Untamed (2 page)

She placed her hand on his waist, holding loosely as he pulled out onto the blacktop. A few moments later, they were flying down the road.

To where, she didn’t have a clue.

Chapter Two

Lily climbed off the bike as Clint killed the engine. “Where are we?”

“My place.” He swung his leg over the bike to stand.

She looked around. The driveway sat between two enormous pastures that were dotted with squatty-looking oaks and palmetto bushes. Cattle grazed in the pasture to the left, while across the drive in the opposite pasture at least a dozen horses grazed.

Two barns, a corral and several smaller buildings stood behind the house, along with a garage with two double bays that stood open, displaying several pickup trucks, a couple of four-wheelers and several motorcycles.

The main house was fashioned of what looked like stucco with an orange tile roof that was dulled by age. It was an impressive spread.

“Wow, this is nice. I didn’t know there were ranches in Florida.”

“Now you do. Come on.”

“Hold on!” She grabbed his arm as he headed for the back door of the house.

“What?”

“Clint, why did you bring me here?”

“You obviously need a place to stay.”

“So you bring me home with you? Just like that?”

“What would you have me do, Lil? Leave you standing on the side of the road?”

“No, but—”

“But what?”

She put her hands to her head, fingers raking back the hair from her face then tangling in it. It was as if the pull on the roots would suddenly loosen her brain and make it easier to figure out what to say.

“Lily, it’ll be okay.”

His voice was soft and even after twenty years she could read the expression on his face. It almost did her in. She could handle being yelled at, made fun of or even insulted, but knowing he felt sorry for her was a bitter pill to swallow.

“Yeah, maybe. One day. But not today.”

Clint smiled. “Now there’s the Lily I know.”

She looked up at him. “Used to know.”

He nodded. “Come on in, Lil. Let’s have a beer, grill a steak and then we’ll figure out what comes next.”

“I think it might take more than beer and steak for that.”

“But it’s a start. Come on.”

She’d have shamed those who raised her if she’d done anything other than be grateful to him for his kindness. And his statement drove home one of those old sayings her dad had always used.
When life kicks you to the dirt, you’ve got nowhere to go but up.

She followed him inside. “This is a really nice place. You have a family, Clint?”

“Cam and I bought this place about ten years ago. Guess we’ve been too busy building the ranch to think about family. How ’bout you?”

That was a subject she wasn’t eager to discuss. “Cam lives here with you?” she asked as he opened the refrigerator and took out two longneck beers.

“Yep.” He opened the bottles and handed her one.

“Thanks.” She took a drink and followed him back out to the porch. “So, neither of you ever got married?”

“Nope.” He took a seat on the porch swing. “Take a load off.”

Lily sat beside him. “Why not?”

Clint didn’t respond for a moment then turned to look at her. “Never found anyone I loved enough.”

That statement brought an unexpected pain. There was a time she’d thought that their love would last forever. It was silly to feel pain over something that happened so long ago. They were just kids back then. And what did you really know about love when you were still shy of sixteen?

“How about you?” he asked.

Lily lifted her beer. “It’s gonna take a whole lot more of these to get into that sordid tale.”

“I got a case, so drink up.” He clinked his bottle to hers then drank.

She tilted up the bottle and did the same, then leaned back against the swing. Clint had his feet on the concrete floor of the porch, pushing slightly to make the swing sway gently.

“So?” he asked.

“So, I need another beer.”

“Okay.” He started to stand.

“Sit. I’ll get it. Bring you another?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

Four beers later, she’d dodged the question of her marriage all she could. When he asked again, she blew out a breath. “Okay, ‘Reader’s Digest’ condensed version. Dad died and six months later Mom died. Of a broken heart, I guess. She just couldn’t keep going without him. I inherited the farm and started raising horses. Things were okay for a while. Then I got married.”

“Sorry to hear about your folks, Lil. They were good people.”

“Yeah, they were. Thanks.”

“So what about this husband of yours?”

“Rat bastard?”

“Hell of a name, but yeah.”

“He took up with my so-called best friend, borrowed money on the farm and had a high old time gambling it away. So, I lost the farm, told the husband and the best friend to take a hike and took the job with the trucking company in Lakeland. Which brings us to this glorious moment in time.”

Clint nodded. “Hell of a time you’ve had, sugar. I always wondered what happened to you.”

“Did you?” That surprised her. She’d always figured he forgot about her the moment he crossed the state line.

“Yeah, Lil, I did.”

“Me, too,” she admitted.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Those were good times, weren’t they?”

She nodded. “The best. Life was full of possibilities.”

“It still is.” He reached over to put his hand on her knee and squeeze.

“Yeah, I know.” She put her hand on top of his. “I’m just feeling sorry for myself, I guess. And to be honest, it’s more than a little humiliating to meet up with your first love after this long and find out that not only is he still so sexy it should be illegal but he’s a big successful rancher—and you’re a—well, you know.”

“You think I’m sexy?”

Lily laughed. Maybe it was the beer, or maybe she just needed to let go of the misery for a while, but his question struck her as funny. “All that and all you heard was you’re sexy?”

“Well, yeah, sugar.”

“Some things don’t change after all,” she teased. “Does that mean I get to drive your bike?”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, come on, Clint. You don’t remember how you’d always let me drive your truck when I’d tell you how big and strong and sexy you were?”

“I did? You…really? You played me?”

“No.” She shook her head. “I meant it. But it did help when I wanted to drive.”

“You can’t drive my bike. Hey, how the heck did you end up driving a rig anyway?”

“Oh, Dad paid for me to go to truck driving school a year or so before he died. He was having some trouble with his eyes, seeing at night, and once I got my license I’d ride with him and take the night shifts.”

