Kinkade, Lea - I Got a Feelin' [The Chisholms of Texas 2] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Lea Kinkade

  “I hate to break this to you, darlin’, but my truck was parked right outside all night. Everyone already knows your business and, if they know me, they certainly know we weren’t spending our time playing checkers.” Ryan was starting to get pissed off with her attitude. So what if his parents knew he and Samantha were seeing each other? He was proud to be going out with her. For God’s sake, his family knew he wasn’t a monk. Besides, once he brought her to Sunday lunch, his whole family would know that he was in love with Samantha. They’d be ecstatic for him.

  “Exactly.” Samantha was triumphant, as if that ended the argument in her favor, causing Ryan to become even more pissed off.

  “What exactly are you saying, darlin’? Are you telling me this was a one-night stand? Are you saying you don’t want to see me again?” Shit! What if she didn’t feel the same way about him? What if she couldn’t love him?

  “Of course not,” she relented. “But that doesn’t mean I need to meet the folks. Besides, I’ve already met both of your parents. They’ve both come into the shop before. I don’t need to meet them as your flavor of the week. Let’s just leave meeting the family out of the equation for now, okay? I don’t do families. I’m not good with them.”

  Seeing how uncomfortable she was talking about being with his family, he realized he wasn’t going to get anywhere with her on this subject right now. He decided to let it go for the time being. “Okay.” The woman he loved had a hot button about meeting his family, so he’d avoid that subject for the time being. “How about we shelve this discussion for now, and I take you to brunch, and we can spend the day together?”

  “I don’t really think you should miss lunch with your family for me. How about you go to lunch and come back later tonight? I have things to do this afternoon. You can come back after 8:00 p.m. We can take up where we left off, handsome.” She came close to him and gave him a sweet smile in promise along with a light smooch on the lips.

  Ryan could tell she was trying to get rid of him, and it rankled. He didn’t want to upset her again, though, so he gave in. “Okay, darlin’. I’ll go without you this week, but I’m going to keep inviting you, so you’d better come up with a better excuse. I’ll be back this evening.” He’d have to get Ryder to cover for him at the club. He was scheduled to close tonight, but he didn’t want to miss any time he could spend with Samantha.

  When he and Ryder had first opened Chaps & Spurs, they had spent a lot of time working behind the bar, as bouncers, and in any other capacity they were needed. In the past year, though, they’d been able to afford to hire enough bartenders and bouncers that it wasn’t necessary for either of them to pull that duty anymore. The brothers still liked to maintain a presence at the club, however, taking turns covering happy hour and closing.

  Before Samantha had come into his life, he hadn’t really minded the hours he put in at the club. In the past, the women he dated seemed more than happy to spend time hanging out while he did his thing schmoozing with the customers. Samantha didn’t seem like the barfly type, though.

  Now that he’d fallen in love with Samantha, he knew he wasn’t going to want to work so many nights and be away from her. Her working hours were during the day and, with his present schedule, they wouldn’t be able to spend much time together away from the club. He and Ryder had been talking about making one of the bartenders for each shift a shift manager, giving them some extra pay to go along with some additional managerial-type responsibilities. This would eliminate the need for the twins’ constant presence. Ryan thought it was time they discussed that idea more seriously.

  For now, he pulled Samantha into his arms and gave her a lingering kiss as he gave her sweet little ass a quick caress. Giving her one more quick peck on the cheek, he headed for the door. “I’ll see you tonight, darlin’. I’ll bring the condoms.”

  He looked back at her and saw her flip him off. Chuckling, he turned back to the door and headed to his truck. Ryan drove to the house he shared with Ryder on the Ranch. He wanted to grab a quick shower and change his clothes before going to the big house for lunch with his family.

  Ryder was sitting on the leather couch reading the newspaper and drinking from a mug of coffee. Grabbing a mug from the cupboard, Ryan poured himself a cup of the strong, hot brew. Laying down the paper on the coffee table, Ryder brought his mug into the kitchen and stared at Ryan with one eyebrow raised questioningly.

  “Yeah,” Ryan said in answer to his twin’s unspoken question. “I spent the night at Samantha’s.”

