SEDUCTIVE: A Contemporary Romance Anthology

by Anthology

  She relaxed and smiled, surprised at where their conversation was going. “I’ve always thought it was healthy for children to be able to travel and see what the world is like.”

  Luke smiled and kissed her on the lips. “Very healthy. And there are tutors too. But every family needs a home base, learning about animals, the responsibilities of taking care of them, of nature.”

  She pulled away to stir the steak strips as they began to pop and she felt excited and hopeful.

  He kissed her on the back of her head. “So are we good here because whatever you’re cooking is making my mouth water almost as much as looking you does.”

  She laughed as she got the plates out. “We’re having fajitas. Eat up because you’re going to need your energy.”

  “Bring it on, Rebecca. I’ve been waiting for over four months to taste you again and as delicious as your meal smells, I don’t think it will be half as delectable as you.”

  She had been surprised when Luke stayed for another two days. Though he tried not so spend too much time on the phone, she could sense that his managers weren’t happy about his unscheduled trip. It meant a lot to her that as busy as he was, he was making the time for her.

  She rode every day, keeping Othello on task and though Luke came down to watch her both days, she heard his cell phone ring several times. She felt bad for him because he tried to stay attentive to her but was frequently distracted by a call or text. She assured him that it was fine, that he needed to take care of business but she heard the frustration in his voice. The evening of the first night they ate delicious fajitas while they sat and talked for hours before ending up in her bed, taking pleasure in each other’s bodies.

  She had risen at her scheduled time the next morning, five a.m., leaving him sleeping peacefully. She stopped long enough in the kitchen to make coffee so it would be done brewing by the time she finished morning chores. When she made it back to the house, the smell of the coffee heightened her senses and she walked quietly into the kitchen. Luke was standing next to the sink, leaning back against the counter, sipping a cup of coffee. His hair was messed up and his five o’clock shadow had bloomed into a light beard on his face. To Rebecca, he looked absolutely gorgeous. He looked at her over his cup, a smile reaching his eyes.

  “Do you get up at this ungodly hour every morning?”

  She laughed as she reached past him to grab another cup. “Yep, every morning. Chores need done, I’ve got hungry critters and they don’t care how little or how much sleep I get.”

  “I don’t know how you do it. I would be a zombie wandering around every day.”

  “Well, to be fair, I’m usually in bed by nine or ten at night.”

  “Yeah, but still, five a.m.? That’s when I’m usually heading to bed.” he laughed.

  “You have a much different lifestyle, though. We adjust to our own timelines.” She paused, frowning. “I didn’t wake you up, did I? I tried to be quiet.”

  “You were quiet as a church mouse. The quiet is what woke me up. No traffic noises, car doors slamming, horns, cell phones ringing, you know, what I am used to.”

  “Oh.” she answered, dismayed that he wasn’t able to sleep.

  He leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “Don’t fret about it, Rebecca. So what’s on the agenda today?”

  “The norm for me. Turning the mares out, cleaning stalls and working with Othello.”

  He nodded his head thoughtfully. “Do you have a horse I could ride? Maybe you could show me some of your beautiful property?”

  She choked a little on her coffee. “You want to ride? Sure I have a couple of horses you could choose from. Have you ridden before?”

  “Most of my youth and up until I hit it big. Then I never had a lot of time. I wish I was able to ride more often.”

  She stared at him in astonishment. There was so much she didn’t know about him and what she was learning endeared him to her even more. “Well, let’s eat some breakfast. That will give the horses a chance to eat and stomachs settle.”

  He pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately. “Maybe we could work up a quick little appetite first?” he whispered.

  “Absolutely. Nothing like burning some calories before starting the day.” she giggled, pulling him back to the bedroom.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  It was almost nine before they had the horses saddled and were ready to go. She chose her nine-year-old quarter horse gelding, Chance, for Luke. Chance had been her show horse when she was trying to fit into the western classes and she kept him for his personality and beauty. He was over sixteen hands high, tall for a quarter horse, and almost as wide. He was a light palomino paint and even when he was dirty from being out in the pasture, he turned heads. He was flashy, beautiful and the sweetest horse, other than Othello that she had ever ridden.

  Because Luke had been around horses for most of his life, they each brushed their own horses and saddled them up. She was touched and impressed when he asked her to check his tack, to make sure his memory hadn’t failed him and cause Chance any discomfort.

  With everything checked and saddles secure, they mounted their horses and she took the trail that led to her favorite meadow. They made small talk, unable to hold serious conversation with the beauty of the land opening up around them. They stopped to watch a doe and her twin fawns leap across the trail in front of them.

  They crossed a couple of seasonal streams from the snow run off and finally made it to the meadow. Othello began prancing and snorting and Luke began to laugh.

  “Let me guess, you usually let him run and play in this meadow.”

  She laughed with him as she patted her stallion’s neck, holding him back. “Guilty. We usually race across the meadow.”

  He sent her a mischievous grin. “Are you up for it today?”

  “Are you?” she challenged back.

  “Lead the way.” he accepted, gathering up Chance’s reins.

