The mouth-watering aroma of bacon trickled up my nose as I awoke from the best sleep of my life. I stretched and reached for Cheyenne, but her side of the bed was empty.
Duh. The bacon? She’s cooking your breakfast, dumbass.
I rolled over and grabbed her pillow, burying my face in it as I inhaled her tantalizing scent.
I shared a bed with a hot chick, and I didn’t fuck her. Didn’t get her naked. Didn’t cop a feel. What the hell?
And she was cooking breakfast. The girl was a trained chef. Everything she made was fucking delicious. Women like Cheyenne should come with a warning label.
Danger. Wife material.
In bright orange lettering. With big print. So guys like me have a chance to run before we get caught. I was not looking for a wife or a girlfriend.
I dragged my ass out of bed and wandered into the bathroom to take a piss.
Brush your teeth, idiot.
I studied my reflection in the mirror. My beard was getting long. I’d have to break down and shave soon. I grabbed my toothbrush from the holder on the back of the sink, looking around for the toothpaste.
My eyes landed on Cheyenne’s cosmetic bag, sitting at the end of the long vanity. I picked up the pink striped case and peeked inside the partially open zipper, hesitating before I violated her privacy. But she left it open. So I wasn’t really doing anything wrong.
I rifled through the bag, searching for a tube of toothpaste amid all the makeup and girly shit. I shuddered when my fingers grazed over a pink, plastic wrapper.
Ew. A tampon.
I was not comfortable with the subject of menstruation. Yeah. I was immature. But I’d never had a girlfriend or a sister. So I hadn’t been exposed to that aspect of a girl’s life. I knew guys who actually had sex with their girl while she was on the rag.
Not this guy.
I continued digging, coming across a little plastic case.
Birth control pills.
Good to know.
Finally, I located the toothpaste. I brushed my teeth, rinsed with mouthwash, and headed out to the kitchen.
Cheyenne had her back to me as she scooped scrambled eggs onto plates. She was still wearing her sexy pajamas. I was in my boxers.
We weren’t having sex yet, but we were comfortable enough to parade around half-naked in front of each other.
I slid my arm around her waist and brought my lips to her neck, peppering her soft skin with butterfly kisses.
“Good morning,” she whispered, her sweet voice igniting a surge of lust through my veins as my cock rose to attention. “I made you breakfast.”
“I see that.” I removed the spoon from her hand and turned her around, planting a searing kiss on her lips while I squeezed her ass.
“You’ll make a good wife someday,” I said, digging into my breakfast. “There’s some lucky bastard out there, who’s gonna hit the jackpot when he finds you.”
I looked up when she didn’t respond. She quickly averted her eyes and started spreading jam on her toast.
Oh boy. Better do some damage control.
She lifted her head. The sadness in her eyes was like a kick to the stomach. One that I deserved. “Don’t worry, Abe. I haven’t forgotten our deal. I understand this is just casual. I don’t need you to keep reminding me.”
“I know, sweetheart. I’m sorry.” The problem was, I needed the reminder.
“How’s your breakfast?” she asked.
“Awesome,” I mumbled as I cleaned up my plate. “What the hell was in those eggs?”
“Can’t say. A chef never reveals her secret ingredients.”
“I could get it out of you.”
“I don’t think so.” She eyed me cautiously when I pushed my chair back.
“No?” I scooped her off her chair, throwing her over my shoulder before heading to the bedroom.
“Put me down, Abe!”
I dumped her on the bed and climbed on top of her, pinning her arms above her head. “Tell me,” I growled playfully. “Tell me, or I’ll tickle you.”
“I’m not ticklish, so go right ahead.” She narrowed her eyes, throwing down the challenge. The girl should play poker. I had no clue if she was bluffing.
I let go of her wrists and tickled her belly. She laid perfectly still, her mouth set in a straight line. When I slid my hands down her thighs, I saw a hint of fear in her eyes.
I dug my fingers into the flesh behind her knees. She bucked underneath me, pushing against my chest.
“Stop!” she cried, screeching like a little possum as she tried to get away from me. “Please, Abe! I’m begging you! I lied. I’m really ticklish. I hate being tickled! I’m not kidding!”
“Tell me what you put in the eggs and I’ll stop.”
