Kinkade, Lea - Are You Gonna Kiss Me or Not? [The Chisholms of Texas 1] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Lea Kinkade

  “Take off your clothes, angel.” She shivered in response to his commanding voice and began to take off her blouse, pulling it out of her skirt and lifting it over her head, leaving her in her purple lace bra. Next, she put her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her skirt and shimmied it over her hips and down her legs. She was wearing a matching purple thong in lace.

  “You’re looking decidedly overdressed.”

  “You finish, and I’ll catch up,” he promised as he ripped his T-shirt over his head and went to work on his jeans. He tipped his shoes off and stripped off his jeans, boxer briefs, and socks. Meanwhile, Jordan reached behind her and slipped off her bra, hooked her thumbs in the side of her thong, and pulled it off as well.

  Xander pulled the comforter and sheet down to the foot of the bed. “On the bed,” he ordered.

  With a raised eyebrow that he knew was a result of his highhandedness, Jordan moved to the middle of the bed, her silky black hair spread across the pillows. He loved it when her hair was spread out on his pillows like that. She usually kept it pulled away from her face when at work or doing her pottery. She had started wearing it loose whenever they were together after he told her how much he loved it that way.

  Xander leaned on his left elbow and reached out to touch her face, his hand incredibly gentle. Jordan stared up at him, and he leaned over her and kissed her with heartbreaking tenderness, his mouth sipping at hers. Everything faded away, and it was just the two of them.

  * * * *

  Looking into his passion-filled green eyes, Jordan reached up to slide her arms around his neck. She pulled him over her, warm and heavy, and he began to kiss her softly, reverently, as he seduced her with his mouth, lips, and tongue. She loved the way Xander kissed. It was an art form. He treated kissing like it was an integral part of making love and kissed her like nothing else mattered in the world. She gave herself to him and the kiss, kissing him back with single-minded concentration, her fingertips absently playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

  Leaving her mouth, his lips traveled up to her eyes, and he kissed them closed. “Just lay back and relax, angel. I’ll take care of you,” he promised softly. His lips moved down the side of her face, sliding over her cheek, and down the side of her neck, nipping softly with his teeth. His gentle hands skimmed down her arms and took her breasts into his large palms. He squeezed gently on her full breast and rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, making them impossibly tight and turning the fire in her pussy into a raging inferno. His mouth took the place of his hands as he suckled on her nipples, his hands delving further south into her hot pussy. Jordan thought she was going to come right there and then. Xander continued to suck, lick, and bite her nipples and breasts as his fingers found her entrance and stroked in and out, drenching him in her juices. One finger found her clit, and he strummed it until her orgasm was upon her. She arched her back to get closer to his hand, and with a low groan, her orgasm washed over her in waves.

  “That’s one,” he said softly.

  Lying back with her hands stroking up and down his arms, feeling the strength in his well-muscled biceps, Jordan’s body liquefied. Xander moved his lips and tongue back to her mouth and took it in a devastating kiss. His fingers slowly moved back down her body until they were moving through the short, tidy hairs covering her mound. Trailing his fingers down her body as he went, Xander rested his cheek on her thigh and blew softly on her pussy. “Oh, God,” breathed Jordan. “I don’t think I can.”

  “Oh, yes, you can.” He laughed gently. “Just lay back and feel.”

  As he lay between her thighs, Xander spread her pussy lips with his thumbs and dove in with his mouth and tongue. With one long lick through her pussy, he raised Jordan’s excitement level, all while not even touching her clit. Her body came to life again, tightening with need. Shoulders and heels digging into the bed, Jordan raised her bottom off the bed, trying to get her pussy closer to that devastating tongue. Xander laughed softly, and his warm breath set off another heated wave of passion. Finally laving his tongue over her clit, she arched her body into his tongue. Continuing to lick at her pussy, Xander teased her by touching and nipping at her clit between long swipes with his tongue. Jordan could feel another climax building in her body. How did he do this to her? As he continued his ministrations, her body continued to tighten and tighten like a coiled spring. Finally, with a flurry of nips at her clit, her body flew apart, and she experienced her second orgasm of the night. She fell back onto the bed in a mindless heap.

