The Cowboy Wins a Bride (The Cowboys of Chance Creek)

by Seton, Cora

Jamie liked women, no doubt about that. Was he a flirt?

  Yes, definitely.

  Was he a two-timer?

  Maybe not.

  Did Jamie truly want to be with her? Was he husband material?

  She narrowed her eyes as Morgan reached over and put her hand on Jamie's arm. Talking as if no one else was around. What the hell did those two find to connect over? Why couldn't he take his gaze off of her?

  She decided she needed to find out.

  * * * * *

  As the trail narrowed, Jamie let Ethan move ahead of him.

  "Claire's coming," Ethan said in a low voice as he passed.

  Jamie turned to look over his shoulder. Yep, here she came. Probably ready to blast him for fraternizing with the enemy.

  "Hi, Claire," Morgan called out.

  He hoped Claire would at least nod at her half-sister, but she didn't. She didn't say a word.

  "What's up?" Jamie asked her as Morgan fell behind them.

  "Just decided to check in. Getting a little sick of eating dust."

  "Want me to take the rear for a while?"

  "You in a big hurry to get away from me?"

  He looked up at her sharp tone. Heck, was Claire a little jealous of the attention he'd been giving to her sister? Morgan was nice, and pretty, but she wasn't Claire – not by a long shot. "Nah, I can stand you for a little while."

  He just caught her distress as she turned away. Shit. Usually she could take anything he had to dish out and give it back twice as bad. "Hey, I'm joking. You know I'd spend every minute with you if I could. You're the one keeping us apart, honey."

  "I just got dirt in my eye." She straightened her shoulders as if bracing herself to perform an unpleasant duty. "Sorry for yelling last night. I was upset."

  "I can see why."

  "You don't seem to have any problem talking to her."

  He glanced over his shoulder to make sure Morgan couldn't hear them. "Why should I? She's not my kin."

  "What did she have to say?"

  "That she took a week off of her job to come see what happened to her mother. That she still can't believe she's gone, but she'd known something awful must have happened since she never came back. That really she's been mourning her for months."

  "She seems pretty cheerful for someone who's in mourning."

  He stifled the urge to call Claire on the cattiness of that remark. "I'd say seems about covers it. I think she's pretty shaken up. She's trying not to spoil everyone else's day."

  Like you are, he left unspoken.

  Claire pressed her lips together in a thin line. "I don't want to hear how broken up she is."

  "Then we'll talk about something else," Jamie said easily. "Did you know that she works at a winery in Victoria? She helps manage it – oversees the grapes growing and the distillery. She wants a vineyard of her own someday."

  "Hmmm."

  "If you weren't so busy trying to hate her, I think you'd like her," he said. "Maybe you should ask her to stay at the ranch for another week. Get to know her better. Didn't you ever wish for a sister?" A glance forward told him Rob was flirting with Morgan now. Claire probably wouldn't like that.

  "As far as I'm concerned, the sooner she leaves, the better."

  Jamie cocked his head. "You want to tell me what happened with Daniel yesterday?"

  "Nope." She clicked her tongue at Storm and left him behind.

  * * * * *

  "We should have left Claire back at the ranch. She's being damn rude," Ethan said thirty minutes later as they hobbled the horses and checked them over. Jamie looked up and scanned the hillside where they'd stopped to eat lunch. Morgan sat in the midst of the female guests chattering away. Claire was busy taking the food out of the saddle bags, slamming the containers and plastic silverware around, making it all too clear she was unhappy with the situation.

  "She's upset that Morgan came along for the ride."

  "I guess I can understand that. I thought I'd be angry, when I heard that Mom…well, you know," Ethan said. "I was for a little while, but not anymore. Now I'm curious. Morgan's grandparents and Mom and Dad are all gone." He shrugged. "Seems like those of us that are left should be able to work things out."

  Jamie considered this. "Claire took it harder than you – all your Mom's comings and goings."

  Ethan frowned. "She never said anything."

  "She didn't have to – what she did said everything she needed to say."

