by S. A. Price
She laughed. “Both Lola and Natasha are abstaining. What did you pick for a movie?”
He pouted at her and shrugged. “Nothing. There’s a few up there but most I have seen, Ladies choice. I’ll be out in ten.”
The shower was quick, unsatisfying, but then again he wasn’t in there to relax. Relaxation was out in the main room in the form of a couch, and a girl. He toweled off, slipped on a pair if pajama pants he had grabbed from the bus, and padded out, shirtless, his hair a riot around his head as it dried.
She looked him up and down and blinked. “Damn.”
His brows drew together. “What?”
“You…” she blushed and looked at his chest again and then shook her head. “I didn’t think it was possible, but you’re hotter. Fan of the new ink too. When did you get the snowflakes?”
He turned his arm so she could see the piece in its entirety, several snowflakes, all touching, and all done in a light blue that nearly glowed on his tawny skin. “Oh, about a year or so ago. Impulse.”
“It works for you, believe me. Those pants? Not so much.” She gave him a wry smile.
He looked down at the cotton pants he was wearing, the material showing off mustache’s in various styles, and shrugged. “Not my choice. Saffron went “bus shopping” before we got here. Everyone got pants, because apparently she got up one morning as we were driving, Tosh was up, still drunk by the way, and standing in the galley, drinking from a milk container wearing nothing but his tweety bird socks. She’s decided since most of us sleep naked, that everyone has to have pants in their bunk.”
She laughed. “Yeah seeing Tosh naked could be considered daunting.”
He nodded. “She was babbling for an hour after, and you know Saff, she ain’t one to be riled easily.”
“Well his massive cock does that to chicks. I mean how insane is it that he’s a shower and a grower? Daunting to say the least.” She shuddered.
Winter shook his head. “Are we really talking about Tosh’s dong? Really? I would much rather explore that look you gave me when I walked in.” he offered and hopped the back of the couch, plopping next to her.
“Let’s just say I appreciate a finely made male, whether it’s Michael Angelo’s David or Winter Tulane.” She smirked at him. “And that’s where Imma leave it. Now, about that movie?”
They argued for a few minutes about what to watch and she sighed. “Well shit. I got Netflix on the TV in the bedroom. We could watch some bad British comedies like Monty Python or Father Ted.”
Winter arched a brow. “And you trust me in a bed with you watching television?”
She laughed. “Oh yeah. Come on.”
He didn’t need to be told twice and followed after her into the large bedroom, the door that had been closed when he went to take a shower. The room was just as monochromatic as the rest of the space, but the bed had red and white sheets on it, and was covered with pillows. It was also play ground sized. He gave her an incredulous look.
“Oh hell no. I cannot be held responsible with what happens in a bed like this.”
She shook her head and went to the far side and bent down giving him another fabulous view of her ass.
“Nat, if you think doing that is going to deter me…” he trailed off and frowned at her when she straighten, or frowned at what she held in her arms.
Rococo, her insane and murderous loop eared bunny, was giving him the evil eye.
“Why the hell is that thing here?”
She waived him away and set the forty pound menace on the bed. “I never leave him home. He’s the group mascot.”
The animal never liked him, detesting the fact that he had to share his mistress with another male. She had the little bugger for almost ten years, and he was sure it wasn’t a normal rabbit, but a were creature of some sort. The damn things had been known to play off their humanity when the need struck them.
She went on as she settled down on the bed, a carrot in her hand. “He walks on a leash now too. He’s mummy’s little baby!”
Winter sighed. The bastard would sit between them and nip at Winter every time he reached for her. Made sense that she felt he could keep it together. “Well shit. Hey Rococo, How’s it…” the bunny glared at him and hopped over to Nat to snuggle.
She motioned to the other side of the large bed. “Python or Feck-arse-girls?”
Winter Settled on the far side of the bed and shrugged. “Let’s see what’s up in Father Ted land.”
