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Sunday, December 30, 2012
The Temptation of a Kiss ~ Chapter 8
Chapter 8
He took a seat at her
kitchen table. The cottage he thought was larger inside than it had looked from
the outside. He admired the fire place in the adjoining room. Made of all river
rock. It spanned upwards two stories. The opening of the fire place itself was
at least six feet tall and just as wide across. A man’s fire place, he thought
to himself.
A crash pulled his
attention to where Brook was in the other room. “Brook!” He ran in there to
find her under a pile of books and luggage on the floor. Landon started
throwing the books off her to the side.
Her face emerged from
the pile. “I’m alright.”
He pulled her to her
feet. Landon saw her cheek begin to swell and a dot of blood was forming on her
lower lip. Landon took her by the hand and led her into the kitchen. Taking the
cloth in his hand, he wiped her lip gently.
Brook gazed up at him
seeing the concern in his eyes. “I’m positive it is not all that bad Landon.”
His eyes flew to meet
her. “You’re bleeding, Red and your cheek is starting to swell.”
She could not help but
smile at him. He was being so serious about it. “I don’t break that easily.”
Landon then smiled.
“Are you sure you never had brothers? Most women would be in tears and fainting
by now.”
“Well I am not most
women,” Brook said softly and then winked at him as she smiled.
He chuckled out loud.
“No you are not Red.”
The long journey to Quentin’s
country estate started out smooth until they came upon the first town. Grams
had decided it was time for her to stretch her legs out. Devon had commented it
was more likely she needed to seek out some sweets. She had only been talking
about it since they left the estate.
They traveled in groups
of three and just to mix things up Grams suggested they pair off into anything
but couples. Brook rode with Quentin. Landon rode with Sarah and Devon with
Grams. Devon agreed only for the simple reason he believed he was the only one
to possess a deaf ear to all her chitter chatter.
“The girls and I will
be walking about for a short spell. We will return soon.” Grams said as she
left with Brook and Sarah looped through each one of her arms.
Landon chuckled as he
watched Devon’s mouth drop open. “I’m sure they will not be gone long Devon.”
“Who is thirsty?”
Quentin asked as he walked towards the tavern across the street.
“A pint might hit the
spot about now,” Landon said and then followed Quentin. He caught up quickly to
him. “Did you see anyone lurking about?”
“No but that does not
mean I am comfortable with the women wondering around unaccompanied,” Quentin
answered.
“Once we get inside you
distract Devon and I will find the women. I don’t think we should be lingering
around. If someone comes through here and starts to ask questions, it won’t be
long before someone will be able to provide them with a direction to go in
after us,” Landon said.
Quentin pushed open the
door to the establishment. It smelled of old ale and sweat. “Wow,” Quentin said
as he got a whiff.
“What?” Landon asked.
“Oh bloody hell.” The stench hit him.
Devon pushed past both
of them and walked to the bar top.
“What can I do you for
Sir?” The short man behind the bar asked.
“Three ales,” Devon
said and place the money on the bar.
The short man jumped
down from what Devon assumed was a stool and disappeared under the bar. He
gazed over to Landon and Quentin who were laughing with no control.
They watched as three
pints one by one appeared on the bar top. Devon leaned over slightly. The man
looked up and smiled. “Can I be getting ya anything else Sir?”
Devon shook his head no
and reached down to hand him the shillings. He joined Landon and Quentin at a table
next to the window.
Landon took his ale and
drank it fast. As he got up Devon asked where he was going. “To find our little
women and get out of here.”
The first place he
stopped at was the bakery. He was positive the girls would be there. Peering
through the window he only saw a little boy with his face pressed against the
glass to the cookies.
He looked up and down
the street. “Where could they have gone?” Heading in the direction towards the
carriages he passed by a boutique shop and gazed in the window. Inside there
stood Brook in a pale purple gown. The color of it next to her red hair was
stunning on her.
Before he was noticed
he turned and leaned up against the face on the building next to the door. Five minutes is all you’re getting ladies.
Well five minutes turned into ten.
Landon was starring off across the road down a ways when he noticed three men
he knew from London. Two of them men had been mentioned by Quent as McMay’s
thugs. He quickly crossed the street a dipped into an ally. Creeping silently
down towards the men he came up behind them.
“I have to say
gentlemen, you three are the ugliest mutts I’ve run across in a long time,”
Landon said with a chuckle. He ducked as one of the men’s arms swung over his
head.
