Kinkade, Lea - I Got a Feelin' [The Chisholms of Texas 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (24 page)

“The full, unbiased story will be released to the press tonight and be in the papers tomorrow morning. It’s a great human-interest story about overcoming great obstacles and making a life for yourself despite having very little. Successful business woman. Upstanding member of the community. Getting married to the man she loves.

“The Inquisitor isn’t going to give you jack for a story that every reputable newspaper has already printed. The only person who will lose is you. You’ll lose what little speck of self-respect you might have left after all that you’ve done. The police have already been advised of your threats and attempt at extortion. This entire conversation has been recorded. If you go to anyone with this story, you will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.”

“You may go now, Ms. Michaels. I’d say it’s been a pleasure meeting you, but that would be a lie. Remember that Samantha has family now. Family that will protect her. Don’t try to contact her in any way. If you contact the Chisholms again, you will be charged with extortion and harassment. You’re on notice.” Uncle Marcus went to the door as he spoke and opened it wide.

Looking confused at how things had gone so horribly wrong with her little scheme, Tonya headed for the door. As she crossed the threshold, she turned back for one last parting shot.

“This ain’t the end of this. I’ll get what I got coming to me one way or another.”

“Yes, it is, and yes, you will,” said Ryan as his uncle slammed the door shut in Tonya’s face.

Chapter 16

Samantha, Cassie, Taylor, Jessie, and Jordan were all piled into Jessie’s Escalade on their way to Corpus Christi to shop for a wedding dress and bridesmaid dresses. Cassie shared stories of the Chisholm boys’ childhoods with the women and they laughed until they nearly peed their pants. Cassie told Samantha she was making a scrapbook of Ryan’s childhood just as she had for Taylor and Jordan.

They hit the road at 8:00 a.m. in order to get to the first store when it opened at 9:00 a.m. Samantha and Jordan had scoped out five dress shops on the Internet to visit. The girls were having a wonderful time making girl talk on their way to their first stop, the dress shop where Jordan had found her wedding gown. Samantha didn’t really know what she wanted in a dress. She just knew she’d know it when she saw it.

The women had already been to three of the shops when they decided to stop for lunch. Samantha had found two dresses that would work, but the rest of the women encouraged her to keep looking for
the
dress. Though Jordan had found her dress at the first shop she had gone to, she had wanted to check out another shop before she decided to go back and get it, to be sure. She urged Samantha to be patient and find the right one.

Although the ceremony was taking place outside, it would be held in a giant, heated tent set up in the backyard of the big house just in case the weather didn’t cooperate and it was too cold. After all, it was a nighttime wedding in late December. The reception would also be held in a heated tent, so Samantha didn’t have to worry about the style of wedding dress she chose. She was looking for a strapless or a halter-style bodice and was glad the cooler winter temperatures wouldn’t keep her from getting the dress she wanted. Now, if only she could find the right one.

They had a leisurely lunch at an upscale restaurant suggested by Cassie. The restaurant was well-known for its delicious and hearty salads, so each of the women ordered a different salad and they sampled from each other’s plates. As advertised, the salads were delicious and quite filling. Jordan wasn’t able to eat all of her crispy chicken salad with bacon and honey-mustard dressing, but she gave it her all.

“Samantha,” asked Cassie quietly, “have you heard anything more from Tonya Michaels?” At Samantha’s surprised look, Cassie continued. “I’m sorry. Maybe I should just butt out.”

“No, Mom. It’s okay. You can talk to me about anything. Besides, she can’t hurt me anymore. And, no, we haven’t heard a peep from her since Ryan and I confronted her a few weeks ago.”

“Good. She doesn’t know what a gem she’s missed out on, Samantha. She’s got to be the dumbest woman in the world to have given you up.”

“I told you that the private investigators have verified that she had two other children, didn’t I? My half brothers. They were taken from her by the state, too.”

“Yes, you did. Do you know yet whether or not they have been adopted? How old would they be now?”