“Sour cream! Now, please stop. Please, Abe.”
I slid my hands back up her thighs to her hips, and continued up her rib cage. She gazed up at me with heat blazing from her baby blues as she ran her hands over my back, her nails scraping against my bare flesh.
I lowered my body over hers, settling my weight between her legs as I brought my lips to her mouth. She arched her back, thrusting her pelvis against my hard cock. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, groaning with pleasure when she rubbed herself against me.
My hands found their way under her silky camisole. She moaned softly when I cupped her breasts, rubbing my thumbs over the nipples.
“I love your tits,” I whispered between kisses.
“Suck on them,” she demanded, her voice husky with desire.
“Hm. A woman who gives orders in the bedroom. I like that.” And I really did. What a turn on. I had no use for girls who didn’t tell me what they wanted or liked, and then complained afterwards.
I pushed the straps over her shoulders, sliding the camisole down so her breasts were completely exposed. Cheyenne’s tits were perfect. Soft and perky. I already knew she was a 34C because I snuck a peek at her bra when I was helping her fold the laundry. Just the right size for her body. And her nipples. So pink. So pert.
I lowered my head, taking her right nipple into my mouth. She whimpered and writhed under me as I licked and flicked that tiny bud until it was rock hard. Then I moved to the left one and did the same thing.
“Oh God,” she moaned, grabbing my ass and grinding against my cock.
I lifted my head from her chest and kissed her on the lips. Soft and gentle. No tongue. If I didn’t stop now, I’d be inside her in no time flat. And that’s not how I wanted things to go down. I wanted to take my time and worship every inch of her body before I made love to her for the first time. Cheyenne was not a one-night-stand, and I wasn’t going to treat her like one.
And holy fuck.
I needed to have my head examined. Abe McLean did not do shit like that. The expression, wham, bam, thank-you ma’am, was written with me mind.
“Where are you going?” she asked when I rolled off her and flopped on my back.
“Why did you stop? Did I do something wrong?”
I silently cursed the assholes she’d slept with. Dumb fuckers who didn’t know how to please a woman, and then blamed it on her.
“Come here, baby.”
She rested her head on my chest. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I want our first time to be special.”
“I don’t need rose petals and soft music, Abe. I’m not a virgin. It’s just casual sex.” Her words stung, but I had a feeling she was saying those things to convince me she understood the nature of our relationship.
“That may be so, but I never take a girl to bed without buying her dinner first.” Okay. That wasn’t entirely true. But I usually bought girls a drink first.
“Okay,” she said. “Take me to dinner.”
“Tomorrow night. When we get to Lake Louise.”
“Fine,” she muttered with an exaggerated sigh. “But I’m kinda horny now. You’re a pussy tease.”
“A pussy tease?”
“Yeah. You know? Like a cock tease?”
I chuckled, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. “So, I was thinking I’d like to deviate from the itinerary today.”
“You don’t want to go on the hike?”
“No. I’m not in a hiking mood. I wanna have some fun.”
“I can get on board with that,” she said, running her hand down my belly. I captured her wrist just as she was about to slip her fingers inside my shorts.
“Not that kind of fun.”
“Fine,” she huffed, wriggling her wrist free as she stuck out her lower lip. “What did you have in mind?”
“What if we just hang out here? We’re supposed to be advertising the parks, but we haven’t spent much time at any of them. It’s the weekend. They have a lot of activities scheduled.”
“Okay. Sounds like a fun, relaxing day.”
“Are you always this easy to get along with, Cheyenne?”
“No,” she chuckled. “Just ask my brothers.”
I rolled over so I was on top of her again. She reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me in for a hungry kiss. I rubbed my cock between her legs, her heat radiating through her thin shorts.
“Fuck, Cheyenne,” I groaned before taking control of the kiss with sweeping thrusts of my tongue. “We really need to get out of this bed, babe. I’m a man. I only have so much willpower when I have a beautiful, sexy woman underneath me.”
“I’m not stopping you from leaving,” she whispered between kisses.
“You’re trying,” I laughed as I disentangled myself from her arms. “I’m going to take a shower. Alone.”
When I came out of the bathroom, she was still lying in bed. Much to my disappointment, she had covered up her tits.
