Buckhorn Brothers: Casey Part 17

Casey finished changing into cutoff jeans, an unb.u.t.toned, short-sleeve shirt and ratty sneakers. He snagged a beach towel and rejoined Amber. "Your mom lets Morgan get away with that because she likes it."

Amber sighed theatrically. "I know. Daddy says Mom has him wrapped around her little finger."

"Your mom and you both." Casey held his hand out for her and said, "Let's go before she runs off with Shohn instead."

"Yeah right." Amber slipped her small hand into his. "She's probably already in love with you. All the women act stupid around you."

Casey's heart jumped at that "L" word, but he said only, "You think Emma acts stupid?"

"No, silly. That's why I think you should keep her."

When they went back down the steps, they found Emma doing tricks with B.B. She threw a stick and he caught it in midair, then brought it back to her. She told him to roll over, to speak, to shake hands.

The boys were suitably impressed with his every feat. Without even thinking about it, Casey looped his arms around Emma from behind and kissed her ear. The kids all stared wide-eyed. "If you think her dog is neat, you should see her car."

That refocused the boys' attention.

"Is it as cool as your car?" "What color is it?"

Teasing, Emma said, "It's better than his car."

Casey raised an eyebrow, but agreed. "Definitely. We both have Mustangs, but Emma's is a cherry-red cla.s.sic. You know what that means?"

Garrett nodded. "It's old."

"But in great condition."

Frowning, Garrett said, "I'd rather have a new one."

"That's only because you haven't seen it yet," Emma a.s.sured him.

Casey gave her a squeeze. "How about we bring the car by here tomorrow and you rats can look it over?"

"Will you stay for dinner?" Amber asked, and even to Casey, who knew her private agenda, Amber looked like innocence personified.

Shohn aimed a thumb at his chest. "You could go out in the boat with us so I can show you how good I ski."

Emma stiffened with alarm, though why the idea of spending time with his family bothered her, he had no clue. She liked the kids, he could tell that much. And she'd been totally at ease even while apologizing and explaining to Morgan, Misty, Honey and his dad.

He let her push out of his hold and move a few steps away.

She turned to face him, saying, "I might already have plans..." But the words trailed off as she got a look at his naked chest. When a breeze blew by, parting the shirt a little more, Emma's mouth fell open, her eyes flared.

Satisfaction built within him.

Well now, that was nice. He was comfortable in his own skin, so casual around the lake he hadn't really thought about her seeing him when he yanked on the shirt. But Emma seemed to appreciate it. Once he got her on the boat, he'd lose the shirt and encourage her to lose the cover-up. He'd get her in the cove and hold her close, skin to skin...

Like perfect little strategists, the kids started begging Emma to return for dinner. Casey decided he would take them tubing a and soon. They deserved it.

He reached out and tugged on a lock of Emma's hair, then mimicked the kids. "Please?"

She swallowed, closed her mouth, and raised her eyes to his. "I'll try." Her smile was staged. "But I'll probably have to bring Damon along."

Casey groaned, grabbed his heart as if he'd been shot, and stumbled into Amber, who laughed while trying to hold him up.

"Who," she demanded around her smile, "is this Damon person?"

Casey straightened. He hugged Amber, then kissed her little turned-up nose. "He's no one important, sweetheart. Just Emma's friend. And if he comes to dinner with us, why then you can all show him how to catch tadpoles and crawdads on the sh.o.r.e, okay?"

Amber's small face brightened in understanding, and she gave Casey a conspiratorial wink. "Okay, Casey. That sounds like fun." She encompa.s.sed the boys in a look, and added, "It'll probably take him a long time to get the hang of it, but we'll be patient a even if it takes hours."

CHAPTER TEN.

EMMA TRAILED her fingers in the cold water. She loved the sights, sounds and smells of being on the lake, but it all faded away with Casey so near. It wasn't easy keeping her gaze off him. In fact, it proved impossible.

