RayneDance

by Mlyn Hurn

  Sometimes in life you know a life-altering event is about to take place. Or you know what just happened has changed you forever. Sean knew it right then, as Rayne confessed her lack of experience and her desire to please him. He was in love. Head over heels, crazy in love with this woman he hardly knew. It was too late to pull back, even if he wanted to do that. He didn’t want to pull away from Rayne. From this point on he wanted to live his life with Rayne.

  Unable to speak for the knot in his throat, Sean directed Rayne’s movements with his hands at first. But soon he didn’t need to do anything but lie back and accept the onslaught her inexperienced hands were wreaking upon his senses. One minute her hands were caressing his cock, hand over hand. Then she shifted her attention to his balls, pulling, lightly squeezing. When she lowered her head and he felt her wet hair sweep across his thighs, he groaned loudly.

  Her breath whispered across his flesh a moment before he felt her soft lips against his cock. As her mouth opened, Sean forced his head upward so he could watch. He saw Rayne lick her tongue around the ridge of soft flesh, pausing to flick at the joining of skin on the underside. As her mouth opened farther, Sean watched as she took the head of his cock in her hands. A few seconds passed, or maybe it was longer, before the wet heat of her mouth enclosed him. He fell back to the grass, the vision of her giving him pleasure burned in his head.

  After that Sean lost track of every little thing she did, but she was constantly busy and moving from one area to another. Kissing, touching, squeezing, stroking until he thought he would go crazy. He was so hard he thought he was going to explode any moment when he felt her move even lower and begin to play with his sac and balls. When she began to use her mouth, he shouted into the quiet night.

  “No more, love! I can’t take anymore.”

  Rayne nodded and moved her body quickly to straddle his hips. He realized that she was going to take him inside her. His hands grabbed her waist, stopping her movement.

  “We can’t, darling. It’s too risky, isn’t it?”

  Rayne shook her head from. “I’m sure it’s safe. Please, come inside me this time. Let me feel your flesh in mine. I want to know your essence remains inside me, even after you have left.”

  Sean shook his head negatively but his hands were already assisting her. Slowly he eased her body down. The sensations were incredible as he felt his cock spreading, separating and finally pushing past her puffy pussy lips. She was already quite wet, and her flesh enclosed him quickly, completely. Once she was completely astride him, Sean lifted his hands to her breasts. The shirt was already drying.

  “Take your shirt off for me, Rayne, please. I want to watch your pretty breasts bounce. Will you do that for me?”

  Rayne nodded and pulled the shirt off, tossing it aside. She slid her hands forward to brace on his chest while she moved her hips. A groan escaped her lips.

  Rayne followed his directions and he watched her body move and react. He flexed his hips and saw the surprise on her face. Her breasts bounced and jiggled as she moved faster. He slid one finger between her wet lips until he found her clit. Using what he’d learned about her body and responses from the night before, he stimulated her quickly. Her orgasm came slowly, building from deep inside. Sean could feel her tensing, squeezing him tightly. But when she finally came, it caught him by surprise.

  The air around them seemed to spark with electricity. As her flesh began its spasmodic contractions, Sean could hold back no more. He let his climax wash through him. Except this time, the electricity seemed to be going through him, not just in the air around him. Above them in the skies, he was sure he heard the clap of thunder several times. The air felt heavy with moisture, like it wanted desperately to rain.

  Sean realized he was experiencing his climax on more levels than ever before. This was much more than just the physical release. It was as if his body was a part of the earth for a moment. As he dropped his last barrier, he seemed to flow into Rayne’s body and they were one person and yet still part of the earth. Over and over, his body jerked in response to the onslaught of physical, emotional and—could it be—psychic reactions?

  He was finally aware of Rayne collapsing upon his chest, lying on him like a limp noodle. She mirrored his own feelings right then as he closed his eyes. If he didn’t move, he could still feel the fine tremors deep inside her body. At that moment, Sean knew nothing had ever felt that good in his whole life. Breathing deeply, he listened to the rhythmic flow of Rayne’s inhalations and exhalations. A second later he was sound asleep.

