Whispers of Winter: A Limited Edition Collection of Winter Romances

by Nicole Morgan

  “I am going to fuck you all night long.” He promised her. His thumb reached out and brushed against her clit.

  “Fuck me.” Kamiya’s brain exploded at the added spark of Hemi touching her. The orgasm overcame her. Her pussy clamped down on Hemi’s cock. An echoing shout exploded from him as his cock erupted into her.

  Her pussy spasmed as shot after shot of cum filled her. She dropped down onto Hemi’s chest unable to move as her body shook with ecstasy. Both of their chests heaving. Slowly their breathing slowed.

  Kamiya leaned back against the steering wheel, Hemi’s cock still inside of her.

  “It is such a glorious sunset.”

  “I agree.” Hemi leaned forward and kissed her. “We should see what the sunrise will look like.”

  Kamiya smiled sweetly at him. “Yes, we should.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Nothing was able to wipe the grin from Hemi’s face. His and Kamiya’s relationship went beyond his wildest dreams.

  He leaned back in his leather desk chair staring out at the sun reflecting off the building across from him. A silly grin slipped across his face. “Kamiya and my relationship grew stronger the more time we spent together getting to know each other.” It was so strange; he was so used to going through women faster than most people went through coffee. Now, it was different.

  He processed his feelings.

  “We now have a foundation for a solid future set. Something great to build upon.” He tossed a pen back and forth between his hands as he tried to remember a time where he had experienced such feelings.

  Nothing came to mind.

  “What must I do to ensure our future together?” The pathway for the future was laid out before his eyes.

  Hemingway Industries needed to be solid. It was the only way he could ensure a safe and happy future for Kamiya. He was starting to understand the burden Deuce carried all of these years. It was a big responsibility to have some many futures depending on you, especially those of the ones you love.

  Love.

  Something he never thought he deserved. Not after he lost Kamiya all those years ago, but what he experienced today differed from the feelings of his teenage years.

  As a child, his focus had been on their friendship. As an adult, his focus turned to forging a strong relationship with Kamiya. One that will take them into the future as they each blazed their trail like a shooting star across the night sky.

  She brought out a side of Hemi he hadn’t even known he possessed. Hemi never knew he could be in an adult relationship built on more than sex. That he could present another picture to the world than just the one of a playboy with no cares other than himself. Even his previous charity work was receiving more attention than the desire to find out who his latest playmate would be.

  He looked up at the knock on his door. “Hey dad, what brings you down to my office? Slumming?” Hemi joked as his father walked into his office.

  Deuce gave him a faint smile as he sat down on the other side of the desk from Hemi. He sat there gazing out of the window behind Hemi’s desk for a few minutes without speaking. Hemi waited patiently. In the past, he would have been eager to know what his father was going to say, but now he just waited. Letting him take his time. He knew when he was ready his father would say what he had to say.

  Deuce cleared his throat before turning his brown eyes to Hemi. “I just wanted to stop in and say that I am proud of you.” Hemi stared in shock at his father. Of all the things he expected this was the last thing. “There is a new level of maturity about you. I no longer have to worry about leaving Hemingway Industries in your hands when I retire.”

  Deuce stood up, holding his hand out to Hemi to shake. Hemi stood up, walking around his desk until he was on the same side as Deuce. He clasped his hand. He looked into Deuce’s eyes. Hemi saw something he hadn’t seen there in a long time. Respect. Deuce pulled him into a quick hug before releasing him, clearing his throat. “I will catch you later. You and Kamiya come by the house sometime this week and have dinner with your mother and me.” Deuce order before he left Hemi standing stunned in his office.

  Kamiya had done this. She was right. His “First World Problems” were not as important as the future of a strong Hemingway Industries. Once he shifted his priorities things fell into place. His life had new meaning and purpose. A conclusion he wouldn’t have reached without her.

  His thoughts drifted back to this past weekend. He loved working with her at the carnival. Seeing the immediate results of their work stilled bubbled in his stomach. Warmth spread through him at the memories of people thanking him for allowing them to drop him into a huge tank of water. He loved every moment of it.

  Especially the joy on Kamiya’s face at the carnival’s success. The awareness of the plight of homeless teens expanded due to the hard work of her and her team.

