and I don’t have a place to live. He left me to the big bad wolf, although something tells me if he knew I was with his wife’s ex, he’d have something to say about it.
August whips me a couple more times. The burn is nothing compared to the ache in my chest. The sob I’ve held onto escapes.
“Winter?” His voice is concerned and trembles.
Hot tears leak from my eyes and I try to bury my face in the couch so he won’t see me break down over my situation. Nobody sees me cry. Not Dad or Callie. No one. I’m still trying to hide when two strong arms pull me to my feet. He twists me around to face him and then hugs me to him. I cling to his vest, trying to hide my tears of shame from him. When he grabs my ass and lifts me, I wrap my legs around his waist, eager for the comfort he is providing. He walks us over to a chair and then he sits, pulling me with him. I relax against his hard chest. I’m embarrassed by the fact I’m halfway naked and straddling his lap. His cock is hard between us and sandwiched between the lips of my pussy.
“Talk to me,” he rumbles softly, his fingers stroking through my hair. “Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head. “It’s stupid.”
He grips my shoulders and pushes me so I’m forced to look at him. “It’s not stupid. Talk to me.” His normally cold expression is gone. Warmth bleeds into his features and I like it. Too much. It makes me want to snuggle against him and beg for more.
“I’m just upset…” I trail off, biting on my bottom lip so I don’t cry again. I hate feeling weak. I’m Winter Burke, and usually a firestorm. Today, I feel like an ember getting lost in the wind.
“About getting in trouble at school? It’s been taken care of,” he assures me, his thumbs rubbing me through my sweatshirt.
Tears well in my eyes again and then a hot one races down my cheek. “Why did he send me away?” My bottom lip wobbles. “Why would he do that to his daughter?”
August’s grip is gentle when he takes hold of my jaw. His green eyes blaze with intensity as he stares at me. “Because he’s selfish,” he says coldly. “But you don’t have to worry. I’ll take care of you.”
I search his eyes. At the moment, all I see is genuine concern in them. It spurs me to do something bold. Gripping his wrist, I pull away his hand and then lean forward to press my lips to his. A small groan escapes him as he parts his lips, allowing me access to his mouth. The moment my tongue slides in and swipes against his, he loses control. His palms find my bare ass under the sweatshirt and he squeezes, pulling my cheeks apart. I shamelessly grind against his hard cock, slightly worried that I’m soaking his slacks with my arousal. We kiss hard and frantically as he grips my ass, directing my movements to rub against his dick. Each time it rubs against my clit, I let out a mewl of anticipation. It’s been so long since I orgasmed. When you’re stressed to the max, self-pleasure isn’t high on the to-do list.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, nipping at my bottom lip. “Let it all out, sweet little Winter.”
The moment my climax hits, I let out a quiet yelp, my entire body trembling with pleasure. My lips pull from his as I whimper out his name. His teeth sink into my throat as an answer to the call and he sucks me hard. Those strong fingers of his bite into my ass, pushing me hard against him so I’m once more on the cusp of an orgasm. His tongue slides down my throat and then he latches on again. I can feel his teeth and then he’s sucking, bruising me. All it does is add to the experience.
“Oh, God,” I hiss out as another orgasm steals over me, blacking out my vision. I crumble against him, depleted of energy. My nose nuzzles against his neck and I inhale his scent.
“You got my pants wet,” he murmurs, his voice raw and husky.
I start to pull away, but he grips me tight.
“I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”
His cock twitches at his words between us as if to agree.
August
I stare at myself in the foggy mirror and try