Must Be Doin' Somethin' Right [The Chisholms of Texas 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) (25 page)

“Dillon…” she whispered breathlessly as he stroked through her soft folds, dipping a finger inside her.

“You’re hot, wet, and so damn tight, baby. I can’t get enough of you,” he groaned.

A second finger slipped inside her as she arched helplessly. She knew she wasn’t going to last long. He played her body like a violin. She turned her head and he kissed her breathless.

“Make love to me, Dillon. I need you.”

Dillon withdrew his fingers from the folds of her pussy to grasp his cock. Positioning himself at her entrance, he nudged forward, his hips pressing against her buttocks. She sucked in a breath as he made that first thrust where her body fought his girth, her pussy closing around his cock like a vise. He rocked against her, back and forth, his hand gripping her hip possessively. He began to move against and inside her faster as she arched, pushing back to meet his movements.

His thrusts grew stronger as he sank his cock deeper into her body. His hand moved down from her hip to the lips of her pussy. When he found her swollen clit, his fingers stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves. She felt the wave of her orgasm rising up inside her as he continued to strum her sensitive nub. Another stroke and her release broke over her, sweeping her into a maelstrom of sensation.

Seeking his own release, Dillon began to thrust hard and fast as his hand moved back to grip her hip, holding her still as he pounded deeply into her sheath. With one last thrust, he groaned deeply as he spent his seed deep inside her body. He continued to move inside her as he rocked his hips against her gently, setting off a smaller orgasm in her body.

When he finally stilled, he was still lodged deep in her pulsing cunt, her inner muscles continuing to milk his cock. She lay against him, enjoying the feel of him still inside her and loving the deep sense of connection she had with him at moments like this. Tired after the events of the day, she lay quietly in his arms, their bodies still intimately connected. His hand traveled lazily up and down her body in soothing motions as he kissed her lightly on the neck. Feeling safe and secure, but exhausted from the events of the day, she fell asleep in his arms.

Abby and Dillon awoke to somebody leaning on the doorbell and knocking loudly. Dillon looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table and swore softly.

“What is it?” asked Abby.

“We overslept, baby. That’s probably the sheriff and the prosecutor. It’s after 9:00 a.m.”

“Shit. Throw on some clothes and go answer the door. I’ll meet y’all in the kitchen.” Abby was up and out of bed on her way to the bathroom as she spoke.

“I’ll start a pot of coffee. I have a feeling we’re going to need it.” Dillon pulled on a pair of jeans and a pulled a fresh T-shirt out of his drawer. He grabbed a pair of socks and Abby saw him head out to answer the door just as she was returning to the bedroom. She pulled out a black, lacy bra and matching G-string, grabbed a pair of jeans and a blouse, and dressed quickly. She put on a thick pair of socks to keep her feet warm and ran a brush through her thick hair, putting it up into a ponytail before leaving the bedroom. Finished, she walked out to meet Sheriff Decker and the county attorney, Jim Mason, a younger man only recently elected to the position.

Jim Mason had been with the Judge Advocate General Corps for three years before moving to the area and establishing a private practice primarily in litigation. He had been the bane of the existence of the previous county attorney for four years as a top-notch criminal defense attorney. When the old county attorney was about to retire, he asked Jim to step in to the remaining one-year term, and Jim did so. When reelections came around this past November, Jim won handily. Abby had even voted for the handsome, blond-haired Adonis. She liked his stand on most of the issues and felt that she could live with his stand on the ones she didn’t. The other party’s candidate had been far too cocky for Abby’s liking. Now, she had to deal with the handsome man on what was sure to be an embarrassing situation.

When she walked into the kitchen, the men were already sitting at the kitchen table. As they started to get up, in southern-gentlemanly fashion, she quickly shooed them back into their seats and took the remaining seat next to Dillon. Dillon had made her a cup of coffee just the way she liked it, and it was sitting on the table in front of her. She smiled her thanks to him as she took a quick sip. She needed the fortification.

“Sorry to have woken you up, Ms. Barnes. We thought you’d want to know what happened at the initial appearance this morning for Hernandez and get the rest of the questions over with as soon as possible,” offered Sheriff Decker. “Abby. Dillon. This is the county attorney, Jim Mason. He’s going to be handling this case personally.”