I’d never tasted anything so delicious in my life. My dick twitched and hardened as I imagined my mouth exploring the rest of her hot body. I couldn’t wait to bury my face between those creamy thighs.
“Get up, lazy bum,” I said. “We’ve got some camping to do.”
We spent the day partaking in campground activities and posting selfies on the website. Mini golf, horseshoes, afternoon bingo, and teenage girls. A herd of them, following us all over the park and snapping pictures.
After dinner, we attended a dance in the rec hall. The small building was jammed with people of all ages, boogying their butts off.
“Your fan club is here,” Cheyenne said.
I followed her gaze to the other side of the room, where the teenage girls were gathered. “Fuck. I’ve had enough for one day.”
“Oh, they mean no harm, Abe. You’re a hot piece of meat.”
“You think so, do you?” I pulled her in close, rubbing my nose against hers.
“Yep. I have to pee. And when I get back, we’re gonna dance.” I watched as she headed off to the bathroom, her ass wiggling in her tight jeans.
“Excuse me? Um. Will you dance with my friend?”
I turned to find one of the teenage girls standing behind me. Five other girls stood against the wall, giggling. I knew darn well if I danced with one, I would have to dance with them all. “I’d love to, but it wouldn’t be fair to your friends. And if I danced with every one of you, I wouldn’t have any time left for my girl.”
She nodded, smiling sweetly. “I understand. We’ve been following your trip online. I just knew you two would fall in love. The way you guys looked at each other right from the beginning. Wow.”
I opened my mouth to correct her, but thought better of it. My feelings for Cheyenne weren’t anyone’s business. Especially not a bunch of teenage girls. I wasn’t in love. As if. And how could people claim to know something like that just from viewing pictures and videos?
I called her my girl. She wasn’t yet. But she would be the following night. Sort of. She would be my lover, not my girl. There was a big difference between the two. After a nice dinner in Lake Louise, Alberta, Cheyenne would be my temporary sexual partner. That sounded better.
I googled fancy restaurants and made a reservation while she was in the shower that morning. I was taking Cheyenne out for an expensive, romantic dinner. Because she wasn’t a one-night-stand. And she was my best friend’s sister. She deserved a dinner date before sex. No other reason.
Fool. If you believe that, I’ve got some swamp land for sale in Florida. You’re falling in love with her, dummy.
I shook my head, pushing that crazy thought back where it came from.
“Hey, I’m ready for that dance.”
I spun around at the sound of her sweet voice behind me. “Let’s do it.” I took her hand and led her onto the dance floor, pulling her close.
“I had a fun day,” she said, playing with the hair at the base of my neck.
“Me too.” I leaned in close to her ear, nuzzling her neck while I caressed her hips. I knew people were watching, probably taking pictures that would end up online. It must be awful to be a celebrity. I had a new appreciation for what they went through on a daily basis. And on a much larger scale than our fifteen minutes of fame. “Your ass looks pretty sexy in these jeans.”
“Thanks.” She gazed into my eyes, her cornflower blues swimming with an array of emotions. Lust for sure. And another L word?
My stomach clenched. And the only thing scarier than that look in her eyes? The lack of fear in me after seeing it.
I was so fucked. And instead of doing what any commitment fearing guy should do, and run for the hills, I leaned down and gave her a kiss. Not just a peck. Not a quick smooch. Nope. A passionate, no-holds-barred, tongue tangling kiss that brought the room to a standstill.
I was acutely aware of the whispers and the cameras flashing. But I didn’t care. Nothing mattered except the woman in my arms.
I stripped down to my boxers and climbed into bed. After the kiss, we managed to slip out of the rec hall unnoticed. I sucked in a big gulp of air, letting it out slowly as I stared at the bathroom door.
What was I doing? This was supposed to be a fling. Nothing more. I didn’t get attached to girls. It was safer that way. My parents’ volatile marriage taught me to avoid commitment. Who came up with the absurd idea of spending your life with one person? That was a recipe for disaster.
The door opened and Cheyenne emerged. My dick rose to attention, tenting in my shorts at the sight of her in her tiny checkered shorts and white tank top.
“Hey.” She gave me a shy smile as she climbed in next to me.
