still mad. Really, really mad.
"Good morning."
"Come here."
She stood on wobbly legs and walked across the room toward him. When she got closer the look in his eyes took her breath away.
He wasn't mad. He was scared.
"Sit."
She didn't move fast enough apparently because he pulled her down into his lap. He was fully dressed again. She was… not.
His hands started to slide over her body possessively. But his eyes never left hers.
"I meant what I said Elle. You are coming back with me."
She stared at him.
"Alright."
He squeezed her in approval.
"No more running."
"No more running."
"Promise me."
"I promise."
That seemed to appease him because he smiled for the first time. But he wasn't looking at her face. His fingers were trailing over the hard tips of her breasts. She gasped at the sensation.
"Are you hungry Elle?"
She was ravenous. But she wanted him more. And judging from the torpedo in his lap, he wanted her too.
For always.
She smiled at him.
"I can wait."
The serious look lifted from his eyes for the first time since she'd seen him on the plane. The cocksure smile was back.
"Good. I'll try to take less than an hour this time."
He lifted her up and carried her to the bed.
12.
"Easy boy. That's it."
Jake eased the bridle off the exhausted horse. He was working with Thunder again this morning, just like he'd been doing every day since he got back from New York. He found that wearing the stallion out was the best way to teach him.
He was sort of doing the same thing with Elle.
No sort of.
Exactly.
Each night he kept her up and busy until she fell into a satisfied slumber. He made sure she was too tired and sated to run. Of course, he ended up pretty satisfied too.
Really satisfied. More so than he'd ever been in his life.
He grinned and patted the stallion.
It was a difficult job, but somebody had to do it.
He was brushing Thunder down when one of the workmen he'd hired came to find him.
"Mr. Delancey? It's ready."
"Thanks Steve."
He fed the steed an apple and followed Steve to the former tack shed. From the outside it looked like a hundred year old building. Well kept and serviceable, but old. But inside, it was something else entirely.
Padded walls, low comfortable couches and a glass wall that separated the equipment and a small room set up with studio instruments.
He grinned and slapped Steve on the back.
"It's perfect."
*********
Elle bent over the figures, entering each into the software that Mrs. Garret had taught her to use. The woman was getting on and needed help with the household expenses. It was just one of the things that Elle had learned to do to help in running the estate. Jake had insisted on it.
He insisted on a lot of things lately. Not that she minded.
She looked up to see him
"Good morning."
"Come here."
She stood on wobbly legs and walked across the room toward him. When she got closer the look in his eyes took her breath away.
He wasn't mad. He was scared.
"Sit."
She didn't move fast enough apparently because he pulled her down into his lap. He was fully dressed again. She was… not.
His hands started to slide over her body possessively. But his eyes never left hers.
"I meant what I said Elle. You are coming back with me."
She stared at him.
"Alright."
He squeezed her in approval.
"No more running."
"No more running."
"Promise me."
"I promise."
That seemed to appease him because he smiled for the first time. But he wasn't looking at her face. His fingers were trailing over the hard tips of her breasts. She gasped at the sensation.
"Are you hungry Elle?"
She was ravenous. But she wanted him more. And judging from the torpedo in his lap, he wanted her too.
For always.
She smiled at him.
"I can wait."
The serious look lifted from his eyes for the first time since she'd seen him on the plane. The cocksure smile was back.
"Good. I'll try to take less than an hour this time."
He lifted her up and carried her to the bed.
12.
"Easy boy. That's it."
Jake eased the bridle off the exhausted horse. He was working with Thunder again this morning, just like he'd been doing every day since he got back from New York. He found that wearing the stallion out was the best way to teach him.
He was sort of doing the same thing with Elle.
No sort of.
Exactly.
Each night he kept her up and busy until she fell into a satisfied slumber. He made sure she was too tired and sated to run. Of course, he ended up pretty satisfied too.
Really satisfied. More so than he'd ever been in his life.
He grinned and patted the stallion.
It was a difficult job, but somebody had to do it.
He was brushing Thunder down when one of the workmen he'd hired came to find him.
"Mr. Delancey? It's ready."
"Thanks Steve."
He fed the steed an apple and followed Steve to the former tack shed. From the outside it looked like a hundred year old building. Well kept and serviceable, but old. But inside, it was something else entirely.
Padded walls, low comfortable couches and a glass wall that separated the equipment and a small room set up with studio instruments.
He grinned and slapped Steve on the back.
"It's perfect."
*********
Elle bent over the figures, entering each into the software that Mrs. Garret had taught her to use. The woman was getting on and needed help with the household expenses. It was just one of the things that Elle had learned to do to help in running the estate. Jake had insisted on it.
He insisted on a lot of things lately. Not that she minded.
She looked up to see him
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