  “That’s a first. Did she tie you to the bed?” Ryder questioned sardonically.

  “Funny, asshole.” He knew he couldn’t keep the fact that he’d fallen in love with Samantha from his twin. They knew each other inside and out, and he’d never be able to keep such an enormous secret from Ryder.

  “She didn’t have to tie me up. If it were up to me, I’d still be at her place, in her bed.” Knowing his twin would be happy for him, he answered truthfully. “Hey, while I’m thinking about it, can you cover closing tonight? I’m going to see Samantha again.”

  “Should I expect you home tonight, then?” Ryder asked with a knowing smile.

  When Ryan took a sip of his coffee and didn’t answer immediately, Ryder looked long and hard at his twin, reading the emotions on his face. Suddenly it dawned on him. “Oh, fuck! You didn’t. Shit, you did, didn’t you? You went and fell in love with her. I told you something like this was going to happen. I knew it! Damn it, Ryan, we made a pact. We were both supposed to stay single until we were forty, remember? Then we were each going to find a good woman and settle down. Fuck!” Ryder said with genuine agitation.

  “Shit! Quit whining, Ryder.” In his happiness, Ryan had totally forgotten about their pact but, dammit, there was no use in denying the obvious. “I didn’t plan this. I was just as surprised as you are. Besides, I haven’t told her yet, so don’t go spilling the beans to anyone, especially the family. She’s got some issues with my prolific history and some major issues with family, bro. I think she’s been hurt in the past. There’s something major she isn’t telling me. She’s not ready to hear me say the words yet.”

  Ryder just looked at him silently in consternation. Ryan grabbed the coffeepot and refilled his mug. “I need to talk to Dad. Levi and Xander, too, probably. I think I’ve got some major wooing to do with this pretty lady. She doesn’t trust me yet, and she thinks this is just a fling. Hell, with my track record, how can I blame her?”

  “Damn, Ryan, I can’t believe it. I don’t know her very well, bro, but she sure is pretty. You know I’ll help you any way I can, even if you did break our pact.” He turned around and headed back to the couch. “Hey.” He stopped suddenly and turned around to face Ryan again. “Maybe it’s time to put that ‘shift manager’ idea we had a while back into action. That would free up some time for both of us.”

  “I was thinking the same thing earlier, bro. Let’s do it. Split it between J.C., Mitch, and Jason?”

  “Great minds, bro. Great minds,” responded Ryder with a shake of his head. “I’ll take closing until we get it set up. Yeah,” he responded as Ryan started to thank him. “I know. You owe me. Don’t worry, I’ll collect.” He sat back down to finish reading the paper, shaking his head.

  Ryan took his coffee and headed down the hall to his suite of rooms. The cabin he shared with Ryder had only two bedrooms, but each was set up like a master suite with an adjoining bathroom and walk-in closet. He quickly took a shower, erasing Samantha’s spicy scent from his clothing and skin. He needed to get to the big house and talk to his dad. His father had helped both Levi and Xander formulate plans to court their respective wives. After nearly thirty-six years of marriage to a spitfire like Cassie Chisholm, his father must have a few tricks up his sleeves. Ryan knew that Levi’s pursuit of Taylor had been especially difficult, but with their father’s help Levi had ended up with the girl. He just hoped their methods worked on prickly florists.

  Chapter 8

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bsp; Ryan knocked lightly on Samantha’s apartment door at precisely 8:00 p.m. He could hear her on the other side of the door and remembered that he needed to install a peephole in her door and a chain guard so she could check who was at the door before she answered. It was just another safety precaution. Opening the door, she motioned him inside with a wave of her hand.

  As he heard the door close and the lock click into place behind him, Ryan turned around and found his arms full of warm, willing woman. Without a word, her arms twined tightly around his neck as she pulled his head down so their lips met in a steaming-hot kiss. He could smell the spicy scent that was solely Samantha’s. It gave him an instant hard-on.

  As he breathed her scent in deeply, he took charge of the kiss, angling their heads so that his lips could delve in for deeper contact. Their tongues tangled as they battled for supremacy. Man he loved this woman! Now he just had to prove his intentions to her and make her love him back.

