Coast to Coast

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Chapter 23


“Oh my God,” Cheyenne exclaimed. “It’s beautiful here.”

I took in the red sandstone cliffs, sandy dunes and crystal blue waters of Cavendish beach. The view was stunning, but it couldn’t hold a candle to the gorgeous blonde standing next to me, her golden locks floating in the breeze. Cheyenne was absolutely perfect. And she was mine. I had to keep pinching myself to believe it wasn’t all a dream.

“Where do you want to set up our stuff?” she asked.

“Not here,” I said. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“What?!” she squealed.

I pointed to the boat taxi dock. “We’re going to a secluded beach.” I grabbed her hand, leading her down to the shore.



After we were settled on the boat, I wrapped my arm around her waist and nuzzled her ear. “Do you like your surprise?”

“I do,” she whispered. “Thanks. Someone on the public beach would have probably spotted us. I didn’t really want pictures of me in a bikini all over the internet.”

“Me either. I don’t want anybody ogling that sexy body. It’s for my eyes only.”

The driver pulled up to a dock and cut the engine. “There you go, folks. I’ll be back at three to pick you up.”

“Great. Thanks.” I handed him two twenties before climbing onto the dock and reaching for Cheyenne’s hand. “C’mon, babe.”

We spread our plaid blanket on the powder soft sand with the cooler next to us. The calm sea beckoned, small waves licking at the shore. A lone seagull wandered past, staring us down with beady black eyes as if annoyed that we had no food out.

“Will you put some sunscreen on my back?” Cheyenne asked, holding out the tube.

“Sure, hon.”

She pulled her pink top over her head, revealing her soft breasts barely covered by a black bikini top. I slid my hands up her sides, cupping her heavenly mounds as I brought my lips to hers. “Mm. I love your tits. They’re perfect. Made for my hands.”

She moaned, pulling my head closer when I slipped my tongue in her mouth, deepening the kiss. I untied the strings from around her neck, freeing her breasts from the tiny scrap of material.

“Abe! What are you doing?” She grabbed her top, trying to pull it back up. “Someone might be watching.”

“There’s nobody here. It’s a private beach.”

“Are you sure?”

“It better be for what I paid to use it,” I muttered before removing her hands from her bikini top and peeling it from her body. I nudged her back on the blanket and lowered my body over hers.

“You had this planned all along,” she giggled as she spread her thighs and hooked her ankles around my hips.

“You would be correct,” I said, kissing my way down her neck before taking her nipple in my mouth. She cried out when I grazed my teeth along the hard peak, sucking, licking and biting.

“Oh God, Abe,” she moaned, rubbing herself against my hard cock. “I need you. Inside me. Right now.”

I pushed her bikini bottoms down, running my fingers through her warm, wet folds. “Fuck, baby. You’re so wet.”

“Hurry,” she said, reaching for the waistband of my shorts. I shimmied out of my clothes and positioned myself between her legs with my cock at her entrance.

“Please, Abe,” she begged. “Fuck me.”

I slid the head of my cock into her tight pussy and pulled back out, spreading her juices over her clit.

“Stop teasing me, baby,” she panted, grabbing at my ass as she tried to impale herself with my dick.

I pushed back in, filling her with one deep, hard thrust. She groaned, arching her back to meet my thrusts, our flesh slapping together as I drove in and out of her. I lifted one of her legs onto my shoulder, changing the angle and allowing me to go deeper.

“Ah! Abe! That feels so good. I need to come! I need to come right now!”

I reached between us, flicking her clit while I kept up a steady pace with my cock. Her thighs trembled just before she came undone, moaning loudly as her orgasm rolled through her. I thrust a few more times, slamming into her hard before I exploded, shooting my load deep inside her.

We laid side by side on the blanket, spent from our fuck on the beach.

“Did you enjoy that, babe? There’s nothing like making love on the beach, under the warm sun, with the sound of the waves hitting the shore. It makes me miss California.”

“It was awesome,” she said in a breathless voice. “I’ve never done anything like that before. I’m afraid I might have sand in places I shouldn’t though.”

“We’ll go in the water and fix that,” I chuckled. “Let’s have a little lunch first, though. I’m starving after that workout.”

We put our bathing suits back on and feasted on ham and cheese sandwiches and cookies.

“So, it wasn’t your first time doing it on a beach?”

I cleared my throat as I tried to figure out the best way to answer her question. “It was my first time making love on the beach.”

“It’s all the same. Fucking, making love, whatever you want to call it. It’s still sex.”

“I have to disagree with you there, darling. The physical parts of it might be the same, but the emotional connection is different. We’re in love. So, whether I’m fucking your brains out, or penetrating you slowly and gently while I kiss you everywhere, it’s still making love in my mind.”

