A Haunted Romance (12 page)

She shook her head, grabbed her laptop, and went to her bedroom. For a lark she’d tried the optical character recognition software that came with her laptop on Minerva’s manuscript, but it couldn’t make any reasonable sense of her writing. If she wanted a clean copy, she’d be better off typing the whole thing in by hand. But for her own pleasure she had enough practice to read Minerva’s writing. She settled down to read, feeling an odd combination of naughty and studious at the same time, and she drifted off for a nap that way.

Her morning writing was disturbed by the whistling sound that had bothered her once at night. This time, she decided, she wasn’t about to let her fear of spiders bother her. She armed herself with a flashlight and pulled down the attic stairs. The denizens scurried away from her just as fast as they had from Trent, and when she flashed her light around, they were nowhere to be seen. The sound, however, continued intermittently, right over her head. It wasn’t coming from the attic; it was coming from the top of the roof.

At this point she was in no mood to let anything stop her, even her fear of heights. Dalton had retrieved a ladder from the shed when he was clearing the gutters and had left it lying outside leaning against the wall. She marched outside in her boots and propped the ladder up against the back eave. If she fell, at least people were going to come later in the day, and they’d find her, even if her neck was broken. She gritted her teeth and climbed the ladder and then crawled across the roof toward the highest point. Her hair fluttered in the wind.

Good thing I’m too heavy to get blown off.

She got to the chimney, and the sound whistled loudly in her ear at the next gust of wind. There was a bent and twisted piece of metal curved into a narrow closed cylinder with a crack in the side on top of the grating that covered the chimney. She stuck her finger in the hole at one end, and the whistling stopped.

“Ghost,” she said aloud, to no one but herself. “Ha!” The metal didn’t seem to serve any purpose; it was just lying there. She tried to pick it up, but it didn’t move. She tugged it harder, and the thing came off—but the force sent her tumbling down the slope of the roof.

She let go of the metal cylinder and tried to dig her hands into the shingles, but it didn’t really slow her down. The gutter did, however. She caught it with both hands and hung for a moment as the rest of her body continued to fall off the roof entirely. She was sure the gutter would break, but her grip failed first. She fell ungracefully, trying in vain to twist her legs underneath her and land the way she’d always imagined doing it in gymnastics class when she was a child. She was going to fall flat in the mud.

Instead, strong arms caught her, giving just enough to slow her fall down.

“Whoa,” said Trent.

She blinked. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Trent raised an eyebrow. “You’re welcome.” He set her down, giving her a chance to get her feet. She ended up grabbing for the ladder for balance. She knocked it over into the mud. The cylinder was still rolling back and forth in the gutter, its clanking mocking her from above, but at least it wasn’t whistling anymore.

She shook her head. “I mean, thank you. But still. What are you doing in my backyard?”

“You didn’t come around to the front door when I knocked, and your car is still here, so I knew you were home. I heard you rustling around on the roof.” The way Trent told it, it all seemed perfectly logical.

“And you arrived in the nick of time.”

“That was just dumb luck. I came to sweep you off your feet, only to find that you were already off them.”

Right
. “Very cute. Why, really?”

Trent shrugged his shoulders. “I can’t get you out of my head, Chelsea. I dreamed of you all night long.”

“No way.”

“You always doubt me, and yet I always tell you the simple truth.” He reached and undid a button on her blouse, then another.

She looked down, saw just how much cleavage he’d managed to unveil, and grabbed one of his wrists. “Not here in the open like that!”

“Indoors is fine. Or right here.” Having only one hand with which to unbutton barely slowed him down.

“People will see!”

“Who?”

He had a point. The way the houses were it was pretty hard to see her backyard from anywhere except Trent’s house. “Let’s go inside.”

He smiled. “Will you let me have my way with you there?”

What a strange way to put it, when he could have just asked if she’d make love to him. The answer was yes. She smiled a little, playfully. “I’ll obey your every command.” She was surprised at the huskiness in her voice. Her heart hammered, and she was sure she was going to soak through her jeans. Why did that thought turn her on so much?