***
Winter groaned. “If it’s eating my hair again I’m going to kill it.”
Nat turned over, partially in Winter’s sleep embrace, though they had about a foot between their bodies. This could only mean that Rococo had decided to stay on the bed for the rest of the night after they had fallen asleep, and just moved recently. To sit on Winter. And eat his hair.
She opened her eyes and saw the bunny, the bulk of his body behind Winter, his paws on the man’s shoulder as he leaned down and nibbled his hair. Rococo always loved Winter’s hair, and took every opportunity to munch on it. She frowned. “Rococo! Off the bed! Leave him alone.”
The bunny looked at its mistress and then went back to munching.
“If I move he’s going to bite me.” Winter whined. “Do you mind?”
She sighed and slipped from bed and ran around the other side. The bunny, not to be thwarted, nipped Winter’s ear, as if it was his intention all along, jumped over Winter and bounded down to its cage on the floor with an ever twitching nose.
Winter, at the bite, howled, grabbed his ear and cursed the little thing. “I swear to god Nat…”
She waived him off, knowing that Winter was all bluster. He and the bunny had an understanding most of the time, but odds were Rococo was pissed he hadn’t seen Winter in a while. They were friends of a sort, comrades, and much like when they had first met, Rococo was trying to assert his dominance over Winter. It was the way of bull rabbits, and one as old and set in his ways as Rococo, Winter didn’t stand a chance.
“Did he break skin?” Winter asked with a frown. “How much of my hair is left?”
He sat up and Nat looked him over. His hair was longer before, and the damn rabbit had munched a good inch down in places. It wasn’t at all unpleasant. She smiled. “He rocked you one hell of a cut. Looks awesome actually.”
“Now is not the time for jokes Nat.”
She shook her head and walked over to the bathroom and grabbed the hand mirror there. “Look.”
Winter studied himself in the reflection for a minute. She had to give it the little bastard, he did look hot. Shorter in places then others, it was choppy, but sexy in a devil may care I-don’t-give-a-shit-what-I-look-like kinda way. Seemingly satisfied with the job the animal did, he turned his head and frowned. “Fucker broke skin.” He murmured. “You got some antiseptic?”
All he got for his trouble was an eye roll from her. “I’ll doctor you up. And you,” she looked down to the rabbit who was merrily munching away on a carrot, “Bad bunny!”
The rabbit didn’t even bother to look at her.
“Little shit.” she said and looked at the clock. It wasn’t even ten yet, and she counted back and frowned. “We have had a little over five hours of sleep.”
Winter gave her a sleep grin. “All the more reason to come back to bed.”
Nat crawled on, and settled behind him after he snuggled down into the nest of blankets, and propped her chin on his shoulder. She inhaled softly, the warm, vaguely crème brulee scent of him, mixed with something more earthy, like sage, attacked her nose. She sighed. Gods she missed that smell.
He turned and pulled her towards him, rolling again so they were now in a new spooning position, him snug against her back. He kissed her shoulder and wrapped his arm around her waist, keeping her in place while he mussed with the blankets to get them from being tangled from his ninja moves.
“Now this is perfect.” He murmured and let out a slow breath, tickling her ear with the movement of
her hair around it. “So what do you say, another couple of hours and then back to the concert grounds?”
Actually, it sounded like a fine idea. Unfortunately she wasn’t afforded the luxury of sleeping the day away. “Sadly, I can’t. We have several interviews today before we get back to the event. I probably won’t make it till around eight.” She blew out a breath with undisguised agitation.
He held her tighter and nipped her shoulder. “So enticing you into some play time is probably out of the question too then?”
“Going slow remember?”
“Crystal clear. I didn’t even mention the fact that I have been very good all night.”
“You were very good, yes.”
His voice was low in her ear. “But you know I can be much, much better if you let me.”
She shivered and the effect as not lost on him. He rubbed his lip and piercing across the shell of her ear. “And I’m going to pretend you didn’t like that as much as you did.”