  Pausing with one hand on Storm's withers, Ethan nodded slowly. "All those fights? The running wild? Yeah. I guess so. But that's water under the bridge now."

  "I don't think it is for Claire. Morgan being here is like salt in her wounds. Think about it this way – when your Mom went away it was to be with Morgan. Every time she left, it was Morgan's fault."

  "Like she was cheating on Claire with another daughter," Ethan said and laughed shortly. "Okay, I see it now. Claire's really mad at Mom, but Mom's gone, so…"

  "So she's taking it out on the only other target left."

  "So we kick Morgan to the curb?"

  Jamie patted the gentle mare that Adrienne was riding today. "That's the easy solution, but I don't think it's the best one. We've got to throw those two together, let them go at it and hope they fight their way through the problem to the other side."

  Ethan looked skeptical. "That sounds messy."

  "Life is messy."

  When Ethan took a long moment to answer, Jamie figured he was thinking of his own recent history. "Yeah. You got that right."

  Jamie's thoughts returned to the spark of jealousy Claire'd shown when he spent too much time around Morgan on the ride. So far he'd done a crap job of seducing her. He'd hoped that by interesting her in the projects that interested him – his house and the guest ranch business – he'd convince her she wanted to spend more time with him. Since that hadn't worked, it was time to step things up a notch. Claire avoided him as much as she could. He'd always taken that for disinterest. What if he was wrong? What if that signaled an abundance of interest?

  Time to test that theory out.

  * * * * *

  Claire watched in dismay as Jamie stuck to Morgan like burrs on a mule for the remainder of their lunch break. He sat next to her at lunch, his leg almost pressed against hers as they shared a log for a seat. From across the way, she heard them discuss the food, the ride, the guests, and the prospects for buying breeding stock this year, in a general, disinterested way. She couldn't accuse him of flirting, but damn it, that was exactly what he was doing.

  Morgan was eating up his attention and why shouldn't she? A good looking, capable man like Jamie was hard to find, especially one with a head for business and a desire to settle down and raise a family.

  With a lurch of her heart, Claire realized she was jealous of Morgan. Jealous because she wanted a good looking, capable man. A man with a head for business she could settle down and raise a family with. She was sick of holding back, sick of being alone, sick to death of focusing on revenge instead of on her future. Now that she knew what kind of man Daniel really was, getting back at him seemed less important. Let Edie have him and good riddance.

  As long as Jamie was available she'd felt like she'd had all the time in the world to get around to him, and little inclination to do so. Seeing Morgan cozy up to him brought that illusion crashing down. If she kept guarding her heart so carefully, she would never find out what Jamie's intentions really were, and she risked someone else – someone like Morgan – coming along and snatching him away from her.

  She couldn't be sure if Jamie really cared for her, or if he was just playing an increasingly elaborate practical joke, but the thing she was coming to realize was that she had to find out – whether or not that meant getting hurt.

  She wanted Jamie. She wanted to stop playing games and say yes to his proposal. She wanted to look him in the eye and learn the truth.

  Should she admit that to him?

  No. In spite of her realizations, she wasn't
ready to lose their bet. In fact – she straightened as a new idea hit her – tempting him to lose it sounded like so much more fun.

  When they saddled up for the return ride, she let Ethan lead the pack and fell back to ride alongside of Jamie.

  And she stuck by him for the rest of the day.

  Jamie didn't acknowledge this new arrangement, but he didn't fight it either. She figured he was waiting to see what she did next. Fine. She'd keep him guessing.

  She saw Adrienne and Liz exchange a glance at one point, but with Ethan and Rob along, none of the ladies seemed too put out by Jamie's abandonment of them.

  Claire kept alert for any overt sign he was flirting with her, but although Jamie was warm and interested in everything she had to say, he didn't touch her once – even though they were certainly close enough on this narrow track.

  She should know – she made a point to touch him often. Each time she did, her ring sparkled in the sunshine.

  Her engagement ring.

