Cameron, Paige - A Fling with the Billionaire Cowboy [Wives for the Western Billionaires 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (17 page)

“Rand’s not coming today, but he wants to meet me at home tomorrow. He said to tell Mom he’d be by tomorrow to make up for missing the party.” He searched the room and then yelled, “Grace, are you staying here for a few days?”

She walked in his direction. “I am. I took off four days. Why?”

“Rand can’t make it today. He’ll see you tomorrow.”

“That’s strange. He said he and his fiancée would both be coming.”

“Probably one of them had to work after all. You know doctors. Starting out they don’t have good hours.”

“Did he ask to speak to me or Mom?”

“He asked about Mom. I told him she had walked down to the gazebo for a minute with Chelsea. Actually, I thought you might have been with them until I looked around after the call.”

Graham, the writer, arrived late as they were sitting down at the table. “Sorry, the time slipped away.” He glanced down the table. “Happy birthday, little one.”

Grace pretended to frown. “I’m not little. I’m an adult.”

Graham shrugged his shoulders. “You’ll always be little one to me.” He grabbed his tea glass and took a long drink.”

Soon the chatter went on all around the table. People talked to the person beside them, and the one at the far end of the table. Chelsea loved it. She’d fallen into a foreign country and wished she could stay. The only person not fully involved was Clayton’s fiancée, who picked at her food and looked totally bored. Some of the family tried to include her, but she answered with one or two words. Chelsea found herself involved in several heated discussions. No one ever got mad, though. There was much laughter at the table. Even Clayton smiled once or twice.

* * * *

They left late. The full moon shone a silver path across the land. The fresh air coming in the windows was cool. When they got to the TRC ranch, Dirk slowed.

“Do you know what a night like this is good for?” he asked Chelsea.

“For studying the thousands of stars?” She’d sat close to him and had her head leaning against his arm.

He drove further before he answered. “For making love under the stars in the open.” He turned the wheel. They bounced down a two-lane dirt road. “I know just the spot. I’ve been hot for you all night.”

“In front of your mother and family?” She gave him a side-glance. “For shame.”

“They can’t read my mind, thank goodness, or my mom would have washed my head out.”

“You are too funny.”

Dirk pulled the truck into a spot near several trees. “I’m not joking. I intend take off your clothes and sink into your sweet pussy. Any objections?”

“It’s a bit cold.”

“Silly girl.” He pulled her out of the truck and into his arms. “I’ll keep you warm.” He reached around her and behind the driver’s seat and got a blanket. He spread the cover on the ground, and then led her to the spot.

Desire shone out of Dirk’s eyes as he began to unbutton her shirt. He let it slip to the blanket. He didn’t kiss her, but just the touch of his fingers brushing across her skin sent heat flickering along every nerve ending. He made short work of unfastening her belt, unzipping her jeans, and removing them and her panties in one fell swoop. Her shoes were put to the side. He stood back.

“I’d love to have a painting of you done at night, naked in the moonlight. Except I wouldn’t want another man to see you with your skin glowing, your red hair glistening like fire, and the light of the moon showcasing your lush curves.”

“My turn. I want to see you.” She had his shirt off in a minute.

“Let me help.” Dirk sat and yanked off his boots. Then he removed his jeans and shorts. He stood in front of her. “What do you think?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Hmmm.” She walked around him observing his long, lean back and tight ass. Moonlight shone on his broad shoulders, but other parts of his body were cast in shadows, giving his face a mysterious bearing. Light etched his wide chest, down his six-pack, to his hard cock. Well-muscled legs stood wide apart. He was a magnificent warrior from the past. She giggled at her silly thoughts.

“This is bad if I inspire giggles and not moans.”

“You have much too big a head anyway.”

He glanced downward. “You think it’s too big?”

“You’re incorrigible.”

Dirk took her shoulders and moved her to the center of the blanket. “Stand there while I give you an inspection.”

A shiver passed across her skin. She felt vulnerable.

His hand touched her left shoulder and a finger trailed around to the back of her neck. Then he let his hand slide down the middle of her back to her bottom.

“Skin like velvet.” His hands cupped her ass. “Nice.”

She started to move. “Stay.”

Next he touched her legs, and his lips whispered a kiss on the sensitive backside of her knee. His fingers trailed up the center of her legs and as he rose he held her back against his front and cupped her breast with one hand, while the other separated her soft folds and found her nub. She trembled.

His lips kissed her neck and shivers ran down her spine. Desire coiled in her lower abdomen, and her nipples peaked, aching for attention.

“You are mine. You may not admit it yet,” he whispered in her ear. His teeth ran across her earlobe. “But you will,” he said. His hand had moved up to hold her across her abdomen and his hand and arm circled around her breasts. “Mine.”

Gently he lay her on the blanket and spread her legs. His mouth closed on her nub, and his tongue swirled around her most sensitive spot. Fluid seeped out of her pussy.

Dirk breathed deep. “I love your scent when you’re excited. He licked along her folds and his tongue darted into her opening. Her hips rose to meet his mouth as she cried out his name.

