Page 49 of Stitched Up in You
“No more questions,” he grates out, squeezing my mouth between his fingers.
I attempt to nod emphatically, willing to keep my mouth shut as long as he doesn’t stop touching me.
A broken moan exits my smooshed mouth when his hips raise up and shove into mine. Orange light begins to ooze from his gaze, and my stomach dips.
I don’t school my expression in time as he closes his eyes, hiding whatever power he has from me and moving to kiss me in one swift move. His tongue tangles with mine, sending my body into overdrive as my fingers dive into his white-blonde hair.
His hands are everywhere. One hand grips my ass just how I like it, while another rubs circles over my clit through my clothes. Butterflies flap in my stomach as need rachets up with his every caress.
It’s as if Frank is laying claim to my body, turning me into putty without even trying. Our heavy breathing mingles together as he pulls back. I watch and wait as he glares at me, his nostrils flaring in way that tells me he’s not exactly happy about this turn of events.
I start to tell him I didn’t start this on my own with how hateful he looks, but then he reaches down between my legs with both hands. A tear rents the air, and a breeze touches my thighs as I’m jostled and turned in his lap like a doll.
“What the fuck,” I say, but my head bows and a keening cry exits my mouth the next moment. One thick finger slides into me, hooking onto my g-spot as if the pad of it is magnetized to where Frank knows he can do the most damage. I come hard and grip onto Frank’s forearm for dear life. He stills, allowing my body to squeeze down on his hand, allowing me a reprieve from the pleasure assaulting my senses.
“Oh, fuck.” My breathing goes choppy and my nipples strain against the fabric of my bra as he strokes my pussy again.
I blink when he reaches up and whisks my glasses from my face, placing them on the bench next to us.
The move is almost tender, and the complete contrast has me reeling before he starts finger fucking me, using his thick indexfinger like a dildo, pulling my head into his chest and holding me close as he does.
I twist my face into his shirt, breathing in the expensive cologne. The sounds of my body suctioning his fingers fills the stable, heightening my arousal. There’s a sharp sting at the back of my head before Frank tugs me to his lips, shoving his against mine messily as I ride his hand shamelessly.
My eyes fly open when I start to come again, but the sight of Brom standing inside the stable, his gaze clearly on us on the wide bench startles me. I break our kiss, and pull back, thankful when Frank slows his ministrations on my body as I am so not ready for an audience, especially not one that could set fire to the place.
Brom steps closer, his nostrils billowing with smoke, his reins dragging the ground. I want to whine at the loss when Frank pulls his fingers from my pussy, obviously catching onto what’s stolen my attention.
Too quickly my torn pants are set to rights, and I’m pushed behind Frank, my back shoved into the wood of the bench in two short moves.
“What’s he doing?” I murmur, grabbing hold of the back of his suit shirt like a lifeline as the horse moves ever closer, flames licking up his hooves.
Frank grumbles something under his breath and I swear I can make out the words “ungrateful asshat” just as Brom bursts fully into flames.
Red and orange flickers across the horse’s massive frame and the leather saddle, reins and all, melts off his back as the fire seems to burn even hotter, all while he stares at Frank. It’s almost like he’s accusing him of making him wear it too long.
“Well, I guess he was done wearing that,” I say, once the ashes are in a short pile dusting the Percherons’ big hooves.
He whinnies and knickers and I can’t help but laugh.
Making out with the world's most eligible bachelor in a stable with his Ponyta is definitely a goal.
“Whose horse did you say he was?” I ask.
“The Headless Horseman’s,” Frank utters, his tone like gravel, a pissed off expression writ large across his face.
Oh my god. “I knew it.”
Chapter 19
FRANK N. STEIN
“Someone is definitely fucking with me,” I mutter, and the sound echoes, distorting inside the large oval-shaped metal cocoon. My own body is betraying me, unlike anything I can remember in my long years, and it’s taking constant effort to keep my energy levels at a stable level. This is ridiculous, and I’m willing to bet it has something to do with the human currently living above.
Luckily, the hellion won’t be up for hours surely with all of the excitement from yesterday, and she seemed exhausted yesterday after leaving the stable, barely speaking a word the way back.
I even made sure she hadn’t moved from her room before I headed downstairs to let off some of my power source.
It can be no accident that Odette shows her face in the village yesterday, and now I’m being coerced by my own body to shed energy yet again, when I usually can go months without doing so.
