Beyond Temptation
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Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
Views:
10,494
Reviews:
151
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Eleven
CHAPTER ELEVEN
She did.
Avery woke three times in the night filled with hallow longing. She thought of Malec as she tossed and turned in the twilight between dreaming and waking. Images of a dark highwayman haunted. When she woke to weak, watery morning light, she felt less rested than if she had not slept.
It required effort to lever her butt out of bed. She gathered her things and attempted to creep passed Brom’s door. It opened. His big body filled the frame. “Avery, I worried about you.”
It seemed like good cop, bad cop. To good cop, she replied, “I’m fine. “On my way to shower, then Rupert’s.”
Brom studied her with his intense regard. “I fear for you with this blighter. He’s a stranger.”
She almost laughed. “So are you.”
“You’re safe with me,” he replied. “There’s the difference.” He flashed that jaunty smile and it tempted her to invite him along for the day. “What’s more,” he added, “I know my intentions.”
She decided not to ask him along. She wanted a shower and a break from male scrutiny. “Excuse me, Brom. We’ll talk later.”
#
Avery had her shower, then bundled up and set out walk to Rupert’s in the harsh cold. Having lived in Florida her entire life it proved too harsh for her, even wrapped up like an Eskimo in new garments.
That very American vehicle pulled alongside her as she walked, hunched in the cutting wind. Avery pretended not to notice and kept plodding along.
She heard the power window lower. The tires churned the slushy road even at so slow a speed. “Avery, let me give you a ride.”
A strong gust of air laden with freezing rain struck her head-on and she caved. She slipped a little as she stepped off the curb. Avery saw Brom put the SUV in neutral, set the break and hop out to come meet her. He took her backpack and little laptop case. Very solicitously, he walked her to the vehicle and handed her in. He’d turned up the heat in anticipation, she noted, certain of her conclusion. He had known he’d get his way. As he closed her door and rounded to the driver’s side, she made a face, mumbling under her breath, “Pirate.”
Brom put her things in the back on his side, then climbed behind the wheel. As he closed the door, he said, “Not precisely the best day for a walk.”
She watched his hands as he released the break, and put the vehicle in gear. “I’m too cheap to call a cab,” she replied. “If this little town even has them.”
He waited for a sedan to pass before he pulled back onto the road. “There’s one. Some old guy, looks like he was born in nineteen ten, driving a car almost that old, calls himself Crossing’s Carry Service.”
Avery didn’t want to smile at his humor, but she did. “That’s old.”
“Why didn’t you take your rental?” He pushed in the clutch and downshifted as he negotiated a roundabout.
“It smells funny.” She hated these things and gave thanks he had to navigate the circular traffic flow instead of her.
In front of Rupert’s, Avery leaped out and almost fell on the slick lawn. Catching herself with the door handle, she pulled upright. It occurred she would have to walk around and get her things.
Brom appeared at her side with the bags. “Let me walk you to the door, darlin’.”
He managed to escort and ferry her stuff to the front door. Avery knocked, swiping sleet off her coat. A very clever blow-off formed in her brain.
The door opened. Rupert gave Brom the once-over. “My faith has renewed itself. Avery, it thrills me welcome your friend.”
She felt her shoulders sag. “Brom Ramsey, meet Rupert Sweeney. Brom’s leaving.”
Rupert rebutted, “That’s a terrible shame.”
Brom’s melodic burr made his words all the more charming. “Mr. Sweeney, your invitation would tempt me to stay.”
Her eyes rolled irretrievably back into her skull. She would continue her life blind.
Rupert laughed. “Invitation extended.”
#
By after lunch, Brom and Rupert had established a disgusting repartee. They joked and laughed like old chums. As their host read aloud an historical recording about Prayer Park, Brom frowned.
“Seems every fellow occupying that manse has a secret.”
She tensed. “I think your line of work causes you to leap to suspicion.” She sipped tepid tea and wondered what occurred there.
Rupert replied, “I agree with your hottie.”
Brom chuckled.
Our host continued, “These documents shed suspicion I never saw before.”
She shifted in her chair. This sucked. Brom’s and Rupert’s gazes centered on her. “Done for the day, boys.”
#
Malec finished feeding from Sophia and Kara. They rebelled in sighing female form when he refused again to fuck them. He did not like walking around unfulfilled. However, he found he did not wish to merely substitute available and willing with his elusive goal. They curled around each other in his bed and he even chose to break that up and send them home.
