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Staring At The Ocean Ch. 01

By: BelleHoney



Hi everyone.

This is my first submission. I hope you enjoy it! I welcome all feedback. 

The following is a complete work of fiction. The following story contains erotic situations between consenting adults. If it is illegal for you to read this please leave now. Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is completely coincidental. Please do not copy or distribute the story without the author's permission.

Big ups to my editor Angel. Thanks for all the help (((hugs))). I must admit I added a sentence or two after I received the edited copy back.

Cheyenne 

"I don't understand this. Why the hell won't they leave me alone?" I heard Jordan muttering to himself as I got up from my chair to see what was going on. When I reached the open door, my feet just wouldn't move any further. In his current state of dress (or undress rather), Jordan was almost completely naked except for the dark charcoal trousers. No shirt, tie or jacket to complete the suit and no shoes and socks. "He must have just gotten out of the shower attached to his office," I thought. 

"Great. It's going to be one of those days again. He pulled an all nighter and my goose is going to be cooked because I'm still going to be here at 9p.m. tonight because I lied on my application and can't really type seventy words a minute. But, God dammit he was so good looking. Six feet two inches of pure muscle. I swear, God created this man to play havoc on my hormones. With his sun bleached blonde hair that belonged on a surfer not a successful business owner, blue-green eyes that don't belong on any man except if he's Brad Pitt and a killer smile that begged you to rip off your clothes and shout, take me, take me now, please!" I wonder if he looked up, if he would be able to see my thoughts on my face.

"Chey!" Jordan bellowed. 

He never called my name or used the intercom, but bellowed it (or rather half of it) to let me know that he needed me and in so doing let the whole top floor of Time Towers know that he needed me as well. 

"Right here Boss! And its Cheyenne." I never could figure out just why I hated it when people abbreviated my name.

"Can you answer a damn phone?" he yelled at me.

"Yes, I believe it's why you hired me, too answer phones, make you coffee and do typing and such. You said yourself, just yesterday I might add, that I was the best secretary that you've have since old Mrs. McDonald passed on." I was trying brilliantly hard to hide my smile because I knew he wouldn't appreciate it. Not right this minute, anyway.

"Very funny "Cheyenne", you're supposed to keep things like this from reaching my ears."

"What's that Boss?" I asked with a little worry in my voice.

"These God damned vultures that want me to be on the cover of their magazines. This woman actually had the nerve to tell me I was the most eligible bachelor of the decade. Can you believe all this nonsense?" He ranted.

"Umm, but Jordan, the office phone didn't ring so . . . "

"Ahh, shit. Phone the mobile company and get me a new number. How the hell do they find these things out?" I could see he was at the end of his tether. 

"Umm, Jordan. You know you could solve this problem once and for all. We've spoken about it before. It would solve so many things and the journalists would leave you alone after a while." I spoke softly, clearly hearing his last time response in my head. "Are you fucking crazy?"

Jordan pulled me back from my memories with a brilliant smile.

"You're right, Cheyenne. I know the perfect person." His face suddenly lit up.

"You do? You've actually been considering my suggestion? Well hell, glad I could be of help. Who is she?" I was in awe of myself that I was able to persuade him.

"Could you phone and make the arrangements. It will be completely up to you of course what type of ceremony it will be, I don't have any qualms. The only thing I want is for it to be short but elegant." He smiled at me as he said it and I began to feel a little weird.

"But who is she? Wouldn't she want to plan it?" I asked slowly watching his face.

He brought out all the stops with his smile as he sat back in his black leather chair. Quite sexy wearing no shirt and all and then he dropped the bombshell. 

"She is planning it. You suggested it so I assumed you would be the perfect candidate. Pick a date, Cheyenne. Preferably within the next two weeks. You and I are getting married."

"Are you fucking crazy?" It was my turn to ask the loaded question.

"No." He only smiled at me like he just asked me to go pick up his dry-cleaning.

"What makes you think I'll say yes?" I crossed my arms over my chest, hoping against hopes that he'd give me an answer I could build an argument on.

"I don't." His smile suddenly cleared and he looked at me with an emotion I've never seen before. 

"Look, Cheyenne. I know this is farther out in left field than the two of us can imagine, but you and I get along. I'd rather have someone I get along with as my wife, than a woman, I know only wants me for my money." Jordan looked at me with such a sad expression, it's like the son of a bitch knew I was involved with him.

I felt myself starting to melt under his stare.

"You're the only woman that's never made a pass at me." 

"Well, dress me in drag and call me a queen. I guess it helps not to throw yourself at men. Who'd have thought?" I need to let Holly know about this new development I thought.

"Ok." I heard someone whisper. To my horror I heard my own treacherous voice say the word.

"Really?" There was that smile again. "Ahh, crap." I thought, it's like he knows how to play me.

"Yeah, sure. It's not like I've got anything to do in the next couple of weeks. Planning a wedding would be great." "Holy fuck." I heard the words in my head. Was this really me spouting this shit?

"Ok, I guess we're getting married then." Jordan got up from his desk, holding out his hand. Something inside me was screaming. "He's gonna shake my hand? Fuck!" My head just wouldn't shut up.

Not to be outdone, Cheyenne took the hand Jordan offered and that was the end of it. Twenty minutes later she found herself on the phone with one of her best friends, making wedding arrangements.

***

That's how the whole thing started. That's why I've now been married for all of two minutes. I was standing in the room where Jordan and I would spend our one night honeymoon before moving into our new apartment on 5th Avenue tomorrow. On Monday we'll go back to work like the weekend never happened. He'll be the boss, I'm the assistant. I still can't quite wrap my head around the fact that I married this man I've been admiring from afar for the last sixteen months. 

I've watched girlfriends, slight acquaintances, and even one night stands come and go. Hoping to become the next Mrs. Jordan Colt. With no luck, of course. That's why I was so surprised when he asked me. Well, told me actually. The fact that he has money makes no difference. 

I would have married Jordan Colt even if he was poor and lived in a cardboard box. Oh God. I fell in love with Jordan Colt when I started working for him. I stayed away because he told me, within five minutes of meeting me, I might add, that his previous secretary offered herself to him. When things cooled down between them she tried to trap him into marriage with pregnancy, which he only found out two weeks before he hired me was nothing but a pack of lies. I couldn't feel sorry for him could I? He was a player of the worst sort. I just couldn't help myself. 

Then when I asked him why he wanted to marry me and he told me that I was the only woman not to make a pass at him, I was stunned.

"Cheyenne?" It was Holly at the door, coming to see what was keeping me.

"Come in, Holly. I can't seem to reach the last couple of buttons, could you give me a hand?" I quickly turned my back so Holly wouldn't see the look of absolute terror and fright on my face. It wouldn't help for my friends to know how hopelessly in love I was with my husband, or for them to know that he didn't return my feelings. I'd rather they just thought we we're doing this out of mutual like.

"It was a beautiful wedding, Cheyenne. You did well organizing it in such a small amount of time." Holly said as she undid the last couple of buttons. 

"Thanks, but Adrian did most of it. I just gave orders really." I couldn't help but smile as I remembered Adrian running around New York City looking for one hundred candles that looked exactly the same because I didn't want flowers. God, I can be such a bitch sometimes.

"Jordan asked me to come see what's keeping you. All the guests are here and they want to get the speeches over so that they can drink and be merry at Jordan's expense," Holly laughed.

"Tell him I'll be down in ten minutes." Holly turned to leave and I called her back.

"Thanks for all your help today. I don't know what I would have done if you, Chloe and Adrian weren't here." I smiled at my best friend.

"I know I speak for the others when I say this, we wouldn't have had it any other way." Holly left and I quickly started getting dressed in my 'after the wedding' clothes so I could go and join my husband.

***

"Oh God. I can do this, I can do this." My mantra. I felt a bit self-conscious when I stepped out of the elevator. I took a deep, lung filling breath and suddenly wished I could nip out and have a cigarette. Suddenly I felt panicked, oh fuck, because I knew for sure that Jordan didn't know that I smoked. Then a slow smile spread across my face as I saw Adrian coming out of the reception area. 

"Come with me." Adrian grabbed my hand and pulled my into the little cigar lounge across the lobby. She reached into her bag and pulled out a pack of Marlboro Lights and lit up two giving one to me.

"You look like you could use one of these." Adrian smiled through a cloud of blue smoke.

"Thanks." I put the cigarette between my lips and inhaled deeply.

"Are you ok, love?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah, just a bit nervous. Jordan's brother hates me and there are at least six ex-girlfriends in there." I smiled at Adrian, feeling a bit more stable.

"Well, love, you're married to the man so they can't do anything. Are you done?" She asked.

"Yes, let's go." I ground the butt into an ashtray and took Adrian by the hand and walked determinedly toward the hall where my wedding reception was in full swing. 

As we were walking I whispered to Adrian, "Stay close with your bag, I'll need a few more of those before the night is over."

Adrian started laughing at this and I couldn't help but join her, not knowing that what started out as the happiest time of my life could soon become the most trying.

Jordan

I couldn't help but notice the beautiful smile on my new bride's face as she walked into the reception hall with one of her best friends. They were holding hands like they were afraid to let go of one another, but I knew the strange bond she had with her friends was because she had no family of her own.

I also couldn't help but think highly of this young girl that became my wife an hour ago. "I wonder why she said yes. I know what she said, but I didn't quite believe it," I thought to myself. "I should ask her one day, soon."

I got my first clear look at Cheyenne when I saw her let go of Adrian's hand and she started walking toward me. Being the type of girl she was I was surprised to find that she wore an ivory dress to our wedding but decided to wear white for the reception. She was wearing a white corset with a white, calf length pencil skirt that flared out at the bottom. White, impossibly high-heeled sandals completed the outfit with the ankle straps criss-crossing up her gorgeous endless legs. 

Someone caught her attention and she turned and I could see her back. Her back was completely bare except for at least a dozen white satin ribbons holding the material to her body. The only coherent thought in my mind was how long it would take me to undo those ribbons. 

"Come on, Colt, keep it clean," I murmured softly to myself. At that moment Cheyenne turned and started walking toward me with a huge smile on her face. 

I only then realized that Cheyenne was still wearing the diamond necklace, earrings and bracelet that was cut in the same style as her engagement and wedding rings.

I smiled back at her, hoping my arousal wasn't to obvious and held out my hand for her to take it. When she reached me, she took my hand and I pulled her slowly to my side. 

Just then I felt my mobile vibrate in my inside jacket pocket, I looked at Cheyenne and said: "Sorry, but I've been waiting for this call all week, you don't mind if I take it?"

"No, go right ahead." Cheyenne smiled at me.

I looked at the display screen and saw that indeed it was the call I'd been waiting for.

"Colt." Then listened.

"Yeah, thanks. That would be great. Yeah, just ask at the front desk. I sorted it all out before hand. Thanks again." I pressed the end call button and switched the cell phone off completely and tucked it back into my jacket pocket. Then I turned back toward Cheyenne.

"Would you like to sit down or grab some champagne first?"

"Champagne first and then a seat, please. It feels like I've been standing for a century," Cheyenne begged.

"I know exactly how you feel. I thought the service would go on forever." 

I smiled back, then turned deftly and took up two champagne glasses from a passing waiter and hand one to Cheyenne. I linked my fingers intimately with hers and steered her toward the head table where her three best friends, my best friend, my brother, his brother's wife and their four year old daughter who was also the flower girl where seated already. 

As soon as we sat down at the table my idiot brother got up from the table, shot me a look that said, you poor sod and a look of ridicule in Cheyenne's direction. I scowled at Adam but Cheyenne just ignored him and turned toward her friends and the four of them started chatting like they were having lunch at a local deli.

Unfortunately for Adam, he didn't get very far as Brent called him back to the table for the toasts.

Brent was my business partner and the best man at Cheyenne's insistence. Cheyenne refused to have Adam as my best man because she thought he was a hypocrite. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your attention please. Thanks. As this hasn't been a traditional wedding by anyone's standards, we'd like to get the last bit out of the way before we can have a good time. I've spoken to Cheyenne at length and I asked her what she wanted to do about the whole throwing the bouquet tradition and her answer was, I couldn't give a rat's ass as to who gets married next." Cheyenne blushed deep crimson and tried to hide her face in my shoulder, not that I minded. I was trying very hard not to laugh but the crowd didn't have much luck and soon everyone was having a good chuckle.

"Anyway, I posed the same question to Colt about the garter that he was supposed to chuck to the single men here and his response was to grumble that he wasn't taking a garter off Cheyenne's leg in front of everyone and that such antics belonged in the bedroom." 

Cheyenne looked like she swallowed something that's been in her fridge for years and turned an even darker shade of red while I just scowled at Brent for telling everyone my secret.

"So, as I said, this is hardly a traditional wedding but I hope that Cheyenne and Jordan will have a traditional marriage. I'd like for one and all to raise your glasses and join me in toasting Jordan and Cheyenne on this very special day. To Jordan and Cheyenne."

"Jordan and Cheyenne." 

It echoed through the room and when everyone except Adam had a sip of champagne Cheyenne got up from her chair and said, "I know it's even more untraditional for the bride or groom to make any speeches so I'll keep it short." I got up and stood beside her and draped my arm over her hips so she stood in the cradle of my arms.

"I just want to take this opportunity, and I'm sure Jordan agrees with me, to thank everybody for joining us today, on very short notice I might add. It's made the day that more special to both of us. I'd like to thank Holly for being my maid of honor and Chloe for helping me with organizing everything. I also want to thank Adrian for doing all the decorating, the church and the hall for the reception. We'd also like to thank Tiffany for being our flower girl and Brent for being the best man and embarrassing us on our wedding day, believe me we won't forget it." At that reminder everyone started laughing again. I took up where Cheyenne left off.

