kiss him. He tastes like whisky with some anger on the side. “Baby,” I murmur in between kisses, “let it go. Be with me and let that shit go.”
His eyes question me, and I know what he’s asking. Am I up for this?
I push his boxers down, reach for his cock, and slowly slide off him to kneel. With my eyes firmly on his, I take him into my mouth, gliding my tongue over him in all the ways he loves. His deep growl of approval is all I need to know he’s getting out of his head, and I continue to suck him and work him with my hand to get him right out of it.
“Fuck,” he growls when I take his balls into my mouth. Scooping my hair into his hand, he pulls it back and grips it while I bring him closer to orgasm.
He comes down my throat, coming faster than ever. I swallow every drop even though it’s not my favourite thing to do. Tonight, I’d do anything he asked. Anything to make him feel good.
When he’s finished, I let him go and sit back. He leans forward and kisses me again. He still tastes like anger. Without saying anything, he leaves me to go into the en suite.
I stare after him, not fully recognising the man I married. I mean, he’s there for sure, but it feels like I’ve just been with a Winter I don’t really know. And when he comes back to bed, kisses me goodnight, and spoons me, still without a word, I know something serious has happened tonight; this is a new side of Winter. A side I’m not sure what to do with.
15
Winter
* * *
I exit the truck and make my way to where Javier Torres waits for me. Ransom is behind me, Hunt, behind him. We’ve also got men watching and ready to take action if Torres pulls anything.
“Winter, I see you brought many friends,” Torres says. “That was unnecessary.”
It was necessary. When I’ve got enemies that I can’t see coming at me, it’s fucking necessary. We lost a man last night; I’ll be fucked if we’ll lose another.
I pull my sunglasses off. “Let’s just get this the fuck over with so we can all leave.”
His mouth forms a thin line. “Let’s just remember who’s supplying who here. I don’t appreciate your tone.”
I work my jaw while silently waiting for him to get on with it. If I speak, I’ll say something I can’t take back, and at this point, I can’t afford to fuck this up.
Torres motions for his men to open their truck. To me, he says, “We have everything King requested.”
That’s the best piece of news I’ve heard all fucking day. The last time Torres and I spoke, he informed me he may not be able to meet our request. He gave me some bullshit story about not being sure what the cartel had shipped. I’d come here expecting to piss him off with a demand to get the rest of our coke to us fast. I didn’t believe for a second that he had no knowledge of what the cartel had shipped, and I was willing to call him on it. Now we might have half a chance of building a relationship.
Ransom and I inspect the delivery. When we’re both happy with it, I nod for Hunt to pay Torres.
“The next shipment will arrive in eight weeks,” Torres says as my men load the coke into the truck. “The price will go up to the original price at that time.”
“Like fuck it will,” I say, squaring my shoulders and preparing for battle. I knew this motherfucker would screw with us today. “That was never the deal.”
“The only deal we had was the one for today.”
“That’s bullshit, Torres, and you know it.”
He removes his glasses, his eyes cold as ice like usual. “I’d be very careful about what you say to me. I can’t imagine King being happy if you lose this deal for him.”
I step closer, my entire body vibrating with the anger filling me. “And I’d be very careful that you don’t piss the wrong people off by fucking them over. Your cartel might have power in your country, but my club has power in this one.”
The vein in his temple pulses. I’ve pissed him off, that much is for sure by his body language. “You do not want to go down this path, Winter.”