The Blacksmith (Foxworth Stud Ranch Book 2)

by Mia Madison

  I wipe the sweat trickling into my eyes from my brow, so that I can get a better look at my girl. Now I notice she's pink in the face and she's mad as hell about something.

  “You missed me already,” I say, thinking to lighten whatever mood she's in.

  Shit, I hope nothing happened. I locked the door to the bar extra carefully after I left, then kicked the key back under the frame. Perhaps she's mad about that.

  “Humph,” she lets out a sort of disgusted snort.

  “What is it, Babe? Did something happen.”

  I'm feeling so hopelessly mellow toward her, I don't get what can have upset her kitteny mood.

  “No, nothing happened,” she snaps. “It could have, Quint. It truly could. I'm sure of that, except that you have to pull your disappearance all the time. Does that make you look cool? No, I can tell you it doesn't. Because I thought we were friends. And friends talk to each other. So you could have told me you were feeling that we did the wrong thing. That we crossed the line and ruined a friendship for the sake of some steamy sex that wasn't worth the effort.”

  “It wasn't worth the effort?” She finality runs out of steam, allowing me the chance to say something. “Because I thought it was pretty fucking amazing.”

  “Yes, well maybe, but-”

  “Maybe?” I interrupt her, lifting my hand to let her know to cool it. We can work this out but not if she goes running off with assumptions. Like she says, friends talk to each other. Edie's my perfect beautiful lover now, but she's also my friend and always will be. “You mean that doesn't count?”

  “No, I mean yes. I mean it's ruined when the person sneaks off in the middle of the night because he hasn't got the balls to say he made a mistake.”

  At last I get what she's upset about now and I shake my head with a rueful smile. My little grin gets her steamy again, her breasts going up and down as her breath speeds up, ready to start another rant at me. I lift my hand again to silence her and her mouth snaps shut in surprise. I take a few steps toward her, very slowly and her eyes stretch wide as she watches my huge frame loom up closer to her.

  “You think I don't have balls, Baby? You think I made a mistake?”

  I watch her mouth lose its poutiness and start to quiver as I approach. My mind is full of the things I could do to that mouth and what she could take inside it but we'll get to that.

  “Not when it comes to running away from being close to people,” she mewls out.

  I know she isn't scared of me but the turnaround in her attitude is huge. She's watching me and her eyes keep slipping down to my bare chest, the biceps and pectorals swelling from beneath the leather apron. I've wiped off most of the sweat but the soot has become ingrained into my pores and only comes off with a scrub in the shower.

  Yeah I'm filthy and perhaps she doesn't care for that, but she's gonna learn. My woman will have to take me sweating and soot stained because I can't clean up for her every time she comes bounding into my forge looking like an angel.

  “Babe, I'm sorry if you woke up and were disappointed to find me gone, I really am,” I tell her.

  She opens her mouth to speak and again I hold up my hand for quiet. She does as I say and I wipe the towel across my bicep even though it's dried of sweat. Her eyes follow my trail over the bulge of muscle and she inhales hard. Her breath is quickening with every step I advance on her and her nipples are rock hard little points pushing out through the flowered material of her dress. I can't wait to bite those little bullets through the fabric and feel her squirm with pleasure in my hands.

  “I start work at 5am, Baby. It must seem weird to a bartender, but you won't catch a laboring man in bed past dawn. Does that bother you?”

  “No,” she whimpers and shakes her head quickly side to side.

  “Good. Look at me,” I tell her.

  I'm a step away and she can't stop staring at my bared torso, like she didn't have her hands full of me last night. I guess it was dark.

  “Eyes, baby.”

  She snaps her gaze up at me and I see how filled they are with desire and admiration and something else. I don't dare to hope it's affection. But I do – hope – because it's the feeling I've got for her.

  “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to freak you.”

  I reach to stroke her soft cheek with my huge filthy bear paw and am glad to see she doesn't flinch from the grime.

