Never

Chapter 29: Unraveling

Winter's POV:

I stood in the shower, letting the hot water run over the back of my head and neck where my hangover headache settled. Closing my eyes, I breathed out in an attempt to calm myself. I thought Gerry was a good lead to Ulysses, but I didn't know he was turned by Ulysses. That was even more promising than I hoped for but what was more promising?

Elias was looking for Ulysses. If he found him and I tracked Ulysses down...

A quiver of uncertainty, fear and excitement all went through me at once. This would either make or break me. I'd either find them or I'd find out what happened to them. I could be with my family soon. Or...

A shudder ran through me and my chest tightened. No. They're fine. Don't think like that. They're fine and if they're not...

If they weren't, I wasn't sure what I would do. Finding them was the only goal I'd had over the last six years. If it was all for nothing, what the hell was the point of anything else?

I heard my phone vibrate on the counter outside the shower but ignored it. It was probably Selene asking me to go on a mission or wanting to tell me about her hook ups. Or it was him.

I took in a long breath, opening my eyes and hating the way my body warmed thinking about Thaddeus. It wasn't good, but...

I couldn't stop thinking about last night. Drinking the memory away didn't work. I wasn't forgetting that. I'd never had a more intense orgasm and we only did one thing. My chest rose and fell quickly as I remembered the look he gave me right before he lowered his head between my legs. My clit throbbed and my pussy clenched.

Stop it.

I needed to stop. I needed to stop reaching for the showerhead and slowly lowering it over the front of my body. I needed to stop thinking those red eyes and the dark veins that showed up were sexy. I'd spent my whole life afraid of that look. Afraid of the hunger and mercilessness that came with it. Last night, it wasn't scary. It was anything but.

I changed the setting on the showerhead and moved it over my clit, gasping. A whimper escaped as I closed my eyes and remembered the night he kissed me.

Fuck it. It's worth the burn.

I moved the showerhead around, a low moan escaping. Fuck him. Fuck him and his voice and his way with words and everything about him. I couldn't do this. I couldn't...

If burning is what I need to do to taste you, then I'll fucking burn.

Another whimper escaped and I turned, bracing a hand on the wall of the shower while the other continued moving the showerhead until the water hit a spot just right. I dropped my head against the tile, panting as pleasure shot through me.

It won't be the first time I burn for you. It won't be the last.

I groaned, resting my forehead against the shower and grabbing my breast with one hand while the other kept a steady rhythm, moving the showerhead against my clit in ways that somehow still didn't make me as wet as he did last night.

I'll let you muffling yourself go this time since there's a house full of people. Next time, don't you even fucking think about it.

I whimpered, pinching my nipple between my fingers and moving my hips against the water spraying on me. Fuck him. Fuck his stupid accent. Fuck his stupid eyes. Fuck his stupid smile. Fuck him for making me cum better than I ever had. Next time. That implied he intended for it to happen again. I moaned, the pleasure taking on a new intensity at the idea of him doing that again.