by Lily Reynard
"Well, I love teaching," he said, his tone teasing. His tone gained intensity. "I can't wait until your mouth is filled with my cock, Abby.
His words sent a jolt through her as he guided her to a kneeling position. He stopped her when she tried to pull her chemise back up.
"Leave it," he ordered. "I want to look at those sweet breasts of yours while you're on your knees for me."
He rose to his feet and quickly finished undressing.
His penis was thick and flushed. It stood at rigid attention from the nest of dark hair at his groin. Abby eyed it with a mixture of hunger and apprehension.
Frustrated and aroused as she was right now, she was eager to pleasure him like he'd pleasured her, and perhaps even reduce him to the same desperate state that she was currently in.
She remembered how Dan had instructed her in using her hand to satisfy him.
Jim groaned softly as she reached out and timidly took his hard, hot length in her hand, gently stroking it from root to tip.
"Your mouth," he ordered harshly, when she repeated the caress.
Abby leaned forward and cautiously closed her lips around the broad, smooth tip.
"That's good," Jim encouraged her. "Now, use your tongue. Don't be shy. If you can't get it all in your mouth, the very end is the most sensitive. Remember how I did it to you?"
She did remember, and the renewed throb of desire between her thighs spurred her to swirl her tongue enthusiastically around his tip.
She tasted salt. He shuddered at the caress, and she heard his breath catch.
"More," he groaned. "Don't be gentle, Abby. I need it hard and fast. Use your hand if you need to."
Encouraged, she took as much of him into her mouth as she could, wrapping her fingers around his hard shaft.
Remembering the delights that his skilled mouth had worked on her, she experimented with lips and tongue and suction. She was rewarded by a long groan and the sensation of Jim's hands sliding into her hair, pulling her closer.
She slid her free hand between his legs and cupped the soft, heavy weight of his scrotum.
"Oh God, yes," Jim's voice rumbled above her.
Emboldened, Abby delicately squeezed and lifted the heavy sac resting in her palm.
Jim swayed and his breathing became ragged.
Abby felt the aching throb of desire between her thighs strengthen as she continued pleasuring Jim as best she could, sliding him in and out of her mouth, using her tongue to caress him with bold strokes.
It's odd how doing this for him feels so good. Is this what he felt earlier, when he was using his mouth on me?
His muscled stomach quivered and his thigh muscles strained, and she sensed that he was approaching the brink.
"Stop!" Jim's sharp command came as a surprise. He gripped her head and pushed her away.
"Did I do something wrong?" Abby stared up at him, bewildered.
Based on his reactions, she thought things had been going well. His penis looked even more engorged than before, glistening and deeply flushed, swollen veins throbbing along its length.
Jim shook his head. "You did great, Abby. Better than I ever hoped," he assured her, his breathing ragged and his tanned cheeks flushed. "It's just that I want us to finish together."
"Oh," Abby breathed.
"Are you ready?" She nodded and he urged her down to the blanket before moving over her, all warm, tanned skin and taut muscle.
She stiffened as his weight came down on her, pushing her down into the blanket and the springy grass beneath. His warm chest made contact with her exposed breasts, and lower down, his rigid penis prodded her thigh.
He's not Arthur. This won't end the same way, she told herself, torn between her need for him and the sudden sick churn of memory.
But she couldn't stop herself from going rigid with nerves beneath him.
"Don't worry," Jim breathed, misunderstanding her reaction. He pushed himself up until only their hips pressed together. "I won't do anything that could get you pregnant."
Pregnant. Touched by his concern, she parted her lips, intending to tell him the truth.
But he moved his hips until the blunt head of his cock pressed against her swollen, aching entrance, and all rational thought vanished. Only desperate need remained.
She reached up and cradled his face between her hands and kissed him with all the hunger of her unsatisfied desire.
"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he said when their lips parted. His voice was gravelly with desire. "Let me take you to heaven."
Then he moved against her with one powerful thrust. His thick shaft slipped between her aching folds, caressing her with its length.
"Oh. My. God," she gasped, arching beneath him.
"You like that?" he asked smugly.
To her astonishment, he didn't try to push his way inside her. Even though she was now more than ready and would have welcomed the invasion. Instead, he began to move against her in a sliding caress.
His mouth came down on hers in a hot, urgent kiss, muffling her moans as he continued to grind his penis against her with a delicious friction, angling his thrusts so that the length of his cock rubbed against her clitoris and the folds of her vulva with every long movement.
Abby returned his kiss with desperate hunger. She instinctively closed her legs and began to raise her hips in counterpoint, shamelessly riding the rapidly pistoning length that she now clenched at the apex of her thighs. A powerful force began to gather inside her belly like a rising wave.
