Whipped, p.27
Whipped, page 27
Erica’s hips dug into the mattress the moment Cheyenne wrapped her lips around her. When she pushed Cheyenne harder against her, they moaned in unison. As much as she hated Erica’s bossy nature at work, it was driving her insane now.
With each flick of her tongue and pull of her lips, Erica groaned and squirmed. Careful not to lose her place, Cheyenne concentrated on keeping her pressure and speed where Erica wanted it.
When she’d been so close for so long, Cheyenne reached for the vibrator. Without moving her mouth, she slid her arm underneath her and used the soft tip to tease Erica’s entrance.
Moaning her approval, Erica tilted her hips, letting it glide inside her. Cheyenne’s body pulsed hard with new arousal.
Using long, purposeful thrusts that matched the rhythm of her tongue, Cheyenne moved deeper inside. The toy had been designed for g-spot stimulation even though she’d never used it that way.
Pressing the power button once, Cheyenne turned it on to its lowest setting. As soon as it vibrated in her hand, Erica’s back shot off the bed.
“Fuck,” she cried, her face red and her hair a sexy mess.
“Kiss me,” she groaned, barely managing to open her eyes.
As soon as Cheyenne complied, Erica licked hungrily at her lips, reveling in the taste of her body on Cheyenne’s mouth. Pressing her tongue beyond Erica’s lips, Cheyenne kissed her hard and wrapped her arm around Erica’s back to keep her still as she hit the button again.
The stronger vibration forced Erica to throw her head back and curse again. Her entire body was aching for the release that just wouldn’t come.
Cheyenne’s bicep burned as she maintained her pace, but Erica needed more. “Touch yourself.” She meant it as a suggestion, but lust had turned her voice husky and it sounded more like a demand.
Erica hesitated.
“Please,” Cheyenne whispered against the shell of your ear. “I want to watch you.”
Closing her eyes tight, Erica slipped her hand between her thighs as Cheyenne hit the button again, activating the vibrator’s strongest setting.
Immediately, Erica’s body stiffened again as they both worked furiously.
“Don’t stop,” Cheyenne groaned, sure that she could have another orgasm just from the sight.
Erica’s hand moved faster, an impossible pace that would start to become uncomfortable soon. Without hesitating, Cheyenne matched it. If hard was what Erica needed, she was happy to give it to her.
Sweat pouring down Erica’s back made her hard to hold onto, but Cheyenne wouldn’t be deterred. She was so close, Cheyenne was sure.
“Come for me,” Cheyenne groaned. “Come all over me,”
she begged, meaning it.
Throwing her body back onto the bed, Erica dug her nails into Cheyenne’s thigh. Seizing the moment, Cheyenne bent over and took Erica’s nipple into her mouth.
Erica’s entire body stiffened, and Cheyenne had to struggle to keep the vibrator inside her. Holding her breath, Cheyenne felt Erica’s orgasm ripple through her own body. It was worth every bit of effort to achieve such a magnificent result.
“Fuck,” Erica whimpered when her body finally relaxed.
Cheyenne carefully removed the toy from her still shuddering body and tossed it to the side before crumbling into a sweaty heap next to Erica.
“Well, I did tell Toni that you’re determined. Glad to see I wasn’t exaggerating,” Erica announced to the ceiling as she wrapped her arm around her.
Snuggling closer to the crook of Erica’s arm, Cheyenne chuckled. “I’ve always found that hard work pays off.”
In the silence, Erica ran her fingers lazily over Cheyenne’s side. After a little while, Erica’s breathing grew heavier, her movements slower. Feeling more content than she had in a long time, Cheyenne let the drowsiness claim her too.
Giving Erica a kiss on the cheek before turning to her other side, Cheyenne took a deep breath. She wished she could live in this tingly euphoria forever.
“I didn’t intend to leave all those marks on your neck,”
Erica whispered as she settled in behind her and held her close. “Next time I’ll leave them much lower,” she added sleepily.
Cheyenne bit her lip to muffle her moan.
Next time.