"As a token of our appreciation, Cheyenne tried her best to bankrupt me and bought everyone a distinctive different gift she thought you'd personally enjoy. Once again thank you all for coming and we hope you enjoy the rest of the party, enjoy!" 

I tipped my glass in the direction of our guests and Cheyenne did the same, toasted the guests that were a mix of my business acquaintances and somehow six of my ex-girlfriends.

***

Cheyenne

About four hours after that auspicious toast, I had a few minutes alone with my friends before I was expected to join Jordan in the suite upstairs. I was once again sitting in the cigar lounge with a cigarette between my fingers as I watched my best friends open the special gifts I'd bought them. 

I couldn't keep the thought out of my head. "I was surprised that Jordan gave in so willingly."

"I don't get it, it's like he didn't even care that I didn't want to go upstairs with him." I was looking to Adrian as I said this and missed the little sly smile that played around Chloe's lips. 

"Maybe he also just wanted a few minutes alone. Don't worry, you'll go upstairs and he'll sweep you off your feet." This came from Holly the romantic. She always saw the best in everybody and the bright side of every situation. 

"Talking about sweeping you off your feet," it was Chloe this time, "you better get up there before he comes down here and goes all cave-man on you." Chloe got off her chair and grabbed her bag and the gift that I gave her ten minutes earlier and looked at the other girls.

"Come on, girls. Let Cheyenne get to her honeymoon, even if it is for a day." She turned to me and said in her courtroom voice. "We won't expect you for brunch tomorrow. I love you and congrats once again. Have a good time." Chloe kissed me and held me in a fierce hug as she said the words.

Next was Adrian. I got a kiss and a hug from the two and three words: "Be happy, baby!"

Then came Holly, my closet friend. We had met briefly when I was eleven and Holly ten in a foster home and had been best friends since.

"I don't know what to say. I always knew that we'd all probably get married, but this is so sad. I feel like someone just stole my puppy."

"Honey, I'm not leaving the country, I got married. I'll still be here and we'll carry on visiting. Nothing will change, I promise. Not to long down the road we'll celebrate another wedding and all this will come out again, just like it did with Chloe and Robert's wedding." We all smiled at each other at the memory of the four of them in a similar bar also crying and saying goodbye to Chloe.

"Everyone OK?"

"Yeah, we'll be fine. Go be with your husband," Holly said.

I couldn't stop the single tear that rolled down my cheek when the only three people that I ever trusted in the world walked out of the hotel.

Jordan

When I saw Cheyenne's face when she finally got upstairs, I knew instantly she'd been crying. She looked up as she walked into the living area of the suite and stopped in her tracks when she saw me standing there. 

"I'm sorry." Was all she could get out before she started sobbing.

"Ah, love, come here." 

I walked over to Cheyenne and put my arms around her. It was at that moment that I realized how perfectly she fit in my arms. Her head was resting comfortably on my shoulder. I knew it was thanks to her three-inch heels and if she where barefoot she would only reach mid chest.


Staring At The Ocean Ch. 01



"What's the matter, love? Are you having second thoughts?"

"N . . . n . . . no," she sniffed.

"What then?" I lifted her chin so I could look at her face. Not minding her tear stained face and red nose.

"I just never thought it would feel so . . . final when the girls left. They're my only . . . sniff . . . family and when they left I just felt so . . . empty."

"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry." I held her to me again feeling like a slug, for taking her away from them.

Cheyenne pulled out of my arms and said: "Oh, no, Jordan, I'm the one who's sorry, I just didn't expect to feel like this. I just need to fix my face and have a bath and I'll feel fine." She gave me a watery smile.

"I have a better idea. Go and fix your face if you want but hold off on the bath. Let's go for a drive to clear our heads. What do you think?" I smiled at her.

"Yes, that would be great. I'll just go and freshen up. I'll be out in five minutes." Cheyenne turned to go and as soon the bedroom door closed behind her I snatched up the phone and dialed a number.

"Hi, it's me. Is everything ready? Great, listen, we're just going to drive around a bit and then we'll come through. Give us an hour, at most." Then I dialed the front desk. 

"Hi, it's Jordan Colt. Can you make sure the car is brought round? Thanks, we'll be right down."

As I put down the handset, the bedroom door opened and Cheyenne walked out.

"Who was on the phone?"

"Front desk. I asked them to get the car to the front door, so we won't have to wait. You ready to go?"

"Yeah, let's do that."

"I just have to grab something in the bathroom, I'll be right back."

I was praying silently all the way down to the lobby that Cheyenne didn't realize that none of her things where in the bathroom or in the bedroom. When the doors pinged open on the ground floor I took Cheyenne's hand and walked toward the front desk where I left the key, then walked to the front door where the doorman was waiting. I whisked Cheyenne through the front door and into the waiting car before she could blink.

"Ok, is there anywhere particular you want to go or do you just want to drive around?"

"Just drive, I don't care where," she answered back.

After that we fell into a compatible silence. Cheyenne leaned over and turned the radio on. I just glanced at her and smiled.

"What?" Cheyenne asked.

"Not even married for five minutes and you're all ready fiddling with my radio. Chicks." I grinned, trying to lighten the mood.

"I won't even dignify that with a response." Cheyenne smiled back. 

Cheyenne fell silent then and when I looked over after about fifteen minutes of silence I realized that Cheyenne was asleep and I couldn't believe my luck. Now I didn't have to tell her until it was too late for her to say no.

Luck is indeed a lady: "And tonight she's my lady."

To be continued . . .



Staring At The Ocean Ch. 02



Hi everyone.

This is the second chapter and there is still a few more to come before the story concludes. 

The following is a complete work of fiction. The following story contains erotic situations between consenting adults. If it is illegal for you to read this please leave now. Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is completely coincidental. Please do not copy or distribute the story without the author's permission.

Big ups to my editor Angel. Thanks for all the help (((hugs))). I must admit I added a sentence or two after I received the edited copy back.

Jordan 

I carefully lifted Cheyenne out of the car and carried her to the private leer jet standing ten feet away.

"You didn't drug her did you?" the worried stewardess asked softly.

"No Gloria, she's asleep. I think the day kind of got to her. Tell the pilot to lift off as soon as we're strapped in." 

I carried Cheyenne into the plane and set her down carefully on one of the plush seats that belonged in a lounge not a plane and buckled her in. I sat down beside her and strapped myself in. I then nodded toward the stewardess. 

"Tell the pilot not to make any announcements. I don't want her waking up yet."

When the plane was taxied down the runway and we were safely in the air, I unbuckled Cheyenne's safety harness and laid her down on the couch in a more comfortable position and marveled at the fact that she could sleep through a plane taking off.

Moving to another couch I stretched out myself and quickly fell asleep. After being woken up by the stewardess, I slowly stretched, trying to work out the kinks in my aching muscles.

"Mr. Colt. We'll be landing in a few minutes. I suggest you wake the lady. She's been asleep the whole flight."

"Thanks Gloria."

I took Cheyenne's hand and spoke softly to her: "Cheyenne, it's time to wake up now. You've been asleep for too long. Come on, sweetheart, wake up."

Cheyenne slowly opened her eyes, but something told me everything wasn't quite right. She was still too tired and groggy even after all the sleep she'd had.

''Cheyenne honey, what's wrong, why won't you wake up properly?"

"Umm. Took something . . . to sleep." Cheyenne murmured so softly that I had to lean in to hear what she was saying. "You took sleeping pills? Why?" I couldn't understand. 

Cheyenne looked at me dreamily and with a smile said: "Sorry, love. But I needed to sleep. I'm so tired. Didn't sleep before the wedding." 

Cheyenne yawned and almost went back to sleep. I just stared at her thinking how easily we slipped into the role of a married couple, already calling each other by pet names.

''Cheyenne you have to sit up for a bit, please. I need to strap you in." 

I got Cheyenne into a sitting position and buckled the seatbelt. I then sat down next to her and strapped myself in so I could support her. Cheyenne laid her head on my shoulder and promptly went back to sleep. When the plane touched down at our secret location, I unbuckled Cheyenne from her seat, lifted her up in my arms and carried her from the plane. 

I handed her over to the driver and said: "I'll get in first and then pass her to me." The driver looked a bit bewildered but did as I asked.

When the car sped from the airport, I was holding Cheyenne in my arms like a baby. I couldn't stop looking at her face and was thinking to myself, "This girl is my world now."

"Where the fuck did that come from?"

I was stunned at the turn my thoughts took, but for some reason I knew they were true. When we reached the hotel, I left Cheyenne in the car and went inside the hotel to sign in. When I got the keys to our private bungalow I went back to the car and told the driver where to go. We rolled to a stop in front of the bungalow and I asked the driver to bring in the bags. Picking Cheyenne up from the car I carried her inside, through the bedroom and placed her gently on the bed.

I left her and walked back to the living area and gave the driver a fifty-dollar bill. "That's for your trouble." 

I shook the man's hand and the driver left. I took our luggage through to the bedroom. Once there, I opened my suitcase and drew out a dark blue T-shirt. I went to the bed and undid the laces on Cheyenne's shoes. When they were undone I tossed them in the general direction of the luggage and then went to work on her clothes. 

When she was undressed, I tried, not to look at her with lust filled thoughts, but I couldn't help myself. I got hard at the sight of her. Painfully hard. I shook myself and went over to the bed and tried to dress her in my T-shirt, but I couldn't quite manage it on my own.

"Cheyenne, can you wake up for a minute so I can put this on you?" Cheyenne moaned softly and tried to sit up but I needed to help her.

When I finally got the T-shirt on her, I pulled back the covers and put her to bed. I got up and looked down at her. I quickly turned away and went to the luggage. I unpacked both our things and put everything where it needed to be.

When I was done, I went outside and pulled a pack of cigarettes from my trousers' pockets. As I lit up a cigarette I wondered if Cheyenne knew about my secret vice. I smiled to myself, wondering if I'd have to give it up or not. When the cigarette was finished, I turned and walked back into the bedroom. I felt fatigue creeping up on me and decided to go to bed. I striped to the skin, never having slept any other way and got into bed beside Cheyenne. It took me a while to drift to sleep. Having Cheyenne's body next to mine radiating heat didn't help. I also couldn't help but wonder what Cheyenne was going to say when she got up.

***

Cheyenne

I woke up slowly and stretched like a cat, starting at my toes and slowly stretching every muscle on the way up. When I stretched my arms out, I came into contact with something solid. I quickly pulled my hand back and looked at Jordan.

''Morning," he smiled as he said the word.

"Hi. Is the wedding over?" I asked, a little confused.

Jordan just chuckled. I couldn't help but stretch again and when I came into contact with his chest again I didn't pull away but looked up at him and smiled.

"Do you think we can cuddle for a while? I feel like having a cuddle. I don't want to get up yet, I'm too comfortable and too warm and too content to get up and I want to just hold you before I have to get up and face the world."

"Sure, it's still very early and I could do with a cuddle. I don't think anyone ever wanted to have a cuddle with me before." Jordan smiled and gathered me into his arms and held me so my head was resting on his shoulder.

"Don't lie to me Jordan Colt. You must have cuddled with someone before." I turned in his arms so my back was to his chest. I snuggled closer to him and made myself comfortable.

"To tell you the truth I don't think I've ever wanted to cuddle with anyone before."

"Well, you can have a cuddle with me any old time, all you have to do is ask, ok?"

"Ok."

We fell into a harmonious silence and I felt Jordan's body relax. I gave into the urge of sleep and closed my eyes and went back to sleep.

Two hours later when I woke, I realized that while we were sleeping we had changed positions and that Jordan was now lying on his side and I was facing him. My leg draped wantonly over his hip and my free hand resting on his chest. Jordan's hand was resting on my leg just underneath my buttock. I felt Jordan's hand travel down my bent leg and felt the smooth silkiness of my skin trembling beneath his hand.

''Hey, are you feeling me up mister?" I was smiling as I said the words and Jordan knew that I didn't really mind him feeling me up because of the shudder that racked my body.

"Yeah. From where I'm lying you feel very good and I wouldn't mind being felt up in return," he smiled back.

I let my hand fall to his waist and trailed my upward from his buttocks to his back.

"Hmmm. It feels good being felt up," Jordan practically groaned. He reciprocated the gesture and ran his hand up my back underneath the T-shirt I was wearing.

"Hmmm, that fells good." 

I moved closer to Jordan and lifted my face for a kiss. He leaned in and gently put his lips to mine. Softly and gently, almost like he was afraid that I was going to freak out. A soft sigh escaped my lips and he suddenly changed the pressure on my lips. I let my mouth fall open and he slipped his tongue inside my mouth. That's where it all went south. 

Jordan

I heard her make a small mewling sound in the back of her throat and could suddenly not stand the fact that she was so far away from me. I pulled her even closer and the kiss went carnal. Hands were suddenly everywhere. When her hands made contact with the skin at my waist, I sucked in a ragged breath and kissed Cheyenne with even more vigor.  Cheyenne spread her fingers wide and ran her hands up my back pushing her fingers into my back muscles. I was all over her at that point. I couldn't believe how soft and silky her skin felt. I cursed himself as ten kinds of fool for not acting on my feelings for her earlier. I moved my hands upwards until they stopped underneath her breasts. 

Cheyenne made that faint whimpering sound in the back of her throat again. I palmed both her breasts and softly urged her nipples erect. Cheyenne gripped my back and kissed me back, but there was something else in that kiss. Something I never felt before.