  “I missed you, darlin’,” he told her honestly.

  “Me, too,” she replied.

  Picking her up in his arms, Ryan carried her to the bedroom where he slowly undressed her. As he pulled her skimpy panties down her legs, he nipped gently at the inside of her thighs, working his way to her neatly trimmed mound. Kissing her above her mound, he urged her back onto the bed. While he shucked his own clothes quickly, he grabbed the three condoms from his back pocket and threw them on the bed beside her. Eyes wide, she swallowed hard and shimmied her way up to the center of the bed.

  Ryan didn’t think his cock had ever been so hard. He could have hammered nails with it. Joining her on the bed, he lay down beside her and took her in his arms. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her half on top of his body, his distended cock pulsing between them. Samantha’s hands swept through his thick hair and skimmed over his face, feeling the surprisingly soft texture of his goatee.

  Rolling her onto her back, Ryan broke the kiss, skimming his lips down her delectable body. Her breasts held his attention as he laved and nipped at her pebbled nipples. Her tits were amazing. They filled his large hands to overflowing but were high and perky. Right now, her nipples were engorged and they reminded him of the color of her wet pussy. Alternating between her breasts, he took each nipple in his mouth and nipped and sucked until she moaned out her pleasure. His hands taking the place of his mouth, Ryan continued his exploration down her body, whispering light, wet kisses down her torso until he reached her sweet pussy.

  As she spread her thighs wider to accommodate him, he settled in for a long meal. He lapped at her pussy like a child licking an ice-cream cone. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her sweet cream. Every so often he delved deeper to swipe at her clit. Her hands were in his hair, pulling him closer as he continued to roll her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. Driving deep into her hot pussy, his talented tongue lapped at her opening. Crying out, she raised her hips off the bed.

  * * * *

  Samantha’s body had been at a heightened state of awareness all day. Right now, the sensations in her pussy were pushing her higher and higher on the waves of an impending orgasm the likes of which Samantha had never experienced. The added pleasure and little bite of pain from his fingers tweaking her nipples only added to the experience. Finally, he took his fingers from her nipples and added them to the torturous pleasure he was tormenting her with between her thighs. As his tongue continued to lap at her like a cat eating cream, one of his fingers found its way into her entrance. Moaning at the pleasure of the intrusion, Samantha wasn’t prepared when Ryan started sucking on her clit like a man possessed. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her as she rode them to a blinding climax. Crying out his name, her hands clenched in his thick hair, pushing his face deeper into her soaking wet pussy.

  Looking up from between her legs, Ryan gave her another lick, then another, as aftershocks rippled between her thighs. Moving up her body again, he stopped once more at her breasts and teased them. “You don’t know how good you taste, Samantha. I could stay down here for hours.”

  She could feel his rigid length against her mound and wanted him inside her with everything she had. Thrusting her hips up toward him, she tried to make her desires known. Giving her a lusty laugh, he quickly grabbed a condom from the bed, ripping open the package with his teeth, and sheathed himself. He pulled her legs over his forearms as he lifted her up to his rampant cock.

  Moving between her spread thighs, he fisted his cock and guided it to her center. He seated himself to the hilt with one thrust, his balls slapping against her ass. Grunting and moaning, he rode her hard as he slammed his cock into her pussy again and again. Samantha was with him for every thrust as she dug her fingernails into his bulging biceps. She moaned whenever the head of his cock slammed against her cervix, the sensation bringing her pleasure just on the edge of pain. As his cock stroked the sides of her pussy, it brushed against her sweet spot and caused her pussy to clench around his stiff cock. With one last thrust, she came apart around him as he released his cum into the condom while his cock was deep inside her.

  “Oh, Ryan. What you do to me. No wonder you come so highly recommended.”

