Winter's Touch
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“Wouldn’t you like to have a little girl?” she cajoled, ruthlessly hoping he was distracted.
“Another woman to watch out for? No one is worth losing you.”
So much for distracting him.
“A son could watch out for me when you get too old,” she wheedled.
“I’m not going to get old. I’m going to live forever.”
“You’re so stubborn. Maybe I’ll kill you off, and Train will—”
“Train won’t touch you if anything happens to me,” Viper gloated. “That’s why I picked Knox and then Train. Neither of them would expect to share your bed. They would protect you, without becoming a part of your life. I picked someone that will make sure you have a safe bed to sleep in without taking my place in it.”
“So Train won’t be fulfilling any sexual needs I have after you’re dead?”
“No, he has my permission to kill any man who comes near you.”
“It’s good to know I’m not the only one who’s possessive.” Winter felt the same way he did. No one could replace the man she had married, not in bed or out. “Can I please come now?” she begged.
“How long have we been fucking?”
“I don’t know!” she wailed.
“I’m trying to break my record.”
“Do you want to die? So help me God, if you don’t let me come, I’m going to drown you.”
“You would save me.” He cupped her ass, his fingers going to the crease while bouncing her on his dick.
She hung on as he moved to the shallow end of the pool, sitting down on the top step and pulling her onto his lap.
“Afraid of drowning?” She took advantage of her opportunity, slamming herself down on his cock. The force gave her the jolt she needed to climax. Her muscles tightened on his cock.
His dick was so hard she knew he hadn’t come with her. Viper was going to break his record. She was just as determined he wouldn’t. Thankfully, she knew the spark she needed to send him over his own edge.
She licked his chin, biting down. “Do you think Train’s dick was this hard when he licked me?”
“Bitch.” Viper’s cock began to jerk, as he could no longer hold off his climax. “I’m going to make you pay for that,” he promised, taking her hand as they stepped out of the pool.
“There is no way I’m going to let you fuck me for three hours straight to break your record.” Her legs were boneless as she tried to stand on the ground.
Her husband caught her up in his arms, carrying her to the sliding glass door.
She laid her head on his shoulder. “I should check on Aunt Shay and make sure she’s okay,” she mumbled tiredly.
He set her down on the bottom step of the stairs. “Stay here. I’ll go.” He went back outside then came in wearing his jeans and T-shirt. He dropped his boots by the front door. “I’ll be right back.”
Winter held on to the banister until she got the strength back in her legs. She expected him back within a couple of minutes, but when he didn’t show, she grew worried.
Going to her aunt’s bedroom door, she leaned against the wall outside of the bedroom, making sure Shay couldn’t see her nude body. She saw her husband handing her aunt a piece of pie with a huge mound of whipped cream.
“Thank you, Viper. I hope I didn’t disturb you when I heard you in the kitchen.”
“Not at all. I was going to swipe me a piece of it, too. Can I get you anything else?”
“No. Thank you again.”
“Anytime. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Viper.”
“I love you,” Winter told Viper when he came out.
“I love you.” He swept her back into his arms. “You ready for bed?”
“Let’s go get the whipped cream. Watching you take care of my aunt put me in the mood to break your record.”
 
 
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“Do you want me to just take off the ends, or do you want me to actually cut it?” Sex Piston asked. She had unwound Aunt Shay’s bun, unraveling her gray hair down to her waist.
“Just a trim, thank you,” Aunt Shay insisted, taking a sip of the wine Winter had set in front of her.
“Give her a refill.” Sex Piston moved to Aunt Shay, putting a comb in her hair. “How old are you?”
Winter hurried to refill the wine glass, saying, “That’s kind of a personal question.”
“I don’t mind answering,” Aunt Shay spoke up. “I’m sixty-four.”
“That hair makes you look ninety.”
“You look beautiful,” Winter reassured her aunt, sending Sex Piston a dirty glare.
“She’s lying. You look as old as dog shit. If you let me cut and color your hair, you’ll look fifteen years younger.”
“You can do that?” Aunt Shay took a large sip of her wine, seeming to think, then said, “Do it.”
Winter stared at her skeptically. “Don’t think you have to do it. I know you like your hair long.”
“Your uncle Dennis liked it long. It will be easier for me and Beth to manage if I become unable to care for myself.”
“Bitch.” Sex Piston rolled her eyes when Winter shot her another telling glance. “You’re only sixty-four, not ninety. My grandmother’s not much younger than you, and she keeps busy going to the bingo hall and taking dance lessons.”
“I used to love to dance,” Aunt Shay said wistfully.
“By the time I’m done with you, the men in the class will line up to be your partner.” Before Aunt Shay could change her mind, Sex Piston started cutting.
“She already looks better.” Killyama had made herself at home, sitting at the table with Crazy Bitch. T.A. had taken her wine with her after she had said, “I’ve always wanted to see this big-ass house,” and Aunt Shay had given permission for her to give herself a tour.
“Beth said you’re staying with your aunt until she’s feeling better.” Crazy Bitch planted her ass on the arm of a chair. “You ain’t worried about what your man is getting up to without you?”
“No, because he’s staying here with me. Viper goes to the club to get some work done during the morning then comes back here in the afternoon.”
“She has a pool,” T.A. said excitedly, obviously done with exploring the house. “Let’s go swimming.” Her eyes flew back and forth between her friends.
“Help yourself,” Aunt Shay offered. “There are towels in the downstairs bathroom.”
“Yippee! I could piss myself. I’ve never swum in a private pool.”
“Yes, you have. Remember when we spent the night at the Holiday Inn with the band that came to town to perform at the Polk Salad Festival?” Crazy Bitch reminded her.
“It wasn’t like this one. This one has a diving board!”
“I’m afraid I don’t have any swimsuits,” Aunt Shay commented.
T.A. waved off the suggestion of a swimsuit. “We don’t need one. You have a big fence, and you only have one neighbor on the backside of it.
“That’s Margaret Scott, she’s visiting her daughter in Florida.”