After he dismissed them, Malec stood on his balcony sensing a human male around his woman. Again, he leapt over to the slick ground.
The cold did not affect him. Malec ran barefoot to the inn and vaulted up to her window. It opened without a lock in place. He entered, walked to her bed. Avery slept in an oversized sleepshirt and modest panties.
It excited him to taste her legs and feet, learning the structure of her bone and flesh with his mouth. He kept her asleep but responsive. Let her awake feeling as frustrated as he.
#
Avery woke horny as hell. She thought of Brom and Malec. Her hands went to her epicenter of sex and she gave herself a climax. Better that than giving in too quickly to what each stirred in her.
When she opened her door, a large manila envelope with a note on the outside, and two other, smaller ones lay upon the floor. Her heart seemed to drop, then shoot up like an elevator into her throat. In the back of her mind, not having the medical records gave her a stop. Something legitimate to hide behind in this mess. Now she had them. Bending, she gathered all three and stepped back inside the room.
She opened Malec’s first. A personal letter on top of the medical papers made her hands shake as she read.
Ma fetishe,
Here is your assurance of safety as promised.
Please spend tonight at my home. Staff has prepared a suite at my behest. I will send a car for you, and will see you returned tomorrow.
I spent last night with no other and wish very much to have you as my guest.
MdB
She read though the other papers, seeing the many tests with negative results. Medical journals would love to print these.
Brom’s packet held a list of past injuries as well as a long reporting of clean health. She read the wound dossier in awe. In all, two stab wounds, fifteen lacerations, fifty-four shrapnel hits, one small third degree burn, ten gun shot wounds and eight broken bones. Together, two hundred and one stitches.
“Holy crap,” she breathed, amazed. How could a body withstand so much?
Avery wondered what he looked like naked, his dark skin showing the map of his dangerous path in life. Aroused again, she put aside their information. She knew what hers contained, so she just read the note.
Miss Fitz Gerald,
This and the others arrived yesterday. Carl didn’t find them until late. Sorry for any inconvenience.
Mrs. Mims
Avery blew out a long breath and considered what to do.
She did.
Avery woke three times in the night filled with hallow longing. She thought of Malec as she tossed and turned in the twilight between dreaming and waking. Images of a dark highwayman haunted. When she woke to weak, watery morning light, she felt less rested than if she had not slept.
It required effort to lever her butt out of bed. She gathered her things and attempted to creep passed Brom’s door. It opened. His big body filled the frame. “Avery, I worried about you.”
It seemed like good cop, bad cop. To good cop, she replied, “I’m fine. “On my way to shower, then Rupert’s.”
Brom studied her with his intense regard. “I fear for you with this blighter. He’s a stranger.”
She almost laughed. “So are you.”
“You’re safe with me,” he replied. “There’s the difference.” He flashed that jaunty smile and it tempted her to invite him along for the day. “What’s more,” he added, “I know my intentions.”
She decided not to ask him along. She wanted a shower and a break from male scrutiny. “Excuse me, Brom. We’ll talk later.”
#
Avery had her shower, then bundled up and set out walk to Rupert’s in the harsh cold. Having lived in Florida her entire life it proved too harsh for her, even wrapped up like an Eskimo in new garments.
That very American vehicle pulled alongside her as she walked, hunched in the cutting wind. Avery pretended not to notice and kept plodding along.
She heard the power window lower. The tires churned the slushy road even at so slow a speed. “Avery, let me give you a ride.”
A strong gust of air laden with freezing rain struck her head-on and she caved. She slipped a little as she stepped off the curb. Avery saw Brom put the SUV in neutral, set the break and hop out to come meet her. He took her backpack and little laptop case. Very solicitously, he walked her to the vehicle and handed her in. He’d turned up the heat in anticipation, she noted, certain of her conclusion. He had known he’d get his way. As he closed her door and rounded to the driver’s side, she made a face, mumbling under her breath, “Pirate.”
Brom put her things in the back on his side, then climbed behind the wheel. As he closed the door, he said, “Not precisely the best day for a walk.”
She watched his hands as he released the break, and put the vehicle in gear. “I’m too cheap to call a cab,” she replied. “If this little town even has them.”
