Must Be Doin' Somethin' Right [The Chisholms of Texas 3] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Lea Kinkade

  “It’s a twelve and a half, baby. So, you’re picking out the old ball and chain, huh?”

  “You’d better believe it big guy. I plan on chaining you to me until death do us part. I can be just as possessive as you can be and I want everyone to know you are taken.” She heard him chuckle at the other end of the line.

  “How are you feeling, baby? You’re not overdoing it are you? Make sure you keep some food in your stomach. You don’t want to get nauseous like you have been this past week.”

  “I’m fine, Dillon. You haven’t told your brothers about you know what, have you?” she whispered as she hid her mouth with the hand not holding the cell phone.

  “You know what? What are you talking about, Abby? Oh, is someone other than Jessie or Taylor around? I thought you already told them about the baby.”

  “Please tell me your brothers are not right there with you.”

  “Of course not, baby. You said you wanted to keep the baby a secret for a while yet. I’m by myself. Doing a little shopping of my own. I’m meeting back up with everyone else in a little while for lunch.”

  “Good. And I know what I told you. Of course everyone is still out with me. Well, your mom went back to the hotel room with the kids, but the rest of us are still power shopping.” Jordan and Jen had been gravitating back toward her and could probably hear her part of the conversation now so she was extra careful about what she said. She could still see Samantha across the store looking at watches for Ryan.

  “Don’t overdue it, Abby. I don’t want you tired out tomorrow. I’ve got plans for you after the ceremony. I still can’t believe my mother is insisting we have separate rooms tonight. Does she think we’re both virgins or what?” She could hear the smile in his voice.

  “I promise we’re about done. I’ve got plans for you, too, hot stuff. We went to Frederick’s of Hollywood. I picked up a few things to wear under the absolutely stunning dress I bought for the wedding. I can’t wait for you to see them.”

  “I can’t wait, either. Can you give me a hint?”

  “Well, all I can say is that it’s more about what isn’t there than what is.” She giggled. “If you know what I mean.”

  “Tell me more.”

  “I can’t right now, Dillon,” she said softly. “There are too many people around.” All three women were standing next to her and looking at her with knowing smiles on their faces.

  “You were supposed to call him to get his ring size, Abby, not have phone sex with him.” Jessie laughed. “Tell him you’ll see him later. We have to meet Mom and Taylor in a little while for lunch.”

  “Jessie says,” started Abby but Dillon interrupted her.

  “I heard. Tell my meddling sister to mind her own business,” he laughed. “Oh, by the way, Eli should be arriving at the hotel around three this afternoon. The guys and I will be back before then. I’ll see you later, baby. Take care of yourself. I love you.”

  “I love you, too, Dillon. See you later. Maybe I’ll give you a little preview of my purchases before we go down to dinner.”

  “I can’t wait. See you soon.” Abby sighed as she pressed the button to end the call. She got the attention of the salesperson and told him the size for the ring. The ring would have to be sized, but the man promised he could have it ready first thing in the morning.

  She told the other women what Dillon had said about the men not returning to the hotel until later that afternoon. Jessie called Taylor and Cassie to meet them for lunch at a restaurant in the hotel. While Abby had been talking to Dillon, Levi had called Taylor to see if she needed help with Hunter, so they already knew the men’s plans. After lunch, the women all agreed to take some time for themselves in their rooms.

  * * * *

  Abby was asleep on the bed when Dillon let himself back into their suite. Looking at the shopping bags, he could tell she’d had a busy and productive day. So had he. He’d spent a couple of hours this morning shopping for his beautiful fiancée. He wanted to get her a necklace and matching bracelet she could wear for the ceremony. They may not be having the huge wedding Chisholms were known for, but he wanted to give her something that would always make her remember their wedding when she saw it or wore it. He’d ended up in a shop called Tesorini. Finding what he wanted, he decided to call his mother to see if Abby had picked out her dress yet, wanting to make sure the necklace and bracelet wouldn’t clash with her outfit. He was a man. What did he know about it?

