Wrecked (Slippery Curves Series Book 2)

by Adele Niles

“Fuck, I need to be in you,” he says, his voice quivering. “Now.”

  He pulls his cock from my mouth and climbs on top of me.

  I’m still wet.

  Still wanting him.

  He’s thick and I’m tight. The only thing that had been inside of me in the last year was my dildo and it was merely a portion of the size of Alex.

  It hurts, but hurts good as he slides against my slickness. Our hips meet and he thrusts harder. I push into his hips and my legs wrap around his as I claw at his back.

  “You’re mine,” he says.

  I am. All his.

  He pumps harder and with each thrust I can feel his head hitting all of the right places.

  “Alex, I’m going to come again.”

  “Come with me,” he moans back and thrusts harder. His body shakes and I feel my pussy close around his cock as another breathtaking orgasm rips through me.

  He explodes inside of me. It feels good. Exciting.

  Alex pulls back and kisses me, looking me deep in the eyes. I allow myself to collapse into the couch, engulfed in whatever just happened.

  * * * * *

  I wake up in my bed. Last night’s a blur. I’m naked and alone and the smell of bacon wafts upstairs. Immediately I feel my heart pound as everything flashes in front of my eyes.

  Alex.

  In the hallway.

  On the couch.

  Again, in the bed. This bed. Twice.

  I get up and stumble to the dresser and grab a long t-shirt, pulling it over my head. No panties.

  I glance at the clock and realize it’s already ten a.m. I never sleep that late, ever. But having Alex next to me last made me feel good. Safe.

  As I make my way downstairs, I hear Alex’s voice. It’s sexy. He’s sexy.

  I push open the door and want to just attack him again. Somehow, my body still needs his.

  “Hey sexy,” I say. As the door fully opens, my heart sinks as I see Ray sitting at the kitchen table, eating breakfast and talking to Alex.

  I want to climb inside of my t-shirt and hide.

  Seven

  Alex

  “Shit, you could have told me Ray was here,” Katy yells as she ducks behind the door. I see enough to want her right here in the kitchen, even with Ray at the table.

  “I didn’t expect you to come down half naked,” I say, and Ray shoots me a stare.

  He’s been here the last two hours. He says it was to give me the details about the car. I know it was to size me up and check on Katy.

  She’s definitely doing fine.

  “I’ll be back,” Katy yells as she runs upstairs.

  “Son, if you hurt her, I don’t need to tell you what will happen,” Ray says, taking a calm sip of his coffee.

  I just nod in agreement. Ray doesn’t scare me. I’m not the physical type, but I can definitely handle my own.

  A minute later, Katy returns wearing jeans and a tight t-shirt with Chambers Wrecking across the front of it. The shirt’s old and it’s doing everything it can to just stay together, being stretched to its maximum load by her gorgeous tits.

  “I was just telling Alex that the parts aren’t going to be here until late this afternoon,” Ray says. “It’ll probably be tomorrow before I can get him back on the road.”

  Katy nods. “You couldn’t have called to say that?”

  “I could’ve, but thought I’d just check on you.” Ray smiles.

  “And when exactly did you come here to deliver that message?”

  “About two hours ago,” I say with raised eyebrows. “I was going to surprise you with breakfast, but Ray suggested I let you sleep. He says you never rest because you’re too busy trying to do it all.”

  Katy squints at Ray, giving him the evil eye, and then walks over to me, standing on her toes. She kisses me while still keeping her eyes locked on Ray. “Thank you,” she whispers, “for last night, and this morning.”

  I could feel my cock twitch again and realize I’m wearing sweatpants with nothing on underneath. I’m willing my cock to stop growing, but without much luck. I can tell Ray tries not to notice and finally feels a bit uncomfortable.

  “I’ll leave you two to whatever plans you have for the day.” Ray pushes his chair out and stands.

  “I had planned on coming to the garage and fixing Alex’s car. I promised him,” Katy says and Ray just shakes his head.