Then the wave surged and broke with crashing pleasure that sent bright golden sparks dancing across her field of vision. All of her womanly parts pulsed with her climax, and she ached to feel his long, hard shaft caressing her inside and out now.
She moaned, clinging to Jim as his thrusts sped up as he continued to pleasure her.
"Yeah," he panted, a fine beading of sweat gleaming on his cheeks and forehead. "Just like that, sweetheart. Make some noise for me."
Abby obliged, and heard herself make soft moans and whimpers. Her climax seemed to go on and on, the waves of sensation battering her like storm waves.
Jim bent his head and took her right breast into his mouth. He sucked, hard. His teeth closed around her nipple, and she convulsed with the strange, pleasurable pain.
Jim groaned, the sound vibrating through her chest, as his thrusts faltered and lost their rhythm.
He exploded in a hot rush of seed against her thighs, every muscle in his body tensed as he came. Abby wrapped her arms around him and held him to her breast as he shook and swore with his own climax.
He collapsed on top of her, but immediately rolled to one side and spooned her in his arms. She lay cradled against his hard chest for a long time as their breathing slowed and the last ripples of her climax slowly subsided.
"Damn, Abby," Jim breathed at last. "You are amazing."
She laughed softly, filled with the same golden glow of satisfaction that she remembered from her earlier encounter with his brother. "I could say the same thing about you. I've never—"
Despite her best and most sincere intentions, she'd allowed not one but both of her employers to take scandalous liberties with her.
But she couldn't summon up either guilt or shame. Just confusion that being intimate with Dan had felt so right…and so had this encounter with Jim.
"I figured as much," Jim said, and Abby could hear the satisfaction in his voice.
Should I tell him about Arthur? And the other thing?
Emma had encouraged her to consider being courted by the too-handsome-for-their-own-good brothers, but Abby was certain that her new friend hadn't envisioned Abby lying half-naked in Jim's arms, her thighs sticky with his seed and her breasts tender and covered with the marks of his sensual ravaging.
I am in so much trouble, Abby thought. And all I want is to do this again with Jim. And with Dan too. What's wrong with me?
How can I feel this way about two men at the same time? And w
orse yet, why am I letting both of them take intimate liberties with me?
Close upon the heels of that thought came a worse one. What if Jim tells everyone that I'm a fast woman, not respectable at all? What if he finds out what happened with his brother? Will they both decide to fire me as morally unfit to raise their nephew?
"You're damned beautiful and you're great with kids," Jim continued. "You could make someone a great wife."
She stiffened. Too soon! Panic began to drive away the golden glow.
"Someone like me," Jim said, his arms tightening around her. "Abby, you need to know that I wasn't just toying with you. I want—"
"No!" She pushed against his hold.
He released her, and she caught a glimpse of his startled expression as she scrambled to her feet, frantically pushing down her skirts and pulling her chemise back into place.
"Abby, my intentions are honorable." Now he sounded hurt…and bewildered.
"No," she repeated, pushing down her need to babble out an explanation. She knew her tone sounded harsh. Her eyes stung. "This—this was a mistake. I can't—" She caught herself. "I didn't come to Montana looking for a husband. I came here to work. To take care of Christopher."
"Abby," Jim said again. "I'm sorry if I moved too fast. But I thought you liked it."
"I did." She sighed. "And that's the problem. I liked it too much. It's a weakness. And it can't happen again."
She couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes as she bent to retrieve her corset, shirtwaist, and drawers.
"Do you have something against getting married?" Jim asked, as she fumbled her way through putting her clothes back on.
He hadn't moved from his place on the blanket, where he lounged, magnificently bare.
"I—I can't tell you about it." She finally forced herself to meet his eyes. "I'm sorry."
Instead of the anger or disappointment she expected, she saw only concern.
He rose with lithe ease and padded towards her, apparently unconcerned with his nudity.
Before she could evade him, he took her in his arms. Despite knowing it was a bad idea, it felt so right. She relaxed against him with a deep sigh.
How can I explain this? How do I tell him that not only am I not the virgin he thinks me, I can never give him what any man wants from his wife…healthy children?
"Abby." Jim's voice was low, soothing. His warm breath ruffled her hair as her cheek rested against the warm, smooth skin of his chest, where his heart beat in a comforting rhythm. "Talk to me. Please."
Chapter 14
It was Jim's "please" that undid her.
"I promise that whatever you tell me, I won't hold it against you," he continued, his voice low and warm. "You can trust me, Abby. I swear I'll do right by you."
She took a deep breath. "I'm scared, Jim."
He tensed. "You got nothing to fear—" he began.
"Oh, it's not you," she hastened to explain. "It's about why I decided to leave Philadelphia. I'm scared because of what happened to me the last time I trusted a man with my heart and my affections."
