Title: Tuck Me In Tight
Author: Jennifer Rebecca
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover by Alyssa Garcia at Uplifting Designs.
About Tuck Me In Tight:
Never fully believing that she was capable of a committed relationship—with Wes or with anyone—leaves Claire feeling undeserving of the elusive happily ever after. She has never let herself enjoy what was within her grasp . . .
Until a string of murdered women dressed and posed like sleeping dolls shakes the very foundation of everything Claire thought she knew. Particularly when the only connection to be found between the three victims is the man who finally stole her heart for keeps, Wes.
But it’s like she always said, she’s bad at love.
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Excerpt:
Someone Watching
I have that creepy feeling you get when you know that someone is watching. It’s a feeling that has saved my life a handful of times so I snap my eyes open and see Wes is laying on his side. He’s propped up on his elbow, with his head resting on his hand and his warm eyes on me.
“Hey,” I rasp hoping he didn’t realize that I was gripped in another nightmare.
“Morning, baby.” I swallow to try and clear the sleep from my throat and open my mouth to speak but Wes beats me to it by dropping his mouth to mine. I open mine underneath his when he licks at the seam of my lips and he deepens the kiss as he rolls over my body.
“We have to get up.”
“Not yet,” he hums against my mouth as he slides his knees between my thighs spreading them open to his invasion of the very best kind.
“We have to go to work.”
“Not yet,” he murmurs as he trails his fingers down my hip and over my mound and down further. “Always so wet.” He swirls his index finger around my clit making me whimper into his mouth.
“Wes—”
“Not yet,” he says as he removes his finger from my clit, only to guide the tip of his cock into my wetness. I arch my back to try and take him deeper. “Not yet.”
“Please, Wes.” And that was all he needed to slide all the way to the root.
Wes takes my hands in his and intertwines our fingers in an intimate move that I both love and hate. I love it because it makes us so close—nose to nose—and other more fun parts. And I hate it because it’s so intimate—that scares the hell out of me.
He places our joined hands up on either side of my head and as he looks into my eyes, his nose brushing mine. Wes rocks his hips softly into mine. There is no restlessness, no rush this time. Wes is not a man in a hurry, but he is a man with a desire to make love to his woman. You can see it in his eyes as he slowly puts his mouth on mine and takes us both over the edge.
When our breathing slows and the sweat on our bodies begins to cool, Wes finally looks at me and says, “Now we have to get up and get ready for work.” I just roll my eyes and he laughs.
Wes pulls me up and out of bed and leads me down the hall to my small bathroom where he lifts me up by the waist and sets me on the small, soapstone countertop. He pulls the glass door open and cranks the water up. I live in a piece of shit apartment so even though the apartment is small, it takes awhile to heat up the water. So, Wes saunters back to me gloriously naked and then pushes his hips between my legs as I sit on the counter and kisses me. He doesn’t just kiss me, no, Wes lazily makes out with me in his arms while we wait for the shower to heat up.
Then he plucks me from the countertop and walks straight into the shower with me in his arms. I turn into the water to wash my hair. I tip my head back under the spray to rinse the suds from my hair. Before I have a chance to stand back up I’m hauled out of the water and up against a very hard Wes.
“Do you know what you do to me, baby?” he asks. I have an idea because it is also very hard and pressed against my belly.
“I’m starting to figure it out.” I grip his hard length in my fist and pump him once, twice, before I find my front pressed against the shower wall.
“Be careful, baby. You’re playing with fire.” He presses in close against my back and I feel the heat of him against my ass.
“Maybe I like the risk.”
He growls low in his throat before tipping my hips back and thrusting his cock deep. Wes keeps me pinned to the shower wall with his chest pressed to my back. The cool material of the shower wall at my breasts and the heat of his body at my back does things to me.
Wes sets a fast tempo of push and pull that won’t keep us going long. My cheek is against the wall and I whimper. I’m so close and I want it, but Wes is even closer.
“Touch yourself, baby. Get there.” Wes takes my hand from the wall in his and slides it down the wall to between my legs where his uses my finger to circle my clit and push me closer. He skates our hands deeper to where his cock moves hard and fast in and out of my body. “Feel that. This is us when you end and I begin and this is only ever going to be us. No one else.” He pumps faster and faster.
“Wes—”
“Get there,” he says as he moves our hands back up to circle my clit. I whimper and cry out because I’m there. He lets go of my hand and I take over as he grips my hips and thrusts harder. “Yes. you’re there.” And I am. I press my cheek harder to the shower wall as my finger circles my clit. Wes pushes into my body and pulls back one out, once, twice more, and then I come. Wes follows me over the edge calling out my name as he does.
As he comes back down to earth, he slowly glides his cock in and out before kissing my shoulder gently and then slipping free from my body. I lean all of my weight against the shower wall. I think I’m dead. I must have died just now but what a way to go.
I hear Wes swallow down a chuckle from behind me and then his soapy hands roam all over my body. He rains kisses down all over my shoulders and the back of my neck as he soaps up my body and his before rinsing us clean.