“They’d be sixteen and eighteen now. The investigator hasn’t been able to verify if they’ve been adopted or not . He’s still digging.”

“You want to find them a lot, don’t you?” asked Jordan.

“Yes. I do. I want to know they’re all right. On one hand, I hope they’ve both been adopted by loving families. On the other hand, I would like to get to know them and I hope there’s a way to do that someday.” Not wanting to spare Tonya Michaels a second thought, Samantha shook off her longing to get to know her half brothers and got back into the spirit of shopping for her wedding dress.

After lunch, the women headed out to the fourth shop, Patsy’s Bridal Shoppe. While Samantha explained what she wanted in a wedding dress, the rest of the women looked for bridesmaid dresses. Patsy herself waited on Samantha, and they went back to the dressing area. After listening to what Samantha told her about her dream dress, Patsy went out into the store and grabbed three dresses, returning with them within a few minutes. She gave them to Samantha and told her to try them on in the order she had given them to her. Curious, Samantha did as she was told and tried on the first dress.

The first dress was beautiful. It was a strapless, A-line, white organza dress. The heart-shaped bodice had pearl beading at the center of the top of the bodice which wound its way down to the waist. The organza skirt had a petticoat look with a swatch of organza pulled tight from the bottom right up to the hip on the left of the dress. There was no train. All of the women oohed and aahed over the dress. It was lovely, but not exactly what Samantha wanted.

The second dress was an elegant empire-waist strapless organza floor-length wedding gown. The organza was covered in lace from breast to thigh with a simple and elegant silk skirt that had no train. Once again, it was a beautiful dress, but it wasn’t the one.

As Samantha removed the third dress from its hanger, she got more and more excited. When Patsy zipped up the back and Samantha turned toward the mirror, she knew she had found the
one.
The dress was an ivory halter-style satin dress with lace appliqués stretching from the halter of the dress down to the waist in varying lengths. The satin skirt was ratcheted up in about twenty places, all around the dress, with matching small lace appliqués. The dress just missed hitting the floor and there was no train. It was perfect.

When Samantha exited the dressing room to show the gown to the rest of the women, there were gasps as the women gathered around. Cassie’s eyes looked suspiciously wet and the rest of the women had huge smiles on their faces.

“It’s perfect, Samantha,” breathed Jordan.

“Absolutely,” assured Taylor. “You look beautiful.”

“Ryan is going to flip when he sees you in that dress,” Jessie said with a smile. Samantha knew they were right. This dress made her look like a princess and was perfect for the wedding.

Patsy went back out to the front and grabbed a headpiece she thought would go with the dress. It was a princess tiara with a short veil in the back and clear beads and rhinestones. With her golden-blonde hair swept up in a loose chignon, she would look like a princess. It was perfect.

Once she had decided on her own dress, she and the other women began to look around in earnest for the bridesmaid dresses. The colors were to be in evergreen, and Christmas red and gold. They found the style they liked, another halter dress ending a few inches below the knees, but Patsy didn’t have the colors in stock. She could order them, but it would take a few weeks to get them in. Getting the go-ahead from Samantha, Patsy took Jordan’s, Jessie’s, and Taylor’s measurements and determined the correct sizes to order.

They would be shipped directly to the women and would be fitted back in Deseo where Cassie knew a good seamstress. The minimal alterations Samantha needed to her own dress would also be done by Cassie’s friend.

Paying for the dresses, the girls decided to go to a nearby department store and look for the perfect shoes to go with the dresses. Once they found them, they piled back into Jessie’s Escalade and headed back to the Ranch.

Jessie dropped Samantha off at the house a little after 4:00 p.m., and Samantha was pleased to see that Ryan was already home.

* * * *

Ryan was in the shower washing off the grime of the day. He and Ryder had spent the morning reorganizing the stock room at Chaps & Spurs. It had needed to be done for some time and they had just kept putting it off. Finally, they both had a free morning, so they had decided to tackle the project and get it out of the way before Ryan and Samantha went on their honeymoon.