Her pussy walls clenched and unclenched, wanting him deep inside her. “Take me,” she cried out.

“You’re sure you are ready?”

“Don’t tease. I want to feel your hard cock deep in me.”

He grinned. “A gentleman always gives a lady what she wants.” He reached for a condom, rolled it on and moved into position. His eyes met hers as he surged inside her hot, tight pussy.

She raised her legs around him taking him in deeper. He groaned when she tightened her pussy walls. He moved in and out faster and faster, and she found his rhythm and followed. A wave of sheer delight ran up her body. Dirk plunged once more and held as they found their release together.

Afterward, he held her tight in his arms. “Cold?”

“I’m burning up, and my heart’s pounding a hundred miles an hour.”

“Good, then I’m not alone.”

His heart beat hard against her back. She was warm and safe. He kissed the top of her head. Dozens of stars shone in the dark night, and the moon touched the earth with silver. Could anything be better than this?

Chapter Thirteen

Chelsea found a pattern to her days. She’d visit Lily in the mornings. They’d talk, and Lily taught her how to cook more dishes and to bake. It was fun surprising Dirk with different dinners. Other times, she and Lily played with Diana. Chelsea found herself becoming more and more comfortable handling Diana and caring for her. In the afternoons, she wrote. She was surprised her days were happy, interesting, and flew by.

Tonight, she and Dirk were taking care of Diana while Ty and Lily went out to dinner. This was the first time for Chelsea, and she had to admit she was nervous. But not as much as she’d be if she hadn’t had more contact with the baby in the last few weeks.

“Hi,” Dirk came in the door as she pulled out a tuna casserole.

“I’m glad you’re early. We’ll eat and then we can give Diana our undivided attention when she gets here.”

“Are you still nervous? I thought all those lessons from Lily would make you feel confident.”

“Taking care of a baby when her mother is there is a little different than with both parents gone for the evening.”

Dirk wrapped his arms around her and tickled her neck. “Don’t worry. Being the second oldest of six, I’ve had plenty of experience. And she’s been a doll when I kept her.”

Laughing, she pulled out of his grasp. “I’ll remember when she’s crying, and I don’t know what to do. I feel much relieved to have such an expert on hand.”

“Wait a minute. I didn’t say I was that good.”

“Nope, you can’t back out now. Are you ready to eat?”

“Will it keep if I take a quick shower?”

She let her gaze go from his face down his body and up. “Yes, if I stay in the kitchen.” She winked at him.

“I’d love to take you up on your offer. Make it again later.”

“Did I make an offer?” She turned and started to set the table. Dirk whistled as he headed to the bedroom. They were becoming like an old married couple, and what frightened her was she thought she might like it to stay that way.

Their timing was perfect. They’d eaten and were just finishing cleaning the kitchen when Lily brought Diana to the door. When the baby saw Dirk, she reached out her arms. Lily and Chelsea just laughed.

“You can reach us on our cell,” Lily said. “Do you still have the doctor’s number?” Lily asked Dirk.

“Yes. Don’t worry she’ll be fine with us.” Dirk handed Chelsea the diaper bag. He took the bottles out of the other bag and put them in the refrigerator.

“Enough, sweetheart. We’re only going for dinner.” Ty had walked up behind Lily. “You’re a worse worrier than me. Relax. I’m sure Chelsea and Dirk can handle one little baby for a few hours.”

“Forgive me. I know you all will do fine. I’m so seldom away from her that I get anxious.”

“I can see I’m going to have to take her out more often,” Ty teased. “See you all later.” He put his arm around Lily and escorted her to the car.

Chelsea shut the door. “That’s it. We’re in charge.”

Dirk carried Diana around the house. Chelsea could hear him talking nonsense, and the baby cooing. For a second, she imagined Diana was their baby. They were married and settled in this house. The idea didn’t scare her like it would have a few weeks ago. In fact the thought gave her a warm glow inside.

She went looking for the two of them and found Dirk watching the sports channel with Diana cuddled in his arms.

The baby swung her arms around and made noises as though talking.

“You haven’t got a chance of getting his attention, sweetheart,” Chelsea said. “Not while he has his favorite sports channel news on.” She took Diana into her arms and sat in the rocker. “There, now we girls can have a talk.”

Diana gave her one of her smiles and kicked her feet. She was a darling. Chelsea ran her hands over her golden curls. When she glanced across at Dirk, he was watching her. He had a thoughtful expression on his face.

“You’ll make a beautiful mother.”

“As I’ve said before, I haven’t given it much serious thought. But Diana is such a good, sweet baby. She makes you think about having one of your own. My guess is they don’t all come as calm and easygoing as her.”

“You’re probably right.” Dirk went back to watching the television.

Of course, eventually Diana started looking around the room. If Chelsea could read her mind, she was pretty certain she was looking for her mom and dad. Her little face screwed up, got red, and the crying began.

Chelsea took her in the bedroom, undressed her, and changed her diaper. Then she put the little nightgown on. Diana stopped crying for a few minutes.