I pushed Cheyenne onto her back, stripped the shirt off her body and bent my head over her taking one of her nipples into my mouth. Cheyenne let out a little yelp of sensation. She tossed her head from side to side as my hand moved downward toward the place she wanted to be touched the most. When I made contact with Cheyenne's sex, she arched up, into my hand.

''Oh, Jordan." 

I smiled as I kissed down her belly toward my goal. I gently removed my hand and pressed her legs apart. When my mouth came into contact with her womanhood, Cheyenne let out a yell.

"Oh, God, don't do that. Jordan!" I looked up and smiled at her.

"Why?" 

"Just don't, ok." 

Cheyenne tried to push me away, but I grabbed her hands and held them to her sides and went back to kissing her. Soft licks and kisses weren't enough. I pressed my mouth harder into her and pressed my tongue inside her. 

Cheyenne

"Oh God." 

I was trying so hard not to enjoy what Jordan was doing to my body, but I suddenly felt my body spinning out of control. A million stars exploded behind my eyelids as I let out a sharp cry. It shocked me that an orgasm could come so quickly and be so intense.

Jordan left his feast and moved up my body kissing as he went. He placed soft chaste kisses on both my breasts. When he got to my mouth, he stunned me and turned me over so I was lying on top of him. 

"Wha . . . what are you doing?"

"You take it from here. It will be better for you. I don't want to hurt you." I knew I got that wicked look in my eyes when his expression changed for male satisfaction to question.

"Pay back is a bitch." 

I leaned over and gave Jordan a soft kiss on the lips. Not really knowing what the hell I was doing, hoping to God I knew enough so I didn't disappoint him. I moved downwards and left a trial of licks, kisses and nibbles in my wake. When I got to his dick, I was happy and delighted to find it hard and erect, thinking I must have done something right. I wrapped both hands around him.

"Cheyenne, what are you doing?"

"Well, since you've had breakfast, it's only fair that I also get to eat." 

With a smile I bent my head and licked the straining tip of his penis. Moving my head further down, I licked from the base right up and when I got to the tip, I let instinct take over and my mouth swallowed his erection.

Jordan let out a yell of his own and quickly grabbed me by the shoulders lifting me up his chest. A proud little smile played around my lips as I straddled Jordan's lap and lifting myself up, I impaled myself on his hard length, slowly moving downwards, until both Jordan and I felt resistance.

"You're a virgin." It wasn't a question. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"It's not a big deal." I suddenly went shy and made to move off him.

"No, don't." Jordan moaned as I slid up his erection.

"I just wish you had told me. I could have made it better for you."

"It's already been good. Hell, it's been great. It's been fantastic, mind-blowing and incredible. Just don't stop, ok."

Jordan placed his hands on my hips and moved me slowly downwards and he cock back inside, exercising gentle pressure, but not enough to break my hymen. He moved one of his fingers between my legs and started stroking my little nub. The sensations of my earlier climax returned and suddenly every nerve ending in my body went haywire. 

"It's not possible. It's to soon," I thought.

Without thinking I pressed my body downwards and suddenly Jordan was fully imbedded inside me. Jordan stopped and looked at the expression on my face. When I calmed down, I slumped across his body. Jordan held me so tightly I could hardly breathe. I knew he was willing to stop there but I had different plans for him. I sat up and started moving my body up and down on his hard, engorged lenght, mimicking his earlier movements.

Jordan gasped and held onto my hips again, as if he was trying to hold me in place. I then sat up so I could take him into me more fully. I only had one coherent thought. Jordan. I knew that I was about to explode again and wanted him with me. I leaned forward again and buried my face in Jordan's neck. Not knowing what to do or say I once again let myself go and let instinct take over. 

That's when I heard myself say, "That's it, baby. Let go. I want to feel you cum inside me."

Jordan cried out and I felt his body respond to my whispered command. His seed exploded out of his body into mine, filling me with pulses of white hot cum as he released inside of me. His upper torso lifted up from the bed with the force of it. For some reason I couldn't stop. I kept on riding him until I was sure every last drop of moisture had been wrung from his body and I didn't have the strength left to move.

Jordan fell back onto the bed taking me with him and just held me, refusing to let me go, when I tried to get off him. Within minutes both of us where asleep. I was still on top of him and he was still inside me.

***

I woke slowly with a delicious feeling between my legs. It felt like a thousand bolts of electricity was running through my body. I became fully awake when I felt Jordan thrust his hips against me. I decided to close my eyes and enjoy the feeling. Suddenly he flipped me over and I was lying on my back staring up at his beautiful smiling face. He never once stopped moving inside me.

"Jordan." His name came out on a sigh and I couldn't help but notice the love in my voice. "I wonder if Jordan hears it too."

"Yes, love?"

"Hurry, I want to cum again." Like a torch to a flame, Jordan slammed into me and wouldn't stop even if God himself told him to.

"Jesus, Jordan! Fuck!" I screamed when I felt Jordan spill himself into me.

"Chey . . . Holy mother of Fuck!" Jordan collapsed on top of me and although I could hardly breathe, I didn't want him to be anywhere else.

After about ten minutes it was a different story. When we both calmed down I started to feel Jordan's weight.

"Colt. Could you get off me, you're heavy?"

"Sorry." Jordan moved to my side and I got my first look at the big French style doors that lead onto a big deck and then straight onto the sand of the beach.

"What the fuck. Jesus, Jordan. Where the hell are we?" I was completely aware that I was screeching like a fishwife. Jordan started laughing.

"In my excitement I didn't get a chance to tell you. Welcome to our honeymoon suite."

"Honeymoon . . . what honeymoon? We're not taking a honeymoon!" I got out of bed, completely forgetting that I was stark naked and giving my husband (and I do use the term loosely right this very minute) a fantastic show.

"Yes we are. Chloe helped with the packing and I whisked you away. It was very easy, actually." Jordan smiled and got out of bed too. He came to stand behind me and wrapped those beautiful arms I just couldn't resist around me.

"Is this ok, because if you're unhappy about it, we can fly back." Jordan's voice held a note of uncertainty.

"Are you kidding me? This is a fantastic surprise. Would you mind if we go for a swim and then get breakfast? I'm starving," I asked.

"Sure, let's go." Jordan took my hand and started out the door toward the beach.

"Wait, are you nuts. We're naked. I need a swimsuit and so do you." I tried to drag him back inside. Quite useless as he was a good foot taller than I was.

"No, we don't, look around. This is our beach, it's private and no one will disturb us here. That's why I chose it. Come on, live a little."

"Gmhft." Ok, ok I hear ya, not the most lady-like sound to make, but the guy was asking me to go skinny-dipping in the middle of the day.

"Come on." Jordan again tried to pull me out the door.

"Look, buster. The only way you're getting me in that water is by picking me up and taking me there yourself." Shit. Wrong move.

"Ahhhhhh," I screamed as Jordan picked me up, and holding me to his chest, made quick work of the distance between the bungalow and the ocean.

Jordan dumped me into the waves. Deciding it was better to stay, we frolicked there for about fifteen minutes. When we got back from the beach, again with me in Jordan's arms, he called for breakfast and I went to have a shower. I came out wearing a sarong and Jordan went into the bathroom to have a shower. When he came out breakfast had arrived and I was sitting on one of the lounge chairs on the deck having coffee.

Realizing to late that Jordan was done, he saw the cigarette in my hand and before I could say anything Jordan pulled out his own cigarettes and tossed them onto the table. We laughed hysterically at one another for not having the courage to tell the other that we smoked. Jordan sat down next to me and together we had breakfast.

*** Jordan

That night I took Cheyenne out to dinner at the main resort and we had lobster and a crisp white wine. We laughed and joked and it was in my opinion anyway, the best damn dinner I've had in months.  

My jaw and stomach muslce hurt to hell. I don't think I've ever laughed this much since I was a child and I know for a fact no-one could wipe the shit-eating gron from my face.

We elected to walk back to the bungalow along the surf. Everything was silent around except for the rush of the ocean on sand and the sound of the waves breaking on the water. Suddenly I felt the need to ask.

"Cheyenne how do you feel about children?"

"I love kids, why?"

"How do you feel about having some?"

"I was hoping to talk to you about that. Conventional female that I am, I want at least six!" she rambled.

I smiled down into her worried face and the only thing I could come up with to say was, at least we'll spend lots of time in bed. Instead I took a breath to clear my head and said: "Six is a bit much, but I could live with two or three."

"So, you want kids? That's great!" The smile came back to her face and everything lit up. 

"I don't really want six children. I was just panicked. I didn't know what to do or what to say and I really want kids, Jordan. It's one of those things I want really badly from life."

"Cheyenne." I pulled her close and hugged her, resting my chin on her head. Both my arms went around her and I held on tight. I immediately noticed that she held on just as much I did. 

"Would you relax. I want children, you want children there's nothing more to say or get upset about except how many we actually will have, which we can discuss after the first one is here, ok?" I said the words gently and was rubbing her back as I said them. 




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"Ok." Cheyenne was talking into my suit jacket so I pulled her face up to be able to look into her eyes and to hear what she was saying. 

"I panicked, I didn't know . . . ohmigod, Jordan are you sure you want to stay married to me?" I laughed at her silly question.

"There's no one in this world I'd rather be married to than you." I bent my head and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Wishing that kiss could tell her what I was feeling, because I sure as hell didn't know. 

I turned and tucked her close to my side and started walking again. When we reached the bungalow, we started undressing each other without a word spoken between us.

We made love all night, got up the next morning and made love again. Had breakfast, went for a swim and made love again. The next two weeks were spent not doing much different.

To be continued . . . 



Staring At The Ocean Ch. 03



Hi everyone.

Here is chapter three. I hope you enjoy it!

The following is a complete work of fiction. The following story contains erotic situations between consenting adults. If it is illegal for you to read this please leave now. Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is completely coincidental. Please do not copy or distribute the story without the author's permission.

Big ups to my editor Angel. Thanks for all the help (((hugs))). I must admit I added a sentence or two after I received the edited copy back.

Cheyenne

Every time I walked into my new home I still gasp at what Adrian had done while we were away. "It still gets to me."

I put my bag down on the front hall table and it slid to the ground. As I bent down to pick it up, I didn't feel too good. From far away I heard Jordan's voice.

"Babe, what's wrong?"

Jordan

I saw Cheyenne fall to the floor and everything happened almost in slow motion.

"Cheyenne, oh God, Cheyenne." I reached for the phone and dialed the driver's number. 

"Bring the car back. We need to go to University Hospital." I threw the handset back into the cradle and scooped Cheyenne from the floor and raced back downstairs.

When we reached the hospital, I didn't bother with a gurney. I wasn't willing to let her go.

"Can someone help me please?" 

A nurse came up to me and said, "Take her in there, please. I'll get the doctor." A few minutes later, a young female doctor came into the little examination room.

"What happened?" She was looking into Cheyenne's eyes and taking her pulse.

"We got home and she just fainted."

"What's her name?"

"Cheyenne, Cheyenne Colt."

"Ok and yours?"

"Jordan. What's wrong with her?"

"That's what I'm trying to find out. Now, Jordan, if you'll wait outside. I'll let you know as soon as we know something." She pushed me out the door. There was nothing I could do but wait.

When the doctor came out of the exam room, she approached me with a calm expression on her face.

"Mr. Colt. I'm Dr. Simms. You can go see your wife now."

"Is she OK, doctor?"

"Sydney, please and I'll let her tell you. She's awake and she can go home but you need to make another appointment for her, preferably within the next two weeks. Now go see your wife. She wants to see you." The doctor left and I raced to the door and slowly pushed it open. 

The nurse turned to leave looking at Cheyenne one last time and said, "Take you're time, remember to check out when you leave." When the nurse had left, I turned to Cheyenne and looked at her worriedly. 

"Baby, what's going on?" Cheyenne smiled at me like nothing was wrong and held out her hand.

"Come here a minute. I need to tell you something." I sat down next to her on the bed and took her hands in mine.

"Tell me, please."

"You remember that first night in Hawaii when we were walking on the beach and we were talking?"

"Yeah, I remember, we were talking about kids, but what has that got to do with . . . Oh my God. You're pregnant, aren't you?" I looked at her and I felt my frown lift as the realization dawned on me.

"Are you happy about it?" Cheyenne asked carefully.

"Happy, if we weren't in a hospital I'd shout with joy. Cheyenne this is the best news ever. Are you happy about this?" I looked at her trying to read her expression. 

"Yes, oh yes, Jordan. I suddenly feel like I've been put on earth to be this baby's mother." Cheyenne's face was radiating happiness as we walked from the hospital. The worried driver was still standing beside the car.

"Oh, thank goodness you're ok, Mrs. Colt. We were so worried," the driver said.

"Not to worry Raul, it was good news. We're going to be parents." I smiled as I ushered her into the car. Not for all the tea in China could anyone wipe the smile from my face that night.

***

Cheyenne

"Well does everybody know then?" Jordan asked me the next day.

"Yes, they are all surprised. That conference call thing was a good idea by the way. Better than having a party, 'cause you can hang up on anyone you don't want to talk to," I said, referring to Jordan's brother Adam, who started laughing and called Jordan an idiot. Jordan was the one to hang up on him, before I could get angry. 

"Well, it's done and no one can change it and more importantly no one can take it away. Come here." Jordan held out his hand and brought me closer to him so I could sit in his lap. He just held me for a second and then let me go.

"We should get back to work. We're going to have much to accomplish before you go on maternity leave." Jordan smiled at me.

"Oh, crap Jordan, don't even go there. I'm roughly nine weeks along and I can work right up till the last month. Even the doctor said so. So don't even think about telling me to sit at home and do nothing, because I won't have it." I turned and walked from Jordan's office to my own. He better not think to pull any, barefoot in the kitchen shit with me.

