Must Be Doin' Somethin' Right [The Chisholms of Texas 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) (7 page)

“Thanks for talking me down, ladies. I think I was about ready to circumcise him again.”

After everything that happened, Abby didn’t feel like telling the women about the phone call she received tonight before she left the house. This last one was the third she received in about eight days. They always happened when she was alone. At first she had thought it was just a wrong number or maybe kids. Now, she was beginning to wonder, though. She needed to tell Dillon about the calls after they talked about the way he acted tonight.

* * * *

Dillon returned upstairs, still pissed off at that punk, Hernandez, and the other men that had asked Abby to dance with them right under his nose. Everybody in town knew that he and Abby were together. Those men had asked her to dance with them anyway just to see how he would react. In the past, He had never really cared whether the woman he was dating danced with other men at the club.

Dillon had seen a look in Hernandez’s eyes that told him the man wasn’t happy with Abby’s new status as another man’s woman. Over the past two years, Dillon had noticed that the man’s interest in Abby reached beyond wanting a few dances on a Friday night. He’d walked a tight line between polite interest and outright infatuation. He knew the man had repeatedly asked Abby out on dates. Dillon had thought he might have to step in and show his hand much sooner than he wanted, but Hernandez had backed off. Dillon hoped tonight would be the end of the man sniffing around Abby.

When Ryan had come back upstairs after taking care of a problem at the bar downstairs, he had mentioned that Abby looked like she was having fun dancing tonight and Dillon had seen red.

The men that had asked Abby to dance tonight, and he knew exactly who they were without being told, had done so for one reason. They had wanted to know how serious he was about Abby and if they still had a chance with her. It was up to him to put an end to the behavior decisively. He had stalked downstairs to the dance floor and seen that punk, Hernandez, dancing with Abby as bold as you please.

He had taken grim satisfaction in the loud gulp and the spark of fear he saw in the other man’s eyes when he’d told Jaime to fuck off. Turning his back on the little prick, he had taken Abby by the arm and led her gently off the dance floor and back to the table, settling her into an empty chair. After giving her a hot, hard kiss, he told her in no uncertain terms that he expected to be her only dance partner from now on. Then he’d left her with her mouth hanging open like a fish out of water and went back upstairs to finish the game of pool with his brothers and avoid the fireworks he knew his actions would engender.

Now he sat on a barstool near the pool table he and his brothers were shooting pool at, trying not to think about how badly Abby was going to lay into him when he went back downstairs in a few minutes. She’d been in utter shock when he left her about twenty minutes ago. That was plenty of time for her to recover and get a good mad on.

Yes, as always, he probably could have handled the situation better. No doubt he could have cut in, pulled her to the side and asked her not to dance with any other man but him. He hadn’t exactly been thinking clearly after Ryan told him that several men were dancing with Abby while he was upstairs shooting pool with his brothers.

He really should have expected something like this. For the past two years, Abby had danced freely with many of the men who frequented the club. She danced with whoever she wanted to, and no man had seemed to spark her interest any more than any of the others. That had all changed last Friday, however, and everyone in Deseo and at the Ranch damn well knew it.

“You know, you could have just told her you didn’t want her dancing with any other men while you were dating, Dil,” Xander said with a grin.

“Fuck you, asshole.” Dillon, without any real heat, flipped off his oldest brother and received a similar gesture in return. “Those puppies would still be sniffing around her until I made a stand.”

“Yeah, bro, but now you’ve dug yourself a hole that you’re going to have to dig out of before you can get back into her bed.” Ryder laughed. “What’s the big deal, anyway? You’ve never cared if any of the other women you’ve dated danced with other guys before. Why is Abby so different? You didn’t even come here together tonight.”

“He wasn’t in love with any of those other women, Ryder. That’s the difference,” responded Levi with a knowing smile before Dillon had a chance to respond.

“Shit, really? You’re in love with the pretty doctor? When did that happen, and where was I?” exclaimed Ryder.

All of his brothers were looking at Dillon questioningly now, ignoring the game.

