Colorado Mountain series by Kristen Ashley

“Ain’t no Maxwell here to have your back, is there?” Damon snarled in my face, I couldn’t see him, not really, but I knew it was him.

I made no retort because I couldn’t. I was choking.

This went on for awhile as I scratched at his arm and kicked out as his legs, the whole time desperately fighting for breath. But he was stronger than me and the only time I connected with his shin, he pushed his arm deeper into my throat and the pain was excruciating.

“Been waitin’ awhile, English, to get mine back,” he whispered then stepped back and released me.

My hands went to my throat as I started to bend double, my lungs on fire. I was drawing in a deep breath but he wasn’t done.

As I bent, his hand came up and he clocked me backhanded on my cheekbone exactly where he’d connected before. This time, still breathless and nowhere near recovered from his choking me, I fell to my hands and knees.

I barely landed when he kicked me in the ribs and my body jerked with the blow as the pain, such pain I’d never experienced, not even at the hands of Brent, knifed through my middle like a wide, hot blade.

Focused on the pain, I didn’t have it in me to evade or even struggle when his hands went under my armpits to pull me up to my feet. As I was favoring my ribs, my arm wrapped protectively around them still trying to catch my breath, I couldn’t even lift a hand to defend myself as his fist connected with my nose and I felt the pain followed by an instant flooding of fluid in my nose. He righted me for a better target and then his fist came back for the second round. The pain blew out in an array from my eye and I went back down to my knees and one hand, the other one still cradling my ribs, blinking away stars and sucking in breath.

Damon leaned over me. “Teach you, English. Yeah?”

Then, as quick as he came on me, the door closed and he was gone.

I pulled in breath, the ache in my ribs stabbing as I did it, but even so, I drew in another then another. Then I crawled to the door, locked it and then, using the handle, I pulled myself up to my feet.

I stumbled to the bathroom and turned on the light, seeing the blood running from my nose, down my mouth, off my chin onto my sweater. I grabbed a towel, pressed it to my nose, peered into the mirror and saw the swelling around my eye and cheekbone had already started.

Tears slid up my ravaged throat but I swallowed them down and tasted blood.

Sweetheart, put ice on your eye, now, sit still, get your head together then go to Max, Charlie said into my head.

I did what he said, though not all of it. I got ice and I lay on the bed holding the pack on my eye and cheek with one hand, the towel to my nose with the other and I knew if I fell asleep without taking the ice to the sink there was no one to take it gently out of my hand. Instead, tomorrow, I’d wake up with a puddle in the bed.

But I fell asleep all the same. This was because, while I was lying there, I cried horrendous, body-wracking sobs that really, really hurt my ribs.

And crying always exhausted me.

* * * * *

My body jolted awake when the pounding came at the door and I blinked into the darkness as fear shafted through my system.

He was back.

God, what was I thinking? I should have left. Driven to Denver. Gone anywhere. Why did I stay where he knew I was?

My mind blanked of thought and I jerked agonizingly upright in bed as I heard the door open.

Oh my God.

I was now really in a horror movie with a crazed, mountain man gone bad stalker after me, in a cabin in the woods all alone. Everyone knew you steered clear of cabins in woods! They even had some crazy psycho serial killer who owned cabins in woods and tortured couples in one on an episode of Criminal Minds.

What was I thinking?

I rolled across the bed, ignoring the burning in my ribs and gained my feet with the bed between me and the door when I saw the shadowed form in the doorframe.

“Get out!” I screeched as loud as I could, knowing Norm wouldn’t hear me, he wore hearing aids and asked “pardon” a lot, but hoping Gladys would.

The overhead light went on and Max stood in the doorframe. The instant I saw him, I stopped breathing.

What was he doing there?

His face at first was searching but when his eyes took me in, his expression turned instantly ravaged.

“What… the… fuck?” he whispered, his gravelly voice so low, it slithered across the room at me like a snake.

I realized then that I was holding the sodden, now iceless towel in one hand, the bloody one in the other and I could just imagine what my face looked like. Not to mention my sweater for I’d gone to sleep in my clothes, not even taking off my boots.

I ignored these things, stared at Max then asked the first thing that had come to my mind.

“What are you doing here?”

“What the f**k?” Max repeated.

“Max, what are you doing here?”

One second he was across the room, a bed between us, the next he was standing right in front of me, toe-to-toe. His hands were cupping my jaws and his eyes were moving over my face or, more precisely, my nose, cheek and eye.

Then his gaze locked on mine.

“Duchess, what happened to you?” he asked softly.

“Max –”

“Baby, answer me.”

“I don’t –”

His hands tightened, not painfully but I knew he was done verbalizing his commands. He just simply wanted me to obey.

“Damon,” I whispered and watched Max’s eyes close slowly.

Then he opened them and asked, “What happened?”

I shook my head but answered, “I don’t know. I was here for awhile, sitting by the river then I went to Norm and Gladys’s for dinner –”

Max blinked and asked, “Norm and Gladys?”

“My neighbors.”

“Your neighbors?”

“Yes, cabin number three. We had pork chops and apple pie, um… not together, of course, apple pie was dessert. We had mashed potatoes, gravy and green beans with the pork chops and, um… ice cream with the pie.”

Why was I babbling?

Max pressed his lips together and I wasn’t sure but he looked like maybe he was considering laughing or, alternately, yelling before he stopped pressing them together and suggested, “Let’s get to the Damon part.”

“Okay.” I nodded, happy to be back on target and not making a prat of myself. “Anyway, I was walking back to my cabin from dinner and I opened my door, Damon was there, he pushed me through and… well…” I threw out a hand for the rest was obvious.

“When did this happen?”