Untamed (5 page)

She pivoted on her heel just in time to see Clint catch Buffy. Upside down. Lily burst out laughing. She couldn’t help it. It was hilarious. Clint had Buffy around the waist, trying to dodge her kicking legs while her hands beat at the air.

Meanwhile, behind Lily, Buffy’s friend and the big woman were going at it, with more people joining in the fray. It promised to be one hell of a fight. Clint got Buffy righted, grabbed Lily’s hand and started plowing his way through the crowd toward the door with Buffy screaming behind them about him being a cheating shit.

Once they were outside, Lily looked up at him. “That’s your girlfriend?”

“I dated her a few times.”

“She seems to think it was more.”

Clint blew out his breath. “Look, like I said, we dated a few times, then she left to go somewhere in the Caribbean with friends and this is the first time I’ve seen or talked to her since.”

Lily didn’t think he was telling a lie, but she needed to be one hundred percent sure. “Clint, if you—”

“I don’t,” he interrupted. “Lil, she’s just some gal I hooked up with a few times. She means nothing, don’t you know that by now? I love you, Lil.”

“Me too. Let’s go home,” she replied and took his hand. “Then you can show me.”

“Now you’re talkin’ my kinda evening.”

She laughed and started for the truck, then remembered. “Wait! What about Cam?”

Clint stopped walking, turned and looked at the club with a sigh. “Shit. Okay. I’ll go get him. No, wait—” He pulled out his cell phone.

“Cam?” he yelled when a blare of noise came over the phone. “We’re leaving…What? What? Okay, later.”

He looked at Lily. “He’ll catch a ride home. Come on, I suddenly feel like a swim.”

Lily’s pulse spiked. She knew what Clint’s idea of a night swim was and it was for sure there would be nothing cool about it. She grinned and hurried alongside him to the truck.

Chapter Six

It had been two weeks since the call from Eddie and in that time there’d been no more fires. At least not the kind that burned down houses. Lily felt as if she was on fire more than half the time. Just looking at Clint was enough to ignite flames of lust.

She smiled to herself as she finished filling the last of the water troughs. Clint and Cam were rounding up the stock in preparation for the sale tomorrow. With luck, they’d show a good profit.

Lily headed into the stable to take a look at the stalls. She’d planned on cleaning them in the morning, but wanted to check on Skiddles, a mottled mare in foal. She was about to pop and feeling a little puckish. It seemed to ease her when Lily brushed and talked to her.

She had just reached the door to the tack room when she got a shock. Eddie stepped through the door.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she demanded.

“I need money.”

Lily laughed. “Well, you’re barking up the wrong tree. In case you’ve forgotten, thanks to you I don’t have any.”

“Lily, that fucker sent his goons after me. If I don’t come up with something there’s no telling what they’ll do to me.”

“Not my problem,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You’re such a fucking bitch. You’re my goddamn wife and you don’t care if those fuckers beat the shit outta me, break my legs?”

“Nope, don’t give one fat hoot.”

Eddie stormed over to her. “Well you better start giving a hoot, you cunt. You’re gonna get me that money. Or else.”

“Or else what?” Cam’s voice came from the door to the stable.

Lily saw Eddie’s eyes widen. She hurried over beside Cam. Cam took a step in front of her and addressed Eddie. “Get off my property.”

“I’m here to get my wife.”

“Don’t think so,” Cam disagreed. “Lily’s not going anywhere with you.”

“You got no right to keep a man’s wife from him.”

“I do.” Clint stepped from the tack room.

Lily watched Eddie jerk around toward Clint. Clint must have entered from the outside door to the tack room, she realized. That put Eddie in a pickle. His head was bonging from Cam to Clint like someone watching a tennis match.

She wished she could find it in herself to feel sorry for him, but the truth was, she was enjoying seeing him squirm.

“She’s my wife.” Eddie’s voice took on a whining tone.

“She’s mine.” Clint’s voice was low but carried a definite threat. “She’s getting a divorce and she doesn’t want anything to do with you. Now, you better get off our property.”

“You can’t keep me from her. She’s—”

Clint didn’t argue, he just pulled out his phone as Eddie protested. When he did speak, it was into the phone, apparently to the police. Eddie watched nervously as Clint ended the call. “Guess you should’ve left when you could, Mr. Haywood.

He looked at Cam. “I’m going to take Lily inside. How ’bout keeping an eye on Mr. Haywood ’til the cops get here?”