  “What’s this?” He picked up the gold trim envelope Brad dropped on his desk as he sat down in one of the chairs opposite of Hemi, in the chair that Deuce had just occupied.

  “One invitation to Mikala Mitchell and Tyler Drew’s wedding taking place this upcoming Saturday. I need a date…you know since my fiancé dumped me.” A slight edge tinged Brad’s carefully controlled tone.

  “Why do you want me to go?” Hemi waved the envelope at Brad, frowning. Brad didn’t have a shortage of female friends, why didn’t he invite one of them to the wedding. “I don’t know the bride or the groom beyond meeting them this weekend.”

  “Ahhh, true, but you do know a certain bridesmaid who will be attending the wedding.” Brad kicked up his feet on the edge of Hemi’s desk reclining back in the chair a big grin on his face. He held out his hand to examine his nails before blowing on them and rubbing them on his chest in satisfaction.

  “This was the Girl’s Night Out party Kamiya was a part of?” Hemi leaned towards Brad waiting for his answer.

  “Yup, that was some pre-wedding women bonding shit.” Brad rolled his eyes at the memory of the women bonding that night.

  “Hot Damn.” Hemi jumped up from his desk. He paced around his office in excitement. “Man, I owe you one.” He knocked Brad’s feet off the edge of his desk, pulling him into a hug.

  “Dude…let go…breathing is a must,” Brad wheezed.

  “Mr. Hemingway,” Dolores cleared her throat from the doorway. Hemi sat Brad back on his feet before turning to her. He was still wearing the huge smile before he saw that Dolores wasn’t alone.

  “Yes, Dolores? How may I help you?” he politely inquired, schooling his features.

  “This gentleman says he has business with you and he will only speak to you.” She frowned over her shoulder at the man standing slightly behind her. Her eyes narrowed.

  Hemi looked him over from head to toe. He wore a badly fitted plain black suit carrying a clipboard and a large manila envelope. He brushed past Dolores before anyone could speak further, rushing up to Hemi.

  “Roman Fitzgerald Hemingway the Third?” he brusquely demanded.

  “And you are?” Hemi quirked his brow at him.

  “Doesn’t matter who I am all that matters is that you have been served.” The man thrust the envelope at Hemi who automatically took it keeping it from dropping to the floor. The man spun on his heels, knocking into Dolores, exiting the office.

  “What the fuck,” Hemi exclaimed. He stared down at the envelope for a few seconds before crossing back towards his desk, grabbing the glass handle letter opener, slicing the envelope open.

  Hemi quickly read over the documents. He swore repetitively as he reread the papers, his gripping tightening on them, before thrusting them at Brad. He paced back and forth across his office, mumbling.

  Fuck.

  Fuck.

  “Fuck.” He shouted, before slamming his fist onto the edge of his desk.

  “Olga Lorenson has named you as the father of her child and is suing you for child support.” Brad sat down abruptly as he continued to read the paperwork. “I didn’t even know she had
the baby."

  “Well, that makes two of us. Damn it; there is no way to keep this from Kamiya.” Hemi stomped over to the gray granite topped minibar on the side of his office and poured himself a large glass of Bourbon. He threw it back in a single gulp before pouring another.

  He downed the full glass before stomping back over to his desk. “Dolores get my lawyer on the phone,” he barked into the intercom. Things were progressing with Kamiya. His wasn’t going to let his future be derailed by some woman who got knocked up by someone else.

  Hemi always protected his partners each and every time they had sex. He supplied his own condoms. It's not that he didn’t trust women, but he heard too many horror stories from friends with money about the length some women went to in order to get pregnant. Looking at their child as a free ride to a life of luxury. He was never going to put his child in such a position. He always came prepared with the right size condoms. He made sure he flushed them down the toilet after use. No throwing them into the garbage to be recovered later. Kamiya was the only woman he ever had any desire not to use a condom with. She was the only woman he wouldn’t mind having a child with.

  He was going to fight this.

  Hemi picked up his desk phone as it started ringing. “Yes,” he answered shortly. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he demanded as the person on the other end spoke. “Okay fine.” He slammed down the phone, pulling out his desk chair, logging onto his computer.

