Chapter 17

Abe

“So not worth ten grand,” I grumbled as I finished draining the sewage from the RV.

Why did I sign up for this? I didn’t need the money. It was supposed to be an adventure with my best friend.

How the hell did I end up falling for his little sister? That was ~not~ supposed to happen. But no matter how hard I tried to resist, it had happened anyway.

I laid awake most of the night, trying to come up with a way to fall out of love with Cheyenne. Silly, I know. But I was terrified.

What if we got together and it didn’t work out? Or worse, what if we got married and had kids and ended up hating each other?

I dug up painful childhood memories of my parents fighting. Vicious fights, with horrible names flung back and forth, dishes breaking as they flew across the room.

And the fight that finally ended it. The night before I left for California to start my first year at UCLA. When my dad hit my mom for the first time. That I knew of anyway.

Thank goodness I was home. I’d restrained him before he could cause any more harm to my mother.

He sobbed on my shoulder after she left. The first time I ever saw my dad cry. He told me stories about their fairy tale romance. I didn’t understand how people could fall out of love like that.

My cell rang, snapping me out of my depressing thoughts. I wiped my hands on my shorts before fishing the phone out of my back pocket.

Craig’s name flashed on the screen. What the hell was he calling me about this early in the morning? ~It’s almost noon in Vermont, goofball.~

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“Hey, man,” I said. “What’s up?”

“What the fuck are you doing with my sister? You promised me you wouldn’t hurt her.”

“Good morning to you too.”

“Abe, tell me you aren’t leading her on.”

“Did she call you?”

~Fuck.~ Things were awkward that morning, but I didn’t think she was upset enough to go running to her brother. And that wasn’t Cheyenne’s style. Or so I’d thought.

“No. She would never do that. I saw the article on that trashy website.”

“What article? What website?”

“You haven’t seen it?”

“No! Obviously.”

“It’s called ~Fifteen Minutes of Fame~. They took a bunch of pictures of you guys. And after I looked at them, I kinda started to believe the crap they wrote.

“Why did you take her on a date to a fancy restaurant? I’m guessing you’ve already slept with her.”

“Whoa. Slow down.” My head was spinning. I had to see the article. “Where do I find this thing?”

“There’s a link on your social media page.”

“Okay. I gotta hang up so I can go check it out.”

“Wait. Abe?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m your best friend. She’s my sister. Level with me, man. Please.”

I sighed. “I’m in over my head.”

“I thought so.”

“Listen, I’ve gotta go. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Please don’t break my sister’s heart, Abe.”

“That’s the last thing I wanna do.”

“Good.”

I hung up and loaded the website on my phone.

~Holy fuck.~

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I sank onto the picnic table as I skimmed the article.

~Engagement ring?~

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~Baby bump?!~

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If I wasn’t so freaked out about Cheyenne, I probably would’ve laughed at the absurdity of the article.

How did they get a picture of us at the restaurant? Did people have no scruples? Any respect for people’s privacy? Apparently not.

Cheyenne was gonna flip out when she saw the picture of her on the fence. The one where I was grinding between her legs.

We needed to be more careful when we were in public if we continued with our current arrangement.

I couldn’t imagine finishing the rest of the trip without touching her, kissing her, and making love to her. And I knew, without a doubt, I wanted Cheyenne in my life.

Permanently.

I just needed some time to figure it all out. I’d never committed to a woman before. I was swimming in unfamiliar waters.

When I went inside, Cheyenne was asleep on the bed. The iPad was lying next to her, open to the ~Fifteen Minutes of Fame~ website.

I placed the iPad on the nightstand and pressed a soft kiss on her forehead.

***

I yawned and rubbed my eyes. It was going to be a long drive to Saskatchewan Landing. We weren’t even an hour outside of Calgary. Still in Alberta. But everything was fucking flat.

And yellow. They were experiencing a drought in the Canadian prairies. Apparently, it hadn’t rained in several weeks. And there were no trees. Nothing but wide-open roads and fields as far as we could see.

“Hey.”

I glanced up as Cheyenne emerged from the back and settled in the passenger seat.

“Hey.” I returned my attention to the road in hopes of avoiding a discussion about our relationship. I wasn’t ready.

And I was trying to stay awake and drive an eight-thousand-pound RV with a Jeep hooked to the back.

“Someone took pictures of us at the Stampede and posted them on a gossip website,” she said, staring out the windshield.

“I saw it.”

“Oh. Okay.” She sighed before clearing her throat. “Did you want to talk about it?”

“Nope. I’m tired, and I just wanna get to the next park as soon as possible.”

“Oh.”

My gut clenched at the hurt in her voice. I was such an asshole. She deserved someone better than me. A man who wasn’t afraid of commitment.