“I know you’ve been with a lot of girls, Abe,” she said, eyeing me cautiously as she took a bite of her sandwich. “Craig told me you used to bring home a different girl almost every night.”

“That was in first year when we lived in the dorm. I was young and horny, and there were girls everywhere offering it. What was a boy from a small town in Vermont supposed to do?”

“I’m not judging you,” she said, a half-smile playing on her lips.

“I’ve slowed down a lot in the last couple years. Been much more selective about who I sleep with. And now that I’ve had you, sweetheart, I don’t want anyone else. I’m ready to make a commitment. To you.”

She rose up on her knees, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I love you, Abe. And I trust you explicitly. I don’t care what you did before we got together.” We came together, our lips meeting for a soft, sensual kiss.

“Ready to go in the water?” I asked, anxious to end that conversation. Once again, Cheyenne amazed me with her easygoing nature and maturity level. She accepted me for who I was, manwhore past and all. I felt like our bond was so strong, nothing could come between us.

“Yep,” she said as she stood and brushed sand off her backside.

The water was surprisingly warm, and it didn’t take long to get in. “Come here, sweetheart,” I called, reaching out and pulling Cheyenne toward me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs straddling my waist. “Did you get all the sand out of your nether regions?”

“I’m not sure. I’ll have to take a bath when we get back.”

“That’s a good idea,” I said, brushing my lips against hers. “I’ll give you a hand cleaning yourself.”

She laughed. “I bet you will.”

I lost track of time as I floated around in the ocean with my girl, kissing her and telling her how much I loved her.

I’d come a long way from the confirmed bachelor who embarked on this trip. Life was full of surprises. In a few short weeks, Cheyenne had become the centre of my universe. My everything. I never realized how empty my life was before she came into it.

“Wanna go in, honey?” I asked when I felt her shiver against me.

“Yeah,” she said, smiling softly. “I’m kind of chilly.”

We walked into shore hand in hand with the waves biting at our heels as the wet sand seeped between our toes.

Cheyenne wrapped a towel around her body, her eyes scanning the beach. “What did you do with my clothes?”

“I put them in the backpack before we went in the water, so they wouldn’t blow away.”

She knelt down, rooting around in the bag.

“Did you find them?” I asked as I rubbed the towel through my hair.

“Nope. They aren’t here.”

“That’s impossible. Let me see.” I took the backpack and dumped the contents on the blanket. My shirt fell out along with my wallet, keys and our phones. “What the fuck?”

“Are you sure you put them in there?” she asked, panic rising in her voice.

“Positive,” I said, glancing toward the trees as a prickle of fear crept up my spine. My eyes landed on a set of boot prints in the sand that I knew weren’t there earlier. I looked at my watch. Ten to three.

Thank God.

I wanted to get Cheyenne out of there. Something was going on. Too many things had gone missing to be coincidental. I could dismiss the pillowcase that we never found, and Cheyenne’s missing thong, as laundry mishaps. But not this. Someone followed us there and waited until we went in the water to steal her clothes.

But why? Did they watch us make love? Was someone stalking her? And how did the slashed tires fit in? Or maybe that was unrelated. Seemed unlikely though. Someone targeted Craig and Chase.

“Abe?” she whispered. “Who took my clothes?”

“I’m not sure. You can wear my shirt back. Let’s pack up and go wait on the dock for the boat taxi.”

Cheyenne was quiet while we sat on the dock, waiting for our ride. I kept one eye on the tree line the entire time, my imagination going wild as I envisioned a deranged guy with a machete emerging and taking her. I breathed a sigh of relief when the taxi came into sight.

“It was probably just kids playing a prank,” I said as I watched Cheyenne pick at her dinner.

“I don’t think so,” she said, chewing on her lower lip while she mutilated a piece of broccoli with her fork.

I reached across the table, gently removing the fork from her hand. “Look at me, baby.”

She raised her head, her eyes full of worry and fear. “I’ve never gonna be able to sleep tonight. Whoever is doing this, knows how to pick locks. He got in the locked RV on more than one occasion.”

“We don’t know that for certain.”

“My things keep going missing. Not yours. Just mine.”

“I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, Cheyenne,” I said, taking her hand in mine. “It’s probably just a harmless fan. And nobody is getting near this trailer with Cujo on patrol.”

“Cujo was a Saint Bernard.”

“Okay, whatever. That thing,” I said, gesturing toward the German Shepherd on the neighbouring campsite, “barks at everything. And it sleeps outside. So if anyone comes around, he’ll let us know.”

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