  They raced across the field, flowers and grass blurry visions, Luke whooping behind her as she closed her eyes, taking in the moment. She’d never met anyone who enjoyed the freedom, the power of the beasts under them, the pure simplicity of horse and rider. Kip had never gone riding with her and she’d always wondered, but now, hearing Luke’s laughter, she knew he would have never enjoyed it. He was too controlling to allow a horse to take its lead and do as it wished, to be free and run.

  When they reached the other side of the meadow and pulled their horses in, both her and Luke were breathing as heavy as their steeds.

  “Oh my God! That was amazing. I forgot how wonderful it is to ride and I’m not talking about the running. All of it is incredible, the smells, the sites. It’s refreshing and I feel as alive now as I do when I’m on stage.”

  She giggled, trying to calm down Othello. “I don’t know what it’s like to be on stage but if this is what it’s like, I would want to be on stage all of the time.”

  “It is.” he assured her. “You feel alive, like you’re king of the world and nothing can stop you.” He patted Chance’s neck and leaned over, whispering in his ear. The gelding snorted in response and did a little prance.

  “Ready to walk back? We need to cool them down.”

  “I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth, Rebecca.”

  She felt a thrill shoot up her spine as she took the lead. They walked back, this time their conversation flowed back and forth about the horses and his career. He would ask about how each horse came to her farm and she would ask about each concert, including his first. She admitted that her first freestyle dressage class she forgot her routine and broke into tears as she left the arena. He admitted that he threw up backstage before his first sold-out concert, the screams of his fans freaking him out and making him forget his cue to go on stage.

  All too soon, they made it back to the barn and after brushing the horses down and putting them back into their paddocks, walked back to the house, hand in hand, to make lunch. They enjoyed an incredi
ble chef salad and decided they should take a hot shower to wash off the sweat from the horses. It was the first time she’d taken a shower with a man and she wondered why she’d never done it before. Though it was in the middle of the day, she wasn’t self-conscious about her body. She wiped and caressed Luke’s skin, relishing in his muscular chest and back. Their light kisses turned more intense as they experimented with touch and taste and they both became breathless again. Water and steam mixed with their climax and she felt wonderfully alive for the third time that day. Luke gently pulled her from the shower, drying her with a towel, using the terry cloth texture to massage her body. She followed his example and wiped away the droplets of water on his skin. After she finished drying his legs, he pulled her up to his lips, groaning as he became aroused again.

  They were moving to the bed when his cell phone on the nightstand began to ring. He moaned but ignored it, skimming his teeth along her breast. She began to pull him down onto the mattress when his cell phone rang again.

  “Crap.” he complained and she smiled at him.

  “It’s okay. Answer it.”

  “Let’s not and say we did.” he said as he moved to silence it. When he hit the button, another chime went off and they both froze, looking at each other.

  “That was my doorbell.” she sighed. “My truck’s in the driveway. It’s probably my mom or Megan. They won’t leave unless I answer it. Take your call, I’ll get rid of them and meet you back here.” She kissed him on the lips and grabbed her sweats as she threw on a sweatshirt. As she opened the door, she pulled her damp air out of the collar and gasped.

  “Kip! What are you doing here?”

  “Now is that any way to greet your husband?” he asked charmingly as he tried to push his way past the door.

  She put her arm up to barricade his entrance, feeling irritated. “Don’t you mean ex-husband? What do you want, Kip? Where is Tiffany?”

  He frowned at her, obviously upset that she wasn’t thrilled to see him.

  “Have you really been holed out here in the middle of nowhere? The way gossip spreads in this little town I had assumed you would have heard by now.”

  “She traded you in on a younger model?” she spat out, hating the way it sounded to her own ears but unable to help herself.

  Kip stepped back, a pained look crossing his face. “Really, Rebecca. Why do you have to be such a witch? I realized I made a mistake. I love you, I should have never left you so I broke it off with Tiffany.”

  Rebecca sighed, suddenly feeling exhausted. “Well, I’m sorry you did that, Kip. It’s over between us, there’s no chance we will ever get back together.”

  “Now don’t say that, Rebecca. I know I messed up, but things can be worked out. I have a new perspective on life and see the error of my ways, but we learn from our mistakes.” Kip took a step closer and laid a hand on hers. “I can make it better.”

  She pulled her hand back as if it burned. “You can never make it better. You cheated on me. It’s over and I want you to leave, now!”

  Kip opened his mouth but no sound came out as his eyes focused behind her. “Oh, I see how it is. You’ve got a lover so screw the marriage vows.” he spat.

  She didn’t have to look behind her to know that Luke was standing there and she felt his strength fill her. “No, you betrayed our wedding vows. I just decided to get on with my life, without you.” She felt Luke’s arms wrap around her waist and pull her back.

  “I think you need to listen to the lady and leave now.” he said, his voice low and threatening.

  “And just who do you think you are? Her new lay?” Kip hissed.

  “Luke Grayson and yes I am.”

  Kip’s eyes grew wide and he took a step back. “The singer?” His eyes flicked between Rebecca and Luke before narrowing. “Oh, I see how it is. You were screwing him to get the song. You’re more of a conniving witch that I gave you credit for.”

