Diamond in the Rough (Precious Gems) (19 page)

Once Brian closed the door, the room fell silent.  It was just the two of them now.
  She wanted to say so much but could not get the words to form right in her head.  So, instead of saying something that would salvage the train wreck that had become her life, she said nothing at all.  She could not blame him for his anger but she was upset too. 

“Cheyenne, we need to talk about this,” he pushed. 

“Brian, there is nothing to talk about.  Sure, in the face of danger I am someone to play around with, but this is real life.  I am real and my life is not a game.  You cannot pull me to you only to push me away when you are through.  It hurts too much to keep dancing this dance with you.  I don’t need you and neither does our baby.”

Cheyenne stomped up the stairs and slammed her door.  In her opinion, the conversation was over.
  She had not meant to say the things that she had, but the words had poured out of her mouth without effort.  Wanting to hurt him had been her motivation but now she felt guilty.  She wanted to go to him and take her hateful words back, but she knew that she could not un ring a bell.  Her words were spoken and she would have to deal with that.

It was not long before the bedroom
door flew open and a very upset Brian Russell stood glaring at Cheyenne. 

“How dare you presume to decide if I will be there for my child or not.  Your father may have accepted that from your mother, but I will not stand for it from you.
I have pushed you away to protect you from my life,” Brian declared.  “When I almost lost you, I realized that I couldn’t live without you.  I need you in my life and you being pregnant does not change that.”

“What is there to be protected from?
  You say that your job is so dangerous but you had no problem fucking me and dumping me like I was nothing.  You are dangerous, not your job.” Cheyenne demanded naively.

“Did you not s
ee how close to death I came a few hours ago?  That can happen to me at any time and sooner or later I will not be so lucky.  If I had done what I wanted, I would have married you already and be damned if you worried or not” he screamed.  Cheyenne was shocked. 

She sat on the edge of the bed, completely in shock.  The tears started flowing and she was powerless to stop them.  The last thing she wanted was to break down right now.  As her body shook from sobs, Brian walked toward her.  Cheyenne put her hand up to signal for him to stop.  She wanted to be clear headed when talking to him and knew that if he touched her, that her
judgment would become clouded.  Brian ignored her signal and continued toward her. 

He neared the mattress and slid up beside her.  Wrapping his arms around her, he
lay back on the bed and brought her down with him.  She lay against his chest and slowly her sobs became quiet whimpers until they stopped altogether. 

“Cheyenne,” Brian whispered into her ear. “I love you.”

Cheyenne had never been one for changing her mind once it was made up.  She eyed him suspiciously as she sat up on the bed.

Without saying a
nother word, Brian sat up.  He took her face in his hands and kissed her lightly on the lips. 

“I want to kiss you like this every morning of our lives,” he whispered as he sought her mouth once more.  Cheyenne was unable to speak.  He had taken her breath away.  Brian lifted her effortlessly
in his muscular arms and gently laid her back on the bed. 

“Did you hear me?  I love you and I will love our baby.  Please believe me.”  He pleaded. 

Cheyenne wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close.  “Do you mean it?  Or, are you going to wake up some day in the future and decide that we won’t work out? “

Delicately he pushed
her further on the mattress and began to lift her dress around her waist.  His mouth targeted her soft pussy and worked feverishly to show her his love.  Licking her swelling nub sent pleasure waves through her body.  She bucked underneath his dancing tongue as he pushed the dress further up her waist.  Cheyenne alternated between running her hands through his hair and grabbing handfuls and pulling his face farther into her.  Grinding herself onto his face gave her the ultimate pleasure.  His stubble added another layer of friction to an already growing heat.  Her pussy was on fire and she needed him inside her. He rose to his feet but before he could make another move, she pressed hard against Brian’s stomach and pushed him back.  A look of surprise passed over his face.

“
You
don’t tell me what to do this time,” she said quietly as she looked him in the eye.  At the same time she reached down and grasped his hard cock through his pants.  “I tell
you
what to do,” she said as she squeezed.

Brian let out a moan half-pain and half-pleasure.  It was clear to Cheyenne t
hat she was now in control.  She moved her long legs seductively, letting him gaze at her tight ass as she passed by.  She stopped before the wall and flipped her hair back and gave him her most inviting look.  Brian’s gulp was almost audible as he stared at her dumbfounded and obediently.  Before he knew what was happening, she was on top of him pulling at the zipper on his pants.  She simply pulled his already hard cock out of the whole and sat on top of it.  She slid up and down his slippery cock, all the while never taking her eyes off of her prize.  Cheyenne knew that he was getting close to blowing his load inside of her.  That only served to make her ride him harder.  Brian clawed at the front of her dress, trying desperately to free her large tits.  Knowing exactly what he was up to she slapped his hands away. 

“You are going to have to wait until it is your turn,” she panted.

“Now, tell me how bad you want me.”  Brian moaned as she stopped riding him suddenly. 

“I said tell me now!” she reinforced. 

“I want you so bad my cock is going to explode,” he cried as he tried desperately to rock underneath her for relief. 

Reaching back and pulling his sack out of the zipper hole, she fondled and rubbed him, all the while remaining completely still on his desperate cock.  She ripped his pearl snap shirt open and threw herself forward on his chest and began sucking and licking his sensitive nipples.  “Oh god Cheyenne, please fuck me, I need you to ride my dick,” he pleaded.  Still not giving in, she sucked his taught nipple harder, flicking it with her tongue for emphasis.  Brian’s body could take no more.  He wrapped his arms tightly around her and rolled quickly putting her underneath him.  Her dress was still around her waist as he ravaged her pussy.  Pumping in and out he pounded her slick cunt until he felt her begin to tighten around him.  Pulling her top down he finally exposed her delicious tits.  Taking a nipple in his mouth, he sucked as hard as he could while pulling back.  It would pop from his mouth and snap back in place.  He repeated this several times until she started begging him. 

