Wild Wyoming Nights (19 page)

“Howdy, Mrs. Carter.”

He frowned. He didn’t like thinking about her being married to someone else, anyone else. It already drove him crazy to be reminded so often about her late husband.

The wedding ring on her finger twinkled in the light, reflecting the sun brilliantly.

“Abby, please.”

“All right, Ms. Abby.”

She shook her head and laughed.

God, I miss that laugh.

He hadn’t seen her in several weeks, and seeing her now just made him remember how much he missed her. Their last encounter left nothing but desire running through him, burning him from the inside out.

“Is he ready?”

“Yep. I’m sure you’ll be right pleased.”

“I’m sure I will.”

The two of them moved toward the barn while he followed in their wake. Watching her backside sway beneath her jeans made things that much worse, but he couldn’t seem to keep his eyes of her shapely figure.

God I want to fuck her ass so badly, my balls feel like they are going to bust!

The other two approached the stall where a beautiful palomino stallion snorted and pawed at the dirt under his feet. He’d never seen the animal before, but when he approached his appreciation for her taste grew. The stallion was magnificent! His golden colored coat glistened in the stable light from overhead when he shook his head, his pale blonde mane whipping in the air.

“You bought him?”

Her eyes flashed with a little triumphant sparkle and she replied, “Yep. Gorgeous isn’t he?”

He was duly impressed by her choice. The stallion would produce some top of the line colts if bred with the right mare.

“You made a good choice, Abby.”

Her chin notched up as she pulled her shoulders back with pride. “Thanks.”

The palm of her hand slid over the animal’s nose, and Chase watched in amazement when the stallion calmed under her hand. She murmured softly, words he couldn’t hear, but the gentleness in her voice sent his heart slamming against his ribs, and he could almost imagined her whispers in his own ear.

He needed to get her out of his system or fuck her again fast or he would lose his mind.

“Chase? You want to help me load him for Ms. Abby?” Bud’s voice brought him back to the present, away from the alluring pictures in his mind.

“Sure.”

Bud slipped the halter over the animal’s head, slid the bolt on the gate, and Abby stepped back. The stallion pranced, his hooves dancing in the dirt, bringing up a small cloud of dust in the morning light. Abby walked out of the barn in front of the two men and the horse to unlatch the gate on the trailer. The horse balked slightly before stepping into the trailer without difficulty and she latched the gate behind him.

“You might want someone around when you unload him, Ms. Abby. He can be a feisty one.”

Her eyes ricocheted between the two men as frown lines settled between her eyebrows. “Thanks for the suggestion. I’m sure I can find someone to help me unload him.”

Chase volunteered quickly. “I’ll do it. I’m headed back that way anyway.”

She cocked her head as a small smile flittered across her lips, and his dick twitched in his jeans.

What I wouldn’t give to feel those lips wrapped around me.

“That would be nice. Thanks, Chase.”

“I’ll just follow you home if that’s all right with you.”

Shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly, she replied, “Okay.” She turned to address the older man. “Thanks so much, Bud. He’s going to make some pretty babies, I’m sure. I’ll make sure I send you pictures.”

“You do that, missy.” The other man nodded to him. “Take care, Chase, and I’ll see you later.”

“Sure, Bud. Thanks for the coffee and the visit.”

He watched Abby walk around the front of her truck before he headed for his own, and he groaned in frustration. Every minute around her reminded him more and more of how much he wanted her.

* * * *

Abby pulled into the yard, bouncing along until she got close to the barn. Seeing Chase at Bud’s sent her heart skipping through her chest at the mere sight of him. She could feel his hot gaze running over her several times while they were at the other man’s ranch.

Get over it! He’s obviously not interested. He’s been literally ignoring me for months now.

Shaking her head, she popped opened the door and slid out, her boots crunching on the gravel under her feet. The stallion eyed her nervously through the slit in the side of the trailer. She stopped to whisper to him, hoping he would calm before she tried to unload him. She scratched him on the nose before she moved toward the back.

Chase pulled in behind her, and when he stepped out of his truck, she sucked in a ragged breath.

Damn!

Her eyes wandered over his rugged form in appreciation. His long-sleeved, button-down shirt stretched across his broad chest, making her want to follow the line of buttons with her mouth. She wanted to undo each one, slowly—very slowly. Shifting her stance, she tried to relieve some of the pressure building between her legs when he approached.

My vibrator will get a work out tonight if I don’t stop this insanity soon.

 
Chase sent her blood zinging through her veins like the rapids of a river, rolling and rippling as it rushed through her body before it settled between her thighs. Not even Josh sent her body into overdrive that quickly. With him, it was a slow burn brought to the climax when he touched her.

“Abby?” His voice brought her back to his presence in front of her—with his clothes on, not off.

She cleared her throat and turned to unhitch the door on the trailer.

Thank goodness I’m wearing sunglasses; otherwise he would have been able to see everything in my face.

“If you get the door, I’ll go around front and release the rope.”

“Okay.”

She moved toward the front and untied the stallion, holding the rope firmly in her hand while the horse stepped back.

“Give him a little more head, Abby.”

Shit!

She almost groaned at the words that fell from his mouth. Pictures flashed across her mind—her kneeling in front of him, running her tongue up his proud cock, his hands fisted in her hair as she caressed his… Her wandering thoughts were abruptly brought back to the present when the animal began to baulk at the tight rein she held, shifting nervously when he tried to back out of the trailer. His hind legs slipped off the edge of the ramp, pulling against her arms, almost ripping the rope out of her hands.

