by Christa Wick
I rubbed my hands along her back. Not all of the tension had left her—or me.
Knowing what would relax both of us, I kissed along her neck. She melted against me, the sudden heat infusing her skin palpable despite the layers of clothing between us.
"Did either mention if they are staying over?" she whispered.
"Just Dad," I answered then teased Avery by cupping her breast. "We'll have to be very quiet after he falls asleep."
Her girlish laugh made my cock swell bigger. I wanted to lift her onto the counter, part her thighs and grind against her. When she followed the laugh with a raspy sigh, I wanted to bend her over the table and take her right then.
"Relax, Tiger," she warned, extracting herself from my embrace then pushing me toward the kitchen door. "We don't get down to Phoenix or Tucson that often. Enjoy the time you have to talk to them now."
Stealing one last kiss, I obeyed.
The rental house was a small three-bedroom, one-bath ranch with cinder block for the exterior. The inside walls were low end drywall, easy to accidentally knock a hole in moving around furniture. Noise traveled. But with all the doors closed and the bed pulled away from the wall, I could fuck Avery as hard as she liked it, her carnal cries muffled by the pillow.
Things had been gentler in the marriage bed before the baby was born. But once Avery's body healed after delivery, she started coming at me like a madwoman. I figured it was a combination of things. She needed to exorcise her fear over Grace's safety and test my strength and ferocity as a protector, but also my self-control.
Whatever combination it was, she was extra wound up the night of the christening.
I started by taking her from behind, her lush ass up in the air. Still lactating, her breasts were far fuller than the first time we ever made love. The tips had become ultra-sensitive, too. Our position heightened that sensitivity, both from the pull of gravity and the back and forth brush of her nipples against the bedding as I bounced her along the full length of my cock.
My fingers dug into the flesh of her hips to keep control. She wanted to jackhammer as hard as she could, her muscles squeezing and tugging as I fought to guide her with a firm hand.
Burying myself down to the base, she began vibrating head-to-toe. I held her in place, minutely advancing and retreating as she growled into the pillow and clawed at the sheets.
The contractions of her climax almost undid me. I bit back my release, the taste of blood from my bottom lip coating my tongue.
Feeling Avery go limp, I jerked out, flipped her onto her back then spread her legs wide. My tongue and fingers took turns inside her. Slivers of moonlight entered the room at the edge of the curtains, the illumination just enough for me to see beads of sweat glistening on her skin and the dark, hungry glitter of her eyes.
My thumb, soaked in her juices, dipped down, dared to penetrate that other hole. Avery quivered again, her forearm across her mouth, the flesh held firmly between her teeth. Her pussy sucked at my fingers, so did her ass. Bending low, I covered her clit with my mouth and felt the rapid staccato of her pulse against my tongue.
She wrapped her legs around my shoulders like we were in Fight Club. We both needed my dick back in her.
I untangled, reared up on my haunches and hauled Avery onto my cock. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, the heavy grind of her hips working my shaft as muscles deep up inside her squeezed my crown.
Her teeth found my shoulder.
She bit down.
The wooden bed frame creaked as our pace grew more desperate. Then the whole damn bed moved along the floor. Quarter inch back, quarter inch forward. Over and over.
I couldn't tell if I was slamming her up and down my cock or she was whipping along its length. There was no knowing where my body or its actions ended and hers began.
But there was release. Desperate, loving, frenzied, armed with nails and teeth, the freshly made wounds laced with a balm of soothing sighs until, trembling, we collapsed against the mattress in a tangle of exhausted limbs.
"Together, love," she whispered as I pulled the blanket around us. "You and me."
"Always," I answered.
Also by Christa/C.M. Wick
Untouchable Curves
Curvy Attraction (Aiden & Cecelia)
Curvy Seduction (Owen & Gemma)
Curvy Perfection (Cayce & Ashley)
Irresistible Curves
Chasing Her Curves (Hawk & Ginny)
Claiming Her Curves (Blake & Pippa)
Capturing Her Curves (Shane & Velda)
the His to Claim series
Book 1: Every Last Touch (Walker)
Book 2: Every Last Look (Barrett)
Book 3: Every Last Secret (Sutton)
Book 4: Every Last Reason (Emerson)
Book 5: Every Last Call (Siobhan)
Bonus Freebie (big brother Adler & Sage’s standalone novel: Every Last Doubt) available FREE at christawick.com/free
the Until You series
Unraveled (Corwin & Belle)
Unveiled (Lucas & Theresa) *all new story!*
Untapped (Teague & Charlie)
Standalone Books
His Curvy Temptation (Declan & Melanie)
[a friends to lovers romance]
Tempted From Reason (Wake & Lacey)
[an off-limits virgin romance]
Keeping Her Curves (Ian & Juno)
[a billionaire romance]
Tempted Beyond Relief (Wylie & Rhea)
[an alpha out of uniform romance]
Hot Nights Winter Lights *all new story!*
[a crossover novella w/ character cameos from 3 series]
Christa’s Darker, DIRTIER side writing as
C.M. WICK
the Savage Trust series
Wrecked (Luke & Marie)
Scarred (Mikhael & Alina)
Frayed (Trent & Daniella)
the Savage Hope duet
His Trust (Collin & Mia, Book 1)
Her Heart (Collin & Mia, Book 2)
Standalone Books
Tempted Past Return (Logan & Lily)
[a dirty, dirty quickie]
The Contract (Beckett, Jace, and Gabby)
[an alpha boss ménage romance]
Tempted By Trouble (Austin & Gina)
[a billionaire dom & badass curvy girl standalone]
Her Only Choice (Maddox, Carson, and Regina)
[a dark MC ménage novella]
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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Christa Wick has been hybrid publishing since 2012 (yep, she’s one of the O.G. indie authors). She’s written 50+ romances starring curvalicious heroines and alphalicious heroes whose stories span the spectrum of: steamy & sweet, steamy & emotional, steamy & suspenseful, steamy & paranormal, steamy & dark, and…well, you get the idea. She also writes sci-fi thrillers and suspense novels under other pen names.
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