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Chapter 13

SAM

  I watched Cheyenne skate around the track in short stretchy pants and a sparkly black tank top with the team’s name, Bomber’s, on the front, and her derby name, Chey Bye Bye on the back in white letters. I laughed when I saw her shirt.  She was the last person I would be scared of, and her name didn’t inspire much scariness either, but it was cute. She had a bright red helmet strapped to her head, and bright red skates (the ones with four wheels), to match. 

 Cheyenne explained to me that there wasn’t going to be anything too physical today since they didn’t want to hurt their own team members, but there still was quite a bit of hitting and shoving, so who knew how much was in the actual meets.  Cheyenne looked like she was dragging a bit; guess I was wearing her ass out with my late night wake up calls. 

 Cheyenne dodged a vicious elbow from some Amazon that looked like she had seventy pounds on her, and then used the woman’s momentum on her and threw her to the track floor.  Cheyenne laughed and then skated on past, passing three other girls and more attacks the whole way. 

 Ember rolled up to me and stopped, leaning against the padded railing in front of me.  She was watching Cheyenne skate as I was doing, smiling when she got a good hit in. 

  “She enjoys this.” She said nonchalantly. 

  “Yeah, she looks like she does.” I said back.

  “Don’t take it away from her.  The way you are looking at her makes me think you want to wrap her up in bubble wrap and keep her from getting hurt.  She’s been doing this since she was fifteen.  It’s the only thing that keeps her in shape.  Don’t want her getting a fat ass do you?” she asked. 

  “Nope.  Don’t want her getting all jiggly on me.  Guess I will let her keep doing this as long as she wants to.” I answered.  The last thing I cared about was her getting jiggly.  I loved her body, and wouldn’t care if she actually put on a little weight.  I have always leaned towards thicker women.  They are less easy to break. 

  We sat in companionable silence until Cheyenne rolled up and told me she was ready.  She looked even more exhausted up close, but I held my tongue. 

  “Getting a little slow there Allen.  Maybe you should lay off the Bon Bons and Twinkies.” Ember said.

 Cheyenne looked at Ember and said “A friend doesn’t go on a diet because you are fat.”

  I burst out laughing. That was a good comeback, if anything you couldn’t stay in a bad mood around them for long.  Why they fought like this I wouldn’t know.  Neither one of them were fat.  In fact, Cheyenne had the type of body that would make grown men drool, which I did on occasion.

  “Ready to go eat, ladies?” I asked to get them moving.

  “Of course, we can’t resist adding junk to the trunk.” Cheyenne said.

  They both skated off to their bags, and slipped on some yoga pants over their short ass shorts.  I breathed a sigh of relief.  I loved looking at Cheyenne’s legs and ass, but I sure as fuck didn’t want other people admiring what was mine.

  We arrived at Deacon’s and grabbed a table in the back.  The waitress came and gathered our orders, and left.  Blaine and Elliott showed up shortly after our drinks, and ordered their own as well.  Ten minutes after that, Gabe and Jack arrived as well.  It was turning out to be quite a party until the person I least wanted to see today walked through the bar door.  Fuck.

  “Fuck. Me.” I said under my breath.

  Leah spotted us right away and headed over, or more waddled.  She was enormously pregnant.  I scooted as close to Cheyenne as I could get and wrapped my arm around her waist so she couldn’t spring up and start beating the shit out of her. 

  “Leah is here.  I’m so sorry.” I whispered into her hair.

  Cheyenne stiffened, and slowly turned her head in the direction of the door.

  “Oh my God! Did you guy’s see that shit?  Chey totally looked like that girl on the exorcist when she did that slow turn with her head!” Blaine said pulling out her phone and snapping a picture at the angle of Cheyenne’s neck.

 Everyone laughed and agreed besides Cheyenne and I. She just kept staring daggers at Leah as she approached our table.

  Leah being Leah was leaned over to give me a hug when Cheyenne leaned forward and stuck her hand over her face and pushed her lightly away from me.  Leah took a step back and teetered slightly, really working the pregnant card.

 Cheyenne hadn’t even put much force behind the push, so Leah was trying to gain sympathy where she wasn’t going to find any.

  Leah being the bitch she was started spewing her venom at that point.