“Why? You know what to say to me to turn me on Winter, you always have. You’re playing dirty.”
“Of course I am. After two years I finally have you stripped down to Nat in bed with me. No pretenses, no motives. I’m finally here with you. Baby a man can only resist temptation for so long. But this is nice. I missed this. Missed you in the morning. So why don’t I save you the internal struggle of deciding to take this further this morning, because I know you and that’s exactly what you are going to do if I propose what I wanted to, and ask, How long till you have to get up?”
He was right. Whatever he had on his mind, it would wage war inside her. She wanted him, felt the insistent nudge of his morning hard on against the small of her back, though he hadn’t said a word about it, gentleman that he was. But they did need to connect on a different level, right? After all, isn’t that how lasting relationships were fashioned.
On the other hand, everything was so familiar, and right and it had been so long since she had felt right and in control…
“See? You’re doing it now and I didn’t even say anything. So answer my question. How long till you absolutely have to get up?”
She turned her head slightly, her hair catching between their bodies. “Oh. Sorry. Um, breakfast will be brought up at eleven fifteen.”
“Perfect. An hour till then. Two options. One, we could have that nap, and I can hold you right here, just like this. You know I do enjoy this.”
“Or two?”
His tongue traced the bottom of her naked earlobe. He sucked it into his mouth, bit it softly and then let it go. “Or two, we could fool around a bit. I know two is a shot in the dark, but having you this close is killing me Nat, and if we are going to rekindle this, I want the first real make out session to be with Nat, not Lola. Like it should have been in the first place.”
At his words there was a tightness in her chest. Gods, there wasn’t a day that didn’t go by that she regretted their first hook up. Lola was bravado and sexiness, something Natasha never was. When she moved from the north to Louisiana with her family, she decided that shy Natasha was not going to cut it, and let Lola out to play. Lola was the reason why she had the balls to approach Winter, and while she loved every second of it, and being that powerful, willful woman she always wanted to be, It always felt like she wasn’t desired for her. And here he was telling her he wanted the real her, not Lola, not the persona. She was getting her second chance.
She softened against him, as she felt the pads of his fingers trail circles on her stomach, as they stole under her cami top and branded her with his lovely heat. She didn’t stop him when he went higher, the tips caressing the underside of her breast.
And she didn’t move away when he groaned, pulling her tighter, his lips kissing her neck. She actually moved her head more to the side, a distinct invitation.
“Guess I know where this is going…” he murmured. “Fuck I missed you baby.”
She turned, her lips meeting his in a soft stunning kiss and she flattened herself to the bed on her back, Winter, still lying on his side, plundered her mouth as his hand roamed northward. And when his fingers finally closed on a tight little nipple, she threw all resistant to the wind.
Fuck it. Natasha wanted her lover back.
TEN
Winter went with it, almost cheered as she softened for him, all tension leaving her. Yes, she wanted it, and him. She still wanted him. He knew, however, even in his lust addled brain, that she would be pissed if he let it get too far. He had to play it just right, seduce and woo the woman he adored, make her boneless.
Above all, he wanted to see her panting, her mouth swollen from his kisses, her eyes heavy from contentment. And he knew just how to do it. The one thing in this world he could do better then play bass was play Nat’s body, and he was going to show her just how much she really missed his attentions.
He kissed her, slow languorous movements of his lips and tongue. He savored her, from her taste down to the softness of her lips. The kiss deepened, and he leaned in more, his tongue spearing into her mouth and then retreating.
The hand on her breast cupped the delicious weight, his fingers played with her nipple, pinching the already hardened peak. She gasped into his mouth, not breaking the kiss, and he pinched harder. She squirmed under him, moaning.
He rubbed his thumb over the nipple once more, feeling the tremor run through her. She was always so sensitive, so responsive here, but there were other places that would get her begging for him.
