Must Be Doin' Somethin' Right [The Chisholms of Texas 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) (26 page)

However, what disturbed Abby the most were the framed eight-by-ten pictures on the walls. They were all of her. He’d taken pictures of her coming and going from her apartment as well as going about her business on the Ranch and doing errands around town.

When the sheriff handed her the last set of pictures, Abby blushed bright red. She looked at the first few until nausea overtook her and she ran to the bathroom, emptying her stomach in the toilet. Dillon followed her, of course. He held her hair out of the way even through the dry heaves. One of his hands held her hair while the other moved soothingly up and down her back trying to give her comfort. When she was done, he handed her a glass of water and she swished it around her mouth before spitting it into the toilet and flushing it.

“Did you see?” she asked hoarsely.

“No. I wanted to make sure you were okay. It’s bad, huh?” he asked as he continued to soothe her with his gentle touch. She nodded. Sitting down beside her on the floor, he pulled her into his arms and held her tight.

“Do you want to go back out there, or should I tell them you’re done? You don’t have to keep going. I’m sure they would understand.” Abby knew he just wanted to protect her, but she needed to see this all the way through. She wouldn’t screw up this case like she’d screwed up on her mother’s murder case. She would know and remember every detail of this and be able to testify as to everything that happened. She also knew that going through a trial would be much worse than looking at some nudes and partial nudes of herself taken when she thought she had total privacy. She needed to be prepared, so she needed to see everything they wanted to show her.

Steeling herself to face the two men that had obviously already seen the pictures and, therefore, had seen her naked, Abby took a deep breath and let Dillon help her off the floor. They headed back to the kitchen hand in hand. The men looked uncomfortable when she and Dillon walked back into the kitchen but, like typical southern gentlemen, they stood until she took her seat again. The pictures were still lying on the table where she had left them.

Abby picked up the stack and put the first three facedown on the table. She didn’t need to see them again. Each image was indelibly burned into her brain. Quickly looking through the remaining pictures, she placed each one, facedown, on the stack she had started after she looked at it. She didn’t offer them to Dillon.

“Anything else?” she asked in a tremulous voice.

“No, Abby. That’s everything.” Decker still looked as uncomfortable as she felt. “Just so you know, I photographed and catalogued all these pictures into evidence myself. I’m the only one, other than Jim here, who has seen them. I promise I will do my level best to make sure as few people see them as possible.”

“Thank you. Well, if that’s all, I feel the need for a hot shower. I’ll wait to hear from you. I appreciate everything you both have done.” With that, she took the stack of pictures that was lying in front of her and handed them to Dillon. She quickly headed down the hall to the bathroom to wash away the way those pictures made her feel.

Fifteen minutes later, Dillon joined her in the shower and pulled her body tightly against his. She could feel his body straining with angry tension, but he seemed to be making an effort to hide it from her. “I’m sorry, baby. I’d kill that bastard right now if I could.”

“I’m just so embarrassed. How many people are going to see those pictures? I lived on the second floor, for shit’s sake. How did he manage to get those pictures?”

“You have no reason to feel embarrassed, Abby. None of this was your fault. You were in your own home and, as you say, you were in a second-floor apartment. You had no reason to think someone was watching you. They think he got up to the roof on one of the buildings across the street and behind you and took the pictures. They’re sending some officers to check the roofs this morning. See which ones match the angle in the pictures. Find anything he may have left behind.”

He watched her closely, probably to make sure she wasn’t going to throw up again. No, she wasn’t going to lose it again. While she had showered and scrubbed her skin relentlessly, she had moved past the embarrassment of the situation and had moved on to anger. She was royally pissed at Jaime Hernandez. Who was this shithead to stalk her like he’d been doing? Who was he to violate her like he had? He was nobody and, thank God, he was wallowing in a jail cell now. Dillon was everything to her and he was right in front of her. He reached behind himself and turned off the water, handing her out of the shower and following close behind. Grabbing a towel, he gently toweled off her body then quickly dried himself off.