  “What the fuck, bitch?” she snarled.

  Cheyenne sat their calmly with her hands in her lap.  I was surprised at this, because I would have expected her to start fighting her with her claws out.  Ember, however, did not disappoint.

  “Don’t you call my friend a bitch, you hoe bag!” Ember said as she scooted her chair back with force and stood up.  She put her hands on her hips and stared down her nose at Leah.  I did a quick glance at the rest of the table and saw that Elliott had covered Blaine’s mouth with his hand and Jack was sitting there with a shit eating grin on his face. Gabe was staring at Ember with an unreadable look.  Cheyenne had an evil looking smile on her face, like she knew this was going to be good. 

 Leah ignored her and tried to start a conversation with me.  She put her hand to her back thrust her stomach forward trying to get a little closer to me in the process. 

  “Sam, I’ve missed you.  How have you been doing?” She said suggestively.

  “He’s doing well.  He gets sex twice a day, and if he’s lucky he gets my mouth somewhere in between those two times.” Cheyenne said matter of factly.

  I had just pulled my beer up to my lips and taken a drink when she said that, so I promptly choked when I started to laugh.

  “Funny.  I seem to remember one of those times in that back hallway over there.” I said tilting my head in the direction of the bathrooms.

  A smile lit her face and her hand disappeared under the table and started rubbing my cock through my jeans.  Leah’s eyes zeroed in on the action and she got a murderous look on her face.

  “I remember when he used to do that to me too.  He always comes back to me though.  So don’t get used to him.” She said with a bitchy tone.

  Unfortunately the only thing that did was put a sour taste in my mouth and piss off Cheyenne.

  Oh fuck.

  Cheyenne was out of her seat so fast that I didn’t have any time to react.  My reflexes had to be quick or I was dead.  I was also expecting this from Cheyenne, so her being able to get past me was a major feat.  She was around me and standing in front of Leah nose to nose with her by the time my arm hooked around her waist and pulled her back into my lap.

  Ember on the other hand had a hand full of Leah’s hair and was yanking her backwards, practically dragging her towards the bar door.  Leah couldn’t do much since she was so pregnant except follow.  Several patrons watched in horror as a pregnant woman was dragged by the hair across the bar room floor, but didn’t stop them. 

  “One of y’all should maybe follow her.  I was trying to get there before Ember did something, but someone I shall not name stopped me.” Cheyenne said to the group. 

  Gabe got up and caught up with Ember just as she was about to exit the bar.  He grabbed her hand carefully and had words with her while he was slowly disentangling her hand from Leah’s hair.  He pulled her into his side once all the hair was out of her hand and had some low serious words with Leah.  Leah turned and looked back at the table, and then looked back at Gabe who was still talking.  Ember shot daggers at Leah with her eyes, and Gabe had to restrain her to his side.  Leah’s face got murderous and looked into my eyes again.  I looked away and buried my nose in Cheyenne’s neck and inhaled. 

  “I’m sorry, baby.  I didn’t know she would make a scene like that, nor did I think she could find me.  Otherwise I would have suggested giving it a few days.” I whispered into her hair.

“I need to go talk to her; she won’t leave until I do.”

  She nodded and got up off my lap and returned to her own chair.  I kissed her forehead and headed over to the entrance to where Gabe and Ember were still talking to Leah. 

  Leah turned to me and smiled wide, thinking that I was coming to her to help.  I wasn’t.

  “What do you want Leah?” I asked her.

  “Can we have a little privacy? I haven’t seen you in forever, I need to talk to you.” She said back to me.

  “No.  Here is good.  I don’t need to say much.  I don’t know what you are trying to get here, but you are
not
going to get it.”

  Gabe and Ember watched our exchange but didn’t say anything, just let the scene play out.

 “The baby’s father won’t help me, and I have no one else to turn to.  I’ve always loved you, and I want you back.  I’m sorry for doing all those awful things to you, will you give me another chance?” she pleaded with me.

  “No.  You burned that bridge and you can’t cross it again.  I have a new life now, and I don’t want you ruining it.  Stay away from us.  It’d be best if you just went back home.  Lose my number.”  I said to her before turning and heading back to Cheyenne.