  As luck would have it, his mother and Taylor had taken the kids back to the room and weren’t within earshot of Abby. He described the necklace and bracelet to his mother, and she agreed it was a perfect choice. Taking out his billfold, he gave the saleswoman his credit card and took possession of the jewelry. Mission accomplished.

  Looking at her lying there so soft and warm, Dillon wanted to slip into bed, ease up against her, and take her from behind. It was warm in the room. Quickly opening the small safe in the room, he secured the necklace and bracelet then headed back into the bedroom to his soon-to-be wife. Shucking his clothes, he crawled into bed with her and nudged her body toward him so that her back was against his chest. She was naked underneath the thin sheet.

  He knew this would be the last time he would make love to his fiancée. The next time they made love, Abby would be his wife. His mother was insisting that Dillon stay with Ryder and Eli in their room tonight so that Dillon didn’t see Abby until she was walking down the aisle. His mother, sisters, and sisters-in-law were planning a lingerie shower in his parents’ suite while the men had a low-key bachelor party planned for Dillon. Afterwards, Dillon would spend the night with his brothers and Abby would be sleeping alone. He had thought, since they were in Las Vegas, they would be able to bypass this little tradition that had started when Levi and Taylor had gotten married, but his mother was insistent. Abby didn’t have the heart to tell her no since they were virtually eloping, so Dillon had to grin and bear it.

  Gently, he cupped the gentle swell of her abdomen. He couldn’t tell yet that she was pregnant. His baby was growing here, inside this amazing woman. He felt on top of the world and scared to death at the same time. He’d never felt so responsible for another person before, and now he felt it for two people—Abby and his unborn child. It thrilled him at the same time that it humbled him. Would he make a good husband? Would he be a good father? He’d had a great example in his own father, but he was much more intense than his father was. Hell, he was much more intense than any of his brothers, too.

  Sighing deeply, he lay there with his hardened cock straining against her ass cheeks. It wanted to be inside Abby and it wanted in now. But, he wasn’t the sum total of what his dick wanted. If he couldn’t see her after the dinner tonight until tomorrow, he wanted her to remember their time together with pleasure so intense that she had trouble sleeping tonight without him beside her. Inside her.

  His hand moved up to cup her breasts and finger her nipples, causing them to grow tight into pebbled hardness. He continued to fondle her as she showed signs of slowly waking up. When she turned her head so that she faced him and he saw her sleep-flushed face and sleepy eyes soften with love he tumbled further in love with her. Lowering his head, Dillon nuzzled against her temple with butterfly kisses. He moved lazily down over her eyes and nose so that he could take her mouth with his. Gently, so gently, he brought their lips together in a sweet kiss. His hands gliding up and down her naked torso, he let them meander down to her thighs a few times as he stoked her desire. The heat grew between them as he lowered his body into the cradle of her open thighs.

  Bracing his weight on his elbows, he slid his body against hers, moving to take her lips once again in a deep, wet kiss. He knew she could feel his hard erection as her hands moved from his hips, attempting to grasp him in her hot little hands. Holding her hands in his, he raised them gently over her head, whispering words of love between sweet, slow kisses. She answered his kisses with equal fervor as she squirmed to be closer to him. Moving down her body,
he nuzzled down the curve of her neck and over her chest to her breasts, swollen with her need. Lingering there, he began kissing and suckling on her erect nipples, making her moan in pleasure. As his lips and tongue moved over her ribs and down over her belly, his hands found her moist heat.

  Looking into her eyes as her body lay beneath him, he caught his breath with the emotion shining back at him and heaved out a great sigh of contentment. For, in her eyes, he saw acceptance, love, and trust for who and what he was. Moving down her body, he shouldered in between her thighs as he settled in for a while. Gently holding her outer lips open with his thumbs, he bent to lick between her silken folds. Arching up and into his mouth and tongue, she cried out with pleasure, her hands digging into the bedding until her fisted knuckles were white with the strain. His tongue continued to slide between her folds, tasting her sweet cream as her body prepared itself for his invasion.