  “I thought you had second thoughts,” she whispers in a tiny soft tone. In that kitten voice I'm coming to love as the alternative side to her.

  Edie has two very disparate sides which makes it all the more fun to be with her. You never know which woman you're getting at any particular time but both are gorgeous and delicious and hotter than the fucking forge behind me.

  “I thought you regretted what we did.”

  “Are you freaking insane, lady? That was the best thing I've ever done in my life. Period.”

  I line my body up against hers and reach around to cup both ass cheeks in my palms.

  Mine.

  She exhales a sharp little gasp and her little hands slide up to my chest. I tip my head down to her and she lifts her eyelashes to meet my gaze. Her breasts rising and falling against my chest are almost too much to tolerate. My dick is rigid as cold steel in my pants and desperate to be inside her.

  “It better have been the same for you,” I tell her. Still cupping her round butt, my fingertips drag the soft cotton skirt of her dress up her legs inch by inch.

  She bites on the inside of her mouth and nods her head a little in agreement.

  “I don't hear you,” I tell her.

  The fabric is bunched in my huge hands now and her perfect round ass is naked in my palms. Fuck, there is nothing better in this world than my hands filled with my girl's soft pink flesh.

  “Say it.”

  “It was the best,” she whimpers, her body quivering in my hands. “Ever.”

  “Good girl,” I say. “Now turn around.”

  Chapter SEVENTEEN

  Edie

  Inside I'm shaking right to the very edges of my body. Quint half naked at his flames, his hard muscle bulges all glistening with sweat and stained with the black ash from the fire is enough to make a girl come apart. Add to that he's gone seriously alpha man on me, not allowing me to dominate or get too feisty.

  He calmly orders me to be quiet and hear him out and then, god, I can hardly breathe because he's up close, his massive chest a wall before me and he's got my bare ass in his huge hands. My panties are soaked right through already because I've been dripping since the moment I walked in here and found him focused on hammering out solid burning steel with a bared torso.

  “It was the best ever,” I tell him, meaning every word. “You're the best ever,” I add and then he gives my flesh a hard squeeze and orders me to turn around.

  I start to tremble in every cell, anticipating what's coming. I do as he says and turn around to face the long bench along the wall. He pushes me forwards so my hands have to catch on the surface to support myself. My dress is all bunched up around my waist at the back still and a quick glance over my shoulder tells me Quint's hooded gaze is burning into my bare ass.

  I gulp down hard, remembering how last night he flipped me around like this to drag my panties down my legs and part my lips with his face. Oh god, if he does that again right now I'm going to come completely undone right here in the forge, where anyone might walk in. It's dirty and decadent but it makes me wetter than ever.

  “You know what I'm going to do to you, don't you, Baby?” he husks, his voice has dropped to that low feral tone filled with lusty hunger.

  “Yes,” I squeak. “I think so.”

  So when the slap rains down on my cheek I squeal in shock. The pain isn't too bad, just a sensation of hot prickling in my right cheek. It was mostly the surprise of being spanked by the blacksmith that made me cry out. Oh my god what if someone heard and comes over to check it out.

  “Do I have to gag you or can you be quiet now?”
Quint gruffs out.

  I nod agreement.

  “Say it,” he orders.

  “I can be quiet.”

  “Good girl.”

  Immediately another slap smothers my cheek, this one harder and I feel my flesh jiggling. I have to bite down on my lip, not to shriek but because it's so damn delicious. The tingles run from the spreading heat in my butt cheek all the way up through my core and straight back to my pussy. It's unbearably good.

  No one has ever spanked me like this and I absolutely love it from Quint. He tugs the straps of my dress off my shoulders and down so my naked tits fall free. I've never been happier that I dint' wear a bra for once and that I wore my prettiest lace panties, more thong than panty seeing as they cover very little of my butt cheeks.

  “Pinch your nipples,” he commands. When I do so, streaks of pleasure fly though me.

