Once Upon a Misty Bluegrass Hill (32 page)

She saddled Storm and jumped on his back, hiking the expensive black dress up her thighs not caring about its ruination.

By the time she got outside and stopped to close the barn door it was pouring rain from purple clouds that looked as if they might fall right out of the sky.

She jumped back onto Storm and set him to a run across the meadow.

"
What in the Good Lord
'
s name a ye doing?
"
 
Patrick
'
s words pierced through the driving rain but she didn
'
t turn back.  She had nothing to say to him,
not now
and not ever again
.  She
was leaving tomorrow. 
She was done with all of this, with
Patrick
, with the farm, with the memories that would not let her go.

She galloped on Storm to the corner of the property while the rain bit through and washed away her tears.  She let go of Storm
'
s reins and let him go wherever he might.  He set to pacing the fence back and forth, every once in a while rearing up in the clap of lightening and its sister thunder.  Jolene hung on, crying her guts out into the terrible storm. 
"
I am not afraid of the rain, I am not afraid
.
"

T
ears from Heaven, that is all they are
. 

She saw
Patrick
bearing down on her on
top of
Coal Minor like a bat out of hell. 
"
Stop this instant and get off Storm girl before you break yer neck and his at the same time!
"
 

He was mad as hell
.

H
is
eyes flashed purple fire
even from a distance
.

Perhaps she would have obeyed
Patrick
'
s command,
but a close lightning strike coupled with loud thunder sent Storm into a bolt.  From there
Storm had his own ideas
about where he was going
and she no longer controlled him. 

His reins
dangled and dance
d
in the wind. 
Another lightning strike and h
e reared up
again
whining into
the thunderous twilight
then dashed
away
with his own
demons.

When
lightning
struck a tree a hundred yards in front of her, splitting it in half
leaving the sound of a bomb going off,
Storm reared and changed directions running full speed.

Jolene clung to him as hard as she could.

When he had tired a little
Patrick
pulled up
next to them and leaned over to
grab Storm
'
s reins and pull him back hard enough
to
slow him to a stop rather than taking him to an abrupt jerk of a stop.
 

When they stopped,
Patrick
jumped off of Coal Minor speaking
to Storm
in quiet tones.  Storm
'
s rolling eyes focused on
Patrick
and he stilled under his hand long enough
for
Patrick
to pull Jolene off of him just before another lightening flash and thunder clap send Storm
darting off again
like a rabid animal into the storm. 

Patrick's
silk suit was soaked through and his dark hair was plastered on his forehead. 
Water poured down his face leaving his eye lashes spiky. 
He hit her with furious eyes. 
"
What did
yer think you were doing?  What has gotten into you?
"

Jolene could feel his heat, even though the suit.  The smell of him, his light, spicy cologne rose damp and primitive off of his skin.
  His violet eyes fixed on her
with focused fury
and his mouth was set in an
irritated
flat line.

She tried to pull away from him, but he held her fast to him within the circle of his muscled arms.  She jerked helplessly
against him
then let her head fall to his chest so that she was staring at his black leather shoes getting completely soaked. 
"
It is you!  I hate you
Patrick
!
  You and your stupid Leona!
"

He shook her, bringing her gaze instantly to his eyes glowing with dark blue inferno
. 
"
So that is the way of things is it
?
"

She trembled in the warm rain and tried to tear her gaze from his in a futile effort to hide the love that she had stored and stoked for him for years.. 
"
There is no
'
way of things
'
Patrick
.
"
  She sobbed knowing the lie was in her eyes.

The lightning flashed in his eyes followed by a roll of thunder that shook the very ground.  He laughed softly. 
"
Well you
'
ve tempted me too many times
now
Jolene.  I
'
ve wanted yer for so long I canno
'
even remember when I didn
'
t want yer.
"

Her stomach clenched around his words. 
"Then why did you wait so long?"

He growled and h
is lips came crashing down onto hers, hot and
severe
.  He crushed her to him so hard that she was breathless
in the wet heat of his arms and body
.

He pushed her mouth open with his hard dancing tong
ue
that tasted
slightly
of
b
ourbon. 
Jolene
groaned and
opened her mouth full
y
to him, like the flower that had waited forever for the sun.

