Firestorm - Ellie Masters Page 0,102
to you?” My shift in topic may be abrupt, but I haven’t had a chance to speak with Grant. I need to know what he’s found.
“He did.” She twists a lock of hair around her finger. “He had me sit with a sketch artist to get a picture of the man I saw.”
It shouldn’t surprise me. Unlike flakey Pete, Grant is a thorough fucker. He’ll chase down every lead until it reaches a dead end. I’m glad he’s working her case.
With Evelyn helping me, we unsaddle Knight and give him a rub down in half the time it normally takes. I slide the bolt to Knight’s stall closed and turn to find her playing with a length of rope.
She glances toward the door, then turns her attention back to me. A shit eating grin spreads across my face. I love the direction her thoughts are going.
“Whatcha got?” I tease.
“Nothing.”
“Doesn’t look like nothing.” I prowl toward her, harder than ever. My dick has a mind of its own and it wants her. I’m happy to oblige the fucker, but first that barn door needs to close.
It faces the house and there’s no way I’m giving my brothers a show.
Evelyn isn’t going to get fucked in some stall. That rope she’s holding is going over the main support beam stretching over her head.
It’s been two long weeks of backbreaking work fighting the San Rios fire and I’m ready to let lose a little steam. This is something I intend to savor.
Instead of coming at her directly, I keep a wide berth and walk around until I reach the barn door. We generally keep it open for ventilation, closing it only during the chilliest nights in winter. Which means it makes one hell of a screeching noise as I pull it shut.
As expected, there’s movement in the windows of the house. My fucking brothers were watching. We’re going to have a conversation about that later. For now, my attention returns to Evelyn.
“Have you ever been tied up during sex before?”
She takes a step back and clutches the rope tight to her belly. Her lower lip rolls in as she nibbles on it. Such a fucking turn on. I know what that mouth of hers can do. Too nervous to speak, she gives a tiny shake of her head.
This is a first for her and damn if I’m not happy about that.
She’s willing, but nervous, which means I need to take this really slow. My dick is pissed about that. It wants to rut and fuck and bury itself deep inside her hot pussy. Fortunately, I’m not so far gone that I listen to my dick.
Yes, I want to fuck, but I’m more interested in making this an experience Evelyn will never forget. I hold out my hand and shift my voice to a lower register.
“Give that to me.”
Her eyes widen and she takes another step back. I close the distance, and she takes another step back. The corner of my mouth curves up, because this is going to be so much damn fun.
On my fourth step, she backs up against one of the support posts. It’s actually the perfect place. I thought to loop the rope over a beam and torment her nice and slow, but there’s a peg at the top of the post that’ll do just fine. I can’t wait to tie her hands over her head, tease her until she screams, then fuck her against the post.
Yes, this will do just fine.
“Are you trying to run from me?”
She can’t find her voice and gives another shake of her head. Attuned to everything about her, I take my cues from the way her cornflower blue eyes blow out with lust. Her pupils fully dilate and there’s only the faintest rim of blue left. The way her breath accelerates turns me on. That damn nibbling of her lower lip drives me fucking crazy. Her eyes lock to mine, testing my resolve, a little uncertain, but determined to see this through.
“I fucking missed you.” The crotch of my jeans tightens as my arousal grows. I avoid adjusting myself. I want her full attention on me not my cock.
At least for now.
I take another step and she presses her back against the post.
I reach out. “Hand me the rope.”
Careful to make everything a command, instead of a request, I set the tone for our little experiment. If this is something she likes, I have so many other things I want to show her.
With some