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Brimstone Series Book 1 (Downing Abbey) – Epilogue

**(Abigail)**

‘You look perfect,’ Jillian swooned, clasping her hands together. ‘I can’t believe how well you pull this old dress off.’

‘Thanks,’ I croaked. This was the same dress my mother was married in. Ever since I’ve known her, she was soft around the edges, and it’s crazy to think that this was hers. ‘I can’t believe it’s my mom’s. It’s so damn tight! Wait, don’t tell her I said that!’ Everything was more emotional today, and I was saying whatever came to mind.

The flap to our tent opened, and Luke walked in, a look of shock and confusion on his face. He was speechless for a second, giving Jillian time to scold. ‘What are you doing here?’ she berated. ‘This is so bad for the joojoo, you need to get out!’

‘I – sorry,’ he stammered, ‘I thought this was –’ He cut himself off, and strode the few feet separating us, launching his mouth onto mine, releasing a moan from my throat. I didn’t care that his hands were pressing even further into my already-crushed waist and I all but forgotten we weren’t alone. Read more »

Downing Abbey – Chapter 19

**(Abigail)**

*Wham!*

The gavel was swung and I had a smile the length of Tennessee on my face, as Cheryl and I locked eyes. She was all pursed lips and clasped fingers, and fighting back tears.

I hugged my team of lawyers beside me consisting of Luke and Jillian. She demanded to be second chair when she found out, and said that they ‘needed a woman.’ I completely agreed, and we used it to put our firefight past us.

I gave a thumbs up and a smile to Jacob, Chris, and Steve, looking like they just stepped off the set of *Suits*, and each stood up, applauding the decision.

I waved to Stacey, who was temporarily back in New York. She was a smashing hit in her HR job, but the long hours and multiple mistresses – seriously Todd? Your loss asswipe – tore their relationship apart. She needed some time away from D.C., and I was happy to have a roommate again.

I weaved my way to the back of the courtroom, where Cheryl was sitting alone. Read more »

Downing Abbey – Chapter 18

**(Lucas)**

My hand was trembling from adrenaline as it slid upwards from her knee, rotating to the back of her thigh and under her skirt. Squeezing what was once and will always be mine, a rush of possession consumed me and I didn’t hold it back.

She let out a muffled moan that angled her head back, biting that lower lip that I was also thirsty to claim, and swung around, meeting her ripe backside to me.

Her exposed neck was honey to a bee, and I quickly latched onto that sensitive spot below her ear, sucking and licking with the intent to leave a mark for weeks, and her shrieks were the gasoline that kept my tongue going.

With her ass pressing into me and her bosom in my hands, her clothes were a barrier that I needed gone, and I nearly ripped it all off her and bent her over right there. The thought of slamming into her again was almost unbearable.

‘Fuck Abigail I missed you,’ I snarled into her ear, releasing my oral vice. ‘I’ve fucking missed you.’ Read more »

Downing Abbey – Chapter 17

**(Lucas)**

I was hoping for Abigail, so my heart leapt when the door actually cracked open.

Seeing those brown eyes was the confirmation, and I barely noticed that the rest of the woman was aged about thirty years. She was softer around the edges, but the same beautiful brown hair, bright eyes, and warm smile completed her demeanor.

My mouth opened slightly and my eyes narrowed about the same amount, contemplating what this meant.

I wondered if I had traveled forwards through a channel of time, and the inevitable father was showing me what I would be missing out on. Perhaps on the other side of the door was her children, now already teenagers perhaps, and another man, her husband.

That man would not be me.

But instead of pimply teens and a lucky Joe, I was met with a wet, blonde canine with unruly, curly fur. It sprung up on its hind legs, imprinting wet paw marks on my slacks. I felt its paws, meaning I wasn’t simply an omniscient scout ferried by father time.

‘Oh dear,’ future-Abigail said. ‘I’m so sorry!’ And she fell into a laugh. Read more »

Downing Abbey – Chapter 16

**Happy New Years Everyone**

**(Lucas)**

*Crack.*

‘A few more games, and I’ll be able to retire early,’ I mocked as I pocketed Chris’ twenty, pointing at the corner socket where the 8-ball was just sunk.

