Thorn's Challenge Part 1

Thorn's Challenge.

by Brenda Jackson.

Prologue.

T ara Matthews hated weddings. ara Matthews hated weddings.

She had done a pretty good job of avoiding them until she had met the Westmorelands. Since then she had attended two weddings within an eighteen-month period. She'd had even been maid of honor when her good friend, Delaney Westmoreland, had married a desert sheikh almost a year and a half ago.

And today, like everyone else in the grand ballroom of the Sheraton Hotel in downtown Atlanta, she had come to celebrate the wedding of Delaney's brother, Dare Westmoreland to the woman he loved, Sh.e.l.ly Brockman.

The worst part, Tara thought as she glanced around her, was that she couldn't really complain about having to attend the weddings. Not when the Westmorelands had become the closest thing to a family she'd had since that fateful day in June two years ago. It was to have been her wedding day, but she had stood at the altar in complete shock after the groom, the man she had loved, who she thought had loved her, had announced to all three hundred guests that he couldn't go through with the wedding because he was in love with her maid of honor-the woman she'd considered her best friend for over fifteen years. That day Tara had left Bunnell, Florida, hurt and humiliated, and vowing to her family that she would never return.

And so far she hadn't.

A few days later she'd accepted a position as a resident pediatrician at a hospital in Bowling Green, Kentucky. Leaving her hometown had destroyed her and her father's dream of working together in his pediatric practice.

While working at the hospital in Kentucky, she had met Delaney Westmoreland, another pediatrician, and they had become the best of friends. She had also become good friends with four of Delaney's five older brothers, Dare, Stone and the twins, Chase and Storm. The initial meeting between her and the fifth brother, Thorn, had been rather rocky. She'd "gone off" on him about his unpleasant mood. Since then, they had pretty much avoided each other, which suited her just fine. At six foot-four, thirty-five-years of age, ruggedly handsome and s.e.xy as sin, Thorn Westmoreland was the last man she needed to be around; especially since whenever she saw him she thought of scented candles, naked bodies and silken sheets.

"I'm going to the ladies' room," she whispered to Delaney, who turned to her, nodded and smiled. Tara smiled back, understanding that the older woman Delaney was talking to wasn't letting her get a word in. Glancing at her watch to see how much longer she needed to put in an appearance, Tara made her way down a long, empty hallway to the restrooms.

Her thoughts drifted to the fact that next month she would be moving from Kentucky to the Atlanta area. She was moving because an older married doctor with clout at the Kentucky hospital had been obsessed with having her in his bed. When she'd rebuffed his advances, he'd tried making her work environment difficult. To avoid the s.e.xual hara.s.sment lawsuit she'd threatened to file, the hospital had decided to relocate her and Atlanta had been her first choice.

Tara was so busy putting her lipstick case back in her purse after leaving the restroom that she didn't notice the man coming out of the men's room at the same time, until they collided head on.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was-"

Any further words died on her lips when she saw that the man she had b.u.mped into was Thorn Westmoreland. He seemed as surprised to see her as she was to see him.

"Thorn."

"Tara."

He returned her greeting in an irritated tone as his intense dark eyes held her gaze. She frowned, wondering what he was upset about. He hadn't been looking where he was going any more than she had, so the blame wasn't all hers. But she decided to be cordial for once where he was concerned. "I apologize for not looking where I was going."

When he didn't say anything, but frowned and narrowed his eyes at her, Tara decided not to wait for a response that undoubtedly wasn't coming. She made a move to pa.s.s him, and it was then that she noticed he had not removed his hand from her arm. She looked down at his hand and then back at him.

"Thanks for keeping me from falling, Thorn, but you can let go of me now."

Instead of releasing her, his hold tightened and then he muttered something deep in his throat, which to Tara's ears sounded pretty much like, "I doubt if I can." Then, suddenly, without any warning, he leaned down and captured her lips with his.

The first thought that came to Tara's mind was that she had to resist him. But a second thought quickly followed; she should go ahead and get him out of her system since he had been there from the day they'd met. Shamefully she admitted that the attraction she'd felt for him was stronger than any she'd ever felt for a man, and that included Derrick Hayes, the man she had planned to marry.

The third thought that whipped through her mind was that Thorn Westmoreland definitely knew how to kiss. The touch of his tongue to hers sent a jolt through her so intense, her midsection suddenly felt like a flaming torch. Emotions, powerful and overwhelming, shot through her, and she whimpered softly as he deepened the kiss with bold strokes of his tongue, seizing any sound she made, effectively and efficiently staking a claim on her mouth.

A claim she didn't want him to make, but one he was making anyway.

He used his hands to cup her bottom boldly and instinctively she moved closer to him, coming into contact with his straining arousal. When she placed her arms around his neck, he arched his back, lifted her off the floor and brought her more snugly to him, hip-to-hip, thigh-to-thigh, and breast-to-breast. His taste, tinged with the slight hint of champagne, went right to her head, and a dizzy rush of need she couldn't explain sent blood rushing through all parts of her.