Landon turned to land a
punch in the tall round man’s ribs. His body fell into the man behind him.
Landon then moved the opposite direction and made contact with the man’s face
who took a swing at him moments earlier.
As he swung around
swiftly, kicking both men behind him hard across the chest and one in the chin.
Landon was seized from behind and then quickly released. He turned to see Quent
standing over the man on the ground.
“Always in the right
place at the right time aren’t you,” Landon asked.
Quentin smiled and
said, “Lucky for you I seem to be. Let’s get these guys in the end of the ally. Grab his
legs.”
Landon and Quentin had
just finished removing any evidence of a struggle when Devon and the girls
approached the carriage next to the ally.
He helped Grams into
one of the carriages. “I do hope you left some clothes for the locals to
purchase.”
Grams giggled. “I did
not acquire anything for myself, if you must know.”
Landon smiled at her
sweetly. “No I don’t, but that won’t stop you from telling me will it my
lovely.” He heard Devon laugh as he entered in from the other side. He gave
Devon a quick wink and said, “She is all yours Lord Price.”
Devon chuckled and
shook his head. Grams began to comment when Landon shut the door on her.
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Thursday, December 27, 2012
Romantic Story
His Fingertips Trailed Down My...
The warmth of his breath is hotter then the night's summer air around me. He here standing behind me, waiting for my response. What am I to say to such an offer? A lady would never reply yes, but a lady was not what he wanted. Within me she is here somewhere. The woman who can be seductive, playful, and teasing, all while remaining in control of the passion growing inside for him that had been long lost. To not let him see this side is part of the game. But how am I to shield him from seeing it in my eyes?
Remain standing with your back to him. He is but inches away. I hear nothing other than his long breaths waiting on me. What am I to do? I feel the soft spray of it drifting down over my neck. Closing my eyes I smell the strong scent of his essence all around me hanging in the air. I want to bury myself within it, within his arms, but I mustn't. He wants nothing more then just this night. I cannot possible do this.
"Do you?" he whispers.
I have forgotten the question. "Do I what?" She replies with a playful tone as she turns her head slightly over her right shoulder.
"Do you want to know how I would seduce you? There is no harm in telling you. If then afterwards you desire me to show you, I may be persuaded to do so," He said in a low tone that was teasingly pushing against her bare neck. He watches her soft ringlets of hair move with his every breath onto her skin.
Does she have any idea what her smile does to a man? Those lips. The way those long lashes of hers tantalize thoughts of the impurest kind. The visual image she provides while she walks about a room is...is nothing more than torturous. Hips slowly swaying. Delicate movements of her shoulders as she stands before me laughing.
His finger moves up towards the back of her neck. She takes in a deep breath and he stops realizing she is not his to take. She is untouchable. Promised to another years before they had even met. He had nearly ruined her once and yet there was no one around to stop him from attempting it again. A foolish boys actions caused him to be banished. After all these years away she is the one thing he held to. The only desire he has never let go of. She and she alone is the sole reason for his return.
"I think I must take my leave now." Her voice was barley a whisper in the dim lite room. She squeezed her eyes closed and prayed he would not persuade her otherwise and yet wished he would do nothing but take her.
"You think? To me that sounds unsure."
She hears only a hushed murmur of sound coming from him and then what followed was nothing more than the withhold of a forbidden touch as his fingertips trailed down her neck.
The softness of his touch forces my body to acknowledge his absence as I lean into it. An unwilling motion to stop it renders me helpless underneath his spell. Strong firm fingertips caress my exposed skin tantalizing every sense within me. Slowly and teasingly, he draws out of me what has for so long laid dormant.
Awakening is the woman I've never known. This stranger wants nothing more then to allow his desires to over take me. An unfamiliar feeling of freedom arises with a single stroke of his fingertip. A deep seeded addiction to the way his skin feels on mine is consuming my every thought. This erotic creature inside me is clawing her way out hidden in the depth of what I tried to deny.
Lust, passion, and seduction plagues me with promises of fulfillment. As his fingertips trail down the back of my neck his wicked tongue lingers after it. Hot moist breath skims over past his lips to meet my bare neck acting as a hypnotic mist steadying my trembling body.
I need salvation from this. I want release from his wicked graze across my naked skin. He draws out of me a panting that is tainted with sinful thoughts.
