Texas Lonestar (Texas Heroes Book 4) (10 page)

Warm velvet
. Dallas angled his head to gain control of the kiss, opening his lips and teasing hers with the tip of his tongue. Lennon shivered in his arms. He tensed, using his palm at her nape to anchor her to him. With light brushes of his tongue, he tasted her as if she were candy he meant to savor.

Lennon melted against him, her heart rate stuttering. Heavens above–the man made her want. Low in her secret place, she began to ache, a deep ache that bloomed out to her breasts, out to her fingers and down to her toes, making them curl in her shoes. He was touching her–nowhere intimate–but everywhere he touched sparkled with life. When he moved his lips from her mouth to her throat, her head fell back to give him unbridled access. “Oh, Dallas…”

“Lennon! I smell de cookies!”

Sally’s cry caused Lennon to jerk from his arms, wheeling around to grab the oven mitt and rescue the cookies before they burned.

“Wuz you kissing Lenny?” Sally asked with her arms crossed over her tiny chest.

Dallas cleared his throat, his gaze still on Lennon who was fanning herself with the mitt. He didn’t think the blush on her cheeks was wholly due to the oven temperature. “Yes, I was, Sally. I like Lennon a lot.”

This was news to Lennon. She ignored his comment, clearing her throat. “Let me arrange these on a platter and you two can have your tea after lunch.”

“Won’t you join us?” Dallas asked, then turned to the little girl. “Is it okay if Lennon has tea with us?”

Sally seemed to consider his proposition. With one hand on her hip, she nodded. “Yes, but I get to pour.”

*  *  *

“Lennon? Will you do us the honor?” Dallas asked, the hue of his eyes warm.

“I suppose so,” Lennon whispered, thinking she’d rather run to her room and squeal in the closet. Dallas had kissed her! Instead, she filled Sally’s little tea pitcher with cold peach tea. “I hope you don’t mind cool tea; we don’t want to risk burning ourselves.”

“I’d prefer it.” He took Sally by the hand. “Lead the way.”

During the next hour, Lennon fell in love. Oh, she knew nothing would come of it. But watching how gentle and sweet Dallas was with Sally just melted her heart. He drank his tea, ate his cookies and talked with her as if she was a little princess. The fact that he’d lost his own child made the scene even more poignant for Lennon. What a wonderful father he would’ve been had he been given the chance.

As for Dallas, he felt something inside of him begin to thaw. His life so far had been one disaster after another. He’d found a career, settled down with the one he thought he loved, and began to build a family. And he’d wanted a family–more than anything. Dallas had been honored to be a husband and he’d dreamed of being a father. Unfortunately, it wasn’t meant to be. So, instead of starting a life, he’d been left alone to pick up the shattered pieces that were once filled with so much promise. There were just no words to describe the pain he’d endured. Everything in life became meaningless and his heart just didn’t beat the same way anymore. He’d become numb, unwilling to risk his peace again. Like the badge he wore, the lone star, Dallas was a solitary figure living his life by the code of the lawman.

If he were honest, Dallas would admit he was afraid to hope. For so long, he’d believed the pain he endured had scarred him to the point he could never love again, never find someone to share his hopes, dreams and fears.

Until now.

Could Lennon understand who he was? Could she look beyond his faults to see the man he wanted to be?

“More tea, Dallas?” Sally offered.

“Please,” he held his cup out. When he looked up, he caught Lennon’s eyes and a sweet blush bloomed on her cheeks. He couldn’t resist, he winked at her. She was making him feel things he thought he’d never feel again. A fire had sparked and was burning inside of him once more. He felt he stood on the brink of something magnificent, something that would make sense of everything he’d endured.

The tea cup Lennon held trembled in her grasp. She needed a bit of time to regroup. The kiss she’d shared with Dallas had been magical for her, but she had no way of knowing if it meant anything to him. Perhaps he’d just been amusing himself at her expense. “You two enjoy yourselves, I think I’ll clean up the kitchen and put up the leftovers.”

