Must Be Doin' Somethin' Right [The Chisholms of Texas 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) (6 page)

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“You’re so big, Dillon,” she said as she licked her lips.

“It’s all for you, baby. I’m yours just as you’re mine.”

Abby leaned down over his hips, reaching down with the fingers of one hand to take hold of his hard cock. She gently moved his hand away and took over the fisting of his dick. Bending down, she kissed the tip of his straining erection, licking away a drop of cum from his throbbing cock. He tasted salty and earthy. Her tongue flicked back and forth over his cock’s sensitive underside and down to the base. The feel of her tongue was almost enough to make him come right there. She worked back up to the head again. Her lips parted and he watched in utter ecstasy as his cock slid, inch by inch, into her wet, warm mouth. Pleasure so good it felt like pain washed over him at the feeling of his cock being taken in by her sweet, hot mouth. He moaned raggedly and she hummed quietly in response, sending vibrations down his cock. Her lips drawn tightly around his girth, she suckled up and down his shaft.

Wrapping her small hand around the base of his cock, she began to slide it back and forth in the same rhythm as her lips, pulling and squeezing gently. He felt an irresistible need to thrust into her steamy mouth. She continued her ministrations for several minutes until, finally, he let out a loud groan as his orgasm swept over him, his cum shooting into her mouth. He didn’t take his eyes off her as she received every drop of his cum and gently licked his sated cock clean. He hadn’t intended to let her suck him off to release. He planned on being deep inside her tonight. Lucky for both of them that he had a quick recovery time.

Pulling her to lay beside him, he leaned over her, slanting his mouth over her swollen lips as his hand played with her breasts, bringing them to attention once again. Drawing circles over her nipples with the pads of his thumbs, he teased their sensitive tips. He planned to fuck Abby Barnes over and over tonight. He planned on making her addicted to sex with him. He wanted Abby in his life and in his bed, his to command. She was the one, and he had no intention of letting her get away.

So far, she had reacted positively to his domination in bed. He wasn’t a whips-and-leather Dom. He was both demanding and giving. He wanted a woman who trusted him to see to her pleasure and let him take the lead in bed. He didn’t require submission any place but the bedroom, although he knew his personality was seen as domineering.

 

* * * *

 

As Dillon moved deliberately down her body, his hands slid into the damp curls between her thighs. When his lips reached the top of her mound, Abby attempted to hide herself from his touch with her spread hands.

She had never let a man go down there. It was just too intimate. She had never gotten to the point with any other lover where she truly trusted him enough to let him go down on her.

“Don’t hide yourself from me,” Dillon demanded.

“I’ve never done that before. I don’t like it.”

“If you’ve never done it before, how do you know you don’t like it?”

“I’m not ready for that.”

“Open for me, Abby. I’m not going to let you hold any part of yourself back from me. Move your hands and open those luscious thighs. Trust me to make it good for you.” She knew that how she handled this would be important to the future of their relationship. She needed to trust him. She knew he needed her to trust him implicitly with her sexual pleasure. He held her gaze with his emerald-green eyes, willing her to trust him without reservation. She gazed back intently looking for some sign that this was supposed to happen. Seeing the love in his eyes, she let out a sigh and moved her hands away.

“Spread your legs, baby. I want to see your pussy.”

Abby slowly parted her legs, giving him access. He leaned down and rested his head on her inner thigh, looking at her moist heat as if he intended to memorize each and every fold. His fingertips went to her slit, gently opening her and stroking through her wet folds. Her thighs trembled and she arched her neck in pleasure, moaning out his name. His fingers explored her pussy but studiously avoided her clit, the place where she most wanted them. She felt his moist breath on her pussy just an instant before his tongue swirled through the folds of her wet heat. She arched into his mouth. The unfurling wisps of an orgasm were holding her captive as his mouth continued to explore her pussy.

Abby had never felt this way. She was allowing this man into one of her most intimate places, and he was making her feel things she had never felt before. She couldn’t believe what she’d been missing. The difference this time was that, for some reason, she totally trusted Dillon. She wanted to share her body with him in ways she never had before. She knew that not only could she trust him with her sexual pleasure, she could trust him with her life. He said he loved her. Did she love him? She certainly felt more for him than she had ever felt for any man before but,
love
? She didn’t know. But, she sure wanted this with him and she didn’t want to question it right now. She just wanted to feel what Dillon made her feel.

