Erin's Fancy

Chapter Two

It was shortly after ten in the morning when she drove the short distance to Abel’s house. It was only a couple of miles, but the closer she got, the more nervous she became. Butterflies crowded into her stomach and her palms were slippery on the steering wheel. Though anticipation and fear warred within her, her yearning was greater. Gripping the wheel tight, she made the turn and drove down the private road, pulling to a stop behind his house. Gratefully, she noted that no one could see her truck from the road.

Turning off the vehicle, she sat there for a moment and waited. The yard was empty and she could detect no movement inside. Opening her door, she climbed out and gently pushed it closed. The air was sultry and sweet as she walked towards the back door. The sun was climbing over the hills in the distance as she put her key in the lock, turned the knob and let herself inside.

Erin knew her way around the house, having visited here many times as a child. Mrs. Garrett had always been kind to her and any cooking and household skills that Erin now possessed had come from her patient instruction and tutelage. Erin had desperately wanted a mother, and Mrs. Garrett had wanted a girl to mother. It had worked out well for both of them and Erin had been heartbroken when she’d been killed. It had been like losing her own mother all over again.

She saw bags, several suitcases and boxes piled just inside the door, so she knew that Abel was around somewhere. Quietly she laid the pie on the kitchen counter and peeked inside all the rooms on the bottom floor, but each of them was empty.

Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she climbed the stair of the farmhouse. Assuming that Abel had taken up residence in his old room, Erin made her way to the bedroom at the front of the house. The door was partially closed, so she gently pushed it open, relieved when it didn’t squeak.

It was now or never. She could still walk away and nobody would ever know she’d been here. For a moment, as all her doubts and insecurities rose up to taunt her, she almost turned and ran. As she hesitated, her conscience piped up and whispered that there could be dire repercussions, for both her and Abel, if either of her brothers ever discovered what she was doing.

Poised at the threshold, with one foot edging forward into the bedroom, and the other still planted firmly out in the hallway, she chewed her lip in indecision. When she realized what she was doing, she made herself stop and rubbed her abused lips with her finger. It was a nervous habit that she’d never been able to break no matter how hard she tried.

Erin could feel a bead of sweat roll down her back. As much as she wanted this, she didn’t know if she had the nerve to do it. It was one thing to think about doing something she saw in a magazine, but it was quite another to actually do it.

A movement from inside the room caught her eye. The covers on the bed moved as Abel rolled over in bed to face the door. She held her breath as she waited for him to speak, but he said nothing. In fact, he made a soft snoring noise and settled back to sleep. Erin breathed a sigh of relief before her gaze was drawn to him.

God, he was gorgeous. He was so large, he filled the double bed completely and his feet stuck out over the end. His chest was bare, and the sheet was bunched around his waist. The muscles of his arms and torso stood out even when he was at rest. He had a perfect six-pack stomach and a light sprinkling of dark hair that angled down from between his flat brown nipples, traced a line straight down his belly, and disappeared under the covers. It was impossible for a man this size to look vulnerable, but his face appeared relaxed as he slept.

She couldn’t abandon her plan now. Seeing him here like this, there was no way that she could stop herself from climbing into bed with him. He was everything she had ever wanted in a man. He was loyal, kind, hardworking, and smart. The fact that he was gorgeous was icing on the cake. Restless, Abel sighed and turned once again until he was lying flat on his back.

Chewing on her bottom lip for a moment, she came to a decision. It might be easier for her if he just found her naked in bed next to him. That way she wouldn’t have to say anything but let nature take its course. After all, no hot-blooded male would ignore a naked willing woman in his bed.

Creeping to the end of the bed, her eyes never left his sleeping form as she toed off her sneakers before shimmying out of her jean overalls and panties. Bending forward, she tugged her shirt over her head and dropped it on top of her jeans. Her fingers unhooked her bra and a second later it joined the pile of clothing on the floor. Acting on instinct, she took the rubber band from the end of her braid and shook out her hair. Fully naked, she stood there, trying to decide the best way to handle this. There was hardly any room on the bed at all.

