Status Updates From Chey's Cowboy

I’ve got you, baby. She’d never admitted it to him, but he knew she still had serious abandonment issues. Despite his efforts to reassure her, she didn’t trust their love. He did his best to mentally project the promise to her. You’ll always have me. We’ll always have each other.

The emotion shimmering in her eyes made him feel like the luckiest man alive. “I love you so much,” she whispered. Her softly spoken words echoed to the depths of his soul. “I love you more.” After brushing a kiss across her lips, he shifted onto his back beside her but kept a grip on her hand, needing to touch her.

“If this is where you give me the ‘still be friends’ line, you can save it.” She didn’t need lectures. She was learning to survive without him, one day at a time. It hurt to be near him and not touch him. It hurt when he leveled accusations at her. It hurt to witness his anger, frustration and pain. It all hurt more than she could handle right now.

She is an admitted alcoholic, been to rehab, relapsed and had a Wake Up Call, and thinks she might be preggers but just downed 2 beers? 😱 Trace is gonna go ballistic!

“To be honest, I always thought the loss of Caroline and the baby was a sign I’d be a lousy husband and father.” Cheyenne stepped behind him. “You’re wrong, so wrong,” she declared heatedly. When she wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her face against his back, he felt her embrace clear to his soul. He closed his eyes, savoring her warmth and her unwavering faith in him.

A long, intense wave of pleasure washed over him. Sweating and panting for air, his strength destroyed, he tightened his hold on his beautiful, sensual woman. He wanted her as close as he could get her. She fit against him like a better half that made him whole.

He kissed her breathless while he shifted his thigh just enough to slide a hand between her legs. She stilled and gasped for air, her body strung tight with passionate need. Desire pulsed like a wild thing between them. His gaze trapped hers. “Stop?” he asked in a guttural tone. “Oh my gawd, no!”

The stress of the day and recent weeks had her feeling emotionally fragile. Seeing Trace and knowing she might be partly responsible for his situation broke her heart. She brought his hand to her lips and kissed it gently. Then she started talking to him in a soft, steady tone. She didn’t know if he could hear her, but she wanted him to know he wasn’t alone.

“What do you want, Cheyenne?” “I came to ask you for a date,” she whispered huskily. His brow rose in surprise. His whole body tightened at the seductive vulnerability in her voice. “You what?” “I’m asking you for a date. Just a few hours of undivided attention to explore this thing between us. You’re determined to ignore it, but I want a chance to see where it leads.”

I am listening to the audiobook. I do not like chey. I find her really immature.