Must Be Doin' Somethin' Right [The Chisholms of Texas 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) (16 page)

Xander, his parents, and Rio knew what was going on, but he’d have to let Ryan, Ryder, and Levi know the reasons for the move soon.

“Man, I thought the woman was going to see the light and dump your ass so she could be with me. I’m not going to get anywhere with her if she’s moved in with you,” Ryder joked.

“Wouldn’t have happened anyway, bro. She’s mine. Anyway, aren’t you still seeing Christy?”

“Yes, but I don’t know for how much longer. She wants more than just dating and fucking,” admitted Ryder.

“And you aren’t ready for that?” asked Levi.

“Problem is, I think I am. I just don’t think she’s the one. Something’s missing with her, and I don’t know what it is. We don’t really have that much in common. We don’t really talk. You know what I mean? We don’t get into the deep shit with each other. Hell, I’m not explaining it right,” Ryder finished, looking frustrated.

“I get ya,” said Levi.

“Me, too,” added Xander.

“Me, three,” said Ryan and Dillon at the same time.

“Knowing it’s the right woman is hard to describe, Ryder, but trust me, you’ll know her when you see her.”

“Yeah, I should really cut Christy loose. It’s not fair to her when I know she’s not the one,” sighed Ryder. “The sex is great, though.”

“So tell Christy how you feel and see if she wants to continue to be fuck buddies. If she just wants to have fun, she’d probably be amenable,” offered Ryan.

“Not to change the subject or anything but do you need help moving the rest of Abby’s things to your house?” asked Xander, bringing the subject back to Abby’s move into Dillon’s house. “I’m sure a couple of us have some time tomorrow to help.” There were murmurs and nods of agreement to this statement.

“Thanks, guys. She doesn’t really have that much stuff. You know the apartment came furnished, so there’s no furniture to move. I should be able to get the rest in the back of the truck. It’ll probably only take one trip.” Dillon appreciated the offers of help and knew they were genuine. He could always count on his brothers when the chips were down.

“What about you, Rio? I’ve seen you sniffing around Jessie. Anything you want to tell us?” asked Dillon.

Rio looked stunned and a bit uncomfortable. “Jessie thinks she wants to date me. She doesn’t understand that I still see her as my best friends’ little sister. Besides, I’m not ready to settle down. It’s best we stay just friends.”

Knowing how hardheaded his sister was, Dillon grinned. “Yeah. Good luck with that, amigo. Tell me how that turns out.” The rest of the men, knowing Jessie’s stubbornness, looked like they didn’t hold out much hope for their friend in keeping his relationship with Jessie strictly friendly. Rio just stood there in between shots, looking impassive.

The men continued playing pool until it was almost 9:00 p.m. Ryder left to check on the bartenders while Levi, Xander, Ryan, and Dillon went downstairs to dance with their ladies. As Dillon headed over to the ladies’ table, he noticed Jaime Hernandez, along with some other men, hanging around Abby. She and Emily were talking to the four men who were evidently trying to coax the ladies into dancing with them.

“Come on, Abby. Dance with me. You used to dance with me all the time. Does Dillon have you on a leash or something?” Hernandez had been the patsy Dillon had used to stake his claim on Abby several months ago. Evidently, he needed some more schooling, and hearing the conversation now, Dillon was in the mood to call the class to order.

* * * *

Abby was having a good time catching up with the rest of the women while Dillon played pool with his brothers. She told Samantha that she was moving out of the apartment over Bach Florists and offered to pay a penalty for doing so. After learning of the circumstances surrounding the move, and that Abby was moving in with Dillon, Samantha refused to accept any sort of penalty but wanted to know all about the stalker. Abby told the ladies at the table everything that was going on and her current living arrangements. The women commiserated with Abby’s underlying fear and offered whatever assistance they could give her.

Abby was on her second beer when several men came to the table to talk and flirt with the single ladies. Abby no longer considered herself one of the single ladies, so she kept talking with the Chisholm women while the rest of the ladies at the table talked to the single men. Jaime Hernandez was one of the men that came over to talk. Jaime was a good-looking man, and she had danced and flirted with him several times before Dillon had made his intentions clear.

