by ChaShiree M.
TORRAN
CHASHIREE M
M.K. MOORE
BREEDING NATION PUBLISHING
Contents
1. Torran
2. Migan
3. Torran
4. Migan
5. Torran
6. Migan
7. Torran
8. Migan
9. Torran
10. Migan
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Other Books by ChaShiree M.
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Other books by MK Moore
Torran By ChaShiree M & MK Moore
© 2019 ChaShiree M & MK Moore
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Dedicated to our mommies. They have unending support for us on this journey and they have no idea how much that means to us. So on that note, please enjoy this slightly erotic novella.
XOXO
ChaShiree & MK
1
Torran
Running Jorgensen Jewelers is my calling. I have an eye for the finer things in life, though I don’t need them. Day in and day out, I stand behind the counter helping others. Although lately, it has been mostly family members and good friends picking out the perfect ring for their girls. While I have had the ideal ring picked out for my girl for months now.
The band for her is from the Elite Collection. It is said to be created in 1066 AD and has survived all this time. The pure gold band has an engraving from an origin of which is unknown. ‘My exotic beauty. Forever and always’, is etched on the inside of the ring. When I first saw it twenty-five years ago, I knew it would be on the hand of my wife.
The engagement ring is a gold Tiffany solitaire from 1865 belonging to my great-great-great-great-grandmother. She wore it her entire married life. It was added to the Elite by an uncle in 1926. According to the estate, a Confederate Army soldier bought it while he was in the north, but never made it back home to his girl.
Migan Danvers is mine. She just won’t acknowledge it yet. I get it though, as much as it pains me to admit it.
At the age of thirty-six, I am sixteen years older than her twenty year. I know what I want out of life and that’s her by my side. I have had more time to figure out what is or is not important in my life. She’s fresh and just coming into her own with her fashion line. I have tried the direct caveman approach and I’ve tried the wait and see. Six months ago, she waltzed into my life with the Crawford women and she took my heart with her when she left. I don’t want it back, but enough is enough.
Her beauty knows has no bounds. She is tall, damn near as tall as me, but she is so petite that I could carry her all day. She has curves that are to die for. Her perfectly rounded ass makes my mouth water and her tits are more than a handful. It is not only her beauty that keeps me up at night but her personality that had me falling like Humpty Dumpty after one brief conversation. From what I know about her, she is the stunning combination of a Japanese mother and Swedish father. I can’t and won’t even look at another woman since I met her. It’s embarrassing how often I’ve had to take myself in hand thinking about her gorgeous green eyes looking up at me, while I fuck my seed into her womb or she takes my cock down her elegant throat.
Every time we see each other it’s always the same. Her gorgeous ass argues with me every chance it gets, while I try and goad her into letting me take her out to dinner. I did finally get her to agree to a breakfast date a few weeks ago, and then Bill interrupted our heavy petting session looking for a ring for Daisy. It is one of those times that I was so fucking pissed, I could have killed my own brother. Since that day, I haven’t been able to get her alone with me. I know that she knows she’s mine, but she refuses to give in. Her fear of getting lost in me, losing her own identity, and her career would never happen with me. For some reason I can’t make her see reason.
She is gorgeous, headstrong, and everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman. I understand she’s young and has a fresh pussy I can scent from a mile away, but what she doesn’t understand is that I will wait until the Second Coming to be with her. She can play any fucking games all damn day, and it won’t matter. At the end of every day, she’s mine, and the waiting on her to come to terms with the way things are is over.
It’s lunchtime and I make my way over to Missy’s dinner. UTGARD is not open for lunch on Monday’s and I am starving. Getting to the table I grab the last table available, a booth, in the back and go over the menu. I already know what I want but Cadi is busy, so I read it.
The bell over the door makes its jingle sound causing me to look up, and my eyes crash with Migan’s. She is wearing a summer dress with sandals, though there is still snow on the ground. That dress is entirely too short. Fuck this shit. I stand and storm from my table over to hers where I wrap my hand around her upper arm.
“Pearl,” I say using the nickname I gave to her only thirty seconds after finding out her name. “I know that you don’t mean to be enticing other men, do you?” I say to her as I all but drag her to my table.
Thankfully, she doesn’t balk and walks mostly of her own volition. When we reach the table, I whip my coat off and help her into it. She sucks in a huge breath, but I know she is inhaling the smell from my cologne on the coat. The thought makes me smile.