  “I will make your life a living hell, Sam.  I know things about you that no one else does!” she seethed.

  I got up in her face, towering over her and said “Listen, bitch.  I don’t give a fuck about you.  I want you to get the hell away from me and mine, and I don’t want to see you again, do you understand?  Because if I do, you will regret it.  I have a far reach, and I will ruin you.  I will make sure that baby is taken away, and you will never see it again.  I will make it to where you can’t show your face anywhere ever again without everyone knowing what type of person you really are.” 

  With that I turned and left.   

  “SAM!” Leah yelled to my back, but I didn’t turn back.  I looked into Cheyenne’s eyes and felt no guilt for the decision I had made.  That horrible bumpy road that was my life has led me straight to Cheyenne, and I couldn’t be any happier.

CHEYENNE

  My heart hurt for Leah, but there wasn’t anything I could do for her.  She was in a tough situation, and it didn’t look like it was going to get any better any time soon.  I was lying next to Sam, curled into his body.  My head was lying on his chest, nose being slightly tickled by his chest hair, and my hand was absently stroking up and down his happy trail.  My right leg was tangled up in both of his.  Sam’s hand was sifting through my hair, every once in a while getting stuck on a tangle which he worked out with a flick of his fingers. 

  “You’re good at that.  My hair is getting so long that I don’t even bother to brush out the tangles anymore.” I said to him.

  “Mmmm.” He mumbled. 

  “How did you get that scar under your eye?” I asked him suddenly.  I had been wondering for a while, and I figured it happened when he was younger because it looked like a really old scar. 

  The only outward sign that he was uncomfortable with this topic was the slight tension of his abdominals, which I wouldn’t have noticed if I hadn’t been so close to him. 

  “One of the times dad found us.  Dad’s second in command tried to put my mom on his bike, and I tried to keep her off his bike.  I was twelve.  There was a struggle, and he kicked me in the stomach.  I fell and hit my face on the wheel of his bike’s tire.  There were these details to the wheel that were shaped like curved blades and sliced right through the skin under my eye. It was a mess.  Blood was everywhere.  Mom was screaming. Had to go to the hospital and get stitches.  Couldn’t see out of the eye for weeks.  Only good thing that came out of it was dad nearly killed him for hurting me.  Apparently he had given the order never to hurt me, but mom was expendable.” He said blandly.

  “Holy crap.  You could have lost your eye!” I said horrified.

  “Yep.” He said matter of factly.  “Time for bed.  I have to ride out early tomorrow to go get some parts in Dallas.  And you have to work at eight.  So we both need to get some sleep.”  He kissed my head, and then reached over to turn off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness. 

  I laid there for quite a while trying to figure out his mood.  Normally we made love before we went to bed, and tonight I didn’t even get an inappropriate grope.  Was he thinking about Leah? Was he having second thoughts?  Something was wrong, and I didn’t like the feeling it was giving me.

  I let my hand trail down his happy trail until my fingers teased just above his boxer-briefs, and then traced the line back up again, back and forth.  I stopped at the elastic of his underwear again, letting my fingers trail over the ridges of his abs and the bumps of the veins that ran down to his lower half.  I let my fingers start to slip under the band when he caught my hand and brought it up to his chest where he captured it and held it there. 

  Something was wrong, and I didn’t know what.  Tears slowly started to slip out of my eyes which I quickly tried to quench before he could tell.  I rolled over to my back and grabbed my bear which was never far away and curled it into my chest, bending my head down and burying my face into its matted fur that had aged with use and time.

  Sam tensed behind me when he felt the bear.  Although the bear never left the bed, I hadn’t slept with it lately since I always seemed to be up snug against Sam.  Tonight I needed it though, because I had a feeling that he was thinking about Leah while being in bed with me.  I ignored Sam at my back and tried to stem the flow of my tears.  I almost had them stopped when I felt his fingers reach to drag my hair behind my ears, and brush against my wet cheeks. 

  Freezing when he felt the wetness on my cheeks he asked, “What’s wrong, baby?”

  “Nothing.” I whispered.

  Of course, when a man hears nothing, he should always assume it is something, and that something is big.  He had obviously been with enough women to know that was the case.