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  Sins of the Past

  Lorna Marco is known as town slut because of her mother's reputation. Too bad she’s a virgin and has done nothing to earn that reputation. Although the town has no problems letting her know what they feel about her, she is determined to ignore the taunts and go on with her life. All that changes when Jacob moves to town and directly across the street from her.

  Jacob Benson, a former Navy SEAL injured on a mission, moves to town to recuperate and decide what to do with the rest of his life. He’s drawn to Lorna and wants her, even if the rumors about her are true. When his best friend, Cole Michaels, shows up, sparks fly between the three of them and together they become determined to make Lorna theirs.

  One explosive night of passion leads them all to believe they may have a chance at a relationship until danger comes to town.

  Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Romantic Suspense

  Length: 46,386 words

  SINS OF THE PAST

  Keyonna Davis

  MENAGE AMOUR

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

  www.SirenPublishing.com

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  SINS OF THE PAST

  First E-book Publication: September 2013

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  SINS OF THE PAST

  KEYONNA DAVIS

  Copyright © 2013

  Chapter 1

  Someone was definitely getting their ass kicked soon. Lorna Marco had tried her best not to let the taunts and pranks from the town get to her, but this time someone took things too far. They messed with her baby, her pride and joy, and now they were going to pay. Fuming, Lorna grabbed a bucket and scrub brush and went out to her driveway. There it was in big, bold red letters across the windshield of her 1969 Camaro SS. She had literally put her blood, sweat, and tears into restoring that car and she loved it like it was her own child.

  “Goddamn bastards!” she raged.

  The town could say what they wanted about her, but writing SLUT across the front windshield of her car in big bold letters was sacrilegious in her book. Why would someone want to do something so cruel to her baby?

  “If those bastards messed up the paint, I swear to god I’ll gut every last one of them.” Lorna set her bucket of supplies down and stomped off around to the back of the house to find a hosepipe.

  When she had woken up that morning, Lorna had plans of spending a nice Sunday relaxing alone at home. There was nothing unusual about the alone part, she spent most days like that due to her unwanted and undeserved reputation. The relaxing part was what she had been looking forward to. It was rare that she had nothing to do, but she had just finished her last project and it was on the way to a happy client, based on the pictures she had sent him. She decided to take a day off before she started her next project. Now, it wasn’t even quite eight in the morning and she was already dealing with the town idiots. She wanted to crawl back into bed and start over, but Lorna knew she couldn’t. There was no way she would be able to rest until she knew her baby was blemish-free.

  After finding the water hose, she dragged it around to the front of the house, cursing the whole way. There was no way she could leave her car parked in the drive after today. She would be too paranoid that someone would attack it again. Her car was an innocent bystander in the feud the town had against her and it was her duty to protect it. It seemed nothing was sacred anymore. That meant once she was done cleaning the car, Lorna was going to have to clean out the spare car parts littering her garage so she could have space to park her baby inside. She couldn’t leave the car parts on the drive because that would just give the town more of a reason to harass her. They already considered her trash. There was no reason to add more fuel to the fire, so it looked like she would be making a trip to the shop anyway to take the spare parts. In other words, her nice, quiet, relaxing Sunday was shot to hell.

  “I swear if I find out who did this to you I’ll kill ’em.” She patted the hood of the car. “I’m so sorry, baby. You didn’t deserve this.”

  Lorna got to work cleaning the windshield. While she was at it, she decided to clean the whole car. By the time she was done, she was soaking wet. It wasn’t until she was flipping some idiot off who drove by propositioning her from his car window, that Lorna realized what she was wearing. She had just woken up and was on her first mug of coffee when she looked out her front window and saw what had been done to her car. In her haste to make sure her baby wasn’t further damaged, she ran out the door without thinking. Now, standing there in he
r in her front yard dripping with water and soap suds, she realized she was still in the boy shorts and ribbed white tank top she had gone to bed in.

  No matter what the town said or thought about her, going outside half-dressed wasn’t something Lorna normally did. Standing in the yard with her hands on her hips, she glanced down at her soaking wet tank top. “Lord, I can totally see my nipples in this shirt.”