CHAPTER 42
PALE LIGHT FILTERED through the thin shade covering the small cabin window. The moment Cheyenne stirred, she became aware of the arm still strewn across her belly. All night. Erica had held her all night. She smiled at the realization before running her hand over Erica’s and intertwining her fingers.
Before she could drift off to sleep again, a sound jolted Cheyenne out of her lull. As she moved to answer the knock at the door, Erica, still asleep, pulled her back toward her chest.
Smiling, Cheyenne turned her head back to look at her sleeping face. It was so much softer than when she was awake.
“Someone’s at the door.”
Erica groaned but didn’t release her. “They’ll go away.”
Chuckling, Cheyenne wiggled out from under her arm. “Or they’ll think I’m dead and call the front desk for help.”
Openly annoyed, Erica relented before complaining into the pillow. Grabbing the first thing she found in her bag, Cheyenne pulled on pajama bottoms and a t-shirt before closing the bedroom door behind her.
“Shy!” Anwar called through the front door before knocking harder.
“I’m coming,” she called back before opening the door.
“Hey, sorry. I was sleeping.”
Anwar, dressed for Arctic winter, cocked his head to one side. “I can see that. You okay? The itinerary said breakfast
was twenty minutes ago. You missed out on some bomb skillet cinnamon rolls. I tried to save you one, but these people are hyenas.”
“Yeah, I’m not feeling so great. I think I’m going to stay in today.”
Anwar’s expression turned serious. “What’s wrong? You want me to get you something?”
“Just a stomach thing. I think it was something I ate last night,” she explained without chuckling.
Anwar’s attention drifted down to the two jackets and two pairs of shoes on the floor near Cheyenne’s feet. As understanding dawned on him, he smirked. “Is this stomach bug catching? Should we expect someone else to be too ill to participate today?”
Cheyenne’s face flushed with heat. “I can neither confirm nor deny,” she replied coyly. “HIPPA and privacy laws and all that.”
“Of course, of course,” he replied seriously, playing along.
“Well, I hope you feel better. They mentioned delivering food to your room when you missed breakfast. Just in case you’re too weak to go over there.”
Lunging forward, Cheyenne tackled him in a hug. “You’re a good friend.”
Anwar hugged her back with a tight embrace. “I’ll let them know a couple of folks are missing today’s events. Hopefully you’ll feel better by dinner,” he added before shoving his hands in his coat pockets and stepping off the covered porch.
Cold, Cheyenne crossed her arms to cover her hands and closed the door with her foot. As soon as she turned, she was greeted by Erica dressed in nothing but last night’s shirt.
“Who was it?” she asked, yawning as she tried to tame her messy hair with her fingers.
“Anwar. He’s going to cover for us,” she explained, meeting Erica in front of the tiny kitchen before wrapping herself around her to get warm.
Erica rubbed her back to combat the chill that had gotten in her bones so quickly. “I didn’t take you for a rule breaker.
Aren’t you all excited to bond with your colleagues?”
“Definitely,” she agreed. “Tomorrow.”
Chuckling, Erica kissed the top of her head.
“Are you hungry? Anwar said we can order in. I was thinking about calling over and getting a few things.”
“This might surprise you, but I’ve never skipped school before,” Erica replied before kissing her cheek. “You’re a terrible influence on me.”
Cheyenne tilted her head back, encouraging Erica to kiss her neck.
“Oh no.” Erica straightened.
“What’s wrong?”
Closing her eyes against the realization, Cheyenne darted to the bathroom. In the mirror, she saw what she feared. Her neck, and the marks Erica left the night before.
“I did say I was sorry,” Erica said from where she was leaning in the doorway, not sounding at all apologetic.
Pretending to be mad, Cheyenne put her hands on her hips.
“Well, sorry isn’t going to make me look any less like a Dalmatian. Order us some breakfast while I shower and make it up to me.”
“Yes, ma’am. Right away, ma’am,” Erica replied in mock respect.
Cheyenne grabbed the collar of her shirt and pulled her in for a kiss before playfully shoving her out the door.
