Winter

Of course, he has a woman or concubine, or whatever that woman is to him. What the fuck was I thinking. "Winter.. wait." He said. I was trying to slip out of the door before he made it across the room. I had almost made it. But his arms are too long. "I-I should have called, I should go."

"How are you going to call if you don't have my number, Winter?" he quipped. He pulled me back in the door and shut it. It was cold, and I had on a dress. I was visibly shivering.

Sage took my hand with a surprisingly gentle touch and led me into the kitchen. It was small but cozy, with white cabinets and stainless steel appliances that gleamed under the soft lights. The scent of coffee and something sweet filled the air. He guided me to a breakfast nook in the corner. "Sit," he said, pointing to the chair. I obliged and slid into the chair.

He took my coat and hung it on the hook by the door. Then, without asking, he bent down and began to untie my bootie heels. "Sage, what are you doing?" I whispered, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and arousal. He didn't answer; he kept his eyes on his task, his strong hands working deftly. When he had them off, he took my feet in his hands and rubbed them gently, the warmth from his palms seeping into my cold skin.

He sat a space heater in front of me, the heat from the heater warming my legs as he took the seat across from me. He took my hands in his, and the heat from his body was comforting. "Winter, I know that was awkward, " he said, his voice low and serious. I removed my hands from his and put them up in mock surrender. "None of my business, Sage. I just came to get advice about a camera I want to purchase."

His eyes bore into mine, searching for the truth behind my words. "Why are you here, really?" he asked, his gaze intense.

I took a deep breath, the weight of my emotions pressing against my chest. "I missed you," I admitted, my voice small.

Sage's expression softened, and he reached out to cup my cheek. I smelled the perfume of that other woman on him, and it triggered me. My heart started racing. Yea.. so it might be time for me to sit down and talk to someone professionally. I admitted to myself.

"That woman you saw isn't my girlfriend; I'm not dating her. he said with a steady voice. "you two are fucking" I asked rhetorically. But it sounded more like a statement when I said it. "He took a sharp breath and exhaled slowly. "We have, once," he said, nodding. I nodded, staring past him out the window. Watching the snowfall. Here's my out.

"It's fine," I lied. "I just didn't know you were seeing someone." I slipped my heels back on and tied them hurriedly, my hands shaking slightly. "I'll send you a link to the camera I'm looking at," I said, trying to keep my voice even. I grabbed my coat, needing to put some distance between us. The warmth of his studio suddenly felt suffocating.

He called out to me as I approached the door, his voice low and urgent. "Winter, wait." I paused, my hand on the doorknob. He strode over, his eyes searching mine. He gently took my phone from my hand and unlocked it, his thumbs dancing over the screen. "Let me put my number in," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "In case you need anything."

I watched as he typed, my mind racing. I knew I couldn't ignore the pull I felt toward him. It was like gravity, an irresistible force tugging at my core. When he returned the phone, I slid it into my pocket without looking at it. "Thank you," I murmured, my voice tight with emotion.

He followed me to the door, his presence like a warm embrace I hadn't realized I craved. "Winter," he said again, his voice thick with something unspoken. "If you ever need to talk or just need someone to be there, I'm here."

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. I stepped out into the cold, the snow stinging my cheeks. The wind whipped through my hair, but I didn't feel the chill. All I felt was the warmth of his hand on my back as he held the door open for me and the echo of his words in my heart. As I walked away, I couldn't help but look back at the studio, the warm light spilling into the night like a beacon of safety and understanding. And in that moment, I knew I wasn't ready to let go of what we had just yet.

Sage:

"Fuck stupid , stupid stupid," I said to myself as I locked my door after Winter left. Why, out of all days would she show up here today. moments after I just fucked another woman, no shower. I know she smelled Shannon on me. Why the fuck did I fuck Shannon anyway? Shit, never mind. I fucked her because she didn't leave me any choice. That ass was too fat, and she threw it at me repeatedly. I thought, reasoning with myself.

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Later that evening, my phone buzzed with a message from Winter: a link to the camera she was interested in. I opened it, my heart racing. This was it—the perfect excuse to see her again. I had to make sure she had the right one, and I had to make sure she wasn't making a mistake. I had to see her. I told myself it was because I cared about her art, but I knew it was because I couldn't get her out of my head.

The next morning, I dressed in my usual attire, a black turtleneck 501s, the kind that hugged my body just right, a designer scarf, and a matching peacoat; I slipped my Timbs on because of the accumulated snow. I made my way to the Nikon store, eager to see the camera in person and maybe, just maybe, to see her. As I walked through the doors, the cold air of the store washed over me, and I spotted her immediately. She stood by the cameras, her head tilted slightly to the side as she listened intently to a salesman.

But what caught my eye was the man she was with. He was older, with salt-and-pepper hair, dressed in thick athletic clothes. That's Dontae Briggs! The owner of the Chicago Pistols. Then it dawned on me. I tilted my head, reading the body language between them. "That's her man, " I muttered.

I stepped out of the way, hurrying to another section of the store, and then it dawned on me. He was caught up in a cheating scandal last spring. Shit was all over the internet. Everybody talked about it. His face was plastered all over the tabloids, along with screenshots of his conversations with a young woman and photos of his dick. It was a messy situation. I watched them from a distance, trying to gauge their relationship. They weren't exactly holding hands or touching, but their familiarity spoke volumes.

