Must Be Doin' Somethin' Right [The Chisholms of Texas 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) (19 page)

I need to let her know that Chisholm isn’t her only choice. She needs to know that
I
can take care of her far better than that conceited asshole. I just need to remind her how serious I am about her and that I want to take care of her the way she deserves.

With her living on the Ranch, there would be more opportunities to contact her. I’ll bide my time and look for the perfect way to let her know I’m here waiting for her and can protect her from Chisholm. She didn’t have to do what the bastard told her to do.

I’ll make sure she knows she has an option. Once she knows, she’ll choose me.

Several weeks had gone by since Abby’s apartment was vandalized but she knew the stalker was still out there. She could feel him. He hadn’t made any further attempts to contact her, but she knew he was just biding his time. She did her best not to let the stress get to her. Although Dillon was leery that the man would make a move when she was out and about, Abby continued to get together with her friends for movies or drinks and dinner just like before. She did take the added precaution of riding with one of her friends to and from the outing.

Rio and Sheriff Decker thought the stalker was trying to figure out a way to make contact with Abby but couldn’t find a way through the security they erected around her. She changed her cell phone number and gave it only to a few select people on the Ranch who might need it. Rio and his crew added cameras around the perimeter of the house like at the vet clinic.

She and Dillon had other things to concentrate on. Construction began on their house right after Thanksgiving, and they spent a lot of evenings picking out materials for the house. They continued to go out to Chaps & Spurs on most Friday nights and riding on Dillon’s Harley on Saturday mornings. Dillon got Abby a helmet and riding leathers to wear on their rides. Sunday mornings were lazy, and the couple often went horseback riding around the Ranch, returning just in time to brush down the horses and join the family for Sunday lunch. It was an unspoken rule that Abby didn’t do anything that could put her in jeopardy of being alone and confronted by the stalker.

Just after Thanksgiving, Abby finally admitted defeat and let Dillon drive her to the clinic in town. She had thought she was suffering from a simple cold, but it kept hanging on and she could hear a rattle developing in her chest. Dillon had been trying to get her to go to the doctor for more than a week, and he finally just picked her up, deposited her in the truck, and drove her to the clinic himself.

Two hours later, Abby left the clinic with a diagnosis of bronchitis, a prescription for an antibiotic, and a warning from the doctor to use a barrier method of birth control for the next two weeks. Dillon drove her to the pharmacy, where she picked up the prescription and he picked up two boxes of condoms. When she saw his purchases, she raised an eyebrow sardonically. Given how little sex he had gotten in the past week, she thought he was being quite assuming. She’d felt like, well, shit the past couple of weeks and wasn’t feeling very amorous. Dillon never pressured her for sex, but she knew he took matters into his own hand, as it were, several times.

The doctor wanted her to go to bed for the next three days, by which time the antibiotics should have started working and she would be feeling better. Dillon put her to bed and made sure she rested as the doctor ordered. He was being very solicitous.

By the end of the third day, Abby was going stir-crazy. She wanted out of bed or she wanted Dillon in bed with her, preferably naked. On the second night, she was feeling much better and tried to seduce him by wearing a sheer, black negligee to bed.

“You’re going to get cold in that, baby. Why don’t you wear one of my T-shirts?

“Oh, I think you’ll warm me up enough.”

“Not happening, baby. The doctor said you needed to rest for at least three days. I don’t think that plan included wild monkey sex.”

“But, Dillon, I feel almost one hundred percent better. I could just lay here and you could do all the work.”

“Three days, Abby. I’m following doctor’s instructions and so are you.” She thought she saw his resolve waver in his eyes.

“I bet I can get you to change your mind,” she said with a seductive smile.

“Be good, Abby, or I’ll have to punish you. You know I control what goes on in this room, not the other way around.”

“I can see the bulge behind your zipper, Dillon. I know you want me.”

“Well now, that’s a fact. However, I have a little more control than you seem to have. I control my cock. It doesn’t control me.”

“But you want me. You can’t deny that.” She was getting irritated with the Neanderthal. Since when didn’t he want to fuck her?