  * * * * *

  Rayne awoke alone in her bed the following morning. She could tell it was late by the amount of sun streaming through her windows. Damn! She’d missed her morning watering. Rushing around, she pulled on a cotton dress and ran outside without any shoes.

  Outside, she crossed the open lawn area to the pump. Grabbing the first bucket, she was surprised to see it was still wet inside. It didn’t seem possible that it had rained last night and she had not heard it. She always knew when it rained, even if she was sound asleep. Stepping carefully because of her bare feet, she walked to the first row. She didn’t need to bend down to see that they had already been watered that morning. Turning suddenly, she stumbled down the lane to the last row. Moving the protective windbreaks, she looked in and saw that even her special plants had been watered.

  Her legs gave way beneath her and Rayne collapsed onto the ground. She knew in that moment that she was in love with Sean. He had never told her how he felt, and it didn’t matter. Without words he had shown how much he cared for her. By watering for her, he had demonstrated that he was willing to care for what she cared about. Did she need to know anything else about him? Through one act he had shown her that he was a good man. He had undoubtedly been as tired as she, if not more. Two more times last night, after stumbling into her bed, Sean had proven how much stamina he had by making love to her. Thinking about it now, she grinned. What a stud muffin!

  Taking a deep breath, she rubbed her fingers over her cheeks to wipe away the tears. Suddenly there was a deep need inside her to see him. She wouldn’t have to speak to him, but she had to see him, even if from a distance. Jumping to her feet, she walked briskly back to the house. If she cleaned up quickly, she could take the rear pasture path and be over there in an hour. Once she was at his house, then she’d worry about a good excuse for why she was showing up without an invitation.

  “Good morning, Miss Waters. I’m glad to have caught you.”

  Rayne froze in her tracks. A man was standing on her lawn. Parked a short distance away was a modern skimmer, sleek and bright red, which always seemed a better fit for the old world, rather than the destroyed world that now remained following the rebellion. Many people still used vehicles from long ago, in spite of the dependence on fossil fuels.

  Her gaze traveled over the tall, slender man. He had blond hair and was quite tanned, but she couldn’t see his eyes because of the reflective style sunglasses he was wearing. His clothing screamed money and affluence. Rayne realized she hadn’t seen someone dressed this finely since…she’d never seen anyone with clothes, or a skimmer, so expensive. All of her senses went into overdrive right then. She didn’t know his name, or why he was here, but she knew that he was trouble. Closing her eyes for a moment, she gathered all of her thoughts and emotions into one place in her mind. Sean’s name screamed through her consciousness. God, she wished he were here right now.

  “Yes, I’m Rayne Waters. Are you lost?”

  The blond man chuckled softly but took a couple of steps in her direction. He stopped when she backed up. “No, I’m not lost. I was hoping we could talk, if you have the time. Actually, I’m feeling pretty parched.” The man stopped for a moment, rubbing his throat. “Could I get something cold to drink?”

  Rayne had been raised to be polite to everyone, even though she was feeling uneasy. She nodded her head. “Sure. You can sit on the porch swing while I get it ready.”

  * * * * *r />
  In her small kitchen, Rayne began preparing a tray of iced tea. Hearing her grandmother’s voice in her head, she even set out a few of the cookies she had made yesterday. She had planned on offering them to Sean, if he had come to call last evening. As she stirred the tea, she couldn’t stop the smile that curled her lips upward. He certainly had come to call! Yes, sirree! Even though it wouldn’t have met her grandmother’s strict standards for a gentleman caller, Rayne had no complaints.

  Still, she wished she’d had more time this morning to have taken a shower and put more clothes on. No one, or at least hardly anyone, ever came to visit in the middle of the morning. Most people around here were hard at work, trying to get their morning chores done. This was the kind of life that never really changed, no matter what might be going on in the world. Sure, there had at one time been lots of experimental hydroponics studies being conducted on modern farm sites. But since the rebellion, so many things had returned to the simpler way of doing things. Life was more elemental, on many levels.