“My pleasure,” Cam said with a smile.

Clint walked over to Lily and took her hand. “Come on, Lil. Let’s go to the house.”

She didn’t argue, but she did cut Eddie a hate-filled look before she let Clint lead her away. They were halfway across the yard when she heard yelling behind them. She turned just in time to see Eddie running out of the stable with Cam closing in on him with a coil of rope in one hand.

Cam launched himself at Eddie, taking him down like a linebacker. Quick as a flash, Cam went to work and in less than ten seconds, Eddie was hog-tied, screaming in the dirt.

Lily couldn’t help but laugh and applaud. Cam climbed to his feet and took a dramatic bow. “I think he’ll be fine ’til the police get here,” Cam said and headed back toward the stable.

Clint just chuckled and resumed his trek to the house. Once inside, he went to the refrigerator. “Beer?” he asked.

“Feeling more like iced tea. Got any left?”

Clint got out the pitcher of tea and a couple of beers while Lily fixed a glass of tea. “Want me to take Cam a beer?” she asked.

“I’ll do it.”

She didn’t argue, but took a seat at the table and thought about Eddie showing up. He must be really scared to track her down and try getting money out of her. She supposed she should feel bad for him, but she didn’t have it in her to feel bad for him anymore.

There was a time she’d overlooked his laziness or the way he mismanaged money, even the lies he told. She overlooked all of it because she thought she was supposed to. Her folks raised her to believe that marriage was sacred. When you said “I do,” it meant a real vow.

She’d tried to honor that vow, and maybe she would have continued to do so if Eddie hadn’t gambled away the farm. It was for damn sure that she’d never forgive him, and now that she’d found Clint, she’d sure never go back to Eddie. It might make her a failure in the marriage department, but she fully intended to get free of Eddie.

The sound of car doors slamming drew her out of her thoughts. She got up to go to the back door and look out. There was a car marked sherriff’s Department in the driveway. Two uniformed officers were standing beside it, talking with Clint and Cam while Eddie lay tied up in the dirt.

Lily didn’t see any need to involve herself so she just stood and watched. After a few minutes, the officers untied Eddie, cuffed him and put him in the back of the car. They shook hands with Clint and Cam and left.

She returned to the kitchen. A couple of minutes later Clint and Cam entered the house.

“Well?” she asked.

“Looks like Eddie’s gonna spend a few nights in jail,” Clint answered.

“And not just for trespassing,” Cam added. “They found his car at the end of the drive. Or the car he was driving. It was stolen and had expired plates.”

Lily shook her head. Leave it to Eddie to take off across state lines in a stolen car. “So, I guess he’s not gonna be getting out in the next day or so?”

“Doesn’t appear so,” Cam replied and went to the refrigerator for another beer. “Think I’ll go get cleaned up. Y’all got plans? I’m taking this gal, Rachel, out to dinner and probably go somewhere after. You can join if you want.”

Clint looked at Lily and she shook her head. “Don’t feel much like it. Besides, we’ve got a ton of ribs left and I made a big potato salad this morning and a batch of coleslaw and baked beans.”

“Sounds good to me,” Clint commented.

“Okay, cool.” Cam headed down the hall, leaving them alone.

Clint took a seat at the table. “I think maybe you should go to the sale with us tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“I just don’t feel good about leaving you here by yourself.”

“Eddie’s in jail. And you and Cam just told me he’s not getting out anytime soon, so I don’t see there’s anything to be concerned about.”

“Still—”

“Clint, I’ll be fine. Besides, I’ve just started making real progress with Patches. I really want to spend some time with him tomorrow.”

He was quiet for a few moments then nodded. “Okay, but promise you’ll keep your cell phone on you.”

“Promise,” she assured him with a smile. “Now, I feel like taking a shower before dinner. You wanna join me?”

“What about Cam?”

She knew what he was asking. She’d been hesitant to let Cam see them being sexual in any way up until now.

“He’s got his own bathroom,” she said and started for the door.

Clint chuckled and followed. Both of them stripped down in the laundry room then headed down the hall, making slow progress thanks to all of the fondling and kisses they couldn’t resist indulging in.

Lily started the water and before it had time to warm up, Clint wrapped his arms around her from behind, lifted her up and walked them both under the cold spray.

Clint turned her toward him for a kiss and Lily forgot about the temperature of the water. Before the kiss ended, hot water cascaded over them, rivulets running across her shoulders and down over her breasts. She smiled up at him and released him to pick up a bottle of shampoo.

