Claiming Their Nanny: A Cowboy Ménage Romance (Montana Ménage Book 1)

by Lily Reynard

  Her glance dropped to the front of his trousers. Her arousal flared even hotter as she saw the long bulge there, evidence that she affected him as strongly as he affected her.

  Jim noticed her looking. "Abby, I want you," he growled, reaching for her. "I want you so badly that I'm gonna explode."

  "Jim," she breathed.

  Trembling with her own need, she reached for his hand and placed it over her breast. Enclosed within the armor of her corset, she couldn't actually feel much, but she hoped that she had communicated her intent.

  "Oh, sweetheart." Jim reached for the top button of her high-necked shirtwaist.

  The unexpected endearment made her heart melt. As did his expression, which combined tenderness and intense need.

  He had managed to unbutton her blouse halfway down, baring the top half of her corset, when Abby heard the sound of the front door closing downstairs.

  Dan!

  Jim cursed softly as Abby stepped away from him and hastily began buttoning up the lacy cream-colored fabric.

  Dan's heavy tread sounded on the stairs. Abby gasped and fumbled to do up her last few buttons.

  "Don't you dare laugh at me!" she whispered fiercely as she saw Jim's annoyance turn into amusement.

  "As my lady commands," Jim said.

  But his dark eyes were dancing with barely suppressed mirth. He was still standing too close to her for her comfort.

  She finished putting herself back in order moments before Dan appeared at the nursery door.

  He eyed them both narrowly.

  Abby found herself unable to look him in the eyes. Her cheeks were burning, and it felt as though Jim's kisses were branded on her lips, visible to all.

  Goodness knows, I can still feel them burning there!

  "Glad you're here," Jim told his brother, apparently unflustered. "Abby and me are gonna pack up a couple of sandwiches and go for a ride."

  Dan's brows rose in surprise. He glanced between the two of them. Abby braced herself for an outburst of jealous anger.

  To her surprise, he just nodded after exchanging a searching look with his brother.

  "Give me a minute to wash up and put on a clean shirt," he said, and Abby noticed that he smelled rather strongly of horse. "Then I'll keep an eye on Chris so that you can enjoy the sunset."

  "Thank you," she said, smiling at him, relieved that he didn't seem to mind Jim's invitation.

  Dan's tanned cheeks turned red under a day's worth of dark stubble. "Don't mention it."

  "I want to fetch my shawl," Abby told the two of them.

  Her emotions once again in turmoil, she hurried out of the nursery and headed for her room.

  How could she harbor such strong affections for two men at the same time? Why was it that she couldn't resist Jim's kisses, and yet she longed to kiss Dan again as well?

  If Emma is right, and they're both courting me, how will I possibly be able to choose between them?

  And more importantly, are either of them really going to want a wife who can never give them what any husband really wants?

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  Abby said yes! She wants me!

  Jim couldn't believe his luck. Because after kissing her, he wanted more. A lot more.

  And he was dead sure that she wanted it, too. Her response to his kisses in the nursery had told him as much.

  He led Castor over to a mounting block and helped Abby up onto the big horse's broad back.

  Once up, she perched in the saddle, her back ramrod-straight and her fingers clenched white on the saddle horn as Jim climbed into the saddle behind her. She hadn't been lying when she said she didn't know how to ride a horse.

  Mercifully, she had changed out of that silly bustle when they returned from town, and now wore a simple skirt that rode up to reveal trim ankles enclosed in lace-up boots. He appreciated her firm, rounded backside nestled up against his groin as he settled into place.

  He slipped his arms around Abby's waist, picked up the reins, and tapped Castor's sides with his heels.

  The big, placid draft horse began to walk.

  "Relax," Jim told the living statue in his arms. "I won't let you fall."

  He felt Abby release a long breath. After a moment, she leaned back against him.

  "Yeah, just like that."

  Jim enjoyed every minute of the ride. So did his cock.

  Abby's sweet curves rubbed against him with every jouncing step, and he quickly hardened again as Castor's long strides carried them away from the house. Jim only hoped that he wouldn't come undone before they reached the crest of the hill.

  Yielding to temptation, he lifted the heavy coil of braided golden hair and kissed the sweetly scented nape of her neck. She shivered in his arms, and he felt rather than heard her sigh of pleasure.

  He was almost sorry when Castor arrived at the top of the hill. It would be a long while before the midsummer sun sank behind the ridge on the other side of the valley. For now, he planned to enjoy his supper picnic in the long slanting golden rays of sunlight.

  Maybe, if he played his cards right, Abby wouldn't even notice the sunset.

  Jim kissed the side of her neck, enjoying the hitch in her breath, before he dismounted.

  At his urging, she slid fearlessly down into his arms and turned to pat Castor's neck.

