Kinkade, Lea - I Got a Feelin' [The Chisholms of Texas 2] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Lea Kinkade

  As Samantha removed the third dress from its hanger, she got more and more excited. When Patsy zipped up the back and Samantha turned toward the mirror, she knew she had found the one. The dress was an ivory halter-style satin dress with lace appliqués stretching from the halter of the dress down to the waist in varying lengths. The satin skirt was ratcheted up in about twenty places, all around the dress, with matching small lace appliqués. The dress just missed hitting the floor and there was no train. It was perfect.

  When Samantha exited the dressing room to show the gown to the rest of the women, there were gasps as the women gathered around. Cassie’s eyes looked suspiciously wet and the rest of the women had huge smiles on their faces.

  “It’s perfect, Samantha,” breathed Jordan.

  “Absolutely,” assured Taylor. “You look beautiful.”

  “Ryan is going to flip when he sees you in that dress,” Jessie said with a smile. Samantha knew they were right. This dress made her look like a princess and was perfect for the wedding.

  Patsy went back out to the front and grabbed a headpiece she thought would go with the dress. It was a princess tiara with a short veil in the back and clear beads and rhinestones. With her golden-blonde hair swept up in a loose chignon, she would look like a princess. It was perfect.

  Once she had decided on her own dress, she and the other women began to look around in earnest for the bridesmaid dresses. The colors were to be in evergreen, and Christmas red and gold. They found the style they liked, another halter dress ending a few inches below the knees, but Patsy didn’t have the colors in stock. She could order them, but it would take a few weeks to get them in. Getting the go-ahead from Samantha, Patsy took Jordan’s, Jessie’s, and Taylor’s measurements and determined the correct sizes to order.

  They would be shipped directly to the women and would be fitted back in Deseo where Cassie knew a good seamstress. The minimal alterations Samantha needed to her own dress would also be done by Cassie’s friend.

  Paying for the dresses, the girls decided to go to a nearby department store and look for the perfect shoes to go with the dresses. Once they found them, they piled back into Jessie’s Escalade and headed back to the Ranch.

  Jessie dropped Samantha off at the house a little after 4:00 p.m., and Samantha was pleased to see that Ryan was already home.

  * * * *

  Ryan was in the shower washing off the grime of the day. He and Ryder had spent the morning reorganizing the stock room at Chaps & Spurs. It had needed to be done for some time and they had just kept putting it off. Finally, they both had a free morning, so they had decided to tackle the project and get it out of the way before Ryan and Samantha went on their honeymoon.

  Ryan had been thinking about Samantha all day. His cock was hard as a tire iron. As soon as he’d stepped into the shower, Samantha’s scent had surrounded him. Midnight Pomegranate was a scent he would always associate with her. He expected Samantha back later tonight. She had told him not to expect her until after dinner, as they would probably be shopping until the stores closed and then have dinner in Corpus. He didn’t relish a couple more hours with a dick this hard. He’d already tried the cold shower route.

  Picking up her scented bodywash, he poured out a generous amount in the palm of his right hand. Fisting his cock, he ran his thumb up the thick shaft, squeezing the head as he felt a shiver glide down his spine and center in his balls. Using harder strokes than Samantha used, he pressed his fingers deep into the pulsing vein on the underside of his cock, dragging his fingers up and down his stiff shaft. His breathing began to quicken. As he started another downward motion, the door to the shower opened and a naked nymph stepped into it with him. His hand dropped from his throbbing cock.

  “I think that’s my job.” She was giving him her siren smile that he knew meant trouble.

  “Thought you would be gone for a couple more hours. Figured I’d take things in my own hands, if you know what I mean?”

  “Oh, I know what you mean, but you should’ve waited. What if I wanted to go a round or two when I got home? You wouldn’t have been any good to me tonight if I let you ‘take things in your own hands.’” She was flat-out teasing him now. He had a quick recovery time and she knew it. She had been the beneficiary of this ability on more than one occasion.

  “Just taking the edge off, darlin’. You know your hot, sweet body would have me hard again in no time.”