She froze as he shifted in bed again and a moment later grinned at his new position. As if he’d guessed her predicament, he had rolled until he was lying on his side and there was a space in front of him that looked to be just big enough for her to crawl into. Erin tiptoed around the side of the bed, picked up the sheet and eased down on the bed. Her whole body was tense as she lowered herself next to him, and when she was finally in position with her head on the pillow next to his, her breathing was shallow and quick and her heart was racing.

Erin’s breathing eventually slowed and deepened to match Abel’s as she lay there next to him. She waited for him to move, to wake, to speak, or to do anything. Finally, she came to the conclusion that she’d been too stealthy while sneaking into his bed. Abel was sound asleep and showed no signs of waking up anytime soon. She rolled her eyes and huffed out a breath, slightly miffed that he didn’t sense her presence. This was like something out of a romantic comedy, she thought with amusement— aroused woman gets nerve enough to climb in bed with hero who sleeps through the whole thing!

Well, she was here now and she wasn’t leaving. He had to wake up eventually and when he did, she sure hoped he liked his surprise. Grinning to herself, she rolled onto her side, facing away from him and snuggled into his pillow. She caught a whiff of his soap as her breathing got slower and deeper. The hypnotic sound of his breath and the heat of the day relaxed her. While she waited, her mind drifted to her upcoming blueberry harvest, and all the work she had to get done before then. Without her even being aware, she drifted off to sleep.

Abel Benjamin Garrett drifted in a hazy state somewhere between wakefulness and sleep, enjoying the remnants of a pleasant dream, as his thoughts wandered. Nightmares had plagued him for months now and sleep had become a luxury. He’d gotten used to always being tired, but by the time he’d finally made it home this morning he had long passed being tired and was now completely exhausted.

He’d driven all night and rolled into the small town of Meadows just after eight this morning. The grocery store was already open, so he’d forced himself to stop and load up a cart full of food. He couldn’t even remember what he bought, but he recalled a brief conversation with the lady who checked him out, as well as piling the grocery bags into the back of his truck.

The drive to his childhood home was nothing but a blur. It had been crazy and dangerous to keep driving, but Abel was filled with a burning desire to go home and shut the world out. Gathering the last of his energy, he’d dragged in his luggage and the groceries and dropped them in the kitchen. He’d shoved the perishable food into the refrigerator and left the rest piled on the floor.

Stumbling up the stairs, he’d stripped off his clothes and fallen into bed, immediately falling into a deep sleep. The usual images of violence and anger that were such a regular part of his dreams were missing for once. Instead, a comfortable feeling of well-being filled him, as he’d wrapped his arms around one of the pillows.

Totally relaxed as he lay there in bed, Abel let go of all thought and began to sink back towards sleep and the woman who still waited for him in his dream. He could still smell her. An elusive perfume permeated his senses, but he couldn’t quite place it. It was familiar to him somehow, and he knew that at some point in his travels he’d met this woman. The mattress shifted, indicating that she’d stretched out next to him. Giving himself totally to his dream, he lay there and waited to see what she would do.

A lock of hair tickled his nose, but instead of moving away, Abel leaned closer and breathed in the scent of fresh air, sunshine, and woman. He immediately became aware of soft feminine flesh snuggled close to him. Not wanting to wake from this delicious fantasy, he wrapped one arm around his prize and pulled her close until her behind was snuggled up tight against his throbbing erection. She squirmed a bit, trying to get comfortable, and he could feel his cock growing even larger.

Sighing, she mumbled something before drifting off to sleep again. Abel decided that it was time for him to explore. Even though he knew he had to be dreaming, he kept his eyes closed tight and inhaled the essence he was quickly becoming addicted to.

Because of her height, his dream lady matched his body better than any other woman he’d ever been with. Her ass cuddled his erection with ease, while his knees fit right behind hers. The sleek contours of her back fit nicely against his wider chest, and her head tucked right beneath his chin.

Indulging himself, he rested his hand on her flat stomach and spread his fingers wide, easily touching both her hipbones with his fingers. The heat from her belly warmed his palm, and it occurred to him how nice it would feel in the dead of winter to warm himself with her body.

Slowly, he used his index finger to trace a path up to her belly button, circling it before moving higher. Unerringly, his hand found her breast and cupped it. His large palm covered it completely, and a feeling of raw possession filled him. Mine. A wave of emotion filled him and he gripped her tighter, pulling her even closer until her back was plastered against his chest.