“Let up, Abby, or he’s going to rip your arms out of their sockets,” Chase growled from the back. She didn’t let up fast enough for him, evidently. It wasn’t half a second before he raced around to her side and pulled the rope out of her hand with a scowl.

Once the stallion was out, he stood quivering as his eyes rolled. Chase stood next to him, stroking his neck and whispering to him and the horse finally calmed. Without a word, he led the horse into the barn and she followed close behind. The stiffness of his shoulders should have given her a clue at his anger, but the desire racing through her had her oblivious.

Chase led the animal inside the stall she’d left open, unhooked the rope from his halter before he walked out and latched the gate. He spun around, ripping his sunglasses off his face as he shouted, “What the hell were you doing?”

Stunned by his angry, snarled words; her eyes widened as he stomped toward her, until his chest almost touched hers. She sucked in a ragged breath and whispered, “Wha…”

He took another step toward her as she stepped back, and he pinned her against the side of the stall with his body. His gaze snapped angrily, turning the soft blue of his eyes to a dark grey, the color of the sky right before a thunderstorm.

With a tortured growl, his head came down and his lips captured hers, slanting across her mouth. It wasn’t the soft brush of a kiss like before, or even the coaxing kiss like when he had made love to her. This was lip-grinding assault that made panties wet with need, setting her on fire. Her pussy filled and throbbed, sending liquid heat between her thighs, as she moaned in his mouth. Her hands reached for his chest, slipping up around his neck as she pushed against him, her pebble hard nipples rubbing against his chest.

It’s been so long.
I want this so bad.

A groan rumbled inside him, and he softened the kiss, his tongue sliding along her lips asking for permission and receiving it when she opened for him. She whimpered when his hand found her breast, sliding along her nipple, the roughness of her shirt and bra making it ache beneath his palm. The other hand wrapped around her back, grabbing her ass and pulling her tight against his groin, his obvious desire pressed intimately against her belly. He trailed kisses across her cheek until he found the shell of her ear, and nibbled the lobe. His tongue twirled her earring before he worked his way down her neck. He pushed aside her shirt with his nose as his hand made quick work of the buttons down the front.

“God, Abby. I need you.” His soft words flittered to her ear, and she felt his tongue find the spot between her collarbone and shoulder. Lost in the sensations ricocheting through her, all she could do was moan in return.

His hand found the button at her waist, flicking it open with deft fingers before he pulled the zipper down. Tugging at the waistband, he slid both hands around to her ass, and cupped the cheeks as she brought her legs up around his waist. He chuckled softly in her ear when his hands slid across her bare butt

He fit her snuggly against his groin. When his rock hard cock pushed against her clit, more hot liquid spilled from inside her. She knew her pussy had to be sopping wet already.

“God, Chase, please.” Her agonized murmur slipped from her lips when one of his hands reached between them to slide through the curls. She shuttered as he slid one finger inside and began to stroke.

He groaned softly in her ear, “You’re so wet, so hot.”

Whimpering as he moved his fingers, she rocked her hips against his hand, grasping at his shoulders, trying desperately to get closer. Leaning into him, she pushed her breasts against his chest and her mouth found his neck. She nipped softly at the skin she found as a groan rumbled in his chest.

Chase pushed her jeans and thong down around her thighs when she dropped her legs. The pants slipped down around her feet, and she worked one foot out of the pant leg before she wrapped her legs back around his hips. The roughness of the denim material he still wore abraded her sensitive thighs and rasped against her clit. He reached between them, and worked the belt buckle loose before he quickly shucked his own jeans.

He grabbed her hips and lifted her against the wall behind her, fitting her perfectly against his hips. He reached for her bra and pushed it up. His fingers rasped across her nipple, and she moaned into his mouth.

Good lord the man knows how to make my body sing.

All coherent thought disappeared when his lips found her sensitive peak. He nipped it with his teeth as she grasped the back of his head and thread her fingers through his hair. His fingers slid back inside her aching pussy, stretching her while his thumb worked her clit and she whimpered her need. She bucked beneath him when he curled his fingers, reaching the spot that almost sent her through the ceiling. Her thighs tightened, and she lifted her hips that much higher when she felt his cock between them, pushing against her stomach.

“Now, Chase—fuck me!”

Pulling his fingers out, he rocked his hips, slipping inside her with a tortured groan. Her vaginal walls stretched, grasping him tightly as she moaned, “Oh God, yes!”

“You feel so good,” he murmured in her ear, and his rasping breath caressed the side of her face.

“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

“I couldn’t if I wanted to, baby.” His chuckle turned into a moan when he started to move.

The wall behind her was rough against her back when he shifted. His hips were hard between hers, and her legs were locked behind him. He reached behind her and grabbed her ass, lifting and spreading her, allowing him to slide that much deeper inside as the walls of her vagina started to contract around him.

Heat curled up from her toes when his hips ground against hers, his hair roughed skin rasping along her own, sending her desire spiraling out of control, and she cried out. Her climax burst behind her eyelids just before she heard him groan in her ear and surge against her hips. His soft, “Oh God” was ragged in her ear as she felt his seed coat the inside of her.

As his movements slowed, her lips caressed his neck, her tongue running over the soft skin. Smoothing his hands over her hips, he slid from inside her, and she slipped her legs from around his back. She didn’t want to let go, didn’t want the closeness they shared to end, but she knew it would as soon as she felt him stiffen in her embrace.

“Abby, I…”

She pushed against his chest until he stepped back. “Don’t say anything, Chase. I don’t want to hear it.”

“But.”

She looked into the stormy grey of his eyes. “Please don’t say you’re sorry. I’m not.”