Wild Wyoming Nights
Wilder Series 1

Chase buried his hands in his pockets as he slowly approached. Heat swept up his neck when their eyes met. What the hell am I doing here? It’s not like I know her or anything.

For some reason, he felt compelled to make sure she was all right.

After following the ambulance to the hospital, he had parked his truck and moved inside the waiting room until he saw her come out.

Damn, she’s got pretty eyes. “Hi.”

“Hi.” She cocked her head to the side and a smile lifted the corners of her mouth.

Pulling one hand out, he ran his fingers through his hair for a moment before he stuttered slightly, “I’m sorry. I guess I should tell you who I am so you don’t think I’m some kind of weirdo.”

Her green eyes sparkling in the dim light of the waiting room and one shoulder lifted in a shrug. “I’m from New York. I know all about weird people.”

He dropped his gaze to the floor for a moment, and then smiled in return. “I’m Chase Wilder.”

She stuck out her hand and answered, “I know. Abigail Carter, but my friends call me Abby. Nice to meet you, Mr. Wilder.”

Startled, he took her hand in his for a moment, impressed with the firmness of her grasp. “You know?”

“Yeah, I remember you telling me outside the ambulance, but the paramedic in the back told me again.”

She slipped her hand out of his and he had the insane urge wipe his now sweaty palm on the thigh of his jeans.

“Thank you again for helping me.”

“My pleasure.”

“Are you always so helpful and handy to have around as you were today, Mr. Wilder?”

“Chase—please.”

“All right, Chase. You can call me Abby.”

He let a small smile twitch at his lips. Abby. Nice name.“Can I give you a lift home? They towed your Jeep to the wrecking yard.”

She grimaced. “Was it bad?”

“Afraid so.”

“I would appreciate the ride, then. I’m sure the cabs aren’t running tonight with all this snow.”

He swept his arm to the left and settled the black Stetson back on his head. “Right this way. I’m parked out front.”

They walked together through the sliding glass doors and out into the snow. The biting, frigid wind hit him in the face, and he noticed her shivering next to him. Her coat and sweater had disappeared, and even though they had managed to save her long johns, she was probably freezing. He slipped his heavy coat off his shoulders and wrapped it around her.

She shrugged out of his coat and held it out to him. “I can’t take your jacket. You’ll freeze.”

He shook his head and helped her settle it back around her. “I’m used to these winters. I was born and raised here. I’ll be fine until we get the truck warmed up.”

Chase ushered her to his truck and pulled open the door. She slid inside, and he shut it behind her. Hurrying around to the driver’s side, he slipped in and pulled his door shut against the howling wind and blowing snow. The diesel engine growled like a cougar on the prowl when he started it and let it idle for a bit, cranking up the heat inside. “It should warm up in a minute. The truck hasn’t been off very long.”

She rubbed her hands together before she put them between her legs. “It’s not really that cold in here, anyway.”

After a few moments, he pulled slowly through the parking lot, plowing through the snow with the front of his vehicle until they made it out onto the street.

“So where are we headed?”

“I bought the ranch house about three miles up the road from where the accident happened.”

His startled gaze swung to her across the cab before returning to the road in front of them. “You bought the Miller place?”

Her shoulder lifted in a shrug. “I guess so, if that’s what you call it.”

“Big stone fireplace in the living room?”

“Yeah.”

“I love that house.”

“You’ve been inside?”

He shook his head and laughed. “Yeah, plenty of times. I grew up with their boys.”

“You must not live far from there, then.”

He chuckled. “You could say that. My land actually is adjacent to yours. The fence along the south end borders both properties.”

“My neighbor?”

He flashed a smile as he looked across the cab. “Yep.”

“Mmm…interesting.”

“So how did you end up in Wyoming, Mrs. Carter?” She scowled and shot him a glance. “Sorry—Abby.”

Abby’s eyes went misty as she turned them out the window. He didn’t think she would answer until she whispered, “I wanted to get away from New York.”

“I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories. I’m just curious how a beautiful woman like you ended up in this backwater town.”

She snorted at his off-handed compliment as her gaze rested on  him a moment, then back out the windshield. The rest of the ride was made in silence.

As they pulled up to her house, a light burned in the window. She must have left one on when she headed to town earlier.

