Wild Wyoming Nights (14 page)

A smirk settled on his lips.

“My jeans, too.”

“Let see your cards, then.”

She flipped hers over and held her breath. That oh-so-sexy grin, dimples and all, rippled across his mouth. He turned his over to reveal three kings as he cocked an eyebrow, leaned against the back of the chair and waited.

Anticipation rolled down her arms and goose bumps flittered across the surface. She stood as her hands went to her waist, and slipped the button of her jeans free. Shimmying the pants off her hips, she dropped the stiff material to her feet and kicked them off. Her hands went to the bottom of her t-shirt as one arm snaked inside to work the shirt loose and then the other. The look in his eyes sent shivers down her body, and she closed her own, took a deep breath and lifted it over her head.

* * * *

Air whooshed from his lungs in a rasping sound when her breasts were revealed to his gaze. He sat forward in his chair as her pink areolas beckoned for his touch. Reaching toward her, he cupped her breast in his palm, as she moaned low in her throat. Her head tipped back, exposing her neck to his hungry eyes. Struggling to his feet, he stepped closer, and his lips found the rapidly beating pulse at the base of her throat. His tongue lapped at the soft skin beneath his mouth, until he found a path to her ear.

“God, Abby,” he whispered. “I want you so bad.” He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger until she gasped and pushed against his palm.

With one arm around her waist, he pulled her tight to his chest before his mouth swooped down, capturing her lips in a desperate kiss. His tongue dove inside the warm cavern of her mouth, dueling with her own, and she moaned softly.

His free hand slipped slowly down her flat stomach and then dove beneath the waistband of her panties to find her wet and swollen, waiting for his touch. Her pelvis rocked toward him, and he let his finger slide past her tightly filled pussy lips to rasp against her clit. He swallowed her moan as he continued the assault on her mouth with his. His fingers slipped inside her hot pussy, and her vagina clamped down, sucking his fingers as he slid them in and out.

He lifted his head and whispered, “You are so hot—so wet.”

She whimpered and rocked her hips toward his hand.

“Let me love you, Abby.”

“Oh. God. Yes.”

She groaned when he removed his fingers from inside her.

He pushed her back onto the dining room table, while his mouth captured her lips in a mind-altering kiss as she reclined on the hard surface. One hand found her breast, molding the soft mound to his touch. His fingers pinch the hardened nipple slightly, and she arched toward him with a tortured groan.

“Chase, please.”

His mouth worked its way from her throat to her breast, taking the pebble hardened nipple in his mouth. He sucked and licked as she wiggled beneath him, moaning her needs in soft sighs and whimpered words. His hand skimmed down her belly to slip beneath the silk of her panties and worked them off her hips. Once they were free, he let them drop to the floor under their feet. His hand skimmed softly up her leg before he drove two fingers knuckle deep inside her waiting pussy.

“Oh, God,” she whimpered when he slid his fingers in and out, finger fucking her until her pussy wept with need.

Removing his hand, he stepped between her spread thighs. He kissed down her chest and across her flat stomach until his lips found the inside of her legs, nipping at the soft skin before soothing it with his tongue.

Her hands grasped his head as she lifted her hips, silently begging for his mouth. With one long stroke, his tongue licked from vagina to clit, and her head whipped back and forth on the table top. After several sweeps with the pad of his tongue, she whimpered and moaned as sweet, hot cum slipped from her inside her. He didn’t stop, couldn’t stop until he had tasted every last drop.

He kissed his way back up her stomach as his fingers worked at the belt buckle and button at his waist. Reaching into his back pocket and grabbing his wallet, he pulled out a condom and stuck the foil package between his teeth. He dropped his pants to his ankles, and then slid the latex over his hard cock.

Abby’s heavy eyes peered at him from under her lashes when he moved between her thighs.

“Are you sure? If you don’t want this, tell me now and I’ll stop. Once I’m inside you, there is no turning back,” he whispered as he pressed his cock against her opening with a slow rock of his hips.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

With a hefty groan, he slipped inside her. His eyes met hers and the astonishment in her gaze reflected exactly what he held in his heart.

How could she feel so perfect, so right?

After a moment, he let his hips rock while her pelvis cradled his. He pulled back until the head of his penis barely stayed within her warmth. Chase clenched his jaw tight while he fought for control. He hadn’t made love to a woman in a very long time, and he didn’t know if he could forestall the inevitable. His thumb found her clit, toggling against the hard bud of her sex, wanting, demanding, she submit to the pleasure he knew crawled up her body.

“Move—now. God, Chase, fuck me, please!”

As her desperate plea met his ears, he released the strangle hold he held on his desire. He drove his cock into her as deep as he could while she whimpered beneath him, and begged him with her eyes. Her fingernails raked along his back, urging him on as her heels dug into his buttocks, forcing his hips harder against her own. Her pussy quivered as her climax rose to the surface, and she exploded in his arms with a scream of his name on her lips.

His own release followed quickly behind hers, and he moaned softly in her ear when the flood of his seed rushed into the condom.

He lifted his weight from her after a moment to stare into her eyes while his fingers caressed her face. They stared at each other for several moments until he shifted again and they both moaned when he pulled his semi-erect cock from her warmth.

He struggled to pull the forgotten jeans from around his ankles back over his hips. Red streaks of embarrassment flushed her skin as she pulled her legs together and sat up on the table. She reached for her bra still resting a few feet away, pulling to her chest. Her eyes darted around before they located her discarded underwear, shirt, and jeans. She slipped off the table, grabbed her clothes and wiggled into her underwear and jeans while he let his eyes move over her enticing form. Just when she managed to get her pants over her hips, he vaguely heard a truck pull into the driveway and he frowned.

