by Lea Kinkade
“Yeah,” he responded with a tentative smile of his own. “How about you dance with me, since I cut off your fun earlier?”
“Sure, let’s go,” she said as she stood up and held out her hand to him. Surprised at her friendly response, Dillon took her hand and led her to the dance floor where the DJ was playing “What Was I Thinkin’” by Dierks Bentley. The song he requested should be up soon.
They danced to two more songs before “Must Be Doin’ Somethin’ Right” by Billy Currington started playing. Pulling her close, he started swaying with her to the music, making no attempt to two-step with her, just wanting her in his arms. As with most of the songs played at the club, the video was playing on the white screen on one wall of the dance floor.
Dillon was surprised when Abby snuggled closer. He knew she would be able to feel his hard cock and her nipples were pebbling against his chest. He hadn’t even kissed her yet. Well, besides that one over a half an hour ago. He knew he wasn’t off the hook, though. He was sure when they were alone she would still rake him over the coals for his high-handedness earlier. For now, though, she seemed content to just rub on him and dance.
Jordan, Samantha, and Taylor had long since left with their husbands when Abby and Dillon were dancing another slow song. He spoke gently in her ear and he felt a shiver go down her spine.
“Let’s go back to your apartment and get naked. I need to be deep inside you.”
She looked at him with wide eyes as he took her hand and led her from the dance floor. “Do you have a purse with you?” he asked as they came to the table.
“No. I didn’t bring a purse,” she breathed.
“Good. Let’s go. My Harley is outside, and I can’t wait to feel your arms and legs wrapped around me,” he told her as he pulled her along with him toward the front doors of the club.
* * * *
Once inside the apartment, Dillon kicked the door shut and slammed the dead bolt home. He pulled her into his body as he slanted his mouth over hers in a wet, deep kiss. His tongue swept her mouth and he nibbled on the corner of her mouth. “Bedroom. Naked. Now,” he rasped, his eyes heated in passion.
Mesmerized by him, Abby skittered down the hallway to her bedroom, stripping as she went. She didn’t know why his commanding voice turned her on like this, but she had long ago accepted the fact that she wanted a dominant male in her bed. She had a couple of boyfriends in the past and, though they both had dominant personalities in bed, neither did much for her. They had both turned a little mean when she didn’t follow their orders immediately and they wanted to take the domination further than she was willing to go. Like whips-and-chains kind of further. That wasn’t what she wanted. She simply wanted a man who would take control in the bedroom without thinking that meant he was allowed to do whatever he wanted to her physically.
She had left both relationships wanting something more that she couldn’t quite pinpoint. Now, with Dillon, she knew what she’d been missing. Dillon may be dominant in the bedroom, but when they were together he was totally intent on their combined pleasure, not just his own. Dillon wasn’t happy unless he gave her more pleasure than she thought she could handle. A girl could get used to that.
Abby shimmied out of her panties next to the bed. She had already taken off the rest of her clothes as she hurried to the bedroom. Looking at the doorway, she saw Dillon entering the bedroom, discarding his T-shirt as he sauntered in. The man was hot! That’s all there was to it. He was mouthwatering in jeans and a T-shirt, but naked he was off the charts. Long, lean, and muscled. His cock was a work of art. Abby couldn’t wait to get him out of his clothes. Her pussy tightened in need as he stalked toward her with a very intent look on his face.
His hands unbuttoned his jeans and she heard the rasp of the zipper as he continued to hold her gaze. He pushed the jeans over his hips and pulled out his rock-hard cock, stroking it a couple of times. “Suck my cock, baby,” he commanded as he walked toward her. He watched with hooded eyes as she looked at his hard rod hungrily and licked her lips. She kneeled before him on the rug by the bed. His cock was as big as she remembered it and was standing straight up against his six-pack abs. She licked her lips in anticipation. Grasping it gently in her hands, she brought his hard length to her mouth, where she kissed the tip and licked away the drop of moisture coming from the slit. She had one hand at the base of his shaft and slowly took him into her mouth, hearing him groan as she circled the head of his cock again, digging into the sensitive spot just beneath the head.
