Authors: Paige Cameron
“Yes, I’m sure. You’re my choice.”
Brent loved hearing the tremble in her voice. He lay on his back. “Then come ride me, sweetheart.”
Angie straddled him and put his cock at her opening. Gradually, she took him inside her. Her wet heat clenched his dick tight. He put his hands on her waist and helped her move up and down more quickly. Pressure built, and he pushed harder up to meet her.
She threw her glorious hair back. It hung in a sheet of gold around her shoulders and down her back. Her pansy eyes locked with his. Ripples began deep inside and swelled into his chest. He gasped and pushed further into her pussy.
Her eyes glazed as her orgasm hit. Her pussy’s inner walls quivered and clenched his cock, sending a wave of pleasure flowing up through his body. He let himself go as the ravenous wave drowned him.
When he was able to speak, he turned his head and looked at her. “That was a small sample to hold you until I get to Montana.”
“I’m not sure I can handle a full-out feast.”
“I’m counting on it.”
They lay, hands clasped, and stared at the sky through the trees. After a few minutes, he rolled toward her.
“We’ll take a quick swim to cool off. By the way, I discovered our lake is cold because it's fed by a natural spring. After our swim, we'll dress and head for the airport.”
“If you insist.”
Worry had turned her pansy eyes darker. Picking her up he ran into the lake. The cool water was a shock to their hot bodies. He threw her out. She splashed and went under. As he knew she would, she came up smiling and going after him. At least for a few more minutes, he’d got her mind off of her sister.
* * * *
Brent kissed her and turned her toward the steps to the plane. “Remember, as soon as the worst of this blows over, I’ll come for you.”
“You better.” Angie twirled around, kissed him hard again, and ran up the steps. She waved one last time before moving inside the plane’s large lounge area. They’d gotten back late, and her sister had already boarded. Angie glanced across at the woman who was now her closest relative. Lily met her gaze for a second before looking back at the magazine in her lap.
Angie took a seat to the far side from where Lily sat. She looked out the window and waved at Brent, Samantha, and Jackson. The plane revved its engines, and they began to roll down the runway. She clenched the arms of her chair. She’d never liked to fly, and hadn’t in many years. She concentrated hard on being calm. When the plane leveled off, she took a deep breath and relaxed her arms.
The plane’s light indicated seatbelts could be unfastened. Angie was surprised when Lily got out of her chair and came across to sit right in front of her.
“I was rude. I’m usually a very nice person. Finding out our mother was dead shocked me. I'll never be able to hear her explain why she took you and not me, too. I've been shocked and angry with everything that's happened.”
“You have a right to be. That’s the way I felt when she uprooted me. She took me away from everyone I knew to a place filled with strangers.”
“Tell me about her, please.”
Angie smiled thinking about her mom. “She loved you. I saw her grief even though she tried to hide it. She was a loving person. We only had each other because she feared getting close to someone who might expose us to danger. And she loved flowers. Most of my garden, she planted. Reading was another passion of hers, and especially on rainy days. She said rainy days were made for reading.”
“I’ve always said that. I love to read, too.”
“Then you got that from her. Me too, but I also like to bake, especially when I’m worried or upset. Right now I have a chocolate cake, two dozen brownies, and a spice cake going to waste at my house.”
“I like to cook, but not particularly baking. I can do it if I have to.” Lily looked out the window. A sad expression came across her face. “My father was always good with numbers. I got that from him. I graduated this year with a masters in accounting. That’s what is so hard to understand. He made good money without having to do what he’s accused of.”
“Perhaps for him there was never enough. How did you find me, Lily?”
“With the computer. I did a genealogy search on Mother. She’d told Father that she had Scottish ancestors. I tried several names before I found a McElvaine that seemed to appear from nowhere in Oklahoma. There were others, but that one and the McElvaine in Texas seemed the best places to start. It was a wild guess. I’d never been out west, and the traveling gave me a chance to sightsee and possibly find my family.”
“But we’d left Oklahoma City years ago.”
“True. Papa said Mother was working in a bank when he met her. I tried them first. Went to every branch in town. At one of them I met a woman who when she saw me asked if I was Mother’s daughter. I explained we’d gotten separated. I said it was because of a divorce, and I wanted to find her.”
“She knew where we were?”
“In a weak moment when Mother was upset, she told this lady, who had become a friend, that she had to leave. She’d probably head south. She told her, her husband had been abusive. The lady promised not to tell anyone, and hadn’t until she shared the information with me.”
“I’m glad your father wasn’t as good at searching us out as you’ve been.”
“Well, twenty-one years ago the internet wasn’t available and widespread like it is now. And father never has liked to mess with computers. He has others do the work for him. He has one man that is especially good. He probably found my information on my desktop computer. I have my laptop with me.”
Angie thought of the man she’d called the hulk and wondered if he’d been the one to find her.
“After talking to the lady at the bank, I drove directly to Saddle Creek.” She looked at Angie’s neck. “Did my father do that?”