“Pleased to meet you both, though I wish it was under better circumstances,” replied the county attorney.

“It’s nice to meet you, as well, Mr. Mason. I appreciate you taking on this case personally. It means a lot to me,” said Abby truthfully.

“Good to meet you, Mason. Glad to have you on the case,” spoke Dillon for the first time.

“Please call me Jim. We’re going to be talking to each other a lot over the next few months, no doubt, Ms. Barnes, Mr. Chisholm.”

“In that case, please call us Abby and Dillon, Jim. I voted for you, you know.”

“Thank you kindly, Abby. It’s always nice to meet a supporter. Now, we need to have you go through your story again if you could. If you don’t mind, I’m going to be using a digital recorder as well as taking notes. Start when you were at your car. I believe you told the sheriff that it wouldn’t start? What happened after that?”

So, sipping coffee, Abby related what had happened as she got out of her car to go back to Raymond’s to call Dillon to pick her up. She went through it a couple of times with both Decker and Jim asking questions along the way. She felt she was forgetting something but couldn’t put her finger on whatever it was. She finished the story for the third time, all the while Decker and Jim had been taking copious notes.

When she thought they had run out of questions, she noticed Decker and Jim looking at each other questioningly. They both turned their attention back to Abby, and Jim spoke first.

“The thing is, Abby, that we’re trying to figure out what made Hernandez crack yesterday. From all the evidence we’ve gathered from his house and truck, we don’t think he planned on kidnapping you yesterday. Can you think of anything that happened that would have caused him to make his move yesterday rather than wait until he had all of his arrangements in place? There is definitely evidence he planned on trying to kidnap you, but most of the items he was planning to use were still in a bin at the house—duct tape, bandannas, handcuffs—that sort of thing. He didn’t have them with him in the truck. So, we don’t think he was ready to make his move just yet. Think back. Can you think of any reason he would have stepped up his plans?” asked Decker.

Abby was silent as she relived the events from yesterday, thinking about everything she said and did after Jaime arrived on the scene. She remained silent as she went through what happened frame by frame. That’s when she suddenly remembered.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed. “How could I have forgotten?” She looked at Dillon beseechingly, silently begging him to forgive her for forgetting the most important news she had ever received.

“What is it, baby? What did you remember?” he asked her worriedly.

“Guys, can I have a couple of minutes alone with Dillon?” she asked.

“Abby, we’re almost done here. Can’t it wait a few minutes?” asked Jim.

“No. It can’t. Please, just excuse us for a few minutes. We’ll be right back.” Looking at Dillon, she could tell he was as confused by her request as the other men were.

“Dillon? Would you come with me please?” Abby got up from the table and headed out of the kitchen toward the bedroom. She didn’t look back to see if Dillon was following her. She could hear his footsteps behind her on the hardwood floors. When she got to the bedroom, she waited by the door until Dillon entered the room and she closed the door softly behind him.

“What’s going on, baby? What do you need to talk to me about?” He looked utterly confused, and she couldn’t hold back her grin as she took a good, long look at this man that she loved so much.

“Do you remember why I went into Deseo yesterday?” she asked softly.

She watched his face closely as he frowned, obviously thinking back to the day before and trying to remember the reason she went into town in the middle of a work day. She saw the second that he remembered when his frown turned into a look of wonder.

“Shit,” he said softly, seeming at a loss for words.

“Yeah.”

“Really?” he asked in a husky voice.

“Really. We’re going to have a baby, Dillon Chisholm.” She continued to watch him closely, trying to gauge his mood. Was he happy? Disappointed?

“Holy shit, baby. We’re having a baby!” he exclaimed loudly. She was sure that anyone within hearing distance of the house could have heard him. Certainly the men in the kitchen now knew. He picked her up and swung her around in a circle, laughing in delight. After a couple of circles, he set her gently back on her feet, running his hands up and down her sides as if ensuring himself that she was all right.

Putting her hands on his face, she held him still for a sweet kiss. “You’re happy, then? Not wishing that we had more time before having kids?”

“Fuck no, Abby. I’m thrilled. Shit. Is everything okay with you and the baby? That bastard Hernandez didn’t do something to you that you haven’t told me about, did he?”