But Lord have mercy, he looked good. He now wore only low-riding cutoffs and he was perched on the driver's seat at the back of the boat, steering one-handed while the wind blew his dark-blond hair and the sun reflected off his smooth, tanned shoulders and the firm expanse of his broad back. He had one muscular, hairy leg braced on the deck of the boat, the other in the seat. She let her eyes follow the line of his spine all the way to the waistband of those shorts...

She jerked her gaze away. Staring at Casey's muscled backside would not help her get it together. The air was hot, but it didn't compare to what she felt on the inside. Casey had matured in ways she hadn't counted on. His body had always been lean and strong, but now he had filled out and his strength was obvious in the flex of muscles in his upper arms, across his chest and shoulders. He wasn't a hulk like Morgan, just nicely defined and very macho.

He was hairier than she remembered too. Not too much, but there was a s.e.xy sprinkling of dark-brown hair on his chest that faded to a thin line toward his navel, then a silkier line still down his belly a and behind his fly.

Emma breathed too deeply, imagined too much, but she wanted to touch him, kiss him.

When they'd first gotten in the boat, B.B. had demanded all her attention. He'd tottered back and forth, looking out one side of the boat then the other, constantly whining. He didn't like the way the boat moved and kept him unsteady. But within ten minutes, he'd settled down and now he watched out the back, his body braced against the casing for the inboard motor. His tongue hung out the side of his mouth and his furry face held an expression of excitement.

Emma had been smiling over that when Casey casually pulled off his shirt and stowed it in the side of the boat. While she ogled him, he suggested she remove her cover-up. She'd declined, and had been trying not to stare at him, without much success, ever since.

The lake was crowded with boats everywhere, more so than she remembered it being in the past. At first Casey had driven at breakneck speed, cutting across the wakes of other boats, bouncing over choppy waves, causing the water to spray into the boat and making her laugh. He'd gradually slowed and moved closer to the sh.o.r.eline so that now they glided through the water, watchful of skiers and swimmers and noisy Jet Skis.

A flashy cabin cruiser filled with sun worshipers zipped up alongside them. Lounged around the boat, three men and three women waved, prompting Casey to return the greeting. Emma saw his friendly smile, the way his raised arm showed a tuft of dark hair beneath, how his biceps bulged. She also saw how the women coveted Casey with open admiration, while the men leered at her. She didn't know if anyone recognized her, and she didn't stare back long enough to recognize anyone herself, but before the day was over, his friends would be talking. She hated that, but had no idea how to avoid it. Whether it was fair or not, she did have a reputation, and yet Casey was determined to be seen with her.

Her thoughts scattered as he steered the boat into a deep cove at the far end of the long lake, away from the congestion. He didn't bother to speak over the roar of the motor, but every so often she felt the intensity of his gaze settle on her. Little by little he slowed until the motor only purred and the ride was easy and smooth, just gliding through the water.

By the time they were out of sight from prying eyes, she couldn't hold back any longer and moved to the seat behind him.

Casey twisted his head toward her. He wore dark reflective sungla.s.ses, but she could tell by the set of his mouth, the slight flare of his nostrils, that his mind had centered on the very same thoughts.

Without saying a word, Emma knelt on the seat and settled both palms on his bare shoulders, smoothing her hands down to his shoulder blades, then to his sides in a deep, sensual ma.s.sage. Hot. Taut. Silky-smooth flesh over hard muscle.

Casey went still except for the expanding of his chest and back with each deep breath he took. She loved touching him, stroking him. "Emma..." he said, half in pleasure, half in warning. "d.a.m.n, you are good."

She leaned forward and pressed her open mouth to the spot where his shoulder melded into his neck. She breathed his heated scent while rubbing deeply at muscles, relaxing him and exciting him at the same time. "You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen."

He shuddered and reached back for her hand, then drew it forward to his mouth to kiss her knuckles. He held her that way, with one arm draped around his neck, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s flattened on his back. She put her cheek on his shoulder and hugged him. Strangely enough, she felt both content and turbulent.

"I want to show you something, okay?"

So overwhelmed with sensation, Emma could barely speak. She nodded.

