ALIEN ROMANCE: Ursa (Paranormal Science Fiction BBW Alpha Male Romance) (51 page)

Chapter 2

 
 
An hour had passed and still no sign of anyone, especially not her brand new husband. Not the best first impression, she thought to herself as she stood, grabbed her bag by its wooden handle and strode off towards the nearest establishment. Surely it would be easy to find someone who knows where the Wilder residence was. Maybe she could even get a ride there.

 
 
 
The bell above the door jangled loudly as she entered the small shop, greeted immediately by a smiling older gentlemen in a white robe. Eleanor smile back.

 
 
 
“Good afternoon, sir. I was wondering if you could direct me toward Luke Wilder’s home?”

 
 
 
He tilted his head giving her an odd look. “Well, his place is quite a ways out of town. But if you’re looking for the man himself, I’d reckon he’s no further than Calder’s.”

 
 
 
‘“I’m sorry, Calder’s?”

 
 
 
“Yep, just walk back outside and take a left. You won’t miss it.”

 
 
 
Eleanor nodded her thanks. As she neared the place, she realized why the shopkeeper had said she wouldn’t miss it. It was impossible. There was so much noise, rough laughter and shouting and the clinking of glasses, that she was surprised she hadn’t heard it from down the street. Taking a deep, fortifying breath, Eleanor stuck her chin into the air and strode in.

 
 
 
Her heart sank at the sight that greeted her. A saloon, and one of the more disreputable ones, going by the dirty surroundings and even dirtier customers.

 
 
 
“Um, is there a Luke Wilder here?” She said loudly, trying to catch anyone’s attention. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the kind she wanted.

 
 
 
“Well, aren’t you a pretty little thing.” A man slurred at her through yellowed teeth. His hair was long and greasy and his breath had her taking a hasty step back. Right into the back of another man. She turned immediately to apologize but the words caught in her through at the salacious look on his face.

 
 
 
“You must be one of Miss Burton’s new girls.” He grinned, and her stomach tightened painfully at the light in his eyes.

 
 
 
“No, you are mistaken, sir. I don’t know what you think I am, but I assure you, I am not!”

 
 
 
“It’s true. You look fancier than most o’ her girls, but yer pretty enough for me.” Grimy hands reached out to grab her and she jumped back with a shriek.

 
 
 
“Don’t touch me! Get away from me!” Eleanor tried to dodge again, but another set of hands were suddenly on her shoulders. Terror shot through her, leaving an acidic taste in her mouth that made it impossible to scream, to speak or plead.

 
 
 
Suddenly, Eleanor saw her chance when a man at the bar turned at the commotion and she glimpsed the flash of metal in the holster at his hip. She dove for it, and a second later a shot rang through the saloon, cutting off all noise.

 
 
 
They stared at her, wide eyed. A pretty young woman with strawberry blonde hair, clover green eyes, curves for miles, and a gun, still smoking, pointed at the ceiling.

 
 
 
“Now, is there, or is there not, a Luke wilder here?” she demanded, cursing the slight trembling that she couldn’t keep out of her words.

 
 
 
“Who’s asking’?” A voice like warm honey poured over her from the far left corner of the room and she turned to face him. Eleanor looked him up and down, from his wavy bronze colored hair and warm deep brown eyes, across his broad shoulders, and muscular body. She almost groaned in despair. He just had to be handsome as sin. With the gun still raised toward the ceiling, she answered.

 
 
 
“Your wife.”

Chapter 3

Luke cursed soundly, if silently, to himself as the spitfire sitting in front of him on his horse shifted again.
His wife
. Mentally, he shook his head. He had barely remembered the strange conversation with his father the night before, but as she’d stood there with that gun in her hand it had all come crashing back. He had signed the damn thing. He was married. And to this curvy hell raiser!

 
 
 
Not that she wasn’t a pleasant handful, his body reminded him painfully as she shifted again.

 
 
 
“Will you knock that off?” He said, his words slightly slurred still from the whisky he had imbibed, almost at his breaking point. Her lush behind had been rubbing against him since she had demanded he take her home, at gunpoint.
             

 
“Knock what off?” she threw irritably back over her shoulder.

“Stop wiggling around!”

“Well, I feel like I’m about to fall off. This beast is giant!” She stared at the ground from atop her seat on Titus, and did it again, moving against him in that way that had all the blood rushing south. Finally, he threw an arm around her waist, and almost wished he hadn’t. Her plump curves pressed against him even more firmly, but he couldn't’ make himself let go. It just felt so right to hold her like that. Now, you knock
that
off, he reprimanded himself.