Jordan

That wasn't what I meant but I'll let her go for now and would make an official appointment with her later and speak to her.

***

I looked up at the knock on the door. When it opened and saw it was Cheyenne I smiled but looked down at my watch anyway to check if she was on time. She was. I couldn't help but watch her walk into the office. 

My beautiful, petit five foot, six-inch wife with short golden curls that belonged on my four-year-old niece had big gorgeous eyes that were bluer than the deep ocean with fantastic legs, breasts that would fill his hands perfectly and a mouth made for sin. 

"I know that mouth could make my world come apart. She does it every morning when she smiles," I thought. Hell, I could think of a few more things she could do with that mouth.

"So, what's this about Jordan? Official appointments? That's a new one." Cheyenne smiled at me.

"Sit down, Cheyenne I have business to discuss with you." I sat back in my chair and looked at Cheyenne.

"You're my wife now and part of my life, personally as well as professionally, seeing that you work for me. I have created a position in the company, well, actually I've created two. The people I have in mind for both positions, you know them and I want to run this by you. The first position is a Legal Executive Director. I wanted to know what you thought about approaching Chloe for that particular job." I studied her face so I could see the emotions play with her features.

"I think it's a great idea. It's high time we get a lawyer on the payroll. It's a waste paying a firm. What about the second position?" She asked, warming to the task.

"The second position's official title will be President of Contracts and Operations. It will entitle the person to sit in on all new and current meetings with our clients and give that person leave to deal with clients when Hawke or I are not here and handle clients in their own capacity and generally keeping the client happy," I explained.

"Well, if it means that it will take work from you, I'm all for it." Cheyenne smiled that thousand-watt smile.

"That's the thing. It won't."

"Well, what's the point of creating the position?" Cheyenne looked at me like I'd lost it.

"I feel that our clients should get more from us, otherwise why would they stay here instead of going to another company. I feel we don't offer the people we work with enough. It's something I want to get off the ground straight away, as I've got other things within the company I want to take care of." I was looking at Cheyenne with anticipation, hoping she was up for the task.

"What will you be busy with?"

"Well, seeing as how a few things have come to light in recent weeks, I want to take a look at personnel contracts. I'm sorry to say, but since we found out you're pregnant, I've noticed that there are a few other women that are to. I had a look at your contract and realized that maternity leave; sick leave and things like that just aren't up to standard. Ever since I took the business over from my father I just took it for granted that these things were in place but I soon realized I've been sadly mistaken." She nodded her head at this but said nothing. I pushed further.

"So what do you say, think you're up to the job?"

"Me? Jordan what do I know about the security business?" God, you'd think that I have two heads, the way she was looking at me.

"I know, but you've been here long enough to know the business. The position will entitle you help out with clients, none of the cloak and dagger stuff." I looked anxiously at her.

"Are you interested? In the job I mean?" I looked at her and hoped, no prayed, she would say yes.

"Ok, I'll do it. I'll see the next couple of months as my trial run, until I go on maternity leave. Then you can decide if you still want me for the position. As for the other one, I'll contact Chloe and set up a meeting for us." She got up and looked at my schedule. 

"I'll set up something for tomorrow?" she asked.

"Yes, that will be fine and I want you to hire my next secretary yourself. Just because I don't have you for a secretary doesn't mean I don't want things run the same way." I got up from my chair, took her in my arms and kissed her soundly on the mouth. 

"Welcome to the world of being in management. You're going to need it." Cheyenne scowled at me and I couldn't help but laugh at the look on her face.

Cheyenne

The next day was a great day for both Jordan and me. Chloe had come and gone and Jordan was still glowing from the after effects of their meeting. You'd think he'd given birth or something. 

Jordan was still basking in his good fortune when I walked into his office door without knocking. He looked up and saw me and got a weird expression on his face. 

I was dressed in a flowing, sky-blue summer dress that reached about mid thigh with high-heeled white sandals. My hair, like always was carefree and my face radiantly shining. It had been ever since I found out I was pregnant.

I walked toward him and motioned him not to get up. Instead he just swiveled it in my direction. I tossed the note pad onto his desk and promptly sat down in his lap. He almost choked at the response his body made to being man-handled in such a way. 

I put my hands on either side of his face; looked him in right in his eyes and said, "Jordan Colt, I have never in my twenty-three years of existence, known another man like you." 

Then I proceeded to use that sinful mouth he liked so much. He finally got round to telling me that he always thinks of all the wicked things I do and say with my "sinful mouth" every time he saw me.

I kissed him with such abandon his body went into overdrive. I felt one of his hands come to rest on my thigh and he slowly moved it upwards. When his hand came into contact with the lacy outline of my panties he groaned and lifted me off his lap.

"Woman, I'm trying to work here. What on earth are you wearing?" 

I laughed at that loaded question but said nothing. I picked up the note pad and promptly dropped it and unthinkingly bent to pick it up. I only realized my mistake when I heard Jordan groan and turned to look at him in my crouched position, finally realizing I was giving him a blatant view of my backside. 

"Like what you're seeing?"

"Yes, what was the kiss for?"

"Why didn't you tell me about my new office?" I grinned like a fool.

"Have you gone snooping?" Jordan tried to sound stern.

"Of course! Don't you know me by now?" I laughed again.

"Thanks, I love it. Come with me I want to ask you something." I grabbed his hand and walked him toward a connecting door in his office through a small little room and into a beautifully furnished office. 

"So what did you want to ask me?" Jordan looked around the office.

'Well, this will be my office right?' I asked with a smile.

"You're scaring me. I can see your mind working. What are you up to?" Jordan asked.

"And I take it the smaller office to the left will be for my PA. Right?" The smile never left my lips

"Right again. Where is this going?"

"Well, I was wondering if we could get Adrian in to decorate the little office that connects our offices."

"I guess we can, but what for?" I could see the confusion in his eyes.

"I was thinking, maybe we could turn it into a little nursery, so I wouldn't have to be too far away from the baby at any given time. What do you think?" God, I must look so pathetic staring at him, I thought. But, hell if I could help it.

"I think it's a great idea. It's a fantastic idea. I wish I had thought of it. Speak to Adrian and hear what she says. I'm sure she'll be able to do it." He wrapped his arms around me and with his lips against my ear, sending chills down my spine he whispered, "What do you think about taking the rest of the day off?"

"What for?'" I wanted to know.

"I can think of a few things. Come on, let's get out of here." He took me by the hand and led me from the building.

***

Jordan

I lifted Cheyenne from the huge tub, set her down and dried her off. When she was dry, I picked her up and carried her toward the bed.

"I can walk you know," Cheyenne said softly.

"I know, but I like carrying you." 

I sat Cheyenne down on the bed and moved to sit behind her. I leaned back and rested my back on the pre-arranged pillows and pulled her against my chest. We sat there, for what seemed like hours. Both as naked as the day we were born. 

I fell into a routine we had developed right after we found out she was pregnant. I started whispering softly, to the baby, telling it stories of my childhood at which Cheyenne laughed. I stopped talking and placed my hands on her still flat tummy.

"Cheyenne . . . " I began. 

"Yeah?" Cheyenne gently placed her hands on top of mine and leaned her head back against my shoulder.

"I'm really happy about this baby and I want you to be too." I slowly moved my hands upward toward Cheyenne's breasts.

"I am happy, really happy. Just like you, I really want this baby. We can make it good. You and me and our baby. We can make it work. It doesn't matter what anyone says, OK."

"Cheyenne, I want to make love to you," I whispered in her ear, sounding almost desperate.

"Go ahead. I'm not going to stop you." 

Cheyenne let her hands fall onto my thighs and gently stroked up and down. I gently cupped her now sensitive breasts and harassed her nipples until they were erect. I couldn't resist and bent my head and kissed her neck. She arched her neck to give me better access. 

"Hmmm, that feels so good." Cheyenne tried to turn in my arms but I stayed her with a gentle hand on her stomach.

"Let me turn around," Cheyenne whispered.

"No, stay like this, I want to watch you from here. It's a nice view." I know she could hear the smile in my voice. Taking a deep breath, I took her hands and gently placed them on her breasts. "I hope to hell this works."

"Jordan . . .?" I could hear the uncertainty in her voice. 

"Shhh. Feel your body. Touch it, when you understand it, you'll be able to get much more pleasure from it." 

Still holding her hands in mine I gently moved her hands 'round her erect nipples. Finally, her own hands came into contact with her nipples. She let out a little gasp of sensation and I knew she was on the right track.

I took a chance and removed my hands from atop hers, thinking she'd move hers away but to my surprise her hands didn't immediately leave her breasts, but they touched and caressed exploring to which heights she could take herself. I took another chance and placed my right hand over hers and slowly moved her hand south away from her breast and toward her sex. I felt her arm tense as she tried to resist.

"Jordan . . . I don't think . . . '

"Shhh. I want to see you do this. Please. I want to know what turns you on and I want you to know what turns me on when the time comes." I felt her muscles go slack and once more took her hand on a journey on her own body.

"Touch, feel, if not for you, for me, please." I gently parted her nether lips holding her body open to both our gazes. I saw her hand timidly place her fingers on herself. I felt rather than heard her gasp at the wetness she found there. She touched herself with more conviction and it was my turn to realize that she had done this before.

"Does it feel the same?"

"What?" I knew she was playing dumb.

"Does it feel the same as to when you touch yourself when you're alone?"

"How did you know?" I felt her body heat at her blush.

"Don't be ashamed baby. I know because I can see it in the way you touch yourself. You've done this before."

Cheyenne

I let out a soft mewling sound and suddenly realized that Jordan's breathing had become shallow and labored. I could also feel the noticeable hardening of his dick against my buttocks. 

I laid my head back against his shoulder and pressed my fingers to the little nub I knew was between the folds of my sex that Jordan so obligingly uncovered and helped open for me. I rubbed just a little harder and a feint quiver went through my body. 

I was amazed at how my body responded to my own ministrations. "It was never like this when I was by myself. This is so much better." I felt a little sexy knowing that I was able to do this to myself and felt even better knowing I was having a major effect on Jordan. With a little more pressure I felt the rush of sweet exquisite pleasure rushing through my body. 

Jordan

With her eyes closed, her head rolled from side to side on my shoulder. Not able to stop herself I felt her fingers moving faster and faster on the little nub between her pussy lips. Cheyenne tried to bite back a moan but it escaped past her lips anyway. I could feel her body becoming hotter and hotter. She squirmed a little and her free hand involuntarily reached up so she could stroke her own breasts. "I don't even think she knew she's doing it."

I suddenly realized that Cheyenne was nearing her peak. I slipped my hand lower and pressed two of my fingers inside her warm, slippery passage. She tried to remove her fingers then thinking I was going to finish her off.

"Don't stop. You're doing a fantastic job. Can you feel it, baby? Can you feel the blood rushing around your body at a thousand miles a minute?"

"Yes, oh, Jordan," Cheyenne sighed the words rather than spoke them.

I removed my fingers from Cheyenne and she squirmed in protest and in the process rubbing her sweet little ass against my cock. I didn't go far though but lifted her so she sat astride my lap.

"Look," I said softly. 

When she looked down, she saw my cock between her thighs. I knew she could feel it against her pussy, because I felt her juice coating my cock. I knew she wanted me inside her and although I wanted it too, I knew we had to finish this the way I intended. 

Cheyenne, thinking she could control things made a subtle movement that would've embedded me inside her sweet hot body but I was ready for her. When she moved upward, my hand shot between our bodies to prevent her taking me inside. 

"Why?" She almost sobbed. 

"You'll understand in a minute," I told her. I brought both my hands upwards and cupped her breasts. I felt her body arch away from my chest. 

I placed one of my hands just above the juncture of her thighs and gently pushed her body back against mine. 

Just then I noticed our reflections in the mirror. 

I could see every inch of Cheyenne's body. Her back beautifully arched, pelvis thrust forward, her head rested on my shoulder. Her nipples hardened and begged to be kissed and sucked. Her legs spread wantonly as far as they could go. One hand nestled between the curls of her sex, the other holding on to the back of my neck.

I couldn't help but think, "Fuck me, but she is gorgeous."

Cheyenne

I didn't want to stop rubbing myself but quickly realized what Jordan was doing. "He's trying to use his cock to rub up against my clit." 




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I lifted my hand away so his thick length could make contact with my hot, wet flesh. I tried my luck again and tried to insert his cock inside me, but his hand on my pelvis stopped me. I was at a loss at what to do with my free hand. 

Jordan solved the problem when he took my hand in his and placed it against himself. 

I realized what he was trying to do and pressed my hand down to keep him firmly against me. I felt his big hands span my waist and ground himself against me. I made another mewling sound in my throat. Jordan reached up to place one of his hands on my breast, but came into contact with my own.

Hearing him groan I felt him switch his hands and he started playing with my other breast, pinching the nipple to the point of pleasurable pain.

I managed to somehow slip my hand almost around Jordan's shaft while still rubbing him against me. I felt the blood rush to my brain and knew the end was upon me.

"Jordan . . . " The words came out on a breath. I felt him flex his muscles and pressed down harder on my hip. I felt my body stiffen in his hands. 

Jordan

When her juice flowed freely from her body and over my penis I knew I had to do something to relieve the pressure of my own body, but Cheyenne was one step ahead of me, this time. Knowing I'd want to enter her, she held off and kept her hand on my dick and wouldn't let go. She also kept moving her hips and brought her other hand down and gently cupped my balls in her free hand. 

"Fuck baby, you don't play fair," I couldn't help but groan in her ear. I knew she could feel my body respond to her ministrations.

"That's it, love. It's your turn now," she whispered. 