When she began to struggle lightly, he reluctantly eased his grip, and she quieted once again. Her nipple was stabbing the center of his palm and he felt a growing urge to taste it. He growled at the thought of savoring every square inch of her succulent flesh. His body was hot and his cock was swollen to its limits, but he didn’t take her. Not yet. In case he never got another opportunity, he wanted to enjoy every moment of this dream.

Her skin felt soft against his roughened finger as he traced the velvety skin around her nipple. She moaned sensually, pushing her ass back against him once again, while her hips made a little circular motion that almost drove him out of his mind. Clenching his teeth, he continued to explore her breast, testing the shape and texture of her nipple with his fingers.

Shifting his upper body slightly away from her, he kissed a path from the top of her head to the nape of her neck. Nibbling her neck, he continued to tease her breast and grind his erection against her behind. She sighed and raised her arm until it was wrapped around his head, holding her to him.

His muscles tensed slightly as he felt her fingers lightly skim his hair, and he found himself wishing that his hair were longer so that she could run her fingers through it. He kept his black hair cut fairly short for convenience sake, but the sensation of her hand caressing his scalp was a pleasant one. Sighing, he angled his head so it was easier for her to touch him.

It was hard not to protest when her hand slid from his hair. But instead of losing contact, she rolled over onto her other side so that she was now facing him, allowing her fingertips to trail along the side of his neck and over his shoulder, until her palm was flat on his chest. As she traced the muscles there, he could feel his body start to tense. His cock flexed, demanding attention. It had been a long time since he’d wanted a woman this badly.

Her fingers lightly rasped one of his flat male nipples. A moan of pleasure slipped from his mouth, and for a moment he was afraid she would stop. Instead, he felt her breath on his lips just before her soft mouth covered his in a sweet kiss that tasted of cinnamon. His heart was racing now as he waited to see what she would do next. She didn’t disappoint him.

Delving into his mouth, her soft, wet tongue explored every inch of him. Unable to hold himself still any longer, he gripped her head in his hands and turned it slightly so that he could have better access to her sweet lips. Taking his time, he sucked on her tongue before foraging his way into her mouth. There, he tasted and savored her sweetness.

His cock continued to throb, but it was almost a pleasant kind of torture. For a man who liked sex and women as much as he did, he’d all but lost interest in both in the last few months as his work had consumed him. The fact that he was actually thinking about sex again reassured him that he’d done the right thing by coming home. All he needed was a rest. A place to recharge his batteries and rethink his life.

Moving his hands slow as to not frighten his mystery lady, he allowed his hands to follow the line of her spine, gently urging her closer to him. She murmured something in response, but he couldn’t quite understand the words, and at this point he didn’t care. Cupping one of her firm tits in his hand, he used his thumb to rub the hardened nipple.

“Make love to me,” she whispered.

Abel froze as the sounds of the birds outside the windows penetrated his foggy mind. His hand covering her breast stilled and she made a small sound of disappointment as she gripped it in her own hand and began to move it once again. Prying open his eyes, his dream became a reality. The fragile slope of her neck was moist from his kisses and one creamy shoulder was exposed. The sheet had slipped low and his eyes followed the contours of her side and the indent of her waist, barely catching a glimpse of the side of her breast that was covered by his hand.

“You’re real.” His voice sounded surprised even to him.

“Did you think I was a dream?”

“Yes.”

She was a beauty. Her hair, pushed back from her face, was the color of a cinnamon stick. Pale blue eyes seemed to be cataloguing all his features as she reached out and traced his lips with her finger. Fine skin with a smattering of freckles across her slightly tilted nose, and full, lush lips completed the picture.

All in one motion, Abel grabbed her shoulders and flipped her until she was flat on her back. Rolling on top of her, he covered her body with his, trapping her under him. Capturing her hands, he raised them over her head and held them there with one of his hands. Her back arched and the hard nubs of her breasts stabbed his chest. He almost moaned as he felt her soft curves conform to the hard planes of his body. His arousal was poking her in the stomach, but there was nothing he could do about that. She was totally at his mercy.

Abel was the kind of man that other men walked softly around. Built on a massive scale, he was eight inches over six feet and more than two hundred and fifty pounds, all of it solid muscle.