He waited for a sedan to pass before he pulled back onto the road. “There’s one. Some old guy, looks like he was born in nineteen ten, driving a car almost that old, calls himself Crossing’s Carry Service.”
Avery didn’t want to smile at his humor, but she did. “That’s old.”
“Why didn’t you take your rental?” He pushed in the clutch and downshifted as he negotiated a roundabout.
“It smells funny.” She hated these things and gave thanks he had to navigate the circular traffic flow instead of her.
In front of Rupert’s, Avery leaped out and almost fell on the slick lawn. Catching herself with the door handle, she pulled upright. It occurred she would have to walk around and get her things.
Brom appeared at her side with the bags. “Let me walk you to the door, darlin’.”
He managed to escort and ferry her stuff to the front door. Avery knocked, swiping sleet off her coat. A very clever blow-off formed in her brain.
The door opened. Rupert gave Brom the once-over. “My faith has renewed itself. Avery, it thrills me welcome your friend.”
She felt her shoulders sag. “Brom Ramsey, meet Rupert Sweeney. Brom’s leaving.”
Rupert rebutted, “That’s a terrible shame.”
Brom’s melodic burr made his words all the more charming. “Mr. Sweeney, your invitation would tempt me to stay.”
Her eyes rolled irretrievably back into her skull. She would continue her life blind.
Rupert laughed. “Invitation extended.”
#
By after lunch, Brom and Rupert had established a disgusting repartee. They joked and laughed like old chums. As their host read aloud an historical recording about Prayer Park, Brom frowned.
“Seems every fellow occupying that manse has a secret.”
She tensed. “I think your line of work causes you to leap to suspicion.” She sipped tepid tea and wondered what occurred there.
Rupert replied, “I agree with your hottie.”
Brom chuckled.
Our host continued, “These documents shed suspicion I never saw before.”
She shifted in her chair. This sucked. Brom’s and Rupert’s gazes centered on her. “Done for the day, boys.”
#
Malec finished feeding from Sophia and Kara. They rebelled in sighing female form when he refused again to fuck them. He did not like walking around unfulfilled. However, he found he did not wish to merely substitute available and willing with his elusive goal. They curled around each other in his bed and he even chose to break that up and send them home.
After he dismissed them, Malec stood on his balcony sensing a human male around his woman. Again, he leapt over to the slick ground.
The cold did not affect him. Malec ran barefoot to the inn and vaulted up to her window. It opened without a lock in place. He entered, walked to her bed. Avery slept in an oversized sleepshirt and modest panties.
It excited him to taste her legs and feet, learning the structure of her bone and flesh with his mouth. He kept her asleep but responsive. Let her awake feeling as frustrated as he.
#
Avery woke horny as hell. She thought of Brom and Malec. Her hands went to her epicenter of sex and she gave herself a climax. Better that than giving in too quickly to what each stirred in her.
When she opened her door, a large manila envelope with a note on the outside, and two other, smaller ones lay upon the floor. Her heart seemed to drop, then shoot up like an elevator into her throat. In the back of her mind, not having the medical records gave her a stop. Something legitimate to hide behind in this mess. Now she had them. Bending, she gathered all three and stepped back inside the room.
She opened Malec’s first. A personal letter on top of the medical papers made her hands shake as she read.
Ma fetishe,
Here is your assurance of safety as promised.
Please spend tonight at my home. Staff has prepared a suite at my behest. I will send a car for you, and will see you returned tomorrow.
I spent last night with no other and wish very much to have you as my guest.
MdB
She read though the other papers, seeing the many tests with negative results. Medical journals would love to print these.
Brom’s packet held a list of past injuries as well as a long reporting of clean health. She read the wound dossier in awe. In all, two stab wounds, fifteen lacerations, fifty-four shrapnel hits, one small third degree burn, ten gun shot wounds and eight broken bones. Together, two hundred and one stitches.
“Holy crap,” she breathed, amazed. How could a body withstand so much?
Avery wondered what he looked like naked, his dark skin showing the map of his dangerous path in life. Aroused again, she put aside their information. She knew what hers contained, so she just read the note.
Miss Fitz Gerald,
This and the others arrived yesterday. Carl didn’t find them until late. Sorry for any inconvenience.
Mrs. Mims
Avery blew out a long breath and considered what to do.