She took a firmer grip on my solid length and while she was rubbing me against the wet folds of her pussy, her hand was also moving at a rapid rate up and down my cock-shaft. I felt my body stiffen underneath hers and felt my penis jerk. 

I looked up into the mirror and saw her smiling at me. She could also see the seed shoot from my body onto her pubic hair, mixing with the satisfaction of her own climax. 

I fell back against the bed and brought Cheyenne with me. She silently moved off me and snuggled to my side. After a few minutes I brought the sheets up and covered us both. I felt her turn onto her side and spooned my body around hers, hoping she heard me when I whispered, "I love you."

"It's about time you admitted it." I didn't respond, but rather left it at that, knowing she'd tell me if she felt the same way. I was drifting off to sleep when I heard her whisper my name.

"Jordan . . . "

"Yeah . . . "

"I love you, too."

Suddenly everything just seemed right. Making love to the woman you love on a lazy Friday afternoon was just the thing. Falling asleep with a shit-eating grin on my face I couldn't help but think, "I could die a happy man."

To be continued . . . 



Staring At The Ocean Ch. 04



Well, here is chapter 4. Thanks for the feedback and remember keep it coming. 

The following is a complete work of fiction. The following story contains erotic situations between consenting adults. If it is illegal for you to read this please leave now. Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is completely coincidental. Please do not copy or distribute the story without the author's permission.

Big ups to my editor Angel. Thanks for all the help (((hugs))). I must admit I added a sentence or two after I received the edited copy back.

*

Jordan 

I stretched as I woke and thought how great it was to wake up in the middle of the day. I knew Cheyenne wasn't in bed by pure instinct. I started to feel a little funny. "God, if I told anybody about this feeling I'd be committed on the spot."

I got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom. I knocked on the closed door and called Cheyenne's name. When I got no answer I pushed open the door and stuck my head inside. What I saw made no sense to me.

"When Cheyenne got up she would've cleaned the bathroom." She has been driving me crazy about leaving the bathroom in a mess. 

I walked to the huge walk-in closet and pulled on a pair of faded denim jeans and went to look for her. 

The more I searched the more confused and scared I became. When I reached the lounge, I saw Cheyenne's bag on the front door table where she left it when we got home from work the previous day.

"That's weird," I mused under my breath as I took up Cheyenne's bag and looked inside. Her file-o-fax, her personal diary and her cell phone were still there. Even the private mobile phone that I got her before the wedding was there. 

When I looked up, I saw an envelope with my name on the front on one of the tables that flanked the large sofa Cheyenne loved so much. I took up the envelope and slipped out a single piece white paper. I recognized Cheyenne's handwriting and thought out loud.

"Finally," I thought to myself. "Now I'll finally know where Cheyenne is." I felt the blood drain from my face when I read the note. I clutched the note in my fist.

"Fuck me." I raced up into the bedroom and into the closet and grabbed a sweater and jerked it on. I raced to the front door and grabbed my car keys and ran all the way down the stairs into the underground parking garage. 

I cursed myself for living in New York and wanting to drive anywhere on a Saturday afternoon. While I was driving, I called my best friend and swore while I waited for Brent to answer the phone.

"Brent Hawke," he finally answered the phone.

"Hawke, its Colt. I need your help pronto. Are you at the office or at home?"

"I'm at the office. Colt what's going on?"

"Look I need you to phone Ryan Gallagher and get him to come to the office. I'll be there within the next fifteen minutes. Don't waste anytime on this. Get our best people out there too. It's top priority." I ended the call before Hawke could ask any more questions.

When I stepped out of the elevator, Hawke was waiting for me.

"What's going on, Colt? Talk to me man. You look like you're about to kill someone." Hawke grabbed my arm and pulled me into the conference room. 

The room was filled with CH Logistics' best people. I walked to the computer and switched it on. I scanned the note from Cheyenne into the computer and went to work. When I finished, I turned to the room and said, "Guys, thanks for coming in on a Saturday. I got a note from Cheyenne I'd like all of you to take a look at. Sami, I want you to dust for fingerprints. Just be careful. Both Cheyenne and I have touched it."

"Colt, I know this is your wife but why is a note from her so important?"

"You'll see." I turned and used the remote to switch on the wall mounted TV. 

"This is the original note." Hawke quickly skimmed the note and let out a sigh of anxiety. 

"Colt. Don't do this man."

"No, Hawke. Look closer." jordan,

you have been so Kind to me and for that I'll always be grateful. Don't try to fiNd me. All the Pain i'll cause you will make you see. Please just do as I say. I want a divorcE. I neeD for you to get a divorce. as soon as possiBle. mY lawyer is chloe. she will give you all the details. My whole life I wANted some one to love and I don't think that can happen Between you and me. pLease fOrgive me. I kNow it's harD for you to undErstand but it's what I want. I know it's hard for you to read this but I know now that you and me wilL never work. I will send someone to GatHer all my sTuff from the apartment. I alSo Know that you wIll fiNd someone thAt will caRe for you and MakE you happy. Don't worry about me, please.

cheyenne

"If you look closely, you'll see she uses capitalization, but not in the right places. If you take the capitals out, you can see that they spell words." 

I turned to the computer and selected the capitals out of the note. One by one the letters formed words. 

KIDNAPPED. BY MAN. BLONDE. LIGHT SKIN. ARMED. 

Hawke was the one to go into action. 

"Sami, get that note down to the lab, now. Colt, is there surveillance in your building?" Hawke asked.

"God, yes." I exclaimed. "Why the hell didn't I think about it?" 

"Good," Hawke replied. "Ryan, I want your best people on this. No expense. You got me? Go." Hawke turned back to me.

"Police?"

"No, I don't want the police involved but I need to make some phone calls. Can you handle the rest?"

"Sure, buddy. It's why I'm here." I turned to leave because I knew what came next and I didn't want to hear it. Unfortunately I didn't leave quickly enough. 

"Craig," I heard Hawke's voice. "Get forensics on the apartment. Sweep it from top to bottom."

"What are we looking for?"

"Blood." 

I had just reached the outside office door when I heard the word and broke down. I had to get away. I went to my office and locked the door behind me and sat down at the desk. I calmed myself down by counting backward form a hundred. When I reached zero I picked up the phone and made the most difficult three phone calls of my life.

"What do you mean she's gone?" Adrian was shouting. 

"We need to phone the police," Chloe said flatly.

"Gone?" Was all Holly could get out.

I knew they would all be at the office within the next ten minutes and made the call to security to let them up when they got there. I also found out why Cheyenne felt such a kinship with Holly. He knew the second she said 'gone' that Cheyenne's response would've been the same. 

"God, Cheyenne, why? Where the hell are you?" I dropped my head into my hands and felt the emotion well up on me again. The office phone rang and I picked it up before the first ring could end. 

"Colt, we got something. Recon one." I heard Hawke's voice, threw down the phone and ran from the room. When I got there the door to my office was open and Cheyenne's friends were standing there. 

I walked past them at a brisk pace and said over my shoulder, "Follow me, Hawke says he's got something." 

The girls followed me without a word and stared in amazement at the room they entered. The room was filled with about fifty computers and two dozen people. All kinds of equipment were about. 

I pointed to some open seats and said quietly, "Take a seat, we'll find out what's going on." 

I turned away from them and went to sit at a computer terminal. The screen came alive under my flying fingers. Suddenly a six by four-foot wall-mounted screen came to life.

"Ok, guys, talk to me," I said as I got up from the chair.

"Right. I got the surveillance tapes from security at your building and had a look." Ryan pressed a button and suddenly the big screen came alive.

"Ryan, what am I looking at?" I asked as I stared at the screen.

"Hang on, mate. Just watch." Everyone watched the screen intensely for a few minutes and then Ryan said, "There. I believe that's your wife being carried out of the building into that car."

"Is that it?" I asked.

"No, I also got some tapes from inside the building and spliced it together to tell us how and what happened. The first few seconds is of them leaving the apartment. It looks like Cheyenne is going with them willingly but then at the elevator it all goes south." 

"Watch as Cheyenne tried to plead for them to let her go," Ryan pointed toward the screen.

"There's no sound so I can't tell what she's saying. Before you ask, we've got Courtney working on it. She's the only person on the payroll that lip-reads and she happens to be the best." Ryan pointed at the screen to focus Jordan's attention back to it.

"I think they saw the camera's in the hallway. That's why they waited until they got into the lift to knock her out, but they didn't know there's a hidden camera in the lift too." Ryan fell silent, letting us see what he'd uncovered. 

The image on the screen shifted and I could see the inside of the lift of the building. I saw four people in total, two big men, one smaller male and Cheyenne. I saw the smaller man pull a syringe from his inside coat pocket and jab it into the back on Cheyenne's neck.

"They knocked her out with a drug so they wouldn't have to explain anything to the doorman. But it's as if luck was on their side and the doorman wasn't on his post, but in the crapper. The security guard we spoke to who was supposed to be watching the monitors was keeping the doorman company. They exited the building and sped off." 

The big screen went blank. Ryan turned to me for the onslaught of questions he knew was coming. He was ready with an answer before Jordan could ask anything. 

"That's what we've got, mate. Nothing else. I'm working on this and won't stop until I have an answer. Janie is doing enemy lists, Craig is still doing analyses at the apartment and Sami is locked in her lab. We're all over this." 

Ryan turned back to the computer he was working on and didn't realize that the big screen was still on and played a piece on footage he was hoping Jordan and Cheyenne's friend wouldn't have to see. 

Cheyenne was standing just outside the front door of their apartment and the smaller male who had injected Cheyenne in the earlier footage backhanded Cheyenne so hard she fell to her knees. 

I heard the gasp behind me and when I turned I saw Hawke scoop Holly off the floor where she had fainted when she saw the guy hit her best friend. I wished I could go to her, comfort her but I was under attack with my own pain and realizations I didn't want to make. I knew I wouldn't be much help to her.

"I'll take care of her," I heard Hawke say as he walked from the room. Chloe and Adrian sat immobile.

"You guys can either stay here or go to the conference room. Whichever you prefer. It doesn't make a difference. I know you won't leave so it's pointless for me even to try and persuade you." 

I turned back to the computer but before I sat down I looked over and said, "Ryan . . ."

"Yeah mate?"

"If you ever keep anything from me again, you're fired. Got it?" 

"I got it Colt," Ryan said and went back to work along side the people he and I had trained.

***

Brent

When Holly opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was me. I knew she didn't know where she was because she refused to come here.

"We're in my office." I simply stated.

"It really happened, didn't it?" Tears ran from her eyes. 

"Ah, Holly, honey, don't cry please. It does things to my insides when you do that." I gathered her up in my arms and held her close to my chest.

"I can't help it. She's the closest thing I have to family and now I might never see her again," Holly cried even harder.

"They'll find out about us now," I smiled at her.

"I suppose they will. Oh, God, Hawke. Promise me you'll find her, please. I'll never ask you anything again. Just please find her." Holly clutched me closer to her. "Honey, you know I'll do anything to find her." 

I crushed Holly to my chest and wondered, 'Exactly when, between Jordan and Cheyenne's wedding did I become so attached to this woman.' I gently pulled her away from me and looked into her tear stained eyes.

"Holly, I have to get back to the Recon room to help. Do you want to hang out here and come by later?" I asked her.

"No, I'll come now. I want to be there. But, Hawke . . ."

"Yes, babe?" 

"Kiss me, please," Holly begged me. I couldn't say no and kissed her gently.

"No," she whispered and kissed me with force, she usually limited such passion to the bedroom. I wasn't surprised at her action, knowing she needed something to distract her. 

But I pulled away and said, "Enough, let's go. We'll continue this when Cheyenne is found." 

I took Holly by the hand, walked her back to the Recon room leaving her with her friends and then sat in the chair beside Jordan and went to work.

***

Jordan

"Colt look at this," Ryan said. "I'll be dammed."

"Put it on Big Bertha." I referred to the big screen.

"It's not a guy. It's a woman." Ryan pointed to the screen. "The smaller male is a woman. She almost had us all fooled. But it's right there." I could see the outline of the woman's breasts in the enhanced picture. A wisp of blonde hair had escaped from the hat that she wore.

"Bitch," I muttered under my breath. "Ryan, have we got anything from the car to trace?" I asked Ryan, simultaneously going back to work. 

"I have a partial on the number-plate. We're running it through the data base now, but its taking too long," Ryan answered back.

"Uhm, Jordan, maybe I can be of help here," Chloe said. 

"What do you mean?" I turned to look at her.

"Well, technically, I'm on the payroll so I get to throw my weight around just a little bit, and I can help you get the plates." She looked at me anxiously. 

"How?" I asked, beckoning her over.

"I have a photographic memory. I see something once, even for a second and I'm able to recall every detail. Some days it's a curse. Today it can save Cheyenne's life. Let me help, please." Chloe practically begged.

"What do you need?" I asked, my fingers poised over the keyboard.

"Show me the tape again, but at normal speed and only the part where you can see the plates. I need to see it as if it's happing right now." Chloe said.

"Watch the screen." I said and pointed once again to the big screen. 

"Ryan, hook us up, let's try this." 

I looked at the screen the moment it started playing. The footage only lasted a few seconds but before Chloe could make any comments the door flew open and two people rushed in. Holly looked at Chloe and knew something was up. Holly took Adrian's hand and motioned for Chloe to follow her. 

The commotion in the Recon room continued as Sami reported that there were no fingerprints on the note beside my own and Cheyenne's. Craig reported that the apartment was clear and the only blood that was found was a tiny speck on the front door, but by then everybody knew what had happened. Everybody went back to work. 

Hawke

Ten minutes later I looked up to look at Holly, needing to see her. Before my eyes could tell me that she wasn't in the room my brain already knew and my body was already up from the chair I was sitting in. 

