by Christa Wick
Thankfully, she didn’t have the probate judge wrapped as tightly around her little finger as she did the county district attorney.
"Amanda missed her last court filing," Gregory explained. "Seems like she's run out of money…and other options…to pay her attorneys."
"Oh…" For a second, regret flashed through me as I remembered all the years I spent wanting my mother's love.
And all the years I spent never receiving it.
Doing my best to brush aside the past, I returned to the purpose of his call.
"Will she be able to file for some kind of relief on the missed deadline?"
"Well," he chuckled, "I learned a long time ago as a lawyer to never say 'never,' but she really has a snowball's chance in hell. The court has twice ruled in your favor. Her appeal was without merit—and I'm told her old buddy Ballinger has surrendered his law license to avoid an ethics inquiry. We get him in a deposition or witness box again, he'll crack like the bad egg he is."
"How long until it's all final, then?" I asked as Wake returned from the nursery.
"Thirty days for what's left of the estate," Gregory answered. "Then there's the issue of whether you want to go after Amanda for what she took beyond her statutory widow's share."
"No. Wake and I have already discussed it," I told him. "We just want to be rid of her and the process."
Gregory agreed that was the better course of action and ended the call with a promise to keep us updated if anything else unexpected cropped up as we waited for the thirty days to expire.
Setting aside the phone with a heavy sigh, I looked up at Wake as he sank to his knees in front of the rocking chair and wedged his thick arms between my body and the rocker's sides.
"You look sad, baby," he murmured, his voice low so as not to wake Jonah. "Your half of the call sounded like the lawsuit is basically over. So why are you sad, love?"
My eyes drifted shut at the endearment as I rubbed my hands along his muscular arms, drawing on the strength that he perpetually offers.
"I guess if Daddy had picked a better wife, I wouldn't even be here," I answered. "I wouldn't have you or Jonah. I wish it could be both ways, but I would never trade the husband you are for the kind of mother Amanda might have been."
Wake stood and pulled me into his arms, part of him beginning to stiffen as my words touched him in more ways than one. His mouth covered mine and I melted into him.
I worked his shirt free of his jeans, running my hands under the material and over his chest. I raked my nails lightly against his flesh, my body twisting with need as the kisses soon turned to soft bites and long, hard sucks.
Expertly folding me in half across his shoulder, he carried me into the bedroom quickly, his hand braced across my bottom the entire time. I landed on the bed with a bounce. But instead of covering my body with his, he descended to the space between my parted thighs, pushing them wider, lifting up the simple sundress I’d put on that morning.
"Wet," he said more to himself than me.
I was shamelessly wet. Wet pussy, along with a wet bodice from my breasts leaking. Seeing the dark spots forming, he surged upward, sucking me through the fabric as his fingers tested my core.
A gentle finger, then two. I tightened around them, and groaned for more. More fingers, more teeth and tongue. Eyes rolling with need, I reached blindly up to my shoulders to push the fabric down to my waist so I could feel him fully.
Wake exhaled a sharp breath then refastened his mouth to my nipple. Lifting my legs, I wrapped them around his back, my torso curling to accommodate both the hard sucking and the probe of his fingers.
But it wasn’t enough. I wanted his cock in me, filling me with more than the promise of a mind blowing orgasm.
He stopped sucking, and looked at me with a glow of mischief in his hunter green gaze.
That look…
I gently stroked his cheek, so grateful that I’d been given the chance to be able to see his face, so much like the face of our son.
"Lacey,” he protested, shaking his head. "It's hard to think about what I want to do to this luscious body of yours when you look so damn innocent." Soft kisses moved down to my neck as his hand pulled the ribbon ties off the braid I kept my hair in when nursing.
Relaxing against the bed, I took a lock of his thick blond hair and sifted it through my fingers, squeezing against the thick fingers invading my pussy. "Do I feel innocent?"
He groaned, shaking his head more fervently. "You feel like Heaven, Lace."
Then I watched as lust slowly reignited my husband’s expression. With a hungry growl, he abandoned my breasts and settled his head between my thighs.
I tilted my pelvis upward and snuggled my pussy closer to his mouth as his tongue laved my clit, my fingers wrapping around his head like it was a football I was about to hike.
"Fuck, Lace," he rasped, his voice raw with need. He dipped a thumb into my cream, slowly rubbing back and forth before gently pushing it into my ass.
I gripped his head a little harder, urged him closer as I started a slow, tight grind against his mouth and thumb. My lashes fluttered in time with the contractions squeezing at my pussy.
He pushed even deeper.
My teeth sank into my bottom lip to keep from screaming out, but he didn’t let up. His other hand found its way between us until two fingers were buried in my pussy as well.
