Winter's Heart

by Warneke, A. C.

  He broke his promise to her dad the first night but it wasn’t entirely his fault.

  “Winter,” Flynn purred, crawling across the bed in a sleek, black nightie. “I have an itch that only you can scratch.”

  “That’s cheesy, love,” he said, trying to remain casual even though his dick was straining against his underwear, which he had to wear to try to have some self-control around his exquisite temptress. He hated the feel of underwear.

  Flinging herself onto her back, she looked up at him and stuck her lower lip out in a pretty pout, “You’ve already had me and we’re going to be getting married in a few days. Why wait?”

  “I’m trying to do the honorable thing here, Flynn,” he said solemnly.

  “And the honorable thing would be to put me out of my misery,” she returned, rolling onto her side and running her hand along his thigh. “It’s been an entire month, Winter.”

  “It’s only for a few more days,” he managed to say almost calmly since his teeth were starting to clench together as his entire body clenched.

  “At least take the underwear off,” she crooned.

  “Hell no,” he said vehemently. “If the underwear comes off, I’ll fuck you.”

  “I know,” she said with a pleased little smile. She put her hand over his erection and gave it a gentle squeeze, making him hiss through his teeth. Looking up at him through lowered lashes, his control already hanging on by a frayed thread, she purred, “You can tie me up and spank me.”

  “You’re trying to kill me,” he breathed.

  “I’m trying to get laid,” she pouted, rubbing his erection through his underwear. His fucking dick was peeking over the top of the band and the little minx took advantage of it, bending her head forward and running her tongue along the leaking slit.

  His hand automatically went to her head, brushing through her silky hair as she licked the head of his penis. It didn’t register until it was too late that she had tugged his underwear down and released his erection. Her warm hands wrapped around the shaft and her hot mouth wrapped around the head and his hips arched off the bed as he gasped, “You said you’d let me tie you up.”

  “And spank me,” she corrected, releasing his erection and sitting up on her knees. Heightened color kissed her cheekbones as her nipples pebbled into two hard buds. Watching him with gleaming eyes, she asked, “How do you want me?”

  “Any way I can have you,” he blurted before he could stop himself. At her shy smile, he felt as if he could take on the world. Grabbing her around the waist, he flipped her onto his lap, loving the way her breath hitched and she gave a breathy little moan. He smoothed his palm over the curve of her ass, loving the shape of it, the feel of it. Pulling the silky panties down, he lightly tapped her right cheek.

  She looked over her shoulder and glowered at him, obviously expecting more. Chuckling, he murmured, “I’ll be tying you up before I get going, love. I just wanted a little touch.”

  He set her on her feet and slowly raised the silky nighty over her head, his breath catching in his chest near his heart as he looked down at her naked body. In the time that they had been apart, she had lost a little weight but he’d make sure she gained it back. If necessary, he would take her to Harry’s three times a day for a month.

  Dragging a finger over her pebbled nipple, he rasped, “You are exquisite, Flynn.”

  A delicate shiver worked its way through her body, making her nipples even harder, making him even harder. Twisting his fingers into the black panties, he pulled them down her smooth legs, never taking his eyes from hers. When his mouth was level with her pussy, he breathed in her light musk and nearly groaned with the pleasure of it. Unable to resist, he slid his tongue along the damp folds just to have a little taste.

  Her hands landed on the top of his head but he kept going, pulling the panties off her legs before standing up. Holding the panties up to his nostrils, he inhaled deeply, smelling her arousal on the damp material. “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  Tenderly, he pushed the black material between her lips, watching her eyes widen as she tasted herself on the silk. “Try not to scream.”

  She nodded as he took her arm and held it as he walked behind her. Grabbing the silk gown off the bed, he wrapped it around her wrist before taking her other hand and wrapping that one, too. She could easily free herself if she wanted to but he didn’t think she’d want to. With his lips next to her ear, he whispered, “Bend over until your cheek is on the bed.”

  Without question, she did as he asked until her head was slightly lower than her waist and she closed her eyes in anticipation. Smoothing his hand over the tender flesh, he almost wanted to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming but then if he was dreaming, he never wanted to wake up. “How many do you want?”

  “Not too many,” she said around the silk panties, her words muffled. “We have to drive tomorrow.”

  He smiled as he brought his hand down on her flesh, leaving a lovely red hand print behind. “I had something special planned for our honeymoon but since you are so eager to begin, I figure we can do it tonight.”

  A low groan rumbled through her body and he had to force himself to step away from her for a moment. The only thing that gave him the strength to walk away was knowing how incredible his surprise was going to make her feel. Digging in his bag, he dug out the slender dildo and the bottle of lube, turning around to see her eyes widen in understanding. He hesitated and waited for her response. When her body melted and she smiled, his dick twitched in relief.

  He returned and immediately prepared her ass, lubing it up and making sure to get plenty on the inside. If he spent a few extra minutes toying with the puckered flesh, no one would blame him. He repeated the process with the slender phallus before gently easing it into her ass. “Nice and slow, Flynn.”