“Fuck you, Levi,” he said resigning himself to tell his brothers everything. “Yeah. All right? I’m in love with the woman. And, no, nothing happened between us while she was doing her internship,” he said, cutting off Ryan’s question. “I got to know her pretty well during these past two years, and I fell for her. I knew I couldn’t act on it as long as she was still a student, so I didn’t let on to her that I wanted her. We just got together last weekend. She doesn’t believe I’m in love with her, so don’t say anything until I get this straightened out with her. She’s afraid I’ll be too domineering. I guess her dad was pretty tough on her growing up, and she’s got all kinds of hot buttons when I come on too strong.”

Ryan snorted. “Shit, Dillon. Are you going to change your whole personality for this woman? Get a lobotomy? Your picture is in the dictionary under domineering. What makes you think you can make it work with this woman?” asked Ryan seriously.

“It’ll work. I just have to tame her a little,” insisted Dillon stubbornly.

“Damn, the Chisholm brothers are dropping like flies. This should be interesting to watch,” said Ryder. “I can’t wait to see the fireworks while you try to convince her you’re not like her father. I’ll take a front-row seat to see this.” The rest of the brothers all laughed and agreed that it would be interesting to watch Dillon try to “tame” Abby.

“Assholes,” he said as he grimaced. Pointing to Ryan, Xander, and Levi, he said, “You three are pussies. You let your women tame you instead of the other way around. Sit back and watch how it’s done.” He got a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach when his three married brothers looked at him with pity and laughed themselves off their barstools.

“I’m going to go see my woman. See you guys later. Ryan, can you put in a request for me with the DJ?” he asked with a small smile on his face.

“Sure, bro. What do you want him to play?”

Dillon explained what he wanted as he and Ryan walked down the stairs. Dillon headed straight to Abby, and Ryan went to the DJ booth to carry out his request.

Abby was deep in conversation with the other women when he first approached their table. He noted with deep satisfaction that the usual crowd of men weren’t milling around the women
. Message sent and received.
He sat down in the empty seat next to Abby and rested his arm along the back of her chair, waiting for her to acknowledge his presence. He wondered what hoops she was going to make him go through to get back into her good graces.

“Hi,” she said with a soft smile. “Done with your pool game?”

“Yeah,” he responded with a tentative smile of his own. “How about you dance with me, since I cut off your fun earlier?”

“Sure, let’s go,” she said as she stood up and held out her hand to him. Surprised at her friendly response, Dillon took her hand and led her to the dance floor where the DJ was playing “What Was I Thinkin’” by Dierks Bentley. The song he requested should be up soon.

They danced to two more songs before “Must Be Doin’ Somethin’ Right” by Billy Currington started playing. Pulling her close, he started swaying with her to the music, making no attempt to two-step with her, just wanting her in his arms. As with most of the songs played at the club, the video was playing on the white screen on one wall of the dance floor.

Dillon was surprised when Abby snuggled closer. He knew she would be able to feel his hard cock and her nipples were pebbling against his chest. He hadn’t even kissed her yet. Well, besides that one over a half an hour ago. He knew he wasn’t off the hook, though. He was sure when they were alone she would still rake him over the coals for his high-handedness earlier. For now, though, she seemed content to just rub on him and dance.

Jordan, Samantha, and Taylor had long since left with their husbands when Abby and Dillon were dancing another slow song. He spoke gently in her ear and he felt a shiver go down her spine.

“Let’s go back to your apartment and get naked. I need to be deep inside you.”

She looked at him with wide eyes as he took her hand and led her from the dance floor. “Do you have a purse with you?” he asked as they came to the table.

“No. I didn’t bring a purse,” she breathed.

“Good. Let’s go. My Harley is outside, and I can’t wait to feel your arms and legs wrapped around me,” he told her as he pulled her along with him toward the front doors of the club.

* * * *

Once inside the apartment, Dillon kicked the door shut and slammed the dead bolt home. He pulled her into his body as he slanted his mouth over hers in a wet, deep kiss. His tongue swept her mouth and he nibbled on the corner of her mouth. “Bedroom. Naked. Now,” he rasped, his eyes heated in passion.

