Kinkade, Lea - I Got a Feelin' [The Chisholms of Texas 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (3 page)

Chapter 2

Ryan let his head fall back as he groaned with pleasure. He imagined Samantha’s red-tipped mouth open as wide as possible as he pushed his engorged cock in until he could feel the head stroke the back of her throat. Holding the hair at the nape of her neck with his hard hands, he held her head still, thrusting his hard length in and out of her mouth, between those ruby-red lips. He continued stroking for several minutes. Feeling his climax building, he pulled his rampant cock out of her hungry mouth. She crawled onto the edge of the bed so she was on her hands and knees, presenting her drenched pussy to him. Looking over her shoulder, she gave him a look of pure sexual need. He moved up behind her, grabbing her hips in his hard hands and pulling her body back toward his steel-hard cock. Without preamble, he would thrust his length into her slick pussy to the sound of her shriek of pleasure. Ryan was fully into the fantasy now.

With a steady rhythm, he pumped his rock-hard dick in and out of her drenched pussy as she cried out for him to fuck her harder. He tightened his hands on her hips and pulled her closer into his pistoning cock, increasing the tempo and strength of his thrusts as he fucked into her body. Screaming his name in release, her elbows buckled and she rested her forehead on her arms as he continued pumping in and out of her clenching pussy. His own release ripped through his body and he bit back a groan as his cum jetted deep inside her. He came to rest over her back with his cock still buried in her spasming cunt. Once he caught his breath, he pulled his semihard length out of her tight heat as she moaned in pleasure.

Ryan came back to himself as his cum spurted on his hand and his abdomen. Still in the moment, Ryan lay there as he took the fantasy to its natural conclusion.

“God, that was good, Ryan. I can’t seem to get enough of you,” she would say.

Going into the bathroom to wash up, he would return to the bedroom, biting back a groan when he saw her lying in bed waiting for him to join her.

“I can’t stay long,” he would tell her as he crawled into bed and let her settle her head on his shoulder. He’d lay there as he waited for her to fall asleep so he could make his escape.

Ryan Chisholm wasn’t a sleepover kind of guy. He made sure his sexual partners received as much pleasure as they gave, and then he left. He’d never stayed overnight with a woman. He’d never even considered it. It was too intimate, and the woman might start getting ideas that he had a more long-term interest in her than he actually did. Ryan wasn’t near ready to settle down with one woman. He had too many wild oats left to sow. He and Ryder had made a pact, and he hadn’t yet met a woman who made him want to break it. So, after she fell asleep, he would gently extricate himself from her body, get dressed quietly, and let himself out of her apartment.

Leaving the building, he would get into his truck and drive home to the house he and Ryder shared on the Ranch. As he drove away, he would be contemplating whether or not he’d be seeing the beautiful woman in the bed upstairs again.

Ryan opened his eyes, feeling strangely disquieted after the fantasy of having Samantha in his bed, her mouth around his cock. In his mind, he hadn’t wanted to leave. He’d wanted to stay and make love to Samantha over and over throughout the night. Normally, after a good orgasm he gained a temporary release from this sense of restlessness he’d been feeling lately. The fact that he wasn’t feeling that release anymore worried him, as did the fact that, in his fantasy, instead of wanting to run out the door, he had wanted to stay in bed, holding Samantha, all night long. Maybe he should have taken Sheila up on her offer of a little horizontal action tonight, but he’d broken up with her more than three weeks ago and, really, once he had met Samantha, he didn’t want to be balls deep in any woman but her. He wasn’t a cheater and he hadn’t asked anyone out since he’d called it quits with Sheila. His sights were now set firmly on Samantha Michaels, and he didn’t want any woman but her right now. More than likely, it wouldn’t last much longer than a few weeks, but, while it did, she would have his full attention.

Chapter 3

The following Monday, Samantha took her lunch to the park and sat in the shade of the big oak tree, eating her tuna-salad sandwich. She had brought her Kindle with her and planned to start a new erotic romance while she ate. Samantha loved erotic romances. She found hope in the heroes and wished she could find a man like that someday. So far, she hadn’t ended up with any heroes. Maybe she should go after the rakes.

