just try.”

  I let out a heavy sigh as I grab my cock. I tease my tip along her crack as I pour more lube on her ass. Slowly, I press the head of my dick against her tight hole. Her breath catches, but she doesn’t move away. It’s fucking mesmerizing to watch her body stretch to accommodate my size. She makes choked sounds, but the stubborn thing refuses to tell me she can’t handle it.

  “It hurts,” I tell her. “I can tell it hurts.”

  “Don’t stop,” she hisses.

  I try not to black out with pleasure. She feels incredible gripping my cock. One day she’ll be ready enough I can truly fuck her this way. Unbeknownst to her, we’re not even close to being ready.

  “Owww,” she whimpers. Then, she grumbles, “Don’t stop.”

  I bite on my bottom lip to keep from laughing at her bossiness. Slowly, I push into her until I bottom out completely. Her body trembles and she’s damn near pulling the blankets off the bed as she fists them. Instead of driving in and out of her like I want, I reach around to her front to touch her clit. She’s stiff at first, but all it takes is a few expert pinches to her bundle of nerves to have her whimpering once more in pleasure. Each time she gets close to her orgasm, her ass clenches. I ease out a little and then push back into her.

  She cries out. It’s a strangled sound of pleasure mixed with pain. I strum her clit to the point of no return, enjoying the way she detonates beneath me. I ease my cock out almost all the way out. Just the head remains inside her.

  I stroke the base of my dick until my nuts seize up in pleasure. I come inside her tight little ass with just the tip of my cock sticking inside. She whines at the burst of heat that’s no doubt stinging her insides. Once I’ve drained my release, I pull out the rest of the way and smile at the way her asshole gapes for just a second before it clenches closed tight. It’s raw and red and used.

  “You’re perfect, Winter. You’re fucking perfect and you’re mine.”

  She moans when I grip her ass cheeks hard and spread them. Her asshole opens slightly.

  “You can’t keep that cum in there forever,” I growl. “You can’t get pregnant that way.”

  A giggle erupts from her. “You’re a dickhead.”

  “A dickhead who’s going to stand here and watch you force his come back out of your ass. Come on, babe, show me how dirty you can be.”

  She clenches her ass cheeks and white, milky cum seeps from her ass. I collect it with my thumb and then push it back inside her.

  “August!” she cries out.

  I laugh at her outburst. “Turns out, I lied. I want you to keep my cum inside of you. I want it dripping out of you for the rest of the night. Every time you laugh or cough or sneeze, I want you to be reminded of me.”

  “I hate you,” she grumbles as she starts to crawl away from me on the bed.

  I pounce on her and pin her to the mattress. My cock hardens against her ass. “You don’t hate me at all, sweetheart. Not even a little bit. And the feeling is fucking mutual.”

  My fingers run down her ribs and she squeals with laughter. It’s immediately followed by a groan.

  “Oh my God. It’s really going to do that, isn’t it?”

  I chuckle as I slide my hand to her ass, rubbi
ng at the wetness there now. “Yep. And I’m going to keep doing this.” I push the cum back against her hole.

  “You’re so damn dirty, August Miller.”

  “I’m not the one who keeps letting someone push cum back into their asshole.”

  She manages to escape my clutches and rushes into the shower. I stalk after her. We clean our filthy bodies, but our filthy minds forever remain tainted.

  “Are you done trying to push me out of your body?” I ask with an arched brow.

  “You’re so gross. This is gross.”

  “You like it,” I taunt. “If I knew you’d let me, I’d put my tongue there and taste myself on you.”

  She gapes at me in horror. “You would not.”

  “I would.”

  “Liar.”

  “I don’t lie to you, babe.”

  “That’s disgusting.”

  “Not to me.”

  “August…”

  Her lack of words tells me she’s curious. I kneel down before her under the spray of the shower and grip her hips. “Turn around and show me what’s mine.”

  She twists and faces the wall.

  “Bend over and put your hands on the bench,” I command.

  As soon as she complies, I spread her cheeks apart with my hands. I press a kiss to her asshole and then I tease her there with my tongue.

  “Weird, oh my God, that’s weird, August!”

  “It’ll feel weirder inside,” I offer.

  She groans but pushes against my hot tongue. The moment my tongue slides inside her on an eager hunt for salty remnants of my release, she whimpers.

  “Wowwwww.”

  I slide out so I can bite her ass cheek and say, “It feels better than my dick, huh?”

  “Oh yessssss,” she drawls out when I push back into her.

  She lets me fuck around in her asshole with my tongue until the water turns cold. Then, in a wild, feral frenzy, I fuck her against the tile wall until I fill her pussy up too.

  I’ll never get tired of having this girl.

  Fucking never.

  Winter

  Landon’s house is filled to the brim with people. His dad is out of town for work, so he’s decided to go all out. It feels like the whole damn school is here. I’m annoyed that August isn’t here with me. I’d wanted him to come, but that wouldn’t have been awkward or anything. Callie would have died from embarrassment if I’d brought her dad to her boyfriend’s St. Patrick’s Day kegger. When he dropped me off, I didn’t want to get out of the car. But he promised me he’d be back in a few hours to get me. He has some work to do at the office and prefers to do it when no one is there. I think it’s just an excuse to force me to go to this dumb party.