He drew her close. "He sounds like a damned fool if he threw you over."
Jim's words were like balm on her wounded soul. She pillowed her head on his chest, listening to the steady, comforting beat of his heart, and tried to find a place to begin.
He waited patiently, one big hand gently stroking her back. The warmth of his touch penetrated her chemise.
"At first, it was magical," she said, finally. "I mean, my parents are very respectable and fairly well-to-do, but Arthur…Arthur was like someone out of a fairy tale. He was so handsome, and charming, and the heir to one of the biggest steel mills in the state. He was as wealthy as a prince and he wanted me as his bride."
"Why do you sound so surprised at that?" Jim asked. "I mean, I took one look at you and decided you were a princess. And that I wanted you for my own."
Abby lifted her head from his chest and kissed him softly. "I don't deserve you, but thank you."
When he began to protest, she laid a finger across his lips. "You haven't heard the rest of the story."
She didn't want to tell him. Didn't want to relive the shame and humiliation of it all. But if Jim was serious about his intentions toward her, he deserved to know her ugly secret.
"I fell head over heels in love with him, and when he asked me to marry him, I was giddy with joy. Arthur was going to be my happily-ever-after, just like in all those novels I liked to read."
She sighed deeply. I was such a fool. A naïve, trusting fool.
"I'm already thinking that whatever you're going tell me next, it's going to make me want to punch Arthur in the face," growled Jim.
Abby swallowed hard. The next part of her story was going to be the most difficult to tell Jim.
She gathered her courage and plowed on grimly. "On the night of our engagement party, he took my maidenhead. He told me that he was entitled to my favors now that we were engaged to be married."
She braced herself for Jim's reaction to finding out that she had lost her virtue.
"He seduced you, then threw you over?" Jim snarled. "Now I want to do more than punch that son of a bitch. I intend to put a load of buckshot into his fancy ass if I ever run into him! Begging your pardon for my language," he added belatedly.
Abby stared at him in astonishment. "You're not upset that I slept with him? That I'm no longer pure?"
Jim shook his head. "I don't give a good goddamn about so-called 'purity,' pardon my French. I have to tell you, I'm anything but pure myself, so I can't take offense." He gave her a lopsided grin. "Besides, I already figured that I'm better at kissing—and everything else—than he was."
An unexpected giggle bubbled up out of Abby's throat. "Yes. You most definitely are. I didn't have any basis for comparison at the time, but Arthur never made me feel like you do."
"Figured as much," Jim said with justified smugness. Then his expression darkened again. "So what happened? Why did he break it off?"
Abby shook her head. "I'm not sure."
It was a half-truth.
After he'd had his way with her, Arthur had immediately started talking about how he hoped to have a large family with her. That was when she had confessed that she could never bear children.
Arthur had been upset by the news. Very upset.
She considered telling Jim the whole truth, but the words choked in her throat.
He doesn't need to know that part. Just that you're not a virgin, so that he won't be courting you under false pretenses.
"And so, I was ruined. And everyone made assumptions about why Arthur had broken off our engagement. It was…horrible. That's when I saw your advertisement in the newspaper. I thought that accepting a position out here in the Montana Territory might be a way to escape my unbearable circumstances and to allow me to support myself without the need for a husband."
She waited anxiously for his reaction. At least he still held her in his arms instead of recoiling in disgust.
"Well, that explains a lot," Jim said after a long, thoughtful pause.
"I'm really sorry that I lied on my application. But I was desperate for the position."
Jim nodded. "And I can see how I might have spooked you by moving so fast." He chuckled wryly. "I was worried that if I held back, some other man might swoop in and win your heart."
Abby ran her hand over his bare, muscled chest. "And I was afraid that you'd decide I was a fallen woman and that you wouldn't want your precious little nephew around someone with dubious morals."
Jim snorted. "I'd be a hypocrite if I blamed you for wanting the same thing I did, Abby."
She looked up at him with renewed hope.
"Maybe most folks consider honest desire to be something dirty, but I never have," Jim continued. "Dan and I would never fire you as long as you're honest, and you keep treating Chris with the same loving kindness." He kissed her, slow and deep. When the kiss ended, he added, "Maybe you've only been here a short while, but
you've already become part of our little family. I can't imagine life on the ranch without you."
"Thank you," Abby breathed.
"And I want you to know that I'm serious about courting you, but I'm willing to wait until you're ready." His mouth twisted wryly. "Even though the waiting will just about kill me."
"You…still want to court me?" Abby stared at him in shock before confessing, "I can't resist you, Jim. I don't understand it, but all of my good intentions melt away like spun sugar whenever you touch me."