After a long, hot shower, Cheyenne was renewed. It was crazy how quickly she’d felt so comfortable with Erica. She hadn’t even told her what she wanted to eat, yet she was sure Erica would pick something she liked. Their days together after the hurricane had been like a crash course in getting to know each other.
With her hair wrapped in a towel, Cheyenne pulled on her t-shirt. Erica had obviously turned the fireplace on because it was toasty enough not to wear anything else.
“That was quick,” Cheyenne said, walking toward Erica, who was sitting on the couch across from a nice spread on the coffee table.
Erica replied without looking up from her phone.
“Surprisingly a lot of options considering we’re in the middle of the wilderness.
Cheyenne recognized her work face immediately. “What are you doing?” she asked, already sure of the answer.
“Answering emails,” she replied, her thumbs dancing around the screen.
With two fingers, Cheyenne yanked the phone out of her hands, earning a menacing glare. “The rules say working is prohibited.”
Erica quirked a brow. “Look who cares about the rules all of a sudden.”
When Cheyenne crossed her arms, indicating she was standing firm, Erica grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and pulled her close. Allowing herself to be moved, Cheyenne stood between Erica’s parted legs.
“I’m pretty sure the rules don’t say we should be doing this instead of fly fishing as a group,” Erica murmured as she lifted Cheyenne’s shirt and kissed the sensitive skin beneath her navel.
Cheyenne dropped the phone on the couch and tangled her fingers in Erica’s short hair. “An argument can be made that we’re team building and bonding right now,” she replied, her eyes slipping closed as Erica pulled down her underwear, kissing her lower as she went.
“I bet,” Erica replied when Cheyenne’s underwear hit the floor and she pulled her thighs apart.
“Give me the morning,” Cheyenne continued, propping her foot on the armrest to give Erica better access. “I’ll prove it to
you.”
“I’ll take the morning,” Erica agreed before pressing her mouth to Cheyenne’s waiting flesh. “The afternoon. The evening.”
Tossing her head back, Cheyenne moaned. Hell, yes.
CHAPTER 43
“I DON’T KNOW why you bitch about it so much. The retreat was kind of fun. At least what we saw of it,” Cheyenne decided as they wheeled their bags to her car.
“That’s because you were under the effects of all that dopamine,” Erica countered, taking Cheyenne’s bag and loading it into the back of the Mini Cooper. “Let’s see what you think next year.”
Cheyenne crossed her arms over her chest. “Are you saying you don’t plan to have sex with me next year?” She meant it as a joke, but part of her wanted to know where Erica thought this might be heading.
Erica glared at her. “Don’t be crass,” she whispered, reminding Cheyenne yet again that she really didn’t like talking about sex unless they were in the midst of it.
“Hopefully I’ll be a partner next year, which means you’ll be stuck by yourself,” she explained before placing her bag in the back and closing the trunk.
Once in the car, Cheyenne couldn’t resist the urge to ask what she really wanted to know. “So, that wasn’t your subtle way of telling me this is a fling?”
“I don’t do flings, and I’m not going to start with someone I work with,” she corrected.
Cheyenne laughed, earning a dubious look from Erica. “Is that how you want to tell me that we’re dating?”
Erica rolled her eyes, but Cheyenne knew she was playing a part. “Obviously we’re dating. Didn’t I train you to be more
preceptive than this?”
Reaching into Erica’s lap, Cheyenne took her hand.
Effortlessly, Erica intertwined their fingers. When they stopped behind a long line of cars waiting to pay the exorbitant fee for parking at the airport, Cheyenne pressed a little further.
“And you mean exclusively, right? Because I don’t really—”
Erica’s hand on her face and lips on her mouth stopped her before she could confess more of her anxiety about where they stood. “I don’t have time to invest in more than one person, okay?”
Grabbing her face, Cheyenne pulled her in for another kiss to show her just how happy she was at the news. She kissed her until cars started honking behind them and curses flew their way.
The drive from the airport to Erica’s house was quick. Too quick. Embarrassed to make any more of a fool of herself, Cheyenne didn’t say that she wasn’t ready to be apart from her. A weekend together just hadn’t been enough.
