Free This Is Forever by S.A. Price Page A

is our job Winter, and as much as I would like to not have to deal with this part of it, because oh god those guys stink, I do because it keeps the bank account full.”
    “You sound like Saffron.”
    She nodded. “We have a similar outlook on this.”
    He shrugged. “So what now?”
    Lola grinned and turned to him. “I seem to recall you mentioning a hotel room and peeling me outta my clothes?”
    Winter laughed. “Thought we were going slow.”
    She cocked her head. “Ok so a rain check on that. What else?”
    Winter stretched and popped his shoulder. “I could use a shower, though I think everyone is going back for an afterhours at the W.”
    “That sounds exhausting. I think it’s a shower and bed for me.”
    “Fine idea. You planning on doing it alone?”
    “Didn’t we just say we were going slow?”
    Winter pulled her to him and kissed her forehead. “We are. Individual showers, pajamas and some shitty movie on the pay per view. Your room?”
    She nodded. She still had a decent amount of her stuff there and wasn’t checking out for another night. “If you can behave yourself.”
    Winter gave her a sexy smirk. “I guarantee nothing.”

NINE
     
    Her suite was just as it was when he left the night before, except the snacks and random popcorn was cleaned up. The lights were low, leaving the monochromatic room a study in shadow and light, the darker blobs of the suede couch and furniture gave the white and grey pillows a stark relief. It was a black and white picture, turned on its head with the entrance of her, wearing a bright red shirt, her hair a riot with color and density.
    She dropped her bag, bent and unzipped her boots. Winter stopped himself from moving closer, stopped himself from running his hands up the backs of her thighs. Not that he couldn’t see them, the skirt she was wearing was tiny, and she wasn’t bending from her knees. When she turned her head and grinned at him and shook his head.
    “Dirty fucking trick Lo.” He said and dropped his messenger bag on the nearest chair and walked forward. She turned to him and he caught her wrapping his arms around her waist and kissed her, long and slow. She melted into him, and ended the kiss on a sigh.
    “You wanna hit the shower first or should I?”
    “If I had my choice it would be neither and I would carry you in there right now, but we are going slow right? So you hit the shower first, I’ll see what’s available on the pay per view cool?”
    She kissed him again softly and was gone, slipped through the door to the bathroom. He grinned as she locked it. Guess she really meant they were taking it slow.
    He settled in on the couch, busying himself with figuring out what they were going to watch. There wasn’t much on there he hadn’t seen, but then again when you’re on the road as much as Shades was, movies became life’s blood to stave off monotony.
    He heard the door unlatch and turned to see her walk through, fresh from the shower, hair down and towel dried, face clean of all her makeup, in a pair of boxer shorts and a white tank top, and his mouth went dry.
    Sweet shit on a shingle, she was so fucking perfect. And he loved her with all her war paint, her defenses against the world, but seeing her like this, stripped down to the woman she woke up to in the morning, always made his heart hurt, because that was the woman he was in love with. The real woman. The woman Lola was when she was with those she trusted.
    “I was wondering when Natasha would make an appearance.” He said to her as he levered himself of the couch. It wasn’t often she let the world see the person she was without all the glitter and glam, and as much as Winter liked Lola, he loved Natasha more. Lola was the bold brash girl he had a hard on for all the time, but Natasha was the girl he loved with what was left of his soul. That he got both of them in the sexy little package was a bonus.
    He approached her and grinned. “I missed you.” He pulled her into