This Is Forever (12 page)

“Good. When you go out send Rhys in. he seriously needs a shower…” she said and started taking her sneakers off. Clearly she was going to join him.

“Aye aye
cap’n. And I’ll tell him to lock the door on his way in.”

She winked at him and he grabbed his bag on the way out.
As soon as Lola was off he was whisking her back to the hotel room. They had unfinished business, and he was through being cautious. Tonight was the night.

FIFTEEN

Winter was right it was really fucking hot on stage. She could feel her hair drooping, and her mascara melting. Lord this better not become the norm for this tour she thought as she sang through the final song they had on their set list. Not two minutes and she would be able to leave, and find a shower.

Tonight’s event didn’t have a meet and greet scheduled for the Carnival and for that she was grateful. The siren song of a hot shower and a cuddle with
Winter was all she wanted to do.

She sang, went through the motions of being there but her head was already far from the throng. When the lights went down and the crowd roared she thanked them and was off like a shot towards the stage side exit and freedom. And
Winter. Lord he looked good leaning against the support post, his eyes on her.

His jeans hugged just perfectly and she knew without a shadow of a doubt he wasn’t wearing underwear. T shirt stretched over his chest,
hoodie slung over his messenger bag. The two girls in front of him, were talking, and he was nodding as if he was listening, but his eyes were riveted to her approaching frame. She winked at him and he smirked at her.

“You look like drowned rat Lo.” He said and held out his hand.

She arched a brow at him. The two girls turned, mid sentence to look at her. They looked confused, as if they weren’t sure if they should shoot her daggers or gush over the fact that it was her. She didn’t bother to give them the time to make the decision, and took his hand. He pulled her close and chuckled. “Told ya it was hells forest out there tonight.”

“You weren’t kidding. Holy fuck my face is melting.”
She heard a titter from the vicinity of the girls and turned.

“Ah, Lo, this is Sandra, and Tracy,” he motioned to them.

The brunette cocked her hip and frowned. “Amanda and Melanie. Did you forget already? Don’t worry baby, it will be the last time.”

Lola raised a brow. Well, this one was cocky wasn’t she?

Winter didn’t even skip a beat. “Ah yeah, sorry. Amanda and Melanie. They have been standing here chatting  with me while I waited on you. You ready to go?”

“Yes!” they both said and
Winter laughed.

“I was talking to Lady
Cavendish here.”

They frowned.

She nodded. “I need a shower, and possibly a delousing. Was it me or were bugs flying like crazy towards the stage tonight?”

“The lights genius.”
He said and pulled her closer. “You still look damn cute though.”

This was interesting. He was completely past public flirting and was ignoring the girls. Well if that wasn’t a green light to his feelings and intentions
she didn’t know what was. She leaned in. “And apparently you find drowned rats cute?”

“If they are you?
Yes.”

“So
Winter? We going to party or what?’

He looked over at them like he completely forgot they were still standing there and then shook his head. “Sorry
hun, Ms. Cavendish and I have plans, don’t we Lo?”

She smiled at him and nodded.
“As long as there’s a shower in those plans.”

He grinned. “
Several.” He said and kissed her.

“Holy shit.”
One of the girls said.

Lola leaned into the kiss, letting his lips, teeth and
tongue own her, claim her in front of two other people that were hopeful of their attentions. He ended the kiss and then turned towards their audience, as if to say ‘well you have your answer don’t you?’ and then pushed away from the wall.

“Have a great night ladies, and it was great to meet you.” He offered and then turned on his heel and pulled Lola along with him as he beeline for the official backstage exit.

“You just seriously dissed two fans.” She said as they walked towards a waiting cab.

He scoffed.
“My ass. Those were wannabe feathers. Spot them a mile away. No finesse, no imagination.”

“Ok fine then if that’s true, we just went public to two groupies.”

He didn’t look fazed. “Yes and no. They will report back to the other girls I hooked up with you in Camden, but they won’t know if it’s a permanent thing. They will wonder, and they will give me a wide berth.”

“But
Winter, the fans make the music lucrative.”

They were now speeding from the
grounds, and towards the city over the bridge.

“Fans do. Feathers are just looking for an experience that has nothing to do with the music. Fans I love.
Feathers? Not so much. I’m not Rhys, you know? I don’t interact with them for my ego, which is his MO. They all want me as a conquest.”

She frowned. “You can’t be certain of that.”

“I can and I am. Trust me, they only want one thing from me.”

She turned towards him and grinned. “And what if that’s what I want from you?”

“Oh you’re going to get it, that’s something I can guarantee, and soon.” They had turned onto Spring Garden and were driving towards their hotel.

She climbed into his lap, her thighs resting on either side of his own and she leaned in, her mouth close to his ear.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

He nodded.

She smiled. “When you sent me that picture of you in the shower?”

He nodded again.

“I had to excuse myself, and I locked myself in the bathroom. It was so fucking hot Winter, seeing you hard, soapy and I knew it was me that you were thinking about…” she leaned in and nipped his ear lobe. “It took me three minutes to come baby… thinking about you in that shower, touching yourself. I wanted to be the one to do it.”

His hands gripped her hips and he ground her down till she was
flush with his erection. He groaned.

“Oh you’re going to Nat, I’m going to destroy you, baby… just as soon as we get in our room.
” he kissed her hard, bucked up so she felt as much as she could within the confines of his jeans, and she gasped.

They stopped and
Winter pulled away, handed the guy a fifty told him to keep the change and in seconds they were through the lobby doors and in an elevator. He had her up against the wall as the doors closed, and lifted her up so she could curl her legs around his waist, her core once again snug against his cock. They kissed, nipped at each other’s mouths as the lift ascended.

