questions at once.
Is everything cool?
and
Are you coming to bed soon?
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“Yeah.” Cheyenne replied, affirmative on both fronts. He
made toward the bed to pick Liam up. Steph shook her head.
“He’s fine here with me. You two go.” She murmured. Scot
smiled and grabbed Cheyenne’s hand.
“Thanks Steph.” He was slightly out of breath as he pulled
Cheyenne out of the room and toward their four post bed.
Once inside their room, Scot scooped Cheyenne up in his
arms. Cheyenne let out a small giggle as he lay her back on the
bed. Scot stood up and removed his tie eagerly. He watched as
Cheyenne bit her lip, her chocolate brown eyes pensive. For a
fleeting moment, he wondered if she was onto his secret. Then
he dismissed his concerns. He’d seen this look many times since
Liam’s birth. Her agile mind constantly ran an obstacle course,
working to figure him out. He smiled at her lovingly, appreciat-
ing this and all aspects of her. She slid up on the bed a rested her head on the pillow. She looked absolutely delectable.
“You look unbelievable.” Scot licked his lips as anticipation
coursed through his veins. Cheyenne scoffed and then tried to
wipe the expression from her perfect face.
“Don’t make me spank you, Cheyenne.” He smiled as he
said it, knowing she wouldn’t consider that a punishment. She
always enjoyed a bit of pain with her pleasure.
He crawled up the mattress to her, giving her small kisses
on the parts of her body that were exposed. Once at her mouth,
he gave her a gentle kiss and then began nuzzling her neck. She
purred softly under him. He raked his beard against her cheek,
and she cried out, bowing her back to press herself against his
growing hardness. She’d told him many times never to shave his
beard.
Scot placed his mouth over hers and their tongues tangled
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and teased one another. He felt Cheyenne’s legs wrap around his
waist as she roughly grasped handfuls of his hair. He gave her a grind and then ran his hand up her thigh. Cheyenne moaned into
his mouth; he returned it with one of his own. He hooked his
fingers on the waist of her panties and slid them off slowly, tossing them over his shoulder. With a crooked smile, he gnawed
tauntingly on his lip. They locked eyes as she trembled beneath
him. He rolled over onto his back pulling Cheyenne with him.
She straddled him and he stroked her long, perfect legs with his fingertips. He looked up at her and cupped her face. She gave
him a sly smile then slid her dress off over her head. He ran his hand down over her supple breasts and then over her stomach.
She glanced down at her mid-section nervously, then back to his
eyes. He hated the self-conscious expression that played on her
lovely features.
“I love you” he assured her, pulling her face down to his
and kissing her hungrily. Scot wrapped his hands in her hair and gave it a tug, his need for her escalating with every passing second. Cheyenne let out a small whimper, but Scot knew it wasn’t
pain…well, at least not entirely.
He rolled her over onto her back and practically ripped his
remaining clothes off. He couldn’t wait to be inside of her to-
night without fear of interruption. He positioned himself over her and slowly entered her. He could tell by the ravenous look she
wore that his leisurely approach was driving her crazy.
“Please,” she begged. It was Scot’s turn to shoot her a sly
smile. His hands dug into the flesh of her thighs as he pulled her harder to him. He continued moving, slowly at first, but after
much more begging from Cheyenne, he quickened his pace and
thrust deeply into her.
Her responses to him were feverish, as she bucked wildly
against him. As he took her nipple between his teeth, she thrust harder, with desperate moans. He felt her explode around him,
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malistic fervor. Unable to suppress his climax any longer, he let go and blissfully surrendered.
Hesitating to break the connection between them, he reluc-
tantly pulled out and collapsed beside her. For several minutes
they both struggled to steady their breathing. Scot rolled onto his side and ran his fingers down between her breasts. She turned to him, her eyes still dilated and heavy. He kissed her and gave her lower lip a nip.
“Let me know when you are ready for another go,” He
cocked his eyebrow at her.
“How about right now?” Cheyenne murmured, her wet
kisses traveling up his inner thigh.
Phillip had his head in his hands, his elbows on his knees.
His head felt like it would explode from the questions that
surged in it. His heart hammered as he tried to find his voice.
Images, memories, and what-ifs swirled like a cyclone inside
him. He felt Cedric sit beside him on the bottom step, and the
momentary sensation of another human being in close proximity
steadied him enough to stammer out a bit of communication.
“I just don’t understand. Why didn’t she tell me?” He
turned his dizzy gaze on Cedric.
Cedric simply shook his head. He still seemed stunned by
Phillip’s ignorance. “I have no idea. I’m so sorry. Dad and I left it for her to tell you. I suppose that was pretty idiotic of us.”
Phillip’s eyes narrowed. “Why the hell…wasn’t it mine?”
Cedric turned blazing eyes at him. “Of course it was yours.”
Phillip heaved a soul-wrenching sigh. “I don’t understand
how things went so terribly wrong.”
Cedric looked out at the dark ocean. “Phillip, Stephanie has
been monumentally broken since our mother died. When the go-
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ing gets tough, she retreats. She doesn’t deal with issues, at least she didn’t until recently.”
“She’s never talked about your mum.” Phillip frowned as
the weight of his own statement sunk in. This was an unexpected
turn in the conversation, and he turned completely in Cedric’s
direction, starving for any insight into his former lover.
“They weren’t speaking at the time of our accident. Mom
and Dad were separating after twenty-five years of marriage, and Steph blamed my mom. Their break-up convinced Steph that no
one could ever stay
