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And me, too.
The second orgasm caused my eyes to close, and I pulsed around his cock, feeling his own body jitter as he came as well. I opened my eyes as we both stilled, our eyes meeting for a split second before he pulled out and rolled off to the side. The rain picked up as the wind howled outside the small cabin, and I laid there, staring at the ceiling fan above me.
I just slept with a man I barely know.
And it was the best sex of my life.
ChapterFour
Wade
What the fuck did I just do?
I lay there beside Cheyenne, the deep long breaths of her sound asleep unmatched by the heavy rains still pouring down. There was no doubt that the rains were going to be causing major flooding, which I might have known something about had my phone not died hours earlier. She had been sleeping for some time, her dog curled up between us. He had joined when I had gotten up to grab my boxer briefs.
Apparently, he didn’t like to share his human.
I gave the dog a pat before slinking out of the bed and heading toward the fire in the living room. I checked my jeans and shirt, relieved to see they were dry. Maybe if we kept our clothes on, nothing more would happen between us...
Though I had probably fucked up that chance.
It wouldn’t be long before Cheyenne found out that my whole family was loaded. After all, if she didn’t know who I was now completely, it wouldn’t take much digging and she would.
And then she’ll want more from me.
That’s how it always worked. Women never really wanted to knowme.They wanted to know my wallet—the one that was basically bottomless in their eyes. It wasn’t about love or devotion. It was about having everything they could ever want from me. Every woman I had been with had been like that—nothing but gold diggers...
And I was sure that Cheyenne would be no different—not that I intended for her to be more than a one-time kind of thing. She was annoying and stubborn, and more of a man than most men, I was pretty sure. She wasn’t really my type.
But then again, I hadn’t dated in three years.
I don’t have a type anymore.
Blowing out a frustrated sigh, I pulled on my jeans and shirt, the warmth sending a chill down my spine. Quietly, I padded toward the tiny kitchen, already knowing what I was looking for. I opened the cabinet closest to the fridge, pulling out a half-full carton of cigarettes. Jimmy, a guy who leased the cabin every year,alwayshad cigarettes.
And I didn’t smoke...
But that moment with Cheyenne drove me right to it.
I grabbed the lighter off the counter and headed out the back door, closing it quietly behind me. The rain was still coming down in buckets, rippling across the tin roof that covered the back porch. I pulled a cigarette out of the pack, rolling the Marlboro in my fingers, staring at the label like that might convince me to just put it back.
It didn’t.
I put it to my lips, rolled the lever on the lighter and placed it at the end of the cigarette. I inhaled to light it, but then quickly blew out the puff of smoke, shocked by the burn in my throat. Coughing, I shook my head.
Nope. I shouldn’t have done this.
But that still didn’t stop me, just like my history didn’t stop me from still sleeping with Cheyenne—who just so happened to be one of the most beautiful women I had ever laid eyes on.
Just too bad her attitude doesn’t match.
Shaking my head, I took another drag, this time feeling less bothered by the smoke entering my body. I blew out a couple of smoke rings, chuckling to myself as I did so. There was a time in my life when that had been my biggest concern—learning how to blow smoke rings...
But now there was more to worry about.
Like all this damn flooding that’s going to ruin the hay fields.
The sound of the door opening brought me out of my thoughts, however, and I turned to see Cheyenne stepping out onto the back porch, eyeing me in the dark. I wasn’t sure if she was dressed totally, but she was wrapped in the blanket.
