Free Something's Gotta Give (Tempered Steel Book 3) by Maggie Adams

first union.
    “Why didn’t you tell me, Peaches?” Chance asked as he rolled to his side to look at her. She had given him her virginal body. She owed him an explanation.
    She thought about being flip. Oh, I wasn’t doing much with it anyway. Or obtuse. What? That old thing? Forgot I had it. But he had given her such pleasure after the pain, she couldn’t be anything but honest. “I was waiting for someone I cared about,” she mumbled, not meeting his eyes.
    “Look at me,” Chance commanded. He tilted her face up to meet his eyes. “I am honored that you chose me, Peaches. And I promise to prove myself worthy of such a gift.”
    Georgia tried to smile, but it was a feeble attempt as she glanced at Chance. She was still nervous. His eyes grew darker and his smile took on a predatory gleam. She was inexperienced, but she wasn’t a fool. He wanted her again.
    Did it mean he cared about her, even a little bit? Or was he simply using her for release? Self-doubt washed over her. She suddenly felt a little sick to her stomach. Had she just made a terrible mistake?
    As if he could read her thoughts, Chance leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. “I’m crazy about you, Peaches.” He kissed his way down her throat, to her collarbone, then between her breasts.
    “What…What are you doing?” She gasped as he took her swollen nipple between his fingers and pinched lightly. Oh God, how could he make her want him so soon?
    “You wanted more, Peaches. I’m giving you….” He kissed the slight curve of her stomach, then pressed his fingers into her pussy. She arched off the bed at the riot of sensation his tender caress evoked.
    Chance smiled. “More, Peaches.”
    Sometime later, exhausted and satisfied, they fell asleep in each other’s arms as the sun gave way to the starry night.
     
    CHAPTER FIVE
    It had been a crazy week of stolen kisses and frenzied loving, and Georgia had cherished every minute of it. She and Chance had worked with an easy familiarity at the daycare. But at night, oh Lord, she blushed just thinking about it! Chance had taken her to heaven so many times, she thought she might put pearly gates at the entrance to her bedroom. Hesitant at first, she had shyly asked what she could do to please him, and he had patiently instructed her in the fine art of lovemaking. As she grew bolder, so did he, and together they explored each other’s bodies, and she had been more than willing to be “thoroughly debauched” as her historical novels called it.
    “You have become a crazed sex fiend, Georgia,” she murmured quietly as she picked up the toys while the smaller children napped in what was once the dining room. Raised voices came to her from the kitchen, where the older kids were supposed to be reading to themselves.
    She peeked into the baby room to make sure everyone was still asleep, then headed for the kitchen. “Boys! You’re supposed to be reading, remember?” she reprimanded in a whisper. She noted the baseball bat sitting in the kitchen corner. “And what’s the bat doing in here?”
    “Tommy wanted to make sure he had first swing when we went out for afternoon play,” Caleb explained.
    Georgia shook her head. Some things were just more important than following the rules, like who gets the first swing in baseball. “Okay, but this is not going to become a habit.” She gave a stern look to Tommy, who hung his head and nodded.
    “Now, quiet, please or no baseball for anyone.” Satisfied she had put the fear into them, she headed back down the hall to the living room.
    “Hello, Georgie.” Trudy Mayweather stepped out of the shadows of the spare bathroom. She held a wicked looking knife in her hand. Her face was once again painted with a rough hand. Blood red lips and cheeks stood out against her pale, sweating skin, and the baby blue eyeshadow highlighted the crazy gleam in her eyes.
    “Trudy!” Georgia put a hand to her chest. “What are you doing here?” She noted the knife