by J. L. Ostle
Table of Contents
Excerpt - Chapter 1
Excerpt - Chapter 2
Excerpt - Chapter 3
Excerpt - Chapter 4
Winter
Trent
Acknowledgments
Books by J.L. Ostle
About the Author
Wanting Winter
J.L. Ostle
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Contents
1. Winter
2. Winter
3. Winter
4. Winter
5. Winter
6. Winter
7. Winter
8. Trent
9. Winter
10. Winter
11. Trent
12. Winter
13. Winter
14. Winter
15. Winter
16. Winter
17. Trent
18. Trent
19. Trent
20. Winter
21. Winter
Excerpt - Chapter 1
Excerpt - Chapter 2
Excerpt - Chapter 3
Excerpt - Chapter 4
Acknowledgments
Books by J.L. Ostle
About the Author
One
Winter
Walking outside, I look through my bag for a cigarette and my lighter, and when I find them, I quickly take one lighting it up, inhaling the nicotine goodness. I only smoke when I'm drinking and right now I feel a little tipsy. The place is crowded with idiots and I had to have a few drinks to help bite my tongue where a few of these people are concerned.
“Hey Winter.”
I groan when I hear Patrick’s voice.
“What are you doing out here by yourself?” He comes to my side, and I take in another puff.
“I have like twenty other people near me.” I wave my hand around the people milling around.
He shakes his head chuckling. “You know what I mean.”
I do know what he means.
“The place was getting a little hot and I wanted to get some fresh air.” Which is the truth. I love college parties, well I love them as long as I don’t have to interact with people that I hardly know, but when the parties are in small houses where everyone cramps in together, it can put a damper on my mood.
“Having a good night?” he asks me, looking to the ground, kicking a stone.
“Yeah, it’s alright. Candice seems to be having fun.” I look back towards the house. Candice is my best friend who has the ability to have fun at a morgue. She is the party girl. She gets male attention and enjoys getting drunk so what else could you ask for?
“Candice always enjoys partying.”
I nod in agreement.
“So I was wondering—”
Oh no. He’s going to ask me out again. He’s been drinking, and when he starts drinking, he always hits on me. I have known him for the last five years, but I don’t see him in that way: never have, never will. He's a good friend, with shaggy black hair and brown eyes, but there's no attraction.
“If you wanted to go out sometime?”
I inwardly groan. “Patrick, we have been through this: I don’t see you like that.” I continue smoking.
“But if you would give me a chance.” He looks at me with puppy dog eyes.
“It's not about giving chances. I see you as a brother. It would be weird if we dated, and it's not fair to you.” I plead with him to drop it.
“You’re going to see that I am good enough for you one day and that I would treat you like a queen.” He gives me a wink and goes back inside.
I know he will ask again. He thinks that if he wears me down, I will crumble and say yes, but it won't happen. I'm not after any kind of relationship.
Been there, done that.
Got the t-shirt.
Men are assholes.
I had a boyfriend back in high school, and when he broke it off, it hurt. I didn’t see it coming. There were no signs—no signs that I saw anyway. I think deep down I scared him off with what I was after from the relationship, but it hurt more when I found out that it only took a couple of weeks until he was seeing someone else.
Fucker.
I told myself that if I ever get those gittery butterflies, that giddy feeling when I am around a guy, I will give them a chance, but until then I am not being in a relationship just for the sake of it. I also avoid doing one-night stands, so at the moment I am pretty wound up sexually. I am ready to cave, but the guys at this college see me as a challenge: a girl that hasn’t slept with anyone.
I take the last drag of my cigarette and stomp it out on the ground before heading back inside. I am near the door when I get a shiver; I feel like someone is watching me. I turn around, looking at my surroundings but no one stands out. Shaking away the feeling, I head back in, the place now crowded with drunken students. The place already smells like stale alcohol, sweat, and smoke. I squeeze my way through the people until I get to the kitchen making myself a drink.
“Well, well, well, look who graced me with their presence at my party.”
I feel a hard body press against my back and I turn my head to see Joshua Thomson, the college player. He is the most wanted guy in school with his thick blond hair, some of which covers one of his eyes that are a light green. He’s on the football team, and I know his body is pretty lickable, but he's a well-known dick towards women.
Screws em’ and leaves em’.
“Feel honored that I came.” I push my back against him, making him walk backward. “Nice party.” I move to the kitchen counter, grabbing a towel drying up the spills before jumping up and taking a seat.