  "Good horse."

  Castor regarded her calmly before lowering his head to grab a mouthful of grass.

  Jim pulled his rifle from the scabbard attached to Castor's saddle and slung it over his shoulder before he put a hobble on the big horse.

  Once his mount had been secured, he began to unpack the saddlebags.

  Along with a pair of lanterns to light the way home later on, he had brought a large woolen blanket, a stack of hastily made sandwiches wrapped in a clean napkin, a pint basket of fresh strawberries from the garden, and a cold stoneware bottle filled with milk.

  Abby unrolled the blanket and spread it on the thick carpet of lush grass, then sank down gracefully on it.

  Jim eagerly sat down next to her. He reached for her hand and raised it to his lips. He pressed his mouth to the inside of her wrist, where blue veins showed through pale skin. Her pulse jumped under his lips, and she inhaled sharply.

  He loved how she was so incredibly responsive to his touch. His cock hardened even further, aching with desire. He couldn't wait to see how she would react when he really began to play with her.

  Just the thought of her bared to the skin and panting beneath his lips and hands was enough to drive him crazy.

  She only fanned the flames inside him when she reached up with her free hand and gently stroked the line of his cheekbone.

  "Jim?" she asked, her eyes shyly downcast. "Would you mind—could you kiss me again? Please?"

  That please just about did him in.

  Kisses weren't enough, not anymore. They were a sweet appetizer, but they couldn't really satisfy hunger.

  And here they were, far away from the house and any untimely interruptions. He had sweet Abby all to himself, and she showed every sign of wanting to take this further.

  I want to make her scream my name.

  Chapter 13

  When she agreed to this outing with Jim, Abby knew that things were going to go further than a few kisses. She didn't care. She was so tired of trying to deny what she really wanted.

  But she couldn't resist Jim any more than she could resist Dan.

  Unlike Dan, whose touch had been tender, almost reverent, Jim's caresses were more urgent, rough with the need that burned through them both.

  Within moments of seating herself on the blanket, Abby found herself on her back. Jim resumed where they had left off in the nursery, deftly unbuttoning her shirtwaist while kissing and nipping at the bared skin of her throat, and lower, to her collarbones.

  I really should stop him, before this goes any further.

  But she didn't want to. She wanted to keep treading down this path with him and find out where it led. Based on the sensu
al delights that Dan had introduced her to a few days ago, she suspected that a sinfully delicious discovery lay ahead.

  Desire was an urgent, throbbing ache between her thighs. Abby decided that she wasn't going to stop. She was going to let him do whatever he wanted.

  Jim finished unbuttoning her blouse and pushed it off her shoulders.

  "I want to make you feel good, Abby," he said, his voice hoarse with need. "I'm crazy about you, and I want you to be mine. But don't worry. I won't do anything that could make you fall pregnant."

  His words had thrilled her…right up until the end. That brought her up short, reminding her that no matter how badly she might want it, she'd learned her lesson back home, with Arthur. She was not fit to be a wife.

  She parted her lips, ready to confess her deepest secret to him, but he took it as an invitation to kiss her again. His fingers skimmed the curves of her breasts above the top of her corset, the heat of his fingers soaking through the thin cotton of her chemise, and she lost the ability to think coherently.

  He began to unhook the front of her corset with a skill that hinted at experience in doing this.

  "How did you learn to do this? To make me…oh!" she gasped as he dipped his head and kissed the base of her throat.

  "Guess I just have the magic touch," he said, smiling up at her.

  His brown eyes were so dilated that they looked black in the fading light. He continued, "God, you're beautiful. I want to fuck you so badly."

  "Please," she gasped, unable to take offense at his crude language.

  But Jim shook his head. "I need to control myself a while longer. I have plans for you, Abby."

  "Do tell." She gasped as he lowered his head and kissed the tip of her right breast, arching in a silent plea for more.

  "I'd prefer to show you," he whispered.

  His hands pushed her chemise over her shoulders and pulled it down to bare her breasts.

  "They're even more beautiful than I dreamed," he said, skimming the curves with his roughened knuckles, sending jolts of pure electricity down her spine.

  Then he settled his hands firmly on her shoulders and began kissing his way over the soft curves of her breasts, lingering over the tips, teasing them to hard, aching points with his tongue. She squirmed and panted under his talented mouth.

  "I want to hear you," he said, just before his teeth closed gently over one hard, aching nipple.

  The intense sensation ripped a guttural cry from Abby's throat.

  "Yeah, like that," Jim whispered.

  She clutched at his shoulders and threw her head back, her body on fire for him.

  "I'm going to make you come," Jim told her in a low, growly voice, in between playful, nipping kisses that teased her breasts and made her want more. "I'm going to make you scream my name."

