we can evolve what’s sparked between us and keep it burning for years.
And then…one day.
One day we can have a baby.
His green-eyed stare smolders into me, but it’s as though he can see inside my head. It doesn’t scare him away. A mutual understanding.
One day, but not now.
My orgasm hits me by surprise and I shudder in his arms. He grunts before sliding his cock out. His fist jerks at his length and then his heat splashes my belly.
“You pulled out,” I say, faux pouting.
He laughs. “Bad girl.”
“I do like you spanking me,” I tease.
His features grow serious as he slides me down to my feet. He cradles my face with his palms and leans his forehead against mine. “You never let go of the idea of us together.”
I shake my head. “Never.”
“Good,” he rumbles. “Because now, I’m never letting you go.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.” He kisses me softly. “Is the hard, mean little Winter growing soft on me?” he teases.
“Only for you.” I smile up at him.
“Good girl. To hell with the rest of the world. I’ve got you now.”
I’m barely able to stay awake in class. August has been keeping me up late into the night lately—not that I’m complaining—but damn does it make focusing on Coach’s lectures difficult. I cannot wait until we finish finals and I get a break for Christmas.
I feel eyes on me and glance back at a girl I know as Jenna. Word on the street is she’s a foster kid. My dad kicked me out not long ago and I have been struggling with my emotions. I can’t even begin to imagine how she feels. She never had parents. It makes me miss Dad even more.
Her brows furl together when she catches me staring. Quickly, I look away and back down at my phone. I’ve nearly forgotten about her as I try to take good notes I can study later when Coach starts snapping. It’s his favorite thing to do.
“Detention, Miss Pruitt,” Coach growls out, his angry scowl for once not directed at me. “After school.”
I turn to see Jenna gaping at him in shock. “W-What?”
“You seem to think laughing in my class and then sleeping through it is acceptable. Not in my class,” he snarls before turning back to his lesson.
God, he’s such a dick.
Poor Jenna looks like she’s never had detention in her life. Her bottom lip wobbles as tears threaten.
“Are you okay?” I whisper.
She nods and bites on her lip to keep from crying. We’re thankfully saved by the bell. I scribble my number on the corner of my paper and rip it off. Her green eyes widen in surprise when I hand it to her. On my way out, Coach glowers at me. I refrain, just barely, from flipping his surly ass off.
Coach needs a nap.
Maybe I’m not the only one who has someone keeping them up late at night.
August
I stare at my email. It’s from Tony. It irks me to hell that he’s reaching out to me rather than Winter. Despite her tough exterior, she’s hurting inside. Sure, she has me to help pick her up and keep her going, but the heartache from what Jackie and Tony did to her is still a fresh, bleeding wound. With a grumble of annoyance, I pop open the email.
August,
I know you probably don’t want to hear what I have to say, but I’m going to say it anyway. Please don’t hurt her. I know you hate my fucking guts for what Jackie and I did to you, and I understand that completely, but don’t take it out on Winter. Callie spilled the beans she’s staying with you. And despite what Winter said about you two having a relationship, I don’t believe it. She’s always been one to say something outlandish to get a reaction. I know she’s always crushed on you and probably wishes it were true. Your letting her come stay with you isn’t out of the goodness of your heart or a favor to Callie. It’s payback. And while Jackie and I deserve everything you want to dish out to us, please don’t hurt Winter. I beg of you. This will all cool off and when Winter apologizes to Jackie, I’m sure everything will go back to normal. Just don’t destroy my daughter in the process. She’s young and impressionable. Not at all like one of your fuck buddies. I beg of you.
Tony
Fury rages up inside of me. There are thousands of things I want to say to him. Every