All Chapters of Secret Curves (Dangerous Curves 5): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Sarah sipped her coffee, and watched Jax listen to Noah. His rugged face showed surprise, then interest, then pride. He looked at Sarah, caught her eye, smiled.“Yeah, of course I’ll be there,” Jax said now. “Whatever you need, man. You know that.”He disconnected the call, and stared at Sarah. “Well. Holy shit.”“No kidding, right?” she said. “Mom’s going to freak when she hears this.”“You think?”“For sure.” Sarah rubbed her eyes. “She’s barely coping with me moving out, you know. If Noah does too, she may well lose her ever-loving mind.”Jax thought about Sarah and Noah’s Mom. Annie Matthews was a tough woman, a woman who had just buckled down and taken care of two kids on her own after her husband had fucked off when Sarah and Noah were eighteen. It would have been OK, probably, if Noah hadn’t been autistic. If he hadn’t been, Annie’s adult kids could have found work, moved out, moved on. As it was, though, both Annie and Sarah had made sacrifice after sacrifice for Noah, and nev

She was surprised when she started to cry, but she knew it was sheer panic that was causing the tears. She sat on the tub, rocking back and forth, trying to keep herself from sticking her fingers down her throat. It wouldn’t help anything, she knew, it would only make everything worse, but in this moment, it was the only solution she saw. It was the only way to feel back in control of what was happening toher body, her life. Her life was changing so dramatically, and at lightning-speed, and she was spiraling and spinning. She was going down, and it was happening fast.Meanwhile, Curtis was in Tessa’s sunny kitchen, looking for sugar for his coffee. She’d said that it was on the blue shelf, but he didn’t see it there. He opened and closed a few cabinet doors, checked all the shelves. Nope, no sugar.He wandered down the hall to the bathroom now, listening for the water. It wasn’t running, so he assumed Tessa was done her shower. He raised his hand to tap on the door, and that’s when h

Both hands were on her breasts now, cupping them, lifting their weight. Rough fingers teased her nipples, tweaking the sensitive peaks gently. Tessa gave a small moan, and dropped her head back on to his broad chest. Good Christ, what this man did to her – it should be illegal.“Your skin’s getting flushed,” he whispered into her ear. “You’re going all pink, and I love it when that happens. It means you’re heating up for me, sweetness… and from what I’ve seen these past few days, you get burning hot all over.”She whimpered. His right hand moved down her body again, skimming her stomach, moving farther down. He reached her pussy, paused. “Are you hot down here, baby?” he said. “You getting all hot and wet for me?”“Yes,” she managed to get out.“Hmmmm.” Curtis’ throaty murmur made her slick up even more. “I think I need to check.”One thick finger slid into her golden curls, found her clit. He circled it, traced its shape, and Tessa gave a small cry. He stroked her lower lips, up an

Curtis stood in his usual place, in his usual position – his back up against the bar wall, his arms crossed – watching Tessa. She was talking to Gabi, and they were almost hysterical with laughter about something. She was fucking glowing, just so damn natural and beautiful, and he found himself smiling too. Seeing her happy made him happy.“Hey, man.”Curtis turned his head. Dillon Saunders was standing there, his mint-green eyes fixed on Tessa too.“Hey,” Curtis responded. “All good in the back?”“Yep. Crash rooms all occupied, and from the sound of things through the doors, everyone’s having a good time.”Curtis rolled his eyes. The crash rooms at Curves were notorious, and they were incredibly popular. Known fondly as the ‘fuck rooms’, they were open for anyone to use, for anything they may want to use them for. Curtis had never been back there with anyone, though he’d received his fair share of invitations. The thought of bending some bar patron over a sofa while Tessa was out he

She giggled. “You don’t say.”“Sassy,” he muttered. “I’ll enjoy making you beg to come.”“You think I’m gonna beg?” she taunted him with a grin. “Really?”“Oh, hell, yeah,” Curtis said, his voice a guttural growl. “You’re going to scream for me to make you come on my cock.”“Oh,” she gasped, her body involuntarily shuddering. “Curtis…”His mouth crushed down on hers, stealing her words and her breath. Tessa sank into the mattress under his weight, at his mercy and already loving it. When he yanked off her jeans and underwear, she felt faint; when his hands moved to the top button of her shirt and he flicked it open, she thought she might pass out.Slowly, carefully, watching her face the whole time, Curtis undid her shirt, tugged off her bra. And there she was: totally naked and bound, totally vulnerable and out of control. Overwhelmed by the riot of sensations in and on her body, Tessa squeezed her eyes shut, and he paused.Her chest was rising and falling incredibly rapidly, and her