Crazy For You (16 page)

Before he could stop her, she hurried to Poca, mounted her, and took off for the house.

Warmth spread throughout Ella’s body as she rode back to the house, the heat swamping her as she thought about what Clint had done to her. He’d made her entire body feel alive.

But she shouldn’t have let him. He could leave at any time and when he did, her heart would go along with him.

Pain clenched her belly. It was too late to prevent that. Her heart belonged to him no matter what he decided to do. But just how much pain she would feel would depend on how much she gave to him. And if she let him take her, he’d have all of her.

As she rode, she felt warm and tingly all over every time she thought about being naked with Clint and looking down to see his head between her thighs. She rubbed one arm with her hand as goose bumps broke out on her skin.

She made it to the house and hurried to her bedroom to clean up for dinner, hoping she wouldn’t run into her parents until she’d had a chance to regroup herself. She took a shower and washed her hair, her belly flipping every time she thought about the next time she’d see Clint, which wouldn’t be long now since he almost always showed up for dinner.

After she’d dressed in a simple white blouse, shorts, and sandals, she headed to the kitchen and helped her mother finish cooking. When it was time for dinner, Clint hadn’t shown up yet.

The house phone rang. Alice hadn’t taken to the idea of having a cell phone since she never left the house without Ella or Carl who always had their cell phones on them.

When Alice answered, she paused a moment then nodded to herself. “We’ll see you tomorrow,” she said before hanging up the phone. She turned to Carl who had just walked into the kitchen and to Ella. “Clint isn’t going to make it for dinner. He’ll be at Cody’s.”

The disappointment that shot through Ella hit her by surprise, and anger followed. How could he do what he’d done to her and then not show up for dinner?

Later, when she went to bed, images and thoughts of her time with Clint kept invading her mind, no matter how hard she tried to stop them. That despite the fact that she was still angry at him for not showing up. She groaned and buried her head under her pillow, which didn’t help one darn bit. She tossed and turned for a long time before eventually slipping into a less than peaceful sleep.

* * * * *

It had been a long time since Clint had slept as hard as he had last night. Something about being with Ella had relaxed him…had made him feel content in a way he couldn’t remember feeling before.

She was home to him. Not the town, not the ranch, not where he grew up. It was her.

He reached for her, but all he found were bed covers. He frowned and opened his eyes to see that he was alone. Of course he was alone. He’d just been dreaming that she was in bed with him.

He slid out of bed and stood in front of the window, the air cool on his naked body as he looked out into the false gray dawn. In the dimness of the cabin, he saw the silky soft material he’d set on the nightstand. Ella’s panties. She’d left them yesterday and he’d brought them back with him.

He shucked on his own clothing then tucked her panties into his back pocket before going outside to take care of morning chores.

Ella was in Rosie’s stall, holding an old coffee can while hand-feeding pellets to the mare, the foal suckling on his mother’s teat. Clint stood in the stall doorway and hitched his shoulder up against a post as he watched Ella.

She glanced up and her features turned the cutest shade of pink when she met his gaze. She turned back to the mare that was snuffling over Ella’s now bare hand. She reached into the can she was holding and offered the mare more pellets.

“I owe you another spanking,” he murmured as he moved close to her.

She shook her head, but still refused to meet his gaze. “None of that is going to happen again. It was a mistake. A big one.”

“You forgot these.” Clint pulled the panties out of his pocket and dangled them from his fingers.

When Ella looked back at him, her face turned a deeper shade of pink. She reached out her hand. “Give them to me.”

He shook his head. “You’re going to have to come here.”

“Give them to me,” she demanded again.

He just grinned at her and swung them back and forth like a pendulum.

She set the coffee can of horse pellets down and marched over to him. While still standing with a good amount of distance from him, she held out her hand.

With amusement, he stuffed the panties into his back pocket. “Come and get them.”