He slowed the boat even more to drift into dark green, shallow water riddled with sunken tree limbs and covered with moss. This finger of the cove was narrow, barely big enough for a boat to turn around. Emma worried for the boat's prop, but figured Casey knew what he was doing.

That thought was confirmed when she spotted a skinny weathered dock with uneven boards at the very tip of the cove. It had old tires nailed to the side to protect the boat, with grommets for a tie-up. Casey brought the boat up alongside it, turned off the engine and secured it with the ease of long practice.

Enormous elms grew along all sides of the sh.o.r.eline, with branches reaching far out across the water to form a canopy over the cove. She could hear the croak of frogs, the splash of carp, the chirp of katydids. The air smelled thick with all the greenery.

Casey brought her around next to him. Every line of his body was drawn tight. "You like it?"

"It's incredible."

"I bought it. There're two acres, and the little cabin up the hill." He didn't look away from her as he explained that. "More like a shack, really. But it's secluded and peaceful."

Emma slipped off her sungla.s.ses to peer into the surrounding woods. Sure enough, halfway up the hill a small house was just barely visible through the thick trees and scrubby shrubs. Like the dock, it was constructed of weathered wooden planks and consisted mostly of a sloping screened-in front porch. A skinny dirt path led down to the dock.

She gazed up at the tall trees, blocking all but a few rays of sunshine, then she listened to the quiet. Her tone low in near reverence, she whispered, "It's almost magical."

B.B. whined, then leaped nimbly from the boat to the dock. He started sniffing, working his way to the sh.o.r.e.

Still staring at her, Casey asked, "Will he be okay?"

Emma nodded. "He won't take off. He just wants to explore the area."

"If he goes too far, he'll find a few cows on the adjoining farm. But that's it. For all intents and purposes, we're alone here."

He touched the zipper of her cover-up, right between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, with one finger. His dark gla.s.ses still in place, his voice a low murmur, he said, "Let's lose this now, okay?"

Trembling from the inside out, Emma nodded. "All right." Uncertainty made her feel clumsy. She wasn't shy, really, but it had been a long time since she'd experienced the freedom of the lake. Everyone everywhere wore little more than a suit, some skimpier than others. In comparison, hers was modest, concealing as much as a regular bra and panties might.

But that wasn't the point. She knew Casey would touch her, knew he wanted to have s.e.x with her, and the very idea of it had her near to moaning. She kept her attention on Casey's chest, instead of his face, and dragged the zipper all the way down. She stood in front of him, while he sat in the driver's seat, his face level with her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, his knees open around her legs.

With an absorption that shook her, Casey set his sungla.s.ses aside, reached out and caught the top of the terry cloth and tugged it slowly down her arms. Amber eyes took in the sight of her body as be dropped the cover-up on the seat behind her.

Leaves rustled overhead. Water lapped at the sh.o.r.e. A bird chirped. Neither of them spoke.

Casey wrapped his hands around the backs of her thighs, making Emma quiver. He stroked her, sliding his palms slowly and deliberately up over her hips to her waist where his thumbs dipped in near her navel, back and forth across her belly. He watched the movement of his fingers, then leaned forward and pressed an openmouthed kiss to the rise of one breast, another in her cleavage, lower, on her ribs.

Shaking under the sensual onslaught, Emma braced her hands against his shoulders. "Casey..."

"It seemed like you were gone forever, but now that you're back, it's like you never left." He licked her navel, took a gentle love bite of her belly. In a gravelly voice, he rasped, "This has been a long time coming."

Closing her eyes, Emma tunneled her fingers through his thick, warm hair. She stroked his nape, then pulled him closer. "Yes."

His hands moved back down her body to her bottom. He kneaded her, groaned, closed his mouth around her nipple through the bathing-suit bra. She felt the press of his hot tongue.

"Casey."

In the next instant, he stood and Emma found herself flush against him, his mouth on hers, his tongue sinking deep. He pressed his rigid erection into her belly, his breathing labored, his hands trembling as he touched her everywhere with a gentleness that bordered on awe.

