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Monday 14 December 2015

GPI'S CHRISTMAS EXTRAVAGANZA: CC Wood

 
 
AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: CC Wood

 




Unexpected Gifts



Wick


I shoved a pillow behind me and leaned back against the headboard. This was the time I both dreaded and anticipated.



Tia rolled off the other side of the mattress, walking across the crappy motel room with the grace and confidence of a model on the catwalk. I'd never seen a woman so in tune with her body, yet so unaware of how fucking sexy she was.



I couldn't say I understood a lot about Tia, but it was clear that her body was a tool for her. A tool to get the job done or to give and receive pleasure. Either way, she didn't view herself as a sexual object. She might be a sexual woman, but she didn't put her body on display as so many women in my past had done.



There was no sexy lingerie or fuck me heels. Hell, Tia didn't even wear fucking perfume or make-up. Not that she needed any.



I couldn't take my eyes off her as she bent down and snatched her underwear off the floor. Black cotton. No lace or frills.



It was like this every goddamn time. I hated watching her get dressed, knowing she was going to walk out and that I would ask her to stay. I also fucking loved it. It was like an erotic dance in reverse, watching her move and cover up that amazing skin. She was tough to her core, a spine of steel, but hers was the smoothest, softest skin I'd ever touched. It was the only part of her that seemed fragile.



She slid the garment up her long, slender legs. Looking at her, I never would have expected her to have the strength to wrap those legs around me so tight I couldn't breathe, but she had.



Tia was as lithe and slim as a waif, but I could see the lean muscles stretching and flexing as she moved. There was unexpected strength in that body, a strength I knew I shouldn't underestimate.



The bra was next, the same black cotton as her underwear. She put it on with swift, efficient movements, covering her small, firm breasts. I smirked when I saw the hickey I'd left on the upper curve of her right breast.



Then I wondered if she would look at it the next few days and think of me, of what I did to her body. And what she did to mine.



She grabbed her jeans from the floor and shimmied into them, the tight, faded denim clinging to her ass. A black tee with long sleeves was next.



Neither of us spoke as she sat on the chair in the corner, tugging on socks and her boots. Her eyes came to mine briefly, her expression unreadable. I knew my face wore a similar blank mask.



Tia rose from the chair and moved to the dresser a couple of feet to my left. I kept watching as she gathered her hair into a low ponytail and twisted a rubber band around it.



Then she stood there, her back to me, for a few seconds. Just when I was about to cave and ask her if something was wrong, she reached out, grabbed her leather jacket, and shrugged it on.



Zipping it, she didn't spare me another glance as she walked toward the door, scooping up her motorcycle helmet as she went.



Then she did something else unexpected. Tia stopped in the open doorway, looking back at me with those unfathomable brown eyes.



"Merry Christmas, Lance."



The door shut behind her with a quiet click and I was alone. With the show over, I threw my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. It was time for me to leave.



I took two steps toward the bathroom and stopped cold. On the dresser was a small box, wrapped in silver paper.



In the last ten years, of all the women I'd fucked, none of them gave me a present unless they bought it with my money. Even then, I sensed they put very little thought into what they gave me.



Slowly, I peeled the paper off the box and opened it. Inside I found a silver St. Michael's medallion. It was exactly like the one I lost a few weeks ago when the chain snapped. I hadn't mentioned it because I was still pissed off about it. My mother bought me that medal when I enlisted and I'd worn it for fifteen years. It was one of the few things I had left of her.



Tia noticed and replaced it.



I wrapped the medal in my fist, the edges biting into my palm. The pain was the reality check I needed. It was time to put a stop to this fucking around. Tia was a good woman. She deserved more than I had to give.



No matter how badly I wanted to do otherwise, it was time to let her go.


 
 
A native Texan, C.C. grew up either reading or playing the piano. Years later, she’s still not grown up and doing the same things. Since the voices in her head never shut up, C.C. decided to share their crazy stories and started writing books.

Now that she has a baby girl at home, C.C.’s non-writing time is usually spent cleaning up poopy diapers or feeding the poop machine. Sometimes she teaches piano, cooks, or spends time bugging her hubby and two beagles.
 
 
Visit CC Woods Website: http://www.ccwood.net/
 
 
 
 
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1. If money was no object what would take out the number one spot on your Christmas list?

A trip to the mountains. I want to build snowmen and drink hot chocolate with my daughter, and snuggle up in front of the fire with my husband after she goes to sleep. It sounds like Heaven.

2. What was the first book you read that made you think “wow this is what I want to do, I want to be an author”?

Actually it was the entire Nancy Drew series. As soon as I read those as a child, I knew I wanted to write down my own stories.

3. What does Christmas mean for you?

Time with my family and lots of good food. I'm super excited about this year because Lil Bit is old enough to understand what's going on. I can't wait to see her face!

 4. What’s your guilty pleasure, the one thing you hate admitting out loud?

Hmmmmm. I'm not sure. I rarely feel guilty about the things I find pleasure in. ;-)

5. What’s next for you in terms of writing?

I have a busy, busy year planned out for 2016. In January, I'll be releasing the fifth and final book in the Bitten series. After that is book 3 in NSFW. Then I'll be releasing the first book in a brand new trilogy that I'm ecstatic about! I have several other projects planned, but not until after summer.



2 comments:

  1. Love your books CC!! I haven't had a chance to read "Wicked Games" - but I will very soon!!

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