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Tiny Dancer(Divine Creek Ranch 13)(56)

By: Heather Rainier


Get through this evening and think about it later. Hank’s words from earlier came back to her, about the perpetrator searching for something. But what?





Chapter Twelve




Halloween rolled around two days after Camilla’s car was torn up. Although Ben noticed that Camilla was more subdued since it’d happened, he liked that she didn’t let the incident kill her enjoyment of the holiday, even though it meant he and Quinten had been talked into dressing up.

He sat still in front of the master bathroom vanity and groused as she applied his makeup. “Why doesn’t Quinten have to go through this?” He complained, but he let her have her fun, figuring that it was just more brownie points for the both of them and one more step toward her seeing they could have a thriving relationship and still work together.

They’d taken her back to her house the afternoon before so she could pack up the Halloween costumes she’d gotten for them. If she didn’t look so cotton-picking pleased with herself, he’d complain until she let him off the hook, but seeing her have her fun had become important to him.

“Don’t worry. I’m getting to him next. You need this in order to pull Jack Sparrow off. Hold still.”

“Ow!” His eyes watered as she lined them with a black eye pencil. He cursed his dark coloring that had won him the role of Jack Sparrow from Pirates of the Caribbean.

“Stop squirming.”

“Uh, I’m not used to this. I’m a guy.”

Camilla made a purring sound. “Don’t remind me, baby. I know you’re all man.”

“Quinten doesn’t have to wear a wig. Not fair.”

She rolled her eyes and made a pouty, mimicking face before giggling at him. Her teasing mood did fluttery things to his heart. “Your wig is attached to the pirate hat. Quit complaining. You’re kinda sexy with those dark, mysterious eyes, Captain Sparrow.” She squealed when he slid his hands up the sleek fabric of her breeches, under her long pirate coat, and cupped her luscious derriere.

Camilla had opted to dress as Elizabeth Swann, the pirate heroine. Ben thought the costume was pretty damn sexy, too. She’d topped the snug pants with a leather corset under the pirate’s doublet and wore a tricorn hat at a sporty angle over her wildly tossed curls. The thigh-high boots she wore to complete the ensemble had him remembering how she’d taken them off the last time she’d worn them.

Quinten grinned at him from the master bedroom, swiping his sword back and forth, testing it out. “Hey, does Captain Jack get laid in any of those movies? I know Will Turner does, but—”

Camilla giggled and threw a towel at him. “That’s enough of that, now. In our version of the story he does. If they’d let Grace write that screenplay it would’ve had a whole different ending. ‘The three of them lived happily ever after.’” She patted Ben on the shoulder and said, “Sorry, baby. You’ll probably get asked that question a bunch tonight. Rest assured, if I have anything to say about it, Captain Jack gets a smokin’ hot threesome.”

Ben growled as she finally finished lining his eyes, and he pulled her into his lap so she could feel firsthand how he “felt” about that. He tickled her until she giggled and threatened to wet her breeches.

“Maybe that’s the payment we’ll extract from you later tonight for talking us into playing dress-up with you.”

Quinten appeared in the door like he had radar, waiting for her answer.

“I’d love it.”

She melted in Ben’s arms as he tilted her head back and kissed her. He sighed with pleasure as she returned his kiss, her lips sweet like nectar to a bee. The hat she wore slipped off her head onto the floor, and she seemed to not notice as she wound her arms around his neck.

Ben finally released her lips, sitting up with a groan. His cock didn’t care that they had the whole evening ahead of them. It wanted attention right then. She was breathless and dazed as she smiled up at him, and he knew she’d give in to anything he requested. But she’d gone to a lot of trouble with her costume and with theirs, and Ben didn’t want to ruin all her hard work.

He sat her upright and pressed a kiss to her cleavage, burying his nose there for a second before growling. “You’re lucky we’re all duded up, my pirate wench, otherwise I’d have you stripped bare nekkid in two seconds flat.”

Camilla snorted. “Duded up?”

“Yup. Technical term. But I wish I could nibble this derriere right now,” he added with a squeeze to the tush in question. “Time to make Quinten pretty now too.” He turned and gaped at the mirror’s reflection and Camilla burst into laughter when he squinted and pursed his lips in a pretty good impression of Johnny Depp’s character.