He grinned. “I’ll hold you to that.” He took his hand off her blouse. She released his wrist.

Her pussy clenched. She was a little scared, but that wasn’t going to stop her. She tried to rebutton, because it felt wrong to have her blouse gaping open outside.

He grabbed her wrists. “No you don’t.”

She nodded. Why she was letting him get away with that, she didn’t know. He loosened his grasp almost immediately. If she really wanted him to stop, she thought he’d stop. But she didn’t.

She walked around to the side door, giving one glance around to make sure that no one was there. No one was. Of course.

Trent stopped her the moment they were in the door and got her blouse the rest of the way off. She wondered if she was going to be bent over the kitchen counter and fucked from behind. That would be the fastest way.

“Put your wrists behind your back.”

She did as she was told. She’d only known him for a week. But she trusted him, even if some part of her brain was telling her that was foolish.

He tied her wrists together with the sleeves of her blouse and stood behind her. One strong arm held her close. The other teased her nipples through the lacy bra she wore, alternating between breasts. She felt her peaks stiffen, get harder, start to ache.

“Perfect,” he whispered. “Kick off your shoes.”

“Why my shoes?”

He chuckled. “Because you don’t want to track mud through the house.”

She laughed. To think she was afraid for a moment there he had a foot fetish. She kicked them off. The whole business would have been easier if her hands were free.

He unzipped her jeans and pulled them and her panties off until she could step out of them. His hand cupped her mound, and she moaned.

“Now let’s go to the bedroom.”

“Why am I undressed and you still have your clothes on again?” she asked.

“Maybe it’s to remind you of who is in control. You seem to respond well to it.” He slid his finger between her thighs and penetrated her pussy.

She knew he found it wet. She remembered her dream. He’d been dressed there too while she performed for his entertainment. She didn’t mean to moan, but she did.

He chuckled. “Because you like it,” he added.

“Oh yeah.” She looked over at the sink. She could bend right over it and—“Fuck me now.”

“No. I said bedroom.”

She shivered. It hadn’t even occurred to her that she’d be turned down. She walked to the stairs with him close behind her. The journey made her feel even more naked.

When they got inside the bedroom, he picked her up and half tossed, half laid her on the bed. She looked up at him in surprise.

“You want me naked, do you?”

She wanted to see his muscular thighs, his tight abs, his big cock. Just seeing a bulge in his jeans wasn’t enough. “Yes.”

“But you’re not.” His eyes glittered with mischief.

“Huh?”

“You still have your bra on.”

She strained to fix that. She managed, with difficulty, to undo the hook while he watched. She shrugged her shoulders. The straps caught on her wrists, so she couldn’t quite get the bra all the way off, but if he was going to say that made her something other than naked, he might as well accuse her of wearing the blouse that was tied around her wrists. She wouldn’t put it past him. Her breasts were bare, and she arched her back and pulled in her tummy to remind him of that. She wasn’t normally an exhibitionist, but he stared with such frank appreciation, it was hard not to be proud of her curves.

“Well done,” he said. He took off his flannel shirt and unzipped his jeans. Again, he wasn’t wearing underwear. His cock was as big as she remembered, and hard. A drop of precum shone on the tip.

He pulled the jeans off. “Happy?”

She grinned at him. “Ecstatic.”

He grinned back. “You have everything you need, then.” He grabbed hold of his cock and gave it a couple of long, slow strokes.

“Not everything.”

“What would you like?”

“Your cock.” She licked her lips. She wanted that drop of precum.

“Come get it.”

She got to her knees and moved to the edge of the bed. She kissed the purplish head of his cock and licked the tip. Salty and sweet. She slid her lips over the ridge between head and shaft, taking as much of him in as she could. She didn’t care if he thought she was easy right now. In fact, she wanted him to know she was completely available to him. Whatever he wanted her to do, she’d do.

“God, you’re good, Chelsea.”

Encouraged, she bobbed up and down on his shaft. She was surprised when he pushed her off him and back onto the bed. “Why?”

“Because I decided, and you’re mine.”