His mouth taunts my flesh. His hands rip at my resistance. In a moment of surrender my clothing finds it's way to the floor. Puddled around my bare feet lay the only wall of safety I held. The woman who I thought to be so strange within me is now here. A heightened sense of passion is all I feel in this moment as the unwillingness to want him gives way to the buried desire for him, for his touch.
To Be Continued
Sunday, December 23, 2012
The Temptation of a Kiss ~ Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Brook poured a cup of
tea. Her stomach still felt queasy. She had managed to bathe and dress for the
morning. Any other plans she had had for the day was not an option right now
and maybe even for tomorrow.
Sipping the warm tea felt
soothing to her throat. The fresh morning air felt even better on her skin. A
light breeze blew through the trees above her head. A butterfly fluttered in
the wind.
It must be nice to be free to float where you like. No worries or
thoughts other than to make it to the next flower. If I were a butterfly I may
like to be blue. The color of the sky and the ocean on my wings.
“There you are my little girl,”
Brook’s father John said. He kissed her softly on her forehead. “I was
beginning to worry about you. I had stopped by the Price estate and Richards
said you had left early in the morning.”
“I was not feeling well
Papa. But I am better now,” Brook said.
“Lady Sarah and Lady
Wilsbee paid a visit a short time ago. I told em you would be by when you felt
up for it soon. They send their regards and hope for a speedy recovery.”
Brook smiled. “I will
send word later to them.”
“Lady Wilsbee mentioned
a trip to the country with her and Lady Sarah,” he said.
Brook looked away from
him. “Oh yes. I am going to turn the invitation down. I do not feel comfortable
being away from you for so long Papa. After all who will cook and tend to you
while I am away.”
He removed his cap and
scratched his head. “Well the thing of it is…I told Lady Wilsbee that you would
accept. You see I have to go out of town and will be gone for a month or so.”
Brook gazed up at him
and her mouth fell open slightly. “I see,” she said slowly.
“I would feel better if
you were not alone in the woods. I asked her and Devon if they would not mind
you stay with them.”
“Papa! I am a grown
woman and am perfectly able to care for myself,” Brook said.
“Well being that as it
may, you are still my girl and I need to do right for ya,” he said. “I will not
be able to do me job if I’m worrying about you. Lord Price has given me the job
of me dreams Brook and I must do me best at it. He depends on me to keep his
estates in order.”
He let out a long sigh.
“I’ll make ya a deal. You can stay here as long as someone can check on ya
every night after your trip.”
Brook smiled up at him.
“I can live with that. Thank you Papa.”
John gave her a kiss
again on the head. “I am heading out now. I will try to write you soon. Devon
knows where I’ll be if you need me. I left money for you in the jar.”
Brook gazed up at him.
“Be safe Papa. I love you.”
“Ya are me heart little
girl,” John said and then left.
Landon rode home slowly.
He pondered last night’s events further in his mind. And scolded himself for it
as he did. More than anything he thought about what Grams had said to him. He
knew she was right.
Upon arriving home
Quentin was waiting outside his front door on the stoop.
Landon pushed open the
gate. Quentin stood up to meet him at the path.
“To what do I owe this
pleasure that is not so pleasurable old friend?” Landon said jokingly.
“I have word on McMay,”
Quentin said.
Landon’s expression
changed. He led him inside and to his study.
“He has employed quite
a few men Landon,” Quentin said.
“How few are we
talking?” Landon asked.
“Few as in a small
army. Some of the meanest men on the streets Landon. Hugh Dulling, Belford
Short, Neal Maitland. The list goes on and on,” Quentin said.
Landon walked over to
the window. “Any word on their plans?”
“No. That was all my
brother had heard last night.”
Landon looked back at
Quentin. “This stays between you and me Quent. Devon is already a mess as it
is. I’m not even sure he could handle this news.”
“We should leave for my
estate as soon as possible. How fast can we ready the women?” Quentin asked.
Landon rolled his eyes.
“They’re women, not fast enough. I’m going to ride back out to Devon’s and talk
with Richards.”
Quentin stood from his
chair. “I will meet you there in about an hour.”
After packing Landon
rode back out to the Price estate. He came to the conclusion there may be no
way around not telling Devon of McMay’s new army.
Landon soon found
Richards in the back of the house in the gardens.
“Richards we will need
to leave for Quentin’s today,” Landon said.
“Why the sudden rush
Sir?”
“McMay is planning
something big with a large group of very bad men.” Landon sighed. “Let me put
it this way. The condition we found Sarah in that night will be nothing
compared to what these men would do to the girls if they had the chance.”