But it was more than just that. It was the look in his eyes that said he had seen it all and done it all, and nothing scared him any more. Abel hated the thought of frightening a woman, but it couldn’t be helped. He needed answers. The one thing he did remember was that he’d locked the door behind him. If nothing else, this woman was guilty of breaking and entering.

He leaned over her, ready to reassure her that he wouldn’t hurt her if she answered his questions. Bracing himself to ignore the fear in her eyes until he got his answers, he opened his mouth to speak and then clamped it shut. She was smiling at him. A soft, sensual smile that had him swallowing hard.

“I’m glad you’re home, Abel.” Her voice was soft and sultry and made his toes curl. He wanted to hear that voice crying out in pleasure in the dark of the night. All the nerve endings in his body were humming in anticipation of that happening. He would have her, of that there was no doubt, but first he had to find out who the hell she was.

“Who are you and how did you get in here?” Her smile disappeared and he was filled with the ridiculous notion that his words had hurt her somehow. His first instinct was to do whatever it took to have her smile at him again.

“I guess you don’t recognize me.” She closed her pretty blue eyes and took a deep breath as if gathering her strength. “It’s me, Erin.”

For a moment the name didn’t register, but the moment it did, he wanted to throw back his head and howl at the injustice of it all. Erin Connors. His best friend’s little sister. He remembered her as a little girl following his every move with her enormous blue eyes. She’d still been a kid when he left home, and over the years, he’d only caught glimpses of her here and there. Jackson might be the closest thing he had to a brother, but what he was feeling towards Erin right now was certainly anything but brotherly. She sure as hell wasn’t a child any longer. Now, she was a woman grown, and what a woman! Tall and curvy, she fit him perfectly.

Dropping his forehead to hers, he pushed his hips towards her unable to help himself. “God, I wish you weren’t.” His cock throbbed, and it took every ounce of willpower he possessed to keep from coming on her stomach.

To his surprise, she pushed back, grinding her hips against him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

In spite of his aching arousal, he felt himself smiling as he looked into her disgruntled features. It was amazing. In a short few minutes with this woman, he had experienced more emotions than he had for a long, long time. Arousal, amusement, and curiosity filled him all at once.

“It means that you’re Jackson’s sister and therefore off-limits.” Because he could no longer resist them, he kissed the smattering of freckles on her nose. “Which is too damn bad, because I want to fuck you. Bad.”

She gasped for a moment and he prepared himself to be blasted by her for his blunt words, but she surprised him. “I want that too.” Leaning forward, she licked his lips. “Fuck me, Abel.”

Abel hadn’t expected her to take him quite so literally, but all the reasons why he shouldn’t make love to her were suddenly unimportant as she shifted, cradling his cock against her wet pussy. She was naked in his bed and more than willing.

An awful thought crossed his mind. “Neither of them will come looking for you, will they?” She knew who he meant and was already shaking her head.

“No. I told Jackson I’d be home in time for lunch.”

Abel smiled and glanced at the clock. “That doesn’t give us much time, but we can work around it.”

He felt her surprise as her body jerked slightly. “But it’s just past ten.”

“I know. I’d better get to work.” Releasing her hands, he rolled off her, turning her until her back was to him once more before licking a line down her spine all the way to the dimples just above her luscious ass. He kicked the covers off the bed as he moved until they were both naked. She made a slight sound of distress. “I plan to see and taste every inch of your luscious body, honey, and keep you naked as long as possible.”

“Okay.” Her voice was small and tentative, but the fact that she agreed so readily sent a wave of lust through him that was followed by a rush of tenderness.

Molding his hands over her ass, he squeezed both cheeks. “I love the way you pushed your ass against my cock until it was settled right here between the folds.” He moved his thumbs to the dark cleft and traced a path down towards her feminine heat.

Erin moaned and tried to hide her head under the pillow, but he wouldn’t allow it. Reaching up, he tugged the pillow off her head and smacked it against her bottom before tossing it next to him on the bed. “None of that.” Leaning over, he lightly bit her on the cheek before licking both her dimples. “You’ve got a gorgeous ass and I plan to enjoy every inch of it.”