“Baby, if I fucked you every time I had a hard-on, you wouldn’t be able to walk. However, I have a little more control over my dick than you seem to have over your pussy. If you still want me to fuck you tomorrow night, I’ll give it to you any way you want. Tonight, however, you’re going to rest. Now, move your sweet ass on over here and let’s cuddle. It’s been a busy couple of days and I’m wiped out.”

Abby had smiled to herself and let him take her in his arms thinking that he wouldn’t be able to resist her once they were wrapped around each other. She could tell from his deep breathing that he fell asleep almost immediately. Shit. She should have known better than to think she would be able to change his mind. When it came to sex, Dillon wasn’t going to cede control to anyone. She fell asleep hatching her plan for tomorrow night.

But, that had been last night. Tonight, she was not taking “no” for an answer. When Dillon went to the vet clinic for a few hours in the afternoon of her third day of enforced bed rest, she took advantage of her freedom and took a long, hot shower. It made her feel almost human again. By the time she took her shower and dried her long, brown hair, she was feeling tired again, so she crawled into bed naked for a quick nap before Dillon got back home.

She awoke to gentle hands running up and down her naked body and knew Dillon’s self-imposed abstinence was at an end. As she turned into his hard body, she opened her mouth for his hard, hot kiss. He took possession of her mouth and continued to caress her body, bringing her desire to fever pitch.

“Someone’s been a busy little bee while I was gone,” he rasped against her lips.

“You know what they say, early bird gets the worm.” As she spoke, her hands skimmed down his hard body until she grasped his semierect cock in her hand.

“Oh, baby. I’ve been waiting for you—and so has my ‘worm.’”

“Well, I’m back, so put this thing to work,” she drawled as she fisted his cock a few times.

“You don’t need to ask me twice.” He bent down to take her lips with his and started kissing his way slowly down her body. She grabbed his biceps, preventing him from moving lower on her body.

“No,” she gasped. “I don’t need that. I’m ready for you. Take me, Dillon. I’ve missed you. I need to feel you inside me again.” Her body had been ready for him since she felt him in bed with her, and she wanted him to fuck her good and hard.

“Baby, I want you so much, but I don’t want to hurt you. Let me make sure you’re ready.”

Taking one of his hands, she pulled it to her soaking wet pussy so he could feel for himself how ready she really was for him. Once he felt her heat, he moved over her and prepared to thrust his cock deep into her moist and swollen pussy.

“Condom,” she gasped at the last minute before he could thrust home.

“Damn,” he laughed. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” He rolled away from her and she could hear him fumbling in the drawer to the bedside table as he tore open the box of condoms that he’d put there three days ago. Rising up over her again, he held up his hand in triumph. He tore open the foil wrapper with his teeth and quickly sheathed his rampant cock.

Lowering to his elbows on either side of her, he eased forward, pushing his hard length into her with extreme patience. She lifted her legs, curling them around his waist and arching her hips, causing him to sink farther into her body. She sighed with pleasure. Her body stretched around his wide girth, the sensation delicious.

He pushed forward the last few inches and her eyes flew open at the aching fullness. She worked her inner muscles to hug his cock. Tight, so deliciously tight. Her body gripped his cock with need and her pussy throbbed, rippling over his length. He withdrew with a groan and thrust forward again. And then again. He watched her as she gave over to the all-consuming pleasure that surrounded her. She closed her eyes and threw back her head in ecstasy. She was teetering on the edge of an orgasm she knew would be intense and explosive. She bowed her body upward, legs still wrapped tightly around his waist. Her body ached with the strain.

He thrust harder, watching her the entire time. Her fingers gently caressed his cheek. His face was filled with the strain she knew came before his orgasm and she wanted them to go together.

“Harder,” she whispered as her hands found and latched onto his hard biceps.

A strangled sound came from his throat and then he pushed forward into her body again. Once. Twice. She cried out his name, gripping his shoulders with her fingers. His name was a tortured whisper from her tongue. Her orgasm washed over her like the tide in the ocean. Inexorable.

