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Torn

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by Lauren Dane


  It would have been a lot of anyone in a day. Aside from a few very close friends, there wasn’t anyone he liked to spend a lot of one-on-one time with.

  But he’d already accepted she was different than most other people. His reaction to her most definitely was unusual.

  “I like a lot of Cora in my day. Come to think of it, why aren’t you at the gallery now? You strike me as the type who likes to manage closely to be sure things are perfect.”

  “That’s the coolest way to be called a control freak ever.” She laughed. “I was there most of yesterday and into the night, and then back first thing this morning. And now it’ll marinate until later. If I hang out too much I start to pick my work apart, second-guess and redo stuff. Then everyone hates me and I do three times the work because, in the end, I go back to how I originally had it.”

  She pulled into a patch of dirt that’d been transformed into a lot where people parked their cars to head out into the wide fields of pumpkins just beyond. “This is still early days for this patch. In two weeks or so, there’ll be ruts deep enough to make your teeth hurt when you drive over them.”

  “It’s weird how cheerful this makes you.”

  “I like knowing I made a good choice when I’m lucky enough to make one. You come early and you get the best pumpkins and avoid the worst of the crowds and traffic. This lot is the one we went to when I was a kid. Family owned. It always smells like mulling spices and kettle corn.”

  And on that word salad, she hopped out of the truck, turning back to grab her camera. “It’s a little muddy, but not too bad. You don’t have to wear the boots if you don’t want to.”

  * * *

  BEING OUT THERE with the brilliant orange of pumpkins against the pale gold of the straw and hay bales all around, Cora let herself fully live in that precise moment. Happiness at being back home. Comfort in the familiar signs leading to the corn maze. The same goofy cutouts she and her siblings had stuck their faces in for the pictures their father had on his desk to that day. Butterflies and giddy delight in the birth of something new and delicious between her and Beau.

  “So what’s the process then? Do we just pick one?” He looked dubiously at the big, flat-bottomed wagon she grabbed.

  “They’re sold by the pound, so at the end we’ll come back and put them on those big scales over there.” She pointed. “As for one? Pah! I’m no amateur, Beau. I’ll get as many as it pleases me. I have a nice-sized porch so naturally I’ll need several for that. And whatever else that strikes my fancy. And my fancy is easily struck.”

  He just shook his head as he looked out over the wide fields beyond, full of pumpkins ready for the grabbing before he took the handle of the wagon. “I’ll pull. Point me the way.”

  It was early enough on a weekday that the patch wasn’t crowded at all, which didn’t stop a few people from nearly falling over themselves as they stared at Beau. It wasn’t even that they recognized him—at least not at first—but purely the fact that he was so beautiful.

  Because he tried to ignore it, she did, as well. And it wasn’t like she didn’t totally understand everyone who gawked at him. She felt like gawking at him too.

  “Is that weird for you?” Cora asked him as she began to think about just exactly what she wanted her porch to look like.

  “Is what weird?”

  “Being so handsome you literally make people halt in their tracks to stare at you.”

  His surprised laughter rang out and made her smile in response.

  Seeing the pumpkins for herself, she began to build a theme. She headed toward a group of tall, narrow ones. “Look at these bumps all over. I love that. Then I need squat ones. So they can group together.”

  He bumped her aside with a hip and loaded the ones she pointed out onto the wagon. “Getting recognized is nice usually. People are respectful. But sometimes it’s invasive, offensive, scary even.”

  “Oh, you mean like stalkers? Or people who don’t like the, uh, group you grew up in?” From everything she understood it was a cult. But it wasn’t relevant what she thought on that point. Not right then.

  “Both.” He shrugged. “The people who were either part of my former church or who were wronged or hate groups like Road to Glory pop up less than they used to. New outrages I guess. New self-appointed prophets all too eager to drain people dry and ruin lives.”

  “I’m sorry,” she said simply.

  “I got away. Mostly. As far as being a celebrity and getting recognized, that’s complicated. It’s nice that people care. That’s why they watch my shows and buy my books. I like that. But some people have messed-up filters. Or they forget I’m a real person.” He turned to face her. “And sometimes it encroaches on my personal time. I want to be all about you right now, so I would be aggravated. Which is why I generally avoid eye contact if I get that buzz that they might think of intruding.”

  Damn. “You make my stomach all floaty.”

  He smirked. “Is that good?”

  Cora nodded.

  “All right then. What’s next?” He indicated the area all around them.

  Cora considered following up but he clearly wanted to change the subject so she let him. She went to her toes, kissed him quickly and pointed. “Let’s head that way. I see some fat ones. I need fat ones.” Cora danced away, taking in deep gulps of the fresh air, happy with her life and the sight of one pumpkin with super deep grooves on it that she decided she had to have.

  Each time she would pause to really examine a pumpkin, and then later the gourds, he patiently waited for her to do whatever she pleased. He never glanced at his phone. Never looked bored. In fact, he began to point out his own pumpkins, even grabbing a few he said he wanted to put in the windows of the apartment he was staying at.

