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  “You know,” Sam yelled.  “We do have little kids here
now.  You might want to take that inside.” 

  “
É
bebê fazendo
tempo
.”  I yelled back at Sam.

 
Sam
burst out laughing and then hooked an arm around Cheyenne’s neck dragging her
to the door with him.

  “I don’t need the weather!”  He yelled before
slamming the door.

  If I wasn’t wrong, they were about to be doing the same
thing I was about to do.  There was just something about a good
thunderstorm that brought out the bad in me.

  “What does that mean, what you just yelled at him.” 
She asked me.

  “Look it up in the morning.”  I growled against her
neck.

  She might flip if I told her what it meant. 

  “Tell me now.”  She whispered against my neck.

  Thunder boomed overhead making us both jump at the
suddenness of it.  My body held Ember’s up against the brick of the
house.  Both of our breathing was heavy.  Ember’s hair lay plastered
to her head.  Her white shirt was transparent now due to the rain.  I
could see her hard nipples poking through, and immediately knew she wasn’t
wearing a bra.

  “You’re not wearing a bra.”  I growled against her
lips.

  “No.  That suckers gone as soon as I get home,” She
laughed.  “And besides, it’s not like I need one anyway.  All it does
is stop my nipples from being seen.”

  “That it does.  But seeing your nipples drives me
crazy.”  I informed her all the while grinding my cock into her mound.

  Lightening rent the now dark sky, and then thunder
followed in its wake.  I slipped my hand up Ember’s waist and then grabbed
hold of her waistband and yanked them down her legs, forcing her legs to let go
of my waist.  I divested her of her panties a second later.

  “We can’t do this out here, Gabe.”  Ember said while
licking a path up my neck to the line of my jaw.

  That didn’t stop her from winding her legs around my
waist again though.  Reaching between us, I freed my cock from my jeans
and positioned myself at her entrance.  With one thrust, I was inside of
her tight wet heat.

  Ember threw her head back and cried out.

  “No one can see us.  It’s too dark out here, and
with the rain it makes it nearly impossible to see.”  I said gruffly.

  What are you an exhibitionist or something?”  She
asked.

  I pulled out of her nearly all the way and then thrust
back in to the hilt.  My cock head bumped her cervix, and I immediately
pulled back out and thrust forward again.  I wasn’t going to last very
long.  There was just something so right when I was with her.

  Snaking my hands in between our bodies I found her clit
with my thumb and started massaging it in slow circles.  Ember’s hips
bucked at the contact.  Her fingernails dug into my shoulders so hard I
knew I’d have marks in the morning.  Her head was still thrown back and
the long column of her throat was exposed.  I sucked on her neck, and then
trailed my lips downward until I got to her pebbled nipple.  Sucking her
shirt and all into my mouth, I gave a strong pull and she shot off like a
rocket. 

  Her walls started constricting around me and that was all
it took for me.  I detonated and started shooting deep inside her.  A
long deep moan escaped from my mouth that was now hovering above her
nipple. 

  Once we were both spent, I gave her an easy kiss on the
mouth.

  “I’m not an exhibitionist, or at least I wasn’t until I
met you.  Now I can’t seem to get enough of you.  I don’t think it
was physically possible for me to take those three steps into the house.” 
I said to her.

  Her eyes twinkled and then went round as saucers when
thunder boomed overhead.

  “Will you tell me now what that meant, what you said to
Sam?”  She asked.

  Laughing, I pulled out of her and dropped her legs to the
ground.  Making sure she was steady, I let go of her completely and then
shucked my jeans completely.  My boxers were dry, so I left them on until
I could get inside and change.  I bent down and scooped up our clothes,
and then opened the front door.

  “Come on.”  I said to her.

  “You aren’t going to tell me, are you?”

  “Not yet.”

  “Soon?”

  “Maybe”

  Never.  That is until I accomplished it.

Chapter 11

If a woman is upset, hold her and tell her how much you love
her.  If she starts to growl, retreat and throw chocolate at her.

-Bumper Sticker

Ember

  “Where are you, hoe?”  I yelled as I entered
Cheyenne’s house.

  “In here.”  She called back from somewhere in the
back of the house.

  I went to the kitchen first to grab a Dr. Pepper, and
then decided to grab the box of iced oatmeal cookies while I was at it. 
Cheyenne always had the good stuff.  She went to the store once a week
compared to my once every time I realized I didn’t have any more cheese. 
Which normally was during the process of making a baked potato I’d already
cooked, or when I got three quarters of the way through a recipe and needed the
cheese.

  I did that a lot, too.  Gabe always said I should
check to make sure I had all the ingredients.  Which normally I did, when
in reality I had it a while ago and used it, but forgot that I’d used it.

  Shoving a cookie into my mouth, I walked towards the back
of the house, checking first into the girl’s room, then the spare room, and
finally going to the master.  I found her laying on the bed looking quite
exhausted.

  Plopping down beside her I asked, “What’s wrong with
you?”

  “I have an ultrasound appointment today.  Want to go
with me?”  She asked avoiding my question.

  “Sure.  Your mom have the hellions?”

  “Yea, Sam dropped them off on the way to Dallas
today.  He has to go pick some parts up at Dunnam’s.”

  “They should really start delivering.  It’s
ridiculous that they have to drive three hours.”

  “They also charge about twenty percent less for an engine
than their competitors.  Give me one of those cookies.”  She
demanded.

