A Scarred Soul: A Small Town Love Story (Safe Haven Book 2) (25 page)

“Tell me.”

“Hardly a dry eye in the house. And I think it worked, because they bid like crazy at the auction.”

“Marlo sent me a text to say that the Justice model raised forty-two grand. That can’t be right, she must have stumbled over the zeroes.”

“Nope, that’s what was bid for him. And there’s a whole bunch of people who want to commission you to make models of their own dogs. Plus there’s a gallery who want to talk to you. Adam has the details.”

“Hell…”

“People who can pay, Vince. You said how much you love carving, how it brings you peace. You could set up your own studio.”

“Something to think about.”

Despite the good news in the promise of more work, he sounded flat. It hit her. “Vince.” She said his name gently, wanting his open attention without any barriers, but as she spoke, his shoulders tensed. “You need to finish that break you started, huh?”

His focus stayed firmly on the road ahead, his mouth tight.

Lulah pushed on. “You came out of your break too early because you thought helping me by finding Dad might settle something inside you, an emotional debt you don’t want to owe.” She waited longer, giving him an opportunity to respond, but there was nothing more than a flexing of his jaw. “You thought if you came and found him, sorted him out so that he wasn’t a concern to me any longer, that you could walk away from us without any trace of guilt because you’d done something good for me.”

His response was one word that hung in the air between them; her name, expressed in a noisy exhalation peppered with need and pain.

“You only have one debt, Vince. It’s not owed to me, to Gable and Taryn, or your parents. It’s not an obligation to the families of your friends who didn’t make it back. That debt is to yourself. You owe it to yourself to find inner forgiveness.”

He nodded, glanced at her, nodded again before returning to concentrating on the road.

They were quiet until they entered the outer suburbs of Vegas and Vince suggested dropping her off at the hospital. “You let Ray know what we did today. I have some things to see to, so I’ll be back for you around five.”

R
ay’s
continued improvement was remarkable. That afternoon, Lulah found him sitting up in bed with most of the tubes removed. He seemed grateful for what they’d done for him and almost excited about Lulah’s plan to get him into rehabilitation as close as possible to her in Halo Peak. “Keep painting, Dad. Vince thinks you’re talented.”

“Sure, Lulu. Is he a good man, that Vince? Do you two have a thing going a dad should know about?”

“We’re friends, Dad. Nothing more than that.” The words stung something inside of her but she knew if she said them enough, out loud to people, she would continue to believe them. “He’s an artist, too, you know? He does amazing sketches and he carves these full-sized carousel animals. Horses, dogs, any animal. He’s restoring a horse at the moment and he carved a stunning replica, so lifelike, of one of the dogs at the Sanctuary. He put it on rockers so a child could play on it, or you could have it as a piece in your house.”

“That’s a real skill. I knew a guy years ago who used to run a carousel for a traveling fair. In between seasons I would help him clean up and repaint the ride. The work that goes into those things is amazing. I remember taking you along when we’d finished maintenance one time. All the other kids hanging around wanted to sit on the horses, lions, and tigers, but you only had eyes for the dog. One of those giant Swiss dogs, if I remember right. The fuss you kicked up when I tried to take you home. In the end I dragged you kicking and fussing, off the thing. You bit me.”

“I bit you!”

He smiled, crooked and bruised. “You had such spirit. Still do, don’t you?”

“Mostly, maybe. Sometimes it falters.”

“When people let you down.”

“Yes, when people…men, let me down.”

“I’m not your responsibility, Lulu.”

Lulah snorted. “You’re family, Dad. If you want me to stop feeling responsible for you, you’re going to have to take responsibility for yourself.” She watched him breathing, head back on the pillow, eyes closed again, and could see right there that she’d never stop looking out for him. She leaned in to give him a kiss and he took hold of her hand with a surprisingly strong grip.

“Promise me you won’t go feeling responsible for that Vince, either. Maybe let him take care of you for a bit.”

Unbelievable.
“Sure, Dad, I’ll do that.”

L
ulah stood waiting
outside the hospital when Vince returned to collect her. Despite Ray’s improvement, he tired easily and fell asleep towards the end of her visit. Vince found a small restaurant for dinner and they headed back to the hotel to shower and change.

