Must Be Doin' Somethin' Right [The Chisholms of Texas 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) (5 page)

“Believe me, baby. I’ll make it perfect for you. Fucking you is going to be heaven.”

“There is more to a relationship than sex, Dillon. What do you see as the end result of this ‘relationship’ you’re proposing? I’m not interested in having a backdoor affair with you, even if it lasts five years.”

“If I just wanted a steady lay, I could have chosen any number of women over the past two years. I haven’t dated or fucked any women since I met you, Abby. The end of this relationship is marriage. Preferably well before the five-year contract is up.”

That surprised Abby. “You mean you’ve been celibate for the past
two
years?” she asked dubiously.

“It’s been just me and my hand,” he told her baldly. “Does that surprise you, baby? Have you seen any evidence of any other woman around me while you’ve been here? I’ve kept both of us so busy there was no time for either of us to develop a relationship with anyone else. Do you really think all of those projects we did had to be completed as fast as we did them? I couldn’t take the chance that you would meet someone before I had a chance to make my move,” he said cockily.

That last statement should really piss her off, but it was sort of sweet in a way. This man had gone to all this trouble because he thought she was his future wife? That was flattering in a politically incorrect sort of way. It made Abby feel safe and frustrated at the same time. He had manipulated her these past two years into getting what he wanted.

Still, she couldn’t be mad at him. How else could he have played the last two years that wouldn’t have caused problems for them both professionally? She would have had to give up her internship with CRE and complete two years somewhere else. They would have been apart during that time and wouldn’t have gotten the chance they had to know each other like they did now. She wanted to see where this overwhelming attraction she felt for him would lead just as much as he did. However, he needed to understand that he couldn’t just bulldoze his way through her life. He needed to be able to tamp down his dominant nature in their private life just as he had in their professional relationship or things would never work between them. She had seen a change in him during the past two years. He was a lot less controlling with her than he’d been in the beginning. He sought her opinion and listened to her when they disagreed on things. She didn’t know exactly how the changes that had occurred in their professional relationship would translate into his attitude toward her in an intimate relationship. She wasn’t a sub and she wasn’t about to change her personality to please any man. Yes, she liked a little dominance in the bedroom, but she wouldn’t tolerate it in her everyday life. Given her volatile relationship with her father, wouldn’t that little tidbit be some shrink’s wet dream? It wasn’t going to be easy to teach this man the boundaries. Hell, she really didn’t know what they were herself but she thought they could both have a hell of a good time finding out. If the end result would be a Dillon who would accept her as an equal who allowed him to lead in the bedroom, it would be worth the struggle to get there.

He fumbled in the back pocket of his jeans and brought out a folded piece of paper. “This is a report from my doctor from one month ago. I want to be in you naked, so I got tested for every disease known to man. I got a clean bill of health. If you’re on the Pill, we wouldn’t need to use condoms.”

Taking the piece of paper from him, she went back into the kitchen. She took the mug of coffee off the Keurig machine and started to make a cup for herself while she read through the report. Dillon was right. The medical report was thorough. She had a similar batch of tests done every year when she got her regular checkup for her birth-control pills. She could feel his body behind her as his arms encircled her body. He turned the coffee machine off and took the half-full mug out of her hands, placing it on the countertop in front of her. He nuzzled her neck where it flowed into her jaw and placed gentle kisses there.

“I want you, baby,” he said in a throaty whisper. “I’ve waited two years already, and I don’t think I can go another night without fucking you. I don’t need coffee. I need your legs around me as I stroke my rock-hard cock into your pussy.”

Turning in his arms, Abby looked into his eyes intently. She could see desire and longing in his eyes along with a bit of possessiveness. She wanted him just as badly and, as long as she was being honest with herself, she felt possessive of him as well. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she ran her hands up and down his back, feeling the defined muscles there. She couldn’t believe that she had the right to touch him in this way. Couldn’t believe that he wanted her as badly as she wanted him. Although she had thought she felt instances when he was attracted to her, he’d hidden the true extent of his desire from her for the past two years.