 
 
 
“I’m Luke, by the way. Luke wilder.”

 
 
 
She sighed heavily before casting him another look. “Oh, I know who you are.”

 
 
 
The way she said the words set his teeth on edge.

 
 
 
“The polite response would be to reply in kind.”

She looked at him again, this time her bright green eyes were serious, and he felt himself holding his breath until she finally looked away.

 
 
 
“Eleanor Grace Fontaine.”

 
 
 
“Wilder, now.”

 
 
 
“I’m sorry?”

 
 
 
“It’s Eleanor Wilder, now.”

She grew still in his arms, silent for a long moment. “Yes, I suppose it is.”

 
 
 
They rode on for a while in silence, Luke finally noticing that she stiffened noticeably in his embrace. He cast his alcohol soaked mind for something to put her at ease.

 
 
 
“I’m...I’m sorry about earlier. I should have been there to get you at the station, I just…”

 
 
 
“Oh, believe me. I know exactly ‘just’.” Her words sounded slightly watery and he turned her just enough to see tears glimmering in her gorgeous green eyes.

 
 
 
“Hey, what…” He paused, not knowing what to say. “Don’t cry, now. It’s not as bad as all that. Really.”

 
 
 
“No, it really is!” Eleanor took a deep breath, anger flushing her cheeks the sweetest pink, like the center of a rose. “I had a husband, who was a drunk, like you. And he liked the girls and he liked to gamble, just like you. And he would drink and drink, and he would get meaner and meaner. He made my life a living nightmare, he…” Her voice broke, and without thinking she touched a hand to her forehead, right over the scar that would never heal. “He died, leaving me nothing. Leaving me worse than nothing. I thought...I had hoped that this time would be different. Be better.”

 
 
 
Speechless, he stared at her, anger growing hotter and hotter in his chest at what she was saying, and all that she wasn’t. Not at her, not for her accusations, because he couldn’t really deny them, but at her dead husband. Who could hurt her? Who could lay a finger on her?

“I promise you, Eleanor Wilder, I will never hurt you. I would never…” He trailed off, unable to even say the words in the same sentence as her name. She looked at him, her wide green eyes still damp with tears, and something else. A bud of trust. A beginning.

Instinctively, he pulled her close, his thoughts muddled as they made their way the rest of the way to his home.

Chapter 4

Nervously, Eleanor set the dish full of smoked ham on the center of the table, and looked around. There was potatoes and gravy, stewed greens and honeyed rolls. She’d used her mother’s recipe. The same recipe she had made every year for them at Christmas. It wasn’t much but it was all she’d had time for. Luckily, there had been a smoked ham already in the pantry, and she had used whatever else she had found in the ill stocked kitchen. It obviously didn’t get much use.

 
 
 
As Luke finally entered the dining room, his dark eyes widened in surprise. “Eleanor...what is all this?” His voice was soft and shocked. She shrugged, uncomfortable under his piercing gaze.

 
 
 
“It’s Christmas dinner, of course.”

 
 
 
“But you...How?” He stared at the table again, then laughed. A full-bellied laugh that had a wave of warmth shooting through her. “I mean, you’ve only been here for six hours. How did you manage all this?”

 
 
 
“I...I just did, alright,” Eleanor huffed, not knowing how to answer his teasing. “Are you going to sit down and eat it or just marvel at it all night?”

 
 
 
Without a second warning, he dug in, piling his plate high with the warm meal, letting out groans of delight at each new thing he tasted. Halfway through their meal, Eleanor was convinced that watching him eat must be a sin. The way he brought every bit to his mouth slowly, sensuously. Moaning as he wrenched every morsel of delight that he could from the simple fare.

 
 
 
Suddenly warm, Eleanor fanned herself, trying to drag her gaze away, but found she couldn’t. He was so handsome, and when he smile at her it felt like she was the only other person alive. What a dreadful mess, she thought. She had thought of many possibilities for her new husband but never that she might actually come to care for him, or worse.

 
 
 
“This is the best meal I’ve had in…” He paused, thinking, “well, I can’t ever remember. A long time. Thank you for this.” He looked at her with those dark, warm eyes she just nodded, unable to say a single word.

