Champagne & Chaps (10 page)

“You all spoil me.” She smiled at her brothers. “You always have.”

“Of course,” Wyatt said. “You’re our baby sister.”

They dug into their cake, which Sabrina had to agree was incredible. She’d never tasted any cake as good as this one. She wondered if Danica would share the recipe.

Zane cleared his throat, capturing everyone’s attention. He was beaming as he looked at Jessie who got up and went to him then perched on his lap.

She smiled and looked both excited and nervous. “Zane and I have some news, too. We’re making you all aunts and uncles.”

A moment of surprised silence and then everyone around the table erupted with words of congratulations.

Danica got up and flung her arms around Jessie and then Zane and then each one of the brothers hugged them, too, as well as Kaitlyn. Sabrina got up to give her congratulations and found herself enveloped in big hugs.

There was laughter and celebrating around the table.

Danica settled back in her seat, a big grin on her face. “When is my little niece or nephew arriving?”

Jessie appeared perfectly radiant like a mom-to-be should. “The end of April.”

“That’s wonderful.” Kaitlyn looked as excited as Danica.

When everyone had cleaned up the mess and every dish was clean, they went into the dining room where they sat around the huge dinner table that could seat at least a dozen people. The table had two leaves in the middle. They took one of the leaves out and the eight of them scooted their chairs around the table.

Dillon produced a deck of cards and held it up. “Time for a good game of poker.”

“I hope you like poker.” Wyatt leaned close to Sabrina. “This family is brutal when it comes to the game.”

“Girls always win around here,” Danica said as she got out the poker chips.

Her brothers vocally disagreed as they bought into the game, trading dollars for poker chips that valued from a quarter to a dollar.

“Girls rule.” With a grin at Sabrina, Jessie started shuffling the deck like a pro. “Just you watch.”

It was late into the evening when they arrived back at Wyatt’s ranch. She had planned to stay a few nights with him so she’d packed an overnight bag and had it in the back seat.

Moonlight covered the land and the fields of grass looked almost magical in the silvery glow.

Wyatt brought his truck to a stop in front of his house and killed the engine. Before she could open her door, he was already there. He opened it, took her by her waist, and swung her down from the truck. She laughed and he didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath before he kissed her hard. She sighed into the kiss, sliding her arms around his neck.

“It’s so good to have you here, sweetheart.” He kissed her hard again then straightened. “You’re out late,” he said over her shoulder. Then he added, “Sabrina, I’d like you to meet my foreman.”

She looked in the direction he did and she smiled at the good-looking man who was dismounting from his horse. He took off his hat and held it in one hand.

“Jason, this is Sabrina Holliday.” Wyatt turned to Sabrina. “This is Jason Sattler,” he added as she and Jason shook hands.

She liked the look of the tall, lean cowboy and his solid grip. Even in the moonlight she could see the friendly light in his eyes. “A pleasure, ma’am,” he said with a nod.

After he shook hands with her, he turned to Wyatt. “Got back not too long ago. We found tire tracks and a cut fence line, this time in the west pasture, but not real far from the last place. Took us a while because the fence was messed up real good and we didn’t’ find it until late.”

“Damn.” Wyatt looked grim.

“I think the same—sonof—” He glanced at Sabrina as he cut himself off. “Sorry, ma’am,” he said, then looked at Wyatt.

“I know who you meant.” Wyatt scowled. “I’ll deal with it tomorrow.”

Jason nodded. “Anything else, boss?”

“You’ve been out late enough tonight.” Wyatt shook his head. “Thanks for taking care of it.”

“No problem.” Jason turned to Sabrina. “Have a good night, ma’am.”

She nodded. “You, too.”

Wyatt clapped his hand on Jason’s arm. The cowboy touched the brim of his hat as he gave a nod to Sabrina then mounted his horse. He clicked his tongue as he and the horse moved away into the moonlit night.

With a preoccupied look on his face, Wyatt grabbed her purple overnight bag from the back of the king cab. His expression shifted when he met her gaze.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Just more trouble that we don’t need.” He put his arm around her shoulders and squeezed her close to him. “But I don’t intend to think about that tonight. Tomorrow is soon enough for that.”