“What happened to him, Lil?”

“Brain tumor. That was what was causing the eye problems. You know how he was. Hated doctors so he wouldn’t get it checked even though Mom nagged him half to death. We were on a haul to Washington State and he went blind. Damn near wrecked. Got him to a hospital and they diagnosed him. Six months later he was gone.”

“Sorry.”

She gave him a smile. “Me too. But he gave us the best of himself while he was here. And he was a great dad. You know, he taught me how to rebuild a sixty-eight GTO engine. And how to do bat turns.”

Clint chuckled. “You always did have a need for speed.”

“Still do,” she replied and tapped her bottle to his.

“Some things don’t change all that much, do they?”

Later she would remember that being the moment. She could have joked it away, could have looked away or said she had to go pee. But she didn’t. Instead she looked into his eyes.

“No, some things don’t change at all.”

Clint felt his breath catch when their eyes met. Damn if she still didn’t have the power to give him a world-class hard-on with just a look. If he’d been wise he would have looked away, or gotten up and started dinner.

But he wasn’t thinking about being wise. All he could see was the look in her eyes and it robbed him of the ability to reason.

“Lily.”

One word, whispered, and she was in his arms. Their lips met and time fell away. Never breaking contact, she climbed on his lap, straddling him. Her arms snaked around his neck, hands fisting in his hair.

Clint couldn’t have stopped if he’d wanted to. All those years of dreaming the “what ifs” and remembering her lithe strong body against his came slamming home, bringing a need that was too strong to deny.

His hands slid under her tight ass, drawing her closer to him. She groaned and deepened the kiss, grinding against his erection. Clint snatched her t-shirt free of her jeans, running his hands up her back, feeling firm muscle beneath soft skin. Skin that was growing damp and hot.

Lily pulled back from the kiss and reached down to grab her t-shirt and snatch it up over her head. Clint’s eyes moved to the swell of her breasts, above the edge of the white bra. No lace and satin for this gal. Like the girl he’d known in the past, she was still a down-to-basics kind of woman.

Before he could do more than look up into her eyes, she’d worked her hands down to his belt. Once it was loosened, she unfastened the button of his jeans and pulled his shirt free. She gave him a sassy smile right before she grabbed both sides of his shirt where it met and yanked, sending buttons flying as she ripped it open.

Air whispered on his skin, giving him one moment of cool. Then her hands were on him, moving over his chest, and heat returned with a vengeance. He reached behind her to unclasp her bra. She paused to allow him to lower the straps from her shoulders and work her arms free.

Clint moved his hands to her breasts. Her eyes locked with his. She reached up to gather her hair and lift it off her shoulders, damp tendrils sticking to her skin. The motion lifted her breasts, presenting a picture of uninhibited sensuality that had his erection throbbing.

Lily gasped as Clint rubber his thumbs over her nipples. Heat streaked from the point of contact, coming to roost in her groin. She let her hair fall and grabbed his face in her hands. It was the kind of kiss a woman dreams about on lonely nights, all tongue and teeth, a kiss that was not gentle or hesitant; a kiss of hunger.

And hungry was a perfect description for how she felt. The bulge beneath her gave testament to his arousal, hard and throbbing against her. It was driving her mad. She broke free of the kiss, intent on getting him out of his pants, but when she did, he reached up, grabbed her hair on the back of her head and pulled her head back.

His lips moved to her neck and she gasped. How many times had he driven her into a frenzy kissing her neck? How many times had she wanted to go further than just making out and touching through clothing when he tempted her this way?

More times than she could count. Back then she’d been nervous and tentative. Not now. Now she wanted all he had to give. As if sensing her thoughts, he moved his mouth lower. His work-hardened hands lifted her breasts, pressing them up and in as his mouth closed around one nipple.

She damn near came it felt so good. She lifted up on her knees, working her hands to the bulge in his pants. His breath hitched when she pressed her hand on his erection.

His mouth abandoned her breast and he looked up at her. For a moment they were frozen, locked eye to eye, then abruptly he grabbed her under her ass and stood. She wound her legs around his waist, clutching his shoulders as he carried her into the house.

Clint laid her on the long couch in the great room and knelt on one knee beside her. Her eyes moved to his and held. Never breaking that contact, he unbuttoned her jeans.

Lily toed off her boots, hearing them clunk against the floor, and then raised her hips as he slid the jeans down, peeling them off and tossing them aside. His eyes raked down her body as he lowered her panties and then back to lock with hers again.

It felt like fire on her skin, the touch of his fingers as he ran his hand down her body to the vee of her thighs. She spread her legs, providing better access, and he shifted positions to kneel between her legs.

Twenty years ago his touch had been hesitant and unsure. That was not the case now. He traced his fingers over her clit swollen labia.  When he worked two fingers inside her she arched up toward him.

A riot of sensation assaulted her, threatening to send her careening over the edge. She arched her pelvis up, her body tensing. “Get in me.”

“In good time, sugar.”

Good time? Christ on a crutch, she’d never seen a better time. Her sex was clenching around his finger as if it had a mind of its own and it felt like electricity was spiking through through her.

“Clint,” she argued with a moan.

His response was to lower his head to her breast, sending another shockwave of pleasure spiking through her. The tempo of his hand increased, stoking fast and deep. She groaned, unable to stop the sound or the trembling of her body.

Just as she was about to come, his withdrew his fingers and rocked back, lifting her hips to work his tongue inside her wet sex. Lily reached back with both hands, holding on to the arms of the couch. Jesus H, the man was driving her insane. If she didn’t come soon she was going to spontaneously combust.