  “Can’t fix it without the parts. Go enjoy the day.”

  Without looking back, Ray is gone, leaving us in the kitchen, alone.

  When I hear the front door click shut, I finally feel like I can breathe.

  Katy laughs. “I told you he’s like a second dad or big brother. Probably a combination of the two, and the reason I never had a boyfriend. He must like you or he’d still be here,” Katy says as she grabs my hand pulls me in close to her. “So, how about that trip to the falls?”

  “Sounds perfect,” I say as I grab her by the hips and lift her onto the counter, kissing her hard. My cock springs awake again and I wish Katy was still only wearing a t-shirt.

  She bites my lower lip as I pull her legs around me, her ass still resting on the counter. “This, later,” she promises. “We’ll go to the falls first.”

  Eight

  Katy

  It takes every ounce of restraint not to fuck Alex in the kitchen. My pussy aches for him.

  I need him inside of me, again and again. Instead, I tease him, rubbing my hand along his hard cock.

  He’s so strong. So demanding, and I enjoy the little bit control I have over him before I totally give in to him.

  The trip to the falls takes about thirty minutes and I regret every minute of waiting to have Alex inside of me again.

  The moment we arrive, we make our way to the pool at the bottom of the falls. Lansing Falls has always been a go-to place for kids in high school and college to drink and make out at night. During the day, it’s surprisingly empty.

  The forty-foot waterfall cascades into a huge, serene pool. I don’t waste a minute before stripping off all of my clothes and plunging into the water.

  It’s freezing and my nipples immediately perk up, but then there is something freeing about being totally naked in nature.

  “Come on,” I yell to Alex, who is standing on the edge of the pool staring.

  I watch as he strips off his tight shirt and sheds his shorts. His long, thick cock falls, half limp, but still huge.

  Alex dives in and emerges a second later directly in front of me. He pops up out of the water and immediately kisses me. His cock is already fully hard and pressed between us.

  It’s hot, even in the cool water, and I can’t help but grab his length as he continues to kiss me. My hand slowly pumps his shaft as Alex’s kisses move from my mouth to my taught nipples.

  I stroke him harder before pulling him in to deeper water and wrapping my legs around him, easing myself on to his cock. He pulls me closer and thrusts. Every inch of him feels absolutely amazing.

  He brings me to the brink of orgasm and then backs off. He knows he’s teasing me. He enjoys it.

  “Please, Alex, fuck me, make me come,” I beg.

  His smile grows bigger. “Tell me what you want,” he demands. “How do you want it?”

  “Harder,” I moan. My voice echoes against the crash of the falls and I throw my head back, closing my eyes.

  “Yes,” he growls.

  Every thrust hits me deep until I can’t take it any longer. A rush of heat warms my body in the cool water and I release on him. My legs squeeze him tightly and my nails dig into his back.

  A moment later, Alex pulls out and pumps his cock, exploding in the water.

  I hang onto him, unable to even float or move my exhausted legs.

  I can’t get enough of him—he’s completely wrecked me.

  * * * * *

  Twenty-four hours later, I’m standing in the garage looking at Alex’s completely fixed car.

  It hurts to see it and know that he’s leav
ing.

  In a weekend he managed to save me and destroy me. Whatever this is, it feels good and I don’t want to let go.

  I watch as Alex loads his bag into the back of his car.

  “I knew he was the one,” Ray says and winks at me.

  “Huh?” I look at Ray and there’s something on his face I hadn’t seen in a while, a smile.

  “I fixed his car Saturday morning. When I stopped by the house, I had actually driven it out there. You two were too caught up in one another to notice, or care.” Ray wraps his arm around me. “It’s about time, Katy. It’s about time.”

  Ray lets go and his normal, threatening grimace returns as Alex approaches.

  Alex holds out a hand to shake Ray’s. “Thank you for everything, Ray.”

  “Remember what I said.” Ray shakes his hand and then passes by Alex, giving him a slap on the back.