She leaned her head against his shoulder as they walked. He kissed the top of her head and they headed into his house. He closed the door behind them and set his hat on a coat rack.

Flutters erupted in her belly as they went through the living room and down the hall to his bedroom. It was the first night they’d been alone together since they’d made love in the cabin.

He set her bag down on a chair in the bedroom then brought her into his arms. He smiled. “Did you enjoy yourself today?”

“I love your family.” She returned his smile. “I had a lot of fun.”

“Good.” He brushed his lips over hers. “Now that I’ve shared you for a while, you’re all mine.”

“Yes.” She kissed him softly. “I’m all yours.”

He brought his lips to hers and gently explored her mouth with his tongue. She sighed as he kissed her and slid her arms around his neck. He felt solid and real. She breathed in his scent and felt the heat of his body against hers as he brought her body even tighter to hers.

His body was hard, the ridge of his erection even harder. The feel of it sent tingles through her belly to the place between her thighs. She had wanted him again since the first and last time they’d made love.

He moved his hands across her back and his palms were warm through her blouse. He eased them down to her waist and then he cupped her ass and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her to the bed and settled her onto her back on the quilt. He turned the switch on the lamp beside the bed, the glow gentle and buttery warm.

She looked up at him and into the intensity of his expression. He ran his hands over the jeans covering one leg and tugged off her athletic shoe and then slowly stripped off the sock, then removed her other sock and shoe.

When her feet were bare, he reached for the button of her jeans then pulled the zipper down. She raised her hips as he tugged the jeans over her legs and tossed them onto the floor. She was wearing red panties with black lace and he left them on as he unbuttoned her blouse.

She was wearing a red and black lace camisole that matched her panties, and a black prosthetics bra beneath that, but she still felt a twinge in her belly that what he was seeing wasn’t real. He helped her out of her blouse, leaving her in the camisole, bra, and panties.

“I want to see all of you,” he murmured as he touched the hem of her camisole.

Heat rose to her cheeks as she looked up at him. “I—I don’t know.”

“All I care about is you, like I told you before.” He skimmed his knuckles close to where her breasts had been. “I care that you’re healthy and that you’re a special woman. You are beautiful to me in every way possible.”

His touch sent shivers through her and his words warmed her heart at the same time. She took a deep breath. “Okay,” she said, but she knew she sounded hesitant and unsure.

He gave her a soft, sexy smile. Instead of pushing her camisole up he tugged her panties down. A thrill went through her belly as they slid over her legs and he dropped them to the floor.

When he reached for the hem of her camisole again, he slowly pushed it up to her shoulders and slipped it over her head. Then he raised her up enough to unfasten her bra with the prosthetics and he removed it and set it aside.

The backs of her eyes ached with tears. Not only from the sense of loss and embarrassment that she’d felt, but the tears threatened to come because of the gentle way he touched her, tracing her healed scars with his fingertips.

He lowered his lips and kissed her chest, sweet butterfly kisses and a tear did leak from her eyes. It wasn’t embarrassment or anything else. It was because of the beauty of the moment.

He raised his head and traced the path of the tear with his thumb. “I’m sorry you had to go through that. I’m simply grateful that you are here with me now. I am grateful for you.”

Another tear rolled down her cheek and he kissed the path it made. She looped her arms around his neck and smiled at him. “Thank you,” she said.

He shook his head. “Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for letting me love all of you.”

Her heart filled with emotion as she pulled him down for a kiss, and she made a sound of want and need. He groaned as he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her in return. He moved his lips and kissed the corner of her mouth then kissed her nose and then her chin. He started working his way down the column of her throat.

As he went he also kissed all of the visible bruises left over from the accident and moved his lips down to her belly and on to the juncture of her thighs.

Her stomach flip-flopped as he pressed her thighs apart with his palms. He nuzzled her curls then ran his tongue along her folds. She gasped and raised her hips without even realizing she was going to. He licked her delicately then with more intensity.

