Page 7 of Can't Walk Away

When Cheyenne reaches over to grab ahold of my hand while I’m driving towards my house, it knocks me out of my thoughts. I look down and see my rough and weathered hand against her delicate hand and I smile. I’m right where I want to be.

I turn into my neighborhood; each house is set on a half an acre. It’s a smaller community. The houses are newer, but not all of them look cookie cutter. I pull up to my house, not thinking anything about it until I see the look on Cheyenne’s face. Her jaw is slack and she’s looking at the craftsman style house.

When I bought the house, I wasn’t thinking about my future, but now with Chey here with me, it’s all I can think about. I can envision hanging a front porch swing, watching her sit outside with a cup of coffee each morning, or a glass of wine at night while we watch the sun fade into the distance. Maybe one day the yard will be full of toys and a couple of toddlers will be running around chasing one another.

I finish parking the truck on the side of the house and grab her bags from the back of the truck. Cheyenne wanted to bring her car, but I persuaded her to leave it there for tonight. The last thing I wanted was for her to drive upset. We move up the front steps and I open the door for her.

“Jase, this isn’t a house,” she breathes out.

“Funny, it’s got four walls, a roof, water, and power. Seems like it’s a house to me, Honey,” I say with a chuckle.

“It’s a home, Jase and it’s beautiful,” she beams at me as she takes in the gleaming hardwood floors in the front entry way that lead into the open floor plan. You can see the living room and kitchen from here. Then there’s a hallway that leads to the bedrooms. All of them nestled on one side of the house.

“Thanks,” I say as I walk her towards the master bedroom. Not even asking her if she’d like to sleep in the spare room. I want her wrapped up in me tonight. Once we’re in the master bedroom, I put her bag on one of the two dressers I have in here. I turn around and see her standing in the doorway. Chey isn’t walking in, something I’m going to fix now.

“Chey, Honey. Come in. You don’t have anything to be afraid of,” I go up to her and hold her upper arms and crouch down so that I’m looking into her eyes.

“Oh, well. I wasn’t sure if you wanted me in here with you,” she stumbles out.

“Chey, there’s nowhere else I’d rather you be,” I trail my fingers down the length of her arm and twine our hands together and walk backwards to the bed. When I get there, I sit down and bring Cheyenne between my legs. She’s so tiny compared to me. My eyes meet hers in this position and as much as I want to toss her on the bed and have my way with her, she isn’t ready right now. I want to taste her innocence, to see how her body reacts to the way I’d trace my tongue all the way down her body from her neck down to her nipples. I’m already wondering what they’ll look like after my mouth has been on them. If they’ll be red and puffy. I’ll continue my journey until my tongue is at her pussy, licking and devouring every square inch of her body.

I’m rock hard just imagining her spread out for me. Fuck, hiding my hard on is going to be difficult. I clear my head of my thoughts when Cheyenne takes that moment to straddle my lap. She changed before we left her parent’s house, ditching her cut offs for a flowy summer dress.

I look down at her legs that are on display. I bring my hands down from her hips and hold the outsides of her thighs. Slowly bringing them up and under her dress. She drops her head back on her shoulders and moans out, “Jase.”

I keep my hands there, slowly massaging her legs. When her legs start to buckle, I bring her deeper into my lap. The only thing between us is her panties and my jeans. It would take nothing to unbuckle my pants, pull her panties to the side and make her mine.

“Jase, Babe,” she whispers out as her lips find mine. I let her takeover and hold her as she nestles as close as she can to me while never shying away from my lips.

“Fuck,” I mumble out. I lay back on the bed where the pillows are and allow her to hold me as she continues to kiss me.

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