When he finally released her mouth and placed her back down on solid ground, they were both breathless. He didn't let go of her. He continued to hold her in his arms, nibbling on her neck, her chin and her lips before recapturing her mouth with his for another bone-melting kiss.

He sucked on her tongue tenderly, pa.s.sionately, slowly, as though he had all the time in the world to drive her mad with desire. It was a madness that flooded her insides and made her moan out a pleasure she had never experienced before. Potent desire, stimulating pleasure, radiated from his hands, his tongue and the hard body pressed to hers. When he finally broke off the kiss, she slumped weakly against his chest thinking that in all her twenty-seven years, she had never been kissed like that.

She slowly regained her senses as she felt him remove his hands from her. She slid her hands from his shoulders and looked up into his eyes, seeing anger radiating there. He apparently was mad at himself for having kissed her, and even madder with her for letting him. Without saying a word he turned and walked off. He didn't look back. When he was no longer in sight she breathed deeply, still feeling the heat from his kiss.

Tara nervously moistened her lips as she tried to regain control of her senses. She felt it was fairly safe to a.s.sume, after a kiss like that, that Thorn was now out of her system. In any case, she was determined more than ever to continue to avoid him like the plague.

Two years ago she had learned a hard lesson; love, the happily-ever-after kind, was not meant for her.

One.

Three months later.

S he had a body to die for and Thorn Westmoreland was slowly drawing his last breath. he had a body to die for and Thorn Westmoreland was slowly drawing his last breath.

A slow, easy smile spread across his face. She was exquisite, every man's fantasy come true. Everything about her was a total turn-on, guaranteed to get your adrenaline flowing, and his blood was so incredibly fired up he could barely stand it.

He took his time and studied every magnificent line of her. The sight lured him closer for an even better inspection. She was definitely a work of art, sleek, well built with all the right angles and curves, and tempted him beyond belief. He wanted to mount her and give her the ride of her life...or possibly get the ride of his.

He felt a distinct tingle in his stomach. Reaching out, his fingers gently touched her. She was ready for him.

As ready as he was for her...

"Hey, Thorn, you've been standing there salivating over that bike for at least ten minutes. Don't you think you should give it a rest?"

The smile on Thorn's face faded and without turning around to see who had spoken he said. "The shop's closed, Stone."

"You're here, so that means it's open," Stone Westmoreland said, coming into his brother's line of vision. Thorn was standing ogling the motorcycle he had built, his latest creation, the Thorn-Byrd RX1860. Rumors were spreading like wildfire that a Harley couldn't touch the Thorn-Byrd RX1860 for style and a Honda had nothing on it for speed. Stone didn't doubt both things were true. After all, this was another one of Thorn's babies. It had taken Thorn an entire year to build it; five months longer than it usually took him to put together one of his motorcycles. People came from all over the country to special order a Thorn-Byrd. They were willing to pay the hefty price tag to own the custom-built style and cla.s.s only Thorn could deliver. You got what you paid for and everyone knew Thorn put not only his reputation and name behind each bike he built, but also his heart and soul.

"And why are you closing up early?" Stone asked, ignoring his brother's deep frown. He knew Thorn well enough to overlook his grouchiness.

"I thought I would be getting a few moments of privacy. I regret the day I gave all of you keys to this place."

Stone grinned, knowing Thorn was referring to him and their three brothers. "Well, it was best that you did. No telling when we might drop in and find you trapped beneath a pile of chrome and metal."

Thorn raised his eyes to the ceiling. "Has the thought ever occurred to you that you could also find me in bed with a woman?"

"No."

"Well, there is that possibility. Next time try knocking first instead of just barging in," Thorn snapped. Because he spent so many hours at the shop, his office had all the comforts of home including a room in the back with a bed. He also had a workout room that he used regularly to stay in shape.

"I'll try and remember that," Stone said, chuckling. His brother was known for his bark as well as his bite. Thorn could be a real pain in the rear end when he wanted to. There was that episode with Patrice Canady a few years back. It seemed Thorn had been mad at the whole world because of one woman. On top of that, there was Thorn's policy of not indulging in s.e.x while training for a race. And since he'd been involved in a number of races so far this year, he'd been grouchier than usual. Like a number of athletes, Thorn believed that s.e.x before an event would drain your body and break your concentration. As far as Stone was concerned, race or no race, to improve his mood Thorn definitely needed to get laid.

"What are you doing here, Stone? Don't you have a book to write?" Thorn asked. Stone, at thirty-three, was a nationally known bestselling author of several action-thriller novels. He wrote under the pen name of Rock Mason.

Thorn's question reminded Stone why he had dared enter the lion's den. "No, I just finished a book and mailed it to my publisher this morning. I'm here to remind you about tonight's card game at seven-thirty."

"I remember-"

"And to let you know the location has changed. It's not going to be over at Dare's place as planned since AJ's camping trip was cancelled. The last thing we need is for Storm to be cursing all over the place when he starts losing and tempting our nephew to add a few of those choice words to his vocabulary."

Thorn nodded in agreement. "So where will it be?"

"Tara's place."

Thorn turned and narrowed his gaze at his brother. "Why the h.e.l.l are we playing cards at Tara's place?"