“I’m sorry about last night. I haven’t forgotten that we’re just casual and you don’t want anything more.”

~Fuck.~

I had to get rid of her. I couldn’t have her in the cockpit if she was going to force me to have a conversation I wasn’t ready to have.

“Cheyenne, I’m tired. I don’t feel like talking. We’ve got a long drive ahead of us. I can’t do this right now.”

I could feel her steely glare trained on me as I continued to look straight ahead. Better to have an angry chick than one bawling her eyes out. I could deal with anger. But I wasn’t good with tears.

“Fine,” she huffed before she rose from her seat and disappeared into the back of the RV.

***

Somewhere around the Saskatchewan border, we drove into light rain. By the time I pulled into the park, it had progressed to a torrential downpour.

~Just fucking great.~

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So much for the drought. After I parked the RV, I headed into the back to grab my raincoat. The bedroom door was closed. I hadn’t seen Cheyenne since she stormed off four hours before.

She didn’t offer to make me lunch like she usually did when we were on the road. And I was fucking starving.

But, because I was the man, I was the lucky fucker who got to go outside in the pissing down rain and hook up the trailer so we could have electricity and running water.

I cursed under my breath as I threw on my jacket and headed outside. The rain slashed against my face while I worked feverishly to unhook the Jeep.

I’d just finished leveling the trailer when I heard a voice behind me.

“What can I do to help?” Cheyenne stood behind me, huddled in her pink raincoat, her blonde locks pasted to her forehead like spaghetti.

“Nothing,” I grumbled as I headed to the water hookup.

“There must be something I can do.” She followed me, watching while I hooked up our hose to the site tap.

“Go inside, Cheyenne. I don’t need your help.”

“What is your problem, Abe? Are you seriously gonna give me the silent treatment?”

I sighed as I turned to face her, trying desperately not to lose my temper. “My problem is that it’s pouring fucking rain, and you won’t go inside!”

“That’s not what I’m talking about, and you know it!”

I took a deep breath, sucking my lips between my teeth as I ran my fingers through my soaking wet hair. “Just go inside, please,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Why? So you can hide from me? Avoid whatever this is between us? What are you so afraid of, Abe?”

My jaw ticked. She pushed my buttons like no girl ever had before, and I couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“I’m afraid of you!” I shouted.

“What?” Confusion clouded her eyes.

“I’m in love with you, Cheyenne. And that scares the shit out of me.”

Before she could say anything, I grabbed her and crushed my lips down on hers, one of my hands fisting in her hair while the other one grabbed her by the ass, pulling her in tight against my body.

“Inside,” I growled when I broke the kiss.

She stared up at me, eyes wide and full of defiance. I thought she might slap me. I deserved it. But instead, she spun around and stomped away.

I followed her inside the RV, slamming the door behind us. We removed our wet outerwear in silence.

“I’m gonna fuck you in the shower,” I informed her.

She nodded but didn’t utter a word. Just followed me into the bathroom and watched while I reached in the shower and turned it on. I peeled her wet clothes off her body, never taking my eyes off hers.

“Get in, baby,” I whispered. “I’ll be right behind you.”

I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the shower. She stood under the water, trembling as I closed in on her. “I need to be inside you. Right now.”

I backed her up against the tiled wall and took her mouth, my lips and tongue greedy as I ravaged her.

Cupping her ass, I lifted her so she could wrap her legs around my waist. She tightened her legs, grinding her hot pussy against my cock as I slid it up and down, gathering her wetness on the head.

Any restraint I possessed evaporated into the shower steam. I thrust into her with a mighty grunt, going balls deep.

She cried out, her moans of pleasure echoing through the bathroom as I went at her like some kind of animal. I pounded in and out of her pussy, gripping her hips so tight I knew I’d leave a mark.

“Oh fuck. Oh my God, baby. You feel so fucking good.”

I was so keyed up, I couldn’t wait for her. The pressure was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. My cock swelled before I exploded inside her, shooting stream after stream of cum into her body.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” I panted, resting my forehead against her chest.

“For what?” she whispered as she ran her hands through my wet hair.

“For attacking you like an animal and not waiting for you to come.” I slid my cock out of her body before helping her regain her footing on the slippery shower floor. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No,” she chuckled softly. “And I don’t need to have an orgasm every time we have sex.”

“I’m gonna make it up to you. Give you so many orgasms you won’t know what hit you.”

“Okay. I won’t turn down an offer like that.”

After we washed each other, I turned the shower off and wrapped a towel around her body. “Let’s get something to eat. I’m starving.”

***

“That was delicious, sweetheart.” I leaned back in my chair with a sigh of contentment. “How did I get so lucky to find a woman who can cook?”

“I made you a chicken wrap,” she laughed as she gathered the plates and carried them to the sink. “It’s not exactly gourmet cuisine.”

