Chapter 33
Cheyenne
I woke up Thanksgiving morning and felt fantastic. Bill was in jail and about to be picked up by the FBI, Rick had confessed and was awaiting sentencing, charged with multiple counts of assault and vandalism, as well as animal abuse, and for the first time in weeks, I felt safe. Tiffany came over, the three of us cooked Thanksgiving dinner together, and when we all sat down to eat, we stuffed our stomachs full. Cole’s turkey was absolutely delicious, with citrus and spices lending flavor to a turkey that was juicy and cooked to perfection. Tiffany’s sweet potato casserole had extra candied pecans, just the way I loved it. I was in charge of the apple cider roasted vegetables and the cornbread stuffing, and by the time we were done eating, we all were ready for naps.
We dragged ourselves to the couches and turned on the infamous football games, and the three of us soon passed out on the couch and slept off our full stomachs.
When we all woke up three hours later, it was to Michael knocking on the door. He came in and gave us all a hug, and invited Tiffany to come over and have dessert with his family. Tiffany was excited about having two desserts in one day, which only reinforced the appearance of cluelessness she exhibited every time Michael flirted with her.
“I’m gonna have to just yell it at her, aren’t I?” I asked Colt.
“She won’t figure it out until she realizes his tongue is down her throat,” Colt said.
“So, since we all cooked, who’s doing the dishes?”
“Unfortunately, that would be us,” Colt said.
We rolled ourselves off the couch and started for the kitchen. I began carrying and stacking dishes as Colt ran a sink of hot, soapy water. As I scraped the dishes over the trashcan, I handed them to him for a dip and scrub in the water before they went into the dishwater. Nearly to the end of the pile, he pulled a plate out too fast and covered me in dirty water.
“Hey! Be careful! That’s water’s disgusting,” I said.
“Oh, really?” he asked. “Well, what about this water?”
He turned on the faucet and flicked a little my way as I put my hands up to stop the assault. We still had pots and pans to clean, but Colt couldn’t man up long enough to get it done.
“Colt, stop it! We gotta clean!” I said.
“But you’re such a dirty girl, right?” he asked.
“Not on your life,” I said, giggling.
He kept flicking water at me, and soon I’d had enough. I reached over and grabbed the spray nozzle from the back of the sink, and he held his hands up, eying me warily.
“Whoa now. That’s a big hose you got there, little lady. You know how much water that thing spews?” he asked.
“Depends on how you rub it,” I said.
“And you say you’re not a naughty girl.”
I turned the hose on him and soaked the entire front of his body. Cole started scooping water from the trickling faucet and threw it at me by the handfuls, and soon we were slipping and sliding around on the kitchen floor. His shirt was sticking to his chest, and my hair was matted to my face, and by the time Colt was able to get to the sink to shut it off, we had soaked the entire kitchen floor.
“I can’t move without slipping,” I said through my laughter.
“Whose fault is that?” he asked.
“Hey, you’re the one who—whoa!”
I slid forward and toppled into Colt, who caught me in his arms before landing back first into the fridge. I couldn’t get my balance with the socks I was wearing, and when I grabbed onto Colt’s shirt, I heard it rip right out from under my hands. His shirt fell to the floor in tatters just as my ass hit the ground. When I looked up, I was met with Colt’s darkened stare, right along with his wet, glistening chest.
For the first time since this thing had happened between us, I wanted him for completely selfish purposes. He was no longer a way to relieve stress or a way to distract my mind from the outside world. He was now a man I wanted to feel against me every second of every day. I wanted his presence, not because he made me feel safe from threats, but because he was a joy to be around. Simply put, he made me happy.
But when he slowly sank to my body that was pressed into the cold, wet floor of the kitchen, his lips hovered against mine and ignited a passion I was only just beginning to feel.
“Kiss me,” I whispered.