“I’m clean, too, though I don’t have a doctor’s report in my pocket. I get checked every year before I get a new prescription for my birth-control pills. I got that done about six months ago.” Raising on her tiptoes, she offered him her mouth. Not wasting any time, his lips slammed down on hers as he quickly took possession of her mouth. His tongue dueled with hers, making a thrusting motion into her mouth that she knew he intended to copy with his cock very shortly.

Without breaking the kiss, he swept her up in his arms and strode purposefully down the hall to her bedroom. Easing her down his body, he let her feet touch the ground as he continued taking her mouth in voracious kisses. It was like he couldn’t get enough of her. Abby felt it, too, and snuggled further into his embrace. She just wanted to get a little closer to him. She couldn’t seem to get close enough. Finally, Dillon broke the kiss and they both panted for breath.

“Tell me if I do something you don’t like. If I don’t hear otherwise, I’m going to assume you’re with me all the way.”

Reaching down, he began to pull her blouse up her body. As it crossed over her breasts, it rasped almost painfully against her distended nipples. She lifted her arms to help him ease the blouse over her head. Once it cleared, he threw it to the floor at their feet. His hands returned to her waist, unbuttoning her jeans and drawing down the zipper.

Dillon pulled the jeans over her hips and down her thighs until they pooled around her ankles. She lifted her feet and kicked the discarded jeans away from her while holding tightly to his shirt. When she was in her bra and panties, she started to pull his form-fitting T-shirt out of the waistband on his jeans. Between sharp, little nips to his lips, she pushed the shirt up his chest, wanting it off him so she could explore his body. Dillon reached up and pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor next to her clothes.

“That’s more like it,” she said with approval.

She slid her hands up the front of his body over his six-pack abs and his sculpted chest. There wasn’t an extra ounce of flesh on him. He was lean, solid muscle. She skimmed his pecs with her fingertips then traced his tattoos up his forearms to his biceps and onto his shoulders. She put her mouth to his chest and began to kiss her way up his body while he undid the button to his jeans and carefully lowered the zipper over his straining cock. He shucked the jeans and his boxer briefs as quickly as possible, clearly trying not to disturb her exploration of his chest and tats. He had already toed off his boots and socks. Abby was fascinated by his tattoos. From his smug smile he obviously knew of her fixation. He’d probably seen it in her eyes on those rare occasions when he took his shirt off while working at the Ranch.

* * * *

Dillon brought his hands up to fondle her generous breasts. They were the perfect size. They filled his hands to overflowing. Her nipples were pert and a dusky rose in color. Using his thumbs, he rubbed over her nipples, making them even harder. He moved one hand down over her stomach and swept his fingers through the lips of her pussy. She was hot and slick. Finding her entrance, he slipped one finger into her and she moaned softly. He pulled the finger out and let it trail over her clit before sliding it into her again. She swayed into his touch as he continued fingering her pussy.

He could see she was watching his hands on her body through heavy lids as he brought the hand that had been massaging her breasts up under her hair to the nape of her neck. Gently, he pulled her head back so that her lips were where he wanted them. While he took her mouth in another devastating kiss, he delved into her pussy with two fingers, sliding them in and out, roving over her clit whenever he withdrew his fingers from her hot folds.

Nipping hungrily at her lips, he panted, trying to regain control over both his emotions and his body. His cock was rigid against his stomach and he felt like he was going to explode any second. He definitely wanted to come, but he wanted to taste her honey first. She smelled like peaches. Would she taste like that sweet fruit as well?

“Get on the bed, lay on your back, and spread your legs. I want to taste that hot pussy of yours,” he rasped urgently.

Abby obeyed his instructions at once and climbed onto the bed. It was clear she was too far gone in her passion to question his directions now. He snared her eyes with his and she quickly spread her legs when he lifted one eyebrow sardonically. Dillon crawled onto the bed and knelt between her thighs. Leaning over her body, he slanted his mouth across hers as his tongue swept possessively through hers.