“No, asshole. I’m only hungry,” she says huskily. She is one of those walking contradictions that I cannot wait to sink my dick into her piece of heaven. Speaking of her angry yet sexy tone of voice makes my cock hard as a rock. I promptly sit down across from her after she plops down in the opposite side of the booth.
“Will you have lunch with me?” I ask, reaching for her hand. The fact she letting me hold it tells me something is wrong.
“Fine, I will. But the only reason I am doing this is because I’m starving and it is going to be your treat,” she says grabbing the menu.
“Do you really think I’d ever let you pay for anything, pearl?” I say glancing back at the menu.
“That’s part of the damn problem,” she mutters under her breath causing me to smile.
“For me to buy you a five dollar hamburger with French fries and a drink will not cost you your independence. How long is it going to take for you to see that I don’t want to stop you from achieving your dreams, Migan? I want you and only you.”
“I don’t know how to respond to that,” she answers as she is shrugging her shoulders in my too big for her coat.
“You
don’t have to say anything for now, just let it settle.” She slightly bites down on her lower lip with her teeth, and I am about to say something more when Cadi shows up.
“Hi guys. What can I get ya?” She asks, pen ready to write down our order.
“I’ll have a turkey club and French fries with a chocolate milkshake,” Migan orders with a smirk on her face. My girl has always gotta be difficult. She doesn’t even like turkey. All I can do is shake my head.
“Torran?” Cadi asks arching an eyebrow at me.
“Swiss mushroom burger with double fries and a coke. Thanks, Cadi.”
“No problem. Um, tell your brother I said hi,” she says before walking away.
“Wait,” I holler after her. She turns. “Which one?” I have so many, it’s hard to know which one she means.
“Hákon,” she says as she is blushing and scurrying back to the kitchen. About fifty other customers heard her, so now the gossip mill will be running rampant within the hour.
“What was that about?” I ask, Migan.
“You really don’t know?”
“No, I am at a loss here.”
“She is beyond in love with Hank. I wish he’d get his head out of his ass,” she says.
“Huh, I had no idea,” I say.
“Maybe you should get your head out your ass too,” she says as Cadi drops off our drinks.
After finishing lunch and I walk her back to her design space. The store she has where her merchandise is sold is over in Moosehead. She wanted to design and create in a separate space where customers or employees were not bothering her as she works. It’s nothing more than pure torture for her to be only a few doors from me, and I am not able to claim her ass and chain it to me. But wait and see, it is about to for me to go full Viking on ass and she’ll love it.
That’s a fucking promise.
2
Migan
What the hell. I cannot seem to shake this man. Everywhere I turn either he is there already and waiting, or he turns up. If I didn’t know any better or was a paranoid person, I would think he either had someone watching me or someone on the inside helping him to drive me up the freaking wall. Unfortunately, the thing is, I want him. I want him more than I have ever wanted anything or anyone in my entire life. The one exception is the fashion line I am currently building into a lucrative business. And therein lies the problem.
I have worked extremely hard to make my dream a reality. There have been several choices that I have made and things I have done to get to where I am now. The first one was I dropped out of college against the wishes of my parents. It was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do and live with myself. In saying that it means I did not go through all the guilt and drama to throw it all away on something called love.
Wait! Did I just say love? Oh hell! Scratch everything. It is insane because I can't stop the drooling panty squirting LUST. That’s what I meant to say. I mean, seriously. The man looks like a walking, talking, breathing, and mortal sin. Every time he brushes against my body or pins me to something, Twista’s ‘Get It Wet’ plays in my head over and over causing me to want to get his face wet with my pu…shit!!
OK see. I only have to start thinking about him and he gets me going. I really need to go home and turn on my jack rabbit. But, unfortunately, well not so unfortunately, I have a meeting tonight. We are mapping out the finishing touches of the new line along with the opening of the store.
We were supposed to have gotten it done a few months ago. But Loki and Tabitha got married then Bill and Daisy causing things to be moved around and rescheduled again. Soon after those weddings everyone started to turn up pregnant, then Hailey and Payton got married and are pregnant.
Ugh!! Don’t get me wrong, I love each and every one of them. Although technically I am not family, everyone has embraced me and made me feel like one of them. It helps out a lot considering all the Crawford ladies know all of them as well. However, I am surrounded by pregnant friends and friends in love, and well I can't help but feel like I am fighting against a quickly rising tide.
