Finding Abigail (14 page)

She didn’t feel comfortable doing it to anyone else, so she really only ate off of Tyler’s plate. But, still, it was awkward as hell.

She’d just have to get over it.

Abby “snuck” a piece of brie off of Tyler’s plate and moaned around it. God, Justin was a fabulous cook. Good for Rina.

Tyler pretended not to notice and ate some of the brie on his own. She could do this. It was just
really
different from anything else she’d known. But it was Holiday. Most things
were
different.

“What are your plans for the wedding?” Matt asked as he wrapped his arm around Jordan’s chair.

Both Abby and Tyler choked on their crackers, bringing laughter to the people at the table.

“I was asking Justin and Rina,” Matt clarified. “But, good to know that you’re thinking about marriage.” He winked, and Tyler growled at him then threw a roll.

“Stop fucking throwing things at the dinner table,” Jackson reprimanded.

“Stop fucking cussing at the dinner table,” Brayden teased, and they broke into laughter.

Yep, she loved the Coopers.

“Okay, then, back to the wedding,” Justin said as he took a sip of his beer. “We’re planning on having a small one.”

He took a bite of cheese, and the rest of the family looked at him.

“And?” Jordan asked, laughter in her eyes.

“What?”

Rina rolled her eyes and kissed under his chin. She’d forgone the glamor that she usually wore so everyone could see her pointed ears that, for some reason, Justin loved to play with. 

“We’re going to invite just family, but of course that includes Abby, Allison, and her kids.” She smiled, and Abby warmed. “We want it to be in the backyard here. Is that okay, Jackson?”

They all turned to the head of the table where Jackson played with the bottle of beer in his hand, not really paying attention.

Or so she thought.

“I’m fine with that. This is Cooper land. I think the folks would have liked that,” he said, his voice low and that one statement holding more emotion than she’d heard in anything else he’d ever said in her presence.

The rest of the room grew quiet as they thought of the Coopers who’d passed away. It seemed like only a moment ago, but had been years.

Justin cleared his throat then kissed the tear running down Rina’s cheek while Tyler did the same to Abby. Even though she knew Rina hadn’t known the Coopers, anything that hurt Justin touched Rina.

“Thank you,” Justin finally said. “You won’t have to worry about a party here. We’re planning on heading right up to the North Pole for the reception. I think the kids will like it.” Abby knew Justin was speaking of Allison’s children.

“Oh, I love that idea,” Abby said. 

“Yes, I so can’t wait to see the North Pole,” Jordan added.

“Great, it’s settled then. Since Tyler has to be here for Valentine’s Day, we were planning to go up after that. We thought we’d have the wedding on the twentieth. Does that sound okay?”

“So soon?” Jordan asked and Abby agreed it seemed too fast to plan a wedding.

Rina smiled. “We don’t need much. We just want to be husband and wife. Plus, this way, we can enjoy the rest of the year together before we have to buckle down again in November.”

“Makes sense,” Tyler said.

Jordan and Rina smiled at him, and Abby growled.

How dare they look at her man?

The people around her quieted and widened their eyes.

Oh, God, where had that thought come from?

Tyler took her hand and kissed her palm. “It’s okay, Abby. They’re family.”

She nodded, tears springing to her eyes. Aeneas had been right. This was what he’d taken from her.

Her kindness.

And, apparently, her sanity.

“It’s just the harpy thing, right?” Jordan asked. “You don’t want us encroaching on your territory?”

Abby let out a shaky breath. “Apparently. Sorry, really. I’m trying to tone it down. I’ve already yelled at some of the horde of women following him around.” 

The Coopers broke out into laughter. 

“Oh, God, I love you, Abby, darling,” Brayden said, wiping a tear from his eye.

“Watch your mouth, brother mine,” Tyler growled. 

Brayden just rolled his eyes. “I’m not poaching. Get over yourself. And really, a horde? I love it. Now, let’s eat. I want to make sure Abby doesn’t eat from my plate.” 

He winked at her, and she smiled.

Looked like she had two plates to eat from.