Her features stiff, she took two more steps toward him, her hand still extended. He didn’t give her a chance to react. He grabbed her by her upper arms and dragged her to him. She cried out as he held her tightly even as she struggled to break free. He cupped the back of her head and brought his mouth down hard on hers. She fought against him but within moments she was soft and submissive in his arms, kissing him in return.

A low growl of possessiveness rose up inside him as his hunger grew and he felt a hard ache in his groin. She seemed to purr as she moved her palms up his chest, and that only made him harder.

When he drew away from the kiss, she was looking at him with wide eyes, her lips moist and parted. He stroked a loose strand from her face, letting his knuckles brush her cheek. “Don’t do that.” Her words came out in a hoarse whisper.

“Don’t do what?” He skimmed the back of his hand along her cheekbone. “Touch you?”

“All of it.” Her throat worked as she swallowed. “Don’t kiss me and don’t touch me.”

He lowered his head and brushed his mouth over hers. “You don’t mean that,” he said against her lips.

“I do.” Her tone was defiant and she’d stiffened in his arms, so he kissed her again.

He kissed her until she was pliant, her body leaning fully into his, her arms around his waist.

When he broke the kiss her breathing was elevated and he could feel her heart pounding fast when he put his hand over it.

She took a step back and his hand moved from her breast to his side. Then she took another step back, biting her lower lip as he watched her. When she was out of the stall and out of reach, she stood in the aisle and held up her hand—she was holding her panties. She turned and bolted.

With a grin, he faced Rosie and saw that the coffee can was on its side and she’d finished the pellets. Both she and the foal were watching Clint. Rosie tossed her head. If he didn’t know better, he’d think the horse was laughing at him.

Shaking his head, he picked up the coffee can before leaving the stall and closing the door behind him.

Ella might think it was a mistake, but nothing was farther from the truth.

He stood in the dim building, his gaze focused on the open barn doors. It was still barely light outside, the sun slowly creeping over the horizon.

As he thought about Ella, he realized he’d never be able to let her go. She would belong to no man but him.

The deeper meaning to that he wasn’t sure he was ready to face. All he really knew was that she was his now.

Clint hadn’t seen much of Ella. Either she’d been avoiding him or was in her studio working on her next sculpture. Or maybe both.

The day had been a long one and by the time Clint headed toward the cabin he was damned tired. The thought of Ella possibly being in her studio made him smile and he felt some of the exhaustion slip away. He needed a shower and then he’d track her down, no matter where she was.

When he walked into the cabin, he looked at the door to her studio. She’d hung a “Do Not Disturb” sign on her door, a good indication she was in. He took a quick shower, washing away the dirt and grime of the day before dressing in a clean T-shirt and jeans and heading toward the studio.

The sign was still up. Barefoot, he went to the door, put his hand on the doorknob, and his ear against the door. He didn’t hear any sounds. He turned the knob and opened the door a few inches and grinned.

Ella was sitting on her stool, wearing only panties and tank top, and working on the sculpture. She was turned away from the door, her back to him, and she wore a set of ear buds and hummed to whatever music she was listening to. She looked sexy as hell.

He slipped into the room and spotted a pile of clean hand towels on a small table beside a sink. He grabbed one and took it by its opposite corners and folded it into a blindfold. He picked up two more towels, each also by the opposite corners and rolled them so that they were like ropes.

When he was finished, he silently moved behind Ella and paused a moment before lowering the blindfold and putting it over her eyes.

She startled and went stiff as he tied the blindfold behind her head then took off her ear buds.

“No.” She reached for the blindfold but he caught her wrists and held them in one hand. He took one of the rolled up hand towels and tied her wrists with it, using a secure knot.

She pulled at it. “This isn’t funny, Clint. Let me go before I scream.”

He took the third towel and gagged her with it, even as she moved her head from side to side, trying to keep him from gagging her.

“There.” He moved his lips to her ear as she tried to get up from the stool, but he held her down as he spoke. “Now all you can do is listen to me and do what I tell you to.”