One of his fingers entered her passage as his tongue continued to swirl in her swollen folds. As he gently stroked her clit, another finger entered her, thrusting in and out of her swollen pussy. The wisps of pleasure were becoming more substantial, pulling her toward completion. As his fingers stroked in and out of her, his swirling tongue brushed over her clit, pulling her into a sweeping orgasm as she groaned out his name and let it overtake her.

Abby lay sprawled on the bed with Dillon still resting between her thighs. Shit! That had been something else. Friends had told her what having a man go down on her would be like, but she thought they were exaggerating. Still recovering from one of the best orgasms ever, she felt Dillon’s hot, hard body slide up hers so they were face to face. She could feel his cock bump against her thigh. Without waiting for an invitation, his mouth devoured hers in a drugging kiss, his tongue boldly barging into her mouth. He groaned into her mouth. His hands moved restlessly over her torso, skimming her breasts and nipples, making her shudder in delight as her nipples pebbled with the attention.

His mouth still on hers, he spread her thighs farther apart, bringing her pussy in alignment with his rock-hard cock. Draping her thighs over his forearms, he pushed his thick length into her body inch by slow inch. His greedy cock slid slowly into her pussy then back out. She couldn’t hold back a moan as he began to pump harder and faster into her body until he was balls deep into her cunt. He leaned down and kissed her ravenously as she became accustomed to his girth. His hips began to piston, pumping in and out, sliding his cock home over and over.

He pulled farther out now on each stroke, thrusting a little harder with each inward motion, her cunt gripping his cock in a tight embrace as her orgasm pulled at her. As he continued on his frenetic pace, his breath left his body in grunts and groans as he worked over her. Eyes focused entirely on her, he continued his frenzied movements. The orgasm that had been pulling at her tore through her body with so much pleasure she thought she might black out. His thrusts became frantic as he held his body tightly to hers and began to grind against her, his cock pulsing out his release into her depths. Abby put her arms around his shoulders and held him tightly in her arms as his body shuddered with his release.

 

* * * *

 

Abby woke up naked and pressed up tightly against something warm and hard. Opening her eyes slowly, she remembered everything she and Dillon had done last night and early this morning and she could feel a blush stealing over her entire body. Shit! She’d slept with her boss. Well, she thought with a naughty smile, they really hadn’t done that much sleeping, if she was being honest. They had fucked. Several times, as a matter of fact. The man had amazing stamina and a very short recovery time. He also knew his way around a woman’s body. Sh—! Shoot. She needed to get a grip. What was she going to do about this? What
could
she do about this? It was a little too late to take it back. Besides, she didn’t want to take it back. Last night had been the best sexual experience of her life and she wanted more. She decided to just go with it.

The lovers spent Saturday and Sunday together at her apartment—most of it in bed. Dillon told the foremen at the Ranch to call him on his cell phone if they needed a vet before Monday, but there were no calls. Dillon reluctantly left Abby on Sunday night when she told him she needed to do laundry and get ready for work on Monday. He hinted that if she lived with him at the Ranch, they wouldn’t have to be apart. She just rolled her eyes and pushed him out the door.

Chapter 3

 

The first Friday after they started their relationship, Abby met the girls at Chaps & Spurs for their regular night out. While Dillon was still playing pool, several men asked her to dance. Abby loved to dance and, since they were in a public place, she saw no harm in dancing with a few of the men with whom she danced regularly before she and Dillon got together. She didn’t dance any slow songs with anyone.

She was dancing a fast two-step with Jaime Hernandez when Dillon barreled onto the dance floor and tore her out of the man’s arms.

“Back the fuck off, Hernandez,” Dillon said in a hard voice that Abby didn’t recognize. The look he gave Jaime caused the younger man to take a step backward.

“I don’t know what—” started Jaime before getting cut off by Dillon’s commanding voice.