His lips came down on mine, and my hand slowly slipped into his hair. His kiss was deep, and his tongue slowly slid between my lips. I parted my legs for him, and he slipped perfectly between my thighs, his jeans heavy against my naked legs while his hand slipped down and cupped my still-clothed breast.
My head tilted off to the side, begging for more of him while his hand was planted into the floor, when all at once I felt his fingertips trail up my stomach. My soaking wet dress was providing no barrier against his skin, and when it slipped over my head, he brought his lips down to my neck.
His kisses were soft, like butterflies fluttering against my skin, and the heat my body cast out into the universe was nothing compared to the heat his lips were giving me with every connection they made. He kissed down the valley of my breasts and pressed his face deep into my bosom as my hips rose to meet his in a desperate need to feel him where I wanted him the most.
My stomach jumped with every flick of his tongue against my skin, and my hands twisted into the wet strands of hair on his head. He hooked his fingers into my panties and slid them down my legs, and when he dropped back down onto me, I felt his dick slap my leg. He was rock hard and ready for me while his tip dripped against my skin, and a sense of pride surged within me to know I could provoke such a response in him, just as he did in me.
“Take me, Colt,” I whispered.
“Like I could stop if I wanted to,” he smiled.
He wrapped his hand around his cock and guided it into me, then grabbing my leg, tossed it around his back. Slowly—like a tortoise beginning a race—he began to roll his hips into mine. His thick dick slowly filled my pussy, caressing over every inch and stroking that beautiful spot behind my clit. Every time he slid over that space my body lurched for him.
“That feel good?” he asked.
“Oh, God, it always feels good. Always.”
He pressed light kisses to my neck while contented sighs left my lips, and he coaxed my other leg to wrap around him. Our hips rose and dipped together as we bucked against the wet floor of the kitchen, and soon the dirty dishes and stale smells faded into the background. Our light whispers became breathless pants as he began to pick up his pace, and I could feel his balls lightly tapping against my ass while he coated his dick with my juices.
His muscles raked against my body, and I could feel them flexing and undulating underneath my fingers. I licked and nipped at his shoulder just so I could taste him. His musky scent was mixed with the smells of fall, and the sound of the wind howling against the kitchen windows started to drown out our moans of pleasure.
His hips rolled faster, and my pussy clenched harder. His kisses became stronger and my own thrusts rougher. My fingernails raked down his back, and his balls slapped my ass. When I felt my juices dripping down my skin and coating my thighs, I knew we had lost ourselves in one another. Colt was strong and passionate—every inch a man, every ounce a protector—and his body shielded me from the world while he shook me with pleasure. My legs slid up and down the backs of his own, and soon the sounds of slapping skin filled the kitchen, making my eyes roll into the back of my head just as his hips began to shudder.
“Cum for me,” I begged. “Cum for me, Colt.”
“God, Cheyenne. What have you done to me?”
My pussy throbbed and massaged his cock, milking him for everything he had as I shook against his body. I clung to his back and pulled him down on top of me, and when he snapped his hips against my skin and stilled his motions, I knew he was meeting his very own end. I wrapped my legs tightly around his calves and drew him as close to me as I could get him. I felt him twitching inside me with every pump of his cock, and all I wanted was for him to never leave me.
I wanted to stay like this forever. I wanted to feel this weightless and experience this intensity of pleasure. I wanted to remain weak to the pull of his body and yield this easily to his touch every day for the rest of my life. I never wanted to go back to the woman I was before I had met Colt Smith, and when he finally relaxed his body against mine, I wrapped my arms tightly around his back.
“Just stay here for a second,” I said.
“I had no intention of moving,” Colt said through his panting.
“It’s over, isn’t it?” I whispered.
Colt pulled back his face and looked heavily into my eyes. Tears of relief rose to the surface as the weight of that reality crashed down on my body, and he captured my lips in a sweet, succulent kiss before he confirmed something that had only been a distant dream for weeks.
“Yeah, it’s really over,” he said.