Note: This is a fanfiction based off of a story under the same title that I am working on at the moment and plan to make available on Kindle. The names have been changed to suit the storyline since this is a fanfiction. I don't own or have anything to do with the WWE, its partners, or with the character The Undertaker

Chapter Six

Surprised by the kiss that Mark gave to her for a brief moment, Emily could only stand in front of him with a look of shock and confusion on her face while one of her hands had lifted up, and touched her mouth for a few seconds, letting several of her fingertips dance across the surface that his strong mouth had been on only a short moment ago.

What…What just happened? Her conscience felt a bit confused about what exactly happened in the last few moments. Did he…Did Mark just kiss you, or was that you imagining the whole thing?

It was not her overly active imagination this time around. Her grandmother's ranch hand had indeed kissed her for a short time frame, and then said he was not sorry for doing something that she enjoyed as much as he did.

Emily lowered her hand down away from her face, but kept her gaze focused on his. Her face still had a look of surprise upon it while a new emotion was taking over in her eyes.

Lust.

The short kiss had made such a profound effect on her that it was making it quite difficult to erase it away. It's intense passion and unconditional tenderness made every muscle in her body burn with the ferocity of a raging fire.

Don't you dare do it, Emily! Her conscience screamed at her. Knowing very well of what she was thinking about at the moment. Don't you even think about kissing him back!

She found herself to be torn at the moment from the situation she was in. On one hand, her body burned with an unbridled desire to feel his strong lips against hers for another moment no matter how brief it might be. On the other, her conscience was demanding compliance from her on the subject of refraining from doing just that.

"Emily…"

The sound of Mark's deep voice whispering snapped her out of the inner struggles she was having with her inner voice. Emily blinked her eyes a few times before she focused on his handsome face. Her mouth drew in a breath of air, and released it fairly quickly as she discovered him to be close to her like he had been a second ago.

With her attention focused on him, she watched Mark lower his face back down towards hers with a few inches between their lips. He inhaled a breath, and let it dance across the soft complexion of her face as his voice took on a slightly shaky sound to it.

"If you want me to leave you be, and never come around you again…Tell me right now." Mark said. His deep, southern tone had a hint of despair and fear to it. "If you don't' share the same feelings for me as I possess for you…Let me know right now."

Her heart nearly broke from seeing the sadness inside of him rising to the surface at the prospect of her not feeling for him like he did for her. There was nothing more she wanted at that moment then to take away his pain, and show how much she enjoyed both his company and the kiss he gave to her.

Even though it went against what her conscience was wanting of her, Emily lifted her head up, closed her eyes, and brought their lips together in a kiss that possessed an unbridled need she had burning inside of her body for him.

The sudden impact of Emily's mouth pressing itself tightly against his caught him by surprise, and nearly knocked him off of his feet. It took Mark several moments to let his mind and body soak in what was going on before he could start to relax the tension out of his muscles.

I never thought Emily had it in her to be this forward with me…but I sure am glad that she is.

Pleased and excited by Belle's grand-daughter's sudden kiss, his arms slipped around her hips, and pulled her up against him. The feeling of her round, firm breasts rubbing against his chest and her crotch pressed tightly against his almost caused a moan to slip out of his mouth.

Mark loved everything about Emily, and found her to have all of the qualities and traits, as well as the appearance, of the kind of woman that he had been looking for. Someone who was not only sweet, good natured, and had a killer body…but also someone who was willing to work hard, get her hands dirty, and knows exactly what she wants.

Finding her to be pulling him towards her instead of pushing him away, he soft nibbled on her bottom lip enough for her to take it as him asking for her to ease them open. The tip of his tongue started to run over her mouth, asking for entrance, when he found her to be opening them without any hesitation when his teeth had nipped at her lower lip. Mark eased it inside, and carressed her tongue with his long one, making soft, caressing strokes on it. Once the kiss had took on a deeper and more sensual route. The taste of her mouth almost shook him down to the very core of his being, and brought him down to his knees.

Mmm…She tastes so good. Her mouth has an addicting flavor to it that makes me want to lick it all up.

His body started to become a prisoner to the passion that Emily was the queen of. The strength of his willpower had started to disappear, quickly, and give itself over to that of his increasing lusts.

Moving his hands down to where her tight ass was, Mark grabbed a hold of her cheeks, and lifted her completely off the floor. He gazed deeply into her eyes with an expression of unbridled sensuality while his body moved them over to one of the walls, and had her pinned against it underneath his own weight.

"Emily," Mark whispered, huskily, "I must say that you are doing a fine job at turning me on, and keeping me from showing you the jobs that you will have to do in this barn."

He was joking of course. At this point, Mark didn't really care about what else had to be done. All that was on his mind at that second was getting as close as he possibly could to Belle's grand-child that was a beautiful and curvaceous woman, not a little girl.

"Well…" Emily said, speaking in a soft, teasing kind of voice, while her eyes showed a similar expression towards him from where she was. "IF you want to stop before things go too far…"

"Who said anything about stopping, Darling?"

"You seem to be getting a little tired with me."

"I am just getting warmed-"

"Emily!"

The sound of Belle's voice screaming out her guest's name downstairs on the ground floor of the barn echoed to his ears, and caused a soft groan to escape from his mouth while his head hung down in frustration.

Belle…You have the perfect god damn timing! Just when things are going good for Emily and me, you have to come in here, and-

"Emily, are you in here?!"

Knowing that he better let his employer know where they were and release his southern beauty from the wall, Mark eased Emily down onto the balls of her feet, and let her take the time to straighten her clothes out while he drew in a breath of air, and released it with his voice bellowing out of his mouth in a loud tone.

"We are up here, Belle." He answered. "I was just showing her where to toss the hay bales down for the horses in the evening so she doesn't have to do it in the early morning hours."

"Well, Emily, come on up to the house. You can see the rest of the barn later on. I need your help with dinner, and you need to get some sleep in . It has been a long day for you."

He couldn't believe his luck. Here he was having an intimate moment with Belle's grand-daughter, and now…she was having to leave him alone with all of the lusts and desires that were ravaging his essence.

His eyes turned, and watched her heading for the stairs. He wanted to stop her, and give her one more kiss. However, he didn't wish to press his luck with her. Mark kept his focus on her, and found her to be looking back to him with a sweet, shy smile on her face instead of a look of disgust or one of her being ashamed of what she had done prior to her body moving down the stairs. The visual brought a smile to his own face, and gave him confidence about what he had done.

This summer…is going to be one that will never be forgotten.

Softly chuckling, he moved over to a nearby hay bale, and grabbed onto the ropes that had it tied it securely in place to keep the hay from flying about everywhere. Mark hauled it to the hole, and tossed it down to the dirt floor before as the sound of the front doors to the barn slamming shut echoed in the background.