  “Noted,” Alex says and then approaches me, wrapping his arms around me. “Oakmont isn’t far.”

  “Three hours,” I say. I hate that he’s leaving.

  “This isn’t goodbye,” he says. He’s trying to convince me.

  “It’s okay, Alex. This weekend was amazing, but I never expected anything else. You have your life, and I have this.” I motion to the garage. “If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have that, so I will always owe you.”

  He pulls me in closer and kisses me, a long, passionate kiss. Different from every other kiss we’ve exchanged in the last forty-eight hours.

  It’s a kiss I won’t forget.

  Nine

  Alex

  “Is this everything?” I ask Jackson as I load up the box of files.

  “Yeah, I told you, this one is pretty straightforward.” Jackson laughs. “Just like last time.” He drops another stack of files into the box. “Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, I’m the one who took this on.”

  “I do.”

  It been three weeks since I kissed Katy goodbye. We’ve exchanged a few texts and talked a few times, but then she stopped responding after she said it would never work.

  I’ve thrown myself in to work, but it hasn’t made a difference. I’m distracted by her.

  I need her.

  Jackson grabs the box and follows me to the car, throwing it in the trunk.

  “I know you’re going to win this one, Alex,” Jackson assures me.

  I don’t need his assurance, I know it.

  I decide to try Katy once more, hoping she’ll finally take my call, but it goes directly to voicemail.

  Ten

  Katy

  The moment Alex left, I knew it was over.

  I knew it would never work.

  It was too easy.

  Too effortless.

  Too perfect.

  Like every square inch of his body. I’ve already lost enough in my life. I can’t get attached to someone else. After three weeks of calls and texting, I had to step away. I was already falling in love with a person I had spent a weekend with, and I didn’t know how to face him now.

  Alex has his own life. He’s successful, probably makes incredible money, and he lives three hours away. The last thing he needs now is me or a life in Cartersville.

  It was amazing while it lasted, but I had to make a choice, and I did.

  I thumb through the stack of invoices on the desk and look out over the garage as Ray finishes up the oil change on the Jack Wilson’s old Jeep Wrangler. He’s listening to country music and off in his own world.

  “Have time for another oil change?” a voice says from the office doorway. “I hear you guys do amazing work here.”

  Alex’s familiar voice makes my stomach drop and sends shivers down my spine and heat between my legs all at the same time. I look up to see him standing in the doorway and I immediately become self-conscious of what I’m wearing and how I look.

  “Why…why are you here?” I ask. “You shouldn’t be here.”

  “I need an oil change,” he says with a laugh.

  “Seriously, Alex, why?”

  “You stopped responding to me. I needed to make sure you’re okay.”

  “I’m great. See?” I know my voice is curt and sounds almost angry. I want him to leave, but I want him to stay.

  Alex sits on the edge of the desk and smiles. “Why are you avoiding me? I told you we can make this work. I won’t take no for an answer,” he says.

  I stand to face him and take a deep breath. I’m not ready for this. I’m not ready for his reaction, but I do it anyway.

  “Alex, I’m pregnant. That weekend.”

  “Are you…” Alex swallows hard and continues. “Are you sure? You’re not just late?”

  “My period’s usually very regular, so when I missed it, I took a test. Actually, I took about ten of them. All positive. I’m pregnant.” I step back to watch his reaction and give him time to jump up and run away. “I don’t expect—”

  Alex stands and wraps his arms around me, immediately kissing me. “I just wanted to make sure. I’m here, for you, us. I’m here for all of us.”

  He smiles. Obviously, we have a plot of planning to do.

  “Alex, no, I don’t expect anything from you.”

  “Katy, I’m here because I want you. I’ve wanted you from the moment you stepped out of that truck. You know that. This doesn’t change anything other than to show you we are meant to be.”

  I suck in a deep breath as I feel the tears well up in my eyes. “But you’re so far away, and I can’t leave here. I can’t give this up. It’s all I have.”