She frantically pressed her hands
under his coat starving for
the feel of
his skin.  His own desire matched hers and she felt her zi
p
p
er
and then her dress being pulled up so that she had to let go of his mouth.

He threw her dress away and looked at her in her black lacy undergarments with fevered eyes. 

"
Oh God
Jolene
, I canno
'
say no to yer though I know I should, Jesus Mary and the
S
aints I should say no to you now.
"
  His voice was raspy and soft carried on his
heavy
Irish lilt. 
"I've no right."
  Even while he said the words his lips came back to her neck, his tongue flicking along her throat and up to her earlobe where he thrust it deeply inside.

Jolene moaned and pressed into his hard erection. 

Her fingers fumbled with his clothing until she found the opening of his coat and she
yanked
his coat down his shoulders and he let it drop to the ground
where it dissolved into
a dark puddle
in
the rain. 
"
Patrick
,
I want this and only from you
,"
Jolene panted.  "
Hurry
Patrick
, don
'
t look back, especially in a storm…
never turn back.
"

There was a fever, hot and white, dark and windy.

Patrick
stayed her urgent fingers. 
"
I
'
ll not be in a hurry, sweet
heart
, not on yer life.
  I'll be loving you right and proper even if it is on the grass.
"
  His fingers skimmed across her hips to her inner thigh pressing urgently yet with infinite gentleness

He pulled her lacy black bra straps down slowly while t
he rain pelted them with gentle
kisses. 
Jolene's body bucked into his hand.  He leaned down and gently bit her shoulder then sucked in her wet skin along a
path to her breasts above the lacy bra.  There
he
stopped and flicked his tong
ue
along the lacy edge, stabbing her with his urgent hot tongue. 

Jolene let her head roll back. 
Water ran into her eyes and mixed with her tears of love and joy.
  Jolene sighed deep pressing herself closer
,
wet heat dampening her lacy panties.

"
Now what kind
'
o bra is this for
yer to be wearing?
"
  H
e rasped
as he unfastened
the frilly undergarment and
flung
it to
land on his coat
.
 
"
I am not sure what you were learning at that school.
"

Jolene laughed softly and plucked his shirt buttons open and drug his soaked shirt down his arms and let it drop in a white heap on the ground near his coat.  "I've been learning things about what men like."

He leaned forward and pulled one of her burgundy
nipples into his
scorching
mouth with a long slow suck.  Jolene dropped her head back as the spikes of
intense
pleasure shot through her.  He held her so that she didn
'
t fall on her weakened knees.
  He played with her other nipple already under the rain
'
s gentle assault
leaving her weak with need.

"You are so hot and so beautiful." 
Patrick
whispered against her skin, causing her to buck up to his inviting lips. 

After he had completely ravished one breast, he moved to the other on a single minded suckling assault that did sen
d
Jolene to her knees. 

He made a soft low
guttural
sound
and
pushed
her
the
rest of the way down
to the
wet
soft green grass and followed
her down, his gaze locked with her
s
. 
H
is purple eyes
raked over her before he gently touched his lips to hers
stoking
the
heat that left her shaking
.
"
Yer so beautiful Jolene
...so
hot
under my hand
.
"

Jolene shivered hot
under
his words. 
"
I am not.
  You know I
'
m not…you got all those girls running after you
, pretty girls, rich girls…
"

"
Stop that.
"
 
H
e lightly bit the
freckles that ran along her shoulders and moved to her neck
,
his breath hot as it ran along her skin
.
"
Ah but you are
the most beautiful woman I have ever known
, Jolene, inside and out
…
I canno' say no to yer any longer, God save my soul.
  You make me think o'things, dark lusty things I've no business thinking.
"

Jolene threw her head back surrendering to his pressing hot assault.

How many times had she dreamed of
Patrick
saying just that to her
?
 

The warm rain continued to fall covering them in the rights of spring.

He moved on top of her slowly kissing her from
her
belly through the valley between her breasts to her neck and back to her lips
.  His lips scorched and promised
.
  His fingers
followed the same delicious path.

He bit her earlobe with his own soft moan.  "Jolene you taste like summer rain."

He moved his hand between her thighs
testing her soaked panties
and Jolen
e moved her knees apart for him.  He pressed her cotton-lace black
panties
to reveal her aching core. 
"See how beautiful you are."
  Jolene pressed into his hand craving more of his touch.