“Please, finish me.  I need your hot come in my pussy.  I need you, Brian.  Give
it to me, please,” she begged.  Her pleading pushed him over the edge.  He stabbed her pussy a few more times and blew the biggest load of hot, juicy come deep inside of her.  Once he pulled out, she was on her knees in front of him with the mouth open, waiting.  Brian put his wet cock in front of her face and clearly enjoyed the feeling of her cleaning him. 

Brian
pushed her back from him and looked into her eyes. He reached down and took her hand in his as he helped her onto the bed. 

“Stay on the bed until I come get you,”
he said as he kissed her on her lips.  She heard water running and bottles moving in the bathroom.  He came to the room and led her to the waiting bath he had drawn for them.  Slowly he turned her toward the mirror and began to kiss her neck. 

I love watching him love me,
she thought as he trailed his hot kisses down her back. He undressed and helped her in as they both sank into the bubble bath to wash away the day.  The candles he lit flickered on the side of the tub and sent an eerie glow casting over the water.  The flame danced on top of the wax and made her enjoy this moment even more.  She snuggled in between his legs and rested her head and back on his chest.  Brian wrapped his arms around her.  “Brian,” Cheyenne whispered,” I love you.”

“I love you too baby.”

They both sat in silence as the Jacuzzi jets pulsed around them. 

“Cheyenne,” Brian
said sleepily,” Will you make me the happiest man alive and be my wife?” 

Cheyenne
rose up and turned to look at him.  For the first time since meeting him, she was sure that he wanted a future with her.   

“Yes,
I will,” she said without hesitation.  Brian ran his hand down the valley of Cheyenne’s chest and brought his hand to rest on her flat stomach.  His lips brushed hers as he embraced her.  She held onto him like nothing else in the entire world mattered.  She was his and he was hers, forever.

Chapter Twenty

             
The next few months flew by in a blur.  Cheyenne and Brian wanted to be married as quickly as possible.  Neither had ever planned an event as large as this before but Cheyenne took it on like she was a pro.  Remembering the woman who cut her hair, Cheyenne had a brilliant idea.  Angie seemed as though she knew everyone that there was to know.  Cheyenne decided to contact her and see if she could give some advice. 

Angie stood behind her chair in her beautifully decorated salon.  She looked pleased to see Cheyenne again, although the look on her face gave away her surprise.  Cheyenne had begun to show. 

“Bless you heart, I didn’t know that you were pregnant.” The blonde exclaimed with a deep southern drawl.

“Yes.  I am.  We are both really excited and planning a wedding.
  I actually came here to see if you knew of a good party planner.”  Cheyenne explained.

“You h
ave come to the right place.  I know an amazing planner and you will also need a stylist, hint, hint!”  Angie’s laugh enveloped the entire room. 

Cheyenne was not sure why
, but she felt like she had known the woman for years.  Their easy conversation and laughter put her at ease.

“I didn’t realize that you were such an important person the last time that you were here.  I have read about you in the paper and I have to say that I am proud to know you.”  Angie said.

“It was nothing, I hardly ever think about it now.  I was only protecting my future husband and baby.  I am sure anyone would have done the same.  But, for right now, this wedding is keeping me up at night.  I would love for you to style me, and I would also like to get the number to your planner.

Angie gave her the number and both women chatted for a while longer.  Angie told Cheyenne the story of how she came to Houston.  She was originally from a small town called Buna.  At twenty five she could not wait to come to the big city of Houston to start her career.  Angie missed the closeness of her small town but visited often. 

Cheyenne booked her for the wedding and thanked her for all of her help.  As she left out she called the wedding planner and unloaded all of the stress onto the poor woman’s shoulders.  She felt free and able to concentrate on her current condition and the upcoming arrival of her baby.  She hoped that she would be a good mother but had fears deep down that Ed Crowley had been right.  With the example she had growing up, she was not sure that she would know how to be a good mom.  Trying to put the negative thoughts behind her, she drove home.

Brian was at work and she had the whole house to herself.  With so much time on her hands, she had run out of things to do that would keep her mind occupied.  After Maria’s arrest, Cheyenne had interviewed housekeepers but could not find one that felt like a good fit.  Being pregnant though had proven to make housework difficult.  She opened her address book and dialed a number. 

“Hello, this is Cheyenne Wingate.  You answered my ad regarding housekeeping duties.  Are you available to come over for an interview?”

An excited voice on the other end of the line said, “Yes, I can come now.”

Cheyenne waited on the young lady to arrive.  She was anxious about allowing someone into her home after he last experience but she also knew that she needed help.  Many women described pregnancy as a wonderful time in their lives.  For Cheyenne, nausea had been the norm up until this point.  It was not pleasant yet, but she hoped that when the morning sickness passed, things would get better. 

She had drifted off to sleep when the doorbell startled her awake.  A young woman of about twenty five stood at the door, clearly nervous and overdressed.

“Hello, I am Cheyenne.”

“Nice to meet you Miss Cheyenne, I am Margarite.  I am here about the housekeeping position.”  The young women said as she extended her hand to shake Cheyenne’s.

Cheyenne held the door open and invited the young women in.  As they sat in the living room, Cheyenne studied the girl.  She was impressed with the way she carried herself and thought that she seemed genuine and well spoken.  But, she learned a long time ago that she needed to read between the lines. 

After three hours of interrogation, Cheyenne decided that she like Margarite and offered her the job.  She knew that Brian would support whatever decision that she made so she felt no need to run it passed him first.