  “Which is why Jackson and I decided to open an office here in Cartersville. I’m moving back here. For you.”

  Epilogue

  Alex

  “Baby! You’re going to be late!” Katy yells from the kitchen downstairs.

  Sound travels seamlessly through the old farmhouse, even after all of the additional work we’d put into it over the last year.

  “Coming!” I yell back, straightening my tie and grabbing my suit jacket off of the bed.

  What started out as me in a tiny office has grown in to a small firm, taking on two additional attorneys and a paralegal.

  I push through the kitchen door and see Katy sitting at the table, looking more gorgeous than ever. She glows.

  “I’m going to head into the garage today,” she says. “Ray is behind on all of the paperwork.”

  “I think it’s too soon, babe. Besides, I’m sure Alton would prefer to nap in his crib instead of the noisy garage,” I say, kissing our son on the head.

  “I was raised in the garage. He’s never too young to learn the family business. Besides, he has his grandfather’s name, so he should be there to represent him.” Katy smiles, pulling back Alton’s bib and proudly displaying the Chambers Wrecking logo printed on Alton’s onesie.

  “Whatever you want, babe, whatever you want.”

  I kiss Katy gently on the lips and then kiss Alton on his fuzzy, bald head.

  I couldn’t have planned a better accident if I had tried.

  Bet You’re Mine

  The Slippery Curves Series

  Book 3

  One

  Jodee

  Peach velvet. Perfect. No survivors.

  I smiled as I continued to make notes in the binder where I kept my recipes. The peach velvet was a new one; I’d taken the first batch to work this afternoon, and by the time I went to the break room for my first breather, they were all gone. Not even a crumb left in the carrier.

  I wasn’t upset about that at all.

  I put the carrier in the sink to wash later. I normally changed out of my work uniform first, but making sure the cupcake recipe got noted and put under the ‘save’ tab of my binder was way more important.

  But that was done, and it was time to get comfy. I glanced down at myself as I walked down the hall toward my bedroom, purse still slung over my shoulder. The button-down blouse and vest fit snug around my curves. The blouse was half-open, exposing more of my cleavage than I was comfortabl
e with, but having my tits out got me better tips.

  Skeezy guys liked dealers with their tits out.

  The skirt was too short and tight. I had to wear thongs under it—even seamless panties showed a line, and that was unattractive. I wore it with fishnets; thankfully, since I was behind the table all day, I was allowed to wear flats.

  But even the expensive flats with the cushioned insoles didn’t save my back from aching by the end of the night.

  I sighed heavily and sat down on my bed, kicking off my shoes. For a moment, I just laid back, closing my eyes.

  I was glad I had a little time off.

  Maybe the reason I had time off wasn’t ideal, but it would be good to get away from the casino for a little while.

  Right, the casino. The tips.

  I sat up and smiled, opening my purse. The envelope was tucked inside, like always. I opened it and counted, then counted again. It was mostly in fives and tens, with a few twenties sprinkled throughout.

  One fifty-five.

  Nice.

  I hopped up, suddenly energized, and went to my vanity table. I grabbed the lockbox from the table and entered the combination, silently mouthing the numbers.

  The box popped open and I took a deep breath. I grabbed the notebook off the top first, then looked inside.

  That was a lot of money.

  One hundred and seven thousand dollars. Most of it was in hundreds already, banded together in stacks of ten.

  This box was my ticket out of here, as soon as I filled it up.

  I opened the notebook on the top, flipping through pages until I reached the half-full one I was working on. I wrote the date, and the amount I’d earned today. The cash went with the rest, and I put the notebook back.

  Maybe another year and half, and I could get the hell out of Vegas.

  Or at least quit my job at the Nugget. It had been eight long years of getting ogled and hit on, of having to deal with handsy old men and jealous wives. I’d worked there since I was twenty-one; it was good money, but I wanted to be able to do something else.

  I wanted to get my bakery open and be successful doing something I loved.