“I have to say, there’s nothing sexier than a girl in a dress and cowboy boots,” Abe said, gazing down at me with a salacious grin.
“I still can’t believe I let you talk me into wearing a dress to The Calgary Stampede.”
“It’s all about the photos, sweetheart. It’s called marketing.” He tightened his grip on my waist before his hand slipped down to rub my ass. “And the easy access is a nice perk for me.”
“Abe,” I hissed, swatting him playfully in the chest.
I glanced behind me, hoping no one heard his comment. We were standing in a huge crowd, watching the Stampede Parade.
My eyes landed on a creepy looking dude standing directly behind us. Eyes black as night stared back. Soulless eyes, with red rings around the pupils that reminded me of a crow. Dark, coarse hair covered his bare arms and spilled out the open collar of his plaid, button up shirt. A shiver ran up my spine as those frightening eyes roamed up and down my body before stopping at my chest.
“Abe,” I whispered, tugging on his arm. “Can we go?”
“Sure,” he replied, frowning when he looked at my face. “What’s wrong?”
“I have to pee,” I lied. I just wanted to get away from that man. If I told Abe, he might confront the guy.
“Okay, baby,” he said, leading me through the throngs of people. “I told you not to have that second cup of coffee at breakfast.”
“Yes. You were right.”
“I’m sorry. What? I’m not quite sure I heard you right.”
“Ha ha,” I snorted. “Keep moving.”
“Have fun,” he chuckled, gesturing toward the line snaking out of the ladies washroom.
Ten long minutes later, I emerged from the hot, smelly building. Abe was leaning against a fence, pouring Smarties into his mouth from the familiar blue box of candy he’d become addicted to.
“You’re going to turn into a Smartie pretty soon,” I laughed as I approached him.
“They’re so good. Why don’t we have these back home?”
“I’m not sure.”
He tossed the empty box in a nearby trash can. “Feel better?”
“Good.” He hoisted me up on the fence before settling himself between my legs. “Now, about that easy access.”
“Abe! Stop it. We’re in public.”
“Never,” he growled before he cupped my jaw with both hands, kissing me deeply. I fisted my hands in his hair as he grinded his erection between my thighs.
“Abe, seriously,” I laughed, trying to push his hand away when he slid it under my dress.
“Nobody’s paying any attention to us,” he mumbled, ravishing my neck. He slipped a finger past the elastic band of my panties, rubbing my clit before plunging two fingers inside me. “Doesn’t that feel good, baby?”
“Yes,” I moaned. “But I feel like we’re being watched.”
“Fine,” he sighed, pulling away and offering me a hand. “We’ll save it for later.”
The multicoloured lights of the midway twinkled in the twilight as the sun descended behind the mountains. Music blared from the various attractions. The carnies called out to passersby to come and play their games. The smell of deep-fried food permeated the air.
“Today was fun,” Abe said as we strolled along, holding hands.
“It sure was. I really enjoyed the rodeo.”
“I don’t think one day is enough. You’d need two or three to really experience everything. We should come back next year.”
Butterflies took flight in my belly. Abe said we when speaking about future plans. Did that mean he wanted something long-term?
I wasn’t getting my hopes up. He told me he wasn’t looking for a relationship. We agreed to a casual arrangement that would end when the trip did. He was probably mentally kicking himself for saying that. But he didn’t appear to have any regrets about his statement. Maybe he didn’t he realize what he said. That was probably it.
“Wanna take a spin?” he asked when we stopped in front of the Ferris Wheel.
“Sure. Why not?”
When we were settled on the ride, Abe wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me tight against his body. I rested my head on his shoulder as we slowly made our way to the top.
When was the last time I’d felt that safe and comfortable with a man? Never. Not even with Simon. He was too safe. My ex-boyfriend couldn’t hold a candle to Abe. Except when it came to willingness to commit.
Abe took my hand in his, linking our fingers together as he caressed my thumb. “Cheyenne?”
“Yeah?” I lifted my head and our eyes met. I lost myself in the sea of blue as he gazed at me lovingly. Holy shit. My imagination was playing tricks on me. Was I mistaking lust for love. “Abe?”
He snapped out of his trance and cleared his throat. “I. Um.” He cupped my jaw, running his fingers across my cheek before he brought his lips to mine for a kiss. A slow, sensual kiss, full of passion. A kiss meant to express feelings that he was too afraid to put into words. I really hoped I wasn’t misinterpreting what I saw in his eyes and felt in his kiss, or I was going to be in for a world of hurt.
After the Ferris Wheel, we wandered down the midway in silence until a carnie yelled out to us. “Hey, big guy. Why don’t you come win a prize for your lady?”
Abe glanced over at the game. “I rock at Skee-Ball,” he whispered, pulling out his wallet.
I watched in amazement as he rolled five balls into the one hundred slots, scoring a perfect game. He scowled when the carnie threw him a tiny stuffed animal. “Seriously? I played a perfect game.”