  “What?” Brad leaned forward, still holding the court papers. Hemi ignored him as he typed. His eyes quietly scanned the computer screen. His hand cupped his chin as he tried to absorb what he read. He stood up so quickly causing his desk chair to fall over.

  “I am going to fucking kill the bitch.” He shouted as he grabbed his hair in his hands.

  Brad hurried around the desk to see what set his cousin off this time.

  “Oh shit.” Escaped him as he read.

  @olgalorensonmodel: Congrats to us, we are having a baby girl. @rhemiIII you are going to make a great father.

  “I will contact our PR department and get them on this right away.” Brad picked up his cell, started dialing.

  Hemi picked up the desk phone. “Dolores. Lock down the building. Nobody in or out unless they are a Hemingway Industries employee with an ID badge to prove it.” He dropped the phone and picked up his cell. “Kamiya, I need to talk to you. I love you.” He left the voicemail. He sent her a text message.

  Hemi picked up his chair, sat down and dropped his head into his hand. Fuck his life.

  “Kamiya, why haven’t you been answering your phone?” Tyna asked from the doorway to Kamiya’s office, breathing heavily as if she had just run a mile.

  “Hmmm,” Kamiya answered, nibbling on her lip as she looked over the housing contract. “My phone?”

  “Yes, I have been calling you for the last ten minutes.” Tyna scrambled into the office, flopping down in the seat next to Kamiya at the conference table.

  Kamiya reached into her the pocket of her jacket, hanging on the back of her seat, pulling out her phone. “Oh, I had it on silent during the meeting and forgot to turn it back on.” She looked over the number of text messages, missed calls and voicemails. “Wow, I am popular all of a sudden.”

  “Not you, him.” Tyna turned her phone around and pressed the screen, so a video started playing.

  Kamiya watched as the pretty brunette for the Rag Mag News Show started talking on the screen. “Why would I be interested in some gossip show?” her brows drew together, lips pursed at being interrupted for trash TV.

  “Shut up and listen.” Kamiya gave Tyna a sideways glance before turning her attention back to the TV host.

  …exclusive interview with Olga Lorenson. Olga, I hear there is some exciting news on the horizon for you. The brunette turned to the blonde model with the perfect makeup. Kamiya felt a pang of jealousy at the perfectly done up eyes. The way her lips were outlined in a shocking red lipstick. If she tried such a color she would end up with lipstick on her ear.

  Oh yes, Monica, I am happy to announce that in just a few short months I will be a mother. Olga stood up and turned sideways to show off the large baby bump she was now sporting.

  Congratulations! Monica exclaimed. And who is the lucky father?

  Oh, it is my special guy, Roman Fitzgerald Hemingway the Third. We have been planning a family for a while now. Olga cooed.

  Kamiya dropped her coffee cup at the announcement gaping at the screen. The video of the interview continued to play.

  She didn’t hear anything else after the announcement of Hemi being Olga’s baby daddy.

  “Kamiya? Kamiya?” she heard the voice coming from a distance. She gave her head a hard shake.

  “Huh,” she looked around her eyes landing on Tyna who was gazing at her in concern.

  “Are you alright?”

  “Fine,” Kamiya gritted between clenched teeth.

  “Your phone is ringing.” Tyna pointed out.

  Kamiya looked down to see the name Playboy Bunny pop up on her screen. Oh yeah, just the person she wanted to talk to.

  “Hello,” she managed to answer the phone without yelling. “Hold on just one minute.” She covered the mouthpiece and turned to Tyna. “Will you excuse me I have to take this call.” She waited until a reluctant Tyna got up and dragged her feet to the door. She gave Tyna a brittle smile when she turned back to look at her, as she closed the door behind her leaving Kamiya alone in her office again.

  “Hello,” she moved her hand away from the mouthpiece to speak into the phone.

  “Kamiya, it is not what you think.” Were the first words out of Hemi’s mouth.

  “And what am I thinking.” Kamiya’s jaw started to hurt from where she clenched her teeth tightly.

  “Do you think I would date you knowing I knocked up another woman? The baby isn’t mine.” Hemi’s voice firm as he asserted his innocence in any wrongdoing.