Once inside the hotel room, Calliope flopped down in front of the air conditioning unit. Vince pulled two bottles of water from the small fridge, unscrewing the cap on one and handing it to Lulah.

She tipped her head back to drink and he watched the rhythmic contraction of muscles in her throat as she drained the bottle without pausing. She wiped her mouth on her shoulder and tossed the empty bottle into the trash. “I needed that,” she said as her phone rang, and she stepped from the room to take the call.

Lulah paced the small balcony, pausing occasionally to run her fingers along the rail. The call took some time, and Vince fought the need to fidget as he ran through his speech. When she pocketed her phone and returned inside he beckoned her to sit alongside him on the sofa.

“That was the police. They’ve pulled in the guy who beat up Dad. It turns out the prick was a ‘collector’ for LoanStar who’d gone rogue. He was dismissed from his job, so he stole the contact details of people like Dad, with outstanding debts, and went on a two-day spree trying to beat the money out of his list before LoanStar and the police caught onto what he was doing.”

Jesus, she wasn’t going to like this. “I know.”

“You know? What? Did the police already call you? Why didn’t you say something?”

Her face screwed a little, puzzled, and he understood that she wouldn’t thank him when he told her what he’d done. Butting in on something she wanted to deal with herself would really piss her off. “I found out from LoanStar. I paid them a visit while you were with Ray.”

“Why? What made you visit LoanStar, and why the hell didn’t you discuss it with me?”

“I paid Ray’s loan—”

“You what?” Her disbelief rapidly turned to anger and Vince stood, ready to grab her if she was going to take off.

“Sit!” she ordered.

“I’m not a dog.”

“I need you to sit, Vince, and I need to stand because…what the hell? Why?”

Angry Lulah, all tight and contained, eyes like flint—
amazing
. Vince was happy to sit if that would appease her because her reaction didn’t surprise him at all. He’d wait, let her burn off some stress with a rant, then convince her he’d made the right move.

“That was my business, Vince, nothing whatsoever to do with you. You’ve meddled enough already, searching for Dad, coming down here and finding him.”

“Yeah, well, that probably saved his life.”

“Yeah, well, you’ve done enough. Paying his dirty loans, that’s my family business. What next? Do you have someone looking for my mother? Are you going to suggest—”

“Stop. Stop now and listen.”

“I’m not finished.”

“I don’t care. Yes, I found Ray because having him missing and in trouble was a bug in your life and you don’t deserve that. When I arrived here and saw the mess Ray was in, I had to finish that business. Do you really think I’d let you go to LoanStar when, at the time, we both thought they were responsible for sending someone to beat Ray within an inch of his life? I can’t be much for you but I will not stand back and allow you to put yourself in danger.”

“It wasn’t your business.” Her words ground out as if she had a mouth full of hot desert grit.

“Wrong, Lulah, totally wrong. It was my business because I love you so fucking much that I will do everything I can to keep you from harm. All right? That’s what I do, it’s all I can do for you. But please, don’t feel obligated by my love because it gives me the strength to live without you. Understand that it’s because of the way I feel about you that I couldn’t walk away from this job half done, no matter how much that pisses you off.”

“We could have discussed it.”

His breathing was ragged. The t-shirt she wore was filthy from cleaning out the trailer and her cut-off denim shorts had a fresh rip on the outside seam of the left leg. He stood, continuing with a measured voice. “You’re not hearing me. You would never have agreed.”

As he stepped towards her she backed away, her eyes volcanic. “I haven’t finished—”

He took a firm hold of each side of her face. “Neither have I.”

His kiss was filled with the hunger of days of denial, and when she met it, releasing her pent-up fury, heat roared through his veins like an accelerant ignited.

Lulah’s tongue sparred with his, as if it was the only way to express her anger, and he stayed with her, holding her head firmly to give her something to fight. She was like a boxer, a flyweight he kept on her toes, her small fist pummeling his shoulder as she released of all the frustration of the past week. Finally she broke the kiss, a fast withdrawal before she caught his lip with a piercing bite.

Holy hell, he’d really made her mad.