“So you just decided that tonight you would jump me?” he asked and licked her bottom lip.

“Honestly? I wanted to this morning, and you know, you have been such a good boy, and so good to me… I think it’s about time we let nature take its course.”

“Good, because I need you like I need air. I need to feel you stroking me, that sweet pussy fluttering around my cock as you come. I need to hear you sigh for
me, call my name in a hoarse whisper as the sun rises. I need to claim you Natasha, and by tomorrow there will be no question who owns you, of who you belong to.  By morning everything will be right with the world. Trust me?”

She nodded.

“Then let’s get you that shower. I’m taking Natasha tonight, not Lola.”

His words made her shiver. She loved when he was coarse, loved that he talked dirty,
loved more that he meant it. The elevator dinged and he grabbed their bags and strode out into the hall, with a swagger she adored. He made it to their door, keyed the lock and they were in.

They kissed and he dropped the bags, and unwound her legs from his waist, setting her on her feet. She pulled away from the kiss and frowned. “You’re not joining me? I figured you would just bee line to the bathroom.”

He shook his head. “I told you, tonight I’m taking Natasha. I think she needs to make her appearance. You know I adore Lola, but tonight, tonight is for Nat and Nat alone. Take your time.”

She smirked at him. “And just what will you
be doing.”

He didn’t answer her, just started taking his clothes off, revealing all those yards of tan skin. She was torn. On the one hand, she wanted to watch him
strip, on the other the shower was calling her name. She slipped her Mary Jane’s off and unrolled her stockings, watching as he finally took hold of the button fly of his jeans and popped the first button.

“Better hurry.” He breathed and licked his bottom lip.

She groaned and skipped to the bathroom and took one of the fastest showers she ever had in her life.  Minutes later she was clean, devoid of all makeup and ready, for him. The feel of her own hand on her skin and between her thighs amped her up, and she was all but shaking as she walked through the door into the bedroom proper. The sight that greeted her stole her breath.

Winter
, lounging nude on the bed, one leg propped up, the other prone, one arm, slung behind his head, the other at rest on his stomach, his fingers a scan’t inch from his belly button. Sweet hell he was hot. She never had a thing for guys with big bulging muscles, like her other friends had. It was because a lean, well toned and cut body, a swimmers build, was her first look at a real male body, and she loved it. Sure he was wide the shoulders, had great arms and thighs, but he was never imposing. Quiet strength she always thought of it as, and now was no different. If anything, he looked better than back then.

He had grown into his body, more comfortable with it, with everything about himself. Confidence the likes of which she had never seen from him. His shyness was gone, replaced by the man before her, the man that was eyeing her up like he was starving.

She smiled at him and dropped the towel that was wrapped around her body, standing in the low lights of the room. He took her in, his eyes traveling down the length of her, then back up, a soft smile on his lips.

He crooked his finger at her, the smile turning to a lazy smirk and he ran his tongue over his bottom lip slowly. Her core clenched, blooming tingles in the recesses of her being. She moved forward slowly, her steps shaking her hips with a gentle sway. When she reached him, she climbed up onto the bed and crawled over to him. She felt sexy, even devoid of all makeup and clothing, wearing nothing but her kitten collar, she, as Natasha, felt sexy and wanted. She always thought he wanted Lola, and only Lola, the girl she pretended to be. That he demanded her, the real her told her so much…

As she reached him and leaned in for a kiss he was quick, and she was all of a sudden on her back, her strong and sexy Winter on top of her, cradled between her thighs. He looked down at her, that sexy smile returning for mere moments before he leaned in and kissed her.

She
arched up to him, felt his hands on her sides, slowly sliding down to her hips.

“Sweet
Christ you are so fucking beautiful Natasha…” he breathed into her mouth and then groaned as she arched again, making her intentions clear. He chuckled and shook his head. “This isn’t going to be a quick fuck Nat. I haven’t had my lips on you in years. I plan to kiss and lick every inch I can, make you whimper and beg me to slide into you. I have been dreaming about having you like this love,” he punctuated his words with a slow slide of his shaft against her, the glide made easier by the fact that she was getting wetter by the second.

“I love making you hard baby
...” she said and sobbed. The friction, the sweet torture of his body against, not inside, hers, was making her crazy.

“Nobody gets my cock up like you do Nat.” he murmured and kissed his way down her throat to her nipple and sucked.
She moaned, licked her lips. He bit down, just this side of pain, and she felt it down to her core. Then he traveled south, planting wet, open mouth kisses on her skin as he went.

He moved lower, reached for her thigh and pulled it up around his waist as he slid down her body till her knee was resting over his shoulder. His other hand traveled north, settling just around her throat, his fingers playing with the little snowflake crystal that dangled from the ring.
She loved the implied possession, the way he held her down. It was erotic, the trust, but also the small possibility that his tastes had changed and he was going to get kinky. It excited her.

“I can’t get enough of how you taste Nat,” he said and placed a soft kiss on her mound.
She arched again, her back lifting at an exaggerated angle, Winter looked up her body, his hand still on her neck and grinned, then lowered his face back to her body and slipped his tongue between her folds. She gasped as she felt two fingers slide into her and his lips sucked sweetly on her clit.

“
Winter… please….I…” was all she was able to get out, the sensations he was creating were carrying her over the edge quickly.

He hooked his fingers, pressing on that little bundle of nerves from the inside and pulled down. She
detonated her spine bowing as she sobbed out his name.

“Fuck I love watching you
come baby…” he said softly, his fingers still pumping inside her. “But I like feeling it around my cock much better.”

She came down, her body going liquid under him and she looked down past her still trembling breasts to the raw heat in his eyes.
She bit her bottom lip. “Please…”