Leaning her hands on his legs to steady herself, she began to suck on his hard shaft, pulling him deeper. Her nails dug into the hard muscle of his thighs as his cock slid in deeper. His hands went to her hair and he grabbed a handful tightly in his fist, holding her head just the way he wanted. Her mouth kept even pressure as he began to roll his hips, fucking into her mouth.
“Fuck, baby. You do that so well,” he said with a groan.
Dillon continued to thrust in and pull out, his cock seeming to grow bigger on every pass. Going deep, he surprised her and she had to swallow against her gag reflex.
“Breathe through your nose, baby. Swallow against me.”
His balls pulled up tight to his body as he thrust in again and again, his hips moving rapidly. Moaning her name, he made low, guttural sounds as he got closer and closer to his release. His fingers tightened almost painfully in her hair and he pressed his hard cock in farther, coming deep in her mouth. A few more shallow thrusts and he pulled out, his cock now sated.
* * * *
Reaching down, he pulled her to her feet, kissing her gently on the lips in a wet, openmouthed kiss. Guiding her to the bed, he had her sit while he kicked off his pants and socks. Urging her to the center of the bed, he bent over her and kissed her again. Slowly moving down her body, he rained kisses over her collarbone, to each breast, over her stomach, and down to her trimmed mound.
“Spread your legs, baby. Let me in.” She instantly obeyed. Lying on his stomach and resting between her thighs, his hands went under her, drawing her to him. His fingers dug into her ass and thighs, holding her in place for his perusal. Looking his fill at her pretty pink pussy, he could smell the musk of her arousal and it made him want her even more. He bent his head and licked her from back to front, tasting her sweet nectar while her hands fisted in the bedding.
Dipping back into her swollen depths, he held her tightly to his mouth while he used his lips and tongue on her pussy, drawing a groan deep from her chest. He could feel the muscles of her thighs tremble as he suckled her clit into his mouth, ratcheting her desire up even higher. He alternated between swirls of his tongue and suckling her clit until she arched sharply against him and cried out her release. He continued to lick and suck, drawing every last bit of her orgasm from her.
Placing one last kiss on her slit, he slowly kissed his way back up her body, spending time bringing her nipples to pebbled hardness as he sucked and nipped at her breasts. Reluctantly leaving her gorgeous breasts, he took her mouth with his, alternating between sweet, quick kisses and slow, drugging kisses. His sure hands ran over her body, making her moan and sigh with delight. Slowly, he rolled her over to her stomach as one of his hands crept between her thighs, checking to make sure her pussy was drenched and ready for him.
“Head down, ass up.” He growled in her ear as he nipped it gently with his teeth. He pulled her onto her knees so that she was positioned the way he wanted her. “One day soon, I’ll take your sweet ass. But not today.” He moved up behind her and fisted his hard cock as he guided it to her weeping entrance.
Thrusting into her without further preliminaries, he fucked into her pussy hard and fast, his hands holding her hips tightly. He knew he would probably leave bruises on her soft skin, and part of him reveled in the knowledge. This gorgeous woman belonged to him, and he was taking what was his. He continued pummeling deep into her cunt, pulling her hips back against him with each thrust—going deeper with every drive. He could hear the soft g
runts escaping from her mouth as his own louder grunts filled the air around them. He reached around her hip and fingered her clit, causing her orgasm to engulf her as she cried out his name. His own release was building quickly and he reached for it, thrusting once, twice, and a third time before he came in a blinding rush, his cock jetting stream after stream of cum deep into her waiting pussy.
Panting with exertion, Dillon pulled her body up so that her back was pressed to his chest. As his hands palmed her breasts, he bent down and bit her neck just where it met her shoulder. She shuddered in reaction but voiced no complaint to the marking. He continued to piston his hips, thrusting his semihard cock gently into her as she rested her back against his chest. Holding her up against him, he gently smoothed his hands up and down her torso.