Lulah tried to duck her head. He knew that move, where she’d put her forehead on his chest, to his heart, using it as a method to calm him, her connection to slow things down. Well fuck that. After what he’d admitted he wasn’t cutting out now.

He put his mouth hard against her cheekbone, close to her ear. His breath came harsh and hot, the blood from where she’d bitten him coppery in his mouth. “Let it out, imp, all of it.”

She remained a coil of wire, tightly strung and barbed in his arms, and Vince kept his head against hers as she struggled against him to pull herself free.

To hold her was easy and if he released her now, she’d dive for composure and surface fine. Most times he’d be happy for her to do that, but not today. “Come on, all of it out.”

“No.” Her sob filled with anger.

“You can’t hurt me, keep going.” It was bullshit. Of course she could hurt him, but not with her fist.

“No, no, no.” Each cry spilled with her mantra of denial.

“There’s more, Lulah, give me all of it. Out.”

Just as quickly, her pounding fist stilled. Through Lulah’s chest came a shuddering breath and she gripped his shirt, twisting it in her hand. “You can’t love me.”

“You can’t stop love, Lulah.” He eased his hold on her jaw as the fight left her. His blood and her tears were mixed with the grime that smeared her right cheek.

His lip swelled where she’d bitten him but the bleeding all but ceased. “I’m still not finished,” he warned. Intense longing twisted his heart in a knot and Vince took Lulah’s wrist, pulling her towards the bathroom.

If there was one thing the hotel did right, it was the bathroom. The double shower stall was enormous, glassed, the massive floor-to-ceiling mirrors on two of the opposing walls leaving you exposed if you glanced up from washing yourself. And the handrail fixed to the tiled wall gave him an idea.

Keeping the grip on Lulah’s wrist he urged her through the doorway, and turned her towards him. With one hand he pulled off his t-shirt, swapping his hold on her as he took his arms through the sleeves.

Still eye-to-eye, he dropped his shorts and boxers, kicking them to the corner with his shirt so that he stood before her, completely naked. Lulah lowered her eyes in a slow perusal of him that made his already hardening cock fill. She sucked on her bottom lip, worrying it with her teeth.

“Careful, those teeth are sharp,” he warned, his tongue again testing the wound she’d left on his own mouth.

Lulah released her lip, her gaze making another body sweep. His cock pulsed. Christ, he needed to deal with this. Dropping her wrist he told her to strip. The flash of defiance that rippled across her face reminded him of other times when she’d demanded control. He imagined her inner turmoil, a little voice, or maybe it was loud, telling her she didn’t have to do a thing if she chose not to.

For a moment he thought she’d berate him, or turn and leave but instead, starting at her shoulders, she ran her hands down her body in a long caress, pausing at her breasts, squeezing them for a moment as if to ease an ache, before continuing across the plane of her stomach, smoothing the shirt tight so that her breasts were outlined perfectly. Taking hold of the hem of her shirt, she peeled it off and, without breaking their gaze, tossed it to the corner where his clothes lay.

He gripped his cock and Lulah finally moved her focus to his hand as he allowed himself one tortuous stroke.

“Let me do that.” Her voice had that raspy edge he loved.

He shook his head. “You’re still clothed.”

Lulah’s chest rose and fell with metronomic precision and he found himself following that beat with each slide of his hand, up and down the length of his cock.

Finally she reached behind her, releasing the hooks on her bra, adding it to the corner pile. Her hands found her nipples, pinching them, too hard if the quick blink he saw was anything to go by. Quicker now, she released the button on her shorts, the zipper drawn down with a smooth tug and the garment dropped to her ankles. A deft backwards kick and her shorts came to rest against the far wall. Using her right hand she pulled her tiny panties to one side and slipped a finger between her legs.

He heard his groan, but more than that, he felt it erupt from somewhere near the base of his tightening balls. He released himself, closed the distance between them and used his finger to tease his way inside her briefs until he covered her hand with his own, feeling the movement in her knuckle as she worked her finger in a steady circle. He squeezed her hand, heard the short “uh” as her finger stilled and moved to withdraw. “Keep your hand there, I want to feel with you.”

The weight of her shoulder came against his chest for support as he slid one finger alongside hers, following her circle. “You’re so wet.”

