Phoenix Rising

My woman was never getting on a horse again.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Phoenyx

I lay on the sofa, smiling as Clint walked in the room. He held a tray of food and herbal tea for me. I tried not to laugh as he placed it on the coffee table in front of me.

"What is so funny young lady?"

He frowned at me and I shook my head, giggling. He had been so serious since we got back from the hospital. He had barely spoken on the long drive home, either. That had been three days ago. Three days of laying around, not allowed to do anything but watch TV and read the internet. But he hadn’t left my side for a moment. I was a bit worried, but only because he was so worried. But today I couldn’t stop the giggles.

I wasn't laughing because he brought me food. I was laughing because of what he was wearing. Or rather, what he wasn't wearing.

He'd found one of my frilly aprons and put in on. An apron and nothing else. He turned around, and his bare ass prominently displayed. He had a fantastic ass.

I wanted to pinch it. Or bite it.

Or smack it.

Lord knows, he liked to smack mine often enough!

But he was too fast, walking back to the kitchen on those long, thick legs. If I tilted my head to the side, I could almost catch a glimpse of his package.

I lay back, sighing. Clint was not going to make love to me today, I could tell. He'd promised me all kinds of things each day to get me to stay in bed. But he wouldn't give me what I wanted.

Him.

He'd taken care of my ‘womanly needs’ a couple times a day. He was an expert at making me come with his fingers and lips. But he wouldn't let me touch him.

That's why this display of his manly assets was so frustrating. He had such nice legs. Arms too. Shoulders. But that butt… it was a work of art.

Round and high and strong and juicy.

He came back in and sat down with his own cup of coffee. He wouldn't let me have any caffeine or any sex. The doctor had said to lay off caffeine but the sex was just him being mean.

He sat in an easy chair, way out of reach.

"You're still wearing your apron I see."

He fluffed his hair, preening.

"Of course I am, silly. How else am I supposed to stay neat and tidy?"

I giggled at his girly impersonation. But it wasn't long until I started to pout.

"You're an awful tease, Clint McRae. You know that?"

He smiled.

"Eat your oatmeal and maybe you'll get a reward."

Hmmm… that sounded nice. A reward might mean fooling around a little. At this point I would take what I could get. I ate my food and took the vitamin he had insisted I take. I shook my head, amazed at what a mother hen he'd become.

My man.

Or my… boyfriend. I still wasn't sure what to call him. Oh, we were getting married, I had no doubt about that. But my cousins had told him he had to wait a whole year. And at least six months to propose.

They said I was too young to know my own mind.

Clint had agreed to their bargain, despite my protests. I wanted the white picket fence and I wanted it now.

But he had insisted that they were right. He'd promised me oodles of pre-engagement sex. He'd said he still had lots to teach me.

So I’d agreed.

So we were 'promised' but not engaged. But he loved me and that's what mattered. He told me at least ten times a day, since the accident.

I set down my sweet herbal tea and smiled at him.

"I'm ready for my reward now."

His eyes flashed and he stood up. I lay back and waited as he started peeling off my pajama bottoms. He trailed his fingers over my thighs and I shivered.

It felt very naughty to be lying here in with just my bottom half exposed. As he leaned down to kiss me through my panties, I decided I liked being naughty with Clint.

I liked it a lot.

I sighed as he busied himself between my legs, toying with me through the thin cotton fabric. These were my least sexy undies, but somehow I got the feeling he liked them best. He growled, nipping me as his hands slid up, unbuttoning my pajama top so he could get at my breasts.

"Oh…"

I was squirming around. Clint told me to hold still. I squirmed some more. His breath fanned my pussy and I moaned, trying to press his head against me. He just laughed.

"Be a good girl now and I'll take care of you. I won't be rushed, wildcat."

I was begging ten minutes later but he was still teasing me with featherlight kisses and caresses. My panties were still on. Finally, he gripped the edge of my panties and tugged them down.