Richards’s eyes grew
big. “Alright then I will start getting everyone ready.” He started to walk
away.
Landon placed his hand
on Richards’s arm. “One more thing. Is there any way we can do this without
telling Devon. I just don’t think he can handle this. Something is going on
with him lately and I’m concerned about him.”
Richards paused for a
moment. “Yes I know just what to do. Leave it to me Sir.”
Devon came in the front
door to see bags lining the wall and stairs. He went hunting for Richards.
“What is going on with
all the bags?” Devon asked.
Richards stood up
straight. He hated he had to do this. “I found Lady Sarah packing her bags
earlier and she had thought we were leaving today. I did not want to upset her
so I just figured we could leave today instead of later this week. My only fear
is Sir, she will not remember doing so,” Richards said.
Devon nodded. “I will
announce to the ladies I have decided to leave sooner.”
Richards smiled.
“Smart. I do not see them having a problem with it. Do you?”
“No. They should be
fine with it,” Devon said.
Landon sat in Devon’s
study and waited for him. He wasn’t waiting long. Devon walked over to his desk
and pulled out a notebook and jotted a quick note in it.
“I received word we had
a change of plans,” Landon said from the study window.
Devon jumped nearly out
of his boots. “Good God Landon!”
“I’m sorry Devon. I
thought you had seen me.”
Devon ran his hands
through his hair. “No I didn’t.”
Landon leaned forward
off the windowsill and walked over to Devon’s desk. “What is going on with you
Devon? You are not yourself lately.”
Devon shook his head.
He wanted to tell Landon what was going on with Sarah’s memory but he had promised
her he would keep it quiet for now. “I will not be settled until McMay is
dead.”
Landon stared at Devon.
“No, it is something else entirely Devon. I know you too well my friend.” He
watched Devon gaze down at the surface of his desk. “Is there anything at all I
can do to help?”
Devon did not answer
right away and Landon waited patiently. Finally Devon looked back up at him and
said, “I wish there were Landon.”
Grams and Sarah came in
through Devon’s study door. “My boy you have surprised us.”
Landon saw Devon smile.
He wondered what Richards had said to Devon about having to leave sooner.
Sarah stood behind
Grams and appeared to look somewhat shy.
“Yes well I thought you
might be pleased,” Devon said. “Sarah, are ready to go?”
Landon watched Sarah
shake her head and smile with an odd expression. Almost as if she did not know
him that well. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Devon’s hand tense into a
fist. Landon was now really beginning to worry about Devon.
“Well someone will have
to fetch Brook,” Grams announced.
“I will since you
twisted my arm Grams,” Landon said as if bothered.
Grams giggled. “I did
not twist as much as a hair on your head boy. Off with you. Go and fetch our
beautiful Brook.”
“Oh Brook is coming also,”
Sarah said with excitement.
“Well of course she is
my dear. She is not feeling that ill,” Grams said.
~
Landon arrived at
Brook’s cottage. He knocked on the door lightly. No one answered. He knocked a
little louder with no results. Landon followed the path to the backyard. There
he found Brook asleep in a hammock.
He leaned down and
whispered, “Brook wake up.” She did not move. “Red, wake up.”
Brook heard Landon’s
voice and answered him. “I’m tired.”
Landon stood over her
and smiled. He blew gently on her neck. “Red I want you to come with me.”
“No I want to stay here with you,” she said.
A devilish smiled
crossed over Landon’s face. “What shall we do here Red?” He saw Brook smile.
Landon ran the tip of
his finger over Brook’s lips. She quickly licked them removing the tickle from
his finger. He did it again and as he did she parted her lips. Landon pulled
his hand back.
Brook’s eyes fluttered
open. “What are you doing here?”
“Nice to see you too
Red. I was sent by Grams to tell you we are leaving today for the country. I am
to escort you back to the Price estate.”
Brook sat up. “Today?
Now? Why?”
Landon said in a low
loud tone, “Because we men say so woman.” He then smiled at her.
Brook smiled back and
shook her head at him. “It will take me a few minutes if you don’t mind
waiting.”
Landon bowed before
her. “I am at your service.”
Brook looped her arm
through his and said, “Good then you can help me.”
Landon chuckled. “I do
not pack ladies things. I will carry them for you though.”
“Ah I see Lord Fields.
Fair enough then come inside,” she said.
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