I picked up a camera and pretended to examine it while keeping an eye on them. They were discussing something, and their expressions were serious. She pointed at something on the camera, and he nodded, looking genuinely interested. Despite his reputation, she was passionate about her art, and he was trying to be supportive.

As I observed them, I felt a strange mix of jealousy and pity. Jealousy because she had a man who, despite his flaws, seemed to care about her. And pity because she was with a man who literally couldn't keep his dick in his pants.

But then, she looked over, and our eyes met. It was a brief moment, but it felt like an eternity. In that instant, I saw the pain in her eyes, the sadness that lurked beneath the surface. And I knew, without a doubt, that she knew I'd put the pieces together.

With a heavy heart, I decided to leave the store. I couldn't bear to watch her with him anymore. As I walked out into the cold, the snow had turned into a full-blown blizzard. The wind was howling, and the flakes stung my face like tiny needles. But even as the cold bit at me, I couldn't shake the warmth of her gaze from my mind.

Winter:

He leaned in and kissed my neck softly. "Earth to Winter, where your mind, baby." I snapped back; Sage just saw me, and my fucking heart sank. "I-uh...can't remember if I turned my flat irons off." I lied. His brows furrowed. And dug his phone out of his pocket. He called Thomas at the mansion to go into my bathroom to ensure they had been turned off. "So, like, I was saying, we leave tomorrow and come back the day after your birthday," he said, smiling. "I can't wait," I said, plastering the widest grin on my face, even though I didn't hear shit he said. I just agreed to a trip, and I don't even know where the fuck I'm going.

I went to the counter to purchase all 3 camera models I was eyeing. The Nikon Z 9, the z 9 mirrorless, and the z 8 8k. I couldn't decide, so I got them all. I got ready to pay for my purchase and was bumped out of the way. Dontae had shook his head, like what the hell. My hands flew up in mock surrender. "Okay, big money grip." Honey, I stepped to the side for that man with a curt nod. The cashier said, "Twenty-three thousand nine-hundred seventy-seven dollars and five cents. She blinked once with a smile, stifling her giggle. Through my peripheral vision, I saw Dontae's mouth drop open, and he slowly turned his head to look at me. My brows were furrowed, looking at the camera lanyards in deep concentration. "You didn't even ask for a discount." He mumbled. "I don't do discounts; I do cash," I said in my best impression of a diva. He laughed, and I felt a little better.

As we left the store, "So, you know what big-ticket purchases cost, right." Dontae smirked. I licked my lips.

"Oh yeah, I know what they cost," I said, feeling a sudden rush of desire. The snow outside was like a blank canvas, and the cold was a faint reminder of the fire burning between my thighs. I didn't know why, but the sight of Sage had turned me on, and now all I could think about was coming on a set of full lips.

Dontae's eyes searched mine, and he must have seen their hunger. He took my hand and led me to the back seat, the warmth of the car a stark contrast to the frigid air outside. He shut the door behind us, his gaze intense and focused. He knew what I wanted, and he wouldn't deny me.

"Eyes forward, Allie. She knows too well what that means. I giggled. "Sorry, Allie," I said, casually sliding into position to get this box eaten. "Without another word, he pushed me back onto the seat, his hands sliding up my thighs. I leaned back, my breath coming in short gasps as he pulled my dress up, revealing my black lace panties. He took a moment to appreciate the view before hooking his thumbs under the elastic and pulling them off. And stuffed them in his coat pocket.

He settled between my thighs, his warm breath teasing my sensitive skin. "Is this what you want?" he murmured, his voice thick with lust. I nodded, unable to form coherent words. He leaned in, his tongue flicking against my clit. I gasped, my hands fisting in the fabric of the seat. He took his time, savoring every inch of me, his tongue delving deep into my pussy, exploring every fold and crevice.

The sound of his mouth on me was all I could hear, drowning out the world outside. I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the sensation, my hips rising to meet his mouth. He sucked and licked, his beard tickling my inner thighs. I could feel the orgasm building, my toes curling in anticipation.

Dontae's hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he sucked my soul by sensually assaulting my clit. The warmth of his mouth was heavenly, his tongue swirling around me in a way that had me seeing stars. Each slurp threatened to erase the image of Sage from my mind, and all I could think about was how much I wanted to feel him inside me.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. "Dontae," I moaned, my voice hoarse with need. "I'm gonna come." "Noo," he whined. "I'm enjoying this." He picked up the pace, his tongue flicking faster against my sensitive bud. I could feel the climax approaching like a freight train, and I didn't want to stop it.

With a final, desperate cry, I came, my body convulsing with pleasure. Dontae didn't let up, his mouth working so softly until the last tremor passed. When he finally pulled away, I was a mess of sweat and desire, my body limp with satisfaction.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned at me. "Happy shopping?" he asked, his eyes gleaming. I couldn't help but laugh, the tension between us momentarily dissolving. "More than you know," I replied, my voice still shaky.

As we drove home, the heat from the car and the afterglow of my orgasm lulled me into a contented silence. But even as I snuggled into Dontae's side, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get the image of Sage's gentle touch out of my mind.