  Her body jerked as he buried the plug and gave her another spanking. He was rewarded with a low moan. Giving her a third and a forth thwack, he reached between her legs and felt the dampness of her arousal. Leaning over her, he nuzzled the back of her ear as he asked, “Are you ready for me, love?”

  A moan was the only answer.

  Holding her hip with one hand, he grasped his dick and probed her pussy until he found the entrance and then he pushed. When he was far enough in, he grabbed her other hip and slammed home, nearly coming undone at finally being buried in Flynn after an eternity in Hell. The dildo in her ass tightened her already tight pussy and it was almost too much sensation, too much pleasure.

  Sliding his hands up her body, he cupped her breasts and gently pinched her nipples, “I love you, Flynn.”

  Moving his hands to her back, he entwined his fingers with hers and fucked her, slowly in and slowly out, a few times until she was panting. Then he let her go and slid from her heated sheath.

  “Winter,” she exhaled on a frustrated gasp.

  “One moment, love,” he said, returning to his bag and pulling out one last surprise. Holding his hand behind his back, he returned, finding the spot where he had been and thrusting his dick into the depths of her pussy once more. Holding her hands, he slid the ring onto her left ring finger and pounded her pussy a few times before leaning over her and whispering, “Will you marry me, Flynn?”

  The corners of her lips quirked upwards into a smile as she spit out the panties and said, “This will be left out of the story we tell our children when they ask about our courtship and wedding.”

  “I’m pretty sure there will be a few things left out of the story,” he grinned. “So, will you marry me?”

  “I think you already know the answer.”

  “I think I want to hear you say it.”

  “Yes, Winter,” she grinned, then moaned as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. “God, yes.”

  With that, he unleashed the beast, driving her to several screaming orgasms before tumbling over the cliff with her. Collapsing onto the bed, he released her hands and massaged her wrists even though
there were no marks. Gathering her up into his arms, he brushed the hair from her face and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, “I love you, Flynn.”

  “I love you, Winter,” she murmured, closing her eyes and falling asleep without even looking at the three carat diamond, aquamarine and garnet ring he had specially designed for her. Kissing the top of her head, he chuckled and drifted off to sleep, knowing that he was home.

  1st Epilogue

  Flynn slipped out of bed, leaving Winter to sleep the sleep of the well and truly sated. Even after four blissful weeks of marriage she still couldn't believe he was hers and she was his and she pinched herself on a daily basis. Pressing a soft kiss to his slightly parted lips, she grabbed her nightie and robe from the floor and put them on as she tiptoed out of the room. Quietly, she made her way through her new home, Winter’s country estate, with a sense of peace and trepidation; peace because she was home with Winter and Storm and trepidation because her sister had texted her the night before and told her to watch the early news at six, that something major was happening and Flynn had to watch.

  Yawning, she stepped into the study and turned on the television, freezing when an image of Melissa Irish filled the screen. The woman looked as beautiful as always, even as she hid behind a trio of burly bodyguards while reporters screamed questions at her. The image was replaced by a perky woman sitting behind a news desk with a wide, too-white smile on her face. It was too early to be that happy. “Good morning, Los Angeles. Well, it looks like karma has come back to bite Melissa Irish in her fashionable behind.

  “I’m sure you’re all familiar with the damning article written several weeks ago by Flynn Rogers, whom we now know is innocent.” The woman continued speaking as a photograph and Flynn and Winter on their wedding day filled the screen. They were looking at one another with wide, beaming smiles on their faces and anyone with eyes could see the absolute love in both of their faces. It was a beautiful picture that Fallon had taken. The little traitor. Fortunately, Flynn couldn’t find it in her heart to be mad because it was a beautiful picture and because Fallon had been working tirelessly on Flynn’s behalf.

  In return, Fallon was being offered roles left and right.

  The newswoman continued in her absurdly perky voice, “It wasn’t long after the Winter Mitchell scandal broke that it became known Melissa Irish was the one behind it and now she is on the other side of a tell-all….”

  The television clicked off before Flynn could hear anymore but she didn't care because a half second later, Winter’s arms were around her waist and she was being hugged by the love of her life. His sleep-rough voice rasped against her ear, “I thought we agreed no television or gossip rags for six weeks. It’s only been four. ”

  “Yes, but….”

  “No buts, Mrs. Mitchell,” he growled, trailing damp kisses along her neck and making her shiver in the thin material of her gown and robe. Squeezing her bottom, he added, “Except for this delectable ass.”

  “But….”

  “It's nothing to worry about,” he interrupted, capturing the lobe of her ear between his teeth and giving it a gentle tug. “I talked to my lawyers last night and they let me know about the book Melissa’s personal chef supposedly wrote.”

  She spun around in his arms and looked up at him, a little hurt he hadn’t bothered to tell her. Before she could say anything, he pressed a finger against her lips as a slow smile warmed his face. “I was going to tell you last night but a certain someone distracted me with her sweet, little body, her hot, brain-melting kisses, and her tantalizing ass.”