  “Harder,” he grits out. “Tug them, twist them. Do it like you'd want me to.”

  I do as he says and a throaty moan escapes me. It feels so good and so naughty to be bare-breasted and tweaking my own nipples for him right out here in the open where anyone might see. He rains down a series of hard slaps until my butt is stinging with prickling heat and my underwear is soaked right through. I have to place my hand back down on the wooden counter to hold myself steady.

  With every clap on my cheek, my breasts jiggle and sway, hanging down perkily where I'm bent over. I feel Quint's gaze burning into my shaking ass and jiggling boobs, adoring my body and its eager response to him. I had no idea my reticent mild-mannered blacksmith had this bestial nature buried inside all this time.

  He slows the spanking now. Each individual slap is separated by moments with Quint's hard hot hand resting on my bare cheeks giving me time to feel the sparks of electricity firing through me. Quint likes to be in charge of making me ready and I'm so ready. I don't care who might come in, who might discover us, I need him inside me right her and now.

  “Please,” I beg. The need inside making me plead for him to pull down his zipper, free his cock and part my lips again.

  One last slap across both cheeks, the flat of his palm connecting with my drenched panties, He must be completely aware of how soaking ready I am for him now. His palm rests there on my cheek, the burning flesh lining his searing hot hand. He seems to suck up the tingling heat through his skin and I wait, literally quaking and unable to draw breath.

  Then he inserts a fingertip into the opening of each side of my underwear and runs the length as though straightening them to be perfectly fitted. I shudder as his fingers graze along the outside folds of my clit, the swollen center throbbing out needily for his attention.

  I'm completely stilled, breathlessly anticipating the fingers hooking the lace to drag it down over my tingling buttocks. I can only imagine how scorching red my cheeks are and another quick glance back tells me Quint appreciates his handiwork. Once my underwear are neatly in place, he yanks the skirt down also and I'm left with the biggest vacancy inside me.

  I want to drop to my knees and beg him to fuck me. I'd unzip him and release the swollen bolt of iron I felt in his pants when he first came close. I want to fill my mouth with all of Quint, lick across him and worship the wide girth that fills me so perfectly. I can't leave like this. I need him inside me. I can't think of anything else.

  “You can't leave me like this,” I moan, turning to face him.

  His eyes are half hooded with desire as he drops his gaze lower to my bare breasts. He tips down to kiss each tip then realigns my dress, fitting it to me perfectly.

  “Quint, please,” I beg and it could well sound like whining I'm so avid with need to feel him filling me.

  “I want you hungry for him the rest of the day, he rasps. “Thinking only of me and as a lesson not to sass me like that again, unless you want another spanking.”

  Oh god I do want that. I'll be ripping into him constantly if that's my punishment. It seems more like a reward to me. My nipples are aching enough that I want to pinch them out through the cotton. Quint grins as though in awareness and leans in to bite each one, pressing the underside between his fingers to push it up to his lips.

  “I like you with no bra,” He grits.

  “I like you topless too,” I whine right as the door bangs open and Dallyce bursts in. My god, she could have come in on something much less innocent.

  “Edie, thank god you're still here, I need to ask you for a favor,” she says breezily.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Quint

  I don't know what came over me with the spanking I just gave Edie. I've never smacked a woman in my life but she looked so hot when she stormed in, her perfect curves outlined by the summer dress and her cheeks all ablaze with the fire in her eyes hotter than that in my forge. Every time I fill my fists with Edie's flesh something untamed takes over me. I become a wild man in her presence, wanting her shaking and submitting to me which she does so prettily.

  Dallyce rushed in begging Edie for a favor, which was a fortunate interruption. Because my plan to leave Edie hungry for me through the day and half the night while she worked with her cheeks still pink flamed from the spanking was in danger of going astray. Her eyes were pleading, her lips quivering with lust for me and it took all my self control not to yank her dress back up and rip those sodden panties to the side.