“I do. You’re the girl men want, but can never have. So how is Miss Ice Queen?” He smirks at me. He is lucky he’s good looking as his charm is as bad as a pile of shit. He is the main one to see getting between my legs a challenge.
“How is Mr. Blue Balls? Still dreaming of my tight pussy?” I lift one leg, placing it on the counter. I'm wearing black skinny jeans, but his eyes still go to my crotch.
“Always. I think if you let me give you one good fuck, it would melt some of that demeanor.” His eyes trail over my body.
“I will stick to my toys, but thanks for the offer.” I wink at him.
He steps in closer, getting between my legs. I look to his perfect green eyes—eyes that make women swoon—but they don’t work on me.
“I will fuck you, Winter. You will beg for more; you will beg me to make you come.” His voice lowers, his body pressed up against mine.
I am not completely immune: his body against mine feels really good. My core always aches for a physical release, something better than what my toys can give me, but I have very good willpower, even though my body is screaming at me to just le
t him fuck me.
I'm not like most girls where you have sex once with a guy and expect them to be your instant boyfriend. I know it doesn't work like that, so I know if I let Joshua please me, it would benefit me. I would get a good orgasm and he would stop bugging me.
But I also know he would tell everyone every single dirty detail.
“You’re thinking about it. I guess your little cunt does work.” I feel his erection press against me, making that ache stronger. “Give me thirty minutes and I will make you feel so good.” He grinds harder against me so that I have to hold onto his upper arms to stop from shaking. I feel his lips go to my neck, and my eyes close as I enjoy the simple feeling of lips on my skin. I get that feeling again, that someone is watching me. I open my eyes and see a very attractive man watching us. He’s leaning against the wall, looking at us like he is watching a TV show. Taking a sip of his drink, his eyes connect with mine, and it makes my whole body heat up.
How can a look be a stronger feeling than a dick pressing against my core?
Joshua continues grinding against me, but my focus is on the guy watching me. I look at his dark brown hair, and even with him a few feet away I can tell his eyes are ocean blue. They are very hypnotic. I have never seen anyone as gorgeous as him that isn’t famous. He looks like he could be a celebrity. My eyes stay on him, when Joshua straightens up, blocking my view of the mystery guy. I get a little annoyed and push Joshua away from me.
He looks at me like I'm crazy. “What the fuck?”
“I am not letting you fuck me in a room full of people.” I jump off the counter.
“Then let me take you to my room.” He tries to take my hand, but I pull it away.
“Nice try Joshua, this ain't happening. When I'm desperate enough, I will give you a call.” I smile sweetly at him and I can see anger build in his eyes.
“Fucking tease,” he spits at me.
“Doesn’t stop you to keep trying, though, does it?” I step up closer to him, my body pressed against him. “You know my cunt, as you say, is the Holy Grail. One taste, one feel and you will think you are in heaven. My pussy is tight as fuck. You know it, I know it… the whole fucking damn school knows it.”
His breathing comes in faster, and I can feel his erection against me.
I am a tease.
A very good one.
It’s the only fun I get to have seeing as I don’t spread my legs for every good-looking guy who thinks that their looks are enough.
Thinking about looks makes me want to see Mr. Mysterious again.
“I am sure you will enjoy a good blowjob from one of your many whores.” I walk around him, but he grabs hold of my arm, pulling me into him.
“I will be inside you,” he growls.
“We shall see.” I blow him a kiss before walking away from him, but the guy I wanted to see is gone. I look around the room. Nothing. Please don’t tell me I made him up in my head.
Walking to the area that is meant to be the dancefloor, I see Candice dry humping a guy while they dance. I head towards her and when she spots me, she pulls me into her, her body grinding against mine as the guy’s grinds behind her. His eyes almost bug out seeing that I have joined them.
Candice smiles wickedly at me, her body pressing harder against me. Her long, platinum blonde hair and blue eyes mean that she screams seduction. I met her during freshman year and we clicked instantly, but unfortunately for me, I have a little girl crush on her and she knows it. I also know that when she has drink in her, she takes advantage of it.
When her lips land on mine, she kisses me hard, my fingers go to her hair, pulling her into me. When she pulls back a little, she smiles at me, and we all sway to the music. I let the music take over before looking to the side and I see the guy from the kitchen watching me once again.
His eyes are trained on me.
Him just looking at me is making me feel tingly.
Like he knows what I'm thinking, he gives me a smirk and starts walking away. I step away from Candice and begin chasing after the strange guy. Everyone is in my way; I feel like I'm in a maze. Shoving my way through, I head in the direction the guy went but I have lost him again. I get to the stairs and walk up a few steps so I can have a better view of the room in front of me, but I can’t see him anywhere. Sighing in defeat, I head back outside. Grabbing another cigarette, I put it in my mouth and as I search for my lighter, a flame comes in front of me. I look up to see my mystery guy smiling at me.
