Wild Wyoming Nights (24 page)

When Chase asked the question they needed to know, Abby felt a stabbing pain to her chest, and she doubled over, moaning softly.

Chase was by her side in a moment. “Abby? What’s wrong? Are you all right?”

She panted with the pain and flattened her palm over her heart until the pain subsided. “I’m okay. It’s not me—it’s your mom.”

“That’s what I came to tell you. Mom is at the hospital in town. We need to go.” Cole’s terror filled eyes ricocheted between them after she could stand upright.

“Get your shoes.” Her startled gaze met Chase’s and he asked, “What?”

“I…you want me to go?”

“Of course. I need you with me.”

She nodded and slipped her shoes on, grabbed her coat and purse as they hurried to his truck.

It seemed to take forever for them to reach the hospital emergency room, but when they moved toward the doors, her heart calmed.

He grabbed her hand and folded their fingers together, so they lay palm to palm. He had staked his claim to her heart for all to see and she had to fight the urge to grin from ear to ear.

She sighed and whispered, “She’ll be all right.”

He pulled her to a stop and looked into her eyes. “How do you know?”

Her brow wrinkled for a second and then she smiled. “I can feel it.”

“I’m not going to ask.”

When they reached the receptionist, he asked where Bonnie Wilder was located. The woman directed the threesome into one of the emergency room bays, and Abby got her first look at Chase and Cole’s mother.

The stunning dark haired woman lay on the stretcher with wires running every direction. She grumbled to the man next to her and Abby had to smile. “I’m all right. Stop worrying.”

 
The two grown men reverted to little boy’s in front of Abby’s eyes. She watched the faces of both Chase and Cole as their worried gazes flew over their mother.

Bonnie rolled her eyes and sighed. “Did you have to call them, Charles?”

“Of course I did, darling. They are your children, after all.”

“I’m fine, you two. Your father overreacted.” Bonnie’s gaze moved to Chase, registering a surprised look when she noticed Abby standing by his side, his hand cradling hers. “Chase? Who might this pretty young lady be?”

He ignored her question and asked, “Are you sure you are all right, Mom?”

“Everything will be fine.” She took his other hand in hers and she patted it reassuringly before she held out her hand for Abby to take. “Since my son doesn’t seem to be inclined to introduce us, I’m Bonnie Wilder.”

Abby smiled before she grasped the other woman’s warm hand in her own. She could tell by the heat of Bonnie’s grasp, nothing serious was wrong. “Abigail Carter. It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Wilder.”

“Oh poo. It’s Bonnie.”

She laughed. “All right, Bonnie. I’m Abby to my friends.”

“Sooo—how do you and my Chase know each other?”

“Mother!” Chase exclaimed, an embarrassed flush creeping up his neck.

“Don’t start with me, young man. You’ve been cooped up on that property for far too long.”

Abby giggled and watched the strong man next to her bow to his mother’s reprimand. “We’re neighbors, actually.”

“Oh?”

“I bought property next door.”

“The Miller place, I assume.”

“Yes—I moved here from New York.”

“I thought I heard a northern accent.”

The doctor came in behind them and cleared his throat before he said, “We should be releasing you in a few minutes, Mrs. Wilder. All the tests are negative. You’ll just need to follow up with your doctor in a few days.”

“Wonderful! I hate hospitals.”

The three men standing next to the bed laughed, obviously knowing that the strong woman in the bed wouldn’t take this lying down.

“We’ll wait in the waiting room for you,” Chase said, pulling Abby to his side and wrapping his arm around her.

“All right, son. We’ll see you in a few minutes.”

When they reached the main lobby, Chase stopped next to the window and wrapped his arms around her, bringing her close. She inhaled his scent when she rested her head on his shoulder and buried her nose in his neck. After a few moments, she stepped back as he framed her face with his palms.

“I’m sorry things got interrupted.”

She put her fingers to his lips, and looked into his eyes. “Don’t be. She’s your mother.”

He kissed her fingertips before he smiled. “Somehow I knew you would understand.”

Cole slapped him on the back. “Hey—care to bring me into the loop here, you two?”

She laughed at the scowl on Chase’s face.

“I shouldn’t tell you anything,” Chase grumbled with pretend fierceness.

“What did I do?” Cole’s innocent look beguiled the humor in his eyes.

“You’ve been a thorn in my side ever since you came home.”

“Me?”

“Yes you. Don’t think I didn’t notice your attempts at matchmaker, little brother.”

“Looks like you’ve finally figured out what you were letting get away.”

Chase snuggled her closer to his side as he agreed with a dimpled smile and a nuzzle to her neck. A few minutes, his mother and father walked out of the emergency room doors, and joined them by the window.

“Now—how about some dinner?” Bonnie asked a quick smile to her lips.

“Are you sure you are up to it, Mom?”

“Most definitely. I have one young lady to get to know since it seems you’ve become rather fond of her from the look on your face, Chase.”

He blushed even though a smile radiated from his face and his dimples peeked out.

Abby sighed and snuggled to his side.
God, I love those dimples.

Leaning over to whisper in her ear when they headed out toward his truck, he said, “You’d better stop looking at me like that, or we’ll be heading home right now.”

Heat flushed her cheeks and she tried to hide her embarrassment against his shirt.

“I love it when you blush. I wonder, though, if the pretty pink extends to other places.”

She poked him in the side and he laughed.

Several hours later, they returned to his house after a wonderful dinner with his parents. She loved his mother already, and now she knew where Chase got his wicked sense of humor. Charles had cracked jokes the whole time.

They walked up on the porch together, arms wrapped around each other, but when he pushed the door open, she pulled away.