  Could she tantalize him so much he'd ask her to marry him and really mean it?

  As the afternoon stretched on, she made a game of it. Never allowing her fingertips to land on the same square of his skin twice. His arm. His thigh. His shoulder. Each time they connected, his warmth left her tingling. She could almost imagine him touching her back. Placing a hand on her knee, stroking her, moving upwards until…

  Suddenly hot, she turned her face aside, hoping he didn't notice the blush she was sure was creeping up her cheeks.

  Still, she couldn't stop her thoughts from leaping to a much more sensual scenario – Jamie poised above her, like he'd been that night a month ago, out on the range. Ready to plunge into her. Ready to make love to her until she cried aloud.

  "Claire?"

  She darted a glance his way, then ducked her head again, willing her thoughts to safer ground. "What?"

  "I asked what Autumn was making for dinner."

  "I…I don't know." Dinner? Who could think about dinner? All she could think about was Jamie – naked. Hard. Ready for her. Hell, she was ready for him – right now.

  "Something on your mind?"

  She stifled an urge to hit him. Yes, something was on her mind. Him. Sex. "Yeah."

  "What?" It wasn't flirtation, exactly. But his voice was inviting. Husky.

  "Nothing." But another glance told her she'd given herself away. She didn't know how he knew what had been on her mind, but he knew all right. She wanted to rub that self-satisfied look right off his face. Damn men. How did they do that? Sit so easy in their bodies? Let a tilt of their jaw or the way they sat in the saddle let you know that they felt supremely confident they could have you crying out in passion when the time was right. Jamie was just as insufferable as the rest of them.

  "I've missed you all these years you've lived in Billings," he said and jolted her right out of her angry train of thought. That wasn't self-satisfied or insufferable. That was…real. She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again when nothing coherent formed in her mind to say. He went on. "When we were growing up I loved everything about this place, and I came here for a bunch of reasons. To hang out with Ethan, with your Dad, with the horses. But I also came because of you."

  "You had a crush on me," she managed to say.

  "Yeah, I did. Still do. But that's not the half of it." He looked away, checking up and down the line. "You were so on fire for life. So brave, so clear about everything. You knew what you wanted and you took it, or at least you tried."

  "That was a long time ago." She didn't trust her voice suddenly.

  "I enjoyed being around you," he went on. "It wasn't just about lust. It still isn't. Life's better when you're near me." He smiled. "And that's as close to flirting as I'm going to get. The way you've been spending my money, I won't have any left to buy your cruise ticket if I lose this bet." He sat back and looked at her straight on. "I'm here, Claire – whenever you're ready. Just give me a sign."

  She thought he'd ride off then and leave her to mull over his parting words, but after a few minutes she realized he meant what he said.

  He wasn't going anywhere.

  The thought turned her on more than she wanted to admit.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Jamie had just congratulated himself on getting under Claire's skin when she said something that jolted every nerve in his body awake.

  "I've been ready for years." She caught his gaze squarely. "I spend every night dreaming about you touching me."

  His mouth suddenly dry, Jamie just caught himself before he reached out for her.

  Wait. Was this a trick? A sneaky way to win the bet?

  He wasn't allowed to touch her or flirt with her or she won automatically, and he would never be able to propose to her again.

  Did she really want him? Or did she want him to reach for her so she could win once and for all? Damn it, he couldn't tell from the crafty smile that played at the corners of her mouth.

  "You admitting you want to marry me?" His voice came out like a rusty violin.

  "You mean am I confessing that you've won the bet? Not by a long shot, cowboy." She grinned. "All I'm saying is I love the feel of your hands on my breasts."

  Damn it, that wasn't fair at all. Well, if she wanted to play this game, he could give as well as he could take. "You could always show them to me."

  "That's flirting!" she crowed.

  "No, it ain't," he said calmly. "I'm stating a fact."

  She considered this. "Okay, you're right," she said finally. "I could do that. How about now?"

  He nodded toward the other riders ahead of them. "This doesn't quite seem like the place." Cruel woman. She was playing with him – something fierce.

