Fight(33)

“Did he ever hurt you?” I asked.

Why would you ask that, Tripp? What good can come of the answer?

“Of course he did,” Winter said. “But all I knew was that when I came to the Red Aces MC, I felt protected. Safe. Up until the last few months. Everyone seemed on edge. Rocky and Stoney argued a lot. They got into a couple fist fights even. I think Rocky wanted to push at Skull X for some reason. Stoney tried to stop him. And, well, look how it turned out.”

I couldn't stop putting the pieces together. I knew nothing of this shit. Trying to figure out murder, betrayal, all that stuff. I was a fighter. When I wasn’t fighting, I was f*cking. When I wasn’t fighting or f*cking, I was having a few drinks and waiting to fall asleep.

But Aldo had sent me here for a reason and it wasn’t protection.

“Is there anything else?” I asked.

“That’s everything,” Winter said. “I had no idea who your boss was. Or that it was all connected.”

“I know, darling. I know. There’s something going on. There’s…”

And then it hit me. Oh, man, it f*cking hit me.

I stepped back, putting Winter at arms length. Her blue eyes tore through the last few shreds of my heart. There was no turning away. There was no turning back either.

“Tripp, what is it?”

“I know what this is now,” I said. “I know what’s happening.”

“What?” Winter asked.

“This has nothing to do with you,” I said. “I wasn’t sent here to protect you. It’s about her… shit, darling, they want your kid.”



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It made sense now. Rocky was dead because of what he knew or what he wouldn’t share that he knew. Someone tried to take out Endo. They were the ones who were directly involved with Winter. And if they wanted Winter dead, she’d be dead. I had nothing to do with protecting her. This was all about what she had done. What she had been forced to do.

Winter was shaking as we stared at each other.

“Tripp,” she whispered. “We’re in danger, aren’t we?”

“Yeah,” I said. “We’re in this deep, darling.”

“What do we do?”

There was a handful of things we could have done right then. None of them should have been what I decided to do.

I pulled Winter close to me and kissed her.

Our lips collided in a dark and beautiful way. My hands pulled at her shirt, wanting to touch her bare skin again. My right hand touched against her belly. My intrigue was through the roof with her. The intense feelings racing through my body were almost foreign to me.

When our tongues touched, she moaned into my mouth. Her nails dug harder at my neck, scratching at me, tearing at my skin.

I walked forward, pushing her to the bed.

I lifted her shirt up and over her head. My hands cupped her face, pulling her back to me for another kiss. Her mouth was delicious, she was the best kiss I ever had in my life.

Reaching around, I unsnapped her bra and she let it fall to the floor.

My hands cupped her breasts, keeping a small distance between us. Our kiss broke, our foreheads touching, and I looked down at my hands touching her. I cupped her hard, gritting my teeth, my cock pulsing in my jeans. I slid my hands down and cupped under her breasts, admiring their beautiful shape and size. I then inched down and kissed her chest, slowly working down to her left breast first. My tongue demanded another taste of her nipple, swirling around, flicking, my teething gently grazing, just enough to make Winter shiver.

I moved to her other breast and did the same.

I slipped my hands around to her back, leaving her breasts dangling in my face. I looked up at her. Her head was down, hair in her face, and a little smile crept across her face. My heart pounded f*cking hard. Harder than any fight I’d ever been involved with. That meant Winter was more addicting than a fight, which seemed impossible.

Her hands played with my hair.

I kissed below her breasts.

Then I moved down a little more and did it again.

And again.

I kissed above her belly button and quickly moved under it.

Her stomach fluttered with my kisses.

She was beautiful, her skin soft and sweet.

But I wanted something sweeter.

I opened her pants and tugged at the sides. Her hips tick-tocked left to right as I took them off her. She kicked her pants off.

Finally.

I ran my hands up her legs and wasted no time gripping the top of her black panties and pulling at them. I watched her bare mound appear before my eyes, her tender folds there, her * for the taking.

When she stepped out of her panties, I gritted my teeth.

I came forward and pressed my lips to her mound, tasting her smooth skin. Inching down, I slipped my tongue between her legs, demanding to taste her. The tip of my tongue cut along her wet folds, bringing me her sweet flavor. One taste was not enough for me. No f*cking way in hell.

My hands slapped at her hips and I pushed her back on the bed. Winter cried out as she fell to her ass on the bed. My hands touched her knees and opened her legs. No more time could pass by now.

I kissed her inner thigh and then raced up her leg. Her smell flooded my senses. I placed my right hand on her mound, my thumb rubbing the gentle nub of her clit. She cried out and thrust at me. My thumb slid down between her folds.