“Kneel down,” she said as she poured shampoo in her hand. “You’re too tall, I can’t reach your hair very well.”

He complied, finding that the position put him eye level with her navel. His eyes moved down. Just inches away was the holy grail, at least to a man. He reached up, placing his hands on her ass. She wiggled against his hands but continued to wash his hair. “Okay, stand up,” she directed and guided him face-first into the spray of water to rinse.

Clint felt a warm rush on his skin, when her hands, slick with soap, worked around his body to his penis. She stroked him for a minute then turned her attention to his back. She started at the top of his shoulders and worked down. Her touch was not that of someone at a task. She took her time, feeling every inch of his skin, murmuring to him, telling him how beautiful he was.

When she reached his ass, she leaned in, running her left hand around to his cock. Her hand moved between the cleft of his ass, over his anus and to his balls. It felt so good, he reached out, bracing himself with both hands against the shower wall in front of him.

After a minute of pleasure that was close to overwhelming, she squatted down behind him and washed his legs. When she rose and turned his back to the spray, she smiled up at him and began to soap the front of his body.

Extra attention was paid to areas below the belt line, and all the while, she kept her eyes glued to his. It was wonderful and horrifying at the same time. He was going to come at any moment. “You need to stop.” He put one hand on hers to stay her motion.

“Not yet,” she argued and turned him toward the water. When he was rinsed, she turned him to face her and knelt down in front of him.

When she took him in her mouth, he had to reach for the side walls. She worked her tongue against the head, taking him deep inside her mouth then pulling back. Over and again, one sublime stroke after another.

When her left hand came up and her fingers stroked over the bottom of his balls, he had to bite back a groan. He could feel an orgasm coming, like a big train barreling down the tracks ready to sweep him away. And he could do nothing to stop it except shudder and hang on as it swept over him.

Lily stood and leaned in as if to kiss him. He mentally cursed himself by pulling back. She just smiled. “Not into tasting yourself on me? That’s okay.”

She stuck her hand between her legs and inserted two fingers into her vagina. His eyes glued to the motion of her hand and his cock experienced a sudden resurgence of life. She removed her fingers and pressed them against his lips.

He opened his mouth and took her fingers into it. One taste and he reached up to take her hand, licking each finger from tip to the knuckle of her hand. She watched, the blue of her irises deepening to the color of twilight and the pupils enlarging.

Clint pulled her to him and kissed her. It was a unique experience, her taste combining with his. She reached between them to the thickening length of his erection and gave an appreciative little moan.

Suddenly the heat of the water started to diminish and Clint realized that she still had sand in her hair. “My turn,” he said and picked up the shampoo. “We might have to hurry. We’re running out of hot water.”

“Don’t hurry,” she replied. “You can keep me warm.”

“I’ll do my best.”

While he soaped her hair, she stroked him, kissing his chest, running her tongue over and around his nipples. It was not an easy task to keep his mind on what he was doing but he managed to wash the sand from her hair.

He soaped his hands and ran them over her shoulders. She raised her arms and leaned back against the shower wall, submitting to his touch. He worked up to her fingers and trapped her hands against the wall with his own, pressing against her to capture her lips. She accepted the kiss eagerly.

Clint ended the kiss and moved his hands slowly down her arms to the sides of her breasts, then in to track over them, feeling the hard nipples against his palms. She gave a breathy little moan and thrust her breasts forward more into his hands.

He cupped her breasts, running his thumbs around the tightened skin of the areola then the nipple. Her breathing quickened and a flush rose on her skin. “Slow,” she whispered. “Soft.”

Max followed her desire, seeing on her face that he was giving her pleasure. When the soap on his hands started to deplete, he directed her into the water then turned her again to face him and began to soap her stomach.

His hands moved over her hips and back up, then down, over the tight curls of her Mons and into the vee of her thighs. Her sex was plump and wet and, when he cupped it, felt hot to his hand.

Lily moaned when he worked his middle finger inside her and pressed against his hand. “Yes. Yes.”

Her whisper brought him to full erection again. He pulled her against him, felt her writhe and ride his hand. When his thumb brushed over her clit, she gasped. “Oh god, Clint.”

Clint understood the tone. It filled him with excitement. He was the one making her come. He could take her over the edge. Or he could prolong it. He opted for drawing it out and removed his hand.