“When did you get an RV?” Cheyenne asked as they approached her house.
Erica’s attention snapped up from her phone. “Oh, God.
How did they get in?”
“Who is it?”
Her face paled as she pulled her sunglasses off her head and shielded her eyes. “My parents.”
Unsure what to do, Cheyenne lingered at the gate. “If you feel weird about me meeting them so soon, I can drop you off here. Please don’t feel pressured to—”
Erica rested her hand on Cheyenne’s forearm. “It’s not that I don’t want them to meet you. It’s that the prospect of you meeting them is mortifying.”
Relieved, Cheyenne chuckled. “Don’t worry about me. I get along great with parents.”
Digging into her bag, Erica pulled out a clicker and opened the gate. “Whatever happens, just know that I’m sorry in
advance and I only see them a few times a year,” she said gravely.
Laughing, Cheyenne shook her head. “I’m glad to see you can tap into your youthful side and channel the drama of a thirteen-year-old.”
“Just you wait,” she muttered, her hands balled into tight fists.
As soon as they approached the garage, a pair popped out of the RV, a stocky woman with wild, red curls first and a tall, slim man second. It was obvious, even at a distance, that Erica looked exactly like her dad.
“Honey! You’re home!” the woman called as Erica bolted out of the car.
“Mom, what are you doing here?” Erica barely got the question out before her mother pulled her into a smothering hug.
“The Mango Arts Festival, silly. It’s this week. You didn’t forget, did you? Never you mind about keeping us waiting, I copied your opener for the gate when we were here so you didn’t have to worry about us.” The woman’s sparkling brown eyes turned to Cheyenne. “Hi there!”
Erica looked back at Cheyenne as she half-hugged her father. “Mom, this is my um … Cheyenne.” She looked like she was going to say more, but when she didn’t, Cheyenne stepped forward and stuck out her hand.
Ignoring it, the woman went straight for a tight hug. “Nice to meet you, dear. I’m Luz.” Releasing her, she pointed at the tall man coming her way. “This is my husband, Thomas.
We’re Erica’s parents.”
Cheyenne smiled as she hugged Thomas, not missing Erica’s bratty eye roll. “It’s so nice to meet you both.”
“Erica, your dad brought you something. He wants to give it to you before he sets up in the garage,” Luz announced with unbridled excitement. “Go get it, Thomas.”
Obediently, Thomas nodded and disappeared into the RV
before returning with a large frame. Erica’s eyes widened. Her expression giving away her dread at what was about to be gifted to her.
“We framed it,” he announced proudly before flipping the frame around and revealing a painting, a sort of impressionist take on a white peacock over a colorful background.
“Why? I tossed this out with the trash for a reason,” Erica said through gritted teeth. Her eyes drifting to Cheyenne in open horror.
“Isn’t it wonderful that we saved it!” Luz beamed, either missing Erica’s lack of enthusiasm or ignoring it. “I know just where to put it too. Come on, open the door.”
When Erica’s feet didn’t move, Cheyenne jumped into action. “Erica, why don’t you grab your bag and I’ll let them in.” She took the keys from Erica before she could protest.
“Que linda,” Luz said touching Cheyenne’s face. “What a sweet girl.”
By the time Erica joined them in the house, her father had found a place for the painting in the foyer.
“Dad, no—”
Cheyenne moved to her side but stopped short of reaching out for her. “I can’t believe you painted this. It’s really beautiful. So vibrant. Honestly.”
“She always had such a great eye for color. Even as a little kid,” Thomas said as he leaned back as if considering the painting with new eyes.
“Okay, enough of this,” Erica decided, darting forward.
Cheyenne took her by the wrist, holding her back. “Leave it. It’s beautiful.”
“Listen to Cheyenne,” Thomas said with a smile. “She knows what she’s talking about.”
“Girls! Come over here,” Luz shouted from the kitchen where she’d made herself comfortable enough to make coffee.
Cheyenne winced. She couldn’t imagine what kind of torture this was for Erica. People in her space, taking it over.
She’d overheard them mention staying for a week. There was no way Erica could withstand this for that long.