“I wonder who that is.” Chase turned toward the door as heavy footsteps hit the boards on the porch and the door burst open.

* * * *

Cole pushed the front door of his boyhood home open, calling his brother’s name. He hadn’t been home in a long time, and he was anxious to see how Chase was doing. What he wasn’t prepared for was to see his staunch, upstanding citizen brother hobbling on crutches toward him with no shirt and his pants barely hugging his lean hips.

His astonishment grew when he spotted the gorgeous brown haired woman just to Chase’s right with her shirt held to her bare chest.

When had Chase hooked up with that pretty little thing?

“Did I interrupt something?” He smiled when his eyes met hers across the room, but it turned to a frown when her face lost all color and she whispered, “Josh?” right before she slipped to the floor.

Chapter Eleven

Chase watched Abby slide to the floor. He hadn’t heard what she said, but he didn’t like the deathly pale color to her face or the fact that she was now completely bare from the waist up as his brother stood over the top of her.

“Cole, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Can’t I come by and see my big brother?” Cole bent down and scooped Abby up in his arms, walking quickly to the couch and softly laying her down. His eyes caressed the pert breasts revealed to his gaze and a silly grin lifted the corners of his mouth.

“Of course you can, but you should have called.” Chase hobbled to Abby’s side, pulled a blanket over her, and bent down as well as he could. Ignoring Cole’s questioning stare, he tenderly brushing a piece of hair from her face. “I thought you were at Justin’s place?”

“I was until a couple of days ago.” Cole eyed him with a smirk and one of those care-to-explain looks as his gaze swept over Abby. “You know it’s the down season for ridin’, so I figured I’d come visit you and keep you company in this snow bound existence, but I guess you already have company. I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?” He gaze shot down to the cast encasing Chase’s leg and then ricocheted back to his face. “What the hell happened to you?”

“Stallion kicked me. Broke my leg, so I’ll be in a cast for several weeks.”

Abby moaned softly and opened her eyes. “Chase?”

“Are you all right?” She tried to sit up, but he pushed her back down, almost groaning out loud when his fingers brushed against her unbound breasts. “Rest for a minute. You took a bit of a tumble.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You passed out.”

“That’s crazy. I’ve never fainted in my life.”

Cole stepped into her line of sight and approached Chase’s side. Terror flashed across her face, and her hand fluttered to her throat as she gasped.

Chase frowned when the emotions ripple across her eyes.

Something’s not right.

“Abby, this is Cole, my younger brother.” He introduced the two of them before she could pass out again. “Cole, this is Abby Carter. She bought the Miller place next door. She’s been helping me around here since I broke my leg.”

Cole crouched next to Chase at Abby’s feet and said, “Nice to meet you, Abby.”

In a strangled voice she replied, “Nice to meet you, too.”

“Is there something wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

* * * *

Abby blinked twice as she focused on the face of the man in front of her. Shifting her gaze back and forth between the two of them, she could see the resemblance, but she also saw how much Chase’s brother looked like her dead husband. The two men could have been twins,
almost.

She sighed and rubbed her eyes for a moment until she realized she was almost naked under the blanket. Grabbing it to her chest, she wrapped it around her as heat flushed her cheeks, and she dropped her gaze to her hands.

“I—I’m sorry.”

“Nothin’ to be sorry for, ma’am.”

Damn!

He even sounded like Josh, except her husband had a New England accent.

“Abby, are you sure you are all right?”

“I’m fine, Chase.”

“Then what’s got you so worked up?”

Abby shoved herself to the edge of the couch and wrapped the blanket around her before pushing to her feet. “Let me show you something and you tell me.”

Grabbing her purse from the dining room table, she pulled out her wallet and retrieved a picture—her wedding picture. Silently, she handed it to Chase.

“My God, Abby. Is this your husband?”

“Yeah. Now you understand my shock.”

Chase handed the picture to his brother. “Damn, Cole. You could be his twin.”

“I’m sorry, Abby. If I would have known…” his voice trailed off as Cole took the chair opposite the couch in shock.

“How could you? Chase has never seen a picture of Joshua, either.” She sat back down on the couch, and Chase took her hand in his, gently caressing the top with his fingers.

“That’s just a bit eerie,” Cole whispered.

“You could say that again.”

Silence permeated the room while each of them contemplated this latest discovery. A moment later, she pulled her hand from Chase’s grasp, a little uncomfortable with Cole watching. It gave her the willies.

“I…um…need to get dressed,” she whispered, trying to keep her voice low. She only wanted Chase to hear her, but when her gaze shot to the other man across the room, heat flushed her cheeks when she noticed the twinkle in his eyes.

Abby stood and moved to the table, grabbed her clothes and headed down the hall to the bathroom.
This couldn’t have turned out any worse unless Cole had caught us in bed together.
She hung her head for a moment.
Well, there is nothing I can do about it now.

She quickly donned her clothes and padded back into the living room to retrieve her shoes and socks. Once they were in place, she stood and bushed her palms down the thighs of her jeans.

“I should probably get going, Chase. Now that Cole is here, I’m sure he can keep you company for the rest of the evening.”
 

Chase’s smiled looked a little whimsical. “I was just beginning to enjoy our poker game.”

She cocked one eyebrow at his words. “Um…I’m sure you were. Maybe we’ll finish some other time.”

“I’m counting on it.”

Grabbing her coat and purse, she turned and looked at Cole, shocked again at just how much he looked like Joshua. She shivered when goose bumps rose on her arms. “It was nice to meet you. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again.”