Healing Fears (Smokey Mountain Book 3)
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Epilogue
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Healing Fears
The Smokey Mountain Series Book Three
Stella Moore
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Paul didn’t even bother sighing. He’d known she was a stubborn little thing, so it really wasn’t a surprise that she was fighting him on this. But he wasn’t the pushover her parents were, and he’d learned a thing or two about dealing with stubborn women over the past few years. “That’s up to you. But if I find out that you haven’t signed up for classes, you’ll find yourself right back here. And I won’t be so lenient then.”
She whipped her head around and narrowed her beautiful brown eyes at him. “You call this lenient? My ass is on fire!”
“Trust me, this will feel like a few love pats if you directly defy me. I’m not playing with your future, Elisa. You will do as you’re told. Understood?”
“Why do you care?”
Smiling, he brushed the hair away from her face. “Because I love you. Didn’t you hear me the first time?”
He loved the way her cheeks, gold from all the time she spent in the sun, turned pink with embarrassment. “I heard you.”
“You just didn’t believe me, huh? Guess I’ll have to show you again.” He lifted her so she could straddle him, then laid back against the grass. Gripping her hips, he helped her lower herself onto him. The feeling of her wet heat wrapping around him again nearly unmanned him.
He watched as she moved her hips experimentally, delighted by the pleasure flickering over her face. She was his, finally. His beautiful girl, with that compact, athletic body and acres of blond hair. He’d had other women before, but none had ever come close to her.
Slipping a hand between them, he rubbed his thumb over her swollen clit, smiling when she gasped and looked down at him with shocked pleasure in her eyes. “I am completely, hopelessly in love with you, Elisa. And I will spend the rest of my life making sure you know it. Like this,” he pressed harder on her clit, making her moan and move her hips faster on him, “and this,” he reached his left hand behind her and squeezed her bottom again. She came like thunder, shuddering and crying out as she clamped around him. When she went boneless on top of him, he flipped her over and drove into her.
“You are mine, Elisa. From this point on. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she gasped, arching beneath him.
The orgasm tore through him, more intense than anything he’d felt with anyone else before her. Rolling off of her, he gathered her close again, with one word racing through his mind over and over: Mine.
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Chapter 1
Elisa Hawthorne met the love of her life when she was eight years old. She was riding her bike with her best friend in the whole wide world, Penelope Frost. Except nobody called her that, they all called her Penny. Elisa thought it was funny because Penny’s hair looked kind of like an old penny that had been lying in the street too long. It was mostly brown, but it had some of that funny red color in it, too. She and Penny did everything together because they were best friends and they promised they’d always be best friends, even when they were old and their hair was gray like mama Hawthorne’s.
Their parents were excited because someone new was moving into the neighborhood. Elisa and Penny hoped they’d bring another girl their age because then they could have another best friend. They’d been riding up and down the street for hours, hoping to see the new family, and they were both getting tired. It was hot as hell outside, except Elisa wasn’t supposed to say hell or her mama would get mad.
Finally, just before lunch time, the new family showed up. She and Penny hid behind some bushes in the yard next door and watched as they all climbed out of a big black car. A man and a woman got out first, then another woman got out of the back of the car, holding a little kid. Elisa and Penny made a face at each other, then turned back to see if anyone else was in the car.
The last person to get out was a boy. He looked older than them, like Penny’s brother, Michael. He had blonde hair that was kind of shaggy and fell over his eyes until h
e shook it back. Elisa felt her heart start to go really fast, like when she ran as hard as she could run for a really long time.
“Oh, he’s cute,” Penny whispered with a giggle, and Elisa rolled her eyes. Penny was a little boy crazy, and it made Elisa just plain crazy. Michael said they were too young for boys, but that didn’t stop Penny from holding hands with Luke Maynard on the playground every day. Elisa never really got why her friend talked about them so much, until right this minute.