  Her hand closed around his girth. He was still covered in her shower gel, so her hand slid over him easily. She took his cock in a firmer grip than she had ever used before as she fisted his length up and down. He moaned in pleasure as he grew even harder in her little fist.

  “If you don’t want me to shoot my load without bringing you along with me, darlin’, you had better let go pretty soon.”

  Groaning, he put his hand over hers, stilling her hand on his rock-hard cock. Another minute of her hand on his cock and it would be over for the first round. Now that she was here, he wanted nothing more than to be in her pussy when he came. Keeping her hand in his, he leaned down and pulled her in closer, the water continuing to sluice down their bodies. Thank God for a big water heater.

  She reached up for his kiss and their mouths met rapaciously. His tongue delved into her sweet mouth, meeting and dueling with hers. Letting her hand go, he pulled her more tightly to him and his throbbing cock was caught between their bodies. She moaned in pleasure at the feel of him against her naked skin. He knew the water from the showerhead wasn’t the only reason he would find wetness between her legs. Breaking off the kiss, he moved a hand between her thighs, feeling for the viscous cream that was sure to be drenching her swollen pussy, paving the way for his thick length.

  Turning her around so that she was facing away from him, he gently pushed her against the shower wall. Drawing both of her arms up from her side, he placed them on the wall beside her head.

  “Leave your hands there, darlin’. I don’t want you to move them until I’m done, okay?” She didn’t answer him out loud, but she looked over her shoulder at him and raised one eyebrow sardonically. He could see the teasing light in her eyes, but she nodded her head in agreement.

  His body blanketed her from behind as his fingers found their way between her legs and into her hot cunt. She moaned as two of his fingers entered her sweet heat and stroked her depths. He pulled his fingers back to her opening and then thrust his fingers in again, over and over as she moaned out her pleasure. He could feel her body tensing as his fingers continued working between her thighs. Her pussy lips clamped down on his marauding fingers and she arched her back, coming in a slippery rush.

  Before she had a chance to recover, he pushed her up against the wall of the shower and entered her from behind. Once she was impaled on his voracious cock, her body started to tremble and she cried out as another orgasm ripped through her. His hands gripping her at her hips, he continued to fuck into her body, feeling her inner muscles convulsing around his engorged shaft. He pumped into her again and again as she screamed out her release, his own orgasm beginning at the small of his back, moving up his spine and around to his balls. Another thrust took him over the precipice and his seed shot out of his cock into her waiting heat. Her hands were still braced against the shower wall, fists clenching convulsively.

  “I missed you today, darlin’. Did you find a dress?”

  Breathing heavily, he slipped his cock, still partially erect, from her weeping pussy and leaned his body into hers, his hand covering her clenching fists against the wall. As her fingers unclenched under his, he nuzzled against the back and side of her neck, whispering words of love in her ear. They stood there for several minutes until the water started to cool off. Giving her a kiss on the cheek, Ryan leaned his body away from hers and he shut off the water.

  “Yes,” she gasped. “I found the perfect dress. The girls think you’re going to like it, too.”

  “I’m sure I’ll enjoy taking it off you even more, darlin’. You’d lo
ok beautiful in a feed sack.”

  Opening the shower door, he gently led her out onto the bath mat, grabbed a fresh towel, and leisurely dried off her delectable body, wrapping the towel around her when he was finished. Wrapping a second towel around her hair, he led her silently to her vanity and pushed her gently onto the stool. Finding a comb, he combed out her beautiful, blonde hair and dried it with her hair dryer. Their eyes met in the vanity mirror and she smiled at him, letting him know how much she enjoyed his attention.

  By the time her hair was dry, his erection tented the towel around his hips. Smiling sweetly up at him she took his hand in hers and led him silently into the bedroom where they made love once again.

  Chapter 17

  It was December twenty-third and tomorrow was Samantha’s and Ryan’s wedding day. As they finished up with the rehearsal dinner, the couple prepared to go their separate ways until they saw each other at the wedding tomorrow. This was the first time in months that they would sleep apart.