Stone hoped the amus.e.m.e.nt dancing in his eyes didn't show. He and the other brothers had taken Tara up on her offer to have the card game at her place mainly because they knew it would rile Thorn. They were well aware of how hard he went out of his way to avoid her. "The reason we're having the card game at her place is because she invited us over as a way to thank us for helping her move in."

"I didn't help."

"Only because you were out of town for a race that weekend."

Thorn propped his hip against a table and decided not to tell Stone that even if he'd been in town he would not have helped. Being around Tara Matthews was pure torture and the last thing he wanted to remember was the time he'd lost his head and gotten a real good taste of her at Dare's wedding. If his brothers knew the two of them had kissed, he would never hear the last of it.

Sighing deeply, Thorn slanted his brother a hard look. "Why can't we play cards at your place?"

"It's being painted."

"What about Chase's place?" He asked about the brother who owned a soul food restaurant in downtown Atlanta. Chase was a twin to his brother Storm.

"Too junky."

"And Storm's?"

"There'll be too many interruptions from women calling him on the phone."

Thorn sighed deeply. At thirty-two, Storm, who was the younger of the twins, was a fireman by day and a devout ladies' man at night.

"Then what about my place?"

Stone laughed and shook his head. "Forget it. You never have any food in the fridge or enough beer to drink. So are you coming?"

Thorn frowned. "I'll think about it."

Stone inwardly smiled. It was hard for Thorn to miss a Westmoreland card game "Okay, if we see you, that's fine, and if we don't see you that will be fine, too. I'll just win all of Storm's money by myself."

Thorn's frown deepened. "Like h.e.l.l you will."

Stone smile. "And like h.e.l.l you would even if you're there," he said throwing out the challenge, knowing just how much Thorn liked challenges. Whether Thorn admitted it or not, his brothers knew that his biggest challenge was a good-looking woman by the name of Tara Matthews.

The buzzing of Tara Matthews's intercom captured her attention. "Yes, Susan?"

"Mrs. Lori Chadwick is here to see you, Dr. Matthews."

Tara lifted a brow, wondering what had brought Lori Chadwick to her office. Her husband, Dr. Martin Chadwick, was Head of Pediatrics and a very important man around the hospital. He was also her boss. "Please send her in."

Tara smiled when the door opened and Lori Chadwick walked in. As usual the older woman looked stunning. It was a known fact that Lori Chadwick enjoyed raising money for the hospital, and if the new children's wing was any indication, she was very good at it.

"Mrs. Chadwick," Tara greeted respectfully, offering her hand.

"Dr. Matthews, it's good seeing you again, dear."

"Thanks," Tara said, gesturing to a chair across from her desk. "It's good seeing you again, too." The last time she'd seen Mrs. Chadwick had been at a charity function a few weeks ago. It had been the first such function she had attended since moving to Atlanta and joining the staff at Emory University Hospital.

Lori Chadwick smiled. "I know how busy you are, Dr. Matthews, so I'll get straight to the point. I'm here to solicit your help in a fundraiser I'm planning."

Tara sat down behind her desk and returned Lori Chadwick's smile, flattered that the older woman had sought her a.s.sistance. One of the first things she'd been told by the other doctors when she had first arrived was not to get on Lori Chadwick's bad side. The woman loved her pet projects and expected everyone else to have the same enthusiasm for them as well. "I'd be glad to help. What sort of project do you have in mind?"

"I thought a charity calendar would be nice and would generate a lot of interest. The money that we'll make from the sale of the calendars will help Kids' World."

Tara nodded. Kids' World was a foundation that gave terminally ill children the chance to make their ultimate dream-such as a visit to any place in the world-come true. All proceeds for the foundation came from money raised through numerous charity events.

"Any ideas for this calendar?" Tara asked, thinking she really liked what Mrs. Chadwick was proposing.

"Yes. It will be a calendar of good-looking men," the older woman said chuckling. "I'm not too old to appreciate a fine masculine physique. And a 'beef-cake' calendar, tastefully done of course, would sell like hotcakes. But I want a variety of men from all walks of life," she added excitedly. "So far, I've already gotten a number of firm commitments. But there are still a few spots open and that's why I'm here. There's one name that keeps popping up as a suggestion from a number of the women I've talked to, and from what I understand he's a friend of yours."

Tara raised a brow. "A friend of mine?"

"Yes."

"Who?"

"Thorn Westmoreland, the motorcycle racer. I understand that he's something of a daredevil, a risk-taker on that motorcycle of his. He would definitely do the calendar justice."

Before Tara could gather her wits and tell Lori Chadwick that Thorn was definitely not a friend of hers, the woman smiled radiantly and said. "And I'm counting on you, Dr. Matthews, to convince Mr. Westmoreland to pose for the charity calendar. I know you won't let me and Kids' World down."

Later that evening Tara glanced up at a knock at her front door. Wiping the cookie dough from her hands she looked at the clock on the stove. It was only a little past seven and the card game wouldn't start until nine. She crossed her living room to the door and peeped out.

Thorn!