He didn’t think it was very deep, but the last thing he wanted was to be covered in slimy, stinky canal water. And then the rain began, slowly at first, and he picked up his pace as he wiped his face with one hand. It was a total downpour by the time he finally caught sight of the old barn, and his jeans and sweater were dripping. It wasn’t cold outside, but the breeze made him shiver as the rain water sluiced over his head and face and slid down his neck.
The canal veered off to the right as the path he followed continued on toward the barn. His concern that she might be hurt or frightened slowly turned to anger that she had forced him to trek through this crap to bring her back. He reached the barn and tugged at the dilapidated main door, but it was barred from inside. Swearing violently, he made his way along the wall, grateful for the partial shelter of the roof’s overhang. A few steps along the rear side, he found a smaller door and it was hanging partially open, thank God!
He slipped inside the musty-smelling old barn, and glanced around the empty interior. Shit. She wasn’t there. He wiped the trickles of cold rain off his face, and shivered despite the comparative warmth of the interior. He aimed the flashlight beam all around the huge empty space of the barn, and shook his head. He’d been a fucking idiot to come here, hoping to catch her alone and enjoy her for a while. She was probably back inside the house, laughing her ass off at him for taking the bait.
He sighed and sank down on an old, rusted-out barrel that was standing in the middle of the dank place, and peeled his sweater off over his head, wringing it out and mopping his face and chest with it. Just his luck to be stuck in this fucking old derelict of a barn for the night. The storm was just getting started.
He stiffened, and cocked his head to one side. What the hell was that? The sound was enough to raise the hair on his arms…plaintive and eerie…sobbing…like someone had died, and the world was weeping for them. Sweet Jesus. He stood and tried to pinpoint the source of the sounds, and then he realized they were directly overhead.
Chapter Eight
A drop of rainwater splashed on her cheek and she sighed wearily, her pain and tears almost spent. Damn old roof was leaking now. “Shit!” she breathed, and started to roll up from the straw, only to find herself caged in by something wet…wet, warm and solid. Another drop of water splashed onto her nose, and she gave a little yelp of fear. The water was dripping off the body that loomed over her in the darkness of the loft.
Her hands went out in defense, and she felt the wet, hard contours of a bare chest. The scent of water on warm skin and the familiar aftershave set her body off. “What the hell are you doing here?” she rasped, trying her best to sound indignant.
“I think I’m the one who should be asking that question, Furie…” His warm breath brushed her forehead, and another cold drop of water from his dripping hair struck her chin.
“Get off me!” She shoved hard on the immovable wall of his chest.
“Why’d you leave the house?”
“To be alone. Can’t you respect that right?”
“So we’re alone…”
“The pronoun was ‘I’, not ‘we’.”
Her hands felt hot as he lowered his solid body over hers until she felt the wet chill of his jeans pressing her legs and thighs, and the unmistakable solid bulge of his cock against her mons. “You’re getting me all soaked.” Her voice sounded breathless rather than indignant, even to her.
“Then maybe we should both get out of these wet things…” His voice was a deep purring rumble against the side of her hair, and she swallowed convulsively as he kissed the splash of water off her cheek.
“Just go away and let me be,” she gasped as his chest pressed firmly against her taut nipples.
“No way. I got myself soaked like a wet rat looking for you, and I have no intention of going back out into that deluge just to please you.”
His weight slowly molded her body against the musty straw, and the sudden bolt of white-hot lust that forked from nipples to pussy made her whimper with need. “Go back to the house and charm my family. I don’t want you.” she grated through clenched teeth.
Mike stilled at the desperation in her voice, his frown hidden in the dark of the loft. He blinked, and shook his head to rid himself of the water that ran down his forehead and into his eyes. He had pushed her too far. “Well, I want you.” He drew a deep, shuddering breath and lowered his head, finding her mouth by homing in on the warmth of her breath. He slowly opened his mouth over her tightly closed lips, and his tongue slid along the seam of her lips. “Please, Jill…let me in?” His whispered words shocked even him.
Her body jerked at the sound of her name, and her lips relaxed. He fought to remain calm as she slid her tongue over his, and then sucked his into her mouth hungrily. His cock jumped. His heart leapt. His blood pounded through his veins and his fingers tangled in her tousled soft curls as he tilted her face and took her mouth like a starving man. Her soft whimpers of delight undid him completely, and he devoured her. Slim hands slid between their tightly melded hips to work his wet zipper down and he groaned aloud against her lips, lifting his ass to allow her to free him from his sopping denim prison. The feel of her hands circling him almost made him come like a randy kid, and he fought back his climax.
He lifted away from her and dragged her light sweater and tank top off, then dragged her now-wet jeans down her legs and tossed them aside before ripping his own soggy jeans off. They caught on his boots, but he was too fucking worked up to bother, leaving them around his ankles like slave manacles as he felt her thighs gripping his naked hips.
“Sweet Lord…you’re killing me, baby.” He sank back down into the welcoming wet heat of her pussy, groaning loud and long as she took him in with a cry of delight. The diamond-hard nipples that dug into his chest made him wild to taste her. “Arch your back, baby…give me those breasts…” he whispered shakily as he drove his cock deep, feeling her tight walls closing around his shaft like a velvet fist.
Her body arched obediently, and he bent to tug one nipple deep, sucking hard as he listened to her hot little moans of pleasure. He devoured her succulent breast, then moved to the other, feeling her cunt clenching hard around him as she orgasmed, and he almost came right then. He pumped his hips hard, fighting his climax, sucking her nipple deep into his mouth as she clutched his wet hair with trembling fists.
“God, Mike! Oh God!” she cried as he gave a guttural cry and emptied into her explosively, pumping hot semen deep as she tightened her legs about his hips and rode him with eager cries and whimpers until he finally sank down over her and buried his lips in her perspiration-damp hair, feeling her internal muscles milking him so wickedly of his cum.
He had never felt so fucking complete in his entire life. He wanted to stay buried deep in her sweet cunt forever. He listened as their labored breathing eased into deep, slow breaths, and he licked the salty moisture from her throat, enjoying the shudder of delight that rippled through her.
Her inner muscles squeezed his cock as she gave a sweet little murmur of satisfaction, and whispered, “God, Mike…I love you so much.”
She felt him still as she spoke, and his body stopped moving. A feeling of hopeless regret filled her as she waited for him to pull away, to pull out of her body, and to shake his head at her pathetic admission. If only she had not said the words, if only she had kept silent. She closed her eyes to squeeze back the tears. But as the minutes ticked off, and he remained buried to his root inside her, still holding her in a death grip of breathless pleasure, she opened her eyes and said weakly, “Mike? Did you just die of a heart attack?”
His deep, delicious laugh rumbled against her ear, and he rotated his hips to tease her back to life. “Almost…but not quite.” He nipped her bare shoulder and gave a deep growl of pleasure as he began to move once again. “Did you mean what you just said?” he whispered raggedly against her temple as he began to swell back to life within her.