Abby shrugged the coat off her shoulders, but he stopped her. “Keep it until you get your own again. I’d feel terrible if you froze to death walking to the door.”

ADULT EXCERPT

Air whooshed from his lungs in a rasping sound when her breasts were revealed to his gaze. He sat forward in his chair as her pink areolas beckoned for his touch. Reaching toward her, he cupped her breast in his palm, as she moaned low in her throat. Her head tipped back, exposing her neck to his hungry eyes. Struggling to his feet, he stepped closer, and his lips found the rapidly beating pulse at the base of her throat. His tongue lapped at the soft skin beneath his mouth, until he found a path to her ear.

“God, Abby,” he whispered. “I want you so bad.” He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger until she gasped and pushed against his palm.

With one arm around her waist, he pulled her tight to his chest before his mouth swooped down, capturing her lips in a desperate kiss. His tongue dove inside the warm cavern of her mouth, dueling with her own, and she moaned softly.

His free hand slipped slowly down her flat stomach and then dove beneath the waistband of her panties to find her wet and swollen, waiting for his touch. Her pelvis rocked toward him, and he let his finger slide past her tightly filled pussy lips to rasp against her clit. He swallowed her moan as he continued the assault on her mouth with his. His fingers slipped inside her hot pussy, and her vagina clamped down, sucking his fingers as he slid them in and out.

He lifted his head and whispered, “You are so hot—so wet.”

She whimpered and rocked her hips toward his hand.

“Let me love you, Abby.”

“Oh. God. Yes.”

She groaned when he removed his fingers from inside her.

He pushed her back onto the dining room table, while his mouth captured her lips in a mind-altering kiss as she reclined on the hard surface. One hand found her breast, molding the soft mound to his touch. His fingers pinch the hardened nipple slightly, and she arched toward him with a tortured groan.

“Chase, please.”

His mouth worked its way from her throat to her breast, taking the pebble hardened nipple in his mouth. He sucked and licked as she wiggled beneath him, moaning her needs in soft sighs and whimpered words. His hand skimmed down her belly to slip beneath the silk of her panties and worked them off her hips. Once they were free, he let them drop to the floor under their feet. His hand skimmed softly up her leg before he drove two fingers knuckle deep inside her waiting pussy.

“Oh, God,” she whimpered when he slid his fingers in and out, finger fucking her until her pussy wept with need.

Removing his hand, he stepped between her spread thighs. He kissed down her chest and across her flat stomach until his lips found the inside of her legs, nipping at the soft skin before soothing it with his tongue.

Her hands grasped his head as she lifted her hips, silently begging for his mouth. With one long stroke, his tongue licked from vagina to clit, and her head whipped back and forth on the table top. After several sweeps with the pad of his tongue, she whimpered and moaned as sweet, hot cum slipped from her inside her. He didn’t stop, couldn’t stop until he had tasted every last drop.

He kissed his way back up her stomach as his fingers worked at the belt buckle and button at his waist. Reaching into his back pocket and grabbing his wallet, he pulled out a condom and stuck the foil package between his teeth. He dropped his pants to his ankles, and then slid the latex over his hard cock.

Abby’s heavy eyes peered at him from under her lashes when he moved between her thighs.

“Are you sure? If you don’t want this, tell me now and I’ll stop. Once I’m inside you, there is no turning back,” he whispered as he pressed his cock against her opening with a slow rock of his hips.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

With a hefty groan, he slipped inside her. His eyes met hers and the astonishment in her gaze reflected exactly what he held in his heart.

How could she feel so perfect, so right?

After a moment, he let his hips rock while her pelvis cradled his. He pulled back until the head of his penis barely stayed within her warmth. Chase clenched his jaw tight while he fought for control. He hadn’t made love to a woman in a very long time, and he didn’t know if he could forestall the inevitable. His thumb found her clit, toggling against the hard bud of her sex, wanting, demanding, she submit to the pleasure he knew crawled up her body.

“Move—now. God, Chase, fuck me, please!”

As her desperate plea met his ears, he released the strangle hold he held on his desire. He drove his cock into her as deep as he could while she whimpered beneath him, and begged him with her eyes. Her fingernails raked along his back, urging him on as her heels dug into his buttocks, forcing his hips harder against her own.