As they ate, they talked of the upcoming wedding and Tyler’s new job as cupid. She loved the fact that they could all be open with each other about the things that didn’t seem normal.

Well, at least all except Brayden and Jackson. They both looked like they were hiding things, but this wasn’t the time to bother them about it.

“So, no pink tutu?” Brayden asked as he looked away from his plate so Abby could steal a bite of chicken.

“Fuck you,” Tyler said as he looked away from his roll.

Seriously, these two were going to fatten her up if they didn’t start trying to eat food off their own plates.

“So, you just feel the love and
boom
… hit them with an arrow?” Justin asked.

“You say that sarcastically, but aren’t you the one who can feel the holiday cheer?” Tyler drawled.

“Point for you.”

“It’s just a feeling I have, and I don’t have it with everyone. But the two weeks before Valentine’s Day are, apparently, the busiest days of the year for me, though I’ll always have to deal with the fact that I may have to shoot someone with an arrow. I keep them in my SUV just in case.”

Things were sure different in Holiday.

By the time they finished eating and hanging out, it was almost ten when they left and got to her place. Though she was tired and full, she still wanted to show Tyler her stockings.

Wanton much?

She walked into her living room, watching as Tyler set down his bag, looking right at home in her place, or at least, she’d felt like he belonged there by her side. For some reason, that didn’t scare her in the slightest.

No, it felt right.

Perfect.

Let’s just hope things don’t change
.

Abby frowned as Tyler scratched his back for what had to be the hundredth time that night. At first she’d ignored it, but now, she realized something had to be wrong.

“Is something bothering your back?” she asked as she toed off her ankle boots.

He looked at her and smiled. “Yeah, my wings itch.”

“Uh, wings? How did I not know you had wings?”

“I’m a cupid, and I don’t know why I didn’t mention it, other than I’ve only had them out of my back once. I knocked over everything in my living room. Scared Brayden a bit, I think.”

“Can I seem them?” 

Tyler with wings. That could be hot
.

He grinned and took off his cable knit sweater, and Abby just about swallowed her tongue. 

Oh. My. God
.

She loved the way he looked. Those lickable abs had to have at least eight little sections made for her touch. His hard chest made him look manly, and not like he had bigger boobs than most women.

She held back a snort at that thought.

But her favorite part? The V-lines that led to below his jeans. Oh, yes, she couldn’t wait to lick those and see where those and the happy trail of fine hair he had led to. 

Tonight.

He wouldn’t be able to put her off for long because she had to taste him. Soon.

“Holy fuck, I love when you look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you want to taste every inch of me and take my cock deep down your throat.”

Her pussy ached at his words. “I’m going to, you know. Tonight.”

His body shuddered, and he licked his lips.

Well, that was different. Who knew she could almost come by just
looking
at a man licking his lips?

She held on to the back of her couch for support. No use falling and breaking something when she had her man right in front of her.

Abby watched as wings sprouted from his back, and he grunted.

“It hurts, Ty? Don’t do it if it hurts.” She ran up to him and put her hands on his chest, the heat radiating from him almost scalding.

“It hurts if I don’t do it. I’ve been hiding them for too long.”

He winced then let out a breath, and she looked at his pink wings.

She snorted. “Pink?” 

Tyler growled and pulled her in for a bruising kiss. “They’re white with a little bit of an accent. If you think they’re too pink, I’ll show you what I can do. Think I’m too pink to be manly?” He ended his promise with a thrust toward her, his cock hard and ready beneath his jeans.

She smiled up at him then sank to her knees.

“Abby?”

“Shh, I’m going to taste you since you didn’t let me before.” She traced her fingers down those lines on his hips and watched his body shake.

“Can’t say that I’m going to argue with you,” he said then gritted his teeth as she undid his jeans.

“Commando? Really?” she asked as his thick cock sprang from the confines of his jeans and she gripped it. 

She’d never held one before, but she was pretty sure he had to be bigger than others. She couldn’t even wrap her hand all the way around it. How on earth did he fit in her?

Memories of how tightly he did filled her mind, and she creamed right there.