  But as soon as Dallyce was gone I tipped down and bit her bottom lip, sucking it into mine with the promise of what I was going to do to her later that evening. Then I walked her out to find her car.

  “I can't believe you just gave me a spanking,” she whispered as I led her across the yard with my hand in the small of her back like I know she likes.

  “Did you like it, Baby?” I huff, although I know the answer already.

  Her body was crying out for more and the way she arched her back as she was bent over, tipping her hot pink cheeks up toward me like flowers reaching at the sun.

  “Will you come by the bar later?

  “All the wild steer on Foxworth couldn't keep me away from you.”

  “You're funny. Just make sure you don't bail out on me.”

  “You're coming dangerously close, Baby.”

  “Good,” she replies, all the feist back in her voice, challenging me.

  She is going to take it so hard tonight, she won't walk for a week.

  I open the car door for her and help her in, noticing her wince slightly as she settles on those slightly raw cheeks. Then she grins up at me with her filthiest smile and turns the ignition.

  “See you later then.”

  “Bye,” I gruff out, suddenly aware of how much I don't want to let her go. Wanting to keep her with me on the ranch for good. Whoever is here looking for me is still out there. I can't help feeling Edie's at risk because of me. Only by keeping her close can I ensure her safety.

  She drives away leaving me feeling a huge empty space in my gut. She ought to be at my side and even while it's an awkward sensation for me, it feels totally right with Edie.

  I build the fire in the forge back up to the correct temperature and try to focus on finishing the shoes for Abel. His horse can't go without shoes for long so they take priority over some bath struts for the little madam of the house. There's another one that needs a good spanking. I'm surprised none of the cowboys has ever seen fit to take it on. Out of fear of old man Foxworth I guess. Chloe being the only daughter, he's very over protective.

  Once those are done and Power is shod, I just have one more piece to hammer out – and this one is perhaps the most special of anything I've ever made. I pound it harder and with more precise care than anything that came before, feeling it's a live or death process.

  I finish up work early for once and head straight to the shower. I won't be inflicting my sweaty, soot-smeared body on my girl again today. As soon as I enter the shower, my cock sticks up straight as a post in the ground, eager for release from the encounter with Edie's gorgeous cheeks earlier. I stroke the length, thinking of her tits jerk
ing as I spanked her, but resist the relief I desperately need. I'm saving myself for my girl, just like I ordered her to do for me.

  Shea and the other cowboys are emerging from the stables, dusty with grit as I emerge from my small house scrubbed clean. I get a filthy smirk from Rafe as they pass.

  “Got a date, Quint?” Shea asks with a grin of encouragement.

  “Something like that,” I say.

  “Don't tell me, you're headed to McDools,” Rafe quips, ever the smartass. “Quint and Edie what a surprise.”

  “Only surprise is how long it took,” Shea says.

  I don't have time to ask him what he means by that. I'm too eager to get to McDools.

  “We're right behind you.”

  “Not me, I'm signed up for wedding plans,” Shea shrugs with a grin.

  He's taken to this live-in life and it suits him. It was about time for him. I'd have sworn I'd never go there and stay alone even though I'm past my time too. Now I'm not so sure that solitude is the ideal lifestyle.

  “See y'all down there,” Rafe shouts, not that I ever hang with that crew but whatever, they're just being friendly.

  When I park the truck, the bar's already hopping with guys. I come in and that smug fucker is again in my spot and making eyes at my girl. My blood immediately starts to boil at him moving in on her. No one even looks at the woman that belongs to me. And he's doing more than looking. My fist tightens around the iron, the perfect curve fitting into my grip.

  This time Edie's looking a lot less cozy with him. There's no flirtatious laughter directed at him from her and if anything she looks uncomfortable with him staring at her and forcing her into idle bar talk.

  I stride over, my clenched fist flexing, just waiting for the chance. Edie looks up and relief washes the strain from her cheeks and eyes when she sees me.

  “Hi,” she says perking up for me.