“Oh, you know exactly what I’m talking about, you little shit.”

“It was just a dance.”

“I think you know better than to hit on a woman that’s already taken. You know Abby is mine. I’m not sharing. Tell all the pups here tonight to back the fuck off. Anybody else tries to poach what’s mine will get their head knocked off. Spread the word.”

“But you never—” started Jaime.

“This one’s different,” interrupted Dillon. “Spread the word. Abby is off the menu. She’s mine and I won’t take anybody trying to weasel their way in between us lying down. Now, get the fuck out of here.” The stare down lasted about ten seconds before Jaime broke eye contact and headed off the floor, fists clenched tightly at his sides, without looking back at Abby.

Dillon turned around, took a shell-shocked Abby by the hand, and hauled her off the floor. Leading her back to the table, he gave her a hard, hot kiss right there in front of everyone. “I’m your only dance partner from now on, baby. Sorry if I didn’t make that clear before. I’ll see you in a bit.” Then he stalked back up the stairs where the pool tables were.

Abby sat there with her mouth open and her face beet red as she watched Dillon head back up the stairs. He could be such an ass. She wasn’t doing anything wrong. How dare he tell her what she could and couldn’t do! The girls at the table watched her as if they expected her to blow her top at any moment. Jordan got up and went to Abby, sitting right next to her as she put an arm around her shoulders. “In case you hadn’t noticed it, Abby, the Chisholm boys are a bit territorial. They don’t share well with others. Don’t be too hard on him. He loves you, and he doesn’t like to see another man’s arms around you. He wouldn’t care one way or another if he wasn’t in love with you. I don’t think he’s ever done that with any other woman he’s dated. He won’t dance with any other women, either, so don’t think he’s being chauvinistic.”

Taylor moved closer and said, “Yes, he could have handled it better. But you have to remember he’s a man. They don’t always think with their big brain. His pride was hurt, and he was probably mad at himself for not telling you he didn’t want you to dance with anyone but him. Jordan’s right, he’s never pulled that he-man routine with any other woman. He cares about you an awful lot. Don’t make a big deal out of it and everyone will forget it. Well, maybe not Jaime,” she said with a chuckle, “but everyone else will just remember that you only dance with Dillon.”

“He does stuff like that quite a bit, though. Sometimes I feel like if I don’t stand up to him, he’s going to steamroll right over me,” Abby complained. “I grew up with a father like that, and every time Dillon pulls something like this, I’m back to being a fourteen-year-old girl being chewed out by my dad for not doing exactly what he told me to do. I swore to myself I wasn’t going to put up with that sort of behavior in a boyfriend.”

“Well, I can see where you might see a similarity, but I think you have to choose your battles when you’re in love with a Chisholm boy. Everyone at the Ranch has heard about your legendary verbal throw downs. You don’t seem to have a problem standing up to him while you’re working. Are you really mad that Dillon loves you enough that he only wants you to dance with him, or are you angry with the way he went about making the point? If you’re just mad about how he did it, you can talk about it later when you’re alone and you’ve both calmed down.”

Abby thought about it and realized that she probably shouldn’t have danced with anyone else. She was sleeping with Dillon and, now that she stopped to think about it, she was sure that Dillon expected it to be an exclusive arrangement. After all, he told her he loved her. Anyway, she didn’t want to date anybody else, so she probably shouldn’t have danced with any other man. “I guess I’m not mad that he doesn’t want me to dance with other men. I can understand that, I suppose.

“I’m mad about the way he drove his point home. He didn’t have to treat Jaime like that. Jaime has always been very sweet to me and has never done or said anything out of line. He didn’t deserve Dillon talking to him like that. After all, I agreed to dance with him. How was he supposed to know Dillon would react like that?”

“Don’t feel too sorry for any of the men that you danced with tonight, Abby. They all know you and Dillon are together. That kind of news moves quickly around a town the size of Deseo. Especially when it’s about a Chisholm. Besides, they see how Dillon looks at you and asked you to dance to see if they could get a reaction out of him. They wanted to see how important you are to him. Well, I guess they found out, didn’t they?” asked Samantha dryly.

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