Lighting up my fag, I step back, taking him all in.
Oh, my fucking God. He’s like a sex god on legs.
“Thank you,” I say, and he bows his head a little. We stand there looking at one another, not saying a word, but the air around us has changed.
Its charged up.
He just watches me, looking at me with interest.
“Are you going to say anything.” My voice gone a little shaky.
“What would you like me to say?”
Fuck me, even his voice gives me shivers. “Anything,” I say just above a whisper. I notice his eyes go a little darker. Does he know what effect he is having on me?
“I've heard men talking about you; I've seen how men look at you. It's fascinating.” He takes a drag of his cigarette.
“What have men been saying about me?” I could guess but I want to hear it from him.
“That you are unattainable. Men have tried and failed. Do you not like men?” He cocks his head to the side a little watching me.
“I very much like men; I just don’t spread my legs to any guy who thinks by saying a few nice things means they get a quick fuck.”
“But you enjoy taunting them. I saw you with your friend outside before. He seemed like a nice guy who isn’t after a quick fuck, yet you also turned him down.”
I knew someone had been watching me. “You’ve been watching me.” It isn’t a question, just a fact.
“Like I said, you fascinate me. What fascinates me more is that you followed me out here.”
I open and close my mouth like a fish, unsure what to say. He is right: I did follow him and I still don’t know why. “I guess you fascinate me too.”
“Because I was watching you?” He takes one step closer to me; I feel my heart hammering in my chest.
I shrug. “Maybe. Were you enjoying watching me?” I tease.
“Yes,” he answered without hesitation. “I get why men are drawn to you.” He steps even closer to me, his fingers stroking down my cheeks to my lips. “You are very beautiful; your confidence makes that even sexier. But it's your eyes.” He lifts my chin so I am looking right at him. “Your eyes could bring a man to his knees.”
My mouth goes a little dry. “I'm nothing special.”
“But you are.”
I jump when I hear a car horn behind him. He turns, looking at the car, and I see a guy waving him over. I don’t want him to leave.
He faces me again. “I have to go.”
“Okay,” I say measly. I want to scream at him to please stay.
“It was nice talking to you, Winter.” He gives me a small smile before walking towards the car.
I wrap my arms around myself. It’s so weird, but I feel a little sad. I turn around, heading back inside, when I hear my name being called. I turn to see him running back to me and before I can say a word, his lips land on mine.
I wrap my arms around his neck, arching my body into him, and his hands go to my waist, pulling me into him. The kiss is hard and needy. When he pulls back, our breathing is coming out in pants.
Holy Jesus this man can kiss.
“Will be seeing you around, Winter.” He heads back to the car and I watch him get in—I watch until he is gone.
Why did it feel like that was more of a promise?
Heading back inside I can't stop the smile on my face.
Trent
“Who’s the girl?” my best friend and roommate, Drake, asks me.
I continue looking out the window until I can no longer see
her. Fuck, that kiss went straight to my dick. “That was Winter Daniels,” I tell him.
He looks at me with a surprised look before looking back to the road. “Winter Daniels, as in ‘the college Ice Queen’? She let you kiss her? I assumed she was a lesbian.”
If I hadn’t seen her get turned on in the kitchen with that preppy boy, I would have thought the same as she’d been really into that kiss with the girl on the dancefloor. “Obviously not.”
“Is she all stuck up like people say?”
“No, she doesn’t appear to be. I guess she’s just protective of herself. Men try and get into her pants, so I don’t blame her for acting like she does.” A strange emotion washes over me when I picture men trying to get with her, and I shake it off.
“If she would let me fuck her, I would. I have crushed on that girl since I first saw her. Of course, you would get a chance at being with her.” He shakes his head. “That girl is hot as hell, but she doesn't even know it. You watch the beautiful girls fawn over themselves, but Winter…” He pauses. “She is in a league of her own. I can't believe you kissed her. It looked like a hot kiss.”
Fuck yeah, it was. I know I am going to kiss her again.
I have to kiss her again.
Two
Winter
I definitely have the Monday blues, and I’m also disappointed in myself.
The guy I kissed on Saturday night has been on my mind all day yesterday and I have tried to search for him but to no avail. It doesn't help that I don’t even know what his name is. I let a stranger kiss me and I didn’t ask for a stupid name.
