Diamond in the Rough (Precious Gems) (7 page)

“Why is he doing that?” she asked nervously. 

“Well, in case you have forgotten I was shot at today.” Cheyenne replied sarcastically.  As she
folded the last of the dishrags from the dryer she added, “The chief initially thought that it would be a good idea even before I was shot.  Brian didn’t agree at first.  Then, after I told him about the encounter with Jason, the viewing of my father’s will, and someone trying to shoot me, he decided that it would be better to be safe than sorry.”

“What
was it about the will that made him think that you needed protection though?” she demanded as her voice raised an octave.

 
Cheyenne realized that Maria was getting agitated.  Not being able to help herself she pushed further, knowing that it would only increase Maria’s agitation.

  “He said something about missing m
oney but I didn’t understand what he was talking about.  I’m at a disadvantage because I don’t know anything about anyone,” she said innocently.  Cheyenne was well aware of what she was doing.  Maria had been so negative and confrontational all day that Cheyenne thought it may be fun to give her a taste of her own medicine.

“Well, I don’t know anything about all of that but I’m sure that it will be nice to have him here,” she said quickly as she walked to her room. 

Cheyenne checked on the guards who had been posted at the front door all evening.  “Would you guys like a cup of coffee or something?” Cheyenne asked politely.  They declined and she took that as her opportunity to go to bed.

Chapter Six

             
Cheyenne was awakened by the doorbell ringing.  She ran down the stairs and threw the front door open, squinting against the morning sun. 

“Cheyenne, I told you I would be here this m
orning,” Brian said with a smile on his face.  He looked down and drank in the view.  Cheyenne stood in front of him in one of the sexiest nightgowns she owned
. 

If I kn
ow what is good for me, this will be the last time he sees me in this outfit,
she thought to herself.  The lace cradled her breast in such a way that one would almost think they could see a nipple.  It flowed down her body and came to rest right below her full cheeks.  Brian’s eyes devoured her.

  She began to blush,
“I’m sorry.  I didn’t have time to get dressed before I answered the door.”

Brian heard a commotion in the kitchen and along with Cheyenne, raced to find out what was happening.  Once in the kitchen, both saw Maria frantically
digging through the cabinets.  Medication and spices were flying around as the older woman searched for something. 

“Maria, what’s
gotten into you,” Cheyenne demanded, trying to cover herself in vain.

“My medication is missing.  It was here yesterday and now it’s gone.
I know it was Jason.  I know it,” she exclaimed sounding like a women in the full throws of a conniption fit.  Turning on her heels Maria tried to dart from the kitchen but Brian caught her by the arm and spun her around. 

“What type of medication
is missing Maria?” he demanded.

“Xanax!” she screamed as she ran from the home to her car. 

              “What has gotten into her?” he asked. 

“It’s a long story
,” Cheyenne said as she poured them both a cup of coffee.

 
              “Last night she was in fine form.  She started lecturing me about how dangerous Jason is.  The hatred poured out of her.  It was almost too much to sit and listen to.  I finally got enough of it and decided to turn the tables on her.  I told her that you would be moving in this morning and she wanted to know why.  I told her that you thought I needed protection because of the shooting and missing money in the will.  You should have seen her Brian.  Her face went white and she started sweating.

  You could hear the agitation in her voice and then, before I knew it, she went to her room.  The next thing I knew,
she was in here this morning going ballistic over some pills.” 

Brian laughed as he took a sip of his coffee. 
“I have some news on the investigation.  You asked me the other day, if I had a suspect.  I am currently investigating Jason Turner.  He doesn’t have a solid alibi and he owned a nine millimeter that was reported stolen two months ago.” Brian added. 

Cheyenne looked
puzzled.

“
I interviewed him a bit ago.  His story has not changed but something is not right about it,” Brian said. 

“When we find the murder weapon I thi
nk an arrest is imminent. Also, Ed faxed me a transcript of the video, it was not what I asked for but it will do for the time being.” He informed her. 

HE
knew that Jason had already gotten to her.   He had alluded to as much during their interview earlier that morning.  The thought of the suspected murderer touching her made him ill.  Aside from the possible danger she had been in, the mere thought was revolting.  She had not struck him as a loose woman so he had chalked the incident up to grief.  She truly was beautiful to look at and he could not blame any man for wanting her but Jason had rubbed him the wrong way from the start.  He was the type of person that needed to conquer as many women as he could.  The insult and humiliation she would feel if she knew that he may have murdered her father would be too much to bear.    She would realize that she was a conquest and that their encounter had no meaning, and when she did, Brian planned to be there to help her pick up the pieces.  He would not talk to her about that though.  It would be better for him to do his job and leave the gossip and hurt feelings alone.

             
Brian settled into the guest room Cheyenne had shown him to.  He did not know how long his stay would be, but he would sure enjoy it while he was there.  The room was nicer than anything he had ever stayed in before.  It had a rustic charm to match the rest of the décor in the house.  He busied himself by unpacking his overnight bag and placing his toiletry kit in the adjoining bathroom.  Removing his boots, he walked across the plush carpet to the window overlooking the pool and saw a glorious sight.