“I guess he is,” Elisa whispered back. She didn’t know why, but she didn’t want to tell Penny she thought he was cute. Maybe because if she did, Penny would want to talk about it all the time, like she talked about Luke Maynard. And Elisa thought that maybe, for now, it could be her own little secret.
“What are you two doing?”
They jumped at the familiar voice and spun around to see Michael glaring at them. Michael was mostly okay, but sometimes he acted like he was so much older than them, but he was only eleven and even Elisa knew that was only three years older than her.
“None of your business, Michael!” Penny yelled, sticking her tongue out at her brother.
“Why are you spying on the neighbors?” Michael narrowed his eyes at them and put his hands on his hips like Elisa had seen Mr. Frost do a million times before.
“Hello?” They all turned as one at the new voice, and Elisa felt her heart thump, thump, thump in her chest again when she saw the new neighbor boy standing on the sidewalk. She stood a little straighter, hoping to seem a little taller even though she knew she was the shortest person in the whole third grade.
“Hey. Sorry, my little sister and her friend were spying on you. I was just about to take them home.”
Elisa turned and glared and him. “You were not, Michael Frost! You can’t tell us what to do!”
The new boy laughed, and Elisa turned her glare on him. “What’s so funny?”
He held his hands up and shook his head. “Nothing at all. I’m Paul, by the way. Paul Davenport.”
Michael stepped forward and held his hand out. “Michael, but you can call me Mike. This is my sister Penny, and her super annoying friend, Elisa.”
Elisa opened her mouth to yell at him again, but Paul spoke before she had a chance. “Nice to meet you all. I’ve have to go, but I guess I’ll see you around.”
He turned and jogged across the lawn to the front steps. Elisa stuck her tongue out at Michael before riding away, wishing she’d said something really grown up sounding before Paul had left.
“I’m so bored,” Elisa flopped backwards on Penny’s bed with a dramatic sigh.
“Want to play dolls?” Penny flopped on the bed next to her.
“I’m tired of dolls. Let’s do something outside.”
Penny sat up and gave Elisa that look she always had when she was about to do something they weren’t supposed to do. “Mike is at a birthday party.”
Elisa rolled her eyes. “Like I care what stupid Michael is doing.”
“Then I guess I shouldn’t tell you whose party it is,” Penny said, sticking her nose up in the air.
Curiosity finally got the better of her. “Whose party is it?” Elisa asked.
“Paul’s.”
“Really?” Elisa shot up in bed, then remembered she was supposed to be pretending she didn’t like Paul. “I mean. That’s cool, I guess.”
Now it was Penny who rolled her eyes. “You have such a crush on him, Elisa. Just admit it.”
“I do not! Boys are gross!”
“Then prove it.” Penny had that look in her eye again, but Elisa didn’t care. She had to think of something to prove she didn’t like stupid, cute, sweet Paul from down the street.
“Fine. Let’s go.” She hopped off the bed and ran for the door.
“Where are we going?” Penny asked, racing after her.
“To a birthday party.”
After what seemed like forever, they were ready. Elisa and Penny had managed to get a bunch of their friends to come over and help them with their prank.
“Are you sure we should be doing this?” Shelley Franks whispered as they all crouched behind a bush by Paul’s backyard.
“Of course not. That’s why it’s fun,” Penny said. “Now hush and wait for the signal.”
Elisa peeked through the bushes, happy to see that Paul’s family hadn’t put up a fence. “They’re bringing the cake out now,” she whispered. “One… two… three… go!”
At her signal, a dozen girls sprang from the bushes screaming at the tops of their lungs as they raced toward the party. Without bothering to aim, they pumped water from the squirt guns they’d confiscated from the rooms of their various brothers. But Elisa had decided to take things a step further, and they’d all dropped pink dye from an old Easter egg coloring kit she’d found into the guns. Within minutes, every boy at the party was covered in splashes of pink.