As she settled under the oak tree, she heard a truck door slam nearby. Looking up, she saw Ryan Chisholm walking toward her with a rakish smile on his face. Speak of the devil.

“Just the pretty lady I was looking for,” he said with a smile.

“Oh, why would you be looking for me?” Samantha hadn’t been expecting to see the tall drink of water, and her body was betraying her right now in some major ways.

“I wanted to ask you out to dinner this week sometime. I’m off from the club on Tuesday and Thursday nights. Would either of those work for you?”

“I don’t think I’m ready to go out with anyone yet. I just moved to town a few weeks ago. I don’t really know anyone yet."

“That’s what the date is all about, darlin’. Getting to know each other.”

“I don’t think that would be such a good idea. Besides, if I remember right, your sister-in-law told me you were seeing someone already. I don’t really like being the ‘other woman.’” She really didn’t want to get involved with another rich playboy, and she definitely wasn’t going out with someone when he already had a girlfriend.

“Sheila and I are history. We broke up nearly three weeks ago.”

He sure didn’t let much grass grow under his feet before moving on to the next conquest, did he? She was just contemplating a plausible brush-off line when he spoke again.

“Tell you what. I’ll go get a deli sandwich from Mancini’s and I’ll bring it back here. We can talk over lunch. Get to know each other a little better. Then maybe you’d feel comfortable going out with me some night. What do you say?”

She looked at him consideringly. “All right. I’ll wait to start my lunch until you get back with yours. I only have an hour, though, so make it quick.” What was she doing? She knew nothing good would come of her getting any closer to this rich playboy.

“No problem, darlin’. They usually make up a bunch of their specials in brown-bag lunches. I’ll get one of them and be back in a few minutes.”

True to his word, he was back in less than ten minutes. Sitting down beside her, he moved in closely, crossed his legs, and used his lap as a tray to set his lunch on. It looked like the special of the day was a ham sandwich, chips, a pickle, and an apple. He also had a drink with him.

“So, what brought you to Deseo, Samantha?” Ryan asked after he had taken a bite, chewed, and swallowed.

Samantha had just taken a bite out of her tuna-salad sandwich and took the time to finish chewing and swallowed before she started speaking. She decided to give him a very generalized version. “I’ve lived in the Corpus Christi area all my life. I was getting sick of the daily grind. I wanted to get out of the city. I saw the advertisement that Celia had placed in the paper looking for someone to buy in to the flower shop, and the rest, as they say, is history.”

Attempting to divert the conversation away from herself, she asked, “How do you like owning Chaps & Spurs? It’s very nice, by the way. Seems to be really popular.”

“Yep. The most popular club within fifty miles. We get people coming in from as far away as Corpus. We have a lot of rodeo memorabilia on the walls of the club. It’s almost like a museum of past and present rodeo history. Hard-core rodeo buffs really enjoy looking at all the stuff. We’re adding to it all the time,” he said with pride.

“So, did you and your brother ride in the rodeo when you were younger?” She noticed that his hair shone almost blue when the sunlight caught it just right.

“Yes, up until a little more than six years ago we both rode. We decided to get out while we were still relatively healthy.”

“Were you any good?” Samantha didn’t know why she was trying to draw this man out. She really had no desire to get to know him better. The wetness between her thighs and her dimpling nipples had nothing to do with how close he was sitting to her. It had just been a long time since she’d been the subject of a man’s undivided attention.

“We both held our own, darlin’. So, what did you do in Corpus? Were you a florist there as well?” He wasn’t subtle about turning the attention back onto her.

“Yes, I’ve been a florist for several years. For a short time, I owned a place called The Flower Shoppe. I sold my interest and decided to move here for a simpler life.” She was getting uncomfortable with the turn the conversation had taken and she knew that Ryan could see that.

“I sense a story there. But I’ll wait until we get to know each other better to hound you about it.”

“Thanks. I think.” She hoped her sarcastic response didn’t reveal that she was uncomfortable talking about herself.

