Must Be Doin' Somethin' Right [The Chisholms of Texas 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) (8 page)

Placing one last kiss on her slit, he slowly kissed his way back up her body, spending time bringing her nipples to pebbled hardness as he sucked and nipped at her breasts. Reluctantly leaving her gorgeous breasts, he took her mouth with his, alternating between sweet, quick kisses and slow, drugging kisses. His sure hands ran over her body, making her moan and sigh with delight. Slowly, he rolled her over to her stomach as one of his hands crept between her thighs, checking to make sure her pussy was drenched and ready for him.

“Head down, ass up.” He growled in her ear as he nipped it gently with his teeth. He pulled her onto her knees so that she was positioned the way he wanted her. “One day soon, I’ll take your sweet ass. But not today.” He moved up behind her and fisted his hard cock as he guided it to her weeping entrance.

Thrusting into her without further preliminaries, he fucked into her pussy hard and fast, his hands holding her hips tightly. He knew he would probably leave bruises on her soft skin, and part of him reveled in the knowledge. This gorgeous woman belonged to him, and he was taking what was his. He continued pummeling deep into her cunt, pulling her hips back against him with each thrust—going deeper with every drive. He could hear the soft grunts escaping from her mouth as his own louder grunts filled the air around them. He reached around her hip and fingered her clit, causing her orgasm to engulf her as she cried out his name. His own release was building quickly and he reached for it, thrusting once, twice, and a third time before he came in a blinding rush, his cock jetting stream after stream of cum deep into her waiting pussy.

Panting with exertion, Dillon pulled her body up so that her back was pressed to his chest. As his hands palmed her breasts, he bent down and bit her neck just where it met her shoulder. She shuddered in reaction but voiced no complaint to the marking. He continued to piston his hips, thrusting his semihard cock gently into her as she rested her back against his chest. Holding her up against him, he gently smoothed his hands up and down her torso.

Finally pulling out of her well-used pussy, he heard her moan as he helped her settle onto the bed. Dropping down beside her, he pulled her to him and tucked her in against his sweaty body where they lay for several minutes as they caught their breath. He nuzzled into her neck and gently kissed the bite mark he had made on her soft skin only minutes before. She snuggled deeper into his arms as he pulled a quilt from the end of the bed to cover them. He fell asleep to the sound of her deep, even breathing.

Sunday morning found them lazing in her bed while they read the paper out of Corpus Christi, the
Corpus Christi Caller-Times
. They took turns reading excerpts from different stories out loud to each other, laughing at the antics of some of the politicians and criminals. It was hard to tell the difference sometimes.

Dillon came back in the bedroom with two cups of fresh coffee and broached the subject of lunch at his parents’ house. He had missed it last week, but his mother gave him strict instructions to bring Abby to the family lunch this week or else.

“We probably should take a shower and get dressed pretty soon. Lunch at my folks’ is at 11:00 a.m. I’d like to get there a little early since I missed it last week,” he said casually.

“You go ahead and take a shower. I’ll take one later, after you leave. I need to get some laundry done today anyway,” she said a little guiltily. She hadn’t even thought about him missing lunch with his family last Sunday when they spent the day in bed.

“You’re invited to the dinner, too, baby. Mom made me promise to bring you along with me today,” he said carefully.

“Oh,” she said, nonplussed, as she met his steady gaze with one of her own. “Do y’all normally bring your girlfriends with you to Sunday lunch with your family?”

Dillon looked at her closely to determine if she was being difficult or really didn’t understand what he was asking her. He decided she really didn’t get it and decided not to get into a fight about her status right now and just get her to lunch any way he could. He would ask for forgiveness later. “Yeah, when we’re with someone steady, we usually bring them along with us. Besides, you’ve come to several Sunday lunches over the past two years.”

“Oh, okay. I’d love to have lunch with your family again. Your whole family was wonderful to me during my internship. Your mom invited me to meals at the big house a lot, not that I always came, but it was nice to be invited. What should I wear?” she asked innocently as she got out of bed and stretched her curvaceous body, taking him from semi-interested to rock hard in about three seconds.

“Jeans are okay, baby. We don’t get fancy at the family table.”