  “Oh,” she uttered dumbly. Hot color flooded her cheeks as she remembered the night before. After they had tucked Storm in for the night, Winter had mentioned something about needing to make a phone call. She had used the opportunity to get ready for the surprise she had in store for him, racing up the stairs and changing into a barely-there bra that didn't cover her nipples and a pair of sheer panties.

  The moment he had come through the door and saw her standing there, his jaw had dropped and he had stumbled forward, tearing at his clothes. He had taken care of her first, using that amazing tongue technique that Addison had mentioned months before. He had Flynn seeing stars before he bent her over and slowly took her ass, savoring every tortuous moment. It wasn't as painful as the first time but she still wasn't sure if she’d ever get used to it, no matter how much Winter loved her ass. And he really loved her ass.

  “Yeah, oh,” he chuckled, claiming her lips in a fierce kiss, his erection pressing against her stomach. “Don't think Melissa isn't behind it, love. She is very cunning and intelligent and everything that happens around her is carefully planned. Well, except for you. I guess she plans to embrace her notoriety. Either that or fade away to nothing and she’d never allow that to happen.”

  Her brain was having difficulties keeping up with the conversation. Why was he talking about Melissa while she was thinking about sex? He let out a low groan as his eyes grew heavy. “Don’t look at me like that, Flynn. We only have a few minutes before Storm will be waking up.”

  “I can try but I don’t think I’ll be very successful.”

  Brushing his thumb over her cheek, he looked at her with solemn passion. “This is why I want out of the business. I don’t want you ever looking at me as if I am a stranger and if I stay I am afraid of becoming like Melissa.”

  “You’ll never be like her, Winter,” she promised him, cupping his beloved cheek in her palm. With a hint of a grin, she added, “Because if you ever decide to grow a massive ego, you have Storm and me to pop it. Whatever decision you make, if you continue making movies or you decide to produce your own and work with a different breed of talent that do it for the love of the craft or you get out altogether, I will always love you. Always.”

  His smile lit her up on the inside as he took her into his arms and hugged her. “God, I love you, Flynn.”

  “I feel sorry for her,” she admitted, resting her cheek against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. “It’s as if someone killed her bliss a long time ago and she has been trying to fill the gaping wound left behind but nothing works. Now that the world knows she was the mastermind behind everything, every gossip rag out there wants us to condemn her but I can’t. She’s just so tragic.”

  “If you’re not careful they’re going to put you on a pedestal,” he teased.

  “That’s ridiculous,” she scoffed. “I’m just a girl.”

  “You’re not just a girl,” he murmured, his voice soft, passionate as the words came from the depth of his soul. “You’re Flynn. You’re my heart and I pinch myself every day because I still can’t believe you’re mine.”

  “You’re going to make me cry,” she sniffed, her smile wobbly as tears of joy glistened in her eyes.

  “Are you guys kissing again?” Storm’s little voice asked from the doorway. Turning her head, she saw the little moppet peeking in with his eyes closed and a bubble of laughter escaped. She loved the little boy so much and she was so grateful he had accepted her so easily.

  “We could if you wanted us to,” Winter answered, deep affection in his voice as she held out his free arm for his son. Storm raced into the room and leaped into Winter’s embrace, wrapping his arms around Winter’s neck. Automatically, Flynn wrapped her free arm around Storm’ s back, hugging both of her men. "What do you want to do today, Storm?"

  “I was kind of hoping you and mama wanted to play pirate with me,” he murmured, his eyes sparkling with hope and excitement. The little boy loved the pirate ship and Flynn loved that he called her mama.

  “I think that can be arranged,” Winter assured Storm, his own eyes dancing with laughter and love.

  Overwhelmed by the love bursting in her heart, Flynn did start to cry and then she started to laugh. “God, I love the two of you so much.”

  2nd Epilogue

  “It’s been five years, Flynn Mitchell.”

  Flynn stared at Winter, her brain still foggy from just
waking up. Wiping the sleep from her eyes, she tried to think of an important event five years prior and drew a blank. Their first date? The first time they had sex? It definitely wasn’t their wedding anniversary because they had only been married for four years. “Five years?”

  Standing over the bed in all of his naked splendor, melting the sleep fog from her brain and replacing it with desire, he held up her packet of birth control pills. She briefly wondered why he had the pills but then didn’t care because he was rock hard and she was ready for him. More than ready. Deliberately tossing the pills aside, he jumped onto her, bouncing the bed beneath his muscular weight.

  Straddling her thighs and pinning her down, he gave her a look of pure wickedness. Waggling his eyebrows, he purred, “It’s time for some baby-making sex.”

  She threw her arms around his neck and laughed in sheer joy. God, she loved this man!

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  ~The End~

  A.C.Warneke

  Other books by A.C. Warneke

  Darkness Comes

  Darkness Falls

  Blight

  After Blight

  Awakening

  Stone Lover

  Stone Romance

  Stone Destiny

  Siren Song

  Blind Attraction

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