She considered lying and telling Lily his man tried to strangle her, but it would come out later. They didn’t need lies between them.
“He did.”
“You must hate me.”
“No, why would I? I’m amazed by how you found me, and at your determination and tenacity. Especially, when you had no idea how meeting us would turn out. You’re very brave.”
“Thank you.” Lily blinked her eyes and turned her face away.
“Can I hug you?” Angie asked. She stood and took a step toward Lily.
Lily got out of her seat and faced Angie. “Yes.”
Angie wrapped her arms around her sister. Tears came into her eyes. She had family again. A knot of hurt and pain in her chest, that she’d lived with for years, began to soften. She stepped back and saw tears in Lily’s eyes.
“Maybe if we can be friends, we can find our way back to being sisters,” Angie said.
“I’d like that.” Lily squeezed Angie’s hand before sitting back in her lounge chair. “Isn’t this the fanciest plane? I’ve only flown a few times, and this one is nothing like taking a commercial flight.”
“No, those Terrell brothers know how to do it right.”
“Are you in love with Brent?”
“Yes. But you see, I have a problem with trust. He almost has me convinced he’s with me for the long haul.” She chuckled. “I asked him to be a temporary husband, to give me a baby, and then leave.”
“You didn’t?” Lily leaned forward in her seat.
“I did. He agreed to my bargain initially. Now he’s changed the conditions and wants to make the marriage real and permanent.”
“With a handsome hunk like him, I’d think you’d be jumping with joy.”
“I am. But I’m not quite ready to let him know. I wanted to have this time apart, away from his influence. When he comes to get me, I’ll know one way or the other how I feel about marriage and him. He’ll also have time to consider his commitment. It’s all happened very fast.”
“Aren’t you going to miss him?”
“I already do.”
Chapter Thirteen
The full moon had risen and lit the dark sky. As they'd got closer to their destination, Angie moved around in her seat and checked her watch. She got up and paced around the lounge area, then sat down. She tried to concentrate on one of the magazines she'd picked up off a table. Were Brent’s parents really agreeable to having two strangers come to stay at their home? Especially since their father, or stepfather, was a notorious gangster just arrested by the FBI.
When Angie was with Brent, she’d hardly noticed her sore throat or the bruises on her neck. Her throat felt dry and sore now. The light came on to put on their seatbelts. The plane took a slight turn and soon landed.
She saw an older man and woman waiting beside a large silver truck as she and Lily came down the plane’s steps. The man walked forward to greet them as Angie stepped off onto the runway.
“Welcome, young ladies.” Mr. Terrell, a tall man with salt-and-pepper hair and a big smile, tipped his hat. “My wife and I are pleased to have company. Our pilot will bring your luggage when he comes to the ranch after taking care of the plane. You two come with me and meet my missus. She’s anxious to see you both.”
Brent had his mother’s bright blue eyes and golden-brown hair, although hers was peppered with gray. She smiled and hugged both of them.
“My Brent said you were both beauties, and he’s right. You have the most gorgeous hair.” She looked closely at them, and then nodded and said, “You must be Angie? He described you well. I think we met you once before, but your appearance is quite different now.”
“Yes it is. This is my sister, Lily.”
“It’s getting cool out here, and you ladies aren’t dressed too warmly. Let’s get in the truck. You all can talk better in a warm house with some of Momma’s coffee and cake.” Mr. Terrell helped Angie and Lily into the truck and his wife into the side seat in the front.
Curiosity had Angie looking all around as they drove down a long, two-lane, blacktop road. Lily watched out the side window. She sensed her sister’s withdrawal. She wasn’t surprised with all Lily had gone through the past few days.
They saw the lights on, in, and around the ranch house as they got close. Mr. Terrell glanced back and said, “Momma wanted to have all the lights on to make you feel welcome.” He smiled at his wife, slowed and turned into the driveway.
“Is the landing strip on your ranch, Mr. Terrell?” Angie asked.
“Yep. When the boys started traveling away from home so much, Drake went and bought a small jet. We decided to invest in our own plane and landing strip to encourage them to come home more often. Seems one of us is always traveling around the country.”
He parked the truck and helped them out. “Go on inside. I’m going to get Ty to join us. He’s probably down at the barn.” Mr. Terrell waved and sauntered off toward the large barn Angie saw in the distance.
Mrs. Terrell shooed them into the house. “I’ll show you your rooms. You can freshen up and join us back downstairs in the kitchen.” She pointed to a doorway on the left, and then led them up the stairs. “These two rooms on the right have an adjoining bath. I thought you might like to be close.”
She opened a door to the first room. “This was Brent’s room. All my boys loved fast cars.” She waved at the large posters, of every imaginable race car, hanging on his walls. “There are some pictures of him and Ty playing little league.
“Through here is the bath, and Ty’s old room. After he married, I made it into a sitting room, but the couch pulls out into a comfortable bed. If you’d rather you can have the room across the hall—”
“No. Thank you. I would like to be close to Angie. We can visit late and not disturb anyone.”