His mouth nipped at hers, and she lapped at his lips whenever they were in position. Her hand was twisting in the sheet between them, and her knuckles grazed his erection on every pass. He was sure she had no idea what she was doing, too lost in her own pleasure. If she did, she wouldn’t be teasing him so innocently, she would be grasping him, squeezing like he liked her to do. She wasn’t a selfish lover when it counted, but oh how he loved to see her like this, just a couple steps away from undone.
His hand left her breast, and he moved it slowly down the taut skin of her stomach dragging the calloused finger tips across the softness. Her muscles contracted and she giggled into his mouth.
He kept moving south, his fingers stealing under the lip of her boxer shorts. Her breath hitched as he kissed her hard, just as his fingers found her cleft, and slipped between her folds. Gods above, she was so wet and he had barely even touched her.
She moaned into his mouth as he delved deeper, both his hand between her thighs and his tongue in her mouth. She sparred with him; her tongue petting his and her hips undulated, lifting for him ever so slightly. She sucked on his tongue and he almost lost his shit, with the combination of her sultry kiss and her channel grasping the fingers he had inserted into it.
His cock twitched in his sleep pants, as if trying to remind him it was there, and it was not happy it wasn’t in the mix. He was going to maintain though, this little session was all about her. He thought back to their first connection, back in that closet, the first time he touched her. He thought he was in heaven then. Now he knew he was right, heaven was feeling this woman come apart, just for him.
He worked her slowly; his fingers plunging into her sheath, the tips hooked just right hitting that little spot. His thumb found her clit, pressed and rubbed tight circles in tune with what his fingers were doing. The dexterity of a bassist… She gasped and he broke the kiss.
“Ummm… that’s it baby. You feel so fucking good Nat; I can feel your honey running over my fingers already. I know your close, your strangling my fingers, just like you used to do to my cock. Still so fucking tight and perfect. Come for me baby, you know I got you… come now Natasha, so I can taste you.”
“Winter…” she moaned and arched for him. He watched her bit her lip and close her eyes, grinned as she gasped. She was so close and he knew, one more stimulant would send her over the edge.
“Bet you still taste like apricots too. Fuck you know how I love apricots.” He growled the words to her and she sobbed, her body a tight string
as she shattered, clawed at the bedding, her back bowing from the force of her orgasm.
He watched her come back to herself, felt the little pulses in her sheath as she relearned to breathe. He was calming himself as well. She clamped down on his fingers so hard, his cock almost shamed him. He barely kept himself from joining her in bliss, the force of her pleasure washed over him so keenly. His time marking pulsed, wishing to be used but he reined that in too. If he was going to use the energy to keep her coming for him, he wanted to be inside her when he did, so he could benefit from the expenditure. And he planned to. But now was not the time. She didn’t even know about his little addition, or that she was the main reason for it.
She purred under him and he smiled down to her. “Gods you come so fucking pretty.”
Through heavy lids her eyes tracked his lips, and he took the hint, and leaned down to kiss her. She made a noise of protest when he pulled his fingers from her boxer shorts, thick with the evidence of his triumph. He slipped them between his lips tasting her, sucking her offering off the digits slowly so he could savor the taste of her.
“Better than apricots.” He murmured and leaned down and kissed her again. She met his lips with her own, and the kiss grew wild. She rolled them, so he was on his back and she lying on top of him. His hard-on nestled between them. She bit her bottom lip again.
“You know just what I like.”
“Of course I do Nat, you’re mine. Always have been, always will be.”
She wiggled her hips, caressing the length of him with her body, the material between them thin, and he could feel the heat coming off her. “And him?” she asked, punctuating the question with a twist of her hips. She was obviously ready to go, but he was trying hard to stay true to his original plan.
“What do you think?”
She gave him a wry smile. “I think he will stand up for any bitch in heat.”
Winter rolled them and ground his pelvis into hers, earning a gasp and then a slight purr from her. “You know he really only loves you.”