  Gasping with want, she continued to lift her hips into his stroking tongue. He knew she wanted his lips and tongue on her clit, and he planned to give her just that—eventually. For now, though, he gorged himself on her essence, bringing her desire to a fevered pitch. Over and over his tongue swept into her pussy in deep thrusts and shallow digs while she continued to pull at the bedding.

  Dillon felt her thighs begin to tremble against his body and knew her orgasm was imminent. With one last lick through her silken heat, he turned his attention to her clit, sucking it into his mouth, causing her release to shatter around her. Her breath left her in a deep exhale as her body went lax around him.

  Knowing her pussy would be flooded with her cream, Dillon crawled back up her body, his hard cock nudging against her slick entrance. Giving his cock that extra little push to get past her tight opening, he sank into her to the hilt, feeling the head of his cock brushing against her cervix. Sighing softly at his entry, Abby’s arms reached up so that she was clutching his biceps in her hands. He could feel the small bite as her blunt nails dug into his skin. He reveled in the feeling.

  Holding her hips in his tight grip, Dillon began to move into her body at a steady pace, thrusting and pulling almost all the way out of her tight cunt to the rhythm in his mind. As the pleasure of feeling the walls of her hot pussy glove his cock with each pass rose up in him, the rhythm began to race through him. His thrusts sped up until he was pounding his rampant cock into her over and over again.

  As he continued, he could hear Abby’s soft panting stutter in her throat, telling him she was getting close to release. The force of his thrusts grew with renewed vigor as he changed the angle of his entry, ensuring direct clitoral stimulation. Even if Abby hadn’t groaned out his name at her release, Dillon would have known she had come by the tight clenching of her inner muscles around his cock. As her spasming muscles took hold of his engorged cock, he tumbled into his orgasm, letting himself fall into it as he pressed his cock deep into her pussy one last time, his cum shooting into her depths over and over again.

  His strength gone, and breathing heavily, Dillon’s body collapsed onto Abby’s. He had just enough strength to fall to the side so he didn’t crush her body beneath his own. As he rolled to his back, he pulled her with him so that she was snuggled against his side and chest. Her free hand caressed his chest and abs as they lay there, each catching their breath.

  “I love you, Abby,” he murmured in her ear.

  “I love you, too, Dillon. So much.”

  * * * *

  Dillon woke up refreshed. He could feel Abby’s soft body tucked into his side, her left hand, adorned with her engagement ring, resting on his chest. He smiled to himself. Life was good. He held the woman of his dreams naked in his arms and he was marrying her tomorrow among his close-knit family. As he lay there thinking about their future, Abby snuggled in deeper. They were supposed to meet the rest of his family at the restaurant at 8:00 p.m. for dinner before separating for the evening for their respective parties. Waning sunlight drifted in around the curtains at the terrace, telling him that it was probably later than he thought. Straining to see the alarm clock on the bedside table, Dillon swore softly when he noticed the time. Knowing she would kill him if he didn’t wake her up right away so she could start getting ready, Dillon leaned down and kissed her forehead lightly.

  “Abby, baby. Time to wake up,” he murmured in her ear.

  “Mmmph,” was her only response.

  “Baby. Listen to me. We have to get up and get ready for dinner. Everyone will be waiting for us.” Abby hated waking up. Didn’t matter if it was early in the morning, late in the morning, or in the afternoon. She simply hated waking up. She’d been known to sock him in the chest before when he attempted to roust her from bed.

  “Don’ wanna. Wanna sleep,” she mumbled as she lifted the hand from his chest and fumbled up his body, attempting to find his mouth so she could cover it. He laughed and had to jerk his head up quickly to avoid a finger in the eye. “Fif’een more,” she begged.

  He chuckled in her ear. “No, Abby. It’s already six o’clock. We’ve only got an hour until we have to meet everyone for dinner. We need to get up so we can get ready.”

  * * * *

  Abby was drifting in the languidness of those moments between being deeply asleep and coming gently awake. She knew she said something to him, begging for more time. When he chuckled in her ear, she was about ready to smack him until he said the magic words. Less than an hour to get ready for their dinner tonight. Shit! It wasn’t morning. It was evening.