  She pulled Storm to a halt. "Rob!"

  "Yeah?" Rob reined in and looked back over his shoulder.

  "Go on ahead. Me and Jamie'll catch up in a minute."

  "Sure thing."

  Was she for real? Jamie fought against the desire flaring up in his body. No matter what she did, he was not going to rise to her bait. He would be damned if he lost over a trick.

  A few minutes later the rest of the group were out of sight.

  "You really going to do this?"

  "Why not? It's not like you're going to touch me, right?" She draped Storm's reins over her saddle, unbuttoned her shirt and slid it off her shoulders to hang over her arms. She unclasped the front hook of her bra and peeled it back.

  Hell.

  Jamie scraped his chin with the back of his hand. "You do have lovely breasts, Claire."

  "Flirting?"

  "Just an observation." He was dying to do a hell of a lot more than observe.

  "They feel pretty nice, too." She edged Storm closer to Walter and leaned forward to take his wrist. She lifted his hand to cup her left breast. "See?" She gave his hand a squeeze.

  Oh, hell.

  "Very nice," he ground out.

  She transferred his hand to her other breast. "This one, too."

  "Yes."

  "I think the horses are getting in the way," she said. In a practiced move, she dismounted Storm and came to stand near Walter. "Come down."

  "Yes, Ma'am." He did what he was told, although he knew he was a fool for it. Taking his wrist, she led him off the trail toward a small grove of pine trees. Stopping beneath one, she took both of his hands and lifted them once more. This time she made sure his fingertips brushed her nipples, which hardened under his touch.

  "Now you can really get the idea," she said.

  "Much better," he agreed. Surely this was hell. Standing so close to Claire, touching her, and yet not being allowed to pull her close.

  "There's a lot more to me, you know," she said after a moment. "You probably should check the rest of it out."

  "As delightful as this is, you can't trick me into flirting or touching. I'm not going to lose this bet."

  "Oh, I know I don't interest you in the slightest," Claire said. "I know you'd rather be fishing or something."

&n
bsp; Jamie choked back a snort. Fishing? "Just so we're clear. I'm in this for the long haul. I want a wife, not a one night stand."

  "That's what you keep saying," she said, kicking off her boots and unzipping her pants. She skimmed them off and left them in a heap by her shirt and bra. She slipped off her panties, too. Now she stood before him, naked except his ring on her finger.

  Radiant.

  His Claire.

  It took every ounce of strength he had not to move. Laughing at him, she stepped closer, took hold of his wrists, wrapped his arms around her body and helped him cup her ass. His breathing hitched and for one awful moment he thought his fingers might move of their own accord. Another part of his anatomy certainly was.

  "You can't win this way," he said. His voice was strangled.

  "Oh, I bet I can." She tugged him down to the ground and began to undress him. The next few minutes were some of the most agonizing of Jamie's life. He couldn't help her in the slightest with her attempts to get his clothes off without losing the bet…and she was so slow. He would have laughed at her struggles to free his pants from his torso if every inch of his body hadn't been on fire. Finally, when he lay there as naked as she was, she began a new conquest of torture.

  She started at his mouth, kissing his lips, his cheeks, his jaw, and then under his chin. She trailed down to his chest, his stomach and after lavishing her attention there, descended even lower. While she touched and ministered to every inch of him, he clung to bent and broken stalks of bracken, willing himself not to go over the edge. Finally, she straddled him and lowered herself, inch by agonizing inch onto the length of him.

  From the look on her face she was almost as undone by the whole affair as he was.

  "You feel good," she said. "So good." Her teasing tone was gone.

  He bit his lip. He wanted to tell her what she was doing to him, how much he loved her, how he wanted to spend his life with her. He could only nod.

  She began to ride him, lifting up and sliding down again, over and over, slowly at first, and then much faster. Her breasts swayed in rhythm with her hips, her head tilted back and her lips parted. She was a glorious sight and he loved her, wanted her, needed her…