  Sleeping apart hadn’t been their idea. It was Cassie Chisholm’s. Cassie insisted, just as she had with Jordan and Taylor, that the bride spend the night at the big house so that the women of the family could give her a bridal shower while the men went out for a bachelor party. Although Samantha commiserated with Ryan about the night apart, she was secretly glad that Cassie had insisted on sticking to tradition. Ryan wouldn’t see Samantha again until she was walking down the aisle to him at the wedding ceremony.

  Ryan, on the other hand, was taking the separation badly, acting like a bear with a sore paw as the women and men prepared to separate for the rest of the evening. He held her tightly to him as everyone prepared to leave Michael’s, where the rehearsal dinner had been held. Ryan had put his foot down with Ryder about hiring a stripper for the bachelor party or going to a strip club, so the men were going to spend the evening at Chaps & Spurs playing some pool and having a few drinks. Ryder, taking his best man duties seriously, was doing his best to give his brother and best friend the send-off he thought he deserved.

  In the parking lot, Ryan pulled Samantha into his arms as she got ready to get into the car with Cassie, Jessie, Taylor, and Jordan. The rest of the women were following in a couple of other vehicles. As he put his arms around her waist, he bent his head and took her mouth in a kiss designed to whet her appetite. “Remind me why we aren’t sleeping together tonight,” he murmured against her lips.

  Wrapping her arms around his neck, Samantha threw herself wholeheartedly into the kiss, feeling her nipples harden against her blouse and bra, even while her pussy began to melt from the heat of his kiss. Feeling his cock growing against her stomach, she gave a small whimper as she attempted to get her raging hormones under control. “You know why, Ryan Chisholm. Be good,” she whispered back against his lips before he took her mouth in a deeper kiss.

  Catcalls and whistles broke through the sensual haze that surrounded them and they slowly broke apart. Samantha found herself blushing as Ryan bent back in and gave her a quick, hard kiss before helping her into the backseat of Jessie’s red Escalade. She kept her eyes on him until Jessie drove the SUV out of the parking lot and headed out to the Ranch.

  Once all the girls got to the big house, Cassie revealed that they were having a lingerie shower for Samantha. It was another tradition. Both Taylor and Jordan had been given lingerie showers and had enjoyed them immensely. Jessie and Jordan took charge of the drinks. While she sipped on her water with lemon, Jordan manned the bar. Beer and wine were available along with sangria, margaritas, and mojitos. Samantha decided to try something new and asked for a mojito.

  After everyone was settled in with the drink of their choice, the presents came out. Everyone oohed and aahed over the silky and filmy confections that were in the gaily wrapped presents Samantha opened. Samantha loved pretty panties and had many pairs already, but she probably never would have bought herself a pair of black, crotchless panties, the slinky, ivory teddy with matching thong, or the red bustier she got from her future sisters-in-law. By the time all of the presents had been opened, it was after 11:00 p.m. and most of the women were at least a little tipsy. Thankfully, nobody had to drive as they were all sleeping at the big house.

  * * * *

  Ryan enjoyed the company of his dad, brothers, uncles, and assorted cousins, as well as several friends, as they played pool and drank beer. Xander was acting as Ryan’s designated driver, so he limited himself to two beers and drank ice water for the rest of the night. Each of the vehicles the men had brought to the club had a designated driver assigned to it, so there was no worry about anybody getting too drunk to drive. Around midnight, the older men in the group decided to head home for the night, leaving the young ones to their fun.

  Ryan had several beers and let himself enjoy the somewhat ribald jokes and discussions that were going on around the pool tables where the men were playing. He was glad he had put the brakes on Ryder about hiring a stripper. When he and Ryder had planned Xander’s bachelor party they had been gravely disappointed that he wouldn’t let them hire a stripper to come into the club and dance for them. Now, being in the same position as Xander had been, he understood his oldest brother’s reaction. Although he knew Samantha wouldn’t have been threatened by a stripper being at the party, he would have felt uncomfortable watching any other woman but Samantha stripping off her clothes in front of him. The only woman he wanted a strip tease from was Samantha.

  “You’re pussy whipped, bro,” said his twin, and Eli nodded his head in agreement.