  Luke stepped in front of Rebecca, blocking the doorway. “You better leave now before they pull you out of here in an ambulance.”

  “Yeah, I’ll leave. But I believe that the courts will find it interesting that you were screwing him to get his song. I may profit from this after all. Keep her; she was a lame lay anyways.”

  “Courts will find the contract was signed after the divorce was final so go ahead and waste your money. Oh, and I think it was you that was a lame lay as I find her a wild lover.”

  A scream ripped from Kip’s throat as he swung his fist towards Luke’s face. Luke nimbly stepped back and Kip’s fist came into contact with the doorframe, a crack filling the room as Kip’s hand broke with the force.

  “Man that must have hurt.” Luke whistled. “I think that constitutes assault so you better leave now before the cops come. Rebecca, can you call 911? We now have a confrontation.”

  Cradling his injured hand, Kip stumbled off of the steps. “This isn’t over, bitch. This is just the beginning.”

  “See you in court, asshole.” Luke called cheerfully and shut the door. He turned to find Rebecca pale and shaking.

  Alarmed, he moved towards her. “Rebecca, are you all right?”

  She shook him off and move towards the kitchen, not saying a word as she pulled a beer from the refrigerator, popped the top and took a long drink. Suddenly she slammed the bottle down and beer exploded from the neck. “I’m fine! He’s such a jerk and I hate him so much! How could I have ever married him? And now he is going to try and get part of my ranch. It’s not fair!”

  Luke moved towards her and pulled her into his arms. “No, he’s not. It’s going to be fine. You need to call 911 and file a complaint. He broke several bones in his hand and will have to go to the hospital. Because I was able to restrain myself from pounding him to a bloody pulp, he will be held as the instigator and the attacker. While we’re waiting for the police, I’ll call my attorney and tell them what is going on. By the time Kip gets a court date, we’ll have everything nice and tidy, which judges usually like. He won’t have a leg to stand on.”

  She shook her head and started pacing. “I can’t involve you in this. It’s my mess that I need to clean up, not yours. Besides, you’re getting ready to start your tour overseas and need to focus on your career, not have to deal with this mess.”

  He gently grabbed her shoulders and stopped her in front of him. “Rebecca, I’m crazy about you and we’ve been talking about a future together so I’m involved in a personal manner. He is also fighting about my song and the contract with you so it involves me professionally too.” He smiled and gave her a peck on the forehead. “You’re stuck with me, kiddo. And don’t worry about my career, that’s why I have amazing attorneys and for what I pay them, they will have this taken care of with little stress to us. What I need you to focus on is getting ready for your performance. It looks incredible and I’m so proud that you chose my song to showcase your passion. You’re truly amazing and I’m honored that I get to be involved.”

  She smiled back at him, feeling strength in his words. “I feel so blessed to have you in my life. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. Now let’s get these phone calls taken care of so we can enjoy our last night together for a while.”

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  It was after six-thirty by the time the sheriff’s deputy left. She took Rebecca and Luke’s statement and said she’d follow up with the hospital and be in touch. After she left, they both decided that they deserved to have a home-cooked meal but were too tired to prepare anything so after quickly feeding the animals, they drove into town and picked a little mom and pop burger joint. Clark’s burgers offered homemade burgers, fries and shakes. It was a favorite of Rebecca’s, as it was with most of the town. The look on Luke’s face, after he had taken his first bite, told Rebecca he felt the same way. Their burgers were huge, the juice running down the bun as you bit into it, the flavor exploding in your mouth. After they had polished off their burgers and the onion rings they’d shared, Luke sat back and patted his nonexis
tent belly.

  “That was the most amazing burger I’ve ever had and believe me, I’ve had many from all over the world.”

  “I’ve always thought they were good but I haven’t had the opportunity to eat at as many places as you.” She laughed. “They raise their own Angus cows and they have their own butcher. Nothing is processed or has hormones. They even grow their own onions with a special greenhouse. You have to have one up here because of the short growing season.”

  “Short growing season?” he asked as he drank some of his chocolate shake.

  She nodded as she swallowed a bite of onion ring. “We often still have snow in June so unless you have a greenhouse, you can’t depend on your crops. We usually get snow again in October so it’s very short.”

  “How cold does it get up here?” he asked incredulously.

  “In January, it’s not uncommon to see twenty below zero. If you don’t pick up your stuff from outside before the first snow, chances are you won’t see it again until around May.” she explained.

  “How do you deal with that? Doesn’t it drive you nuts being inside all the time?”

  She laughed. “I don’t. I have my indoor arena so I can still ride and then snowmobile season kicks in and I do a lot of riding with my mom and dad. Then there is hunting season, which I don’t do anymore, but my Dad still goes out. I’ll admit, come Christmas time, I’m ready to go to Hawaii, though I still haven’t been there.” she trailed off.

  “Why haven’t you gone?” He asked.

  She was quiet and he could see she was reluctant to answer.

  “You can tell me, Rebecca.”

  She sighed and shrugged her shoulders. “It just never worked out. I’d checked into packages but something always came up at Kip’s job, and Hawaii doesn’t seem like the place to go alone, so I never booked anything.”