  * * * *

  Jacob Benson sprayed coffee out of his mouth and across his front porch when he heard his neighbor across the street comment on her nipples. He had to agree, he could totally see her nipples, even from where he was sitting. Not that he was complaining about the view or anything. In fact, he definitely liked what he saw. His neighbor was hot. She had caramel skin and short, black pixie hair. From where he sat, he couldn’t tell her eye color or really get a good view of her face, but he saw her body, and what a body it was. She looked to be about average height, around five feet five inches. She wasn’t model--skinny, but she wasn’t heavy either. She was just right in Jacob’s opinion. He was a large guy and she was just his type. He didn’t want a woman he was scared he would break, not that he was interested in one at the moment.

  He turned his attention back to the woman’s nipples. He was a breast man and his neighbor was well endowed in that area. He saw himself using them as pillows. That was if he had moved to town for that type of thing. He was there to recover and figure out what the next step in his life would be. Jacob didn’t need the complication of a relationship. Still, it didn’t hurt to look.

  He had moved in a little over a week ago and that morning was the first time he had seen his neighbor. He had noticed the sweet, candy-apple-red Camaro with white racing stripes sitting in the drive, but he was never able to catch a glimpse of the driver. Now, Jacob was glad his aching knee drove him to the front porch. The show he was currently watching from his feisty neighbor was definitely worth the pain.

  From his angle, Jacob wasn’t able to see what was painted on the windshield of the car, but the way the woman came running out of the house cursing and stomping, whatever it was must have been bad. He had been in the military for twenty years. Twelve of those he spent as a Navy SEAL, so nothing shocked him anymore. At least he thought so until his petite neighbor came storming out of her house spewing obscenities. He knew without a doubt she would have fit right in with his men with that mouth of hers.

  Jacob was fascinated with the woman. As she shrugged off the nipple comment and continued cleaning and talking to her car like it was a real person, he took another sip of his coffee and settled in to watch what she would do next. So far, she was the most entertainment he had seen from the small town since he had moved there.

  He thought of his best friend, Cole. Jacob would never admit it, even with a gun pressed to his head, but he missed the guy. They had each joined the SEAL team at the same time and had quickly become inseparable. That was until Jacob took a bullet to the knee. He felt guilty leaving Cole to watch his own back, but with his knee having to be totally replaced, there was no way he could stay in the military. He would have been a danger to his team and he couldn’t do that to them. He had a feeling Cole would have liked his neighbor, though. He would have gotten a kick out of her feisty behavior and seen it as a challenge for him to conquer.

  When his neighbor started dragging heavy car parts out of her garage and loading them into the trunk of her car, Jacob wondered what she was doing. He wanted to go over and help, but with him still on crutches and barely able to get around, he knew he would have just been in the way. Besides, he liked watching her round ass cheeks peek out from the bottom of the tiny shorts she was wearing every time she bent over. His cock responded with a twitch at the sight. He should have felt guilty, but at the moment, all Jacob felt was lust.

  He was almost sad when the woman disappeared into the house and came back out ten minutes later dressed in oil-stained jeans and a T-shirt. She was still cursing as she marched to the car and got in. With the way she was acting, Jacob expected her to slam the door, but she surprised him by shutting it as gently as she possibly could. The car purred to life and he watched as his neighbor backed out of the drive. When she was even with his position on the porch, he was shocked when the woman looked over at him and winked. She revved the car engine, and with a “Woo hoo!” peeled out, leaving a trail of smoke and tire rubber on the street.

  Jacob threw his head back and laughed. His neighbor obviously knew he had been sitting there the whole time. For the first time since he had been discharged from the hospital and the military, he felt carefree enough to laugh. His neighbor was truly one fascinating woman. She made him want to break his own rule about not getting involved with anyone.