Cheyenne had just
dived in and her lean body was slicing through the water.  She looked so graceful and at ease gliding through the water.  Just then, she broke the surface and Brian could not help but notice that her nipples were straining against the thin material of her bikini top.  He could feel himself hardening as he gazed at her from his perch above the pool.  He felt dirty for peeping but it was a turn on for him.   Her full ass perfectly filled out her bikini bottoms perfectly.  He fantasized that they would fit perfectly in his hands.  Before he knew it, he had a full erection.  He had not planned on letting that happen but now he would have to deal with it. 

Sitting on the edge of the bed
, he breathed deeply and unzipped his pants.  Brian pulled his cock out of his underwear and began rubbing the head and stroking down the length.  Squirting lotion into his hand he returned his attention to his growing member.  By this time, it was at full attention and staring up at him, begging to be rubbed.  His thoughts returned to Cheyenne, only this time she was completely naked on the bed next to him.  He reached over and pulled the string on her tiny bikini top and freed her glorious breasts.  Her lips were wrapped around the monstrous head as she flicked the hole with her tongue.  He could almost feel her lips actually swallowing him whole.  The sordid thoughts quickly brought him to a climax and jets of warm come spewed onto his chest and stomach.   Squeezing the still hard dick, he grabbed his shirt that he had removed in haste and cleaned himself.  Slowly, it started to shrink and go back to its normal size and he could go on about his evening.   He had learned something very important about himself on this evening.  The attraction he felt for Cheyenne could result in amazing sex that his body would be completely satisfied by.

             
Brian left his room and ventured to the kitchen.  He had made himself a snack just as Cheyenne was walking through the patio doors. 

“
Brian does grilled steak sound good for dinner?” she asked as she was adjusting her towel around her body.

“Sounds good to me,
do you need any help?” he offered as she walked to the refrigerator. 

He couldn’t
help but stare as she crossed the room, painfully aware that she was wearing next to nothing.  She seemed oblivious to the effect that she had on him but he was aware enough for both of them. 

“If you want
to man the grill, I can take care of the sides,” she said as she continued to pull out food for the meal.  His thoughts returned to his solo performance in the bedroom earlier and he started to wonder if her breasts were as juicy in real life as they were in his fantasy.   How he would love to suck her soft nipples into his mouth or bury his face into the supple flesh between them.  Brian knew that he needed to get his mind out of the gutter but he could not help himself.  As she bent to pull something from the cabinet, he strained to see if he could see the outline of her pussy through her swimsuit.  Brian was not disappointed.  The perfect outline of a beautiful cunt showed through the suit.  Her bikini bottoms had worked their way into the crevice between her legs and gave the illusion of a perfectly tight bare pussy.  The nude colored bikini left little to the imagination.  He had never been a pervert but he was finding it hard to control the intense physical attraction he felt for Cheyenne.  Brian knew that he couldn’t deny his desire for her indefinitely.  She was under his skin and he was powerless to defend against the intruder.

             
Once dinner was ready, they both sat outside at the patio table to eat. 

          
“I haven’t had a steak as good as this in a long time, this is amazing.” Cheyenne complimented. 

Brian
smiled, “Thank you.  I haven’t cooked for anyone recently so it’s good to know that I’ve still got the touch,” he laughed as he looked out over the water, watching the flickering light dance off of the surface.

“I noticed
you don’t wear a wedding ring, but do you have a girlfriend at home?” she inquired almost embarrassed but hoping that he would say no.

“No
, no one at home.  My job isn’t very relationship friendly.  I keep pretty much to myself.” he confided. 

They both sat in silence for a while before getting up to clear the dinner plates.  Their hands brushed while reaching for the same plate.
  Cheyenne felt the spark as she touched him and pulled her hand back as though she had been burned.  Hoping he had not noticed she straitened her posture and looked directly into his eyes.

“Brian, I’ll
get these.  Why don’t you go for a swim and I’ll join you when I’m done.”  He hesitated for a moment but relinquished the plate and walked toward the pool.  He dove in and enjoyed the feel of the cold water against his skin.  It enveloped him and washed away the stress of the past few days.  His long body made quick work of the few laps he swam before deciding to lounge on the nearby steps.  Cheyenne reappeared with two wine glasses and a bottle.  She walked down the steps and bent down to give him his glass.  He had waited all evening for the right time to make a move.  Brian did not want to accost her, just touch her again; even an innocent touch would satisfy his wonder.  Wanting to accidentally graze her hand or catch her eye turned out to be in vain.  Brian had never had a problem with confidence nor had he ever tried to move this quickly.  It all seemed insane to him but he was at a loss to explain his temptations.  Her body language seemed open and inviting but the closer he looked; it became evident that her friendliness was just her way of getting through day to day life.    The pressure continued to build in his body and he was sure that he would soon explode.  His need was great but his want was coming in a close second.  The relief he had gifted himself with earlier had been short lived.  Cheyenne twirled her silky hair around her index finger and it drove him wild.  The simple way that she crossed a room sent his pulse racing. 

This is crazy. I have just met this girl, b
ut there is something about her… 
He noticed how strong and proud her features  appeared.  She surely inherited those from her father.  Every picture of Charles that Brian had seen had reminded him of Cheyenne.  She was simply a masterpiece and as with every masterpiece, he wanted to own her, to posses her and make her his, even if only for the night.

Time flew
by that evening for Detective Brian Russell.  The internal war inside him raged.  He felt such a strong physical pull toward Cheyenne, but mentally, he knew that he couldn’t have a relationship. His career had always come first and he knew that he couldn’t let anything change that.