Thumb, fingers, tongue—the only thing better would be if I had his cock in my mouth at the same time.
Thinking of him filling me like that, so completely, was enough to make me pop. A squirt, a quiver, deep groans I couldn’t control.
His hands eventually released me, but his tongue stayed, gently lapping flesh now raw with excitement. Rolling away, I got my knees beneath me, my wide bottom pushed upward as my breasts pressed against the mattress. "I want you in me," I whispered.
Wake retreated in silence. I wasn’t worried. I knew he’d be back.
My ass danced in the air as I waited, my cheek pressed firmly against the bedding.
"Hands not elbows."
I jerked at his voice, my senses preoccupied with the heat and contractions still rolling through me. I pushed up as Wake popped the cap on a bottle of lubrication. He squirted some onto his fingers and rubbed the outside of my pussy slick before slipping his fingers deep inside me with slow, deliberate twists and turns.
My arms started shaking with an unanswerable need to melt into the mattress.
"Don't go soft on me," he teased, rubbing more lube onto his thick shaft and the fat crown swollen with his desire.
"You sure you don't want elbows down?" I asked.
It wasn’t a plea, just a tiny suggestion. But he grunted the idea away, his big hands seizing my hips and pulling me onto his erection in one slow, continuous slide.
My hips bucked, ready for another orgasm just from him filling me finally.
Reaching beneath me, his weight lightly pressed against my back, his breath skated softly against my ear as he whispered, "Baby, I've been wanting to hold these while I fuck you just like this."
My pussy coiled around his cock as he took his first tentative squeeze, his hands half cupping, half gripping the weight of my breasts, heavy with milk and pulled by gravity as I offered myself up to him on hands and knees.
"Sensitive," he murmured.
I answered with a groan. My breasts and nipples have never been more sensitive.
As he began to squeeze and relax, squeeze and relax, I could only squeeze back, tight around his cock as I milked and sucked at him in the same rhythm.
I felt impossibly tight, fuller than full.
Soon, I could hear the soft slap of his balls against the back of my thighs as he pumped harder, his breathing like an animal charging through the wild. Virile, locked on target, steamrolling and bulldozing our bodies to oblivion.
Trembling, I cried out, gripped him as tightly as I could and simply held on as his cock jetted inside me while I collapsed to my side, body shudderin
g through my orgasm.
He fell next to me, kissed my neck, my shoulder. Slow and methodical, his hand gently worked me to another pitch, his hard, thick pulse beating relentlessly inside me, against flesh overstimulated from release.
I gasped, begging for mercy as I orgasmed against his curled fingers one last time.
He eased up from the bed and went into the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth so he could clean and kiss me until I sparkled.
Over the baby monitor, I heard Jonah stir, but Wake gently pressed me back into the mattress.
"Don't worry, love," he said, glossing one last kiss against my skin before seeing to our son. "I'll take care of him."
Listening to them over the baby monitor, I drifted off to sleep with a smile knowing that a man like Wake would always be on duty for his family.
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Also by Christa Wick
the Far Too Tempting collection
[available now]
Tempted Beyond Reason (Wake & Lacey)
Tempted Beyond Relief (Wylie & Rhea)
Tempted Beyond Recourse (Logan & Lily)
Tempted By Trouble (Austin & Gina)
[an extra steamy Far Too Tempting standalone]
the Untouchable Curves collection
[re-launching 7/15/19]
Curvy Attraction (Owen & Gemma)
Curvy Seduction (Aiden & Cecelia)
Curvy Perfection (Cayce & Ashley)
His Curvy Temptation (Declan & Melanie)
[an extra curvy Untouchable Curves standalone]
the Irresistible Curves collection
[re-launching 7/22/19]
Chasing Her Curves (Hawk & Ginny)
Charming Her Curves (Shane & Velda)
Claiming Her Curves (Blake & Pippa)
Owning Her Curves (Ian & Juno)
[an extra alpha Irresistible Curves standalone]
the Unapologetically Alpha (alpha military) series
[re-launching 7/29/19]
1) Fearless (Corwin)
2) Defenseless (Lucas)
3) Relentless (Teague)
the Promise Me (alpha cowboy) series
[re-launching 7/29/19]
Book 1: Every Last Secret (Adler)
Book 2: Every Last Doubt (Walker)
Book 3: Every Last Risk (Barrett)
Book 4: Every Last Touch (Sutton)
Book 5: Every Last Reason (Emerson)
And there are even more books coming in August & September (29 more re-launches to be exact).
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About the Author
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Christa Wick is a bonafide wallflower (a dandelion, if she can choose the flower) who has been accused of hiding her light under a bushel in the past. Truth be told, attempting to write this bio took more drafts than her books take. Here is what she came up with:
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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