Page 8 of The Sound of Secrets

Liking him was the issue. And falling in love with him was a looming threat I had to take seriously.

Win’s cock was warm and hard against my tongue. I curled a hand around the back of one of his strong thighs. The muscle tensed under my palm as his hands landed on the top of my head. I felt his fingers spasm, but he couldn’t clutch at my hair the same way he used to. I felt frustration ripple through his big body. The only way I could think to comfort him was to pull him closer and do a better job of taking his mind off his pain, be it physical or mental.

I rolled my tongue around the impressive length stuffed into my mouth and added my hand to the amount I couldn’t take in. Win swore from above and shifted his hold to the back of my head, urging me to move forward and pull him deeper. The motion caused me to gag as Win hastily apologized.

“You were gone for a long time, Harvey. My self-control isn’t what it normally is.” He scoffed. “Not that it ever is where you’re concerned.”

I hummed at the offhanded compliment and pulled back so I could flick the tip of my tongue around the arrowed tip and already damp slit. I dragged my handalong his length, applying light pressure until I heard him groan. His hips shifted again, and his cock slid across the roof of my mouth. I used my tongue to massage the underside and felt his body kick in response. The heavy vein throbbed in time with my movements and my name came out in a rough whisper as Win’s fingers tangled in my short hair. In turn, I dug my nails into the back of his thigh.

He smelled fresh and clean from the shower, and he tasted like raw, unfiltered man. Whenever I was close to Win in this way, he overwhelmed my senses. I thought I was well-versed and experienced enough to treat my interactions with him like any other hook-up. I grossly underestimated my response to him. Even when I was focused on giving him pleasure and making him lose his ironclad composure, my body heated and quivered with arousal. Touching Win turned me on and made me forget all the excellent reasons we weren’t supposed to be together. If I planned this sensual assault better, I would’ve stripped down while he was still in the shower while I watched him like a voyeur. I longed to touch myself. To rub my fingers over my pebbled nipples and to stroke them through the wetness I could feel gathering between my legs. My body clearly indicated I was as deprived by the distance I put between us as Win claimed to be.

Win moved his hips with more force and a faint salty flavor touched my tongue. I swallowed as his tip hit as deep as he could go. My eyes watered, and Win swore.

I tightened my hand and felt his entire body contract. His heavy breathing and the faint tremor in histhighs indicated he was close to shooting his release down my throat. Before he reached his completion, he pulled me off of his cock and yanked me to my feet with shaking hands.

I absently wondered if he enjoyed the taste of himself when his lips landed on mine. It still felt like an absurd fever dream that I, Channing Harvey, was kissingtheWinchester Halliday like there was no tomorrow. Touching him felt like playing with fire. Everywhere his bare skin pressed against mine burned. I gasped as he roughly pulled my clothes from my body, leaving me as naked as he was on the end of the bed. I could feel the difference in his hands as they ghosted across my chest and down my torso. It was almost like he was hesitant to let them fully rest against my skin. An unsure Win was oddly endearing, so I put my hands over his and pushed them down until my breasts filled his palms. My nipples drilled into his touch as I wiggled impatiently underneath him.

The way he kissed me was full of longing and maybe a hint of despair. I knew that leaving when I did would affect him, but not to this extent. He kissed me like he would never let me go.

Win’s knee went between my legs, and my arms wrapped around his broad shoulders. His body was covered in new battle wounds, and whenever they grazed against me, I felt him flinch.

When he finally released my lips, I told him, “Stop it. I want you to focus on me. Nothing else.” Maybe I wasn’t enough to take his mind off everything he’d lost recently.

Win’s lips skimmed over my cheek and pressed against my ear. His teeth nipped at my earlobe and his breath was hot on the side of my face when he whispered, “You’re all I’ve been thinking about since the moment you left. I’ve never focused on anyone so hard in my life.”

I let one of my hands fall from his broad shoulder and trailed it down his side until my fingers lightly touched the healed bullet wound. It was so garish on such a fine specimen of masculinity. “You’ve survived so much, Win. All these marks are a reminder that you’re still here. You won.”

He chuckled softly. “If I won, does that mean I get to pick a prize?”

I laughed as well, but it quickly turned into a gasp when I felt his fingers dive between my legs and skim through the dampness coating my folds and entrance. “Collect more tickets if you want thebigprize. Right now, you only have enough for the small ones.”

His teeth bit down, causing me to arch into him. I curled a leg around his lean waist and used my heel for leverage to push myself against him. I felt his long fingers stroke their way inside of me and the line of moisture left by the tip of his cock as it dragged along the inside of my thigh.

I was fully immersed in sensation. Being with Win always felt like something bigger than scratching a sexual itch. Not because he was particularly spectacular in bed or that I was so hard up that I was easily satisfied. There was something about the two of us together that felt like it created a perfect storm that swept away all our differences and complications. Being with Win was thebest balance between passion and possibility I could ask for. None of the men I’d been with before him ever made me feel like the potential for more was infinite. When he was inside me, I forgot to worry about the future because the present was so powerful and poignant.

“I’m not good at games. You know how I grew up. If you tell me the best way to win those tickets, I’ll dedicate myself to the task fully. I don’t half-ass anything.”

He certainly didn’t. I felt his touch everywhere. I was enveloped in his warmth. When he shifted his body and pushed inside of me, I moaned his name and my vision blanked out. I threw my head back against the bed.

My body welcomed him home.

His lips moved from my ear to the side of my neck, and I felt his tongue lick down to my collarbone. I heard my heartbeat in my ears and my breath rushed out of my lungs. I wrapped my other leg around his waist and held on for dear life as he started to frantically move within me. Win’s thrusts were rushed and frenzied. He growled against my skin and one of his hands squeezed my hip hard enough it hurt. When he reacted like this, his new scoundrel-like appearance fit him even more. I laughed to myself when I imagined him dressed as a sexy pirate. The silent giggle died in my throat when his fingers moved from my hip to the cleft of my backside. My eyes popped wide when his rough touch started to explore places he never had before.

I never imagined he could be so bold.

Win Halliday was supposed to be too refined to get down and dirty in bed.

Maybe I could get him to dress up for me after all.

“Ahhh…” Win’s movement paused and his ragged breathing stilled. He pulled away, and I watched as the blood drained from his face. He slapped a hand over his burned shoulder while his face contorted with pain. He pushed up and moved to collapse next to me. He panted through the spasm and closed his eyes. “Sorry. Cramp.”

I sighed while reaching out to rub the river of perspiration that ran down from his temple. I wasn’t sure, but it looked like he had even more silver strands threaded throughout the black than when I last saw him.

“You need to follow through with whatever your doctor advised you to do in order to heal properly. There’s no reason to cause yourself unnecessary pain. Your entire family has suffered enough. Don’t punish yourself for things that aren’t your fault, Win.”

Instead of responding to my advice, he tugged at my hand until I took the hint and straddled him. His erection was still standing tall and prominent. It looked sexy, glistening with the evidence of our combined arousal.

“Remember when I made the rule that you weren’t allowed to mention my mother when we were having sex?” I placed his hands on my waist to help me balance while I grabbed his cock and guided it back into place. “The new rule is you aren’t allowed to talk about my mother or my injuries during sex.”