A Clockwork Christmas Angel (4 page)
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Authors: J. W. Stacks
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Matt grabbed her hips as she began to rock up and down, her sodden unmentionables stroking his cock and driving him to desperation as her cries slowly increased. Her frenzied pace threatening to finish him early.
He rolled over on top of her with a growl and he came free with a disappointed sigh from Abby. He kissed down her neck and suckled her breast as her back arched in pleasure. “Matt...” she cried as his fingers fumbled beneath her petticoats and underclothes. His touch seared her legs even through the woolen stockings.
“Dammit!” he cursed, thwarted again in his quest to get into her dress.
Abigail reached down and violently pulled at her layers, exposing herself to him, keenly aware of the rigid manhood pressed against her thigh. “Please!” she moaned.
Oh no, my little filly
, he thought devilishly, y
ou’re mine
. His rough fingers played her secret place like a fiddle with her cries the duet. The musky scent of her excitement filled the small carriage. Her brown hair thrashed wildly and her fingers clawed at the velvet interior, her peak was coming. “Matt!” she pleaded.
Matt rolled on top of her, pushing her wrists above her head, enjoying the curve of her arched neck and straining breasts—the touch of her nipples electric against his chest.
Abigail’s breath caught as the touch of his burning length fueled the fire inside her. If he held off any longer she would surely go mad. She shifted her hips and brushed her opening against his tip.
Matt needed no further encouragement and pushed his way inside her, the cries of delight from her throat music to his ears. Her legs wrapped around his hips as he wildly drove into her, angling so that he could go deeper. Now it was his turn. He could feel the churning in his balls, the pressure building. “Abby...”
She gasped as his seed blasted into her, torrent after torrent as his body convulsed above her. She stared at him through desire-sated eyes. It was if she was taming a great beast, his raw power now at her bidding, his body sagging against hers. Abby’s body had never felt more alive. This was something she wanted.
Hers
. Never to be taken away. Her lips found his as he rolled onto his back.
Neither of them spoke. Abby rested her head against his chest and soon he fell asleep. Her heart was screaming “love,” but her head told her it was just lust, both of them merely succumbed to a natural need. It meant nothing. Except that it did. Maggie had been right. There were people who cared about her. Matt risked his life, Maggie’s friendship never wavered since the accident, and the few members of the theater she met seemed concerned about her welfare. “Like it or not, Abigail Hogarth,” she thought, “you’re a part of the world again, dangerous though it may be.”
That musing brought her slowing thoughts to the fact that there was still someone determined to do her and Matt harm. Who? And what would they do now that they could not go back to friends for fear of capture? How did her arm figure into this? And how did Maggie’s merchant fit in and what was he hiding? She sighed. Too many mysteries and not enough sleep. She yawned and cradled her body against Matt’s half-dressed body.
Abby giggled sleepily. Tomorrow was Christmas, if it wasn’t already. She had unwrapped her present already. Abigail adjusted her head on his chest and closed her eyes, the familiar
tick tock
merging with Matt’s strong heartbeat.
Matt and Abby’s adventures continue in Book Two of The Age of Hearts and Brass trilogy,
Geared for Intrigue
, coming soon from Books to Go Now.
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