Oh
. She couldn’t help but think there was some kind of commitment in words like that, even though she knew she shouldn’t presume. “Yours.” Her voice was barely more than a whisper.

He climbed onto the bed after her. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, his warm tongue both intensifying and soothing the ache there. She closed her eyes and just enjoyed the sensation. He was in charge and in control. She found that freeing. She could simply enjoy the moment, not worry about what she was supposed to do or whether she was doing it right. She spread her legs, giving him access to all of her, and letting him take as he pleased.

He kissed and sucked, licked and nipped. From the peaks of her breasts to the valley between her legs, he made every nerve come alive. She wanted more. Even if more just brought more ache. Even if he never pushed her over the edge, she wanted to feel everything he could do to her.

His cock nudged at her pussy, and she opened her eyes. The intensity of his gaze amazed her. He wasn’t looking at the rest of her body; he was looking at her face. She wondered if he could read her mind. Inch by inch he pushed inside her, stretching her, forcing her pussy to accommodate his girth.

“You’re mine.”

What right did he have to say that, she didn’t know. But she wasn’t willing to wreck the moment for anything. “Yes.”

He pushed his hips forward, filling her. She nearly shook in pleasure. If only he had moved after he’d gotten in all the way instead of staying still.

“Don’t come until I say you can.”

“But I’m almost there.”

He grinned. “I know.”

He slid back. Her pussy clenched his cock to try to stop it from leaving. He pushed back in. It was all she could do to hold on. She’d never tried to stop an orgasm before. It was hard enough sometimes to get there in the first place, but here she was almost coming the moment he entered her. She grabbed on to the sheets and gritted her teeth. Only the fact that he was going so slow gave her any chance at all.

He stopped going slow. He pulled halfway out again and pushed into her hard, again and again. His strong arms held his weight off her, but she could still feel him heavy on her torso, the wiry hairs of his chest scraping against her nipples, driving her crazy. “Please.” She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.

He didn’t stop. She screamed as he filled her once more, the force of it enough to shake her hips. Her pussy contracted, and waves of pleasure rolled over her, making her muscles clench and unclench. She wrapped her legs around him tightly as she was unable to hold him with her arms. Maybe he’d come inside her. Maybe he’d forget he’d told her not to come. She just couldn’t hold back any longer.

She didn’t know when she’d shut her eyes tightly, but when she opened them, he was smiling.
Oh good.

“You’ve been a very naughty girl, coming without permission. And after you promised to obey too.”

Oh fuck.

He grabbed her wrists and rolled over, still inside her, pulling her upright. A discarded foil wrapper was on the bed, she noticed. Good thing, because protection had not been the first thing on her mind. She managed to get her knees under her. He arched his hips, thrusting up into her.

“Ride me.”

She nodded. It wasn’t easy without hands to push with, but it was possible. She must look horribly wanting, bouncing up and down his cock like that, but she didn’t care if it was what he liked. His rough hand caressed a sensitive breast, and she felt the heat rise in her again. She wasn’t going to come a second time without permission, even if the consequences didn’t seem too very bad.

Suddenly her bottom stung. He’d spanked her. She searched his face but saw no sign of anger, just a confident smile.

He raised an eyebrow. “Like that?”

“No.”

He switched hands and slapped her other ass cheek. “Sure?”

Her pussy clenched around his cock. She’d been about to say she was certain. “No.”

He grinned. “Tell me when you know.”

Another slap, stinging her bottom but not really hurting, sent sparks into her core. She lifted herself and then lowered, sliding his cock back in deep. The next smack she felt all the way in her pussy as it shook around his cock.
Oh yeah.

She found herself in a rhythm, arching her back to push her butt out for his hand, slamming herself down to receive his cock. All of a sudden, she realized she was on the edge again, and that she’d have to slow down if she didn’t want to come. She didn’t want to slow down.

“Now, Chelsea, come!” His voice was harsh, commanding, and her body obeyed. She felt his cock pulse as her pussy squeezed him. Knowing he was coming inside her, that the ecstasy was shared, heightened her pleasure. Her whole body tightened, then released.