“God, I love the way you look on your knees, your face all flushed, and my dick in your hands.”

She smiled then licked the head, the salty taste exploding on her tongue.

“Shit,” he grunted then wrapped his hand in her hair.

Abby let her tongue tease his slit, and then she licked up the vein underneath. She’d seen enough porn to know how to give a blowjob, but she wanted to take her time.

She licked him up like an ice cream cone then sucked on the head, letting her tongue swirl around the crown.

His fist tightened, and she looked up at him.

“Shit, your eyes are so big and dark when you look up at me like that. You want to go deeper?”

She nodded around him then looked down at her treat as she swallowed a bit more, his cock fully in her mouth. She breathed through her nose but still gagged a bit as he hit the back of her throat.

“Shit, baby, sorry,” he said as he tugged on her hair to pull her back.

The slight sting as he did it went all the way to her core, and she gripped his hips to keep him where he was. She looked up at him and swallowed more, this time relaxing her throat so she could take more of him.

“Abigail,” he whispered, and she was pretty sure her eyes crossed. 

She took him deeper a few more times then pulled back so she could suck on the crown and lick up the sides. She wrapped one hand around the base so she could add more grip and sucked harder. He thrust in and out of her mouth, one hand on the couch, the other in her hair. With her other hand, she cupped his balls, rolling them and using her fingers to massage the skin behind them.

When his dick started to throb, she hollowed her cheeks, and he shouted her name as his salty cum splashed on her tongue. She didn’t let go but flattened her tongue so she could swallow it all.

When she pulled back, she looked up at him and smiled. She was pretty sure she’d drenched her panties just by tasting him. Who knew her Tyler was an aphrodisiac?

“Holy shit, baby. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Who knew my Abby was such a dirty girl?”

“I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“You told me you watched porn, and now I’m glad you did.” She watched as his wings flexed as he brought them into his back. “Don’t move. I’m not done with you.”

She swallowed hard as he went to the bedroom naked then came back with her wand in his hand.

“Tyler?”

“You told me you liked to play, so that’s what we’re doing. You like clit stimulation, right?”

She nodded, unable to talk.

He turned on the cordless wand, and it vibrated in his hand. “This is gonna be fun. Take off your dress. Slowly.” He palmed his still-hard cock and smiled.

A shudder ripped through her, and she unzipped the back of her dress then slowly stepped out of it, each movement brushing against her too-sensitive skin.

She stood in her black panties, bra, and matching thigh-high stockings and shivered.

“Dear God, woman. You were wearing those underneath your dress all night?”

She smiled and nodded. “I wanted to surprise you.”

He kissed her softly. “I’m the luckiest guy ever.”

“Really?”

“Really. Now, I’m going to take off your panties and bra, but keep the thigh-high stockings on. Okay?”

She nodded, ready for him to touch her.

He slowly undid her bra, and her breasts fell heavy, wanting. He blew cold air on each of her nipples, and she moaned. The coolness on her too-hot skin made her want to come.

Now.

She desperately wanted him to suck her or at least touch her, but he got on his knees and took off her panties, purposely not touching her skin.

Bastard.

“Tyler…”

“I’m going to touch you, Abigail. Just let me look at you first.”

“Meanie.”

“You say that to a man who’s about to let you come?”

“Fine.”

He threw his head back and laughed. “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” she said as he nudged her knees apart. 

He picked up the vibrator and rolled it up her legs, the vibrations going directly to her core. 

“I love the way you respond, baby. You’re mine.”

“As long as you know you’re mine, too.”

“Deal,” he said then brushed the wand on her clit. 

She gripped the back of the couch, her ass resting on the side of it so Tyler was supporting her weight. Her legs spread around Tyler’s shoulders and her head dipped back. He rolled it over her, increasing the speed as he did so, then inserted two fingers, curling them so he could hit her in the spot that made her scream.

Before he could add another finger, or do whatever he’d planned next, she came. Hard. Her knees gave out as her body vibrated, flushed and numbed. She felt Tyler’s hand on her as she came down, her legs wrapped around him.