“Just where do you think you’re going, ma’am?”

She playfully pulled against his hands and backed away while she whispered, “I should probably go home. I mean…you couldn’t possibly be interested in making love again, could you?”

A wicked gleam sparkled in his eyes and he growled low in his throat. Not giving her an answer, he scooped her up and slung her over his shoulder as he walked in the house and shut the door behind them. Her giggles echoed through the room as he headed toward the bedroom and threw her across the bed.

She laughed as she scrambled to her knees and put her hands up. “Chase.”

“Huh?”
 
He crawled across the bed while she backed up, his eyes sparkling with challenge.

“What are you planning?”

“Me? Nothing you won’t like—I promise.”

He reached for her hands, pulling her toward him, wrapping one large one around her wrists. The other worked the edge of her shirt up her belly until he could reach her breast. Her breath hitched in her throat on a soft moan when his calloused palm rasped against her nipple. Capturing her lips with his, his tongue delved into her mouth, catching the next whimper she released. He let go of her wrists and she wound her fingers in his hair as she pushed against him. He worked the button on her jeans free and slipped his hands around the back to cup her bottom, lifting her tight against him. His mouth moved across her cheek until it reached her ear, nibbling softly on the lobe before moving down her neck. His fingers slipped across the crack of her ass under her thong and she gasped when one found her untried hole.

“Ever had a man in your ass, darlin’?” His hot breath whispered across her neck, sending shivers down her spine at the thought.

She groaned at the tantalizing thought. A man’s cock in that almost forbidden place intrigued her. “No.”

“Do you want to?”

“Oh God, yes!”

He chuckled against her skin, nipping at her neck and soothing the bites with his tongue as he pushed her backward against the comforter beneath them. His hands worked the pants off her hips and down her thighs while his mouth followed. Pulling them completely off, he tossed them across the room before his tongue played with her bellybutton ring. “Chase…please,” she begged with a desperate whimper.

His hot mouth worked his way down until he found her clit, pulled the skin back and swiped his tongue from vagina to clit in one long stroke. He speared his tongue deep inside her vagina while this thumb toggled her clit until she thought she would fly apart into a hundred pieces. Her pussy clenched and quivered when he slowed his assault and slipped two fingers insider her pussy and one in her ass.

“Oh. My. God.” She squealed as hot cum spilled from her, wetting the comforter beneath them. His pace never stopped until she couldn’t move.

Crawling back up, he licked her stomach, her breasts, and her neck until; finally, he kissed her mouth and then waited silently above her on his elbows. Her eyes opened to small slits to find his satisfied smile.

“That wasn’t fair, you know,” she whispered.

“No? Why not?”

“Because you haven’t been satisfied and I could take a nap right now.”

“I’m sure I can help you get motivated again.” His hand slid along her breast until his fingers reached her nipple and rolled it between his fingers.

Her back arched and desired zipped along her nerves. “You live to torture me.”

“You bet. I love having you at my mercy, screaming my name, mewing like a kitten when you are about to come. It’s sexy as hell.”

“Typical man,” she whispered.

He chuckled and then kissed her as he slid his tongue inside her mouth, stroking along hers until she spread her thighs, and cradled his hips. When they were both breathing hard, he lifted his head and looked into her eyes while he slid his length into her waiting warmth with a soft groan. He rocked his hips, stroking her vaginal walls, as she whimpered softly.

“I love you, Abby,” he whispered in her ear.

“I love you.”

After several moments of his torturous strokes, he murmured, “Roll over on your stomach.” Doing as he instructed, she stretched out on the bed on her belly. His hands grasped her hips and lifted so her ass stuck in the air.

“God, you can’t know how unbelievably sexy this is.” One hand smoothed across her buttocks while the fingers of the other delved into her hot pussy. “Will you let me take your ass, honey?”

She peered over her shoulder, and her breath caught in her throat with the heat reflected in his eyes. “If you’ll help me.”

He kissed her butt cheek and licked his way up her spine while he bent over her back until he reached her ear. “I don’t want to hurt you. I would never do anything to hurt you.”

“Tell me what I need to do.”

“Stay right there—just like that. Good Lord that’s hot!”

He left her side for a moment and retrieved something from the night stand drawer. At her questioning look, he said, “Lubricant.”

She nodded in understanding, and when the first dollop of liquid hit her warm skin, she gasped. “Damn, that’s cold.”

His warm chuckle tickled her ear until his lips blazed a trail down her back. His finger spread the lube between her ass cheeks and then one slid inside her back hole.

Abby moaned softly when he penetrated the tight ring of muscles with two fingers, spreading her and preparing her for his cock. He continued the movements of his fingers until she rocked her hips and moaned at the sensations he caused.

Finally, he positioned himself behind her, and she pressed back against his hand. His fingers slipped out, and she felt the pressure of the head of his penis slowly sliding inside. She hissed with the burn, and he stopped his forward movement.

With his lips near her ear, he whispered, “You okay?”

“Yeah. It burns a little.”

“I know, but the sting will stop in a few seconds.” He slid in a little more. “You have no idea how good this feels.”

“God, Chase, do it. Fuck me. I want you all the way inside.” She moaned and pushed back so that her butt lay flush against his groin. “That feels incredible.”

He chuckled softly near her ear before he groaned and pushed all the way inside. She wanted all of him, everything he had to offer, but she didn’t like not being able to run her hands over his hard muscles. “Only one problem this way.”

His movements slowed. “What’s that?”

“I can’t touch you.”

He exhaled with a forced breath before he answered with a laugh. “I know.” His hands came around to her breasts, lifting and massaging each mound and then he twirled the nipples between his finger and thumb. “But I can touch you.”