She gripped the comforter in her hands, her fingers clenched in the material as she writhed with pleasure that was almost too sweet to bear. Her thighs trembled as she felt the rush of climax coming on.

He slid his palms beneath her ass cheeks and sucked her clit. She cried out as an orgasm slammed into her and light sparked behind her eyelids. She couldn’t help it as she clenched his head between her thighs as he licked her even harder.

She twisted to the side, unable to bear it any longer and he gave a soft laugh as he moved up her body and kissed her. Her mind spun as she came down from the peak, her core still throbbing.

He rose up, a smile on his handsome face, as he toed off his boots and removed his socks. She eased up in bed so that she was sitting on the edge of the mattress, smiling at him.

She watched as he unbuttoned his shirt revealing his hard, muscled chest and her gaze traveled down to the his taut abs and the way his Wrangler jeans hung low on his hips.

As he removed his belt, she got to her knees in front of him then unbuttoned his jeans. He brushed her light brown hair out of her eyes, pushing it aside as she drew his zipper down. She brought his jeans to his ankles and smiled when she saw the hard ridge of his erection through his boxer briefs. She pulled them down, freeing his cock and he stepped out of the jeans and boxer briefs. She wrapped her fingers around his erection, feeling the soft skin over such hardness beneath.

She brought her mouth to the tip of his cock and ran her tongue along the tiny slit and licked away the semen. She moved her hand along his thickness and his length then kissed her way down to his balls. His masculine scent enveloped her as she cupped his balls and slid her mouth over his erection.

He was long and hard in her mouth and she took him to the back of her throat. She bobbed her head up and down, moving her hand in the same motion, drawing a deep groan from him. He clenched his hands in her hair as she went down on him, low guttural sounds coming from his throat. She sensed his body tensing and knew that he was about to reach climax.

His voice sounded almost harsh with need as he said, “Stop.” She slid him out of her mouth, scraping her teeth along his length, and he hissed. “Sweetheart, I’m too close to coming to play around like that.”

“Who’s playing?” she said in a teasing tone.

She smiled at him as he caught her up in his arms and laid her on the bed. His own smile was pained as if it was all he had been able to do to hold back. He reached into a drawer in the nightstand beside the bed and drew out a condom package. After he opened it, he tossed the wrapper over his shoulder.

He rolled the condom onto his cock then settled on the mattress between her thighs, pressing her legs apart with his lean hips. She reached up for him and linked her hands behind his neck. He braced a hand to one side of her while positioning his cock at her core and she felt it there, hard and ready.

She caught her breath then cried out as he thrust inside her. Her eyes widened at the feel of him inside her, the thickness, the fullness. She was still sensitive from her earlier orgasm and the feel of him inside of her was incredible.

As he drove in and out, she found herself closing her eyes as she fell into the sensations.

“Look at me.” His voice was rough as he thrust. “I want to see your eyes. I want you to watch me take you.”

A shiver went through her and every sensation seemed to magnify as she met the brilliance of his blue eyes. He continued to drive in and out in a steady rhythm. Her own breathing grew as rough as his was. Perspiration coated her skin, mingling with his, the heat of his body making hers even hotter.

He reached places inside her that had never been touched before and she ached for him like she’d never wanted another man in her life. She wanted all of him. She had all of him. She didn’t think it would ever be enough.

Her orgasm grew inside of her, building and building. He held her gaze then kissed her hard before rising back up again to watch her as he took her. She’d never felt anything like this before. Never.

“I’m going to come,” he said. “I want you to come with me.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “So close. So close.”

“Come now.” It was a command that threw her into an orgasm so hard and fast that it shocked her. He gave a hoarse shout as she cried out.

She’d thought her other orgasm was powerful, but this one blew it away. Her core pulsed around his cock that throbbed inside of her.

He brought her with him as he rolled onto his side and he tucked her under his arm and held her close. “You know that I love you, Sabrina,” he murmured. “I never say anything I don’t mean.”

She smiled. “I’ve fallen hard for you, cowboy,” she whispered and snuggled closer to him. “And I think I’m in love with you, too.”