Once Upon a Misty Bluegrass Hill (21 page)

He cursed and
tugged
her into the darkened house
past her wagging dogs
to her bedroom.  Moonlight spilled through the window. 
 

"Maybe if I give you a little taste, you'll know the difference between what your Aunt Paula is up to and
what making love is really all about
.

His lips crashed into hers with infinite deliberate gentleness
that sent searing heat between her thighs.  "
Patrick
...
.
,
"  she breathed against his mouth while wrapping her arms around him and closing herself into his hard body.

He pulled her dress off
with black velvet words
, leaving her naked and shaking in the moonlight.  He gently pressed her back onto the bed, his breathing labored, his eyes glowing and his nostrils flaring.
  He followed her down with murmurs of
the forbidden.

He gently pressed her legs apart and touched her damp nasty-girl flesh.  Jolene moaned and bucked against his hand.
  His teeth grazed along her shoulders and down to her breasts where he flicked the pebbled pink erections with his tongue and fingers.  Jolene screamed
.

He pressed his fingers deep inside of her while flicking her hard naughty-girl-nub with his thumb.  Jolene came off of the sheets moaning and panting.  His pulsing fingers slid across her aching wet stiffness in a perfect rhythm while his dark chocolate voice caressed across her breasts. 

"You are so beautiful and so hot Jolene," he whispered against her ear.  "Now come for me my naughty girl."

His teeth sank into her shoulder just as her world burst open and she convulsed under his hand with cries of utter pleasure-abandon.  She thrust her body against his hand and moaned while she returned to the night.
  He held her for several minutes, then the room and his posture turned cold.  He stood, pressing his hand down his tented jeans as if in terrible pain.

"Now I am going home and we will forget this ever happened."

"
Patrick
, please don't send me away, especially after this...how can you?"

His eyes were cold, even in the pale moonlight.  "This i
s especially why you have to go.
I shoudna' have done this, but I wanted you to know and .... well...I am leaving now
before I go and do something really stupid
."

When he strode out of the bedroom to the door
and walked out
in
to the cool misty night
, Jolene wrapped herself in the sheet and followed him on panicked feet.  "I hate you so much
Patrick
!"

He slid into the car and started the engine then
stuck his head out the window. 
"
S
omeday you will understand.  And some
day ye
r
will
thank me
Little
Red
.
"

Chapter
11

Calvin H. Borel (born November 7, 1966) is an American jockey in thoroughbred horse racing and rode the victorious mount in the 2007 Kentucky Derby, the 2009 Kentucky Derby and the 2010 Kentucky Derby. His 2009 Derby win with Mine That Bird was the second biggest upset in Derby history behind Donerail, and Borel's winning margin of 6 3⁄4 lengths was the greatest in Derby history since Assault won by 8 lengths in 1946. On May 1, 2009, Borel won the Kentucky Oaks aboard Rachel Alexandra, only the second time since 1993 that a jockey has won the Oaks-Derby combo, and just the seventh time overall a jockey has accomplished
this feat in the same year. 
On May 16, 2009, Borel won the 2009 Preakness Stakes at Pimlico with thoroughbred filly Rachel Alexandra. In doing so, Borel became the first jockey to win the first two jewels of the Triple Crown on different mounts. Borel's nickname is Bo"rail" because he stays so close to the rail to save ground.

Big Storm
had won the
Triple C
rown.

E
verybody said Big Storm was
Patrick
'
s horse.  The Earl of
Meath
. 

But she knew the truth. 

He was Dancer
'
s Dream
'
s horse. 

Daddy
'
s horse. 

And her horse.

And she had only been able to watch from a
stupid
box. 
With
Patrick
's fancy friends and all those women that loved to hang about him like flies at a picnic.

She deliberately
snuck and
drank a lot of
sparkling wine
in her pretty dresses….
even if she wasn
'
t allowed.  Just to make
Patrick
mad.  Super-mad
. 

She said
"
ain
'
t
"
as many times as she found an opportunity.  But none of it did her any good at all.
  He looked at her with his beautiful violet eyes that never lost their determination. 