Abby couldn’t catch her breath. She couldn’t think or process anything but the almost-numbing ecstasy that skittered through her brain. Through it all, Dillon had gathered her close, murmuring her name. He whispered comforting words, soothing her ravaged senses. She lay still as his body came to rest atop hers. Her arms reached around him as she caressed his muscled back with the ends of her fingers using the tips of her fingernails to lightly scratch his overheated skin.

His chest was heaving against hers and she could feel the dampness of their bodies as he rested his forehead against hers. Her breath left her as she simply stared. He was so gorgeous. Sweet heaven, but the man was lethal in his intensity. He began to move away from her and she felt him slip from her depths. He rolled away to take care of the condom. Returning to the bed, he slipped them both under the covers, pulling her tightly to his hard, warm body. She fell asleep listening to the steady beat of his heart under her ear.

* * * *

Abby washed her hair with her peach-scented shampoo, thinking about last night with Dillon. There was something about that man that just did it for her. Even while she sometimes railed at his high-handedness, she gloried in his dominance in their love life. She’d woken up early and hadn’t been able to get back to sleep, so she had gently edged away from his hot, muscled body. The man put out heat like a furnace. Having decided to take the time to deep clean her hair and condition it, she’d shampooed once already and rinsed then reapplied the shampoo while she washed the rest of her body and shaved her legs.

Her head tipped back so that her hair was in the stream of water coming from the showerhead, she heard the shower door open as Dillon stepped in beside her. He gently put his hands in her hair and massaged the bubbles from its length. Her eyes still closed, he kissed her gently on the lips, making her body lean in toward his to deepen the kiss.

“Are you conditioning today?”

“I planned to. Why? Do you have other plans?”

“No, baby. I just want to take care of you. Give me the moisturizer and I’ll work it into your hair.” She turned toward the front of the shower where she kept all of her bath and shower items. Grabbing the one she needed, she handed it to Dillon. He gently worked it into her hair, giving her a deep-scalp massage before adjusting the showerhead to rinse out the conditioner. Grabbing his shower gel, Abby began to move her hands lazily over his body, paying particular attention to his nipples. His cock was already bobbing up against his flat abs. Reaching around her, Dillon grabbed Abby’s peach-scented bodywash and poured some in his hands as he began to wash her body as well. Their hands slid hotly over each other’s bodies, their paths slicked by the suds. As she turned him around to rinse away the soap, her fingers moved over his muscled chest, over his firm abs, and down to his jutting erection.

Pulling her closer with a groan, he made sure that she was thoroughly rinsed before he maneuvered her body so that she was facing away from him. He used his body to herd her into the shower wall, her breasts pressed up tight against it. She could feel his rigid cock against the seam of her ass as he suckled drops of water from her neck and shoulders.

“You know the drill. Hands on the wall.”

She felt her body respond almost automatically to the command in his voice as her arms reached up, the palms of her hands flat on the wall beside her head. One of his hands slipped between her legs and she knew he was gauging her readiness, if the steel pole nudging between her thighs was any indication of his intent.

Evidently finding what he wanted, he nudged her up on her tiptoes as he guided his cock into her waiting sheath. She loved that little bite she felt as his wide cock breached her entrance.

“Fuck. I love your tight pussy. You were made for me, baby. Hold on, this is going to be fast and hard.”

Fingers gripping her hips, he used his upper body to brace her against the wall as he began to thrust up into her body at a blistering pace. Reaching around her body with one hand, he fondled her clit. Once. Twice, and she jerked in his arms as the sudden climax hit her with the force of a Mack truck.
Wow!
She hadn’t even seen that coming.

As the aftershocks ricocheted through her pussy, she felt Dillon thrust again, then again until he pushed in deep and held himself still as his cock released his seed deep into her grasping pussy. Both were panting as Dillon used his body to hold her tight against the wall. His cock still jerking in her pussy, she reveled in the feeling of being one with this commanding man.

“Shit!”

“That’s my line. What’s wrong?” she mumbled as she turned around to see what he was upset about.