Erin could hardly believe she was lying naked in Abel’s bed with the bright morning sunshine coming through the window. She felt exposed, yet she also felt decadent and sexy as her sensitive skin brushed the cotton sheets. It was a bit disconcerting to have her behind exposed to him, but the moment she felt his tongue on her flesh she forgot all about being embarrassed.

Her fingers clenched the sheets as his hands continued to shape and mold her bottom. It had never occurred to her that a man would find that part of her anatomy sexy or that she would enjoy his touch so much. She moaned as his clever fingers traced a line down the cleft between her cheeks. Almost against her will, her bottom rose to meet him. He laughed and it was a low, husky sound that sent shivers down her spine.

His lips were soft and firm as he kissed his way up her back. She could feel his large erection pushing against her bottom. Although she’d read that most men have a hard-on when they awoke in the mornings, she still felt special, as if it was all because of her. One of his large hands gripped her waist, and he pulled her back until his cock was once again sandwiched between the cheeks of her ass.

Once he was satisfied with her position, his hand slid to her stomach before he spread his fingers and combed them through her pubic hair. Slowly, he repeated the motion again and again until she was desperately trying to open her legs. Carefully, he lifted her top leg and placed it over his. It widened her legs enough for him to slip his fingers through her hair and down to the damp folds of her throbbing sex.

Erin whimpered and arched her head back against him. She needed more, but didn’t know how to ask him for what she wanted. He shifted for a moment and she felt his other arm slipping under her shoulders. When his hand cupped her breast she didn’t know whether to cry in frustration or to moan with ecstasy she was so aroused. The sound that came out of her throat was somewhere in between.

“You like that, do you?” His breath tickled her ear and sent tingles of sensations through her body.

“Yes.” She wanted to say more, but that was all she could manage. Her body was taut with arousal and she was perched on the edge of orgasm. It was exhilarating and slightly painful as she lay there waiting, anticipating his next move.

His fingertip brushed the tip of her distended nipple at the same time he pressed another finger against her clitoris. He didn’t move the hand between her legs, but just applied a steady pressure as he continued to lightly brush her nipple. She could feel his cock pulsing in the cleft of her behind. That combined with all the hours of anticipation was too much for her and she felt her body convulsing.

Crying out, she clamped her hand over his fingers between her legs to keep him there. Her body shook as the powerful release washed over her. Finally, when it was over, all her muscles relaxed and she lay quietly next to him. Neither one of them had moved position. His hands were still caressing her, but his touch was more soothing now than arousing.

Turning her head slightly she smiled up at him. She’d never felt this good in her entire life. “Thank you.” Her gratitude was heartfelt and real.

“You’re very welcome, but we’re not through yet.” His eyes were dark with arousal and need, and his hands tightened briefly on her body as if he was afraid she might try and leave him. She could have told him that she had no intention of getting out of this bed until he’d finally made love to her, but decided to show him instead.

Clenching the muscles of her ass, she gripped his cock tight. He hissed an oath between his teeth and his entire body went rigid. His eyes were dark slits as his mouth covered hers in a heated kiss. All signs of play were gone. This was a seriously aroused man and he meant business.

Erin could barely breathe as his mouth plundered hers. Their tongues tasted and tested one another and she knew that she’d never get enough of him. His hands were once again in motion. Two of his large fingers slid inside her slick opening and the sound in her throat was almost a purr in response to his action. Once his long fingers were seated to the hilt, he spread them wide, opening her further. The edge of his palm pressed against her clit. He swallowed her cries as his mouth continued to devour hers.

His other hand continued to shape and mold her breast, and she felt them swell even more with arousal. With his thumb and forefinger, he lightly pinched her nipple. Her body was alive and every inch of her was sensitized. She was overwhelmed by the urge to push.

With his arms wrapped around her like a vise it was hard for her to move, but she managed to swivel her hips slightly and push her breast even closer to his hand. Abel tore his mouth from hers and placed hot kisses across her cheek. When he reached her ear, he swirled his tongue around the outer rim before flicking the inside.

“Abel,” she moaned.

“Tell me what you want,” he ordered as he continued to stimulate her entire body.

“I want you.” Reaching behind her she grabbed his ass and tried to bring him even closer to her.

“You want me to what?”