Ryan had been thinking about Samantha all day. His cock was hard as a tire iron. As soon as he’d stepped into the shower, Samantha’s scent had surrounded him. Midnight Pomegranate was a scent he would always associate with her. He expected Samantha back later tonight. She had told him not to expect her until after dinner, as they would probably be shopping until the stores closed and then have dinner in Corpus. He didn’t relish a couple more hours with a dick this hard. He’d already tried the cold shower route.

Picking up her scented bodywash, he poured out a generous amount in the palm of his right hand. Fisting his cock, he ran his thumb up the thick shaft, squeezing the head as he felt a shiver glide down his spine and center in his balls. Using harder strokes than Samantha used, he pressed his fingers deep into the pulsing vein on the underside of his cock, dragging his fingers up and down his stiff shaft. His breathing began to quicken. As he started another downward motion, the door to the shower opened and a naked nymph stepped into it with him. His hand dropped from his throbbing cock.

“I think that’s my job.” She was giving him her siren smile that he knew meant trouble.

“Thought you would be gone for a couple more hours. Figured I’d take things in my own hands, if you know what I mean?”

“Oh, I know what you mean, but you should’ve waited. What if I wanted to go a round or two when I got home? You wouldn’t have been any good to me tonight if I let you ‘take things in your own hands.’” She was flat-out teasing him now. He had a quick recovery time and she knew it. She had been the beneficiary of this ability on more than one occasion.

“Just taking the edge off, darlin’. You know your hot, sweet body would have me hard again in no time.”

Her hand closed around his girth. He was still covered in her shower gel, so her hand slid over him easily. She took his cock in a firmer grip than she had ever used before as she fisted his length up and down. He moaned in pleasure as he grew even harder in her little fist.

“If you don’t want me to shoot my load without bringing you along with me, darlin’, you had better let go pretty soon.”

Groaning, he put his hand over hers, stilling her hand on his rock-hard cock. Another minute of her hand on his cock and it would be over for the first round. Now that she was here, he wanted nothing more than to be in her pussy when he came. Keeping her hand in his, he leaned down and pulled her in closer, the water continuing to sluice down their bodies. Thank God for a big water heater.

She reached up for his kiss and their mouths met rapaciously. His tongue delved into her sweet mouth, meeting and dueling with hers. Letting her hand go, he pulled her more tightly to him and his throbbing cock was caught between their bodies. She moaned in pleasure at the feel of him against her naked skin. He knew the water from the showerhead wasn’t the only reason he would find wetness between her legs. Breaking off the kiss, he moved a hand between her thighs, feeling for the viscous cream that was sure to be drenching her swollen pussy, paving the way for his thick length.

Turning her around so that she was facing away from him, he gently pushed her against the shower wall. Drawing both of her arms up from her side, he placed them on the wall beside her head.

“Leave your hands there, darlin’. I don’t want you to move them until I’m done, okay?” She didn’t answer him out loud, but she looked over her shoulder at him and raised one eyebrow sardonically. He could see the teasing light in her eyes, but she nodded her head in agreement.

His body blanketed her from behind as his fingers found their way between her legs and into her hot cunt. She moaned as two of his fingers entered her sweet heat and stroked her depths. He pulled his fingers back to her opening and then thrust his fingers in again, over and over as she moaned out her pleasure. He could feel her body tensing as his fingers continued working between her thighs. Her pussy lips clamped down on his marauding fingers and she arched her back, coming in a slippery rush.

Before she had a chance to recover, he pushed her up against the wall of the shower and entered her from behind. Once she was impaled on his voracious cock, her body started to tremble and she cried out as another orgasm ripped through her. His hands gripping her at her hips, he continued to fuck into her body, feeling her inner muscles convulsing around his engorged shaft. He pumped into her again and again as she screamed out her release, his own orgasm beginning at the small of his back, moving up his spine and around to his balls. Another thrust took him over the precipice and his seed shot out of his cock into her waiting heat. Her hands were still braced against the shower wall, fists clenching convulsively.