I pushed my chair back and rose from the table. “Everything you make tastes like it came from a five-star restaurant.”

“Thank you, Abe.”

“No, thank you,” I murmured as I snaked my arms around her waist.

She slipped her arms around my neck, gazing up at me with so much love in her eyes, I swear my heart stopped for a second.

~Run, man. Get the fuck outta here. It’s now or never. She’s gonna chain that ball to your ankle if you don’t get out right now!~

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I didn’t run. Pushing all my negative thoughts aside, I captured her mouth, kissing her with an unbridled passion fueled by love and desire. I was drowning, and she was the air I needed to breathe.

“I want to make love to you, Cheyenne,” I whispered, lifting her into my arms, our lips molding together as I carried her to the bedroom.

I placed her on the bed and stepped out of my boxers. She shimmied out of her satin robe and tossed it aside, offering up her naked body.

I crawled between her parted thighs, lowering my body as I brought my lips to hers, sinking my tongue into her warm mouth.

She moaned softly, rubbing her pussy against my cock. I captured her wrists, pinning them above her head before lacing my fingers with hers as I pressed our hands against the mattress.

The words I swore I would never say to a woman slipped through my lips. “I love you, Cheyenne,” I whispered, pressing kisses to her cheeks, nose, and forehead.

“I had no intention of ever falling in love until you came along. You’ve got me, sweetheart. If you’ll have me.”

She gazed up at me, her cornflower blue eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I love you too, Abraham. It’s always been you. My heart and body have belonged to you since I was fifteen.”

“It’s settled then. You’re my girl.”

“I’m your girl,” she said softly, a shy smile forming on her lips.

I pressed gentle kisses against her lips as I entered her.

Our bodies moved in a relaxed, synchronized rhythm before climaxing together in an earth-shattering moment that erased any shred of doubt about my feelings for this girl.

***

“Oh, God. Abe. I’m gonna come again.”

I thrust two fingers into her pussy while I sucked on her clit. She thrashed around on the bed, her third orgasm tearing through her body.

“Okay,” she gasped when I pulled my fingers out, replacing them with my tongue. “No more.”

I lifted my head from between her legs. “I was going for four. I’m making good on my promise from earlier in the shower.”

I’d been eating her out for the better part of the past hour. The rain came down hard, pelting against the roof of the RV as we spent our first hours at Saskatchewan Landing in bed.

I kind of hoped it would rain the whole two days so we’d have an excuse to stay inside.

“It’s your turn,” she said, pushing my head away from her pussy as she sat up. “Your wish is my command.”

“Really?” I asked with a wolfish grin as I rose to my knees. “Anything?”

She frowned, looking away as her cheeks reddened. “No. There are some things I won’t do.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t do anal. Not even fingers. Gross.”

“Fair enough,” I laughed. “Anything else?”

“I’m not into whips and chains, or any of that stuff. But I’m not opposed to the idea of being tied up.”

“Well, lucky for you, I left all my whips at home.”

“So, what’s it gonna be?” she asked.

“I want you to put on your cowboy boots and ride me.”

“That’s it?”

“Yep. Those boots make me horny. Wear your cowboy hat too. And some sexy underwear. But nothing else.”

I laid on the bed with my hands behind my head, waiting patiently while she got ready in the bathroom.

Cheyenne was so hot. And she was all mine. I had a girlfriend. And I was okay with that. More than okay. It felt fucking fantastic.

I had no idea what we’d do when the trip ended. But we had lots of time to figure that out.

She emerged from the bathroom in a black lacy thong. Her long blonde hair cascaded from under the cowboy hat. I licked my lips, my dick rising to attention as she climbed onto the bed with her boots on.

“You like what you see?” she asked in a husky voice.

“Um,” I chuckled, grabbing my hard cock. “What do you think?”

“Mm. I think you need a nice, warm place to put that thing.” She straddled me, rubbing her pussy against my cock.

“Do you have any strong attachment to that thong?” I growled.

“Not really.”

“Good.”

I grabbed the thin strip over her hip and tore the panties from her body. “Ride me hard, cowgirl,” I ordered, gripping her hips firmly as I lined my cock up with her entrance.

She lowered herself onto my hard shaft, taking me slowly into her warm, moist channel while her tits bounced in my face. I stuck out my tongue, swiping at her erect nipples.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I groaned. “Ride me, baby.”

I’d been holding back, letting her control the pace. But once she started moving up and down on my cock, my restraint went out the window.

I thrust upward, going balls deep as she slammed down, her cowboy boots rubbing against my thighs while she gyrated her hips.

I reached between us and massaged her clit, giving her exactly what she needed. She cried out when her orgasm rolled through her, her pussy clamping down on my cock as I followed her to ecstasy.