  He never complained about the weather, even after a light rain began to fall, or how heavy the wagon got once it was laden down with pumpkins. He didn’t bat an eye at how many she ended up buying and unloaded them all at her side, making her smile the whole time.

  “So, what did you think of going to the pumpkin patch?” she asked as they headed back toward Seattle. She held a big bag of kettle corn out for him to grab a handful.

  “I liked it. Food, a pretty girl and a huge bag of fresh vegetables to go with a thousand pumpkins make for a pretty enjoyable outing. Thanks for bringing me along.”

  “Probably less than a thousand. I’m all about new experiences,” she teased, undeniably pleased that he’d apparently enjoyed their day. “Next up is decoration. I pulled the Halloween boxes out of my crawl space and I’ve got a general idea and some notes.”

  “Notes? Crawl space? I feel like such a newbie to the Halloween decoration game.”

  “Remember I just told you about how I was all about new experiences? Anyway, you’ll be there making me food, which is like, way more important than stringing lights and helping me create the super spider lair.”

  “Super spider lair, huh? Okay, I’m game. I’ll make tacos while you get to super lair creating.”

  “Tacos? This day keeps getting better.”

  They listened to music all the way back up north to her place, where he then helped her carry all those pumpkins to her porch.

  “I’m on call for you if you need anything heavy moved or whatever. Just yell, okay?” he told her.

  “Thanks,” she said before he gave her a kiss and allowed her to watch him walk back into her house looking all hot and tasty.

  Once he’d gone, she began to set her porch to dark, spooky fun with spiders tucked all around. Some with glowing red eyes. A few with realistic-looking bristles on all eight legs. And at the end, she installed the ones on motion-detected triggers that would have them dropping from the ceiling or jumping across a trick-or-treater’s path.

  After that she strung all the lights and draped the fake spiderweb, giggling to herself as she thought abou
t all the scary fun she was creating.

  All while she peeked through her front window and watched him in her kitchen. He moved like magic. All to his own rhythm. He cooked like he was totally, utterly sure of himself.

  Sexy as fuck.

  And he wanted to spend time with her.

  If he’d been smooth about it, or calculated, she could have just let it be a fun fling. But he wanted to go to a gallery event. Not to buy art. Not to meet artists. He didn’t need her for that. No, it was about her.

  No one could have ever described to her just what it would feel like to have someone focus on her like that. Put all their attention, attraction and ability into her. It was by turns flattering, confusing and thrilling.

  He looked up from where he’d been sautéing something at the stove and met her gaze. A startled smile broke over his mouth and holy shit he was just stupid gorgeous.

  All points south of her eyes stood at attention.

  She smirked at him, letting him see that she was done with the spider lair and was coming inside.

  “Damn, you make me sassy,” she said once she’d put away her tools and the boxes were back in the crawl space.

  He leaned back, resting his butt on the counter behind him, crossing those fine legs as he looked her up and down. “That so? And how do I make you sassy? Seems to me, you were sassy when I got here.”

  Laughing, she swaggered over, pausing just a foot away. “That’s a fair point. You make me sassier. The way you look at me sometimes just revs me up. Makes me feel all sexy and goddess-like and stuff.”

  “You are sexy.” He all but growled it.

  She let out a shuddering breath.

  “Food and then.” He lifted one shoulder and sent her a smoldering leer.

  If he weren’t a chef who’d just spent all that time and effort cooking for her, she’d have jumped on him right then.

  “Oh, you mean after we carve the pumpkins?” she teased.

  He grabbed her, yanking her to him. “The idea of you with a knife is alarmingly arousing.”

  Cora would have laughed, but he bent to kiss her before she could, stealing her breath for a moment.

  By the time she managed to gather her wits, he’d broken away, again wearing that sexy smile of his.

  “Lunch is ready, my spider queen.”

  “I’ll set the table,” she told him after clearing her throat.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  In my kingdom I will rule

  as the ocean foams at my feet

  and the birds do my bidding.

  “OH MY GOD. How did you manage to make this taste so good?”

  Cora hoped she didn’t sound like she was having an orgasm while eating a shrimp taco, but she sort of was. “At first I thought it was the crema. Because the lime and avocado are so perfect together. But now I’m leaning toward the cabbage slaw type thing on top. The sweet hot tang of it is my favorite thing right at this moment.”

  “You’re irresistible when you love my food. And you haven’t even had the pork yet.”

  The pork had mangos and red onions and had her seriously considering licking the plate at the end. The most unexpectedly delicious was the veggie taco with roasted eggplant and mushrooms with a tomatillo salsa.

  She pushed back from the table with a happy sigh. “It’s not even one in the afternoon and I’ve had a great day.”

  “When do you need to be at the gallery?” he murmured, taking her plate so he could get closer.

  “Are you going to make my day even better?” Cora asked, turning so they were nose to nose.

  “Oh yes. Yes I am. I just need a timeline so I can plan accordingly.”

  “I really like the sound of that. I need to get down there by three. It’s a ten-minute walk from here so we’ve got some time. We can always carve pumpkins another day.”

  “I like your priorities,” he told her, pulling her to her feet.