 
 
 
“I haven’t had a home cooked meal since my mother died,” Luke said suddenly, jolting her out of the trance he had put her under. They talked for the rest of the meal, long after the food had gone cold and the wine had been drunk. About themselves, their likes and dislikes, hopes and dreams. Learning one another, laughing together over silly things.

 
 
 
Eventually even the fire flickered out and Eleanor rose, her feeling of warmth and comfort fading as a thought occurred to her. Oh my god, it was her wedding night! Suddenly flushed and panicked, she reached for a dish, intent on clearing off the table when Luke spoke lazily.

 
 
 
“Just leave it, Eleanor. We can deal with it tomorrow.” He grinned up at her, “It is Christmas, after all.”

 
 
 
“I um, yes, well. So it is.” She managed to stutter.

 
 
 
Luke stood and edged close enough to put his hand under her chin and tilt it up, forcing her to meet his gaze.

 
 
 
“What has you so spooked all of a sudden, Eleanor.”

 
 
 
“It’s. Well, it’s…” She stopped again, trying to calm her racing heart. “We are married, you know?”

 
 
 
“How could I forget?” He said with another soft smile. His eyes widened in sudden understanding.
 
“Oh.”

 
 
 
“Yes. Oh.”

 
 
 
“Listen, Eleanor, you don’t, ah, that is to say I…” He stopped, running a hand through his shaggy curls. “Aw, hell. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, got it?”

 
 
 
Eleanor stared up at him, trying to be kind, trying to be gentle. For her. She took a single step closer. “Maybe...maybe just a kiss?”

 
 
 
He stared at her for a long, tense moment, and then his lips were crashing onto hers. She briefly recalled Jacks slobbering excuse for a kiss but the memory was obliterated by Luke’s mouth. It seemed to go on forever before he finally pulled back, allowing her to draw breath.

 
 
 
“It’s never…” She paused breathlessly, “It’s never been like that. Never good.”

 
 
 
“It’s supposed to be good, Eleanor. So, so good. I can show you. You don’t have to be scared, I promise.”

 
 
 
“It’s just...with Jack, you see, it never…” Flustered, her words trailed off. A quick tumble with Jack’s sweat soaked body on top of her quickly followed with him passing out from drink and snoring loudly in her ear was not her idea of ‘good’.

 
 
 
“Let me show you.” Luke whispered the words again, his breath tickling her ear and sending a wave of heaviness through her body, and suddenly she couldn’t support herself anymore. She leaned forward, pressing into Luke’s hard body, and then his lips were on hers, searching at first, tentative.
 
So gentle and unlike anything she had known before.

 
 
 
She was entranced. Eleanor didn’t even notice when he shifted their bodies, moving into a bedroom and lowering her onto the mattress. Suddenly realizing where she was, her eyes snapped open.

 
 
 
“Hush, don’t worry sweetheart. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.” Luke said softly, temper raging through him again at the thought of her bastard of a husband. He kissed her again, sweetly, and he felt her melt underneath him. A wave of longing swept through him but he held it back, his body under tight control.

 
 
 
Slowly, he swept his hand from her ankle, across her calf, and around her knee until finally settling on the inside of her luscious thigh. He kissed her the whole time, partly to distract her, and partly because he couldn't’ do anything else.

 
 
 
As gently as he could, he slid away the layers of fabric barring his teasing fingers, and caught her startled gasp with his mouth.

 
 
 
“What are you...Oh!” Her green eyes widened delightfully as his fingers continued to explore her, trailing across her center. Luke had to grit his teeth at the feel of her wetness, but this wasn’t about him. It was about her. Eleanor. His wife.

 
 
 
With the greatest of effort, he eased one finger inside her, his touch gentle. Her whole body clenched around him and this time he couldn’t hold back the groan.

 
 
 
“Oh my. Oh my! That’s...That’s wonderful.”

 
 
 
He would have laughed if he could have but every effort was spent on making her ride the crest that soon took hold of her, drawing her up and over, crashing back on a cry that had him smiling, and wishing desperately that he wasn’t such a nice man.

 
 
 
Her eyes were already sliding shut as drowsiness and satisfaction oozed through her. Luke gave her one final kiss before forcing himself to get up and walk out of the room. He paused at the doorway, looked at her one last time. She was just so damn sweet, he thought. All fierce and spitting fire, but inside, she was kind and generous, honest and just...sweet. He shook his head, marveling, as he went to sleep in the other bedroom, alone.