Moving his hands down her body, he spread her thighs wider as he moved through the drenched lips of her pussy with his fingers. He wanted to taste her sweet honey but he could tell she wouldn’t last that long so that would have to wait until the next time he fucked her. He needed to be inside her now. As his fingers danced through the folds of her silken heat, he flicked her clit with his thumb, bringing her to a quick orgasm. Once she settled, he brought his fingers back to her drenched pussy. Knowing she was ready to take him, he took her hips in his calloused hands and moved into position. Entering her slowly, his hands lifted her onto his hardened shaft. As his girth rimmed her tight opening, he stroked into her, going a little deeper with each thrust. When she groaned in frustration, he chuckled softly.

“What’s the matter, baby?” he asked gently. “Don’t you like what I’m doing to you?”

“Shit, Dillon. Fuck me already,” she moaned.

“Don’t worry, baby. I fully intend to. I’m going to do it my way, though, so you’ll just have to be patient.”

He continued his slow, sure strokes until he worked his cock all the way into her tight cunt, balls deep in her wet heat. God, she was tight! Once he was fully seated inside her, he began to thrust and retreat. His thrusting became more intense with each stroke. He was moving deep within her and he could feel the tip of his cock bump against her cervix. He fucked into her body harder and faster as each of them reached for their own climax. Finally, her pussy went liquid around his hard shaft and she screamed his name in ecstasy. With one final thrust, he groaned out his own release as his cum shot out of his cock in wave after wave deep into her clenching pussy.

Collapsing on top of her, he had the presence of mind to roll their bodies so she lay on top of him, their bodies still intimately connected. He ran his hands gently up and down her silken back as they each tried to catch their breath.

“Shit, Dillon. That was amazing,” she said softly.

“You have quite the potty mouth, don’t you?” he responded.

“No. I just have a ‘shit’ problem. I say it a lot. I can’t seem to help myself,” she mumbled, half-asleep already.

“No shit, baby. We’re going to have to work on that,” he teased her as he shifted their bodies so they lay pressed together snugly. His semihard cock slipped from the warmth of her pussy and he sighed in disappointment at the loss of her tight heat.

“I love you, Abby,” he whispered.

* * * *

Abby lay on her side in the crook of Dillon’s arm, her head pillowed on his bicep. Her eyes were open and her hand was lazily caressing the tattoos on his bicep and down his arm, tracing the intricate pattern. She didn’t exactly know what to do right now. She didn’t know what Dillon expected of her. He didn’t seem in any big hurry to leave, and Abby wasn’t used to postcoital conversation. The two men she had had sex with in college then law school hadn’t stayed after the sex was over. They had hightailed it out of her bedroom and apartment within twenty minutes of getting their satisfaction.

But here Dillon lay with her nearly an hour after they had made love, and he seemed like he was going to stay a while. She liked it, though she hadn’t known what to say to his whispered words of love.

They lay in her bed talking softly and caressing each other as if they couldn’t bear to let go. She enjoyed this version of after sex much better than her past experiences.

“What do your tattoos mean?” she asked him softly as she continued to trace the black patterns on his shoulder and arms.

“They’re tribal symbols. Native American. My mother is Cherokee. These markings are important to the Cherokee people. They’re war designs. Warriors would paint these markings on their skin when they were going into battle.”

“Did you get them all done at once?” she asked. She was fascinated with the solid-black tattoos that wound from his shoulders over his biceps and just past his elbows. They were large swirls and what looked like dagger points all in a never-ending pattern.

“No, with all the solid black and how big it is, it took quite a few trips,” he explained softly.

“Why solid black like this?” she questioned as she noticed the sheet tenting over the juncture of his thighs.

“Tradition,” he responded as he flicked the sheet back, freeing his hardening cock to her gaze.

* * * *

Sitting up, Abby straddled Dillon. Hands on his shoulders, she rubbed her slick pussy over his jutting erection. Sucking in a deep breath he watched her with heavy lids. She smiled at him and shimmied down his body until she was resting on her knees between his thighs. His biceps bulged as he propped his upper body against the pillows, watching her intently as he fisted his growing hardness roughly with his hand, offering it to her silently. Abby leaned over his bulging cock, her dark brown hair making a curtain around her head and his hard shaft. Leaning down, she gave the head of his cock a light kiss and let her warm breath envelop his hard length and balls like a cloud. With a soft moan, he lifted his hips to her, bringing his cock closer to her hot, moist mouth.