  Three steps toward her room and she found herself pressed against the wall, the full length and hardness of him weighted, holding her in place.

  Desire had been simmering in her belly but now, as he licked over her earlobe, and then nibbled down her neck, it burned inferno hot.

  She hung on as he continued to feast on her throat, as his hands rucked up her sweater, spreading more heat against her belly where he brushed his fingertips.

  Why was she wearing pants? From now on, she needed to wear skirts when she was going to be alone with him. For easy access.

  She nearly laughed but that was before he pulled the sweater up and off, leaving her there in her bra, the cool surface of the wall a counter to the heat of him.

  All she wanted was him. On her. In her. All around her. That sort of focus was something she only usually had for art. But this? He filled her with so much naked greed it surprised her.

  She struggled momentarily with his button and zipper, but then, with a groan, she grabbed his cock. In both hands.

  He snarled, spinning them a few times until they burst through the half-open door of her bedroom, nearly taking them both to the floor as she tripped over several pairs of shoes she’d left out.

  Laughing, he heaved her up and then onto her bed. She managed to pull her jeans and panties off as he got his jeans and shirt off.

  She paused, hands at the hooks of her bra as she took him in. His eyes were glazed slightly, drunk on hormones and sex. His upper body was so much better than any of the pictures she’d seen in magazines or on television.

  She hadn’t been able to get a good look when they’d been together a few days prior; it had been rushed and they’d still been totally clothed. But he stood in her room, stealing the oxygen, pumping out fuck-me heat like a furnace.

  And that was before she’d really gotten a look at the line-and-dot elephant head across his upper chest. Later... Later she’d ask about all his ink, including the numbers and letters on his left side and the jellyfish on his thigh.

  After.

  For that moment, however, she tossed her bra to the side after surging to her knees. He didn’t need her to hold a hand out, instead, he looked her up and down with a light in his gaze and then moved, taking her to the mattress, his body against hers, skin to skin, hot.

  She hissed, writhing against him as sensation rushed through her system.

  * * *

  SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL.

  Beau looked at her on her knees, tits still jiggling just a little from her movement.

  Curves for miles.

  Not wanting to wait another second, he joined her on the bed, pulling her underneath him. Before he could kiss her again, she wrapped her legs around him, opening herself up to him so his cock brushed against the scalding heat of her pussy.

  “You’re so wet,” he mumbled, sliding his hands over all the skin he could reach.

  “Thank you for that,” she replied.

  He wanted to laugh and groan and snarl for more.

  So he bent to kiss her and let himself fall.

  Nothing tasted the way she did. Sweet and tart and totally Cora.

  She dug her nails into his shoulders, trying to hold him in place, but there was more of her he wanted to kiss. More of her he wanted to explore.

  Always more and never enough it seemed.

  He tasted the salt of her skin as he licked over the blade of her collarbone. Drew in the sweetness of her sigh and the shiver that followed.

  Kissed her over and over all the way down her body, over her ink, including a lovely bit of lace and gems just underneath her very fine breasts.

  After looking his fill, he licked over a nipple until she made a sound—breathy and needy—and then he blew until it stood hard and dark.

  He hummed his delight. Wandered over to her other nipple, repeating the lick and blow, and was rewarded with her nails digging into his biceps and
a snarled yes.

  At the hollow of her hip, he inspected the firefly in full color inked there. She yelped into a fit of giggles when he nipped it.

  She was ticklish as he rained kisses over the inside of her thighs.

  The laughter stopped as he spread her open and looked his fill.

  Yes. Utterly beautiful.

  She arched her back on a gasp when he took his first lick. And let himself drown in her. In giving her pleasure and taking his own.

  In his hands, she was fire. Lush and sensual. But at the same time there was an edge to her. A vibrant—and in places, dark—energy.

  There, between satiny thighs she was slick and totally open to him. There she was more addictive than he’d imagined she could be.

  Bone-deep craving seemed to slice through his senses, shredding his control.

  The muscles of her thighs trembled as her breath caught. Close. He knew she was close and though he wanted to feast on her for a lot longer, he had to satisfy himself with knowing he’d have another chance, hopefully more than one, to get back to where he was exactly at that moment.

  Making Cora Silvera come so hard she pounded the bed at her sides as she brokenly whispered his name.

  He had to rest his cheek against her belly, gasping for air the same way she was doing. Not because he was physically tired, though he liked to think his oral skills took some energy. She seemed to yank his emotions free with the way she not only touched his skin, but reached inside him with her reactions. With nothing more than being who she was.

  He’d been through a lot of traumatic crap in his life. A lot of highs too. He was generally easygoing with it all by that point. But the way he felt with her, around her, was just shy of overwhelming.

  So seductively good he just didn’t have the energy—or the will—to make up reasons to resist.

  Cora was an adventure he wanted to experience.

  Her smirk when he lifted his head enough to look up her body sent an arc of lust straight to his cock, so he jumped up to dig through his pants to grab a condom before returning to her.

  She grabbed the packet from between his teeth before he could bite down and tear it open. “That’s bad for your teeth,” she told him, ripping it by hand and giving it back.

 

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