He kept referring to her Scotch-Irish background as a reason to help her make herself better. 
It was, she decided, as if he decided he was going to
save
all those Scotch-
Irish who came to America and found themselves in coal mines
and change them
to aristocrats
through her. 
Patrick
, it appeared, had
decided that he would right all the
bad things
from
the
past by forcing her to go to school and
"
better herself.
"

Patrick
now seemed to be of the
thought that the Appalachians were his
personal
mission
to be fulfilled and
Jolene was the focus
of his works
.  He lectured her about it every time she put up an argument. 

He
was on a mission that he simply would not
surrender in any measure
.

He worried about the Appalachians
, he said.  His kin
. 
S
he was
"
one of his kind
"
and he was going to
"
improve her mind and life.
"
 

Like what did that mean?  She hadn
'
t a clue. 

And didn
'
t care
. 

He seemed to have completely forgotten that night of the Derby when he touched her and eased the ache that was near killing her. 

S
he had come to realize it was not seeing Coal Minor and the Mare that caused her physical problems
;
it was transposing herself and
Patrick
into that
role that caused her to ache in the nasty-girl spot.

And she wanted him to touch her like that again...so bad.

But he had turned cold as ice and as determined as a mule.

Her new red
hard-shell
-
spinning
suitcase sat at the foot of the steps along with her toiletry bag and
new leather
purse. 
To look at them caused Jolene to be near
overwhelmed with panic. 

Patrick
was
grim
from his somber blue eyes to his flat lips.  She imagined even his
khaki
pants were stiff from his inner iron
. 

The SUV had been brought around and sat in front of the house
waiting like
a specter to take Jolene away…far away
. 
To make up for some terrible wrong
imagined by
Patrick
that he thought he could make up to Jolene by g
iving
her an education
.

It was just so weird
and frustrating
. 
And she had hopes of escape right up until
she saw the fancy
new
hard-shell suitcase in the foyer….

Jolene didn
'
t even have Ma
t
a to help persuade
him
in this final hour
to halt this terrible plan to send her away
because he had given Mata the day off
.

Maybe i
f she could stop
Patrick
from putting her in that SUV,
she would not have to go.

When he stepped into the foyer and reached for her
suitcase
,
she grabbed his arm
with fierce fingers
and pinned him
with
eyes that were already swimming in tears
.
 
"
Wait
Patrick
.
  Please just wait
.
"

He regarded her
with desolate eyes
. 
"
Don
'
t start arguing with me again Jolene.  I
'
ll not have any of it, so I won
'
t.
"

"
I am not an Indian.
"

"
Appalachians are not Indians Jolene….which is the perfect
fact
to illustrate why you need to go to school…you are a sharp girl…smarter than a body should be
, but you have no education...you call body parts "nasty-girl" and I canno' let it go on like this
.  Now I am going to make things right.
"

She leaned into him willing to do anything to stay. 
"
I don
'
t understand
Patrick
, why won
'
t you listen to me?  Why are you doing this to me?
"

His arms closed around her. 
"
Oh don
'
t you see Jolene?  Yer a young woman now.  Yer clinging to me and this farm because you lost everything.  But that isn
'
t a way for yer to grow up to be a fine woman.
"

Jolene squeezed him with all her might. 
She held him with
all
of
the loss and sorrow of the past. 

She could not live away from the farm again…and she could not, just could not live without him.  He was all she had.
  Why could he not understand?

Jolene sobbed harder and held
Patrick
like a life raft in a stormy sea
. 
"
Oh
Patrick
, please d
o not do this to me.  T
ell me what I can do to change your mind….I can go to school here…I can!
"

Patrick
looked down at her
,
his eyes glowing violet sad.
  He gently ran his fingers through her
fired
ringlets.  Then h
e
slowly
leaned down and
tenderly
kissed her lips, his eyes lock
ing
her
in blue fire
. 
Jolene felt the world drop away and she was
dangling inside of
his violet heat. 

Patrick
gently set her away
while
keeping her trapped in his gaze. 
"
You see there Jolene? 
This is why.  Canno you see?  Ye
r just a little girl, no matter what you think about being grown up.  You have
not
seen the world.  I
'
ve a mind to send you to travel
through
Europe and end in Ireland.
"

"But I liked it a lot when you touched me
Patrick
...you know
...
that night
after the Derby
."

"Shush now about that.  I am ashamed Jolene.  I should not have done that to yer.  But I wanted you to know something about these things, how good it could be to be loved by the right man."

"It did stop that itch I had a'tween my legs."