"Where are the girls?" I asked to nobody in particular. Jordan also looked up from the terminal he was sitting at. Before he could fathom an answer the door burst open again and the girls hurried into the room.

"We found her!" Holly exclaimed and through herself in my arms. The others stared openly as Holly kissed me on the lips and I kissed her back. Holly pulled away and looked at Chloe. 

"Show them." Holly saw the look on her friends' faces and blushed when she realized what just happened.

"Yes, it's true. Don't bug me now. We've got to find Cheyenne. Tell them Chloe," Holly urged her friend.

"We found her," Chloe said simply.

Jordan

"Found who?" I asked carefully. 

"Natalie McGuire," Chloe said. 

"Natalie? What about Natalie? What does Natalie have to do with this?" I asked, confused as to why Chloe would bring up an ex-girlfriend now. Especially the one who tried to trap me into marriage?

"The woman on the video, the one that slapped your wife, the one that injected her with, who knows what, is Natalie McGuire," Chloe said.

"How do you know?" I asked still not knowing what to believe.

"Adrian has good contacts. Sometimes it pays to have an ex who works for the DMV. She's still on the phone." Chloe handed me a piece of paper from a fax machine. 

"I take it you know where she lives. I'll give you fifteen minutes to get to her then I'm sending in the police." She looked at Hawke and me. I walked to the door to get going. When I reached Chloe, I stopped and pulled her into a fierce hug.

"Thank you." I looked at her with tears in my eyes. I saw understanding dawn on her face as she realized I was head over heels in love with Cheyenne.

***

I walked from room to room in Natalie's house and realized that neither Cheyenne nor Natalie was in the house.

"Come on, buddy. Let's get back to the office and let the police handle this." Hawke tried to get me to leave with him.

"No, who's the detective in charge?" I asked.

"It's Heath Hunt," Hawke replied.

"Good, tell him we're not letting the case go and we'll do all the testing so the department won't have to pay for it and we'll actually get somewhere." I turned to leave when something caught my eye. 

"Is Craig still here?" I asked Hawke.

"Yeah," he replied.

"Get him in here. This is Cheyenne's," I said pointing to the sweater lying on the sofa. I turned and walked away, wishing I could get my hands around that bitch's throat . . . 

To be continued . . . 



Staring At The Ocean Ch. 05



Here's chapter 5! Two more to go, enjoy!

The following is a complete work of fiction. The following story contains erotic situations between consenting adults. If it is illegal for you to read this please leave now. Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is completely coincidental. Please do not copy or distribute the story without the author's permission.

Big ups to my editor Angel. Thanks for all the help (((hugs))). I must admit I added a sentence or two after I received the edited copy back.

*

Hawke

"Why can't you find her?" Holly cried. She was hiding her face in my suit jacket. 

"It's been two weeks," she mumbled.

"I don't know, love. All I know is the longer she's missing the smaller the chance of survival becomes." I said the words gently, so Holly wouldn't freak out.

"Would you stop saying that? It doesn't matter how gently you say it. I'll never give up, don't you get it?" I realized that Holly's concern had turned into anger and it was squarely directed at me.

"You sit there and say things like "chance of survival" and "statistics predict". Well, what if Cheyenne was someone you were in love with? I know for a fact that if you went missing I'd go stark raving mad. Jordan is going out of his mind with worry and I'm just so . . . " 

She broke down and started crying. I watched her as she sank to the floor onto her knees and wrapped her arms around her waist. I came to her and crouched beside her. I put my arms around her and tried to pick her up, but before I could gather her in my arms she went postal.

"Don't touch me," she screamed. "You're so thick sometimes, Brent Hawke. You think you can fix things by holding me. I'll never be fixed. This is supposed to be the happiest day of my life and I'm sitting on the floor of your office crying like a two-year-old." 

I gave up on trying to hold her and got up from the ground stalking to my desk. I slammed my fist onto the desk. I was tired of walking around on eggshells all the time.

"What do you want from me, Holly? Do you want me to tell you that everything is going to be all right? I can't do that. I lost control of the situation and I'm losing control of my temper to. You go too far." 

I was shouting the words. I was lucky it was after hours and only a handful of people remained in the offices and even more luckily none where on the floor they were on. 

"I go too far. You have no idea, just how far I can go. Let me tell you something of the last two months I had." Holly got up from the floor and stalked toward me. She faced me across the desk and I knew I was in for a fight.

"Two months ago, my best friend got married. She was more than a best friend. She was my sister. We met in a foster home. We named each other, did you know that? I gave her a name and she gave me one. Our mothers never bothered naming us. That's the first of many things we have in common." Holly suddenly turned away from me, her back rigid.

"As if it's not enough that she gets married, I meet the most wonderful man. The type of guy I wanted to be with my whole life." I got a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach when I heard the words because I knew they were about me.

"Then ten weeks after," she continued, "both her and my lives seem to be on track, but then she was kidnapped and I finally come to grips with my feelings for this guy I like. I realize that in my time of need, he's there, holding my hand and talking me through it and I realize I'm in love with the one man I don't know if I can have." Holly stood in front of the big windows that covered one wall of the office.

"I so badly want to tell her that I'm in love with this man. To share my feelings and ask her for help. How to tell him what I was feeling. But I can't because we can't find her. Then, when things can't get any worse, I remember that she's pregnant and I have new fears because I'm wondering if she'll still be pregnant when we find her. Then one morning I wake up and as I lay in bed and wonder if today is the day I'll see her again, I realize that something is wrong and I feel ill." I walked toward Holly but didn't say anything because I was afraid she'd stop talking.

"I drag my aching sore body out of bed and go to the nearest hospital because I feel like I'm going to die and the doctor tells me that I'm pregnant and for a moment, a split second I feel happy. Then I remember that she's pregnant too. I also remember the man I'm involved with and wonder what he'll say when he finds out." Holly finally fell silent and I wrapped my arms around her while still standing behind her.

"I love you too, babe," I whispered and Holly started crying then. I felt the fight go out of her and she turned in my arms and wrapped her own around my waist. I held her and kissed the top of her head. 

"Are you really pregnant?" I asked.

"Yes," she whispered. "Good, so you won't have to say no when I ask you marry me." I pulled the ring box from my trouser pocket that's been burning a whole for the last two days and gave it to a stunned Holly. 

Holly

I opened the box and inside was the most beautiful ring I'd ever seen. Deep down I knew Hawke loved me when I saw that ring. It was very similar to Cheyenne's except flanking the square cut diamond were two smaller diamonds. I suddenly looked up and saw the look on Hawke's face and mistook it for something else.

"I won't marry you just because of the baby," I said and tried to give the ring back. 

"I'm not marrying you for the sake of the baby, I wouldn't have had a ring if I hadn't planned this would I?" Hawke smiled and took the ring from the box and put it on my finger. 

"No more excuses and no more objections. We'll keep it to ourselves until we hear news about Cheyenne." Hawke held me in his arms and I knew I loved him with all my heart and wished he could make love to me.

"I won't fight you," he said, and then realized I had voiced my wish. 

He looked at me and smiled a devilish smile and I knew I was in for a good time. Hawke picked me up and walked me to his desk. He lifted me up so I sat perched on the edge. 

Hawke

My hands framed her face and my lips swooped down and took her lips in a powerful kiss. I could hardly breathe for wanting her, but I wanted to make it last. My hands dropped from her face to her thighs and under her short skirt. 

When my hands reached the edge of the panties, Holly let out a groan and moved her hand to the buttons of the light summer jacket she wore, when she had that off, her hands immediately went to her bra. Before I could blink, she was naked from the waist up and was working on the buttons of my shirt. 

When she had stripped me of my shirt her mouth left mine and she bent her head to my chest and left little nips as she hopped from the desk to unzip her skirt. Her hands went to my waist and she undid my belt and unfastened my trousers. She gave a little wiggle of her hips and her skirt pooled around her feet. Next she quickly skimmed the panties down her legs and went to work on my trousers and underwear. 

In a minute, both Holly and I were as naked as the day we were born. Then I noticed that Holly had removed the engagement ring from her finger.

"Wait. Put it back on. I want to make love to my fiancé," I whispered. 

Holly turned her back to me and reached for the ring box on the opposite side of the desk. She realized her mistake when my arms encircled and trapped her between the desk and my chest. She lifted a hand and placed it behind my head when I started kissing her neck and arched her back, her breasts jutting forward and her bottom rubbing against my erection.

I spun Holly around in my arms and picked her up beneath her arms and sat her back on the desk. I went to my knees before her and spread her legs to my gaze. I had this incredible urge to taste her. My fingertips lightly caressed her legs from ankle to thigh. I felt Holly shiver as I looked at her most intimated place. She knew what would come and knew it was pointless to object, because when it came to pleasure, I knew exactly what she wanted. 

Not one to do anything by half measure, I refused to work gently with Holly's sensitized flesh but started kissing licking and grazing my teeth over her pussy. This was no gentle feeding of warmth, but rather like tossing her straight into a raging fire. 

Holly

I didn't get a chance to get used to the sensations of Hawke loving me but was flung into oblivion before I could fully understand what was happening. Hawke disappeared from my view and when I sat up and slipped off the desk Hawke was sitting with his back against the desk looking stunned.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I don't know what happened?" I saw Hawke's dart briefly glance down at his penis. Although it was still hard and powerfully large, I could see drops of semen on his abdomen.

"You came. It's a natural occurrence," I said.

"But Holly, you never touched it, I didn't touch it. It was no where near anything. I came when you came. It's never happened before." Hawke looked humiliated.

"Wow, that's fantastic!" I couldn't keep the smile from my face.

"No, it's not. I'm like a school boy, who can't control himself." Hawke was confused.

"No, you're not." I lifted myself onto Hawke's lap and took him inside me. I settled on my knees and wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

"I think it's great that your body can respond like that to my pleasure," I whispered as I started moving my body. My sex was still clenching and unclenching for the powerful release I just had and I knew Hawke felt the inner muscles tighten around him. 

I arched her back away from him to take him more fully and Hawke bent his head to my breasts, forgetting what happened and concentrating on the new sensations my body was creating. 

He wrapped his arms around my waist and stood up with him still embedded inside me. He lifted me so he slipped from my body and turned me around. He pressed me to his chest and bent his knees and pressed himself back into my wet, warm heat from behind.

I gasped at this new position and bent my upper body over his desk so he could take me more fully. I pressed my hands onto the desk to anchor myself and I felt his hands come around my body. One hand going straight to my breasts and the other settling itself at the juncture of my thighs. 

His fingers knew exactly where to go. He pressed his fingers to the little nub he'd found I was most sensitive to. While one hand plucked and played with my nipple the other was stimulating me in a way I never thought possible. His engorged length was moving in and out of me with such force that I felt myself spinning out of control once more.

"Hawke!" I screamed as the orgasm ripped through me. 

Hawke's hand went to my hips and held on tightly as he pumped in and out of me. When I recovered somewhat, I realized that Hawke hadn't finished yet. I moved my legs slightly apart and reached down and cupped his balls in my hand. 

While my hand was softly massaging his balls, my thumb was pressed against the base part of his penis, rubbing circles for more stimulation. I heard Hawke gasp when I put my hand on him and I knew the end was coming soon. He thrust his hips almost violently searching for release. I felt Hawke's breath catch and started moving my hips in time with his. 

Suddenly Hawke pulled his erection from my body. He turned me around in his arms and lifted me to sit on the edge of the desk again. He pulled me forward and wrapped my legs high around his waist and pushed himself back into me. He started thrusting slowly and I was surprised at the control he was showing.

He looked at me then and said: "I love you." 

His eyes closed and I knew he was climaxing. I wrapped my legs more firmly around his waist and pressed my hands to the desk behind me for leverage and kept on moving my hips to be sure that he had the full experience.

I felt rather than saw Hawke lock his knees. I felt his body stiffen and his back arch. I felt his penis jerk inside me. When I felt his warmth explode into my body I jerked into a counter climax so out of the blue I didn't even know it was coming, but still I didn't, couldn't stop moving my hips.

I heard Hawke's breath catch and my eyes shot open to watch him. His breath hissed out between his teeth and I saw the vein in his neck stand out as I felt another healthy amount of cum coating me. That's when his legs gave out and he pulled me to the floor with him. We breathed like racehorses and grinned at each other like idiots.

***

Jordan

I didn't know what to do or who to call. It had been two weeks since Cheyenne had disappeared and every clue I found lead to a dead end. I walked from my office down the hall and into the Recon room they've been using for Cheyenne's case ever since she disappeared. 

I walked past Douglas, a new technician I hired three days ago. Everyone was working and no one even noticed me walking through the room. I stared hard at the picture of Cheyenne willing her to tell me where she was. I didn't notice the buzz in the room. I didn't notice that people were running around me firing questions at each other.

"Did you see that?" I heard Ryan Gallagher ask. 

"Yeah," replied Douglas.

"Uhm, boss, you better take a look at this," Ryan called over to Hawke. Hawke looked at what Ryan showed him.

'Janie.' Hawke looked over his shoulder and looked at the woman he was speaking to. She was concentrating so hard on what she was doing she didn't hear him. 

"Janie!" Hawke bellowed. "Get Jordan." When I heard my name, I came out of my trance.

"No need, I'm right here." I walked over to where Hawke was standing. I looked at the computer screen and felt the blood drain from my face.

"Ryan, tell me you're not shitting me and I'm not seeing things." I didn't even take my eyes off the screen as I asked the question.

"No mate, that's real. That's the same car. I checked number-plates. A call has been made we should know within the next five minutes." Ryan smiled for the first time in two weeks.

"Who took the call?"