  Falling to her side, she felt her pussy release his now-spent cock. They lay there panting. Samantha was lying beside Ryan, humming in retreating pleasure. Finally regaining his normal breathing, Ryan got up to relieve himself of the condom. Returning to her side, he pulled her onto his chest. Her head rested on his shoulder and her breasts were pressed against him, one of her legs covering his thigh. They were basking in the pleasure each of them found in the other. Her hand stroked his chest and his caressed her back as they lay there for several minutes, neither one of them talking.

  “What’s that mean, darlin’? People giving you the lowdown on me?” He seemed a little hurt about it, so she tried to reassure him.

  “Not just you, handsome. All the Chisholm boys are fodder for the gossip mill. Didn’t you know that? Besides, I don’t really care to listen to all the gossip. People just like to talk. Don’t worry about it.” Changing the subject, she asked quietly, “Do you want anything to eat or drink? I have some Jameson, or I could make some decaf coffee. I don’t know what I have to eat, but I know I’ve got something in the kitchen we could snack on.”

  “I don’t need anything but you, darlin’.” He didn’t want to move a muscle. “Let’s just talk. I want to know more about you. I want you to know more about me.”

  “What do you want to know? What do you want me to know about you?” she asked cautiously.

  “When’s your birthday?”

  “Seriously? You want to know when my birthday is?”

  “Darlin’, I want to know everything about you, and I want you to know everything about me.”

  “Well, okay…” And so they talked. They talked for hours until Samantha begged off, saying she needed to get some sleep as she had to work in the morning. She tried to get him to go home, but he kissed her with sweet, drugging kisses until she agreed to let him spend the night.

  Over the next few weeks, they fell into a pattern. Ryan was at Samantha’s almost every night. Whenever he came to her apartment, he spent the night. They spent hours talking and making love.

  During one of their long talks, Samantha had divulged that she was on the pill. Ryan had asked her if she would agree to forego the condoms if he got tested to prove he was clean. He’d never been naked inside a woman before. He wanted to be skin to skin with her. She’d agreed to think about it if he would agree not to “date” any other woman while they were sleeping together. Samantha felt that this was a big concession for him to make. After all, she had found out that he had slept with a woman named Sheila just days before asking her out for the first time. One of her customers, and a friend of Sheila’s, had felt it necessary to tell Samantha about Ryan’s former relationship with the woman. In fact, she was getting all sorts of advice about her love life these days. Samantha didn’t tell Ryan about everyone telling her it was only a mat
ter of time until he dumped her. She already knew that. Still, he said he wasn’t going anywhere and that he wanted her. As long as she kept things in perspective, things would be fine. She’d deal with the fallout when it came.

  On Thursday night, Samantha checked the balsamic and rosemary chicken roasting in the oven. It smelled heavenly and would be done in about half an hour. As she checked the potatoes she had put in the oven earlier, there was a soft knock on the door, and Ryan let himself in as usual. Smiling at him, she closed the oven door and took off the oven mitts. Moving purposefully toward her, he pulled her into his arms for a sweet kiss. “How was your day? I missed you.” He held her gently in his arms, giving her another openmouthed kiss.

  “My day was good. Busy, but good,” she replied. She didn’t want to bring up this subject, but, as a business owner herself, she had been wondering how Ryan could spend so much time away from the club. “Ryan, are you sure you can afford to be away from the club so much to spend time with me?” she asked hesitantly.

  “Are you getting sick of me, darlin’?”

  “No, it’s not that. I guess I just don’t want you to get sick of me or start to resent me because of all the time you aren’t in the club anymore. You do spend an awful lot of time with me when I know you used to be at the club.”

  “You plan on kicking me out, darlin’? Because unless you are, I have no intention of going anywhere. I want you with every fiber of my being, and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.” He looked so earnest she had to smile.

  “Just remember that you promised to tell me when this burns out for you.”

  “Who says it’s going to burn out, darlin’? I already told you that I’m not going anywhere.” Looking at the set of her chin, he seemed to change tactics. “Hey, we don’t have to decide anything tonight, do we? Let’s just let this thing between us happen and see where it goes.” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his body. Samantha could feel his cock start to stiffen, and she knew he could feel the bead of her nipples through both of their shirts. Taking her hands, he quietly led her to the bedroom where he showed her, without words, how much he wanted her.