Abby considered Jaime a friend, so when he tried to include her in a conversation with Emily, she let herself be drawn in. She knew almost immediately it had been a mistake. Once Abby joined in the conversation, Jaime basically ignored Emily and centered his attention on Abby. Finally, Emily excused herself and Abby found herself in conversation with Jaime. In the guise of catching up with a friend he hadn’t seen or talked to in a while, Jaime began questioning her about her relationship with Dillon and the rest of the Chisholms. He didn’t say anything overtly negative, but Abby got the feeling that he didn’t approve of her relationship with Dillon. She grew uncomfortable talking to him and was grateful when a muscled arm wound around her waist and pulled her back into a hard, muscled body.

“Hey, roomie. Want to dance with me?” Abby saw Jaime start at Dillon’s greeting. She thought she saw anger blaze in his eyes for a moment but when she looked back at him, his eyes were friendly once again.

“Is it nine already? That was fast. Did you have a good time with your brothers?” Abby was surprised by the time. She hadn’t realized she had been talking to Jaime quite so long.

“Yeah, we got all caught up. Rio came tonight, too. Hey, Hernandez. Haven’t seen you around for a while.” Dillon looked like he wanted to say more, but Abby elbowed him in the stomach and he stayed silent. His greeting to Jaime had definitely not been friendly.

“Yeah. I better get back to my friends. Nice to talk to you tonight, Abby. See you again soon. Chisholm.” Jaime quickly beat a hasty retreat, heading to a table with about five more hands from the Ranch.

“What was that all about?” asked Abby.

“Just marking my territory, babe. Evidently, Hernandez still hasn’t gotten the message.”

“He’s just a friend, Dillon. He was nice to me when I was new to town and didn’t know anybody. He taught me how to two-step.”

“Yeah, I’m sure he’s a prince. Poor, lonesome cowboy just talking up a pretty girl. Don’t kid yourself, baby. He wanted you for himself. Still does, from the looks of it.”

“Well, he’s gone now. Didn’t you promise me a dance?”

“I requested our song, baby. It should be up next. Let’s get on the floor.” They made their way onto the dance floor just as “Must Be Doin’ Somethin’ Right” by Billy Currington started playing over the sound system. Abby loved the video to this song. It was so sensual that when Dillon invariably pulled her body close to his, her body reacted viscerally, her nipples beading and her pussy creaming. Going into his arms, Abby felt the answering response from his body straining against her stomach as they pressed their bodies close together, Dillon singing softly in her ear.

* * * *

As Dillon held Abby on the dance floor, he thought back to his encounter with Jaime Hernandez. On the surface, the man seemed just like the image he was trying to portray. Underneath, however, Dillon sensed a lot of enmity from the other man when Dillon had come upon them and interrupted his private conversation with Abby. Hernandez had tried to cover it up, but it was obvious he didn’t like the fact that Abby was now living out at the Ranch with Dillon.

He wondered just what else the younger ranch hand didn’t like about his relationship with Abby. He wondered how far Hernandez would go in his pursuit of Abby. For instance, would he leave a wild rose for a woman as a token of his affection? Would he break into a restricted area in order to leave it for her? Would he call her and then not talk when she answered the phone? Maybe it hadn’t been meant in a menacing way. Maybe the secret admirer was just that shy. Would he call anonymously to the woman of his affection to see if she liked his gift? Maybe, maybe not. It was worth checking out. He looked around the club to see if Rio was still here. Seeing no sign of his friend, he made a mental note to call him in the morning to have him check out Jaime Hernandez.

Not wanting Abby to pick up on his preoccupation with Hernandez, Dillon turned his thoughts to holding his woman close, knowing that they would go home and make love, wake up in the morning, and start all over again. It was good to be him.

* * * *

“Want to take a shower?” Dillon stood behind her with one arm banded around her waist as she brushed her teeth.

“Isn’t that how we started this night?” she teased.

“I want you. Now.” Possessiveness was riding him hard tonight. They hadn’t heard anything from Abby’s secret admirer for a while and Dillon was getting antsy. He needed to make Abby his in the most basic and elemental way possible. He needed to drive his cock into her pussy over and over again until they were both spent and couldn’t move.

“What do you want me to do?”

Hell, he loved it when she asked so sweetly. “Take off this nightgown. Get on the bed. Lay on your stomach. Spread your legs.” His voice was husky with passion.