Dallas wanted to ask her not to go, but he didn’t. What they had to say to one another wouldn’t be said in front of the child.

“Another cookie?” Sally asked as she broke into a great big yawn.

“No, I’m full and I think you’re due for a lazy Sunday afternoon nap.”

“O-kay,” she yawned again, then charmed his socks off by climbing down from her chair and throwing her arms around his neck. “I wuv you, Dallas. I wish you’d stay wiff us forever.”

Dallas hugged her back, but he couldn’t talk, he was too choked up. And confused–one moment he was on this incredible high and the next he was shaking in his boots. “You go take a nap, try to sleep.” He kissed the little doll on the forehead. “I’ll take the dishes to Lennon for you.

In the kitchen, Lennon was busy arguing with herself. The kiss she’d shared with Dallas had been magical. And judging by the way he’d acted since–he’d enjoyed it too. Maybe. Lennon pressed her palms to her hot cheeks. She didn’t know! She just wasn’t experienced enough to be able to tell.

“Lennon.”

The way he said her name caused chill bumps to rise on her skin. She laid down her drying towel and took a mini-moment to compose herself. “Did you two have a good time?” When she turned, it was to find him right behind her–right behind her. “Oh, there you are.” He held the teapot and the platter of cookies in his hands. “I’ll take those.”

“I think we need to talk. Don’t you?” 

She was just about to agree when the air was split with a cracking noise and the glass of the dining room window exploded inward. Dallas grabbed Lennon and pulled her to the floor, using his big body to cover hers.

“Sally! George!” she cried. “I’ve got to get to them. Sally won’t know to stay out of the way.”

“She went to her room to take a nap.” Dallas said, every sense on alert. “You stay down and don’t move.”

The reality that someone had shot a bullet into her house was almost inconceivable to Lennon. She was down behind the bar–in no danger, but she wouldn’t rest until she knew where the others were. “Please don’t go out there, Dallas,” she said. “Please. This might’ve been an accident, a stray bullet from a poacher. All of this could be pure coincidence.”

“You don’t believe that any more than I do.” Dallas had moved across to the front wall, next to the shattered window. “We’ve got to get out of here. I can’t predict what they’re going to do next. We’re damn sitting ducks.”

“Lenny!” George’s voice came from the hall. “What’s going on?”

“Someone shot through the window. Would you go stay with Sally until I can get there?”

“Dammit!” George huffed. “I feel so helpless.”

“Just go to Sally,” Lennon said. “Dallas will think of something.”

Dallas was racking his brain. He had his gun pulled and was peering out the window. “I don’t see anything. We need to be in the lodge or the bathhouse. Heavy doors, only a few windows. We’re easy targets in this house, every room has more than one window.” He peered out ready to shoot, but there was just no visible target.

Lennon edged along the floor until she was nearer Dallas. “We can go to the lodge. Please get away from the window. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

His heart skipped a beat at her words, but he had to concentrate on the matter at hand. “Right now, it would be too risky. I’ll have to get out and drive the truck right up to the door. Get you all in the floorboard and drive back.”

She came up beside him, going to her knees. “We don’t have to. There’s a tunnel from here to the bathhouse. No one’s used it in ages, but it should still be passable. I never liked to go down there, it was spooky and I’ve never shown it to Sally. There’s a door under the rug in the sunroom.”

“Seriously?” Dallas spared a moment to glance at Lennon.

“I think there used to be some risqué stuff going on here in the olden days.” Lennon grabbed him by the arm. “Come this way. I don’t want any part of you to be a target.”

Dallas smiled. “How about me and you doing something risqué?” 

Another shot rang out, splintering the wood overhead. They both ducked. Despite the danger, Lennon felt a little thrill. “I’m not sure I know how to be risqué, but I’d like to try.” She gave him a slight smile. “Just help me get everyone out of here alive, and I’m yours.”  

