Chapter two of Canyons, Cabins, and Campfires
More rain. Cheyenne was up early this time just
watching it, a cup of hot coffee in her hand and wearing one of his shirts
again. The morning was quiet. The mornings of that entire week were quiet and
they were getting more rain in Arizona than usual, not that Cheyenne
complained. The state needed the rain. A smile curled on her lips as she
enjoyed the silence. Yesterday’s activities had worn out her lover and he
currently remained sleeping in the bedroom. The silence was broken by a high
pitched ringing from the kitchen. Her brows furrowed. Who had the number to his
landline? With a sigh she made her way to the kitchen as the consistent ringing
continued. She then picked up the receiver and held it to her ear.
“Hello?”
“Cheyenne?” A familiar voice was on the end of the
line. Alice. Cheyenne rolled her eyes and smiled.
“This better be good Alice.” She spoke teasingly.
“Oi! Woman you gave me the number if I had to reach
you!” Alice had snark. Cheyenne only laughed.
“I know sweetie. What’s up? Everything okay?”
“Yeah yeah. Just wanted to see how your romantic
week with your boyfriend is going.” Alice had a teasing singsongy tone to her
voice. At this Cheyenne laughed.
“It’s going wonderfully, precious. How are you
Mitchell holding up?”
“We’re doing fine. We’ve got a date tonight.”
Finally they were going somewhere with their
relationship. Cheyenne’s smile widened.
“Where are you two going?”
“To Taverna. We wanna try it. I mean you and Mojave
rant and rave about that place.”
“Well the food is phenomenal. You two will love it.”
“I bet we will! Oh and Cheyenne?”
“Yes darling?”
“I know he’s my best friend and whatnot but…I
think…I think I’m falling in love with him.”
Cheyenne went silent. Her heart leapt for joy at
this.
“Oh honey!”
“I hope he feels the same way.”
“Oh sister if he doesn’t I’ll knock some sense into
him! How can he not love you?!”
“I don’t know…but I just…”
Cheyenne could sense Alice smiling even over the
phone.
“You love him honey.”
She felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist and
hug her close.
“Who are you talking to.” Came a voice.
“Hi Mojave!” Alice shouted over the receiver, she
had obviously heard his voice. He rolled his eyes and smiled.
“Alice! Hang up the phone! You can talk to your
sister when we get back!” He chuckled.
“I love you too Mojave! Take care of my sister now!”
“She is in good hands.” He gave Cheyenne’s breast a
squeeze. “Literally.”
Cheyenne turned red at the action but smiled and
leaned into her love.
“I’m gonna hang up now Alice. I’ll see you tomorrow
afternoon. Tell Mitchell we say hello and he better treat you like a lady on
your date tonight!”
“Will do. I love you!”
“I love you too my little Skyfire.”
And she hung up the phone and turned around to
Mojave sliding her arms around his neck grinning. He returned her grin.
“He’s taking her on a date?”
“Yes love.” She replied kissing him. His smile
broadened as he kissed back.
“He’s falling in love with her.”
“She’s already in love with him.”
“He may be my cousin but she’s like my sister. He
hurts her I kick his ass.”
Cheyenne giggled.
“And she considers you a brother.”
With that she kissed him before they could continue
any more playful banter. He groaned kissing her back his hands grasping her
rounded buttocks firmly. A chuckle left his lips as he pulled away. The heat
from his pants radiated and Cheyenne grinned upon feeling the hardness rub up
against her.
“Let me go light a fire. Then we can really heat
this cabin up.” He winked.
Soon a fire was crackling in the fireplace and
Cheyenne had decided to prepare a plate filled with their favorite fruits and
some chocolate. She knew that Mojave enjoyed licking chocolate off of her
fingers as well as other parts of her body. Eagerly he awaited her arrival as
he lounged upon the couch, donned in nothing but a pair of flannel pants. It
showed off his taut lean muscles under such smooth flesh. The mere sight of him
sitting shirtless was enough to get Cheyenne going. A soft purr emitted from
her throat as she set down the tray of goods and straddled her lover, her warm
mouth aimed directly at his neck. She could feel his pulse throbbing against
her lips as she showered his strong neck with kisses and gentle nips but she
could also feel his organ harden beneath her. With a devious grin she kissed
Mojave fiercely, grinding her hot sex against his erection as she did.