Abby rinsed her mouth and the toothbrush, putting the toothbrush on the edge of the sink. As she started walking toward the bed, she pulled her baby-doll nightie up and over her head, letting it fall from her fingertips. She lifted one knee and crawled onto the mattress and lay facedown, spreading her legs.

Dillon approached the bed and gathered the pillows to him. Climbing onto the bed with her, he set the pillows down beside her and smoothed his hands over her luscious ass. “Lift your ass in the air. Up on your knees. Keep your legs spread.”

Abby brought her knees up beneath her, keeping her legs spread, and raised her ass off the mattress for him. He slid the piled pillows underneath her abdomen so they acted as a cushion she could rest on. He heard her sigh tremulously. She knew what was coming. Her head was laying on her crossed arms which rested on the mattress.

She was wide open to him this way and he could use his hands, his mouth, or his cock on her. He wanted to take her hard and fast, but he needed to know that her sweet pussy was ready for him. Placing one hand on her back, he trailed his fingers through the short curls protecting her sex. She was damp but he wanted her wetter before he pounded his rock-hard cock into her. He stroked a finger through her folds, ramping up her desire as he let his finger rub across her clit with each pass. She began to moan and shiver with each pass his finger made over her sensitive clit. One touch. Then another, and he could see her climax wash over her as her entire body flushed and shivered in response.

Stroking her drenched pussy again, he knew she was ready to be rode hard. Fisting his engorged shaft, he brought it to her opening and plunged into her to the hilt, his balls slapping against her clit. He held on tightly to her hips as he fucked full tilt into her sweet cunt. There would be bruises tomorrow. Another mark of ownership. Abby had told him that she liked it when she bore his mark.

Pounding into her, he pulled nearly all the way out and then pounded into her again. The bed was shaking and Abby was moaning for him to take her harder. Increasing his pace, he felt her orgasm wash over her body as her inner muscles clenched on his pistoning cock. Another thrust. Then another, and his cum jetted deep into her welcoming pussy. He continued to grind against her until his balls were empty and his cock was sated. Pulling out of her slowly, he pulled her back against his body so that her back was pressed to his chest. He fondled her nipples as he kissed her neck. Moving his hands down her body, he reached for the pillows that had been supporting her body and threw them to the head of the bed. His body followed hers down to the mattress as he nestled his body against hers, spooning her. He reached down with one long arm and pulled the covers over their cooling bodies.

“That was amazing, baby. You’re perfect for me.”

“Shit, Dillon. That was fucktastic. Whatever’s gotten into you tonight, I like it. We need to do it that way more often.” She sounded like she was half-asleep and she was slurring her words. She was asleep almost before she stopped talking.

“We will, baby. We will.” Dillon pulled her even closer and, with one breast cradled in his hand, he drifted off to sleep right behind her.

* * * *

Saturday morning dawned crisp and clear. A perfect day for moving. Abby had awakened to Dillon’s hardened shaft moving gently in and out of her fully aroused body. She often woke to find Dillon fucking her. He was insatiable and liked to start his morning with his cock deep in her pussy. How he managed to arouse her body so much while she was still asleep was a mystery to her, but she loved every second of it. She let herself be swept away into a sweet, tender orgasm as he moved gently over her.

After a quick shower and breakfast, they loaded up the back of his truck with empty boxes and headed into town. She didn’t really have much to move. She had bed linens, towels, and some kitchen items she had bought after she had moved in. The rest were all personal items such as clothing, pictures, a television, stereo, and the like.

They laughed and talked all the way into Deseo. Dillon had been talking about wanting to start building a house on the fifty acres given to him by his parents. Each of the siblings had been given fifty acres of prime land along with enough money to build their dream houses on the Ranch. Dillon had picked a parcel that backed up to the creek and had a small wooded area. It was a couple of miles away from any of his siblings or other buildings on the Ranch. It would be about a ten-minute drive into the clinic offices from the house.

He asked Abby to help him pick out the house plans and the materials to make it. He also put her in charge of decorating the house.

“I want it to be our house, right from the beginning. I wouldn’t be building it if it weren’t for you being in my life.” Dillon looked at her earnestly as he pled his case.