15. Orson

Chapter 15

Orson

As we pull away from the rehearsal dinner, Winter slips her hand into mine as I navigate through the familiar streets, each turn taking us further from the present and closer to the past. The night is a curtain of velvet blue, stars peeking shyly as if aware of our intentions.

The icy gravel and snow crunch under the tires as I pull over. Darkness surrounds us, except for glimmers of moonlight peeking through the windows. It's not only stunningly beautiful, it’s a place that once meant so much to us.

“Remember this?” I say as we near Bixby Bluff, the old spot where we spent countless evenings dreaming about a future that seemed as distant as the stars. Most nights, we did more than talk, but it’s essential to address our plans for the future. I won’t leave anything to chance.

Winter smiles, that sweet curve of her lips that has always been my undoing. “How could I forget? The last time we were here, Bixby Police gave us a warning for indecent exposure.” Winter smiles, leaning her head against my chest. “I’ve missed this.”

"So have I,” I reply, my voice rough with emotion. We sit in silence, simply existing together under the night sky.

After a while, Winter pulls back slightly to look up at me. Her eyes sparkle with an inherent mischief that has always drawn me to her. Our kiss is slow at first, exploratory, as if we're still relearning each other's rhythms. But soon, it deepens, fueled by all the years of knowing each other’s every sigh and pause.

My hands explore her back, pulling her closer, desperate to feel her against me until I leave no space between us.

Without a word, we move to the back seat of the car, where everything escalates quickly. Our clothes rustle in a hurried removal, dropped carelessly onto the car's floor. Winter's skin is cool and smooth under my fingers as I explore every inch of her greedily. The confines of the car make every touch more urgent, and every moan echoes back at us in our small cocoon.

“I want to come to New York with you, Winnie. We can spend New Year’s Eve together.” I catch my words and correct them. “I want to spend every New Years with you from this day forward. I can send for my clothes or buy new ones, but I won’t go back to Los Angeles alone.”

“My girlfriends and I plan to go out party hopping for New Year’s Eve,” Winter whispers between kisses, her fingers threading my hair.

“I’ll be the bodyguard. I’ll tag along and hold everyone’s purses,” I say with a chuckle, but I mean every word. Nothing is stopping me from getting my midnight kiss.

Our mouths meld together, our breaths mingling, and our hands exploring every inch of each other's bodies. The moment feels like pure madness, as an overwhelming rush of desire makes us lose control. This is what happens when you discover you’re one of the lucky ones who found everything they’d ever needed when they were too young to treasure it. Now that I have my Winter back, I won't take a moment for granted.

“Henry Reznik, huh?” My mouth roams along Winter’s neck, sending slight tremors down my spine. Before she can answer, I grip her waist tightly and pull her onto my lap. She’s such a naughty girl. I can feel her slick arousal seeping through her panties when she grinds her pussy against my stiff cock.

“You know I was only trying to make you jealous. Luckily, you never saw us together. I was not as fortunate with you and Kim Dawson.” Winter pouts between kisses, apparently losing her train of thought when I slide my fingers through her wet slit, reveling in her warmth and the intensity of the moment.

In my excitement over our reunion, I’d almost forgotten about Kim’s movie premiere and the discomfort I felt being in the same room with Winter and unable to be by her side. No doubt Winter’s perspective was worse.

“I hated you seeing me with anyone, baby.” My heart swells with emotion as I declare my undying love. “You’re the only girl I’ve ever loved. If I’m lucky, I’ll spend the rest of my life loving you. No one will ever come between us.”

Before Winter can fully process my confession, I position my cock at her entrance and thrust inside her without warning. It's raw and animalistic, an intense invasion that leaves her gasping for air. She’s so fucking wet that I slide in effortlessly, making her scream with each powerful thrust. My grip tightens around her waist as I angle her for deeper penetration, my movements becoming slower and more deliberate as I aim to bring us both to the edge.

"Tell me you’ll give us a real chance, Winnie." I hold on to her hips and repeatedly impale her tight pussy on my cock.

She doesn’t complain or try to slow me down. Instead, she meets me halfway, grinding seductively, riding me like a thoroughbred, holding her bouncing breasts, and tweaking her rock-hard nipples. If she wants me to come fast, she’s on the right track.

"I promise." Winters sighs and continues to ride me with everything she’s got. Our movements are practiced but frenzied as we find a rhythm familiar yet somehow new in its intensity. Outside, the night is silent except for the sound of the wind. Inside, our synchronized breaths fog up the windows until we're encased in our own little world.

"As soon as this wedding is over, we’re telling everyone. Do you understand? Nod your head if you understand, Winnie."

Winter nods, moaning between muted cries as we inch closer to the edge. So close, so close. Teetering on insanity, my thrusts gain strength and precision, hitting that perfect spot inside her until our shared release builds at lightning speed. With our bodies moving in harmony, creating an unstoppable rhythm, it’s no surprise when we reach the peak of ecstasy together, collapsing into each other’s arms as we come down from the most incredible high I’ve ever known.

"I love you… I love you. Even when I hated you, I loved you," Winter pants and curls into my arms for warmth. “I’ll give us a real chance. Just don’t mess it up again, Orson Frost.”

“I promise I won’t. I’ve already been through eight years of hell. I don’t want to go there again.

We spend another hour tangled together under a thin blanket pulled from my car’s emergency kit, talking about everything and nothing until all our words run out, the winter chill begins to creep inside, and our breaths mist in the frigid air. I’ve been so preoccupied with Winter that I ignored the snow piling up outside—silent, relentless. I exhale, watching my breath form clouds in the glow of the dome light.

“Are we stuck?” Winter asks, an amused twinkle in her eyes despite the predicament.

I nod, reaching for her hand. It's cold, her skin tingling against mine. "Looks like it." Our fingers interlace—a familiar comfort—and I can't help but smile. Stuck here isn’t necessarily a bad thing, not with Winter.

With a determined grunt, I open my door and step out into the snowfall. It's heavier than expected. I circle toward the back of the car. The tires are buried to the hubcaps. "We might need to call for a tow," I shout over my shoulder.

From inside the car, Winter laughs softly. “I’m calling now. Dina is going to kill me for being late.”