My Ex’s Dad is Coming to Town (Bringing Home Trouble)

8. Winter

CHAPTER 8

WINTER

Mind. Blown. I had no idea my body was capable of the type of sensations Cole pulled from me. It was like he knew exactly how to touch me, like he’d been given some sort of secret sheet music and used my body like an instrument only he knew how to play.

While aftershocks from my orgasm still pulsed through me, he pulled back the covers and laid me down on the giant bed. Feeling lazy and languid, I tucked my hands under my cheek and watched him finish undressing. Broad shoulders gave way to chiseled pecs and ridged abs. And when he slid his pants and briefs down his legs, my eyes widened. I’d felt his erection through his pants, but seeing it bared before me made me suck in a breath.

“You like what you see?” He wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped it a few times.

“I like it, but I think you might rip me in half with that thing. ”

He chuckled. “‘That thing’ is going to send you flying. We’ll go slow. I promise I won’t hurt you. That’s the last thing I’d ever do, Baby Girl.”

His words soothed my nerves. I held out my arms, eager for him to join me. He climbed onto the bed and hovered over me. He’d taken care of my needs. Now I’d take care of his.

Cole didn’t seem to be in any hurry. His hands explored, barely skimming over my skin, as his lips met mine. I’d never tasted myself before, but with him, I was eager for everything he wanted to give me.

His kisses grew hungrier and his erection grew bigger. It pressed into my hip, though he kept his full weight from crushing me by propping himself up on an elbow. Even though I’d already had my release, my core pulsed with need. I couldn’t get enough of this man.

“You’re sure about this, Winter?” Cole pulled back and looked down at me. Naked desire burned in his eyes. I wanted him to feel the same seismic shift that I’d felt when he made me come.

“Yes.” I added a nod, making it crystal clear that having him inside me was exactly what I wanted, what I needed.

In one smooth move, he flipped onto his back and clasped me to his chest. “You’re in control. Just take as much as you want. There’s no rush.”

Me? In charge? He had to be joking. Cole was the one with all the experience. I’d never been one to initiate much in the bedroom. In fact, I’d never actually orgasmed during sex before. I was happy if I could get off during foreplay. Sometimes I’d even fake it and finish things myself.

Cole ripped open a condom he’d produced from out of thin air and unrolled it down his length. Then he put his hands on my hips and guided me onto his erection.

I bit my lip and shifted my hips, giving myself plenty of time to stretch around him before I sank down any further. I’d expected a little pain—he was by far the most well-endowed man I’d ever been with—but all I felt was a little tightness and a fullness that made me crave more.

“That’s it, gorgeous.” Cole moved one hand from my hip to fondle my breasts. He rolled my nipple between his fingers until it hardened, then switched his attention to the other side.

I could have stayed like that forever, his cock filling me, his fingers toying with me, but something inside me needed more. My hips shifted. He moved his hand down between us and grazed my clit with his fingers. I arched my back and sank even lower until he filled me completely.

“So good,” I mumbled, half delirious with the promise of another release hovering just out of my reach.

Cole sat up, shifting the angle of his cock inside me. Oh. My. Mistletoe. My need built. I grabbed onto his arms and lifted my hips. Using his shoulders as leverage, I slid up and down his cock until the pressure inside me exploded.

Cole cupped my chin in his hands and kissed me as I gave into wave after wave of release. His hips thrust up over and over. All I could do was cling to him as he filled me. Then he let out a long, low groan and stilled.

Wrung out in the best possible way, I sagged against him… the only man who I’d ever been able to climax with during sex… Cole Calvin… my ex’s father.

Cole

After I disposed of the condom and cleaned both of us up, I did something I hadn’t done in over a decade… I climbed back into bed and held her. With her cheek pressed to my chest, my fingers made lazy circles on her shoulder while her hair tickled my nose. She smelled like sex and peppermint, and I laid there horrified about what I’d just done.

There was no doubt in my mind that one night with Winter wouldn’t be enough. Even as I’d said the words, I knew they were a lie. She’d burrowed her way into my heart, and I never wanted to let her go.

As she drifted off to sleep and her breathing evened out, I tried to figure out how I could keep her. It took forever for me to fall asleep, and it seemed like as soon as I finally closed my eyes, the sun was peeking through the shades we’d never gotten around to closing the night before.

Winter was still curled into me, and I let myself take a few moments to enjoy the feeling of waking up with her in my arms before I reached for my phone. As much as I wanted her, it would be in both of our best interests to get to the airport and go our separate ways.

I typed in my passcode and several notifications popped up. All morning flights had been canceled due to the storm. I groaned, and she opened her eyes.

“Are you always so grumpy in the morning?” she teased.

“There aren’t any flights going out of O’Hare today. By the time they start up again, they’ll be so backed up, I’m not sure either one of us will get where we’re going before Christmas.” I couldn’t care less about my trip to the Bahamas, but she hadn’t spent a happy holiday with her family in years. She needed to get home to Texas.

“Does that mean we get to stay here for another couple of days?” Her fingers danced along my ribcage then ventured lower. My cock twitched in response, though I’d been hard since the moment I opened my eyes.

As much as I wished I could shut out the world and spend the holidays cocooned in this suite with Winter in my arms, it wasn’t an option. What happened between us couldn’t be more than a once-in-a-lifetime fling… a dirty little secret I’d take with me to my grave. “Your family’s waiting on you, Baby Girl. I’m going to get you home in time for Christmas day. You have my word.”

Winter took in a deep inhale and flung the covers away. Then she paraded across the bedroom in her birthday suit and disappeared into the bathroom. My cock throbbed with an insatiable need. I’d never get my fill of her.

I groaned and pulled on my clothes from the day before. If I couldn’t get her home on a flight, I’d drive her there myself. It was only a little over eleven hundred miles to get from Chicago to her hometown outside of Austin. Even if I pushed myself, we’d still have to stop for at least one night.

One more night with Winter. That’s what I’d allow myself. After that, I needed to let her go for good.