Dallas held the flashlight as he led his little entourage through the tunnel. “Watch your step. There’s a lot of debris down here. Looks like it was used for storage sometime in the past. How are you doing, Princess?”

“I’m good. Is this a dungin? Is there dwagons?”

“No, no dragons. This is just a tunnel.”

Lennon kept glancing around, being sure George was making it okay. Dallas held her hand, or maybe she was holding his–she wasn’t really sure. The events of the past few days seemed surreal. She needed to just stop and take inventory of it all. “I’m afraid, Dallas. This isn’t going to stop, is it?”

The beam of his flashlight revealed they were nearing the end. “Yes, it will.” He squeezed her hand. “I give you my word.” He just hoped like hell he could keep his promise. “Just as soon as we get everyone safely inside, you and I are going to sit down and talk about this. I’ll tell you what I think, and you can tell me if I’m nuts.”

“You’re not,” she whispered. “This situation is what’s nuts.”

“Step back,” Dallas ordered. “The door’s stuck.”

They did, standing next to the wall as Dallas manhandled the door, finally resorting to a well-placed kick before it swung open.

“This is fun!” Sally announced, anxious to see where they were.

“It’s good that she’s happy. We’ll just play like this is an adventure,” George whispered to Lennon as they started filing down the hall. “I’ll take this room,” he announced.

“Okay, and Sally can be next to you. And you’re right about the adventure,” she nodded. “The first thing I’ll do is get everyone settled. I’ll go back later and get the food, right after I take care of feeding the livestock.”

Dallas stopped dead still in the hall. George and Sally were making themselves at home. He got right up in Lennon’s face. “Listen to me, shortcake. There is no way in hell you are going back out there. George will drive and I will tend to the livestock–I can feed cows, sheep, horses and chickens just as well as you.”

Lennon started to protest. She’d always been the responsible one, she had no choice. “I’m not afraid, but I thank you. It’s been a long time since I had anyone to lean on.” She realized he was being kind. This wasn’t part of his job. She couldn’t forget - this was temporary.

“You’re welcome. Take this room, I want you near.” He carried her things into the bedroom next to his. “Now, sit down and take a breath. I’m going to check with George and I’ll be right back.”

Lennon did as she was told, taking a good long look at her surroundings. She’d never spent the night in one of these rooms. Cleaning them out had seemed like the right thing to do, she hated for anything to fall into wrack and ruin. Now, she was very glad she’d made the effort. Walking around the room, she touched the heavy Spanish style furniture, the jewel tone bedspread, took off her shoes to enjoy the cool Mexican tile. She could barely remember her mother bringing her over and letting her play while she cleaned or organized things. After she died, her father had just let everything go and Lennon’s time had been at a premium.

Letting out a long breath, she hugged herself. Her head was spinning. Everything was crazy. Part of her wanted to concentrate on Dallas–the kiss, his teasing. Was he serious? Or was this just his way of distracting her from what was going on around her?

“Lennon?”

Dallas came through the door. Once again she was struck by how masculine, how powerful he looked. No matter the danger, when he was near, Lennon felt no fear. As a Ranger, he didn’t have to wear a uniform. Instead he favored starched jeans and either white or chambray shirts. To Lennon, he seemed perfect. “What did George say?”

“He’s happy to go, of course. He said if he drives for you; he can drive for me.” Dallas saw relief and worry in her expression. “Everything is going to be all right. Come here,” he held out his hand.

Lennon was very aware of a shift in their relationship. She didn’t really understand what had happened. One day he’d seemed distant and the next he’d reached out to her–kissed her. She took his hand, so big and warm in her own. “We can’t go on like this, the ranch, I mean.”

“No, and I want to talk to you about that.”

For a moment, she thought he would lead her to the bed and she was afraid her knees might give out. Instead, he guided her to the couch–darn it–sat and pulled her down next to him. “What do you need to know?”

“As you’ve probably already figured out, this has to be about more than just stealing cattle. Do you know of any reason someone would want to hurt you? Could this be related to George or Sally? Sally’s mother?”