The carnie chuckled as he chewed on a toothpick between his teeth. “You do it again, and you can trade it in for the biggest stuffed animal I got.” He gestured to a massive moose hanging from the top of the tent.
“You’re on,” Abe said, tossing another five dollar bill down. And he rolled another perfect game.
“Impressive,” the carnie said as he climbed up and retrieved the moose, handing it to Abe with a crooked smile that revealed his missing front teeth.
“What am I going to do with this?” I laughed when Abe placed the moose in my arms.
“Keep it on your bed. And every time you look at it, you’ll think of me and our time together.”
I fought back tears at his reminder that our relationship was temporary. He certainly didn’t act like we were just a casual fling. Maybe it was time to find out how he really felt. But if I was wrong, it would make the rest of the trip very awkward.
Unfortunately, my mouth opened before my brain could catch up and stop the words from spilling out. “If I keep it on my bed, there won’t be any room for you,” I said, swallowing nervously as I watched his face for some kind of reaction.
“You don’t want a man like me in your bed all the time,” he said with a dry laugh. “You’d be better off with the moose.”
I forced a smile. “Yeah, probably,” I said quietly. “Let’s get out of here. It’s getting late, and we have a long trip tomorrow.”
“I’ve gotta empty the holding tanks before we pull out, and do a few other checks,” Abe said as he leaned against the counter and downed his last gulp of coffee.
“Okay,” I said, glancing up briefly from my iPad. He stared at me for a moment before rinsing his mug and heading outside.
I probably should’ve kept my mouth shut the night before. Things had been weird between us ever since my comment about making room for him in my bed. When we got back from The Stampede, I took a shower. He was sound asleep by the time I got out. Or he pretended to be anyway.
I took a sip of coffee and clicked on the link to our social media site. It still blew my mind that so many people were interested in our trip.
I shook my head as I scrolled down the page. Did people have nothing better to do? Some of the comments were hilarious. Others were downright rude.
Wait a minute.
My eyes landed on a photo that we didn’t post. It wasn’t the first time a follower had uploaded a photo they snapped of us. Someone posted the post bungee kiss. And one of us at the dance in Kamloops. But I wasn’t expecting to see a picture of Abe and I kissing while I sat on the fence at The Stampede. A photo of me with a dress on and my legs wide open, with Abe between them.
Oh my God!
What if my mother saw that? Or my brothers? My blood boiled. That was a private moment. How dare someone snap a picture like that and post it on the internet?
I skimmed the blurb underneath and clicked on the link. I found myself on an online magazine site called Fifteen Minutes of Fame. The about blurb explained how they follow regular people experiencing a taste of fame.
My stomach rolled, threatening to send my coffee right back up. I scrolled down the page, reeling as several pictures of Abe and I appeared on the screen.
Fifteen Minutes of Fame caught up with the Golden Couple when they arrived in Alberta this week.
Social media has been buzzing over the young couple since they embarked on a cross-country trip in an RV as part of a marketing campaign by Camping Park giant, Twenty-first Century Parks. The company recently acquired a slew of private parks as part of their expansion into Canada.
Abraham and Cheyenne captured the attention of online followers with their blonde hair and blue eyes, and obvious attraction to each other. Fans went crazy when the couple was caught in a post bungee jump lip lock last week in Whistler. The kiss fueled rumours about the budding relationship between the pair.
Cheyenne Carson was a last minute addition to the original group of four, replacing another girl who had to back out for personal reasons. Craig Carson and his girlfriend, Julie Petty, left the trip five days into the six-week adventure, when Petty broke her leg.
Inside sources tell us Abraham and Cheyenne were not in a relationship prior to the trip. Clearly, they are now. The exclusive photos obtained by Fifteen Minutes of Fame tell the story.
The lovebirds were spotted dining at a five-star restaurant in Lake Louise earlier this week, holding hands while they enjoyed a very expensive dinner. There was no mention of this little outing on their social media feed, leading fans to believe that the intimate dinner wasn’t part of their itinerary for Twenty-First Century Parks.
Abraham and Cheyenne spent the day at The Calgary Stampede yesterday, where Fifteen Minutes of Fame caught them in numerous PDAs.
So readers, how long before we see a ring on Cheyenne’s finger? Will she be sporting a baby bump in the near future? If that trailers a rockin’, don’t come a knockin’!
The images swam before my eyes, my tears landing on the iPad in big splats.
Abe was gonna flip out. He valued his privacy. It bothered him when people snapped pictures of us and posted them. He liked to have control over the content on our site. But Twenty-First Century Parks refused to block people from posting their own photos. They didn’t give a shit about us. And why would they? We were under contract to promote their campgrounds, and the more attention we attracted, the better.
Abe was a commitment phobe. My little comment the night before had scared him. This article would completely extinguish the fire burning between us.