“Okay. You want to go first or should I?” she asked him as she rummaged in her drawers for fresh panties and a bra.

“Oh, you’re going to go first, baby. But I plan on being right there with you,” he said with a smile as he got out of bed naked. His cock was hard as a steel pole again. He couldn’t get enough of this woman.

“Oh, it’s going to be that kind of shower, is it?” she asked with a smile as she watched him stalk toward her.

“You bet, baby. Let’s go fuck in the shower. I need to be inside you again something fierce,” he said, still smiling.

They were half an hour late to his parents’ house for Sunday lunch.

* * * *

Shit!
Abby was going to kill Dillon. That asshole had tricked her! She was the only nonfamily member present at this
family
lunch. She knew for a fact that Jessie and Ryder were each dating someone regularly, and neither one of them brought their respective date with them. Come to think of it, she’d never seen one of the Chisholm kids bring a casual date with them for lunch on Sunday. With a little discreet questioning, she had found out the Chisholm siblings didn’t bring “dates” with them to Sunday lunch with the family. She couldn’t believe that Dillon would foist her on his family this way. What must they think of her? It’s like she crashed a wedding reception, for cripes’ sake. She didn’t belong here.

Everyone was being exceptionally nice to her. She wasn’t getting the skank eye from anyone. At least not so that she noticed. Jordan, Samantha, Taylor, and Jessie all made a concerted effort to include Abby in the conversations swirling around the dinner table. They made her feel welcome despite Dillon’s colossal breach of etiquette. Cassie Chisholm smiled broadly as she sat to the right of Alex Chisholm at the head of the table and listened to her family enjoy each other’s company and the delicious meal she had made.

Abby planned on giving that pushy man a piece of her mind as soon as they were alone. Unfortunately, she had ridden with him here on the Harley, so she couldn’t get home on her own. He had even talked her into bringing along a change of clothes so she could spend the night at his house. That plan was out the window, that was for sure.

The women adjourned to the family room after lunch while the men cleaned up and did the dishes. This practice had surprised Abby the first time she had accepted his mother’s invitation for a meal. Her own mother had done all the cooking and cleanup when she was a little girl, and Abby had helped when she had gotten old enough. It had seemed only natural for her to take over the cleanup duties after her mother had died. Her father would go into the living room with a beer, or several, and watch sports while she cleaned up after the meal and put things away. Eventually, Abby had taken over the cooking duties as well.

Cassie offered Abby a tour of the house and she gladly accepted. Despite having been to the big house for a meal several times, Abby had never gotten a tour of the family home. Smiling mischievously, Cassie asked, “Do you want to see Dillon’s old room? It’s got some embarrassing baby pictures of him on the walls. I figure he owes you for not cluing you in to what it means for one of my children to bring a boyfriend or girlfriend to a family lunch.”

“I am
so
sorry, Mrs. Chisholm,” Abby began to apologize for being there.

“I know I’ve told you before, Abby. Call me Cassie. You have no need to be sorry. What are you sorry about anyway? That my son loves you and wanted to share you with his family?” she asked with an arched brow. “Dillon’s been waiting a long time for you. He’s been ready to settle down for a while now. Sown all his wild oats, as it were. I’m glad he’s found you. I’ve enjoyed getting to know you over the past couple of years.

“I don’t understand. I thought from what I heard at the table that your children didn’t bring girlfriends or boyfriends to Sunday lunch. And how do you know Dillon loves me? It’s a little too soon for that,” said Abby.

“Oh, honey. You are in some kind of denial, aren’t you? My Dillon would never have brought you here if he wasn’t in love with you. He’s never brought another woman to this house to meet me and his father. What’s the matter? Hasn’t he told you that he loves you yet?” Cassie asked very matter-of-factly.

“Well,” Abby started, as she intended to be completely honest with Dillon’s mother. “I guess he has told me he loves me, but I thought it was just…” She trailed off, not wanting Cassie to know that Dillon had only told her he loved her while they were in bed together or on the way to getting there.

“Pillow talk?” finished Cassie impudently. “Oh, don’t worry, honey. I know my boys aren’t monks. I know women find them nearly impossible to resist. They take after their father in that way.” Cassie chuckled when Abby turned beet red.