  Rayne finally picked the tray up and started toward the living room and the front porch. Just inside the living room, though, she stopped abruptly. “Ooh!” she gasped and lost her grip on the tray. Everything teetered for a moment and then came crashing back on her. Glasses fell, cookies dropped, china broke in the abrupt accident. Rayne was suddenly wet with tea. Taking a step was the wrong thing to do, though. Her shoeless foot came down on wet, slippery wood and then found a piece of broken glass. In less than a minute, she was on the floor.

  The blond-haired man was still standing by her sofa, where he had been looking at the few photos she had on the wall and end tables. He had not heard her entrance, but took a step forward now.

  Outside her open front door Rayne heard tires squealing, quickly followed by the slamming of a door. “Rayne! Damn it all! Rayne! Where are you?”

  Rayne looked up from her bloody foot and saw Sean leaping up the front steps of her porch. A second later the screen door banged open and he raced through it. She saw his eyes go from her, to the area around her and then to the man in the room. As his attention returned to her, Rayne tried to smile.

  “I’m fine. I just had an accident and I fell.”

  * * * * *

  It had been only a few hours since he’d left Rayne. He had been working the first two hours or so, but then upon his return to the house, Bob had been seated on the wide verandah, listening to the man who had come to sell him…damn! What had the guy been selling again? He’d been listening to the guy for twenty minutes and he hadn’t remembered a thing the man had said.

  Hopefully, Bob, who looked like he was paying attention, had gotten the gist of what he’d need to know for an informed decision. Right then he realized once again just how lucky he was to have Bob working with him here!

  “I’m sure you can see how this would benefit a place this size, Mr. MacDougal.”

  Bob nodded his head. “I think this could definitely make a difference. What do you think, Sean?”

  Sean turned his head and saw that both men and Colleen were watching him and obviously waiting for his answer. He opened his mouth to reply when suddenly his mind had filled with Rayne’s voice screaming his name. Shaking his head, he looked around, but she hadn’t been anywhere that he could see. That proved that he had not physically heard her voice, but rather it had a psychic sound reverberating in his brain. Hurriedly, he jumped to his feet and ran down the steps, looking in the direction of her place. Nowhere did he see Rayne, which was proof that it was not his ears that heard her voice.

  Turning back toward the porch, the sudden need to see her was overwhelming, literally swamping all of his senses. He couldn’t stay here. The compulsion to see her was too great. Pausing to shout at Bob, he turned abruptly.

  “I trust your decision, Bob. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Two seconds later he was running towards his truck.

  The trip to Rayne’s, that had taken seven minutes yesterday, had only taken him four today. Luckily the sheriff and his deputies hadn’t been around as he careened down the gravel lane to her property. He slammed on the brakes as he saw the bright, new-looking skimmer. This was the first one he’d seen since he’d left New Frisco. Seeing one at her house didn’t do a single thing to allay his concerns.

  Running up the porch steps, he didn’t know what he expected to find. He only knew that his gut feeling demanded he rush over. Unbidden had come the thought that he was her knight rushing to her rescue, but he pushed it away quickly. Throwing open her front screen door, the scene inside her living room wasn’t what he’d expected, but then he hadn’t really stopped to consider anything before charging over to her house.

  * * * * *

  Sean took a step toward Rayne, trying to take in the scene before him, and just what the hell was going on here!

  “Grrrr!”

  “Wroof! Wrooof!”

  “Mmrrreeooowwww!”

  The room was suddenly full of animals, the likes of which he’d never seen in his life. Two of them looked like dogs, but they were bigger than his large working dogs. And from the sounds they were making, they were in protective mode. Sean didn’t move as he looked at the four-foot tall dogs. He wasn’t sure that he liked the idea of such powerful animals around Rayne. She might not be able to fend them off if they decided to attack her.

  “Are you all right, Rayne?”

  Rayne smiled up at him. “I’m okay, but I probably need a Band-Aid on my foot.”

  The blond man moved forward and Sean turned to look at him. Something about the man’s expensive clothing and perfect haircut set his teeth on edge. He didn’t know this guy, but already he didn’t like him.

