Chaining Cheyenne

An eBook By Reese Gabriel.

"Do the words, 'I'm retired' mean anything to you?" Reed had wondered aloud.

The question was rhetorical. Reed never doubted he would take on the job. Not even if it cost him his own life.

"You'll need to take Cheyenne into hiding," Jack Houston had told him. "Whether she likes it or not."

The emphasis being on the 'or not.'

Reed was pleased as they pulled up to the cabin. It was perfect. Secluded, on a ridge, easily defensible with only one way in off the main road. Later, once Cheyenne was settled in, he would go back and cover over their tracks. He would also lay some caches of weapons and supplies in the woods in case they had to make a retreat on foot.

On the way in his mind had been whirring, laying out various scenarios, possible attacks. All in all, it looked good here, assuming Cheyenne stayed put.

If he had to he would keep her cuffed.

That would be rough on his libido. Just the thought of the beautiful Cheyenne, furious, chained to a bed made his heart race and his blood pound. He couldn't afford to give in, though, no matter how tempting. Making love to a woman you were supposed to be protecting was an invitation to disaster.

Cheyenne had been getting increasingly agitated. When they finally reached the cabin, she let him have it.

"Is this some kind of fucking joke?" she blasted. "If you wanted to rape and kill me you could have picked some motel at least. Look at this, will you. The last thing I will ever see will probably be some stupid squirrel."

"Don't worry, they don't get many squirrels out this way," he said, bemused.

"Wow." She rolled her eyes. "Things are looking up already."

"That's right," he deadpanned. "The bears chase them off."

The blood drained from her face.

He stifled a laugh. He couldn't help it. She was so adorable, good enough to eat. "I'm kidding," he said. "Besides I have guns to shoot the bears."

Cheyenne pouted her lips. It was all he could do to sweep her into his arms for a kiss. What would she taste like? Damn good after a long ride, like a cool drink to a man in the desert.

But what about the heat, scorching fire that was sure to result in further contact, a whole lot intimate.

He imagined her, on her back, amidst the pine needles, her clothes in disarray, her eyes wide with need, her legs wider still, inviting the penetration of his impossibly hard cock. He would never make it past the second or third thrust.

Like a teenager, he would explode, filling her with his thick seed, pumped from his aching testicles, the physical proof of the lust that had been building in him since he had first laid eyes on her.

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