Chapter 12

Abe

I circled the RV, completing the final checks before we pulled out.

Whistler was beautiful. I wish we could have spent a couple more days there, exploring the quaint village.

The park had been the nicest so far. We’d spent a relaxing afternoon lounging in the pool after our bungee jump.

I sighed heavily, recalling the disappointed look on Cheyenne’s face when I’d set up the pull-out couch last night.

But I didn’t trust myself to sleep in the bed with her. I didn’t have the self-control to keep my hands off her.

When I told her I wanted to take things slow to build anticipation, I wasn’t being completely honest.

The truth was, I was scared of getting physical with Cheyenne. Not of the act itself, of course. I had no doubts about my abilities as a lover. And I was confident I’d make her come with very little effort.

It was the afterward part holding me back. And the niggling fear that I could end up falling for her.

Somebody had snapped a picture of our post-bungee kiss and posted it online. I’d known that might happen with our increasing popularity.

How in the hell did two people making a cross-country trip in an RV attract so much attention?

I don’t think anyone expected the amount of publicity we’d garnered. Needless to say, Twenty-First Century Parks was ~very~ pleased.

I’d received four texts, one from each of Cheyenne’s brothers. Four messages with similar content. Threats of physical harm if I hurt her in any way. Promises to come to Canada and track us down.

I laughed softly, shaking my head at their candor as I tightened all the tank valves and adjusted the mirrors on the Jeep.

I headed inside to see if Cheyenne was ready to roll. She was on her tiptoes, reaching for something in a high cupboard.

Her tank top rode up, revealing smooth, tanned skin above her tiny white cotton shorts. Tight shorts that hugged her ass and pussy, leaving very little to the imagination.

There was no fucking way she was leaving the trailer with those on. I didn’t want anyone else seeing her in those shorts and conjuring up the same dirty images currently filtering through my brain.

My cock twitched.

~Fuck me.~

~

I wanted her.

~Bad.~

~

I walked up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist as I brought my lips to her neck. She trembled when I pressed my hard-on into her ass, my fingers caressing the exposed flesh on her belly.

“Hello,” she gasped, wiggling her butt against me.

“Hi,” I whispered, nibbling the top of her ear. I grabbed her by the hips and spun her around. Her arms came up around my neck as our mouths collided, tongues tangling while we ground against each other.

“We need to talk about these shorts,” I growled when we came up for air.

She pulled back, looking up at me with one perfectly sculpted blonde brow cocked. “What about them?”

“I don’t want you wearing them in public.” ~Oh shit.~ That came out all wrong.

“Excuse me?”

“I just think they would draw a lot of attention. ~Unwanted~ attention. We don’t need any more of that.”

She narrowed her eyes, studying me thoughtfully. I held my breath, dreading the tongue-lashing she was about to lay on me for trying to tell her how to dress.

It wasn’t the first time I’d made that mistake with a woman. They’re sensitive creatures. You had to be careful what you said and how you said it.

“You’re probably right. I’ll change before we get to Kamloops.”

Wait.

~What?~

~

Did she just agree with me? She didn’t freak out and accuse me of trying to control her when I was just looking out for her best interests?

Oh, I was ~so~ fucked.

Cheyenne wasn’t like other girls. If I were a smarter man, I would have put the brakes on right then and there. Before things went any further.

Let her down easy. Retreat to a safe place, where the only women I touched were one-night stands I didn’t give a shit about. But instead, I dug myself a deeper hole.

“Don’t get me wrong, sweetheart. I love your shorts. But I don’t want anyone else staring at this sexy ass other than me. It’s all mine.”

I lowered my hands, cupping her tight booty while I planted open-mouth kisses down her neck to her collarbone.

“Mm. That feels good.” She tilted her head, giving me better access to her neck. I slid my hands up her rib cage, my thumbs grazing the sides of her breasts as she moaned softly.

I was about to slip my hand under her top when someone knocked on the door. I ignored the light tapping, hoping they’d go away.

“Someone’s at the door,” Cheyenne whispered.

“Don’t care,” I mumbled, swirling my tongue inside her ear, my hands sneaking past the hem of her tank top.

“We should answer,” she giggled, swatting my hands away before she ducked under my arm and headed for the door.

I braced my hands on the counter where her warm body had been only seconds before. “Fuck,” I groaned, praying my raging boner would dissipate in the next few seconds.

“I just wanted to stop by before you left and make sure everything was satisfactory with your stay.”

The owner of the park smiled widely as she peered over Cheyenne’s shoulder, trying to sneak a peek inside the RV. “Wow. This trailer has all the bells and whistles.”

“Your park is lovely,” Cheyenne gushed. “The nicest one we’ve been to so far.

I walked over to the door, placing myself behind Cheyenne in case I was still sporting some noticeable wood. “Yes. Thanks. We had a great time. Whistler is beautiful.”

“I saw your picture online,” she said, giggling like a schoolgirl. “You know? The ~post-bungee lip lock~. That’s what they’re calling it.”

I cleared my throat. “Well, Mrs. May. Is there anything else? We were just about to pull out.”

