Lorelie Brown is a frequent commenter here at It’s Not Chick Porn and a good friend to our blog. In fact, you might remember her from her awesome entries into those writing contests I used to throw (and I will again, I promise, once I find the time… and the dough). When I asked her if she could oblige us with a novella and she gave me this one, I squee’d. So fun. So sexy.

If you haven’t already, please read chapters one and two, three, four, and five.

Two years ago, Corrine McQuade was desperate to escape her father’s house. In a perfect world, she would have run to Adam Springton, handsome owner of the Gilded Angel saloon and the man she’d daydreamed about for years. Believing he saw her as only his sister’s best friend, Corrine struck out on her own, finding employment and creating the best life she could. Suddenly Adam is paying attention to her – the kind of attention that makes her skin tingle and heat and she’s tempted by a new chance at love.

But who ever heard of a happy ending for a whore?

Presenting the sixth chapter of Lorelie Brown’s Tarnished Angel…

Chapter Six

“So go. Aren’t you afraid of me taking revenge?”

She certainly was. That was one of the top most reasons she had bearded the lion in his den, because it would happen sooner or later. But she suddenly realized the blank expression he had was the one he only used during high stakes games. When he played for tokens with friends, he didn’t care and showed every thought. Calmly, Corrine folded up her jacket and set it on a nearby table. Her heart stopped thumping but her stomach fluttered. “No, I’m not.”

“Because you don’t think I’ll do it?”

Power crackled the air behind her. Adam silently approached and Corrine’s entire body responded, heating and melting. It was like lightening crackled between them. She turned, since she had to read his face when she said this. On one level, she was afraid Adam didn’t truly want her, that he saw her as merely available and convenient. Hopefully his reaction would silence that tiny voice forever.

“Because I think I’ll like it.”

Adam tensed and his eyes dilated and turned hurricane blue. Corrine barely had time to lick her lips before he was on her, wrapping her in his strong arms. They kissed, devouring each other and Adam lifted her onto a table. The row of tiny pearl buttons down her front separated as his fingers danced down them. Cool air washed over her heated skin. Her panting made it difficult to get a full breath but he loosened her corset and stripped it violently away. Strong fingers gripped her hips desperately, as if Adam were afraid she would try to get away. He engulfed a nipple in the liquid fire of his mouth even as he grazed his nails over the tender skin of her other breast. A moan escaped her and Corrine twisted the fine wool of his suit jacket. There were too many barriers between them, even as she was bare to the waist. She attacked his buttons, then forgot what she was doing as he softly bit her nipple. Helpless, she arched into the pleasure he corded around her.

With a twist of his shoulders, Adam shrugged off his jacket. A hook of his foot brought a chair beneath him, but he pulled her dress off before sitting. Corrine helped, lifting her hips. She was left in her chemise, loose around her slim shoulders, and her bloomers and stockings. She wanted to draw her legs together, but Adam was in the way, intently studying her body on his table like a meal. Gooseflesh crept over her. Corrine had no idea what he thought.

“God, you’re beautiful,'’ Adam breathed.

A giggle burbled up. Corrine couldn’t remember the last time she’d actually giggled. She knew down to her bones Adam wanted her. Now there was only to hope he didn’t leave her desperate as she’d left him. His gaze flicked up to hers and Corrine shivered. Adam touched her, running a finger up her tight slit. The moisture Corrine couldn’t control made his journey slick. He leaned closer and she felt the hot waft of his breath over her cunt. Her eyes fluttered shut and she thumped heavily back on her elbows. Gertie had talked about this, one evening in the parlor, but Corrine had never imagined it would happen to her.

Adam started just above her knee, alternating feather soft kisses and tiny, wet nips as he traveled up. The closer he got to her damp pussy, the tighter her ass clenched, trying to lift the barest fraction needed for contact. Instead, he returned to her opposite knee. She groaned and wrapped her fingers in the shimmery blond strands of his hair.

“Please,” she said. Corrine wanted to feel his lips on her. It would be nice to have a first with Adam, even if he never knew about it. After Adam lavished attention on every bit of her except the one she wanted desperately, he hovered over her hot center. Her breath paused in anticipation.

Then he tasted her.

Corrine dropped her head heavily to the wood table. She’d thought Adam could kiss but those skills were nothing compared to the talented things he could do with his tongue and teeth. Her muscles turned into summer honey, sweetly liquid. In the dim, quiet room there was only the slow burn of pleasure Adam twisted through her, nibbling and suckling. He reached up to cup her breasts and her hips began to quest up, uncontrollably. She was so close, panting and hearing her pulse roar in her ears. Dampness sprang up on her brow as licks of flame spread out from her center. Corrine shifted to the left, encouraging Adam to adjust. She only needed the slightest shift and she would be flying.