Something about her drove Mojave nuts, in a good way. The man groaned into her
mouth as his tanned hands grasped her rounded buttocks roughly. Breaking from
her he released another low moan as he felt her wetting sex press against his.
“Cheyenne. Floor. Now.” He growled a bit. She
grinned, leaned forward and nipped his lower lip before sliding off his lap and
quickly removing her clothes. However as soon as she was naked in front of him
he pounced on her, ravishing her flesh with his lips as he removed his pants to
release his throbbing hardness. No time was wasted as he promptly thrust into
her. Nothing was gentle about his actions, and that is how they both liked it.
Strong hands gripped onto her firm buttocks as his hips repeatedly slammed into
hers and low grunts emitted from his throat as he repeatedly penetrated her. In
turn Cheyenne arched her frame into his, her legs wrapping around his powerful
torso to pull him closer to her. Toned arms wrapped around his neck pulling him
closer to her so she could feel his hot breath upon her neck. His teeth
enclosed over her shoulder as he nipped her flesh, suckled upon it. His goal
was to leave a mark. She released a high pitched moan as he switched up his
angle of penetration to stroke that sweet spot of hers.
“Yes Mojave!” She squealed. One hand clutched the
back of his head, fingers tangled in the mane of dark tresses that spilled
around his face, the other digging into his shoulder. Plump lips pressed kisses
up her neck and to her ear as he pumped himself deeply into her sex.
“You’re enjoying the feel of my hair upon your bare
flesh aren’t you baby.” He purred with a grin before kissing her head. “And you’re
so close, I can feel it.”
It was true. Cheyenne
was close to orgasm. His lips crashed against hers, kissing her fiercely as he
thrust deeply into her. Soon enough Cheyenne screamed into her beloved mouth,
white flashed before her eyes and her muscles clamped around his member as the
wave of her orgasm crashed over her body, shooting down to every nerve, to
every fiber of her being. And moments later she heard a low grunting in her ear
as Mojave buried himself into her spilling every last drop of his seed into
her. Panting he slowly withdrew from her and rolled to her side with a
satisfied sigh. Small beads of sweat rest across his brow, as his chest rose
and fell. A smile curled across both of their lips as Cheyenne shifted onto her
side and placed her head against his broad shoulder, kissing his bearded jaw
lightly. A muscled arm slid around her frame, dexterous fingers stroking her
hip lightly as they heaved a collective sigh.
“I love you Cheyenne.”
He murmured.
“I love you too Mojave.”
They shared a sweet
kiss and smiled but Mojave pulled away slightly, his fingers stroking her cheek
lightly.
“My love I have a
question for you that I would very much like to know the answer to…” His voice
was low and soft.
“What is that my sweet?”
She asked her fingers gently stroking his beard.
Quickly pressing a kiss
to her forehead he staggered to get to his feet and slowly walked towards a
cabinet behind the couch. In the back corner he found the little box he was
looking for and smiled. Cheyenne gave him a curious look as she straightened
up.
“Mojave?” She
questioned.
He stood behind the
couch a broad smile on his face as he held the box concealed in his hands. She
raised a brow at him as she gracefully rose to her feet and shuffled to him.
Her hand went to his shoulder, her eyes holding a rather curious twinkle.
“Honey?” She asked.
Slowly he slid down to
one knee and revealed the box opening it to reveal a ring, a golden band inlaid
with turquoise. A hopeful look twinkled in his eyes as he glanced up to
Cheyenne. She gasped upon seeing the ring, her hands covering her mouth in
surprise.
“Gods…Mojave?”
“Cheyenne my only? Will
you marry me?” He asked.
She had to remember to
breathe as she looked from the man she loved, to the ring, and then back up to
him again. Tears began to well in her eyes as she pounced upon Mojave kissing
him. He kissed her back with a smile and then pulled away.
“I take that as a yes?”
“Of course you big
lummox! I would be so happy to be your wife!”
She laughed as tears of
sheer joy dripped down her cheeks. He took the ring and slid it upon her ring
finger a broad smile upon his face and caressed her cheek with his hand.
“I love you Cheyenne
and I want nothing more than to be your husband.” He said as he pulled her into
his arms and kissed her tenderly.
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