She shook her head again and tried to shrug out of his hold as she made muffled sounds of protest. He lifted her off of the stool and flung her over his shoulder.

She squirmed and screamed behind her gag as he strode out of the studio and into the cabin’s main room. Her efforts caused him to grin. With one hand, he pulled down the wall bed and tossed her on the middle of it on her belly. She attempted to roll over, but he pinned her down with his much bigger body. She tried to wriggle beneath him, but his weight and position held her still.

He shifted so that he could put his hand on her panty-covered bottom and stroked the silky material. She stilled and he slipped his hand beneath the fabric and caressed her ass.

She kicked and tried to roll over, but he pinned both her legs with one of his and pressed a hand on her back, holding her down.

“I promised another spanking, honey.” He rubbed her ass again with his free hand before swatting her. She cried out behind her gag and he swatted her again. Her second cry was more of a moan.

He eased his fingers down beneath her panties then between her thighs, and slipped them into her folds. She was wet. He stroked her clit and she moved her hips, grinding herself against his hand, telling him she was turned on. And she wanted him.

When he moved his fingers from her folds, she gave a sound of disappointment. He adjusted himself so that his body covered hers again and he brought her lips to her ear.

He brushed his mouth over her lobe and she shivered. His voice was low and husky as he said, “You’re mine tonight.”

Ella felt another shiver travel down her spine at Clint’s words.
“You’re mine tonight,”
echoed in her mind.

He kissed the shell of her ear. “Nod if you understand.”

A pause and then she nodded.

“Good girl.”

His jeans felt rough to her bare legs and his cock was long and hard against her ass. She couldn’t see, couldn’t talk, and could barely move. She’d never been blindfolded, much less gagged and bound before. It heightened her sense of touch and hearing. She’d never been more excited in her life.

“I’m going to untie you and you’d better behave,” he said. “Got that?”

She nodded.

He eased off of her and stood beside the bed as he untied her wrists, the gag, and blindfold before rolling her onto her back. She blinked then licked her lips as she looked up at him.

His eyes were dark, his expression intense. He pulled his T-shirt over his head, his muscles flexing as he tossed it before unbuttoning his jeans and letting them drop to the floor and stepping out of them.

She swallowed. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and his cock jutted out at her, waiting for her to touch it. Without taking time to think about what she was doing, she got to her knees and crawled across the bed to where he stood. She reached out and grasped it, feeling the skin’s softness over the steel of his erection. She lightly moved her hand up and down its length and felt a sense of satisfaction when he groaned.

He caught her off guard when he slid his hand behind her head and pushed it down so that her lips were pressed against the head of his cock.

“Suck me.” His voice was a growl as he spoke. She parted her lips and he forced his cock into her mouth. “Take me deeper,” he said in a rasp.

She swallowed more of him and he grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her up and down so that she was taking all of him.

“I want to see your eyes,” he commanded, and she obeyed and met his dark gaze. Somehow seeing him watching her go down on him made the experience ultra erotic.

She soon got into a rhythm, loving the feel of him in her mouth and the pained expression on his face that told her he was fighting to keep from climaxing. Her breasts bounced and her body rocked with every movement.

“Stop,” he finally said in a guttural drawl.

To her surprise, she didn’t want to stop. She liked the control he had on her and the control she had over him and his pleasure.

She sat back on her haunches and looked up at him, waiting for whatever he had in store for her. His breathing was hard and he clenched his hands as if needing to control himself. She rose up on her knees and moved the short distance to him. Her heart beat faster as she put her hands on his muscled chest and eased closer. With his being so tall, he towered over her while she knelt on the bed, his cock was pressed against her chest.

“You’re so special, Ella.” He cupped the back of her head and lowered himself so that his lips brushed hers, her belly flipping at his words. “I’ve never known anyone like you.”

He kissed her long and hard before he began to shift her on the bed until she was flat on her back. He bent down and retrieved his jeans then took a small packet out of his wallet.