Adam stood and walked to the bar. Helpless to move, Corrine stared at him with her jaw open. What in heaven’s name was going on? This must be his revenge after all. It was quite the time to be wrong; she didn’t like this one bit. Adam rested a foot on the brass footrest below the bar and reached for a bourbon decanter. He looked about as cool as could be. His white shirt and the silk backing of his vest were unwrinkled, as if Corrine never twisted them in frantic handfuls. His hair was still neatly combed back and Corrine glanced around for a shoe to throw. Unfortunately one had ended up by the stairs across the room and the other seemed to be missing.

Adam poured himself a glass and Corrine’s eyes narrowed. The stream shook and jittered unevenly. When Adam picked up the cut glass tumbler, the amber liquid sloshed a tiny bit. He wasn’t near as unaffected as he wished to appear.

Two could play at this game.

By the time Adam turned around, Corrine had propped herself on an elbow and wore only an insouciant grin. Touching her own ribcage made her shiver. “That wasn’t very nice,'’ she purred.

He took a drink. “I know, but I enjoyed it.” The bourbon waved toward her in a salute. “Much as you did when it had been your turn.”

“Touché. I feel like I might crawl out of my skin.” Her nipple was still damp from Adam’s mouth and tongue. She rolled it gently.

Adam’s gaze fixed on her. A rush of power swept through her, battling for control with the arousal that already heated her blood. Sensuously, she ran her hand down the center of her body, bumping over the ridge of her ribs. Her navel was a shallow divot that she circled before reaching lower, to her crisp curls. Adam’s throat worked as he swallowed tightly. “I don’t think I can handle it,” she said, lowering her voice mournfully. Running a finger through her slit made her hips buck. She licked her own cream off the finger. “Mmm, I can see why you stayed down there so long,” Corrine whispered before returning her fingers to her wetness. When she touched the tight bundle of nerves that was the source of her torment, her body bucked, a restless wave searching for a shore to crash on. The slickness under her hand was magical and she closed her eyes as she rubbed along her side. Tingles spread down her limbs, turning her body into water. “You don’t know what you’re missing out on,” she breathed.

“Oh I know,” he growled.

Corrine’s eyes snapped open. Unheard, Adam had approached and stood at her pointed toes. The skin over his cheekbones drew tight and his eyes glittered in the dim light. Her pussy was open under his watch, glistening. If her blood wasn’t diverted to other, wondrous pleasures, Corrine might have blushed. Or maybe not. The hungry beast of his desire, held barely at bay, might prevent it. She hooked an ankle around his ass and yanked him toward her. If he’d wished, Adam could have held his ground. Instead he moved with her, stepping so his thighs held hers open. The rasp of wool was almost too much.

“Take me,” she said. Still he hesitated, though he gripped her thighs tight, his thumbs digging into her tendons. His brows drew down and he gave a little shake of his head, like he was trying to clear it. Obviously Adam had no idea what to do now that she wasn’t responding like he expected. Reaching up, Corrine wrapped an arm around Adam’s neck and pulled so she was half rising. He loomed over her. Their faces were a breath away and then their pelvises came together so that with every wiggle of her hand in her cunt, she felt the thick length of his cock. Deep within his eyes she read doubt and indecision but most of all lust.

“Fuck me,” she said, then darted her tongue across his lips.

It was all over then. Or perhaps she could say it was just beginning. Adam yanked off his clothes with a violent impatience. A tinny sound echoed as a brass button made contact with something metal. Corrine didn’t care to look. She was too absorbed in the vision once again being bared before her. Her hand stilled on her pussy as she took in the warm expanse of Adam’s broad chest. He shucked his pants down his hips. Corrine had seen several men with their pants pooled around their ankles and thought they’d looked silly. Not Adam. Even now, he looked more arrogant than anything else, with his thick cock jutting proudly toward her.

Adam cupped her hips and drew her to the edge of the table. Belatedly, Corrine moved to draw her fingers away as he lined up his flared head to her glistening cunt. A hand on hers stopped her. He manipulated her, using her hand like a puppet to play around her clit.

“Don’t stop,” he said in a guttural rumble that made Corrine want to crow with triumph. “I want to watch you pleasure yourself, even as I fuck you.'’

Corrine nodded. Words were beyond her. Smooth and sudden, Adam sank into her. He was huge, stretching her in a delicious burn. They came together and her hand was trapped between, adding more pressure. Corrine felt overwhelmed in the best way possible. Her knees turned to water and flashing tingles wound through her body. Adam began to stroke in and out, then curled over her to take a tight nipple in his mouth. Her body arched. She ground her head into the hard tabletop.

