Once Upon a Misty Bluegrass Hill (43 page)

He picked her up and carried her to the bed.  There, he lay her down and stood removing his clothing.

He lay down next to her and slowly unhooked her hose and rolled each silky nylon down her small legs
while flicking teasing fingers over the flesh and making her impulsively jerk further into his hand
.
 
Then he kissed her toes and moved through the instep of her foot up her ankle and leg. 
Jolene giggled against his tickling lips that sent an equal measure of heat.
 

"
You
are laughing at me now are you
"
 
He touched her eyes with his blue fire. 

Jolene pulled her fingers through is thick hair. 
"
No, it feels wonderful.
"

He laughed softly and continued his lip-hot journey to the top of her thigh.  Once he arrived at her panties he
eased her legs apart and touched her very wet
lacy confection
with a deep sigh. 
"
You are, Jolene, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
  And look there, yer ready and waiting for me.
"

"
I didn
't mean to pee my pants, honest,"  s
he said earnestly trying to sit up.

Patrick
pressed her back to the cool soft bed laughing softly.  "My beautiful
..." 
He pressed his lips to the soft red hair at the junction of her legs
pulling
apart
the dampness with his tongue
.  Jolene squealed
loud and grabbed
the
sheets....

"Ooohhh
.
"
 

His fingers danced on her puckered, aching nipples while his mouth sent her to crying like a cat mewling in the field....she helplessly tilted her hips to his mouth. 

"
Please
Patrick
.
 
Oh I cannot stand it
.
"

He chuckled
sensual
darkness...h
is breath teased her flesh while he continued her along to a sobbing cliff of which she recklessly t
hrew
herself over
with screams
while
her fingers twisted in
the
sheets
.

When the world left her behind moaning and pressing against his dark magic
she did not even know who she was
.

Before she returned to her senses, he plunged into her deeply leaving her with cries that echoed out of the opened French doors. 
His purple eyes reached inside of her, pulling her into his storm.

Patrick
's raw need, like the stallion in the field
,
was etched in his face
and blowing through his nostrils.  He loomed
above her and the
mad lust
was
told in the muted breath and guttural groans of his
increasing
deep strokes. 

He pressed harder, faster and deeper and Jolene met his strokes with erratic
mad
thrusts of need. 

"Come for me Jolene
," he whispered against her ear. 

H
i
s thrusts
increased
,
deep
ened
and
pressed
hard
er
, sucking the breath out of her while building her again
to ecstasy
. 
Jolene gripped his back with her nails and screamed
with a bursting release that left her shuddering and convulsing in a haze of pleasure
.

Nothing...nothing had ever felt like this.

Her body shook in the aftermath.  He lay on top of her whispering words of love and
dark- naughty-moonshine
words
that started the heat pulsing through her veins again
. 

The wind blew the white curtains.  She could hear the soft rain outside hitting the streets of Paris. 

Tears from heaven....tears of joy.
  Tears of unbelievable joy.....

*******

"
Wake up
Princess...my lady bride.  We have a whole life
time to sleep.
I want you to see Paris.
"
 

Angel Gabrielle woke her up to a bright sunny morning in Paris.  Tea in bed...a chocolate croissant.....

And so….t
he little girl with freckles and hair
the color of fire did grow up.

And j
ust as she vowed on that long ago day
in the terrible storm where she
lost everything….she never sold
Dancer
'
s Dream
'
s so
n
Storm…

She took h
im to the Derby and he won the Triple C
rown…

The dream of her father.
 

She got her farm back. 

And married the handsome Earl
who gave her a long and happy life filled with children and love
.

The dream of her mother.

She got back all that was lost just as she vowed she would when her world crumbled around her and gained love that lasted a lifetime.

The Patriot Guard did come and circle the flag pole but it was not in protest.  They raised the flags in honor of Bernie
, Flint, Timmy, Tommy, Doug and Mitch
.

Jolene got her very own motorcycle with flags painted on the gas tank....so she could ride too.

Jolene
was very happy
and made Patrick very happy too..
.

And
they
lived happily ever after.

Other Books By Rebecca Mance
:

The Letter (American Royalty Book 1)

Iron Horse King (American Royalty Book 2)

The Chosen One

Also please see the inspiration of this author's life.  Her
Dearest G
ranny, Mary Margarette Donnelly-Hill..vignettes, "Moonshine, Mountains an d Memories of My Grandmother.
"