Mesmerized by him, Abby skittered down the hallway to her bedroom, stripping as she went. She didn’t know why his commanding voice turned her on like this, but she had long ago accepted the fact that she wanted a dominant male in her bed. She had a couple of boyfriends in the past and, though they both had dominant personalities in bed, neither did much for her. They had both turned a little mean when she didn’t follow their orders immediately and they wanted to take the domination further than she was willing to go. Like whips-and-chains kind of further. That wasn’t what she wanted. She simply wanted a man who would take control in the bedroom without thinking that meant he was allowed to do whatever he wanted to her physically.

She had left both relationships wanting something more that she couldn’t quite pinpoint. Now, with Dillon, she knew what she’d been missing. Dillon may be dominant in the bedroom, but when they were together he was totally intent on their combined pleasure, not just his own. Dillon wasn’t happy unless he gave her more pleasure than she thought she could handle. A girl could get used to that.

Abby shimmied out of her panties next to the bed. She had already taken off the rest of her clothes as she hurried to the bedroom. Looking at the doorway, she saw Dillon entering the bedroom, discarding his T-shirt as he sauntered in. The man was hot! That’s all there was to it. He was mouthwatering in jeans and a T-shirt, but naked he was off the charts. Long, lean, and muscled. His cock was a work of art. Abby couldn’t wait to get him out of his clothes. Her pussy tightened in need as he stalked toward her with a very intent look on his face.

His hands unbuttoned his jeans and she heard the rasp of the zipper as he continued to hold her gaze. He pushed the jeans over his hips and pulled out his rock-hard cock, stroking it a couple of times. “Suck my cock, baby,” he commanded as he walked toward her. He watched with hooded eyes as she looked at his hard rod hungrily and licked her lips. She kneeled before him on the rug by the bed. His cock was as big as she remembered it and was standing straight up against his six-pack abs. She licked her lips in anticipation. Grasping it gently in her hands, she brought his hard length to her mouth, where she kissed the tip and licked away the drop of moisture coming from the slit. She had one hand at the base of his shaft and slowly took him into her mouth, hearing him groan as she circled the head of his cock again, digging into the sensitive spot just beneath the head.

Leaning her hands on his legs to steady herself, she began to suck on his hard shaft, pulling him deeper. Her nails dug into the hard muscle of his thighs as his cock slid in deeper. His hands went to her hair and he grabbed a handful tightly in his fist, holding her head just the way he wanted. Her mouth kept even pressure as he began to roll his hips, fucking into her mouth.

“Fuck, baby. You do that so well,” he said with a groan.

Dillon continued to thrust in and pull out, his cock seeming to grow bigger on every pass. Going deep, he surprised her and she had to swallow against her gag reflex.

“Breathe through your nose, baby. Swallow against me.”

His balls pulled up tight to his body as he thrust in again and again, his hips moving rapidly. Moaning her name, he made low, guttural sounds as he got closer and closer to his release. His fingers tightened almost painfully in her hair and he pressed his hard cock in farther, coming deep in her mouth. A few more shallow thrusts and he pulled out, his cock now sated.

* * * *

Reaching down, he pulled her to her feet, kissing her gently on the lips in a wet, openmouthed kiss. Guiding her to the bed, he had her sit while he kicked off his pants and socks. Urging her to the center of the bed, he bent over her and kissed her again. Slowly moving down her body, he rained kisses over her collarbone, to each breast, over her stomach, and down to her trimmed mound.

“Spread your legs, baby. Let me in.” She instantly obeyed. Lying on his stomach and resting between her thighs, his hands went under her, drawing her to him. His fingers dug into her ass and thighs, holding her in place for his perusal. Looking his fill at her pretty pink pussy, he could smell the musk of her arousal and it made him want her even more. He bent his head and licked her from back to front, tasting her sweet nectar while her hands fisted in the bedding.

Dipping back into her swollen depths, he held her tightly to his mouth while he used his lips and tongue on her pussy, drawing a groan deep from her chest. He could feel the muscles of her thighs tremble as he suckled her clit into his mouth, ratcheting her desire up even higher. He alternated between swirls of his tongue and suckling her clit until she arched sharply against him and cried out her release. He continued to lick and suck, drawing every last bit of her orgasm from her.