Page 5 of Can't Walk Away

When I told Phil I would never step in front of her dreams, but help her succeed, he gave me a nod of his head. His way of giving me his blessing, but Debra would be another factor and he wasn’t wading in to help me with her. Not that I could blame him, she’s never been big on being a mom in the past. Recently though things have changed. She wants Phil and Chey to look perfectly put together and come together like she’s a doting mother and wife. Something I know Phil is having a hard time understanding. Cheyenne never knew that her mom was stepping out on her father. It put doubts into Phil’s head. Doubts that he shared with me, thinking Chey may not even be his. I squashed that in a minute. Chey may have some of Debra’s looks, but not that many. She has Phil’s coloring, his hair, and even the same color eyes.

He admitted one day that he was a shit father and he couldn’t blame it all on the car dealership being built from the ground up, but at the thought that Cheyenne could very well not be his. Now he’s staying with Debra because “it’s cheaper to keep her.” His words, not mine.

I return my focus to Cheyenne. I slowly lower her body and let her feel just what she does to me. Her sharp intake of breath as I glide her down my body tells me she knows exactly what she felt.

“Ready to go?” I question her.

“Yeah, the sooner I let my parents know I’m moving, the faster I can get moved in. I have some furniture in storage that I’ve picked up here and there,” she tells me with a smile. Knowing Cheyenne, she probably picked it up at a yard sale and then painstakingly took the time to refinish them. She was always finding some little trinket in high school and turning it around into something else.

“Let’s get going then. I’m free tomorrow if you want help to move your stuff out of storage and into the apartment,” I tell her as I put my hand on her lower back and guide her back towards my truck. She stops before she gets on the side step to get into the truck. Cheyenne turns around, leans towards me with her head tipped up. Our height difference makes things interesting. It makes me smile as I look down at her. Cheyenne is on her toes and her lips are on mine. There’s no tongue. It’s her lips meeting mine and I take my time with her. My hands grip her hips and hold her steady as she takes her time to deepen the kiss. When her tongue comes out to play, I can’t hold back. I take over the kiss. One hand is grasping her waist as my other one holds the nape of her neck. My tongue takes over. We stand there out in the parking lot of my shop and now her apartment and make out like teenagers. There’s nothing that could invade our invisible cocoon we’re in.

I slowly pull my lips away from her. She mumbles something, but I can’t hear what she said under her breath. My smile deepens as she turns around and I get a glimpse of her ass peeking out from her denim shorts as she climbs into the cab of the truck.

“Fuck,” I murmur as I adjust myself before heading towards the driver side and take her back to her parents for the last time.

5

Cheyenne

We’re back ay my parent’s house in no time and I’m finding I don’t want to leave the truck or Jase. The way he holds me while we kiss. It’s like our two hearts mold into one. As if he’s the other piece of my being.

I let out a heavy sigh. Not looking forward to the conversation I’ll soon be having with my mom and dad. Though the way dad has been in the past, I’m not sure he’ll even notice me.

“I guess it’s that time.” I grouse and wring the hem of my shirt in my hands. I never changed before we left earlier. Choosing not to waste any time to get out of the house.

“Chey, it’s not going to be that bad. They know you’re twenty-one and you can’t stay home forever.” Jase says as he takes my hand and holds it in his.

“You’re right, but still. Will you come with me?” I ask and hold my breath waiting for his response.

“Yeah, I’ll come with you,” he says and squeezes my hand before letting it go. He climbs out of the truck. I follow his lead and meet him as we walk up towards the front steps. His hand is holding mine. That’s something new, the way he now seems to hold me in any way possible. I secretly love it. It helps soothe my stress level at this exact moment.

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