Finally pulling out of her well-used pussy, he heard her moan as he helped her settle onto the bed. Dropping down beside her, he pulled her to him and tucked her in against his sweaty body where they lay for several minutes as they caught their breath. He nuzzled into her neck and gently kissed the bite mark he had made on her soft skin only minutes before. She snuggled deeper into his arms as he pulled a quilt from the end of the bed to cover them. He fell asleep to the sound of her deep, even breathing.
Sunday morning found them lazing in her bed while they read the paper out of Corpus Christi, the Corpus Christi Caller-Times. They took turns reading excerpts from different stories out loud to each other, laughing at the antics of some of the politicians and criminals. It was hard to tell the difference sometimes.
Dillon came back in the bedroom with two cups of fresh coffee and broached the subject of lunch at his parents’ house. He had missed it last week, but his mother gave him strict instructions to bring Abby to the family lunch this week or else.
“We probably should take a shower and get dressed pretty soon. Lunch at my folks’ is at 11:00 a.m. I’d like to get there a little early since I missed it last week,” he said casually.
“You go ahead and take a shower. I’ll take one later, after you leave. I need to get some laundry done today anyway,” she said a little guiltily. She hadn’t even thought about him missing lunch with his family last Sunday when they spent the day in bed.
“You’re invited to the dinner, too, baby. Mom made me promise to bring you along with me today,” he said carefully.
“Oh,” she said, nonplussed, as she met his steady gaze with one of her own. “Do y’all normally bring your girlfriends with you to Sunday lunch with your family?”
Dillon looked at her closely to determine if she was being difficult or really didn’t understand what he was asking her. He decided she really didn’t get it and decided not to get into a fight about her status right now and just get her to lunch any way he could. He would ask for forgiveness later. “Yeah, when we’re with someone steady, we usually bring them along with us. Besides, you’ve come to several Sunday lunches over the past two years.”
“Oh, okay. I’d love to have lunch with your family again. Your whole family was wonderful to me during my internship. Your mom invited me to meals at the big house a lot, not that I always came, but it was nice to be invited. What should I wear?” she asked innocently as she got out of bed and stretched her curvaceous body, taking him from semi-interested to rock hard in about three seconds.
“Jeans are okay, baby. We don’t get fancy at the family table.”
“Okay. You want to go first or should I?” she asked him as she rummaged in her drawers for fresh panties and a bra.
“Oh, you’re going to go first, baby. But I plan on being right there with you,” he said with a smile as he got out of bed naked. His cock was hard as a steel pole again. He couldn’t get enough of this woman.
“Oh, it’s going to be that kind of shower, is it?” she asked with a smile as she watched him stalk toward her.
“You bet, baby. Let’s go fuck in the shower. I need to be inside you again something fierce,” he said, still smiling.
They were half an hour late to his parents’ house for Sunday lunch.
* * * *
Shit! Abby was going to kill Dillon. That asshole had tricked her! She was the only nonfamily member present at this family lunch. She knew for a fact that Jessie and Ryder were each dating someone regularly, and neither one of them brought their respective date with them. Come to think of it, she’d never seen one of the Chisholm kids bring a casual date with them for lunch on Sunday. With a little discreet questioning, she had found out the Chisholm siblings didn’t bring “dates” with them to Sunday lunch with the family. She couldn’t believe that Dillon would foist her on his family this way. What must they think of her? It’s like she crashed a wedding reception, for cripes’ sake. She didn’t belong here.
Everyone was being exceptionally nice to her. She wasn’t getting the skank eye from anyone. At least not so that she noticed. Jordan, Samantha, Taylor, and Jessie all made a concerted effort to include Abby in the conversations swirling around the dinner table. They made her feel welcome despite Dillon’s colossal breach of etiquette. Cassie Chisholm smiled broadly as she sat to the right of Alex Chisholm at the head of the table and listened to her family enjoy each other’s company and the delicious meal she had made.
Abby planned on giving that pushy man a piece of her mind as soon as they were alone. Unfortunately, she had ridden with him here on the Harley, so she couldn’t get home on her own. He had even talked her into bringing along a change of clothes so she could spend the night at his house. That plan was out the window, that was for sure.
