Beginnings (Crawley Creek Prequel) Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: Lori King
him. It was a dance they both
knew well. From the first teasing touch to the last pounding
thrust. They were explosive together, their bodies electrifying
each other. Sera had no regrets that Abraham Crawley was the one
and only man she’d ever slept with, because he was the be-all
end-all for her. Her soulmate.
Each time they made love, she felt their
connection like it was a string tied between their two hearts. This
time though, guilt rode heavily on her conscience. When they were
both satisfied and relaxed from their orgasms, Abe eased off her
and disappeared into the bathroom to clean up. He returned quickly
with a wet rag and helped her clean herself.
“That was wonderful.”
Abe grinned at her, “It always is. I wasn’t
sure if I was going to be able to wake you up. I got out of the
shower and you were out like a light.”
“The heat drained me I think. I’m
sorry.”
“Don’t be. There’s something very sexy about
waking my woman with my hands...” He wiggled his eyebrows. “...and
mouth, and—”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” she said with a
laugh. Slowly easing herself up, she pulled a blanket up over her
nudity and leaned against the headboard. “Abe, we need to
talk.”
He nodded, “Yeah we do. You know I went to
town today to take that bench in, and hit the hardware store, but
Pastor David caught me before I could head for home.”
“David? What did he want?” Sera wondered if
somehow Mary had spilled the beans to her husband before Sera had
had an opportunity to fill him in. If so, she was going to throttle
her best friend.
“He needed a favor…” Abe rose and pulled his
jeans back on.
Sera shook her head, “Why would David need a
favor from you? I just saw Mary and she didn’t say a word.”
“I’m not sure if he’s had a chance to fill
her in. It’s a mighty big favor, actually.”
As if to punctuate his statement the
doorbell rang, startling them both. Sera hurried to pull clean
clothes on as Abe groaned.
“Blast it, of course someone would
interrupt.”
“Don’t just stand there; see who it is. We
can finish up our conversation over dinner.” She went into the
bathroom without waiting for his response knowing that he’d most
likely take care of their visitor before she made it downstairs.
Whoever it was, they’d just bought her a few more minutes to figure
out what to say to her husband.
~ ~ ~ ~
Abe knew the moment the doorbell rang he was
well and truly screwed. The clock over the fireplace read six
fifteen, which meant that the person at the front door was Danica.
Crap on a cracker, this was going to be a tough one to explain
now.
Pulling the door open, he found Danica
holding the sweetest looking toddler he’d ever seen.
“Abe, I was beginning to think maybe you
were out in the barn or the pasture.” She adjusted her hold on the
squirming child. She had a bag over one arm, her purse on her
opposite shoulder, and she was struggling to hold it all.
“Nope, I’m here. Come on in.” He held the
door open wide as she stepped through it, and then he reached to
relieve her of her burden. “Come here little guy. Let me take a
look at you.”
“This is Vincent Rhone. His mother said he’s
three, but so far, he doesn’t say much himself,” Danica explained,
putting both her purse and the bag on the bench next to the door.
“This is all she brought with him, but I’ll do my best to get a few
more things for you guys. I’m not sure how long—”
“Why, hello Danica!” Sera said, stepping off
the stairs and heading their way. “It’s good to see you. And who is
this you’ve brought along?”
“This is Vincent. I was just explaining to
Abe that his mother didn’t leave much for him, but I’ll get a few
more things from the shelter tomorrow if I can.”
Sera’s eyes widened as she glanced back and
forth between Abe and the boy, and then turned confused eyes on
Danica. “Um, forgive me, but I think I’ve missed something.”
Danica
knew well. From the first teasing touch to the last pounding
thrust. They were explosive together, their bodies electrifying
each other. Sera had no regrets that Abraham Crawley was the one
and only man she’d ever slept with, because he was the be-all
end-all for her. Her soulmate.
Each time they made love, she felt their
connection like it was a string tied between their two hearts. This
time though, guilt rode heavily on her conscience. When they were
both satisfied and relaxed from their orgasms, Abe eased off her
and disappeared into the bathroom to clean up. He returned quickly
with a wet rag and helped her clean herself.
“That was wonderful.”
Abe grinned at her, “It always is. I wasn’t
sure if I was going to be able to wake you up. I got out of the
shower and you were out like a light.”
“The heat drained me I think. I’m
sorry.”
“Don’t be. There’s something very sexy about
waking my woman with my hands...” He wiggled his eyebrows. “...and
mouth, and—”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” she said with a
laugh. Slowly easing herself up, she pulled a blanket up over her
nudity and leaned against the headboard. “Abe, we need to
talk.”
He nodded, “Yeah we do. You know I went to
town today to take that bench in, and hit the hardware store, but
Pastor David caught me before I could head for home.”
“David? What did he want?” Sera wondered if
somehow Mary had spilled the beans to her husband before Sera had
had an opportunity to fill him in. If so, she was going to throttle
her best friend.
“He needed a favor…” Abe rose and pulled his
jeans back on.
Sera shook her head, “Why would David need a
favor from you? I just saw Mary and she didn’t say a word.”
“I’m not sure if he’s had a chance to fill
her in. It’s a mighty big favor, actually.”
As if to punctuate his statement the
doorbell rang, startling them both. Sera hurried to pull clean
clothes on as Abe groaned.
“Blast it, of course someone would
interrupt.”
“Don’t just stand there; see who it is. We
can finish up our conversation over dinner.” She went into the
bathroom without waiting for his response knowing that he’d most
likely take care of their visitor before she made it downstairs.
Whoever it was, they’d just bought her a few more minutes to figure
out what to say to her husband.
~ ~ ~ ~
Abe knew the moment the doorbell rang he was
well and truly screwed. The clock over the fireplace read six
fifteen, which meant that the person at the front door was Danica.
Crap on a cracker, this was going to be a tough one to explain
now.
Pulling the door open, he found Danica
holding the sweetest looking toddler he’d ever seen.
“Abe, I was beginning to think maybe you
were out in the barn or the pasture.” She adjusted her hold on the
squirming child. She had a bag over one arm, her purse on her
opposite shoulder, and she was struggling to hold it all.
“Nope, I’m here. Come on in.” He held the
door open wide as she stepped through it, and then he reached to
relieve her of her burden. “Come here little guy. Let me take a
look at you.”
“This is Vincent Rhone. His mother said he’s
three, but so far, he doesn’t say much himself,” Danica explained,
putting both her purse and the bag on the bench next to the door.
“This is all she brought with him, but I’ll do my best to get a few
more things for you guys. I’m not sure how long—”
“Why, hello Danica!” Sera said, stepping off
the stairs and heading their way. “It’s good to see you. And who is
this you’ve brought along?”
“This is Vincent. I was just explaining to
Abe that his mother didn’t leave much for him, but I’ll get a few
more things from the shelter tomorrow if I can.”
Sera’s eyes widened as she glanced back and
forth between Abe and the boy, and then turned confused eyes on
Danica. “Um, forgive me, but I think I’ve missed something.”
Danica