“No,” she assured him. “That’s not why I wanted to talk to you alone. I just didn’t want you to find out you were going to be a daddy in front of other people. I thought we should be alone, at least for the first time.”

“Thank you, baby. I’m glad you did that. I’d forgotten all about your seeing the doctor yesterday with everything that was going on.”

“I know. Me, too. I’m glad you’re happy. So am I. Let’s go back to the kitchen so I can explain to the county attorney why I think Jaime did what he did yesterday.”

Taking her hand, Dillon led her back into the kitchen. Both Sheriff Decker and Jim Mason stood up when the couple entered the room. Sheriff Decker had a big shit-eating grin on his face.

“Congratulations, you two. Sorry, we couldn’t help but overhear your good news. When’s the wedding going to be?” asked Decker.

“The sooner, the better as far as I’m concerned,” said Dillon. “Abby and I will talk about everything after we finish this. Go ahead, baby. Tell us what you think set Hernandez off yesterday.” They waited for Abby to sit and then took their seats. All eyes were on her.

“When he came up to me, I was getting out of my car to go back into Raymond’s to call Dillon to come get me. Jaime startled me, and I dropped my purse. Before I left the doctor’s office, they gave me several pamphlets on pregnancy and childbirth classes. I put them in my purse and they fell out when my purse landed on the ground. He bent down to help me pick up everything that fell out and saw the pamphlets. He got really angry.” Looking at Dillon, she went on, “He said…He said I shouldn’t be having a Chisholm brat then he tried to manhandle me into his truck. You know the rest.”

“That explains a lot. Anything else you can remember, Abby?” asked Jim Mason.

“No. That’s everything. What happens now?”

“Now, I put together the strongest case I can on every charge I can think of. Believe me, there are plenty. His initial appearance was this morning, and he was denied bail. A local attorney was appointed to represent him. The attorney has already requested a psychological evaluation. I’m not sure, at this point, if the attorney is trying to use Mr. Hernandez’s mental health as a defense or to get out of a trial all together. Hernandez was pretty out of it at the hearing,” explained Jim.

Dillon, who had been silent until now, exploded, standing up from his chair and accidentally kicking it over backward. “What the hell do you mean get out of a trial all together?”

Jim Mason didn’t show any emotion in the face of Dillon’s anger. Instead, he explained himself to Abby while Dillon pulled himself together, picked up his chair, and sat back down.

“Mr. Hernandez has a constitutional right to contribute to his own defense and understand the charges against him. If his behavior this morning wasn’t an act, he may be sent away to get mental health treatment until he can do that. If he never gets to that point, he could spend the rest of his life in an institution.”

“That’s fucking bullshit and you know it. This asshole is faking this to cover his ass,” said Dillon hotly.

“That’s what the psych eval is for.” Seeing that Dillon still wasn’t satisfied with that response, the prosecutor went on, “Look, let’s just wait and see what the doctors say and we’ll deal with whatever comes. I promise I’ll do everything I can to make sure this man isn’t a threat to Abby ever again. I’ll let you know when we get the results. There will be another hearing. It will probably be about two weeks or so.” Although the meeting seemed finished, neither man made a move to leave. The sheriff was holding a stack of pictures, facedown, in front of him.

“There is something else we should discuss. I think you need to be aware of what we found in Mr. Hernandez’s house. Once all the charges are filed, it will all be public knowledge, so I think you should both be fully prepared.” Abby didn’t like the sound of this. She reached out for Dillon’s hand, having a feeling she would need his support.

For the next half hour, the sheriff and the prosecutor detailed the items found in the master bedroom of Jaime’s house. The more she heard, the more Abby was convinced that Jaime Hernandez was a deeply disturbed individual. She was shown picture after picture showing that he had duplicated her bedroom at the apartment down to the last detail. The curtains, the comforter, the sheets, even the scented lotion she used were the same. It didn’t stop there. The dresser drawers were full of clothes, including tacky lingerie, as was the closet. All were in her size.

There were also some additions to the room that made Abby shudder. Each corner of the bed was fitted with restraints. The window had been fitted with metal bars to prevent escape. There was a large bin in the closet that contained all manner of sex toys. They had also found a lockbox in the second bedroom that contained a gun and what appeared to be the missing ketamine and several syringes.