He lifted his mouth and looked at her. The heat in his eyes stole her breath, then he kissed her again, easy, slow. Against her mouth, he said, "Emma, honey, as gorgeous as you are in that suit, all I can think about now is getting you out of it."

Emma looked around the area, which was deserted but still out in the open. "It...it's been a long time since I made out in a cove..."

"Don't." Casey's hands tightened on her and he squeezed his eyes shut. Three deep breaths later, he got control of himself. Despite his obvious turmoil, he cradled her close and spoke quietly near her ear. "I'm talking about making love, not making out. And I thought we'd go up to the cabin. It's clean, and no one ever comes here." He opened his mouth on her neck, pressed his tongue to her wildly thrumming pulse. He groaned again. "I need a long time, Emma. Hours. Days." Her heart thundered, and she heard him barely whisper, "A lifetime."

Her knees nearly buckled. But men often said things they didn't mean when they were aroused. She had to remember that so she didn't set herself up for disappointment.

Flattening her hands on Casey's chest, she levered him back, smiled and said with absolute certainty, "Yes."

B.B. FOLLOWED THEM up the hill and into the enclosed front porch. The dark screening kept bugs out and shaded the room, but let in the fresh air. With the small house buried in the dense woods, it was cool and smelled a little earthy.

The dog did a quick reconnaissance of the area, sniffing everything, pushing his nose into every corner. He decided it bored him, and went back out through the screen door into the yard. They watched him as he wandered down to the dock, found a heated spot beneath a ray of sun. He turned around, circled and dropped.

Emma smiled. "He's so lazy," she said, her voice sounding thick.

Suffering the most raging case of l.u.s.t he'd ever known, Casey seated himself on the side of the twin-size bed. The white cotton sheets were rumpled and the pillows still bore the imprint of his head from his last retreat three days ago. Then, he'd been considering his life, his future, what he wanted to do. There'd been many decisions to make.

Now all other concerns were pushed aside in his need to have Emma. Again, he clasped her hips and looked at her adorable belly, the way her bra lifted her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, how the waistband of the bottoms stretched across her hipbones. The bikini was nearly the same color as her skin, but nowhere near as soft.

"I put the bed in here when I bought the place. It's great for napping, and I like to come here and think."

As bold as ever, Emma straddled his lap, then settled onto him, groin to groin, belly to belly, b.r.e.a.s.t.s to chest. Her eyes were heavy, her face flushed, her lips parted. She touched his jaw with her fingertips while staring at his mouth. "What do you think about, Casey?"

You, he started to say, but caught himself. d.a.m.n, she looked ready. But he wanted to go slow, to make it last. He pushed his hands into her bottoms, cuddled her firm cheeks and rested his face against her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "Work. Life. h.e.l.l, I dunno." He'd often thought about her, wondering where she was and what she was doing. "I just like kicking back here, getting away from everyone."

Emma nuzzled against his ear. "Do you bring women here for s.e.x?"

He jerked back, offended and annoyed. "Only you, Emma."

Her big brown eyes darkened, and turned velvet with emotion.

Without even trying, she twisted him inside out. "Kiss me, Em."

She did, and d.a.m.n, she knew how to kiss. Her enthusiasm singed him and left him so primed it was a wonder he didn't slide her beneath him right now.

Patience, he reminded himself. He wanted more than one quick f.u.c.k. He wanted... h.e.l.l, he didn't know everything he wanted. But he wanted more. Of her. Of this.

Her bra ties slid free easily enough, yet the closeness of their bodies kept it in place. Casey clasped her shoulders and held her away from him. The cups dropped away from her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and Emma, while smiling at him, removed the top completely.

Beautiful. Casey held her steady as he leaned forward and closed his mouth around her left nipple. Her body flexed the tiniest bit in reaction and she made a sound between a groan and a purr.

He locked his arms around the small of her back to keep her from retreating as he feasted upon her. He took his time, loving the taste and texture of her, the small sounds she made. When her nipple was tightly beaded, be switched to her other breast.

At first, the gentle rocking of her body didn't register. When it did, Casey had to look at her. With her head tipped back, her lips parted, her fingers caught in his hair, she epitomized female abandon.