They talked a little about the town and ate their lunches. When they were both finishing up, Ryan asked, “So, are you going to come in next Friday night and sit with the girls? My brothers and I get together from 7:00 p.m. to 9:00 p.m. to play pool and catch up with each other, but I’d love to dance with you afterwards. Do you dance?”

“I’ll probably be there. I really like your sister and sisters-in-law. I had fun last Friday. And, yes, I love to dance. If you’re there I’ll probably see you around.”

“How about you and I have dinner together Saturday night? I’d love to take you out somewhere nice and wine and dine you, darlin’.”

“I don’t think I know you well enough to go out on a date with you, yet. Maybe another time.”

“Okay, darlin’. We’ll get better acquainted on Friday night. I’m looking forward to it. Thanks for the company. It was the best lunch I’ve had in quite a while.”

Blushing, she ducked her head and concentrated on putting her lunch away in her minicooler. “I’ll see you later, then,” she said as she started to walk away from the tree.

“Count on it, darlin’,” he said in that sexy, low voice of his.

As she walked away, she felt his eyes on her until she turned the corner, but she never looked back. Knowing Ryan watched as she walked away from him, she put a little extra swing in her step. Now why in the world had she done that? She did not want to get this man’s attention. Pushing him out of her head, she returned to work.

“Hey, kiddo. Have a nice lunch? I saw you sitting with Ryan Chisholm under the big old oak tree at the park. I didn’t realize you knew him.” Celia was about as subtle as a ton of bricks.

“I just met him Friday night. I went to Chaps & Spurs with Jordan, Jessie, and Taylor Chisholm. Met some of their other friends. Jessie introduced me to both Ryan and Ryder.” Samantha didn’t think Celia needed to know about the visceral reaction she had had to Ryan. She’d just keep that little nugget to herself.

“He and his brothers are notorious in town. Ryan and Ryder are called the
flirt twins,
and they totally deserve their nicknames. Don’t get me wrong. They would never hurt you physically. They do seem to go through a lot of girlfriends, though. I wouldn’t want to see you get hurt.” Celia looked like she’d rather be doing anything other than warning Samantha off of one of the sainted Chisholms.

“Don’t worry, Celia. I knew they were players the second I met them. I have no intention of being another notch on a Chisholm’s bedpost. It was just lunch. He saw me under the tree and invited himself to join me. He asked me out on a date, but I turned him down. I’m sure once he figures I’m not going to invite him into my bed anytime soon, he’ll give up and move onto greener pastures.” Samantha appreciated her friend’s concern. Little did she know how strongly Samantha disliked rich playboys.

“Well, as long as you know what you’re getting into. If you were looking for a bit of fun, though, you probably couldn’t go wrong with one of those boys.” When Samantha looked over at her in consternation, Celia had the grace to flush. “Well, I may be older than you, but I’m not dead.”

Samantha gave the other woman a quick hug and then headed to the back to work up a few arrangements. Celia never ceased to amaze her. That comment about having some fun cracked her up. She couldn’t believe how much she liked Celia already. Since meeting her nearly two months ago, they had spent a lot of time together, both in person and on the phone. The older woman had been nothing but kind to her since the moment they met. Celia reminded her a lot of Sandy. Fifty-five years old and never married, Celia was still a very nice-looking woman with short, brown hair with flecks of gray and beautiful, moss-green eyes. She had aged well.

Samantha remembered the first time she had talked to Celia. She had felt a kinship to this woman that she hadn’t felt before except with Sandy. After the debacle with Michael, Sandy’s brother, Samantha knew she wanted to get away from Corpus Christi. There were too many unhappy memories there. She needed to find a new job and move so that she could get on with her life. If she was being honest with herself, she would admit that she no longer wanted to be someone’s employee. Sandy had given her a taste of independence, and she liked it.

She began looking for opportunities to invest her newfound wealth in a new business. She didn’t really want to learn a new business, but she knew that an opportunity to invest in an established florist business wasn’t going to magically materialize.