“No. That was it. Just wanted to extend my thanks and wish you safe travels.”

“Thanks very much for stopping by.”

“Okay,” she said, glancing over her shoulder as she walked away. “Come back again. Anytime.”

“That was a little weird,” Cheyenne said, shaking her head. “She acted like you were some famous actor or rock star or something.”

“I know. I don’t understand it at all. We’re just regular people.

“I can’t imagine what it must be like to be famous. You’d never have any privacy. Couldn’t go anywhere without a bodyguard. People would gossip about you continuously. Tabloids make up shit.

“I don’t think it would be worth it. I value my privacy too much.”

“I think it’s kind of neat. But I’m sure the novelty would wear off pretty quickly.” She sighed heavily. “I hope my brothers don’t see the ~post-bungee lip lock~.”

“They already did,” I chuckled, pulling her into my arms. “I received four texts this morning, with similar threats of bodily harm if I hurt you.”

“Oh my God,” she groaned. “Don’t pay any attention. They’re all talk.”

“How about I don’t hurt you, and then I’ll have nothing to worry about?”

“You won’t, Abe.” She reached up, running her fingers through my hair. “I’m a big girl. I know this is just casual.”

“We should probably hit the road,” I said, squeezing her ass.

“Fine,” she huffed. “But later, I’m putting these shorts back on, and we’re gonna pick up where we left off in the kitchen.”

“Mm. I’m looking forward to that, sweetheart.” I pressed a soft kiss against her lips before reluctantly letting go and heading to the front of the RV. I settled into the driver’s seat, adjusting my throbbing dick.

~Fuck me.~

~

I should go back there and throw her down on the bed and take her.

But Cheyenne wasn’t some chick I picked up in a club. She was my best friend’s little sister. She deserved better. I owed her a night of passion she’d never forget.

To hell with one night. I’d give her five weeks of mind-blowing orgasms and amazing sex. Then she could move on to her next relationship without the hang-ups that plagued her previous ones.

And I would go back to my bachelor life. Too bad I already knew it wasn’t going to be that simple.

***

I closed the black tank valve, sweat pouring down my face. It was seven o’clock at night and still eighty-five degrees outside.

The four-hour drive to Kamloops had taken seven hours, thanks to a major pile-up on the highway. All I wanted to do was take a cold shower and flop on the couch with a beer.

I checked that the air conditioning was working and headed inside.

Cheyenne was rooting around in the fridge, muttering under her breath.

“I’m gonna take a cold shower,” I said as I walked by.

She glanced over her shoulder. “You hungry? I can grill you up a burger.”

“That’d be great.”

I went into the bathroom and stripped off my clothes. A cold shower had never felt as good as it did on that hot June night.

This trip was no relaxing vacation. Especially since Craig bailed.

The setup and teardown of the RV were a lot of work for one person. And we only spent two nights at each park. So it seemed like I’d just gotten it set up and it was time to leave.

And there was no one to share the driving with. Cheyenne didn’t have a driver’s license.

I threw on a pair of track shorts and wandered out to the living room. After grabbing a beer, I settled in one of the leather recliners.

The smell of the barbecue drew a growl from my empty belly. Cheyenne came through the screen door with a plate of burgers.

“Do you mind if I crash in the bed tonight?” I asked. “I need a good night’s sleep. The pull-out is okay, but my feet hang off the end.”

“Sure. No problem. I’ll sleep on the pull-out sofa.” She set the burgers down on the island. “What do you want on your hamburger?”

“You don’t have to wait on me, sweetheart.”

“I know I don’t have to, Abe. I want to.”

“Just ketchup and mustard, please.” I took a swig of beer as I watched her move around the kitchen. “We could both sleep in the bed.”

She handed me my plate with a shy grin. “Okay.”

“We can just snuggle,” I suggested, capturing her wrist. “I’ll probably be asleep the minute my head hits the pillow.

“You should be safe. For tonight anyway.” I winked at her before releasing her arm from my grip.

***

I’d died and gone to heaven.

After eight nights of tossing and turning in uncomfortable sleeping arrangements, I was finally in a proper bed. And not just any bed. A king-sized bed with a pillow-top mattress.

Cheyenne emerged from the bathroom wearing a sexy little outfit I hadn’t seen before.

A purple satin camisole with black lace that did very little to conceal her full breasts. The matching shorts barely covered her ass. She climbed in next to me and turned off the lamp.

“Hey,” I whispered.

“Hey. I thought you’d be asleep by the time I came out.”

“I’m glad I wasn’t. I would have missed seeing you in your sexy PJs.”

I snaked my arm around her waist, pulling her close to me so her back was pressed up against my chest.

Pressing my lips to her shoulder, I inhaled the coconut scent of her shampoo mixed with the lavender body lotion I’d seen in the bathroom.

We spooned in silence, our breathing and the hum of the air conditioner the only sounds in the bedroom.

I caressed the exposed skin between the bottom of her camisole and the top of her shorts. She felt good in my arms. I liked having her next to me.

And the last thought that flitted through my brain before I nodded off was how I could get used to having her there.