  “That’s two,” said Xander seductively. Moving back up her body, Xander took her mouth in another deep kiss, his tongue playing with hers. She could taste herself on his lips and tongue. It was one of the most erotic things she had ever experienced. She could feel his turgid cock against her stomach and wanted it deep in her cunt. She wrapped her arms around his body and felt the muscles of his back and ass as she ran her hands up and down his body. She pulled him closer into her.

  “I need to feel you inside me. Fuck me, Xander,” she told him breathlessly. She could not believe desire was rising in her again. She had just had two rocking orgasms, and he hadn't even been inside her yet. She needed him inside her. She needed him to take her.

  She wrapped her hand gently around his thick erection and began to stroke him. Lifting her knees to her chest, she pulled his erection to her and led him to the lips of her pussy. Placing his hands on either side of her body, Xander looked down at her. He quickly checked her for her readiness and found her hot and wet. Leaning over her, he thrust into her body hard, deep and fast. Holding himself still inside her for a few moments, he began pumping into her with ferocious plunges and slow, deep digs. He buried his cock in her over and over again, riding her hard. She reveled in each and every stroke he made. His wide cock hit her sweet spot, and the head of his long cock bumped her cervix with every thrust. Jordan never had a problem coming when Xander was inside her. Her body was made for him and his for her. Her body wound itself tighter and tighter as her pussy clenched his cock repeatedly. As he fucked her good and hard, she flew apart in his arms, her pussy flooding once again with her cum. Her hoarse voice screamed out his name. Xander continued to stroke into her, once, twice, and he let out a shout as his own orgasm shook him, his cum shooting deep into her pussy.

  He stayed between her thighs, his still semi-hard cock resting inside her tight heat. He rested his weight on his arms on either side of her body and lifted his head up to give her a sweet kiss, tangling his tongue with hers. Her legs flopped on the bed beside his like limp noodles. “That’s three,” he teased smugly with a grin as he rolled over on his back, pulling her with him, his cock still inside her. Once she was laying on top of him, he stroked her back gently, bringing her down from her high.

  “No more,” Jordan begged. “I don’t think I could take any more right now.”

  “That’s okay,” he replied with satisfaction. “We have hours yet. Rest now, angel. I’ll wake you up when I’ve recovered enough to work on your fourth.”

  “Oh, God,” she groaned, “You’re trying to fuck me to death.”

  “No, angel. Just trying to make you see how great we are together and what living with me would be like.”

  “I don’t know if I would survive,” she teased sleepily.

  “Oh, you’d survive. Just sleep now, angel.”

  Later that night, Jordan woke up to Xander’s hands sweeping up and down her back and ass. She could feel his erection growing hard and hot inside her. He pulled her lips to his and gently sipped at her mouth. Rolling her over onto her back once again, Xander began to leisurely stroke into her pussy with his hard length. He pressed into her again and again. Jordan was hot and wet within a few strokes of his cock within her pussy. He loved her gently and tenderly, building her body to a crescendo of pleasure that broke over her in waves as she softly cried out his name, whispering her love for him. Her gently spasming inner walls stroked him to his own completion, and he softly whispered love words
back to her, rolling to the side and pulling her into his body. Both of them fell asleep almost immediately.

  Chapter 12

  Jordan squinted against the noonday sun as the spot on her head, just at the base of her skull, worked itself from a minor annoyance to a full-fledged throbbing. Wishing for the umpteenth time that she had remembered to grab a hat and shades before she had started cutting the grass, she briefly paused behind the lawn mower. Knowing she couldn’t stop the thing in order to go back into the house to get those items, she soldiered on. She had barely been able to pull the starter on the machine hard enough to get it running in the first place. No way was she going to be able to do it again. Not with this headache. She also knew it hadn't been a smart idea to start mowing at eleven in the morning on a hot, sunny day in southern Texas, but she had gotten sidetracked earlier.