She reached for his hands and he let her touch him as she swept her hands up his forearms, meandering up his biceps, following the outline of his tattoo, to his wide shoulders. She moved so that she held his face in her hands. Standing on tiptoe and pulling his face down to meet hers, she gave him a burning kiss meant to titillate. She felt his cock growing thick and long where it was trapped between their bodies, the head touching her feminine heat. She wanted to make love with her fiancé. She wanted to know he wanted and needed her as much as she wanted and needed him, regardless of what Jaime Hernandez had done.

“Are you sure, baby? There’s nothing I want more than to sink my cock deep into your sweet heat, but I want to know this is truly what you want. You had quite a shock today.” He looked into her eyes, trying to gauge her mood as if wondering if she was up to what he needed from her now. Abby knew Dillon needed to reassure himself she was okay and stamp his ownership of her on her flesh. He needed to feel in control again, and he needed to know she still trusted him enough to cede that control to him. Letting him see the truth in her eyes, he leaned into her and kissed her slowly and deeply as his hands played over the swell of her ass, up over her back, until they were buried in her hair.

“I want you, Dillon. I need to know those pictures didn’t change anything between us. I need to know that you want and need me just like before. Take me, Dillon. I need it.” She took his hands in hers and led him into the bedroom, where she climbed onto the middle of the bed. He followed her and they went into each other’s arms as they kneeled there just leaning into each other’s body.

Bracing her hands on his strong shoulders, she kissed him, slow and deep. His hands played over the swell of her ass, up and over her back, until they were fisting in her hair. Her mouth followed the line of his goatee and shifted over to the sensitive hollow below his ear as she twirled her tongue around the small hoop in his ear.

Continuing her journey, her mouth traveled down his neck and bit the place where neck and shoulder met, causing him to growl low in his throat. Her fingertips moved greedily across his muscled chest where she tweaked his nipples. He allowed her to push him onto his back in the middle of the bed. Breathing him in deeply, she kissed her way down his body, over his flat, hard belly. Letting her hair fall around them, she slid her tongue down to his rampant cock and licked the drop of pre-cum that was weeping from his hard length.

At the touch of her tongue to the tip of his cock, he let out a groan, threading his hands through the hair that surrounded his cock and her mouth. With swirling licks and gentle sucks, she drew his cock deeper into her mouth. She wanted to lose herself in bringing him pleasure like he brought to her. She poured all the love she felt for him into every touch. Taking him in as deeply as she could, she continued to lick and suck his rigid cock. Her inner muscles tightened when he groaned again as she tongued the thick vein running down the length of his organ.

Abby wasn’t surprised when he dug his fingers into her hair, tightening his hold as he guided her the way he wanted her. She knew his dominant side would take over as his need to protect her rose in him. Once again, he became the demanding, aggressive lover she needed him to be. He began to thrust in and out of her mouth.

Abby lost herself in the unique feel and scent of Dillon’s hard body. Concentrating on pushing everything else from his mind, she let him guide her mouth for his pleasure. Using her hands, she fondled his balls rougher than she would have before he had shown her what he liked.

Feeling his testicles drawing up tight against his groin, she knew he was getting close to release. The depth and speed of his thrusts increased as the tip of his cock touched the back of her throat repeatedly and she swallowed against the sensation. With one final groan, he surrendered his seed into the back of her throat as she drank it down greedily. He continued to thrust his cock into her mouth shallowly as she licked him clean. She finally released him from her mouth with a
pop
.

Licking her lips, she moved up his body and lay beside him as he brought his breathing back under control. Pulling her naked body tightly into his, he rested his chin on the top of her head as he ran his fingers gently through the strands of her hair.

“Baby, there are no words for what you just did. That was a ninety-nine on a scale of one to ten. Give me a few minutes to recover and I’ll take care of you. You’re amazing.” They lay there, bodies fitted tightly together, and basked in the chemistry they shared and the love they had for one another.

Dillon’s hands moved from their gentling touch along her side to tip her face to his, taking her lips with his. Softly at first, he teased open her lips, making way for his tongue. He kept his lips on hers, taking little nips and licks as he worshiped her mouth with slow, drugging kisses, causing her to sigh deeply into his mouth.