The women adjourned to the family room after lunch while the men cleaned up and did the dishes. This practice had surprised Abby the first time she had accepted his mother’s invitation for a meal. Her own mother had done all the cooking and cleanup when she was a little girl, and Abby had helped when she had gotten old enough. It had seemed only natural for her to take over the cleanup duties after her mother had died. Her father would go into the living room with a beer, or several, and watch sports while she cleaned up after the meal and put things away. Eventually, Abby had taken over the cooking duties as well.
Cassie offered Abby a tour of the house and she gladly accepted. Despite having been to the big house for a meal several times, Abby had never gotten a tour of the family home. Smiling mischievously, Cassie asked, “Do you want to see Dillon’s old room? It’s got some embarrassing baby pictures of him on the walls. I figure he owes you for not cluing you in to what it means for one of my children to bring a boyfriend or girlfriend to a family lunch.”
“I am so sorry, Mrs. Chisholm,” Abby began to apologize for being there.
“I know I’ve told you before, Abby. Call me Cassie. You have no need to be sorry. What are you sorry about anyway? That my son loves you and wanted to share you with his family?” she asked with an arched brow. “Dillon’s been waiting a long time for you. He’s been ready to settle down for a while now. Sown all his wild oats, as it were. I’m glad he’s found you. I’ve enjoyed getting to know you over the past couple of years.
“I don’t understand. I thought from what I heard at the table that your children didn’t bring girlfriends or boyfriends to Sunday lunch. And how do you know Dillon loves me? It’s a little too soon for that,” said Abby.
“Oh, honey. You are in some kind of denial, aren’t you? My Dillon would never have brought you here if he wasn’t in love with you. He’s never brought another woman to this house to meet me and his father. What’s the matter? Hasn’t he told you that he loves you yet?” Cassie asked very matter-of-factly.
“Well,” Abby started, as she intended to be completely honest with Dillon’s mother. “I guess he has told me he loves me, but I thought it was just…” She trailed off, not wanting Cassie to know that Dillon had only told her he loved her while they were in bed together or on the way to getting there.
“Pillow talk?” finished Cassie impudently. “Oh, don’t worry, honey. I know my boys aren’t monks. I know women find them nearly impos
sible to resist. They take after their father in that way.” Cassie chuckled when Abby turned beet red.
“Well, I’m pretty sure my son wouldn’t tell a woman he loved her, no matter what the circumstances, unless he really did. I guess the question is, how do you feel about my son?” Cassie asked gently.
“We’ve only been a couple for a little over a week, Mrs. Chisholm. I think it’s a little soon for me to know how I feel about your son.” Abby desperately tried to deflect the volatile question.
“Oh, fiddlesticks,” said Cassie. “You’ve known each other more than two years. I knew I loved Dillon’s father a week after I saw him for the first time. I’ve seen the way you and Dillon can’t keep your eyes off each other for more than a few seconds when you’re in the same room. Look into your heart, honey, and tell me you don’t love my son,” she challenged Abby softly.
At Abby’s thoughtful silence, she said, “Don’t get me wrong. I know it won’t be easy loving him. He’s pure alpha male and likes to be the one to dictate how things are going to go. All my sons are like that, to some extent, but Dillon got an extra helping of it. He’s always been like that. Doesn’t fall in love easy, but when he falls, it’s forever. A man like that…it takes a strong woman to love a man like that, but it’s worth the effort. Believe me.”
“Now, the men should be joining us shortly. Why don’t we head back to the family room? Dillon will be anxious if you’re not there when he and the rest of the men get done cleaning up. Oh, and by the way, I’ll be expecting you for lunch every Sunday from now on, ya hear? Only good excuse is hospitalization,” she said, laughing at her own joke.
No sooner had Abby and Cassie returned to the family room than the men arrived, talking and laughing. Abby saw Dillon’s eyes quickly scan the room before they landed on her where she sat on the love seat. He made a beeline for her and crowded in to sit next to her, putting his arm around her and pulling her back to recline slightly on the seat. She absently noted that the married Chisholms took their respective spots next to their brides and did the same.