  She had been having trouble throwing a vase design that looked awesome in her head, but was not coming out in the clay. She'd spent hours this morning trying to get it right and had finally given up in utter frustration. She was preoccupied.

  Preoccupied with that dinner conversation she had had with Xander two days ago. She wanted to live with Xander. She truly did. But she was used to her independence. Sure, she had her inheritance, but she didn't want to touch that money for everyday living expenses, and she didn't want people to think she was after Xander for what he could give her. Knowing his history with Sophie, she also didn't want to give Xander any reason to doubt her love for him.

  So, she talked to Ryder and Ryan about switching her hours to work only the two-to-ten shift. They were amenable to it and knew the other bartenders would appreciate the increased number of shifts on the 6:00 p.m. to 2:00 a.m. shift and the increase in tips that would go along with it.

  The only problem remaining would be telling the owners of the little house that she wanted out of the lease. She might have to forfeit her deposit for breaking the lease, but Xander was right. If she didn’t have to pay for rent, she could afford the expense. She could even afford to pay them through the end of the lease if they couldn't get another renter right away. She planned to pay for all of the groceries and other household expenses while living with Xander, to even things out in the expenses category. That way, she wouldn’t feel like she was taking advantage of Xander’s generosity.

  She had put on her oldest pair of cutoffs and an old tank top before heading out to the garage. She noticed that the cutoffs were a bit snug. Come to think about it, her jeans had been feeling a bit tight lately. She made a mental note to herself to stop making so many desserts. Xander loved her baking, but he seemed to be able to eat anything he wanted without losing his six-pack. However, if there was a dessert in the house, she was going to eat it. There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Buts. She laughed to herself. Limiting the number of desserts she made would also make sure her butt wasn't getting too big. Xander seemed to like her butt, however, so she wasn't going to worry about it too much.

  As she rolled the old mower out of the garage, she took a second to look over the lawn. Between doing her pottery and spending her free time with Xander, the grass was in dire need of cutting. Usually, she enjoyed the job, but she realized as she headed out that she had a slight headache and felt a little nauseous. She hoped she wasn't coming down with something.

  Now, over an hour later, she was hot, thirsty, and had the headache from hell. She’d had several of these headaches over the years, during college and also since her mother had died. The only thing that seemed to help was being in a cool, dark place and lying quietly until is passed. A cool shower or bath would usually speed up the process.

  Her vision skewed a bit, and she came to a halt as the nausea knocked her in the gut. Yep, a cool, dark spot. As soon as she made three more rounds with the lawn mower. Trimming could wait until tomorrow. Turning the mower around to make another pass, she stumbled. Black spots darkened her vision, and her head pounded painfully. Trying to get her feet back under her, she took her hands away from the mower’s handle. The mower came to an abrupt stop, the motor automatically cutting off.

  That was strange. Now that the mower was off, she could hear a strange buzzing sound in her ears. As she turned around to see what was causing the buzzing noise, Jordan felt herself falling, arms flailing wildly. She landed on the soft grass in a dead faint.

  * * * *

  Xander knew she might already have left for work, but he thought he would drive by Jordan's house on the off-chance that he could spend a few minutes with her. She still hadn't given him an answer about moving in with him, but Ryder had told him about the conversation he had with her about switching shifts, so he lived in hope. Maybe she would tell him today.

  It was the middle of a very busy work day, and he was just headed back to the Ranch. He’d had a late lunch with a business colleague at the Pie Place, the best diner in town.

  Thinking of all he had to take care of that afternoon, he had already pulled into her driveway and was halfway out of his SUV when he noticed the mower on the far edge of the lot. At nearly the same time, he realized that there was something laying on the ground next to it. He began to walk toward the mower but hit a dead run almost immediately as he realized the thing on the ground was Jordan, and she wasn’t moving. Yelling her name, he dropped swiftly to his knees beside her. She was laying on her stomach with her legs tangled together and her face tilted to the side.