Even sitting, he kept her hand captive with his right one while his left hand rubbed up and down her back. She almost felt as if he were gentling her. Little did he know there was nowhere else she’d rather be than at his side. “No. George and his wife were always very well respected and Miranda is footloose and fancy free. She’s happy with her decision and so am I.” She paused, searching for words. “I’m the one who never seemed to fit in, but I don’t think anyone dislikes me to the point of destroying me.”

Dallas didn’t even try to control his impulse, he pulled her into his arms. “No one is going to destroy you while I’m around.” Lennon just closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment, there hadn’t been many like this one in her life. “Okay, let’s think about any reason someone would have to terrorize you. Has anyone shown any interest in the property?”

Lennon played with one of the buttons on his shirt. “I’ve had an offer to buy Apache Springs, but I would never sell.”

Dallas pulled away enough to be able to see her face. “Who? When?”

The expression on his face scared Lennon a little. “About six months ago, and maybe twice more in the last ten weeks. A Mr. Daniels.”

His face became cloudier, if that were possible. “Rooster Daniels?”

“Yea, that’s him. Strange name.”

“What did he say? Did he pressure you?”

Lennon shook her head. “No, not at all. He was very polite. The offer was low, I think. But that’s not why I turned him down. I don’t want to leave my home…” Unless she had reason to–like a husband, for instance.

“Anything else?” he pressed. He had an odd feeling Daniels was involved, but he’d need more proof than a lowball offer to buy her ranch.

He was still touching her, an arm around her back, his fingers under her hair–he made it hard for her to think. “Last year, a geologist from the university came and spent a couple of days doing soil samples. He said it was for a state study.” She shrugged her shoulders as if she was sorry that was all she had to offer.

Dallas stood and began pacing across the floor. “I’m going to call my boss. I think we have enough to merit a closer look at Mr. Rooster Daniels. He has a lease to excavate minerals on Round Top. I’ve heard he’s trying to buy up other land that might yield better results. Let’s see if we can find anything fishy about the whole thing.”

The idea sounded farfetched to Lennon. “Would he go so far to get his way?”

Dallas smiled sadly. “Honey, some people will do almost anything for money.”

For the rest of the afternoon, they were all busy. Dallas wouldn’t let her go back to the house for food, but he and George made several trips. They brought things to entertain Sally and a laptop for George to watch television on. Lennon made do in the old kitchen, preparing them a make-shift meal. Dallas, as promised, not only saw to the feeding of the animals but spent some time on his cell with headquarters to put an investigation in process.

“Well, I’m hitting the sack, everyone.” George announced. “I’ll look in on Sally for you,” he told Lennon.

“Thank you,” she kissed and hugged him. “I’m sorry about the shuffling around. I know you didn’t sign-up for all of this when you agreed to move in with me.”

George took her by the shoulders. “Are you kidding me? You’re the one who saved me. If it weren’t for you, I’d be wasting away in some dingy little room in a home with grouchy nurses wanting to monitor my bathroom visits. I wouldn’t trade living with you and that little girl for anything.”

Lennon wanted to cry. “Good. I’m glad.”

Dallas waited patiently for George to leave. He seemed like he’d been waiting for this moment forever. “Tired?” She had every right to be. Lennon never let up. They’d just finished inspecting every window and door in the lodge and bathhouse to make sure it was all locked up tight. The instant alarms he’d purchased earlier for the windows and doors were a godsend, all they needed were batteries and if tripped, they would emit a noise loud enough to wake the dead.

“I’m okay. Are you?”

“I think I could use a dip in the springs. Care to join me?” He hadn’t been able to get the memory of her at the pool off his mind. Tonight, he wanted to do more than watch from a distance.

“I didn’t bring a suit,” she murmured.

“I didn’t either,” he moved closer to her. “I don’t think we’ll need one.” Framing her face with his palms, he looked into her eyes. “Be with me. For a few short hours, let’s pretend the rest of the world doesn’t exist.”