Elisa stopped for a moment to admire her handiwork. Boys, dripping in pink water, chased the screaming girls around the backyard as the girls continued their attack. Paul’s parents stood off to the side, looking as shocked as her daddy had been at his surprise birthday party last year.
And there, in the middle of it all, was Paul Davenport, bent over and laughing hysterically. Planting her feet wide apart, Elisa lifted the ginormous water gun she’d stolen from Michael’s room, took aim, and hit him square in the face. Paul stopped laughing and looked straight at her. For a moment, she wondered if he’d be mad, but he just blinked and grinned his big movie star smile.
Elisa grinned back, then turned and ran away, screaming “Retreat!” as she led her friends to the safety of her own backyard.
“Man, I’m sorry my little sister and her stupid friend ruined your party.”
Paul grinned at his friend, who was currently soaked in rose colored water and scowling. “It’s okay, dude. Party was kind of boring anyway.”
Michael shook his head and moodily swiped at the water dripping into his eyes. “They’re little brats. We’ll get them back.”
Paul just hummed in pretend agreement. He’d talk Michael off the ledge later, once his friend had some time to chill out. The prank had been hilarious and pretty brilliant for a group of nine-year-old girls. It was too bad the mastermind wasn’t a few years older. He mostly avoided girls, but he thought he might like to get to know her better.
Yeah. It was too bad she was just a kid.
Chapter 2
By the time she hit middle school, Elisa was just so over school. It was boring, except for PE which she liked because she could run faster than all the other girls and most of the boys. Except stupid Luke Maynard, who she really wanted to beat because he’d broken Penny’s heart already and it wasn’t even October yet. But all her other classes were stupid and boring, and she didn’t understand why she even had to go to school in the first place.
“Because you want to grow up and get a good job,” was her father’s response when she said as much to him.
“I don’t care if I get a good job,” she replied moodily, flopping back against the dining room chair she’d been confined to until she finished her homework.
“You will when you’re older. Now stop arguing and finish your work.” Apparently satisfied that his fatherly duties were done for the day, he retreated to his office. Which wasn’t a surprise for Elisa, since that’s where he spent all his time anyway.
Adults always said they had to work hard so they could take care of their families. But Elisa didn’t see the point if you never even got to see your family. Hot tears filled her eyes, and since she was alone, she didn’t bother to wipe them away like she usually did.
“Are you crying?”
Elisa whipped around in her chair, gawking at the intruder. “What the hell are you doing here?” She knew her mom was at work, so it was okay if she said bad words.
Paul frowned at her. “You shouldn’t swear.” He walked over and dropped his bag by her chair and crouched next to her. “Your parents asked if I c
ould come over in the afternoons and help with your homework. Why are you crying?”
“I’m not crying. You’re crying,” she mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. The action reminded her, yet again, that she hadn’t grown boobs yet. Penny’s had popped up like magic over the summer, and all the boys were losing their minds over them. It usually didn’t bother Elisa, but now she wished she had at least something there to make her look a little older so maybe Paul would think she was pretty. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t seem to shake the stupid crush she had on him.
“Nice try. Talk to me, little bird.”
“I’m not a bird,” she protested, though she secretly loved the nickname he’d given her years ago. He’d told her she was like a little hummingbird, always moving fast from here to there and never being still even when she was staying in one place. The nickname made her feel special, even though she knew he didn’t like her that way.
“Sure you are. Why are you crying?” His voice was gentle and soothing, and she found herself wanting to tell him everything. Which was weird, because she never told anyone everything, not even Penny.
“I just don’t want to do my homework. School is stupid and boring.” It was at least part of the truth.
“Okay. What else?”
“My parents hate me!” she blurted out, horrified by the tears that rushed down her cheeks.
“Oh, little bird. No they don’t.”
He didn’t yell or roll his eyes or make her feel stupid for crying. She almost wished he wasn’t so perfect, then maybe she wouldn’t like him so much. “Then why don’t they spend more time with me? They’re always working, and nobody actually likes working, so they must like me even less than work.”