Chapter Fourteen #2
IT HAD BEEN A WEEK since the incident occurred at the club.
Cheyenne’s stomach roiled as she climbed out of her car Sunday and locked the door before putting her keys in her bag.
Finally, Quinn was returning home. He’d been gone for two weeks on loan to the Forest Service, and Cheyenne knew it had been stressful for both of them.
She was a nervous wreck with the wedding and the ultimate move.
One of the things she didn’t need right now included a fiancé who not only had Dom qualities but also was a full-fledged, freaking dominant.
More than that, she was worried that Quinlan was an irritated, freaking dominant.
The word fuck flowed unbidden through her mind, and she instantly looked for him.
She had been with Quinlan O’Connor for so long now she wouldn’t even say the word mentally without making a furtive look around.
Her programmed brain had long ago substituted freaking.
Who did that? She smiled; who was she kidding?
She tingled in the most delicious way just thinking about him, his protective, loving, and yes, masterful way with her.
He was such eye candy. She grinned as she was reminded that her girlfriends still drooled over him.
Now here she was, watching for her Quinn to walk into the airport, out of security, and into her anxious arms. As Cheyenne was standing and waiting for her lover to get off the airplane, she thought back to the reason she was apprehensive about Quinlan coming home.
It seemed like every time Quinn went out of town, Cheyenne stepped waist-deep in the bogs.
This time was no different. Her diet was out of control and a hot mess in any book.
Even though it began with good intentions, it had gone awry.
She remembered that, in Jocelyn’s vernacular, she had been running amok.
She heard the flight announced and watched as he strode with relaxed confidence to the entrance that separated the secured from non-secured passengers.
Opening his arms as he crossed over the security line, she ran into them, almost breaking down into an emotional mess.
Well, she thought, an airport is one of those crying places, and allowed the tears to flow.
He looked at her with a raised eyebrow, but comforted her with gentle words and kisses.
“Shush, baby, you’re okay. I’m home until the wedding so no more separations.
He lowered his head and made love to her lips with a tangible desperation that she gave back to him in response. She felt a delicious shiver of dread when her too-observant man spoke in that deep, grumbling voice in her ear.
“Your clothes are too loose.” His lips brushed her ear, his voice taking on that tenor it did when he was concerned and getting ready to chide her.
Leading her out of the main walkway, he asked, “Were you sick?” He continued at the shake of her head, “Then the truth is all I’ll be interested in when you try to explain this much weight loss.
I haven’t been gone so long that you should be this thin.
” He slid his lips back over hers and then hovered there.
“God, I missed you. I want you to enjoy your wedding without a sore bottom, among other things, so I advise you don’t put any effort into trying to come up with anything other than the truth, piscín.
” His arm slid up to draw her into him as his hand draped around the back of her neck.
He started them moving forward. “Let’s go home, baby.”
She breathed, “Yes, sir. I love you.”
She was drawn into another quick but soul-igniting kiss.
Once again, she felt the familiar shiver of anticipation both of the punishment and the reward.
How did he make her know she was special and then naughty at the same time?
Cheyenne sighed. She would never be able to give up Quinlan O’Connor, and she was eternally thankful she didn’t have to live her life without him.
He was her addiction, and she didn’t have the power or the desire to break his hold over her.
She smiled. What a lovely addiction he was.
“So, what did you accomplish while I was away and could only dream of you? What did you do to keep yourself busy?” he soothed her as he steered them towards the baggage claim, wiping her tears as he did.
“Nothing but worked on the wedding things, I guess. I missed you so much. It might sound bad, but it was awesome with no one to worry about but myself and yet I missed you terribly. No problems at all, well except for stress and that one problem you already know about. I can’t believe you embarrassed me like that when Master Josh called you. ”
She left the door open for discussion, but Quinn merely raised an eyebrow and chuckled to show he heard her but declined to rise to the bait.
How many times had she heard that response?
She had no idea. Cheyenne watched his brows draw close, and his worried face presented as he openly looked at her body.
She had to divert his thoughts before this conversation started more trouble.
That was not something she wanted to handle right now.
“It wasn’t-isn’t funny. Anyway, I had lots to do and didn’t seem to notice you gone as much this time. And if you had left well enough alone, I would not have noticed at all.”