Wanting Winter(24)

“Please. I just want to have a little peek,” she whines in a childish voice.

“You are so weird,” I laugh. “Come on; let’s go.” I grab my bag putting in my keys and phone.

Approaching Trent’s door, I knock on it, and, after a moment, Drake opens it up with his eyes almost popping out when he sees me, and I giggle at his expression. “You have a bit of drool.” I point to the corner of my mouth.

He lifts his hand to wipe his lip.

“I was joking.”

His eyes stay on me. “You look beautiful,” he says, causing me to blush a little.

“Thank you. Candice wanted to see your bachelor pad.”

He moves out of the way so we can walk in.

“It is tidier than I thought it would be,” Candice says, looking around. “Where’s Trent? He isn’t still getting ready, is he?” she jokes.

“He’s in his room,” Drake replies. I look at him and his eyes are still on me, so I wink at him, causing him to look away.

“I’ll go see if he’s ready,” she sing-songs, walking to where the bedrooms are.

I look back to Drake who won’t make eye contact with me now. “You look nice,” I tell him. “I like your hair like that.” It is styled up, giving him that edgier look. It does make him look more attractive.

“Thank you. You look really good too.” He sits on the couch and I follow suit, my dress riding up my thigh, and his eyes go to my legs before looking away.

I feel like laughing at him for his adorableness. “You looking forward to tonight?”

He nods his head. I take hold of his hand giving it a squeeze, and his eyes go towards our hands.

“You can relax. Please relax around me.”

He looks up into my eyes, really looking at me, and smiles. “I’ll try.”





Trent


I am putting on my shirt when there is a knock on the door and Candice walks in before I have a chance to answer. I look at her, wearing a so-called dress that looks like a small piece of material. “What are you doing in my home? Where’s Winter?” I say angrily.

Her eyes look at my body.

I start buttoning up my shirt, but she saunters over, stopping my movements, her hands going on my bared chest. “You really do have an amazing body. It’s a good thing I have you on tap.” She licks her lips. “Winter is starting to have second thoughts about you. You really don’t know how to act normal do you?” She trails her nails down my abs.

“What do you mean she is having second thoughts?”

“She knows something isn’t right as you went from fucking her brains out to hardly touching her. I guess it doesn’t help me putting ideas in her head that she may be shit in bed.” She looks up at me from under fluttering eyelashes.

I push her away steeping back. “You said what? What the fuck do you think you are playing at?” I almost roar out.

“Why aren’t you sleeping with her? You want to keep the memory of me in your head a little longer?” she says kissing my neck. “Plus, if she does end things with you, just think, you would be free from me. It does work out either way.” She steps back walking towards my bed taking a seat, crossing her legs.

“I am getting myself checked as I was an idiot for not wearing protection with you. You fuck anything that moves so I don’t want to put any diseases on Winter; she doesn’t deserve that,” I spew out.

“Do you really think I don’t get checked out? You are the first guy I have ever let go bareback with me. You can talk, talking about me fucking with just anyone; you just screw girls without a second thought, and right now, you are fucking with your girlfriend’s best friend, so it doesn’t say much for you.” She stands and comes back over to me. “You are going to fuck me tonight.” I open my mouth to interrupt her, but she covers my mouth with her hand. “You can wear protection, but it’s going to happen. When I say when, be ready.” She stands on her tiptoes and kisses my cheek. “You better wipe my lipstick mark away, we don’t want Winter to get any more ideas,” she says and leaves.

I stand there with a knot in my stomach.

I knew this would happen once she mentioned going out tonight. She is going to make me fuck her with Winter being close by.

I am going to have to get very drunk tonight—so drunk that I won’t remember a thing.





Winter


Candice bounces back in the living room sitting on my lap causing me to yelp because of her bony ass. “I hope you’re comfortable,” I tease.

“I am actually. Trent is almost ready,” she says, and I nod.

After a few minutes, Trent walks into the room and his eyes go to Candice sitting on me. He heads to the kitchen without saying a word and brings out a bottle of tequila. “Who wants a shot?” he asks, bringing a few shot glasses with him.

“I will,” Drake says. Trent lines up the shot glasses, pouring each of us a shot even though Candice and I haven’t asked for one. “We not having salt and lemon?”

“Salt and lemon are for pussies.” Trent downs his shot and pours himself another, downing that one too.

“I would like salt and lemon,” I say. I think I will throw up if I have to take it straight.