“Hello, sweetheart.” I rolled onto my side, pulling her toward me, so we were face to face. “Do you know how tempted I am to forget about the whole dinner first thing? And take you right now?”
She swallowed hard, a flicker of fear flashing in her eyes before she looked away.
“Hey,” I whispered, grasping her chin and forcing her to look at me. “Is something wrong?”
“I don’t want to disappoint you, Abe.”
“Is this about the problem you had with the other guys you’ve been with?”
She closed her eyes, nodding slowly.
“Then let’s take care of that problem right now. I don’t want you worrying about it tomorrow night.” I kissed her softly, caressing her back as I slid my lips across hers. “I’m gonna make you come with just my fingers.”
She laughed briskly. “Good luck with that.”
I pulled back, cocking an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge?”
“Shorts off,” I ordered.
She reached under the covers and slipped them off. “I reserve the right to say I told you so.”
“You won’t get to,” I growled before crashing my lips down on hers. Our tongues dueled for a moment before I slowed the kiss down to a more sensual pace. I slipped one hand under the covers, gently caressing the inside of her thigh. Her skin was so soft.
“Relax,” I whispered when I felt her tense up.
“I’m trying.” Her eyes locked on mine briefly. She was definitely not relaxed.
“Stop thinking. Close your eyes and clear your mind, and just feel.”
She nodded and closed her eyes.
I teased her with light kisses down her neck, barely grazing her flesh while my hand crept up the inside of her thigh. Pushing down one of her tank top straps, I licked along her collarbone before feathering soft kisses down to the valley between her breasts. She let out a low whimper, her eyes squeezed shut as she writhed around on the bed.
I rested my hand on her hip to hold her still before slipping a finger into her moist folds, gently massaging her outer lips. Her flesh was smooth, soft and hairless. I ran my hand up over her mound, groaning with pleasure with the discovery of only a very narrow strip of pubic hair.
Could this girl be any more perfect? Pubic hair is a huge turn off for me. I prefer a woman who is well groomed, with minimal to no hair down there.
Cheyenne was already wet. I gathered some of the moisture from her opening and spread it over her clit, rubbing slow circles around her bundle of nerves. She arched her back, pressing against my hand. Yeah. I would have her coming in no time. There was nothing wrong with her.
I nudged her thighs further apart with my arm as my fingers continued teasing her clit, flicking it lightly. She moaned loudly, kicking at the sheet that still covered her.
“Please, Abe,” she cried out as she ripped the sheet right off, exposing herself to me.
I looked down at her pussy. Pink and perfect, with a thin strip of blonde hair running down her mound. Her lips were puffy with her arousal, her slit glistening with moisture.
I had a sudden urge to bury my face between her legs. But I promised her I could make her come with my fingers only. I’d have plenty of other opportunities to eat her out.
I slid a finger inside her while continuing to flick her clit with my thumb. She bucked against me, her ass rising off the bed while her hands fisted the sheet beneath her.
“Oh God, Abe! I need to come!”
I pulled back and pushed two fingers in, curling them as I rubbed up against her G spot. Her legs spasmed, her pussy clamping down on me. I thrust my fingers in and out, hard and fast, while she rode the waves of her orgasm, moaning so loud I half-expected someone to come knocking and make sure she was okay.
When her legs flopped down like wet noodles, I pulled my fingers out and crawled on top of her. “Hey,” I whispered, pressing my lips against her forehead.
“Hey,” she panted, staring up at me with wide eyes. Then her face broke out in the widest post-climax smile I’d ever witnessed.
My heart felt like it would burst out of my chest at any moment, a rush of unfamiliar emotions washing over me. Emotions I would need to dissect later.
“I told you so,” I whispered.
She laughed as she reached up to wrap her arms around my neck. “Thank you, Abe. You have no idea what a relief it is to know there’s nothing wrong with me.”
She snuggled up to me, running her fingers over my abs. “I’d like to return the favour,” she said, slipping her hand down the front of my boxers.
“It won’t take much,” I chuckled.
When she wrapped her fingers around my cock, I knew I was in big trouble. Cheyenne Carson was an addiction that was going to be difficult to break. One I didn’t necessarily want to break as I found myself entertaining thoughts of keeping her.