Wanting Winter(48)

“I’m on the implant,” I tell him.

He nods. “Come on. I’ll take you home.”

He takes hold of my hand, guiding me into the building. We walk up the stairs, neither of us saying a word. I feel like we are more distant now that we have had sex. I feel like this big wall is now between us. When we get to my door, he can hardly look at me and I wrap my arms around my middle, feeling cold.

Does he regret it?

“Do you want to come in? Cuddle on the couch?” I give him a small smile.

He looks at my door then down the hallway. “I think I’d better head home myself.”

I nod my head, feeling disappointed and hurt. “Okay. Will I see you tomorrow?” I can hear the neediness in my voice.

“I’ll give you a call.” He comes forward, kissing my lips softly before pulling back and leaving. I stay there watching him until he’s gone.

Walking into my apartment, I close the door behind me, sliding down it, hugging my knees to myself, tears falling down my face.

It was me who wanted it, but why do I feel used?

Or that it was the worse sex of his life?

I don’t know how long I sit there for before there is a knock on the door. I stand up hoping its Drake, changing his mind.

Opening it, I am surprised who is standing there.

“Trent, what are you doing here?”





Drake


I have waited so long to be with Winter, I have dreamt about being with her. Watching her fall apart because of me, knowing she was in ecstasy should have pleased me, but it didn’t.

When I was fucking her, it was so good, but after, when I looked at her, she’d changed in my eyes somehow. I can’t explain it, but seeing her sitting on my car, her pussy bare, knowing another guy was inside her before made me want to mark her as my own.

But now…I feel differently.

I just wish I knew why.

She looked so sad when I told her I was heading back to my place. I know she wanted me to hold her, to comfort her, but I just couldn’t do it.





Seventeen





Trent





An hour earlier





“Why did you have to bring me home? I was having a good time,” Candice whines, slurring over her words.

Even though she has slept, she has woken up still drunk and she is really starting to annoy me.

“You fucking passed out. What is wrong with you? Why did you drink so much?” I yell at her.

“When Winter passed out she was all cute and sweet, but when I do it, I am a fucking mess. Can you blame me for drinking so much when my boyfriend can’t keep his eyes off his ex? You ignored me,” she spits at me.

“I told you that I still wanted her before I took this so-called relationship on. I said I was still into Winter, and you said you understood.”

“I didn’t think you would be fucking me and pining over her at the same time. You aren’t even trying. You enjoy getting your dick wet but when it comes to getting to know me, you’d rather stab your eye with a pen.” She heads to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water.

“I have tried to get to know you, but there’s nothing there. The sex is good, but a relationship can’t be built on just that.

“I was fucking my best friend’s boyfriend; did you really think I was a saint? People annoy me.”

I watch her drink most of the water before setting it down and shake my head. How did Winter have her as a friend? Winter probably brought out the better side to her.

Again, my thoughts are on Winter.

“I can’t do this anymore.” I face her.

“I heard that line before.” She walks slowly towards me. “You say you can’t do this, but your dick still wants it.” Her hands slide down my body until she takes hold of my covered cock. “He likes me,” she whispers.

My dick does like her, but I am starting to resent her.

“I don’t care if my dick likes you. I am sure it would stand up for any girl touching it. All we do is argue and fuck. It’s not healthy.”

“Nothing about us was ever healthy. Why don’t we just have a good fuck then go to bed.” She starts to pull down my zip.

I pull away from her, walking towards the window. “I don’t want to be with you, Candice. Each day I am with you, the more I wish I was with Winter,” I say honestly.

I see the anger in her eyes and she grabs the vase that’s close to her, throwing it at me. Luckily it bounces off the wall and not through the window.

“I am sick of hearing her fucking name. She won’t touch you. She hates you as much as she hates me. You have no chance with her,” she screams.

“But I have to try. I’m sorry Candice.”

She laughs. She actually laughs like a crazy person. “I lost the only person who sincerely liked me for you because I thought you would be different. I wanted what you both had. I now have no one.” Her voice shakes on the last sentence. I start to walk towards her, but she raises her hand stopping me. “I’m going to go. Enjoy being alone,” she says before she is out the door, slamming it shut.

I stand there feeling lighter.

I look out the window and this pain hits me right in the chest as I see Winter fucking Drake on top of his car—see him fuck her like some kind of wild animal.