Erin’s breasts ached and the emptiness between her legs was almost unbearable. “I want your cock inside me.”

His wicked tongue thrust into her ear as his fingers toyed with her nipple. “You want me to fuck you?”

Erin was panting hard now, her entire body vibrating with desire. “Yes,” she wailed. “Fuck me. Now.”

“Hell yes,” he groaned.

She cried out as he pulled away from her, but before she could protest, he drove his cock deep inside her. Her inner muscles clasped him hard as he pulsed within her. Erin closed her eyes. The connection she felt with this man was so intense. It was more than sexual. It was intimate, like having him inside her body, mind, and soul all at once.

He shifted, gripping her waist and pulling her downward until he was seated inside her to the hilt. “Damn, you feel good.” His voice was a low whisper in her ear and she nodded unable to speak.

With one hand on her waist, and the other on her breast, he began to thrust slowly and deeply. Erin could hear his harsh breathing and realized that her own was just as ragged. He pulled out as far as he could go before surging back inside her. She helped him as much as she could but he had all the leverage. The most she could do was lie there and enjoy the ride.

The hand on her waist slid downward until he was touching her clit with one finger. That single touch was enough to send her spiraling out of control and she cried out as she came once again. Abel thrust even harder a few more times before she felt him stiffen. He came deep within her. The hot liquid discharge intensified her own release and she cried out once again.

When they were both spent, they lay boneless against the pillows. Erin felt mellow, yet happy. She stretched her leg that was still draped over his and he gave a half laugh. “You’re going to kill me if you keep that up.” She groaned as he lifted her leg off of his. Her leg had gotten stiff in that position. Then she groaned with pleasure as his fingers dug into the sore muscles and he rubbed the stiffness from them.

“That feels so good.”

“So do you.” He breathed deep as he spoke. “You smell like sex and woman. I can smell myself on you. I like that.”

His primitive words sent a shaft of pleasure through her as they continued to lie there side by side. Neither one of them was in a particular hurry to move. A pang of disappointment went through her and she sighed when he finally pulled out of her. She felt empty without him and turned to face him. As if he understood and shared her feelings, he wrapped his arms tight around her.

Abel rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. Settling herself into the crook of his arm, she toyed with the hair on his chest. Pushing a lock of hair out of her face, he kissed her on the nose. “That was amazing.”

“It’s called spooning.” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

“What is?” He continued to sift his fingers through her long hair.

“What we just did.” She made little circles around his nipples as she spoke. “I read about it in a magazine.”

“Did you now?” He sounded interested. “What else did you read?”

Keeping her eyes glued on his chest, she concentrated on the motions of her fingers. “There was an article that listed what they said was the best seven sexual positions, and the one we just did was called spooning.”

“What were some of the other ones?”

The fact that he sounded so nonchalant about the whole thing gave her the courage to continue. “They all have different names like scissors and doggy-style, and a whole bunch more.” He stiffened the moment she mentioned the first one, and she suddenly lost her courage to continue.

She felt his chest begin to rumble. It took her a second to realize he was laughing. He rolled suddenly until she was lying flat on her back once again with him looming over her. There was a grin on his face as he cupped her face in his hands and gave her a quick kiss. “The scissors thing sounds painful, but I think I’d like the doggy one. In fact, I know I would.”

Erin could feel the heat rise in her cheeks and knew she was blushing. She tried to avert her gaze, but he captured her face in his hands, making her look at him. He was the epitome of the well-sated and indulgent male as he kissed the tip of her nose.

“We can try anything you want to.” One of his legs covered hers as he leaned over her. His eyes were dark green and serious as he spoke. “The only rule is that you tell me if I do something you don’t like. You can always say no. Understand?”

She nodded and gave him a tentative smile that seemed to satisfy him because he settled back next to her and cuddled her tight. “We’ll work our way through any of the positions you want to try.” His voice was low and sleepy. “And some more you probably never even thought of.”

Promise or threat, Erin didn’t care. Her entire body tingled as her mind conjured pictures of the two of them in various sexual positions. Allowing her hands to drift over the hard planes of his chest, she snuggled closer to Abel.

The heat and exertion made them both drowsy and their conversation trailed off as they both drifted off to sleep wrapped around each other.