Free Love me ... Again by Delka Beazer

my head, he reaches down and kisses me, mating our mouths, stoking me to higher heights which burst out of my mouth in feverish screams. It’s like a sword thrust right into the heart of my soul. I lift my hips into his with maddening ferocity, every breath a short scream of his name. He reaches his high before I do and pulls out, drags me back on top, eyes gleaming with pleasure he slaps me hard on the ass and bucks his hips upwards.
    I toss my head back, digs my heels in and ride him with complete abandon, I squeeze my eyes shut and savor the unstoppable slide of him through my body … another soft brush of rain splashes my face. The moisture only intensifies the upward thrust of his hot, hard body into mine. A scream starts to build at the back of my raw throat. It gathers steams as it barrels up from my core. It leaps from my mouth releasing an agony of sensations so incredible they take over my body. I writhe and pin down onto him as I implode with all delicacy of a thunderstorm. He rears up, sending my exhausted body high and several sharp thrusts later, he quivers and keeps thrusting, even as his hoarse moan drowns out the silences around us. I collapse onto him. Our belly’s plaster together with rain and passion. His heart hammers against mine. Eyes closed, face sunk onto his warm, rippling chest I breathe shallowly. His own hot breathing scalds the nape of my neck and rises to meet the scents of the crushed bittersweet wildflowers which float like tiny angle wings beneath our bodies.

Chapter nine
     
     
    Beep! Beep!
    I bolt from his warm chest and squint through the darkness for the source of the sound.
    He chuckles, skims my cheek with the back of his hard knuckles, “relax, it’s my phone.” Without dislodging me, he reaches over and rummages in the damp clothing he’d tossed aside, he pulls the phone out.
    A quick tap, “Yes?”
    “Colt!” Jett’s voice burst through and it’s hoarse with fear.  I stiffen, his voice alone is enough to condemn me, Jett rushes on, “where the hell are you man?”
    The fear in Jett’s voice conveys itself to Colt, whose body stiffens beneath me. Hastily I get off of Colt’s lap, avoid his eyes which follow me as I reach for my clothes.
    Colt lunges to his feet a second later, his broad, naked back faces me as he takes Jett off of speaker phone and puts it to his ear.
    Seconds later he turns back and snatches up his clothes from the ground, he looks off into the distant, dark sky, “We’ve got to go now!” he says curtly and runs to his horse.
    I open my mouth to ask what’s the matter but swiftly decide against it. Unease churns in my stomach.
    We mount, I turn to him, worry eating at me, “what’s happened?”
    His face is white, bleached of all color, his eyes are pained as guilt bears down on him, “fire … lightning caused it,” he growls impatiently, he swings away from me as if he cannot look at me anymore. I gulp, fresh humiliation rushes through me. But I stiffen my back as I follow him out of the meadow and down the mountain side.
    The ride back is bone jarring. Colt lies flat above his horse as he urges the animal to reckless speed.
    Grimly, I set my teeth and fight to keep pace with him.
    He looks back at me only once, “Are you okay?” he shouts above the thunder of the horse’s hooves, I jerk my chin as I fight to keep pace with him.
    Dawn is tinting the sky as we make it back to the camp. But … it isn’t really dawn that’s solely responsible.
    As I gaze closer at the blush colored sky, horror sinks into me. Tongues of flame are licking upwards from between the trees all around the mountain side. Their magnetic iridescence radiates off the dark gray clouds which linger above and fly outwards with savage grace. As I watch, sparks of flames soar higher and higher down into the valley where the cattle are doing their clumsy best to dodge the painful missiles. Under their feet, wet burning grass is sending up plumes of pungent smoke causing