  Extricating herself from his arms, she scrambled out of bed and headed naked toward the bathroom. When he laughed at her again, she flipped him off over her shoulder as she shut the bathroom door so she could take a shower.

  They were only fifteen minutes late meeting everyone at the restaurant for dinner.

  In a dark corner of the restaurant, near the coat closet, Dillon took Abby into his arms. His kiss started gently but ended in a tangle of lips and tongue as their bodies each heated up. Abby knew he could feel the bite of her erect nipples through his dress shirt and the scrap of black silk that was the bodice of her dress. She could definitely feel the press of his straining erection through the fabric of his black dress pants. As he turned the kiss back into a gentle mating of their mouths, he made her promise to have a good time with the women but urged her to get the women to meet up with the men so that he could have a few dances with her before they had to separate for the night.

  * * * *

  Eli and Ryder wanted to take the men to a strip club but Dillon and the rest of the men demurred, so they ended up at Dylan’s Dance Hall and Saloon down the strip from the hotel. Although spelled different, all of the men agreed it was meant to be. It seemed appropriate and, according to the concierge at the hotel, was supposed to resemble an authentic Texas country-dance club, touting both a large dance floor as well as pool tables. The men arranged for a limo for the night, as well as one for the women, and headed over in style. When they arrived, Dillon was surprised at how much it reminded him of his brothers’ place in Deseo, Chaps & Spurs, just without all the rodeo memorabilia. Drinking beer and playing pool with his brothers and father created just the atmosphere Dillon was looking for on the night before he got married.

  Dillon, Xander, Levi, and his father were playing pool in the far corner of the honky-tonk while Ryan, Ryder, and Eli looked on waiting for their turn. The married men were throwing Dillon little bits of wisdom.

  “Don’t ever underestimate the power of a good foot rub,” advised Ryan. “Samantha is putty in my hands after a good rubdown.”

  “Giving her flowers is never a mistake. Unless, like Ryan, you’re married to a florist,” said Xander.

  “Listen to her when she talks to you but don’t think you always have to fix everything. Sometimes, she just wants to be listened to,” added Levi.

  Ryder and Eli laughed at their married brothers’ suggestions. “Man, you guys have turned into wimps. The woman is supposed to give you the massage, not the other way around,” d
eclared Eli.

  “Yeah, and talking is overrated.” Ryder laughed.

  “What do you think, Dad? You must have some advice for Dillon. You’ve been married to mom for nearly thirty-five years. What’s your advice?” asked Eli.

  The brothers all looked to their father and waited for the pearl of wisdom that had seen his father and mother through such a long marriage. Alex took a drink from his beer, and said, “Doesn’t matter how the argument came about. You should always take the initiative to make up.” The boys looked on solemnly, sure that their father had more to add. “That way you can always count on makeup sex,” he added with a smile.

  “What?” he exclaimed when all of the boys looked at him incredulously. “How do you think we had eight kids, anyway?” He looked at their stunned faces and nearly laughed himself off his stool.

  Ryder’s and Eli’s attention was divided between the pool game and flirting with everything in a short skirt or a pair of tight jeans. Eli was recognized by many patrons of the bar, and several buckle-bunny wannabes approached him, offering him room keys and paper napkins with their numbers on them. The women seemed intensely interested in all the brothers until they realized several of them had wedding rings on and were told Dillon was getting married in the morning. After that, they directed their attention at Eli and Ryder. Eli, especially, seemed to eat up the attention.

  Dillon worried about his little brother. He knew his mother did, too. Eli rarely came home between events anymore even when he had an extended break. He made it home for most important family events but not much else. Dillon and the rest of the family had been hearing things about Eli’s behavior on the rodeo circuit near the end of this past rodeo year. Eli was seemingly distracted by the sheer number of available women that wanted a piece of his time. His riding had suffered at the end, and he’d hung on by the skin of his teeth to win the championship title for bull riding here in Vegas just a few weeks ago. Now, Eli wanted one more year to defend his title before he came back to the Ranch full-time to head up the Land-Management Division of CRE.