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Wren
Christmas
Wren walked out to the kitchen to find Yonkers rooting through his refrigerator. Honestly, the man could eat twenty-four hours a day and still look like a Greek god. She had seen the proof for herself when she walked in on him in the shower earlier that morning, and now, all she could think about was his chiseled chest and abs. Hell, she was thinking about so much more than his chest and abs, but if she allowed her imagination to dip much further south, she’d have another hot flash. Yonkers had already caught her checking him out a few times during the day, and he didn’t seem to want any part of what her dirty mind was coming up with.
“Are you hungry?” he asked. “I was going to make a ham sandwich from our leftovers.” He had made a full Christmas feast with ham and all the trimmings, earlier that day. They spent the rest of the day lying on the sofa, watching Christmas movies. But what she really wanted to do was beg him to get her naked and make her his—not that it would do her any good.
“I’d love a ham sandwich,” she said. She pulled the bread from his hands, intentionally letting her fingers brush over his. Yonkers’s gasp filled the small kitchen, and she smiled up at him. Wren knew that she was playing a dangerous game, but she just didn’t care.
“You okay?” she breathed.
“What are you doing to me?” Yonkers asked. She knew exactly what he was asking, even if she wasn’t sure of what her answer should be.
“What do you want me to do to you?” she asked.
“Jesus,” he breathed. “This isn’t right, Wren. Blade would kill me if he knew what I was thinking of doing to you.”
“What are you thinking about doing to me, Chris?” she asked, using his real name. Wren felt as though she was holding her breath waiting for him to respond.
“I want to strip you bare and fuck you over my kitchen table,” he said. Wren let out the breath that she was holding as she looked back over her shoulder at the kitchen table, imagining all the things he’d do to her on it. It was time for her to be bold, but her courage seemed to be MIA. It was now or never. She knew that her time with Yonkers was going to be coming to an end soon. Blade could prove that Bruce had been not only stalking Trixie but also was the one to disable Wren’s security system. Once Bruce was permanently behind bars, there would be no reason for Yonkers to babysit her any longer.
“Then, why don’t you?” she almost whispered.
“Fuck,” he growled, pulling her into his arms. Wren dropped the loaf of bread onto the kitchen floor as he backed her up against the table in the corner of the room. This was really happening, and Wren wasn’t sure if she was ready for everything that the biker wanted to do to her, but she wanted to be. She wanted to let herself go and finally feel something for the first time since her fiancé, Lee, died.
“It’s been a long time for me,” she said between kisses.
Yonkers stopped kissing his way down her neck and stood to his full height to look down at her. “How long?” he asked.
“I haven’t been with a man since my fiancé died,” she admitted. Talking about Lee wasn’t something that she did—ever. And talking about him when she was about to have sex with another man wasn’t her finest idea.
“You were engaged?” he asked. “And your fiancé died?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “In a truck accident. It was just after we graduated from high school. We were just kids, but he was going to school and working nights. He was overdoing it, and I tried to tell him that, but he told me that he was trying to build our future. He fell asleep behind the wheel and died in an accident on his way home from work.”
“I’m so sorry,” Yonkers said. He took a step back from her and Wren moaned.
“You see, this was the last thing I wanted. I don’t want you to pull back from me just because I told you about Lee. Please, Chris, I want you.”
“I love it when you use my real name,” he whispered. “You’re the only one who still calls me Chris, baby,” he said.
Wren wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled up at him. “Well, then, Chris, how about we get back to you stripping me bare and taking me on your very sturdy-looking kitchen table then?” she asked.
He tugged her t-shirt up over her head and she raised her arms for him. “You’re sure?” he asked.
“I am,” she breathed. Yonkers ran his hand over her bare breasts, and she moaned, thrusting herself at him as he tugged her leggings down her body. She was naked, panting, needy, and very wet for him.
“Baby,” he breathed as he kissed his way down her body. Yonkers helped her up onto the table as he spread her legs overhis shoulders. She was completely at his disposal and the way that he looked her body over made her want to beg him for more, but he didn’t wait for her to do so. Yonkers licked her core, paying special attention to her sensitive nub.
“Yes,” she groaned as he worked two fingers deep inside of her pussy. He pumped in and out of her as he licked her clit into his skilled mouth. She wasn’t sure how she was going to last with everything that he was doing to her and when she cried out his name, Yonkers didn’t stop. He waited her out, giving her two more orgasms before finally undoing his fly, and letting his jeans sink to the kitchen floor. He filled her completely with one thrust, leaving her feeling full.
“You good?” he asked; his voice strained.
“I’m good,” she said, “please, don’t stop, Chris.” He moaned as he pulled free from her body, slamming back into her. Yonkers pressed her onto the table as he put all his weight on her, taking what he wanted from Wren. She loved that he didn’t hold back from her. He gave her everything and took everything from her—and it was perfect.