"Hunt, himself." Ryan picked up the nearest phone and dialed the detective's personal mobile number. The phone was answered on the first ring.

"Colt, is that you." Ryan toggled the speakerphone switch and the office went quiet.

"Yeah, what have you got?"

"Positive ID. Don't worry my friend I'll bring her to you."

"No, don't bring her. Take her to the hospital. Hunt, she's pregnant, I need you to be careful."

"I'm all over this. Just don't do anything stupid." Hunt ended the call and Ryan terminated the call on their side. I turned and walked to the door.

"I'll be in my office." 

I walked out of the room and down the corridor. When I got to the office I called Chloe, Adrian and Holly to let them know what was going on. I called Dr. Simms to tell her to get to the hospital and let them know they should be expecting Cheyenne. 

Five minutes later my office door burst open and Hawke shouted, "They've got her Colt. I took the call myself. She's en route to University Hospital. I need to go wrap things up then I'll come over to the hospital." 

As quickly as Hawke came, he left. I sank down into the chair, stunned that a neighbor ID'd Cheyenne from the news. I cursed him for not broadcasting her picture sooner. When my office door opened I had my hand inside the drawer, getting car keys, wallet and my cell phone. I looked up and saw Natalie McGuire standing just inside the closed office door with a gun aimed at my head.

"How the hell did you get into the building?" I asked softly, rage filling my voice. I know I was supposed to be scared, but I wanted to rip this bitch apart for what she put me through. For what she put Cheyenne through.

"Why didn't you do as I told you? Why didn't you just forget about that bitch? I would've let her go as soon as you got a divorce. You should have done what the note said. Now I have to kill you because if I can't have you, she sure as hell can't." 

The next few seconds happened in slow motion. I saw her eyes narrow and her arms stiffen. I took up the pistol I kept in my drawer and two shots fired simultaneously. Seconds later the office door burst open and Hawke was standing there with a gun at the ready.

He saw the woman lying on the floor and looked over at me.

"What the fuck happened. Are you OK?" Hawke kept the pistol and one eye trained on the woman and one on me. He walked over and kicked the revolver away from the woman.

"Yeah, thank God she's not a very good shot." I picked up the handset and made the call to the police.

"What happened?" Hawke asked after I put the phone down.

"I never should've dated her. I knew since our first date that she was going to be trouble. But you know me, always up for a challenge." I turned sad eyes toward Hawke.

"My stubbornness almost cost me the only woman I ever really loved. How could I have ever been so stupid?" I sank back into the chair I was sitting in previously. Hawke walked over to me and laid a compassionate hand on my shoulder.

"Colt, mate. Don't do this to yourself. Cheyenne is safe, this woman is dead and al in the world is right once more. Get up mate and go to the hospital and go see that beautiful wife of yours, she must be sick with wanting to see you." 

Hawke's words had the desired effect on my tired body. Suddenly I was in husband mode and grabbed keys and was off, leaving Hawke to deal with the police and the dead woman lying in my office. I knew I'd pick up shit for leaving the scene, but fuck it. I just got my wife back.

To be continued . . .  



Staring At The Ocean Ch. 06



Hi everyone. This is the penultimate episode in the story! Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think!

The following is a complete work of fiction. The following story contains erotic situations between consenting adults. If it is illegal for you to read this please leave now. Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is completely coincidental. Please do not copy or distribute the story without the author's permission.

Big ups to my editor Angel. Thanks for all the help (((hugs))). I must admit I added a sentence or two after I received the edited copy back.

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Cheyenne

I looked up from the hospital bed at the man standing in the door of my private room. A sob escaped my lips. 

"Jordan," was all I could get out. 

Jordan walked toward me, scooped me up in his arms and held me close to his chest. He squeezed me so hard I could hardly breathe but I wouldn't have it any other way.

"Dear God, Cheyenne. I was out of my mind with worry. Are you OK?" He held me away from his body to look at me. A wobbly smile settled on my lips.

"I'm good. I'm great, now that you're here." Then suddenly I was angry.

"What took you so long?"

"I'll tell you one day, soon, but not now. Now, I just want to hold you and take you home if I can." Jordan held me close again.

"I think that's the best thing you can do for her right now," came a voice from the door. Jordan looked over his shoulder and saw Dr. McCarthy standing by the foot of the bed. She looked at us and smiled.

"Cheyenne is fine, Jordan. So is your baby. Take them both home. Cheyenne I want you to get plenty of rest. Come back in two weeks time so I can look you over to see if you're clear to go back to work." Dr. McCarthy handed Jordan my release forms.

"Remember, take things easy. No stress and plenty of rest." She left and Jordan and I looked at one other.

"Let's go home," was all he said.

When we got home, Jordan immediately put me to bed. I didn't want to go to sleep. I wanted Jordan to hold me and tell me nothing will ever take me from him again. I wanted him to tell me he loves me. I wanted to feel his skin next to mine.

Jordan seemed to read my mind. I knew he was on his way out the door but suddenly he turned around and walked back to the bed. He looked at me with sadness in his eyes.

"Maybe this is not the perfect time, but I love you." Jordan sat down on the edge of the bed and I flew into his arms.

"Oh God Jordan. I love you too, so very much. I'm so sorry," I whispered into his neck. Jordan pulled slightly away from my words.

"Why are you sorry? It's not you that did anything wrong."

"That's just it. I invited her into our house, our home. I put my life and our baby's life in her hands. I never . . ." I finally broke down and cried for the first time since I was taken.

Jordan just held me. My rock. My big strong husband that never blamed me for anything. I cried every single tear I wanted to since Natalie took me.

I heard Jordan's voice through my heartache and anguish. I heard him through my tears.

"Do you want to talk about it?" His words calmed to the point where I didn't need tears anymore. I needed understanding and I needed to get rid of the poison running through my veins.

"I woke up from knocking on the front door. At first I didn't know it was knocking, because no one knocks. I couldn't understand why they didn't ring the bell. I got out of bed and walked to the door. I didn't even think to wake you. I thought maybe it was one of the girls." I took a deep breath and continued.

"When I opened the door, I was taken by surprise. I had a gun pointing at me. I didn't know why. All I do remember is how completely and utterly terrified I was. I opened my mouth to call for you and suddenly there he was. In my face, this big guy was holding a gun on me. The smaller guy handed me paper and a pen and told me to start writing. Even quoting so I couldn't tell you how I felt or that I needed your help." 

I suddenly couldn't stand being so far away from Jordan and reached out to him. Jordan bodily picked me up and held me in his lap against his chest.

"I wrote that note on auto pilot. I didn't even know I used the capitals in the wrong place until I finished it. I guess my training paid off after all." I snuggled my nose into Jordan's chest.

"When I finished writing he, I mean she, fuck, wait. Let me explain this first. I thought the smaller guy, Natalie, was a guy. I only found out the next day that she really was a woman. Anyway, Natalie grabbed my arm and dragged me toward the door. That's when she hit me. It all kicked in then. That she was taking me God knows where." A shiver ran down my spine thinking of those few moments while I was being taken out the building.

"I started begging and pleading for her to let me go, but she actually laughed at me. I considered telling her about the baby, so she would let me go, but I knew that it would give her an advantage over me. I never saw it coming. The drug, I mean. She just plunged it into my neck and after that I don't really remember much." I started crying again. Jordan rubbed soothing circles on my back.

"It's OK baby. It's OK. You're fine now. I've got you." I heard the emotion in Jordan's voice and I knew this was hard for him to hear, but I pressed on.

"When I came to, I was in this apartment I've never seen before. Everything hurt. I was out of my mind with worry for the baby. I didn't care about myself at that moment. I went to the door and started banging away, screaming at the top of my lungs to be let out. Within about three seconds the door was flung open and there she was." I took another breath.

"Jordan, I had never seen so much hatred in one person. She was crazy. She said I stole you from her. She said I was going to pay for telling lies about her. It was then that I recognized her. I knew it was Natalie and that she blamed me for you guys breaking up. I tried to reason with her. I tried to tell her that I didn't even know you when you were together, but she wouldn't listen. She called to the big guy again. I don't even know what his name is. He came into the room with a syringe again and after a struggle managed to inject me again. 

The effects were instant. Everything went dark, but I kept hearing her voice. It was like a prayer to her. She kept repeating it over and over. Every time they came to inject me she repeated it over and over. "He's mine, Jordan's mine. You'll never have him again." I clung to Jordan, never wanting to let him go.

"I don't know when it happened and I'm ashamed to say it, but as time went by I started believing her. You never came for me. I thought I'd lost you." 

That's when I broke down. I cried and I felt like my insides where being ripped out. I felt Jordan's body shake and I realized he was crying to. We just held each other until finally there were no more tears left in either of us.

"I don't remember anything else. My first coherent thought after that day was when Heath Hunt found me. I then only knew that I was going to be OK. When Dr. Simms told me both the baby and I was going to be fine I almost died of happiness. I don't think I would have been able to live with myself if I'd lost the baby."

"Don't Cheyenne. Don't do this to yourself. You're here and you're safe and you and the baby are both fine. Let's not worry about anything else OK. Natalie will never hurt you again." Jordan said the words with such conviction that I really wanted to believe him but I knew that Detective Hunt never found Natalie.

"How do you know, Jordan?"

"She's dead, baby. She came after me at the office and I shot her," Jordan whispered. I never thought I'd be happy at anyone's death, but I was ecstatic.

"Thank you, Jordan."

"I can't say it was a pleasure baby, but I know exactly what you mean."

***

A week later . . . 

The girls and I were sitting in our favorite coffee shop. Adrian and Chloe were having coffee and Holly and I were having tea. Everyone was quiet for a while, as I told my story.

After I finished everyone stayed quiet with their own thoughts. Holly was the first one to break the silence.

"Guys, I have a little story of my own to tell," she began quietly.

"I . . . I . . . " Holly stumbled over her words. I leaned over and placed a hand on Holly's wrist.

"Holly honey, it's OK, you can tell us anything." 

"Well, the thing is, I'm pregnant too." I saw Holly look down at her lap like she couldn't quite look us in the eye. Everyone was silent around the little table.

"I'm about twelve weeks, same as you Cheyenne. So I guess we'll be giving birth together." Holly let a little smile play around her lips. "Honey, who's the father? Can you tell us?" Chloe asked.

"My new boss," Holly said softly. Chloe gasped at Holly's answer. Adrian and I looked at Chloe. 

"Do you know something?" We asked the question at the same time. I then turned to Holly.

"Holly, you and I share a lifetime of secrets. We have never kept anything from one another and to tell you the truth I'm a bit pissed-off that you would keep something so extraordinarily life changing from me." 

I looked at Holly. I knew the expression on my face was harsh but she was my best friend and I couldn't believe she would keep something so big from me.

"OK, you're right, you deserve the truth. First of all let me just say I kept this from you because it kind of happened at your wedding. I didn't want to say anything at the time because I didn't know where it was going to lead. But, please, know this, I'm in love with him and he's in love with me and all though the pregnancy wasn't planned we couldn't be happier about it." 

Holly fell silent again and lifted her right hand from her lap and placed it on the table. Again it was Chloe who reacted.

"Would you stop doing that?" Adrian said. "You obviously know something and I for one would like to know what the hell is going on here." Adrian and I looked at Holly.

"The reason Chloe knows something is because she knows that five days ago I took a new position. She also knows who my new boss is because she wrote the contract," Holly said.

"Wait a minute. Chloe works for CH Logistics and she's not allowed to do private contracts." I looked at Chloe.

"Cheyenne, I work for CH Logistics to, that's why Chloe did the contract. Brent Hawke is my new boss." 

Holly looked at me warily, waiting and expecting me to realize the implication of that tidbit of information. The expression on my face changed. Suddenly I couldn't stop the laughter.

"You silly bitch. Why the hell would you keep that from me? Brent Hawke is the only man, other than Jordan that I would trust my life with." I leaned over and gathered Holly in as close as an embrace our sitting positions would allow.

"You silly cow, you should have told us, anyway, now that is out of the way, when is the big day?" Adrian asked immediately switching from concerned to excited.

"Well, Adrian since you asked and we all know what a good job you did with Cheyenne's wedding I was wondering if you'll do mine?" Holly asked with a smile. 

"Sure I'm up for another challenge. When?" Adrian asked.

"Next weekend," Holly said softly.

"Good Lord. Can't you guys do things normally and wait a few months?" We all started laughing at this and the day ended quite differently from how it started.

When we left the coffee shop, I decided not to go home. Instead I went to the office to surprise my husband. Holly came with me and we said our good-byes at the elevator. I opened the office door quietly so I could surprise him. 

"Hi, babe," Jordan said without looking up.

"How do you do that?" I walked over to his desk and sat down on the edge.

"I can smell you're perfume when you step out of the elevator." 

Jordan sat back in his office chair and pulled me closer, sliding my ass along his desk. I sat before him and he rested his arms on either side of my hips. 

"Do you know?" I asked him.

"Yeah, Hawke told me this morning. How do you feel about that?"

"I think it's fantastic. You know she's having a baby? We're due on the same day. What do you think are the odds of that?"

"Slim to none. I suspect you guys won't deliver on the same day." Jordan bent his head forward and rested his forehead on my belly. 

"Hi, baby. It's your daddy. How are you today?" Jordan kept his ear close to my stomach, hearing the faint heartbeat of the baby. "You know, it's kind of cute that you talk to him every day. Or her. I think the baby is going to be a genius by the time it arrives," I smiled. 

Jordan let his hands drop to my ankles and ran his hands up my legs. I let my head fall back, reveling in the attention he paid my body. Jordan stood up and lowered me gently onto his desk. He leaned over and kissed at my cleavage. He then sat back down in his chair and put his hands on my legs again. He trailed his hands to my panties and hooked his fingers in them. 

