Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
I’d called my sister, Rae, and asked her what the fuck was wrong with me. She’d laughed and told me I’d finally been properly speared by Cupid’s arrow.
Being hit with an arrow hurt like hell.
“You,” I said in a voice rough from sleep. “All I want is you.” My eyes stung just looking at Winter’s beautiful face. In the three and a half weeks we’d spent together in Aster Valley, I’d learned so much about him. He was kind and giving, funny and smart. He cared about his patients and about making people’s lives better. He was curious about the world around him and took pleasure in wandering aimlessly through the wintery forest behind the cabin or window-shopping in town.
It was so cliché, but he really was everything I’d never known I wanted or needed.
And I needed him like air. Like water. Like singing.
He looked nervous and flustered at my words. “I’m yours for the taking. You have to know that by now,” he said softly. “But…”
My stomach rolled. “But?”
I saw him reach out to scratch Dillie on the head. “But, I mean… you’re a famous musician. You live a big life. I don’t really know how…”
“I have ideas,” I said, trying to allay his fears. “I want to talk to you about them when we see each other again. You’re going to stay with me in LA. Okay?”
He smiled with excitement. “I get to see your fancy house and the view? Can I meet Uncle Doran, too?”
I nodded. Doran had patiently listened to me talk about Winter nonstop on this trip. Every time I brought Winter’s name up again, I expected Doran to roll his eyes, but instead, he smiled affectionately at me. “About time,” he said at one point.
“Doran is going to knock me over in his effort to get to you. He’s heard so much about you, he probably feels like you’re best friends at this point.”
Winter looked surprised. “Really? You told him about me?”
I closed my eyes and laughed. “You really don’t get what I’m saying, and I find that pretty adorable.”
“I don’t want to be adorable. I want to be hot and sexy,” he teased.
I pulled down the sheet to show him my morning wood. “You’re that, too.”
Winter’s eyes turned molten. “Fuck.” He scrambled off the sofa and into the bedroom where I got intermittent flashes of him shucking his clothes. He finally got on the bed and propped the phone where I could see him.
This wasn’t the first time we’d had video sex even though every time felt as hot as the first.
I opened my mouth to tell him what to do. I’d discovered early on that he loved it when I took that role. But this time he beat me to it and changed the game.
“I want to see your hole,” he breathed, reaching for his cock with lube-slicked hands. I immediately moved my phone for a better angle for him. “I want to jack off while you finger yourself. I want to imagine your fingers are my dick and I’m shoving it inside your hot nggghh.” He groaned and rolled his eyes back as his dick jerked in his hands. “Fuck, just like that.”
I spit on my fingers and teased him by teasing myself for the camera. He made incredibly dirty noises as his stroking sped up, and my dick got even harder. Pink streaks painted his neck and chest, and his heavy breathing filled my ears. The purple tip of his cock peeked in and out of his grip as he stroked.
This was going to be quick and dirty.
“Fucking your tight hole feels so good,” he slurred. “Want to do it all night. I think about the time I fucked you outside. Your hands on the porch railing and the snow coming down.”
Memories of that hot night filled my head. The fear of being caught by someone driving by. The rough bite of the wood against my hands as I braced myself and the bitter cold air on my hot skin as he worked me over. The images were enough to bring my release to the edge. I spit in my hand again and moved my hand to my dick.
“Come for me,” I said in a gruff voice. “Come inside me. Fill me up with your hot spunk until it runs down my legs all day.”
“Fuck. Oh god.” His body clenched and then spasmed, white jets shooting from his dick and landing on his chest and belly. I could almost smell the warm scent of his release on his sweaty skin.
My own climax hit just as hard. I cried out his name and tried to prolong the incredible feeling with extra pulls and squeezes. When I finally relaxed into the bed and opened my eyes again, the look on Winter’s face was indescribable. The emotion between us felt alive with an electric combination of desire and promise.