Sensation came at her from all sides. There was no escape. The kneading pull of his hands on her ass, the steady massage of his dick, the dancing play of his tongue over her nipple. Her own palm crushed over her clit. “I can’t, I won’t.” She didn’t even know what she was trying to say.

“Good,” Adam responded to her nonsense. He nipped at the perked crest of her breast, timed with a hard push of his hips.

Corrine melted. The pleasure spread out from her center in great, smashing bursts that left her muscles limp. White blooms exploded behind her closed eyelids. In a great whooping gust her air returned and Corrine used it to moan. With a few more strokes, Adam joined her and froze as he came deep inside.

Adam gathered her up and collapsed in the chair behind him. Corrine found herself draped over him, a boneless puddle of molasses. She burrowed into his neck. A quick flick of her tongue made him shudder beneath her. He tasted of salt. His broad hands petted her back and he put his face to her hair.

“That was amazing.”

“Mm-mm.” She was beyond words.

“Did you get what you were after?'’

‘’Mm-mm.”

“Which was?”

It figured the man would want to talk. The light dusting of chest hair under her fingers was silky. “You. Wanting me.”

“Men want you all the time.”

So much for her lovely lassitude. Her muscles pulled tight. She’d just destroyed one of her few amicable ties. She never should have come here. He wouldn’t be able to handle the fact that she’d sold the body that was sitting in his lap. “They’ve had me, too.” She kept her voice pitched low intentionally. The words were explosive enough; there was no need to add to the possible situation with her tone.

Whoever said silence was golden had obviously not been in their right mind. Silence was the grey dingy color of unwashed linens. She’d done it; she’d wrecked what was left of her life. Maybe she really did have a self destructive streak, like Father always said.

Finally Adam sighed. ‘’I know I’m expected to be offended by that fact. Instead my mind circles back to the fact that you offered yourself to me of your own will and I wonder why, what you wanted of this.”

“I wanted you and you lusted for me,” she began, but then realized that wasn’t quite what she wanted to say. It was hard to put into words but Adam waited patiently while she gathered her thoughts. She gestured loosely to the world outside their little cocoon. “Many men have wanted me, you’re right. But they wanted my body, or the right to brag that they’d had the most expensive whore in town. Petty victory in this small a town, I know.” She looked up, into Adam’s clear, understanding face, and took courage. She smoothed away the shallow furrow between his brow. “You see all of me. The good and the bad. You always have. Just once, I wanted that for myself.” That furrow snapped back into place.

“Just once,” he echoed.

“Yes.” Here it ended. Was she cruel, toying with Adam like this? She’d wished to know that the possibility of them existed. The cruel thing to do would be to actually grab on. She’d end up with her heart stomped. Corrine slid off Adam’s lap and began to gather her clothes. She pulled her chemise over her head, then had to twist away from Adam’s grasp.

“Explain yourself.”

She shrugged as she continued to dress. “We only had this once. There won’t be another.”

“I beg to differ. There’s no reason not to meet again. Neither of our reputations are at stake and we are both free to come and go as we please.”

It was a mistake to look at him. Adam sprawled in the chair, one leg extended casually and the other bent in, creating a frame for his cock. His arms crossed over his chest and tension pulled his muscles tight. Mentally, Corrine slapped herself. He was solidly back in the category of can’t have.

“I suppose it’s my turn to differ. We are not free to come and go.”

“Name one constraint on my activities.” One eyebrow arched.

“Phylissa.'’

Adam blanched.

Her stomach tried to claw its way into her throat. “Four years of proper behavior have earned her a tenuous foot hold in Inverness,” she said. “Marrying Jonas, as we both believe she will, will help more. God knows what will happen if her friend and her brother are discovered to be having an affair.” And when Corrine managed to convince Lissa they needed to cut ties all together, she’d be even better off.

A bitter grimace twisted Adam’s mouth. “If I’d known I wouldn’t get a chance at you again, I wouldn’t have fucked you on a table.”

Stay tuned next week for Chapter Seven…

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Lorelie Brown is a goddess walking among us. She works for the US Government and is married to a paratrooper who’s very stingy with his X chromosomes. As a result, they’re trying to turn three hellions into well behaved little boys. She can order a beer in five languages and is one of those annoying people who always win at Trivial Pursuit.

Occasionally she even remembers to move the laundry from the washer to the dryer.

This an original story given generously to us by Lorelie Brown. DO NOT post any part of this story on your site without attribution to Lorelie or a holla-back at her site. That’s not cool. Always give credit where credit is due, yo.

Note: Hey, other writer-types, do you want to contribute to The Serial? If so, email me and I’ll hook you up, yo.

Till, then… Love, peace, and snarkage, my babies. Peace!

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