“Well, I’m pretty sure my son wouldn’t tell a woman he loved her, no matter what the circumstances, unless he really did. I guess the question is, how do you feel about my son?” Cassie asked gently.

“We’ve only been a couple for a little over a week, Mrs. Chisholm. I think it’s a little soon for me to know how I feel about your son.” Abby desperately tried to deflect the volatile question.

“Oh, fiddlesticks,” said Cassie. “You’ve known each other more than two years. I knew I loved Dillon’s father a week after I saw him for the first time. I’ve seen the way you and Dillon can’t keep your eyes off each other for more than a few seconds when you’re in the same room. Look into your heart, honey, and tell me you don’t love my son,” she challenged Abby softly.

At Abby’s thoughtful silence, she said, “Don’t get me wrong. I know it won’t be easy loving him. He’s pure alpha male and likes to be the one to dictate how things are going to go. All my sons are like that, to some extent, but Dillon got an extra helping of it. He’s always been like that. Doesn’t fall in love easy, but when he falls, it’s forever. A man like that…it takes a strong woman to love a man like that, but it’s worth the effort. Believe me.”

“Now, the men should be joining us shortly. Why don’t we head back to the family room? Dillon will be anxious if you’re not there when he and the rest of the men get done cleaning up. Oh, and by the way, I’ll be expecting you for lunch every Sunday from now on, ya hear? Only good excuse is hospitalization,” she said, laughing at her own joke.

No sooner had Abby and Cassie returned to the family room than the men arrived, talking and laughing. Abby saw Dillon’s eyes quickly scan the room before they landed on her where she sat on the love seat. He made a beeline for her and crowded in to sit next to her, putting his arm around her and pulling her back to recline slightly on the seat. She absently noted that the married Chisholms took their respective spots next to their brides and did the same.

“Miss me?” asked Dillon softly with a teasing smile.

“I found out a few things that I think we need to talk about when we’re alone,” she said quietly so only he could hear.

“Oh, what’s that?” he asked warily.

“We’ll talk about it when we’re alone. I don’t want to discuss it in front of your family,” she whispered.

“Okay, baby,” he said as he nuzzled her neck. “You’re the boss. For now.”

The family visited for another hour and then Ryder headed out to make sure Chaps & Spurs got opened on time. He and Ryan had given several of the bartenders at the club some additional duties, in addition to an increase in pay, and had recently started having one of them open on Sundays. Ryder was checking to make sure things ran smoothly. Next, Jordan, Xander, and baby A.J. headed out. A.J.’s full name was Alexander James Chisholm and the family had originally started calling him Lex. However, Jordan had decided to buck tradition and started calling him A.J. to give the baby a separate identity from all the Alexanders before him in the Chisholm family. Soon, there was a mass exodus as the remaining brothers and sisters headed to their own homes.

Dillon made sure Abby had fastened her helmet before they roared off on the Harley, heading to his place, which was only a couple of miles up the gravel road. Abby knew that the house Dillon lived in now was originally built to house the resident veterinarian, and Dillon had lived there since the previous vet had retired several years ago. Dillon, like the rest of the Chisholm children, had been given fifty acres on the Ranch to build his dream house but hadn’t yet decided to build. Levi and Ryan hadn’t built their houses until after they had met their future wives. Abby figured Dillon would do the same.

When they got to Dillon’s house, he pulled her inside onto the black leather couch with him. Settling her next to him, he bent down and nuzzled her neck as he played with the top button of her shirt. Feeling it slide free, Abby knew she better talk fast if she wanted to have a conversation with Dillon before he took her to bed.

“Why didn’t you tell me the significance of asking me to Sunday lunch with your family?” she asked quietly as she stood up and moved away from him.

“Oh, they told you, huh?” he answered her question with a question. At her look, he smiled and stood up as well. “I didn’t want to argue with you. You would have balked at going with me to lunch at my parents’ and I wanted you there. I figured it would be easier to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission,” he said honestly.

“Why did you want me there, Dillon? Why was it so important to you?” she asked, wanting another honest answer from him.