  Having received no response to his yelling of her name, Xander gently placed his hands on her shoulders and shook her. Still no response. He noted she was hot to the touch but didn’t seem to be sweating. It had to be more than one-hundred degrees out today, and she was passed out and lying in the sun. This was not good. He felt for a pulse on her throat. Thank God. Her heart was beating. As he took it again, he noticed that it seemed weak and irregular.

  Carefully rolling her over onto her back, he heard her moan. Calling her name again, he lightly tapped her on the cheeks, trying to get some response from her. Her eyes fluttered open and, with a grimace of pain, she squeezed them shut again.

  Fearing heat stroke, he knew he could get her to the hospital faster than an ambulance could get there. He hauled her into his arms and ran back to the Escalade where he gently placed her into the passenger seat and buckled her in. Her body slumped in the seat, and her head listed to one side. He ran around to the driver’s side where the door was still open, hopped inside, and turned on the air conditioner full blast. After the first gush of hot air, cold air streamed from the vents, cooling off the cab of the SUV quickly. Xander already had the Escalade backed out of the driveway and was racing down the street toward the hospital.

  Running every stop sign and stop light between Jordan’s house and the hospital, Xander pulled up to the Emergency Room entrance within five minutes. Jumping out of the car without turning it off, he ran around the front of the vehicle. He ran to the passenger side, pulled open the door, and quickly unsnapped the seatbelt. Drawing Jordan into his arms, he ran through the automatic doors to the Emergency Room and yelled for help. A nurse immediately came running from the back and directed an orderly to bring over a gurney. Xander gently laid Jordan down, telling the nurse what he had seen and that he suspected heat exhaustion, as she wasn’t used to the hot Texas days.

  As the nurse and the orderly quickly began to wheel the gurney to the back, the receptionist told Xander that he had to move his vehicle away from the entrance. Obviously seeing that he was about to tell the woman to go to hell, the nurse looked back over her shoulder and told him he might as well do it, as he wasn’t allowed in the back anyway and it would take some time for them to determine what was wrong with Jordan.

  Xander ran back out to his still-running Escalade and pulled it into the first available spot. It was a spot reserved for clergy. Vaguely hoping that God would not strike him dead, he ran back into the hospital.

  When he got back inside, the receptionist waved him over and started asking him questions about Jordan and her insurance. He was
able to provide her name, address, and birth date, but didn’t know if she had health insurance. If she did, Ryan or Ryder would probably know. When the receptionist asked what his relationship was to the patient, Xander quickly told her she was his fiancée.

  In between repeatedly demanding to be let back to see Jordan, Xander called Jessie to let her know what was going on. Jessie promised to be there in thirty minutes and to call the rest of the family to let them know Jordan was in the hospital. Jessie showed up and tried to keep Xander calm as more and more time passed without any word on Jordan’s condition. Pretty soon, the waiting room was filled with Chisholms.

  After what seemed like hours, an older man in blue scrubs came out from the treatment area looking for Jordan’s fiancé. That got him a few looks from his family, but nobody contradicted the doctor. He introduced himself as Dr. Taylor and started asking questions about what had happened today. Xander repeated what he had told the nurse about how he had found Jordan passed out in the sun. No, he didn’t know how long she had been there. No, he didn’t know if she had been feeling unwell before she passed out. The doctor seemed mystified. Asking the doctor what Jordan’s current condition was, he had replied it was stable but guarded.

  “What does that mean?” Xander questioned the doctor.

  “That means that her vital signs have improved and stabilized, but she remains unconscious. Although she did have a mild case of heat stroke, she should be conscious now if that was the only thing wrong. We’ve done blood work and a CT scan, but it didn’t show anything that would cause this,” explained the doctor.

  “Is she in a coma?” Jessie asked fearfully.

  “No,” assured the doctor. “Ms. Preston remains reactive to various stimuli but doesn’t seem to become fully conscious before she loses consciousness or becomes nonresponsive again. She reacts negatively to bright lights and loud noises. Has she ever had an event like this before?”