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Her face was apple red and tears in her
eyes. She turned in her chair and looked at me.
    “ What? ”
    “ What
did I say? ” I asked.
    “ My
husband? ”
    “ Yeah.
I was told you ’ re a widow. ”
    Winter stood up. She put her fingertips
to the table to brace herself. Three beers in and she was already feeling it
pretty good.
    Why did it turn me on that she was
a cheap drunk?
    “ I ’ ve never been married, ” Winter said. “ Get that straight. ”
    “ Okay.
I ’ m just going by what I
was told. ”
    “ Fuck
what you were told, ” Winter
said. “ I was never married
to Rocky. I was his old lady. So, yeah, in the world of the MC, I ’ m a widow. But it ’ s not true. He never gave me a
ring. He never asked me. I never got the gown and all that, okay? I was just
his old lady. ”
    Jesus, Winter, ” I said. “ I ’ m
sorry. You ’ re not a widow
then. Your boyfriend was murdered. Fine. I can live with that then. I ’ m just …”
    Winter stepped toward me. Her blue
eyes drunk, anger all around her.
    Anger made people do crazy things.
Fight. Kill. The insatiable need to fuck or get fucked.
    And I was against the couch. My
only defense would be to roll back and over the couch.
    But I didn ’ t.
    Winter put a hand to my chest. “ I was his old lady, Tripp. That
meant anything he wanted, I did. No matter what. Like I was supposed to be some
lucky woman, you know? Because I had him. I had protection from him and the MC.
But that ’ s not how it
fucking works. He got himself killed and now I ’ m
out there. If someone from the MC wants me, they can stake their claim. Then I ’ ll just be an old lady again. I ’ ll get thrown around, smacked if
I do something wrong, and then I ’ ll
just be used. On my hands and knees, ass in the air, taking it … because he says so. ”
    I gritted my teeth.
    Now I was angry.
    Was this the life Winter had been
living?
    Winter blinked and tears filled her
eyes.
    I resisted the urge to touch her,
comfort her.
    I was here for business. To protect
her. To keep her safe.
    That was it.
    Her hand moved up my chest to my
neck. When his nails touched my skin, she set me on fire. My cock pressed
against my jeans. There was no controlling it. She was making me hard and
making it hard to keep my cool.
    “ So
that ’ s how I feel, ” Winter whispered. “ I ’ m
just here to be used up and thrown around. Is that what you want to do to me,
Tripp? Go ahead. I ’ m drunk
enough. Order me around. You want to fuck me? ”
    My hands shot out and I grabbed her
by the waist. I pushed her back to the table. She crashed into it, knocking
over all the empty beer bottles. They clanked on the table, a couple rolling
off and hitting the floor.
    I ignored everything but Winter ’ s wild eyes.
    The tip of my nose touched hers.
    Fuck, it was just so tempting. I
could just go for it. I could just rip her clothes off, put her on the table,
and fuck her brains out. We both wanted it. Shit, we both needed it. She wanted
to feel protected and alive. I just wanted to fuck.
    My hands squeezed tight at her
waist.
    She was almost panting.
    Then a tear fell town her cheek.
    I shut my eyes and sighed.
    “ Fuck, ” I growled.
    “ Tripp …”
    I pushed away from her and left
Winter standing there, knees bent, hands gripping the edge of the table, her
entire body screaming with a need for sex.
    “ You
need to go to sleep, ” I
said. “ Right now. ”
    “ You
don ’ t want to hear anything
else? ” she asked.
    “ Right
now? No. I ’ m not here to
baby you. I ’ m not your
fucking therapist. ”
    Christ, Tripp.
    I held myself like stone, just like
I had done with Aldo when I thought he was going to kill me.
    Winter ’ s mouth fell open. She blinked faster, more tears
coming to her eyes.
    “ Fuck
you, ” she said. “ Fucking asshole. ”
    “ Go, ” I ordered and pointed. “ And don ’ t lock the door either. If you do, I ’ ll shoot it open. ”
    Winter ran into the bedroom and
slammed the