  “Did you have sex with this woman?” Kamiya dreaded asking this question, but she had to know.

  “Yes, I did.” Hemi admitted, “But we always used protection.”

  “Even condoms are not one hundred percent foolproof.” She pointed out the obvious, “so there is a possibility that you are this woman’s baby’s father.”

  “There is not. You are the only woman I ever had sex with that I did not use a condom.” Each word Hemi spoke to Kamiya was like a sledgehammer breaking apart a rock.

  “I think until you know for sure you need to concentrate on her.” Kamiya quietly suggested to Hemi.

  “Kamiya…Kamiya…don't hang up. I love you, Kamiya.” Hemi yelled through the phone as Kamiya disconnected the call. She laid her head down on the conference table weeping silent tears as once again she felt the love of her life slip through her fingers, again.

  Chapter Twelve

  The door to Kamiya’s loft opened. She didn’t even move from under the blanket as she laid on the sofa where she had been eating ice cream and feeling sorry for herself.

  She blinked quickly when the blanket was snatched off her head, and sunlight hit her eyes. She looked up. Groaning she rolled over and buried her face in the back of her sofa.

  “Go away.” She told Mikala.

  “Get up and stop feeling sorry for yourself,” Mikala demanded as she picked her way through the empty food wrappers surrounding Kamiya’s sofa.

  “Go away.” She growled again.

  “Nope. I left you alone for the past two weeks to wallow in your misery now it is time for you to get up and get dressed. My rehearsal dinner is tonight, and as my bridesmaid, you have an obligation to be there no matter how much of a whiny baby you want to be.”

  “I am not being a whiny baby,” Kamiya whined.

  “Honey, I love you to death, but all you are doing is feeling sorry for yourself.” Mikala pointed out. “And if you don’t eat real food soon your bridesmaid dress is not going to fit, and it is too late to get it altered.”

  “Your just here bec
ause your wedding is tomorrow.” She sulked.

  “Yup,” Mikala cheerfully agreed as she went into Kamiya’s bedroom. She returned a few minutes later with some clothes. “Get up whiny.”

  “Hey just because you found your perfect guy and is going to marry him, doesn’t give you the right to ruin somebody else funk,” Kamiya yelled at Mikala as Mikala pulled her off of the sofa.

  “Hey, you found your perfect guy. You’re just too much of a chicken shit to fight for him.”

  “Wh…at?” Kamiya gaped at her.

  “You heard me. Chicken. Shit.”

  “How dare you?” Kamiya hopped up from the sofa swinging at Mikala. Mikala stepped back out of Kamiya’s way. Kamiya never could throw a decent punch.

  “Yep, instead of standing by your man in his time of need you are huddling under a blanket drowning your sorrows in…Fudge Brownie Ripple.” She read the empty ice cream container sitting on Kamiya’s coffee table. A round wet ring surrounded the carton.

  “That’s because I am in love with a cheating man-whore,” Kamiya shouted at Mikala.

  “How can it be cheating if it happened long before you started dating,” Mikala shouted back.

  “Fuck you and your logic,” Kamiya shouted before she collapsed back on the sofa in defeat. “You are right.”

  “Damn Right. I am right.” Mikala pulled Kamiya off of the sofa. Shoved the clothes into her hand and pointed her in the direction of the bathroom. “Get dressed time is a wasting.”

  Kamiya got up holding the clothes heading to the bathroom. When she emerged forty-five minutes later, her apartment was cleaned, and she felt like a new person. “Now what oh fearless leader?” the sarcasm just rolled off her tongue.

  “Now we talk about your man problem.” Mikala sat down on her sofa, handing Kamiya a cup of coffee.

  “I don’t have a man.” Kamiya sat at the opposite end from Mikala.

  “That’s because you are too chicken shit to claim the one that is right in front of you.” Mikala leaned over and sat her coffee cup down on the coffee table. “Look I realize your mother told you it was time for you to let go of your childhood crush on Hemi, but nowhere in there did she say not to have an adult relationship with him. You know the thing that has been developing over the last few months. So, you can choose to either continue to mope around here eating ice cream or you can woman-up and go get your man. Are you truly going to allow some blonde bimbo with big ta-tas to steal him from you?”