‘And you’ll be so miserable you won’t know what to do with yourself,’ he said punching my shoulder playfully, though a light punch from Chris was like having a light Thanksgiving dinner – still heavy by most standards. ‘Either of you want another round?’ he asked to the two guys in the booth behind us with eyes glued to the basketball game on the TV.

‘No I think I’ll cut my losses,’ Steve frowned.

‘Yeah you need every dollar to pay for your sins,’ Jacob sniggered, eliciting a rough elbow nudge from Steve.

‘Shut up!’ Steve warned, while Chris and I shared a humorous, confused look.

Steve fended off every questioning jab as we walked to the car, and now I *had* to know. Steve thrived off gossip and was an open book most days, so this had to be something he *really* wanted to keep secret. Read more »

Downing Abbey – Chapter 2

**(Lucas)**

‘You won’t believe what Garrett has been up to,’ Jillian said. I shook my head when I heard that name. Garrett. Not dad. *Never* dad. In fact, I don’t even remember the last time any of us called him anything but his first name. All things considered, it beats what we want to call him: Pain in the ass.

Mondays usually began with three coffees sugared to give a toddler pre-diabetes, but I haven’t had the time to eat my melting scone, much less go for coffee. Where the fuck is that office assistant? It’s not even lunchtime yet but I’ve already watched one client rip journalist asshole on national television while forty-five minutes was devoted playing therapist to another on his fourth failed marriage. This shit wasn’t Law and Order.

‘Nothing surprises me anymore about him, but try me,’ I sighed. I noticed the mountain of files Simco was trying to drown me in at the corner of my desk, and it looked like Chinese takeout in the office at midnight.

Again. Read more »

Downing Abbey – Chapter 15

**(Abigail)**

The stools were a little too high, I thought as the bartender flashed me a smile after my second round of scotch. On the rocks, just like my mental state.

The room was different shades of walnut and alder, hardly a fitting setting for the retirees and businessmen over the hump. The surface of the bar was a grey marble slate curved above its wooden stand, where we sat, and dapper jazz played low in our ears.

‘Burgandy Street Blues.’

‘What?’ I responded, head in my palm and elbow on the marble counter.

‘It’s a George Lewis classic. You weren’t even a thought in my mind at that point yet,’ she said, hands orchestrating to the sharp notes of the saxophone.

‘I forget sometimes that you were young once too,’ I murmured with a smile. The alcohol was just starting to kick in, and while I normally kept my wits about me in bars, I felt safe with my mom. Read more »

Downing Abbey – Chapter 14

**(Lucas)**

It’s amazing how many times a person can puke on an empty stomach.

I haven’t been able to keep any food down all week, though I’m not sure if what the 7-11 downstairs sell can be classified as food. Call me high-brow but hard perogies and cold wings weren’t exactly soul food.

In the same pair of sweats that I ran in this morning, I was splayed across my couch, watching ESPN and counted eight bottles of beer on the table counter.

Below my daily average for the week, but the day was still young.

I’d been living in a state of half-daze, the only things I could feel were painful as fuck, so I preferred the numbness of a perpetual half-drunken state, and whenever I felt myself lifting back into full-consciousness, another Sam Adams ferried me right back.

I shut myself in all week, and this morning I woke up feeling that thread of sanity becoming dangerously thin. I didn’t want any human interaction – even the nonsensical grumbles I shared with Jared at the Sev was too much, so I decided a run was a good middle ground. I’d at least be *among* people. Read more »

Downing Abbey – Chapter 13

**(Abigail)**

While July was the time to rock pencil skirts and sleeveless blouses, I felt the need to hide more than ever. There were only a handful of initiates who I shared my private encounters with, and my parents were certainly not on that list.

It’s been three weeks since we spoke, and if I was being honest that made me feel an inch tall. I tried to keep a weekly schedule, but somehow a phone call with them was always pushed into the “optional” category. Sitting cross-legged on my living room couch, I grabbed a blanket and dialed their number, and it almost rang out before mom picked up.

‘Well if it isn’t our Apples. See Stan, I knew she’d call soon. Your dad thought you’d forgotten about us honey.’ Her voice was a balm for me, and I snuggled closer into the throw rug.

‘Mom, don’t do that. Don’t make me feel even more guilty than I already do,’ I murmured into the receiver. I wanted to give her a hug and then tell her all about Luke – one was impossible and the other . . . well I didn’t need that kind of overbearing protectiveness all over my ass right now. Read more »