“The sheriff’ll be here in an hour,” RT informed them when they walked into the kitchen. “I seriously don’t think we have anything to worry about with this Martin guy, but we’re on the lookout.”
Everyone took seats at the table and plates began to fill quickly. Cheyenne wasn’t hungry, but she did her best to pretend to eat while the three men spoke about nothing in particular. By the time they were finished, Cheyenne’s gut was churning, her anxiety level redlining.
“We’ll get the dishes,” Z offered, his concerned gaze sliding over her and then darting to Brendon.
The next thing Cheyenne knew, Brendon was leading her out of the room. They didn’t stop in the living room, instead going straight for the guest room, where she was still spending her nights until her room was finished. Brendon closed the door behind them, locked it, and moved to the bedside table to flip on the lamp.
“Come here,” he urged, crooking his finger at her when he sat on the edge of the mattress.
Cheyenne’s feet moved, but she didn’t think she was directing them. She was almost nose to nose with Brendon when he was sitting down. He cupped her face, his eyes staring deep into hers. The next thing she knew, he was kissing her.
If he was working to distract her, it certainly helped. Before her brain could register what was happening, Cheyenne’s hands went around his neck, her fingers tangling in the cool, silky hair at his nape.
When he shifted, forcing her onto the mattress, his lips never leaving hers, she simply moved with him. And the moment his erection pressed between her legs, she moaned, welcoming him. Things moved fairly quickly from that point. Somehow he managed to remove their clothes and not once did Cheyenne think about the fact that Z and RT were in the next room. Nothing else mattered but feeling the hard warmth of Brendon’s body against hers, absorbing his strength as he hovered over her, guiding himself into her.
Her body bowed as he filled her, the sensation lighting her up from the inside out. She would never get enough of this man.
“Chey,” Brendon whispered, his mouth trailing along her jaw, then down her neck. “Baby.”
She loved the sound of his voice, the eagerness mixed with a hint of desperation—as though he couldn’t get enough of her, either.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he instructed and Cheyenne didn’t hesitate.
He slid deeper, withdrawing slightly and pressing back inside. This wasn’t a frantic joining, he was making love to her, showing her with his body just how much she meant to him, and Cheyenne had the overwhelming urge to cry from the sheer ecstasy of it all.
Holding on to him tightly, Cheyenne lifted her hips with every thrust, meeting him, forcing him as deep as she could take him.
“Chey, look at me.”
Cheyenne hadn’t realized her eyes had closed until she forced them open. Brendon was staring down at her, his hand brushing her hair from her forehead as he continued to love her, impaling her so sweetly, she knew she’d never last.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
Tears pricked her eyes but she forced them back. She was hanging by a thread, but no longer did she feel out of sorts the way she had earlier. Brendon managed to right her world in ways he would likely never understand. He could’ve spent hours trying to comfort her with words, but this … She needed this more than she needed anything else.
Brendon’s forehead pressed to hers as he increased his pace, filling her with shallow thrusts of his hips. “Come for me, baby.”
She was so close, but she didn’t tell him that. If it were possible, she would’ve continued all night. When his other hand slid between them, his thumb finding her clit, Cheyenne gasped, the glorious sensation pushing her closer to the edge. She was going to come, there was no stopping the brutal orgasm that was brewing like a spring storm inside her.
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me, Cheyenne.”
Giving herself over to the pleasure, her orgasm detonated, sending an electrical current along every nerve, hitting every extremity until her body shook from the release. And when Brendon came, his hips stilling, his body lodged deep inside her, she came again, a mini-explosion that linked her to him in every way possible.
“I love you, Chey.”
Cheyenne opened her eyes again to see Brendon looking down at her, so much emotion etched on the hard lines of his face, and the tears did come, but she forced a smile. They weren’t sad tears. No, these tears were her heart’s way of telling her this was exactly what she’d wanted.
The only thing she needed.
BRENDON DIDN’T MOVE from his position above her. He’d just announced his love for her and the next thing he knew, Cheyenne was crying.