  She nodded frantically, so turned on now that her vulva felt hot and swollen and throbbing with a slow, insistent pulse.

  "Please," she begged. "Please."

  "Now, that's what I wanted to hear." Jim drew back long enough to grin down at her. The hunger in his expression matched the need burning through her. "Oh, hell yes. In fact, if you're willing, you could satisfy a particular fantasy I've had since the first time we met, Miss Abigail Rose.

  "And what's that?" It was difficult to speak when she was drowning in sweet, hot need for him.

  "I've been dreaming about seeing that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my cock."

  Her eyes widened. "My—mouth?" she asked in disbelief. "Down there?" She eyed the large bulge straining against the front of his trousers, and couldn't figure out how that might work…especially considering the size of his manhood.

  The memory of him, standing in the tub, naked as Adam, seared through her.

  "Perhaps I should demonstrate exactly how nice it can be," he drawled.

  "Oh yes. Please," she breathed.

  He grinned wickedly down at her. "Just the words I wanted to hear. Now lie back and let me show you."

  She obeyed, curious. Her entire body felt hot and swollen and aching with a slow, almost painful throb of arousal as she reclined on the blanket.

  Jim pushed her skirts up, his big, sinewy hands sliding up over her shoes to her bare knees.

  "Your skin's like velvet," he murmured as he gathered up her skirts. "Now raise your hips. I want you bare for this."

  She obeyed, and felt his deft fingers at the waist of her drawers, untying the drawstring before pulling them down her legs and dropping them on the blanket next to them.

  He knelt between her legs and gazed down at her with a hot, hungry expression. "You are so damned beautiful."

  Lying half-naked in a tangle of her garments, her breasts exposed to the evening breeze and tingling with his caresses, and her most private core bared shamelessly to the world, she thought, Arthur never made me feel like this.

  That thought was followed by another realization. I want to let Jim do whatever he wants to me, because I trust him not to hurt me.

  She had barely completed that thought when Jim hooked his hands under her knees and urged her thighs apart.

  He kissed his way over her exposed belly and continued his erotic tease by scooting backwards and kissing his way slowly from her knees to the inside of her thighs.

  Higher…higher…he was going agonizingly slow. She whimpered and raised her hips as impatience and desperate need consumed her.

  Finally, he reached the top of her thighs and blew lightly across her aching, sensitized folds.

  The contact felt like an electric shock against her clitoris.

  Abby started and heard herself made a noise somewhere between a cry and a whimper.

  From this angle, she saw that Jim was ready to have intercourse with her. More than ready, with a thick bulge straining against the front of his trousers.

  "Take me," she begged.

  "Well, now, we'll see about that," Jim said hoarsely. "But first, I want to taste you."

  "Oh, God," gasped Abby, involuntarily taking the Lord's name in vain.

  Jim inhaled deeply, his nose brushing her pudenda. She shivered. "I've been dreaming about doing this to you for days now."

  He had? Volcanic heat rushed through her.

  His strong hands on her thighs restrained her as she arched against the blanket and instinctively tried to grind herself against his mouth.

  Then she felt the tip of his tongue circle her eager clitoris in a slow swirling caress. Abby cried out from the intense bolt of sensation, and shook.

  "Yeah," Jim said with approval. "Let me hear you enjoy this, sweet Abby-girl."

  "Yes, please," she said, fervently, and he rewarded her with another slow, frustratingly gentle touch of his tongue. "Oh!"

  Then she lost the ability to speak or even think as Jim finally stopped teasing her and set to work with enthusiasm.

  She had never imagined that anything could be like this, wild and urgently ravenous.

  Jim plunged right in between her thighs, kissing, licking, sucking every secret part of her. He penetrated her enthusiastically with his tongue, teasing her with its thick, slippery length until the breath rasped in her throat, and sobbing whimpers escaped her.

  And the entire time, he looked like he was enjoying doing this to her almost as much as she was enjoying having it done.

  He brought her right up to the edge—then stopped right before she was swept over.

  Desperate for the sweet release she remembered so vividly, she made an inarticulate sound of protest and reached down to clutch at his hair.

  "Do you understand what I want now?" His voice was husky and very low.

  She nodded frantically.

  "Good," he said.

  To her intense disappointment, he rose to his knees. She whimpered with frustrated need.

  Jim smirked down at her. "Don't worry," he assured her, as his fingers worked the buttons on his trousers. "That was only an appetizer. Now it's your turn."

  A fresh wave of desire swept through her at his c
ommanding tone.

  "I promise I won't leave you high and dry." Jim's voice was low, fervent. "I just need to catch up with you, and then we'll come together."

  Abby licked her lips and eagerly grasped the hand he extended to her, rising to a sitting position.

  "I don't know how to do this," she confessed.