  “It’s my fault, I’m afraid. Miss Waters was getting us something to drink and didn’t hear me in here looking at her photographs. I didn’t mean to startle you, Miss Waters.” He pulled a pristine white handkerchief from his pocket and started forward to offer it to Rayne. After just two steps he stopped as the dogs began growling again.

  “It’s all right. Sean, what brought you over here?”

  Sean ignored Rayne for a moment, glaring at the other man. “Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?”

  “My name is Anton DeVeau. I just stopped by to discuss something with Miss Waters. I’m sorry for having caused you such distress. Is there anything I can do to help?”

  “We’re fine. Maybe you should come back some other time, though.”

  “Thank you for the offer—”

  Sean and Rayne spoke at the same time, but her voice faded away first. Sean was glad when the stranger excused himself and left quickly. Sean followed him to the door, waiting until the sleek skimmer had traveled cleanly over the gravel, barely disturbing the dust. Something about the blond man set his psychic senses on alert. Mentally he noted to call into the Agency’s base in New Frisco. Turning, he found that Rayne had wrapped the white handkerchief around her foot. The dogs were concentrating on eating the cookies and lapping up the tea.

  “I didn’t know you had…dogs?”

  Rayne smiled. “I like pets. And they usually stay outside until I call them in. I didn’t do that because you…well, they like to sleep with me. I didn’t want to push the Alpha male issue. If you’ll pick up the glass, then I’ll get up with your help. Oh, thank you for watering for me this morning.”

  Sean crossed the room and squatted down slowly, still feeling leery of the dogs. Luckily the glass hadn’t shattered and was only in just a few big pieces. He placed them on the silver tray. Shifting, he set the tray to the side.

  “Grrrmmmmeeeeooooooaaaaaarrrrrrrrr.”

  Sean spun back at the odd sound, but the dogs were now seated complacently. He looked at Rayne. “What is that?”

  “Another pet,” she said, smiling. “I have several. Could you help me up? I think my foot will be fine if I just put some gauze on it.”

  Sean followed her into the bathroom, watching for a moment before he spoke. “Why don’t you take a quick sho
wer and then I’ll run you into the hospital? We can wrap a towel around it.”

  Rayne looked back at Sean, over her shoulder. “Are you telling me indirectly that I stink?”

  “Good God! Of course not, honey. I’m worried about your foot. It’s obvious you’ve been out in the dirt without your shoes on, and now you’ve cut your foot. If nothing else we should go in and update your Tetanus booster.”

  “Okay, but please go to the kitchen and bring me one of those towels. I don’t want to mess up one of the bathroom towels.”

  Sean was back in about four minutes, pausing to wipe up the remaining tea and set the glass fragments and tea tray back on the counter. The dogs merely watched him, but as he entered the kitchen, he thought he saw the tail of another animal disappearing around a corner. Somehow he knew the story about her pets would be an interesting one. Everything about Rayne was proving to be out of the ordinary and quite intriguing.

  In the bathroom, he sat on the closed toilet, watching her dim reflection through the full-length shower door. He watched her washing her hair, rinsing it, and then as he saw her picking the bottle up again, he spoke.

  “Come on, Rayne. You don’t need to wash it twice, or condition your hair. I feel we have a more pressing need.”

  She turned suddenly and leaned her face close to the door. Then she stuck her tongue out, before returning to her shower. Still, she merely finished washing her body, which turned out to be a rather erotic show as well. As the door opened, her hand came out and grabbed for a towel. She held it in front of her, wrapping it around her body, but then had to slide it around to tuck the ends for security.

  Sean grinned. “Sit down and let me wrap this towel around your foot before we have blood everywhere. Stay put.” He added a moment later, “I’ll go grab something for you to wear.”

  Chapter Eight

  Rayne was sitting on her front porch with her foot elevated. She had refused to move in with him. Colleen didn’t need more stress in her life right now. Her stubbornness had surprised Sean, but he had let it drop. What he wouldn’t listen to was her tackling the watering.