Finally, we get to have the party for the new line and open the store. The great thing about the waiting is that I didn’t have to plan it myself. I convinced Hailey Gentry to join the team as our event planner/PR person. After some strategically planned peer pressure, which I will never admit to anyone else, she agreed. I am happy to say that I am not regretting my decision, even for one minute. The girl is awesome. She is bright, sharp, open-minded, and she can stay on budget. Speaking of.
“Hey Hailey. How’s it going?” I ask.
“Great! The lighting is being done as we speak. Also, the glitter paned runway you requested for the preview show is in the back being assembled. Along with the new display cases. Taryn is making the cake as a donation, and Erika has agreed to donate the flowers. As of right now, we are officially $1000 under budget. I’m thinking we can allocate that money towards a charity, and get permission to use the charity logo on your storefront for the next six weeks to drum up more support. What do you think?” See what I mean. Her mind is sharp as hell.
“Wow! Sounds excellent. You have gotten everything taken care of and done. I must say I am shocked by how much attention you can give to this. You know. Considering.”
“Considering what?” She asks me looking genuinely confused. I start twitching a bit, because now I feel like I somehow stuck my foot in my mouth.
“Oh. I mean with you being married and pregnant. What I mean is I know that those are equally demanding and how you manage to find the time to work is baffling.” Yea. I still feel wrong saying it.
“Ah. Ok, now I am starting to understand. Is that why you keep running from Torran? Oh Migan. No. There is nothing about being happy and in love that is stifling. Payton is…..well...everything. He is my lover, best friend, companion, protector, and most of all he is my biggest champion. There is nothing that I want for myself that he doesn't want for me. Migan. I know I am younger than you, but believe me when I say if the love is real and pure it will propel you to heights you never knew you wanted to reach. If I may continue to be so bold, please don’t run from a love that great, my friend. Sprint toward it as fast as you can.”
“Wow. I guess when you put it like that, it does sound beautiful. I just...I have wanted to be a fashion designer for basically my whole life. Because of the ideas and dreams I wanted to fulfill, I vowed when I was decidedly younger not to let anything get in the way. And it seems as if only for a minute, I believed nothing could. Then, I saw Penny go from following her dream of being a nurse to giving it all up for a man and a baby. Not to mention her sister Ava who wanted to be a teacher. All I have seen is the women I care about giving up their dreams to be with men. Why would my situation be any different?” I say as the tears begin to fall. I feel so confused, lost, and….mournful. I honestly wish I could talk to my mom about all of this. But, she is totally mad at me and, it would do no good.
“Migan, please don’t cry. I didn’t mean for you to get upset. Plus if you cry then I will cry too, and it will never end” she says with a slight smile. I know she is trying to make me feel better, but no matter how hard I try I can’t seem to find the bright side.
“Listen. Here is what you have failed to realize. Every single one of us made our own choices. Not one of the guys forced us into a decision one way or another. Well, other than they all were very adamant we marry them.” She says laughing. Though, the look on her face tells me she wouldn’t have it any other way. The love between her and Payton is beautiful and evident for anyone to see. I can’t help but feel a little jealous.
“They would support any decision we make about home, school, work, or basically anything it all. And I am more than sure Torran would do the same for you. The question is: Do you love him?” Though it is just a question, it does send me back into tears. I feel as if my soul is being ripped right out from my chest. The very oxygen I breathe is becoming an impossibility thinking about the decision I am forcing mysel
f to make.
“Oh God, Hailey. I love him more than I want to admit. He means everything to me.”
“So….” before she has a chance to finish, I hear a growl from the front of the room. Much to my chagrin, standing on the inside of the door and looking like he could commit murder is, Torran.
“Who the FUCK are you in love with?” He roars from across the room. My heart is now hammering in my chest as my brain is scrambling to try and calculate what I am supposed to be doing at this moment. I know that I probably should be saying something, but my mouth seems to have a mind of its own and won’t move. I glance over at Hailey for help, but she has moved herself to the other side of the room.
Shit. Snap out of it Migan. Fix it. Now. I tell myself. But the fear has me paralyzed and won’t let me budge.
“What the fuck? This is why you keep running from me. You’re in love with someone else? Don’t worry. Message is received loud and clear.” And, just as suddenly as he appeared he walks out of the store. He is walking out of my life too if I don’t stop him. Once again, I am seeking something from Hailey.
She simply looks at me and says, “What are you waiting for?” When the question boroughs into my heart and sends my mind reeling, the only thing I can picture is being without him.
Fuck it. I run out of the shop to go after him. I hope and pray that I’m not too late.
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Torran