“All wet for you, Vince, only for you.”

His breath roared in his ears, ragged, struggling, as he continued the slide, his cock twitching each time their fingers bumped her clit. He worked a second finger under the elastic of her pants, and heard her huff his name as he slipped it down and tracked the swollen entrance of her pussy, feeling one pulse as he pushed into her. The elastic pulled tight over the back of his hand but it felt good the way it trapped his hand between her legs. He lowered his lips, a kiss to the crown of her head, and he rested there, inhaling the scent of her. Lulah’s breathing was more erratic and her hips started to do that involuntary grind each time he thrust his finger deep inside her. “Are you going to come if we keep doing this?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Nice. Stay on your clit.” He covered her finger and pressed hard to accent his words before he worked his second finger into her pussy. Vince stepped around her, clamping Lulah side-on so that the base of his cock pressed against the top of her hip. With his free hand he squeezed her butt, ostensibly holding her fast against him. She tried to buck against his hand and he tightened his hold, tensed his thigh, immobilizing her. He caught their reflection, and the drive to thrust against her for some release nearly finished him. “Lulah…the mirror, fuck, you’re hot.”

She met him there, in the reflection, her cheeks pink and flushed with arousal. Their bodies were an ancient tangle, as if two garden vines met to wrap, climb and secure themselves around one column. Lulah’s hand that gripped his arm tightened and her pussy spasmed over his fingers. “Fucking hot yourself, UHT Guy.”

He pushed two fingers deeper into her. “Close now, imp?” She answered with her hips working against his hand, using the small amount of movement his tight hold allowed. Her eyes lowered. “Uh-uh, eyes open, stay with the mirror.”

With the lift of her chin she met his gaze and he took that moment to course his hand over the sweep of her buttocks, up her waist, to her breast, to her nipple. He rolled it between his fingers, and she moaned.

“Too much,” she said.

“Not enough.”

“Vince…” It wasn’t a cry or a plea, but a warning he heard and felt, with her desperate struggle for more.

“Shh, you’re okay.” He quickened his hand, thrusting into her, wishing it was his cock, when he watched her face in the mirror tighten with need. “Come on, Lulah, let go.” He gave a twist to the nipple he pinched and her pussy seized his fingers.

In an instant her head dropped against his chest and her body arched against him. When she rose he followed with his support, keeping her on her toes as he released her breast to cup her chin. He kept her head high, her focus towards him in the mirror, and all the while her pussy gripped his fingers, over and over.

His cock throbbed, petulant, when he pulled his hips away from her. Withdrawing his fingers he grabbed the top of her underwear and took the soaking scrap of cotton to her ankles. She was weak in his arms, still gathering her breath, so he helped her, lifting each foot and adding the final garment to the pile in the corner.

Vince kept a steady arm around Lulah as he turned on the two showerheads, leaving his hand in the flow of water until he had the temperature adjusted. “There you go.”

Lulah stepped into the stream of water. “Oh glory, glory, glory, I need all this.”

I need this, too, Vince thought as he grabbed a condom from the bathroom cabinet, rolled it on and joined Lulah in the shower.

She swung towards him with soapy hands and started to lather his chest. “Hey, Vince.”

“Hey, Lulah.” God, his dick was screaming,
Enough with the niceties; haven’t we met already?

“Come here often?”

“I’d like to,” he answered and he stopped her hands. “Why don’t we get dirty before we get clean?”

She grinned.

He turned her to the tiled wall and took each hand to the rail, wrapping her fingers around. “Can you hold tight for me, Lulah?”

“You bet.”

“Don’t let go, okay?” He placed his hand on her hips. “Step back towards me.”

She moved so that now she was bent over, open for him, her pussy still dark and engorged, slick moisture glistening at her entrance. He collected some with one finger and reached around her to rub it over her nipples, circling and pulling on them and her hips edged towards him.

The water streamed across her until Vince covered her back, protecting her from much of the flow. One hand he braced on the wall above her head, reaching the other around her waist to keep her steady. He nuzzled the back of her neck, grazing it with his teeth. “Lulah, can you promise to hold on tight? Because when I fuck you, I’m going to fuck you hard.”