  Chapter 2

  Lorna laughed as she headed to her shop. She loved fucking with people. It was a bad habit she had developed over time, but it wasn’t her fault. She blamed the nosy, narrow-minded town. She hadn’t known her new neighbor was sitting there watching her until she heard him cough. Of course, then there was no way she could go change her clothes. He had already seen her in them and if she had gone to change, he would have thought she did it because of him. She had one rule and that was to never let them see her sweat. To never let anyone see her embarrassed because that only made matters worse. The townspeople were like wolves. They preyed on the weakest, and that was definitely what they considered her.

  Lorna hadn’t met her new neighbor yet, but she had seen him coming and going. He had been there over a week so she was pretty sure that was enough time for the locals to warn him about how close he was living to the daughter of the town whore. The bad thing about it was she couldn’t even deny the accusation. Even she had to admit her mother was no stranger when it came to sexual relationships. To say that her mother was promiscuous was a huge understatement.

  What Lorna didn’t understand was how the locals automatically assumed she was guilty by association. Because her mother was a whore, she was considered one as well. They were all assholes in her opinion. The summer before her eighth grade year, Lorna went from being flat-chested to having c-cups. That was when the boys started noticing her, and the girls started hating her. From then on she was told she was going to be just like her mother. The sad thing was she was nothing like the woman. Sadly, Lorna was a twenty-nine-year-old virgin.

  Laughing out loud at the irony, she pulled up to her shop and went to unlock the door. She began unloading the parts out of the trunk of her car, organizing them as she went. She didn’t want to mess up her orderly place. Her car may have been her pride and joy, but she wouldn’t have it if it wasn’t for her shop. The shop was the only other thing she could say was completely hers. One of her mother’s boyfriends, or Lorna’s “uncles” as her mother liked for her to call them, had left the shop to her when he died. She loved Uncle John like he was her real father and he had treated her like a daughter. Instead of yelling at her for following him around and getting in his way, at nine years old, he began to teach her everything he knew about working on cars.

  The day Lorna came home from school and found all of Uncle John’s things gone, she had cried for hours, cursing her mother. She knew his leaving had to have been her fault. He had lasted two years with her mom, which was a record, and Lorna had started to hope her mother had finally found the one. Seeing his belongings gone had devastated her. She packed her bags and ran straight to Uncle John’s shop. Of course, he had made her return home, but he never turned her away after that. Lorna started showing up every day after school. She spent more time at the shop than she did at home. Needless to say, after the words she had with her mother, they barely tolerated each other from that day on. She never forgave her mother for cheating on Uncle John, and she had a feeling her mother resented her for her relationship with the man.

  Lorna looked around her shop and sighed. “Since I’m already here, I might as well get to work.” The next project on her list was restoring an old 1952 Volkswagen Beetle. The owner had found it sitting i
n his father’s garage and wanted it fixed up to give to his daughter as a sweet sixteen present. Lorna smiled, thinking of her own sixteenth birthday present. It certainly wasn’t a car. The car was cute, but Lorna was more of a fan of American muscle cars. She wasn’t about to turn the money down, though.

  Through hard work, she had taken her Uncle John’s body shop and turned it into a restoration shop. Business was doing so well that she was able to stop doing auto repairs altogether and only focus on the restorations. People were normally shocked and skeptical when they first talked to her, but her work spoke for itself and most of her customers came through word of mouth. Requests came in from all over the country and Lorna was able to do what she loved to do best, which was take an old abandoned car and return it to its former glory. The fact that she got paid for her work was just icing on the cake.

  Looking at all the parts she had already collected for the Volkswagen, Lorna made a list of everything else she was going to need for the project. The hardest part of her job was finding original parts. Once she had everything she needed, then actually putting the car together was a piece of cake. With her list made, Lorna booted up her computer and got to work.

  The whole time she worked, Lorna thought about her new neighbor. From what she saw from across the street, the man was gorgeous. He had to be the biggest man she had ever seen, probably at least two hundred and seventy pounds or more. She could tell he stood about six feet five inches, maybe a little taller since he was hunched over his crutches. She had a feeling once the women in town got a look at the man, they would be all over him.