Free Flint by Fran Lee Page B

let me in there..." he nipped her shoulder, and pulled her tight to him as she cried out softly and climaxed once more.
    Her body alight with sensation, Lily still stiffened as he told her that he wanted to take her there. Being touched there had set her off like a firecracker...but it also brought back her step-father's threat to hurt her by doing that to her. She drew in a ragged breath and lifted from him, feeling his shaft slide from her body as she quickly stepped back onto the porch and shoved her skirt back down. "Whoa...easy there, sweet thing...if that isn't something you'd enjoy, forget I asked." Flint's wet cock clad in the milky condom was still alive and ready.
    She averted her gaze and said something unintelligible as she turned away toward the still open door. What had she been thinking? How could she have let this go so far? Loneliness and pain had lowered her defenses to the point of no return, and now she knew she had to get away from here. She couldn't remain here and pretend the world would just go away and let her live peacefully.
    She heard him scuffling behind her as she almost ran for the door. As she quickly slipped through the screen, there wasn't a soul in sight, so she broke into a run for the stairs, kicking off her shoes so she wouldn't break an ankle. She had reached the third stair when he caught her and swung her off her feet to carry her the rest of the way up.
    She didn't fight him. She simply turned her face away and closed her eyes as he walked down the hall to his bedroom, and set her on her feet on the lush Navajo rug. She didn't look at him. She kept her eyes glued to the oak floor and its beautiful rug.
    Now that he'd had her, would she be able to run?
     
    Flint lifted her chin gently with his fingertips, forcing her to meet his gaze. "I guess that was a flat no. If you don't want that, it's totally off the menu. Tell me what happened to you, Lily. And no bullshit. A woman doesn't panic like that unless there's a good reason."
    He saw the flash of fear in those incredible tawny eyes, and once again he wanted to throttle the bastard that had hurt her so badly. He ached to tear his head off. Almost as much as he ached to be back inside this amazing, beautiful creature that had knocked him for a loop at first sight.
    "Talk to me, baby...what can I do to help? I feel so damn helpless right now, and that's not something I enjoy feeling."
    She closed her eyes and a tear slid silently down one cheek, leaving him feeling totally lost. He pulled her into his embrace and kissed the top of her head. "Stay with me tonight..."
    He felt her body tense, and he slowly loosened his arms, allowing her to step back. "Did I ask for too much too fast?" He waited in agony to hear her deny that he had. But instead, she just moved back another step.
    "I need to think about this, Flint. It has nothing to do with you. You're fine. It's me. I think it would be best if I slept in my own room." Her voice was shaky and soft. He wanted to yell at someone...scream and rant. Instead, he simply placed his hands on his hips and nodded. And as she turned to walk out of his room and vanished down the hall, he felt as if a fist of sizeable proportions had just slugged him in the gut.
     
    She packed her own things into her backpack, leaving the clothes he had bought for her in the armoire and drawers. Tears blinded her as she tucked her papers into the top zippered compartment, leaving the bulky lock box on the bed. She glanced at the clock on the mantle and slipped into her jacket, figuring that they should all be asleep by now. And with one last look around her temporary little haven, Lily Thomas slipped out the door and tiptoed down the stairs to the big front doors, where she set a letter addressed to Flint on the small table next to the entry.
    The ranch road turn off was a good ten miles from the main road, and she figured she could walk it in about three hours if she made good time. She should be able to catch a