He shuts off the water and towels me dry before drying himself. Then we both dress for work—including my stuffing my drop gun and holster back in my boot. All while Wes watches with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.
“Hey,” I rasp hoping he didn’t realize that I was gripped in another nightmare.
“Morning, baby.” I swallow to try and clear the sleep from my throat and open my mouth to speak but Wes beats me to it by dropping his mouth to mine. I open mine underneath his when he licks at the seam of my lips and he deepens the kiss as he rolls over my body.
“We have to get up.”
“Not yet,” he hums against my mouth as he slides his knees between my thighs spreading them open to his invasion of the very best kind.
“We have to go to work.”
“Not yet,” he murmurs as he trails his fingers down my hip and over my mound and down further. “Always so wet.” He swirls his index finger around my clit making me whimper into his mouth.
“Wes—”
“Not yet,” he says as he removes his finger from my clit, only to guide the tip of his cock into my wetness. I arch my back to try and take him deeper. “Not yet.”
“Please, Wes.” And that was all he needed to slide all the way to the root.
Wes takes my hands in his and intertwines our fingers in an intimate move that I both love and hate. I love it because it makes us so close—nose to nose—and other more fun parts. And I hate it because it’s so intimate—that scares the hell out of me.
He places our joined hands up on either side of my head and as he looks into my eyes, his nose brushing mine. Wes rocks his hips softly into mine. There is no restlessness, no rush this time. Wes is not a man in a hurry, but he is a man with a desire to make love to his woman. You can see it in his eyes as he slowly puts his mouth on mine and takes us both over the edge.
When our breathing slows and the sweat on our bodies begins to cool, Wes finally looks at me and says, “Now we have to get up and get ready for work.” I just roll my eyes and he laughs.
Wes pulls me up and out of bed and leads me down the hall to my small bathroom where he lifts me up by the waist and sets me on the small, soapstone countertop. He pulls the glass door open and cranks the water up. I live in a piece of shit apartment so even though the apartment is small, it takes awhile to heat up the water. So, Wes saunters back to me gloriously naked and then pushes his hips between my legs as I sit on the counter and kisses me. He doesn’t just kiss me, no, Wes lazily makes out with me in his arms while we wait for the shower to heat up.
Then he plucks me from the countertop and walks straight into the shower with me in his arms. I turn into the water to wash my hair. I tip my head back under the spray to rinse the suds from my hair. Before I have a chance to stand back up I’m hauled out of the water and up against a very hard Wes.
“Do you know what you do to me, baby?” he asks. I have an idea because it is also very hard and pressed against my belly.
“I’m starting to figure it out.” I grip his hard length in my fist and pump him once, twice, before I find my front pressed against the shower wall.
“Be careful, baby. You’re playing with fire.” He presses in close against my back and I feel the heat of him against my ass.
“Maybe I like the risk.”
He growls low in his throat before tipping my hips back and thrusting his cock deep. Wes keeps me pinned to the shower wall with his chest pressed to my back. The cool material of the shower wall at my breasts and the heat of his body at my back does things to me.
Wes sets a fast tempo of push and pull that won’t keep us going long. My cheek is against the wall and I whimper. I’m so close and I want it, but Wes is even closer.
“Touch yourself, baby. Get there.” Wes takes my hand from the wall in his and slides it down the wall to between my legs where his uses my finger to circle my clit and push me closer. He skates our hands deeper to where his cock moves hard and fast in and out of my body. “Feel that. This is us when you end and I begin and this is only ever going to be us. No one else.” He pumps faster and faster.
“Wes—”
“Get there,” he says as he moves our hands back up to circle my clit. I whimper and cry out because I’m there. He lets go of my hand and I take over as he grips my hips and thrusts harder. “Yes. you’re there.” And I am. I press my cheek harder to the shower wall as my finger circles my clit. Wes pushes into my body and pulls back one out, once, twice more, and then I come. Wes follows me over the edge calling out my name as he does.
As he comes back down to earth, he slowly glides his cock in and out before kissing my shoulder gently and then slipping free from my body. I lean all of my weight against the shower wall. I think I’m dead. I must have died just now but what a way to go.
I hear Wes swallow down a chuckle from behind me and then his soapy hands roam all over my body. He rains kisses down all over my shoulders and the back of my neck as he soaps up my body and his before rinsing us clean.
He shuts off the water and towels me dry before drying himself. Then we both dress for work—including my stuffing my drop gun and holster back in my boot. All while Wes watches with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.
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About the Author:
Jennifer is a graduate of California State University San Marcos where she studied Criminology and Justice Studies. She is also an Alpha Xi Delta.
10 years ago, she was swept off her feet by her very own sailor. Today, they are happily married and the parents of a 8 year old and 6 year old twins. She can often be found in East Texas on the soccer fields, drawing with her children, or reading. Jennifer is convinced that if she puts her fitbit on one of the dogs, she might finally make her step goals. She loves a great romance, an alpha hero, and lots and lots of laughter.
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