He started pulling on them and I lifted my hips off the table so he could get them off all the way. My panties and slip-on sandals hit the floor at the same time. Jordan gently pressed my legs apart and lifted my skirt to my waist. He bent his head and kissed my inner thigh.

"Is this OK?" he asked softly. Always the diplomat.

"Better," I replied. 

Jordan put his head to my heat and gently started licking. His fingers gently opened me to his ministrations. He kissed and licked until he could feel me responding. He looked up, keeping his mouth on me. 

I couldn't help my hands gently massaging my breasts. I felt Jordan gently insert a finger into my passage and worked it in and out. I felt my body responding with wetness. He slipped his finger out and I moaned with the loss of sensation then gasped when it returned with another finger. His mouth kept working on my clit. 

I could feel my body squeeze his fingers and knew I was reaching my peak. I still found it strange that my body responded to him so quickly. 

Jordan rotated his hand and pressed his thumb to the spongy flesh below my opening. My back arched off the table and I moaned as a climax overtook me. When my breathing had calmed, I sat up and gave him a satisfied smile.

"I take it you enjoyed that?" I asked with a little smile around my lips.

"Immensely," Jordan smiled back.

"Well, then you should enjoy this even more." I smiled as I slipped off the desk and underneath the desk into the leg space. I unbuckled his belt and opened his trousers. Not surprisingly, Jordan was already hard. 

I took him in hand and gently worked my hand up and down his hard shaft. I let go and moved deeper under the table. I grabbed Jordan's chair and pulled him closer. When he was angled at the right spot, I gently licked at his balls. Jordan almost jumped from the chair.

I wrapped my hand around Jordan's cock and took the tip in my mouth. I sucked and flicked my tongue on his slit. I heard his moan and replied with one of my own, sending its vibration to his dick. Jordan let out a little growl. Damn, if it didn't make me wish for another orgasm. The noise Jordan made when we were having sex was for the lack of a better word, hot. I let my lips slide over him and took him half way in my mouth, I sucked gently and then I heard the distinct opening of a door.

"Hey mate." I heard Hawke's voice.

"Hi." I heard Jordan's voice was a little high and I almost giggled.

"Listen man, I wanted to ask you seeing as I was best man at your wedding, you'll be best man at mine. The wedding is on Saturday. What do you say? Will you do it?" 

Jordan tried to get me to let go of his dick but I wouldn't and couldn't give up a very dangerous and exciting position. To show him that I wasn't about to give up my position I swallowed his entire length. I heard Jordan's little yelp of surprise.

"Colt, are you OK?" Hawke asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. And yeah, I'll be your best man." I heard the strain in Jordan's voice.

"Thanks, I appreciate it. Listen, Holly is waiting for me. I'll speak to you later." 

I heard the door close so I knew Jordan would retaliate in some way. I went to work so he'd be too distracted to do anything. I worked my lips up and down his shaft. My hand held onto the base of his cock and I squeezed as I sucked. 

"Cheyenne, if you don't stop, I'm going to . . . " 

But the words were too late. Jordan's body stiffened and his penis jerked. He filled my mouth with an obscene amount of fluid. I finally let go of his penis and kissed the tip before helping him back into his trousers. I pushed the chair back so I could get up. I shot him a smile, picked up and put on my panties and shoes. I was at the door before Jordan could fully recover.

"I'll see you at home." I closed the door behind me and smiled all the way home.

***

Hawke and Jordan sat at the head table on Hawke and Holly's wedding day. Us girls were huddled in a little group a few feet away whispering. 

"Tell me you're kidding?" Holly asked me.

"No, I'm not. I swear its God's honest truth. I was underneath the desk and Hawke just walked in while I was giving him a blowjob," I burst out in giggles.

"You didn't even stop while he was in the office?" Adrian asked.

"No, I don't know what the hell came over me. I felt so alive. It's like I turned into a nymphomaniac right then and there." We burst out laughing.

"Jesus, Cheyenne. Have you no shame?" Chloe tried to sound stern but the tears of laughter running down her face spoiled it.

"Abso-fucking-lutely not!" Was my reply. I looked over at Jordan.

"I couldn't resist. He'd gotten me off while I was spread-eagled on his desk. It's just fair that I returned the favor."

"Holy fuck, Cheyenne. Tell me your kidding," Holly said.

"Come on Holly. Don't even try to tell me you and Hawke never did it in his office." Holly blushed at that.

"You fucking hypocrite," Adrian howled and we all laughed. I looked over at Jordan and Hawke and saw Hawke and Holly communicating.

"Want to go?" he mouthed. 

Holly nodded her head. Holly looked at us and said: "Even though I'd love to stay it's time for me to go." We looked at her and suddenly silence reigned over our little group. 

"Well, I guess you're next Adrian," Holly said.

"Yeah, I am. Three months time," Adrian said nonchalantly. 

"What?" All of us cried.

"Ryan and I are getting married," she said simply. 

"Now, Holly better go before the three of us start sobbing and begging her not to." Adrian got up and gave Holly a hug.

"I love you, jelly bean," Adrian said.

"I love you too." Holly let go of Adrian and took Chloe in her arms.

"I'll be back in two weeks." She let go of Chloe and turned to me. I saw her looking at me and I smiled a watery smile. We rushed into each other's arms and held on like we wouldn't let go.

"I love you so much. Take care of yourself and of the baby." I hugged Holly a little harder.

"You're one to talk. Our babies will be friends forever. Just like we are." I finally let go of her and stepped away. 

I found Jordan behind me and turned and wrapped an arm around his waist. Jordan rested his hand on the small of my back. 

"Take care of yourself Holly." 

Jordan kissed her lightly on the cheek. Good-byes were called as the couple walked out of the hotel. Jordan turned to me and asked: "Let me take you home?"

"Please."

To be continued . . .  



Staring At The Ocean Ch. 07



Hi everyone! This is the last chapter of this story. I hope you enjoyed it!

The following is a complete work of fiction. The following story contains erotic situations between consenting adults. If it is illegal for you to read this please leave now. Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is completely coincidental. Please do not copy or distribute the story without the author's permission.

To Angel, my editor, who fixed more mistakes that humanly possible, you're a star! Thanks a lot. I hope everyone got what they wanted from my story and I'll be looking forward to hearing your comments . . . I hope you enjoy the other to, as I'm already busy with my next story!

See ya'll!

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Cheyenne

"Cheyenne?" Jordan looked at me.

"What is it baby? What's wrong?" He came over to me and knelt in front of the chair where I sat down. I was breathing heavily and I looked at Jordan.

"I need to go to the bathroom, but I don't think I can walk. Help me, please." Jordan picked me up from the chair and carried me to the bathroom. When we got there, I could once again breathe normally.

"Can you go to my office and get the baby bag and a change of clothes from the closet?" By the time Jordan got back I was standing up and undressed and was standing proudly naked with my huge belly protruding from my body. Jordan looked at me and sighed.

"Braxton-Hicks again?" he asked.

"No, it's the real thing. My water broke. That's why I need a change of clothes. Then you're going to drive me to the hospital. Like a normal person," I added so he would understand he wasn't allowed to drive more than 40mph. 

"OK, I'll drive like a normal person." 

When I'd finished dressing, I smiled and said, "Let's go."

Jordan kept his hand on my back more for his comfort than mine, I knew. But I needed its warmth, I needed his comfort, I needed his strength. When we got to the elevator Jordan pressed the call button and while we waited, Hawke and Holly came out of his office. I took one look at Holly and started laughing. 

"These kids have fantastic timing," Holly laughed just as loudly. 

"What's going on here?" Jordan and Hawke looked confused. 

"Make the call guys. Both of you are about to become parents." Holly and I were laughing all the way down to the garage. 

***

Holly and I lay side by side in a semi-private hospital room. We were chatting about this and that when a tiny wail went up followed closely by a second, a third and a fourth. 

"Can you believe that both of us had twins?" Holly asked. 

"Jordan is still angry because I kept it from him,' I said.

"So is Hawke. You'd think it was a bad surprise," Holly laughed. 

Jordan and Hawke walked into the room at that moment and smiled at their children. They each picked up a baby and a bottle. All four of us were holding and feeding a baby. Two sets of fraternal twins. Two boys and two girls. One of each for each set of parents.

"Have you guys decided yet?" Jordan asked.

"Yeah, seeing that we were excluded from the decision making process. We're dying to hear what you've decided," Hawke said with a very expectant look on his face.

"Well," I began looking at Jordan. 

"Ours will be Hannah and Hunter."

"And ours will be Belle and Blake," Holly followed. Officially naming their babies. They took the decision from Jordan and Hawke because they were coming up with the weirdest names. So Holly and I did with our children what we did for each other when we were nine years old.

"I like it," Jordan grinned at me.

"I like ours to," Hawke smiled. ***

Five years later . . . 

"Come on guys. Come get some cake," Holly called. The birthday kids came running first as they were the oldest and their legs were stronger. Hannah, Hunter, Blake and Belle's little faces were just visible above the tabletop. Holly felt a tug on her trouser leg.

"Mama, cake." Holly's three-year-old daughter was smiling up at her. Holly bent and picked Sasha up. 

"Sure honey cakes." 

I was standing in the doorway holding my three-month-old son, David, staring at the pandemonium of kids wanting cake. The fourth addition to our family, my middle child, Charlotte, was sitting in the lounge watching Sponge Bob Square Pants, not that the two-year-old understood anything. Holly beat me with Sasha but I beat her again with David. Holly found out three days ago that she was pregnant again. It's a good thing that both Holly and I wanted big families with the rate we were producing kids. 

Jordan and I had four: Hannah, Hunter, Charlotte and David.

Holly and Hawke had three: Blake, Belle, Sasha and the fourth on the way

Chloe and Robert had two: Cristopher and Cristian. 

Adrian and Ryan surprised everyone with the rate they produced children. They have four. Victoria, Brandon, Alicia and Joshua. Her fifth child was on the way.

I looked over the eleven children standing around the table were all the party goodies were stacked. Adrian's youngest were sleeping in the nursery. I couldn't help but feel a proud sense of belonging and happiness for these people.

Jordan came into the room and saw me staring at the kids. He came to stand behind me and wrapped his arms around David and me. 

"When are you going to tell her?" he whispered in my ear.

"After the kids go to sleep. It was a great idea buying this house, you know?"

"Yeah, but it's getting too small. I'm getting builders in after we leave to add some more rooms, enlarging the kitchen and dining room and the living area," Jordan said softly.

"That's a good idea. Have you spoken to the others about it?" I asked.

"Yeah, they're all for it." Jordan hugged me close one more time and went back outside to the guys. 

Three hours later, with the kids finally down and the parents sitting on the sundeck with cocktails for Chloe and me, lemonade for Adrian and Holly and beers all round for the guys. "It's been a good day," Holly commented. Jordan caught my eye and gave me an encouraging look. Having already explained the situation to Hawke, Jordan was ready to tell the rest of the group as soon as Holly and I left.

"Holly, you want to go for a walk with me?"

"Sure." I got up and held Holly's hand as she got up from the chair. I walked Holly away from the group toward the beach.

"Holly, there's something I need to tell you. I took you away from the others because I wanted to tell you myself and I didn't want you to hear it in front of everyone." I stopped and turned to Holly who had turned silent.

"I had Jordan look into my past as a medical precaution for our kids." I looked away from Holly and stared out at the ocean.

"Cheyenne, honey, tell me please, you're scaring me. Is something wrong?" I looked back at Holly and tears were running down my face.

"Holly, I found out who my parents are. But the thing is, I'm not the only child one of my parents had." I wiped at my tears and stared at Holly.

"Two years before I was born, my father had an affair with a young girl. Her name was Kelly Harrison. From the affair they had a child. A baby girl." I started crying again and turned away again. Holly took me by the shoulder and turned me toward her.

"What are you saying? Cheyenne can you just spit it out." I could see Holly was getting more apprehensive by the minute.

"Holly, you're my sister. Your mother gave you up because my dad wouldn't leave my mother. My dad died three months before my birth in a shoot out with the police after robbing a convenience store. My mom died in childbirth. Holly, I'm so sorry." The words poured from me and I saw the look of horror on Holly's face. I turned and fled back to the house. When I reached the back patio, Jordan was waiting for me. I flung myself into his arms and held on for dear life. 

"She hates me," I sobbed into his chest. Jordan held me tightly to his chest, his eyes squeezed tightly, I felt his heart beating wildly in his chest.

"Oh God Jordan, she hates me," I said again.

"No, I don't you silly bitch," Holly suddenly said behind me. "How can I hate you? This is the best news I've ever heard. Can you imagine? Finally a sister, a real sister," Holly started crying and looked at me. 

"You have been my sister for twenty years. Now our blood finally links us in the same way our hearts have been. I couldn't have asked for a better person to be my family. You, Jordan, Hawke and our kids, that's our family." 

Holly flew into my arms and held on like she was never going to let go. The two of us sobbed on each other's shoulders.

"We're family now, all of us." We looked up when we heard Hawke speak behind us. Hawke walked over and hugged me.

"Welcome to the family," he smiled. Jordan walked over and wrapped his arms around me from behind. Hawke held Holly in a similar fashion. We stared at one another and together turned toward the ocean.

"Family," I said with a little smile on my lips. 

"It's a good thing, family."

"It's a great thing," Jordan replied.

I smiled over my shoulder at my husband and turned in his arms. 

"Yes it is and you know what, it's the best thing that's ever happened to me." 

***

Four entirely different people stood staring at the ocean, but their hearts beat as one family.

The End . . .