Lennon met his gaze, holding it. “If you’re sure you want to; my answer is yes.”

“Oh, I want to, I want to more than anything.” Not needing further encouragement, he picked her up and walked to the bathroom. “Grab two towels.”

He swung her around so it was easy for her to reach them. “Got it. I can walk, you know.”

“I’m aware.” Dallas smiled at her, his face so close to hers that all she had to do to kiss him was raise her head–so that’s what she did, stroking his chest through the opening at the top of his shirt.

Her lips were so sweet, Dallas stopped to accept her kiss so he wouldn’t walk them into a wall. “I want you so much,” he whispered, continuing on his way.

His admission seemed to free something within Lennon. For the first time she had someone to touch, to caress–she took advantage of her position to unbutton his shirt and run her hands lovingly over his chest.

Mesmerized by the attention she gave him; Dallas was braced for ecstasy. “We’re here,” he announced setting her down at the water’s edge.

“I can’t believe I’m here with you,” she whispered with all honesty. She felt like a hungry kid in a candy store. All of the years of solitude made this moment even more special. “Can I?” Lennon waited for permission, her hands on either side of his shirt.

“Be my guest.” Dallas was trembling with need, but he let her set the pace.

“Okay.” Lennon pushed the garment from his shoulders, moving close enough to nip him on the chest.

“God, you’re driving me mad, baby.” Jerking the shirt off his arms behind his back, he threw it to the floor.

Going to her knees, she helped him with his boots, then ran her hands up his pants leg and massaged his calves. “I’m having a good time.” Lennon smiled, reaching up to undo his pants.

He braced a hand on her head as she tugged them down and off. At last, there was nothing between her fingers and his greatest need, but thin cotton briefs that did nothing to hide the bulge of his cock. “Touch me,” he breathed with a hoarse voice.

Lennon only hesitated for half a second. Running her hands from the back of his knees to his hips, she leaned in, kissing him through the briefs, loving the shape of him.

“It’s my turn to touch you.” His hands clasped her upper arms as if he were going to pull her to her feet.

“Another moment, please.” Taking hold of the waistband, she unveiled him. “Dallas, you’re beautiful,” she whispered with delight. He was boldly erect, standing straight up. “I just want to feel.” Lennon took him in both hands and gently kissed the tip, licking away the drop of pre-cum that nestled in the tiny slit.

“Enough!” He lifted Lennon to her feet. “I want a turn too.” His fingers found the hem of her sweater. “I can’t wait to make love to you in every way you can think of–standing, lying down, against the wall. I want your legs around my waist, I want to be buried so deep inside of you that we’re not sure where you begin and I end.”

Now that it was his turn to undress her, Lennon froze–her hands coming to rest on his wrists, stopping him from lifting her top. “As you can probably tell, I’m small.” She blushed furiously, head down. “Don’t expect much.”

Dallas was so turned on; it took a split-second for him to comprehend what she was saying to him. He’d never intended to tell her he spied on her, now it seemed the best thing to do. “There’s nothing about you that isn’t absolutely perfect.”

“No, wait. I wish I was bigger for you.” Lennon was so torn. “I want to be with you more than anything. I just wish you didn’t have to see my tomboyish body.”

Dallas took both of her hands in his, lifting them to his lips, kissing the palm of each tenderly. “I know exactly how you look, Lennon. I saw you here in the bathhouse.” Hearing Lennon gasp, he sought to reassure her. “I know I should’ve turned away, but I couldn’t. You are absolutely exquisite, delicately feminine from head to toe.” He turned her gently in his arms, kissing her cheek. “Mad at me?”

All of the tension dissolved from Lennon’s body. “No, I’m not mad, I’m relieved.”

“I’m going to undress you now.” He lifted her sweater up and over her head, then unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, pushing them down her legs. When she stood wearing only her bra and panties, Lennon shivered.