She knew he wouldn’t miss her nipples poking into his muscled chest. He slid his hands up her sides and over to tease the hard nubs, rolling and tugging just this side of rough. Knowing her nipples were sensitive, he knew just how to touch them to give her the greatest pleasure. She couldn’t help but respond to his demanding touch. He moved his attentions away from her breasts as he licked and sucked his way down to her belly and beyond.

Abby lost all coherent thought with the first long slide of his tongue against her swollen folds. Unable to stand it anymore, she gave herself permission to touch him, sliding her fingers through his hair as he continued his assault on her pussy. She sighed happily as he got into a rhythm. Lick, lick, thrust, suck. Lick, lick, thrust, suck. She knew she wouldn’t last for long. Dillon was a rock star when it came to giving head. It never took him long to get her off, except on those occasions when he was in the mood to tease her. Thank God he didn’t seem to be in a teasing mood today. Instead, he seemed intense and focused. She could feel his massive erection against her leg as he feasted between her thighs.

She held on, letting the heaviness of her eyelids win and take away the view of his dark head in her hands as his hard body sprawled between her spread thighs. Then, she was coming apart hard and fast, the pleasure filling her up until she cried out his name softly in satisfaction. He stayed between her thighs, licking gently as the aftershocks shook her body.

Abby lay there, eyes still closed, as she felt him move up her body. She could feel his bold erection tapping against her stomach as he bent over her to take her mouth in another hot, hard kiss. His taste, a combination of both of them, created a unique flavor only they could create together. He held her head still with one hand at the base of her neck, tangled in her dark-brown hair, while he devoured her mouth. Stoking her desire once more, his mouth utterly devastated her as he took what he wanted.

Moving his mouth from hers, Dillon spoke for the first time since he’d come while she sucked his cock. “Ass up, head down.” He growled in her ear as he maneuvered her body the way he wanted it.

Abby felt trepidation sweep through her body. Dillon had told her on several occasions that he had every intention of taking her in her most private spot. He’d used his fingers on those occasions to get her used to having something in her ass. Although she had liked that little bit of pleasure/pain when his fingers were deep in her ass, she didn’t know if she was ready to take his cock.

“It’s time, baby. I’m going to fuck this ass,” he said as he tapped her on the cheek of her derriere.

She shivered at his bald statement. She felt him get off the bed and heard the drawer to his bed stand open and close. He was probably getting the lube, she thought. When she felt a cold stream of sticky wetness on her puckered hole, she knew she’d been right. She tensed up with nervousness.

“Relax, baby. Let me get you ready to take my cock. I want all of you,” he said in a taut voice. Abby did her best to relax her muscles and felt a finger breach the ring of muscle and enter her. He pumped his finger in and out of her, wriggling it to make the opening larger. He repeated the same steps with two of his fingers. As she felt another squirt of cold lube on her hole, she felt something big and hard pressing against those resistant rings of muscle. His hard length was much wider than his two fingers had been, and she felt a pinch of pain as the head of his cock slipped past the outer rings and he slid fully inside her body. He stilled, his cock deep in her ass, his balls slapping against her butt cheeks.

While one hand held tightly to her hip, the other traced gently up and down her spine several times to relax her again. Pulling out slowly, he left the tip of his cock in her tight ass then slammed back into her, balls deep. With both hands now holding tightly to her hips, he began to fuck into her body. Moving one of his hands to wrap in her hair, he controlled her and held her close to his thrusting hips. He fucked into her hard, thrusting and retreating again and again. She could feel her orgasm like it was floating just out of her reach. She needed something more.

Dillon always seemed to know just what she needed. Moving one arm to hold her around her waist so his fingers could reach her clit, he continued to pound into her ass.

Abby could feel her orgasm floating closer and closer as he continued to strum her clit while he thrust in and out of her ass. Her release broke over her on a hoarse whisper of his name. Her orgasm seemed to spark his as he thrust once more and released his seed deep inside her body. He continued to move against her with gentle digs of his cock until he was finally spent.