  “No, assholes. He’s in love. There’s a difference,” Xander said, sticking up for his younger brother as Ryan flipped them the bird.

  “Yeah, guys. He’s found ‘the one.’ You’re just worried that you’re next. Hell, Dillon’s already done for, and he hasn’t even gone out on a date with his lady,” Levi said with a grin.

  “What the hell? How did I get into this conversation?” exclaimed Dillon.

  “Tweedledee and Tweedledum think you’re pussy whipped like the rest of us. Does she even have a clue you’re interested in her other than in a professional way?” asked Ryan curiously. He worried that his brother was having such strong feelings for a woman who didn’t even know he was interested in her romantically. What if Abby didn’t return Dillon’s feelings? He could see a whole lot of heartache in his brother’s future if things didn’t work out the way he wanted

  “No, and that’s how it has to be for now. There’s hellacious chemistry between us, though. I know she can feel that even if neither of us can act on it right now. Seven more months. God, I’m becoming way more familiar with my hand than I ever wanted to be.”

  “Maybe you should find a woman you can date right now and fuck her. You know, take the edge off,” suggested Eli as his brothers looked at him incredulously.

  “What the hell?” he exclaimed as Dillon moved in on him menacingly. “What’s your problem? It’s not like you’d be cheating. She doesn’t even know you’re interested in her. You don’t have to live like a monk if you don’t want to. She can’t blame you for being with someone before you even got together.”

  “You have an interesting way of looking at love, little brother. All that free pussy on the circuit must be going to your head. I’m in love with Abby. She’s going to be your sister-in-law someday. I’m not going to fuck some anonymous woman just because I have to wait a while for the woman I love. Shit. I have a little more restraint than that.”

  Ryan could tell Dillon was royally pissed off at their baby brother. Ryan wasn’t so much pissed as he was worried. He’d been hearing some things about Eli’s behavior on the circuit from some of his old friends who were still on it. Seems little brother was a little more interested in riding the buckle bunnies than the bulls. He knew what the kind of attention Eli was getting on the circuit could do to a man and his ability to stay on his ride for eight seconds. He needed to sit his little brother’s ass down and have a frank conversation with him, but his wedding was tomorrow, so
it would have to wait for now.

  “Cool down, Dillon. I’m sure Eli meant no disrespect. He’s young and he’s never been in love. Cut him some slack. Hey, why don’t you buy me a beer?” Ryan slapped Dillon on the back, trying to break the tension around them. The argument had garnered the attention of the rest of the Chisholm brothers who were watching the byplay curiously.

  “Yeah. I need another beer, too. I’ll be back.” Dillon turned his back on Eli and stalked to the bar.

  Most of the men called it quits around 1:30 a.m., not too long before the bar closed. Xander drove Ryan, Dillon, and Ryder back to the Ranch and dropped each one off at his own home. Eli had left with some woman around 1:00 a.m., telling Xander he wouldn’t need a ride home. Ryan knew they wouldn’t see him again until the ceremony. Feeling a pleasant high when he got home, he took a shower before crawling into bed alone. He missed Samantha’s soft, warm body lying next to him and slept fitfully.

  * * * *

  Samantha woke up slowly in the strange bed. She hadn’t slept very well last night. She’d missed Ryan’s hard, warm body entwined with hers. Reaching for her cell phone on the night stand, she looked at the time. It was 9:00 a.m. already! The other women must think she was going to sleep all day. She could hear the soft murmuring of voices in the house and lay in the bed quietly as she thought to herself.

  Today was her wedding day. In less than nine hours, she would be Mrs. Ryan Chisholm. She wondered what Ryan was doing right now. The cell phone on the night stand began to chirp and she smiled to herself, recognizing Ryan’s ringtone. Grabbing the phone and pushing the button, she answered the phone, “Hello, handsome. What are you doing right now?”

  “I just got done in the shower, darlin’. I missed you so much I had to take matters into my own hand this morning. This sleeping apart idea sucks. Remind me who thought of it again?” He was clearly grumpy and not afraid to show it.