  I reached into the bag but came back empty handed.

  “Um, that’s not going to happen.  It’s empty.” 
I said shaking the empty box at her so she could hear the crumbs rattling
inside.

  She gave me a look of disgust and then her gaze zeroed in
on my left hand that was holding the box up for inspection.  Her eyes went
wide and then she gasped.

  “Hey, I’m sorry.  We’ll go buy you some more before
your appointment.  I just need to go put on some tennis shoes.”  I
said complacently.

  I didn’t wear tennis shoes, or any shoes for that matter,
when I was at home.  That’s why the bottom of my feet resembled alligator
skin.

  “What the fuck is that?”  She yelled.

  “What the fuck is what?  I told you I was
sorry!  Jesus, I’ll by you more!”

  “Not the box, you dumbass.  I don’t care if you ate
my cookies.  What the fuck is that rock on your finger?”

  Glancing down my heart nearly stopped.  On my finger
was my grandmother’s diamond engagement ring.  It was a very simple
design.  White gold band with a large princess cut diamond centered in the
middle.  I used to try it on when I was younger.  I even made my mom
promise that she would give it to my future husband.  Max and I had a
knockdown, testicle kicking, hair pulling, hurt each other until we booth cried
fight over it.  Neither one of us won, and then mom had died, and I never
thought about it again.

  Until this moment, when it was shining on my finger.

  “Oh.  My.  God.  ” I whispered as tears
rushed to my eyes.

  “Wait a minute, you didn’t know?”

  “No.  He never asked me.  Not that this
surprises me any.  It’s perfectly Gabe.”  I said crying full out now.

  “Eeeeee.  This is awesome!”  She squealed and
then hugged me.

  All my breath whooshed out of me with the amount of
pressure she was squeezing me with, and I couldn’t help but laugh.  I
didn’t care though.  This was perfect.

  “Let’s go find him.  Let me borrow some shoes first
though.  My feet aren’t touching that nasty floor in the garage.”  I
said as I pulled a pair of flip-flops from the floor of the closet.

  “We’ve got about fifteen minutes before we need to leave,
are you dressed in what you’re going to wear?”  She called from the
bathroom.

  I looked down at myself.  It was my usual of yoga
pants and t-shirt.  Works for me.

  “Yep.  Let’s go.”

  We were out the door shortly after, and then entered
through the open bay door of the garage.  I let my eyes adjust and saw
Max, James, and Jack, but no Gabe.

  “Where the hell is he?”  I called to them.

  Max smiled his knowing smile, and I was about to go in
search of him when he walked through the door that connected the office to the
garage.  He had a donut in his hand, and a bottle of water in the
other.  Today he was wearing some seriously dirty jeans that looked like
they would forever be stained with grease and dirt.  The shirt looked
clean however.  It was taut across his abs and biceps.  His dog tags
were resting on his chest, and they stood out starkly against the red of his
shirt.  I took this in for all of fifteen seconds before my feet propelled
me forward and I was running full throttle towards him.

  A smile lit up his face as he shoved the doughnut in his
mouth to hold it, and caught me in midair, his free hand wrapping around my ass
to hold me to him as I leapt up to him.  My arms wrapped around his neck,
my legs around his waist, and I leaned in and took a bite of his doughnut. 
Chewing thoroughly I watched as his eyes sparkled with humor.  He didn’t
have anywhere to go with his hands full of an opened water and me.

  He walked forward and placed the bottle on the nearest
toolbox, and then grabbed the doughnut out of his mouth.

  “So is that a yes?”

  “Depends.”

  “On what?”

  “Can I have that doughnut?”

  He threw his head back and graciously handed me the doughnut. 
Taking it from him I took a big bite, chewed, swallowed, and then gave him a
peck on the lips.

  “Best trade ever.”  Gabe laughed out.

  A cheer went up through the garage and we both turned to
see everyone watching us.  I let my legs go from around Gabe’s hips, and
then ran full out for Max who was leaning against the car lift.  He caught
me with a grunt, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.

  He smiled sadly at me and said, “She would want you to
have that.  I love you, little booger.”

  I laughed at the use of my old nickname.  Using that
name used to put Max in a world of hurt, but today it just made everything
perfect.

  “I love you too, Maximilian.”  I said as I squeezed
his neck as hard as I could.

  He made a gurgling laugh sounds and then forcefully
removed my arms from his neck.  Letting him go, I walked back to Gabe and gave
him a quick kiss on the neck, took my last bite of doughnut, and waved goodbye
to him.

  “Where are you going?”  He yelled when he saw
Cheyenne pull her car keys out of her pocket.

  “I’ve got a doctor’s appointment.  Ember has
graciously agreed to go with me.”  Cheyenne said.

  “Aren’t you forgetting that you have a gang after you,
Ember?”  Gabe called to me.

  Oh yea, that.

  I turned around and waited for my instructions that I
knew were about to come.

  “I’ll take them.  I have to go pick Janie up early
for a Doctor’s appointment in the same building anyway.  Let’s go.” 
James said to us both.

  Nodding in approval, Gabe returned to the office and I
watched his backside go until it disappeared from my line of sight.

  Yum.

  “Hurry the fuck up!  I’m going to be late!” 
Cheyenne yelled from the front passenger seat of James’ truck.

  Rolling my eyes, I used the driver’s side and crawled up
into the truck.

  “Won’t you catch fire if you’re in a Ford,
Cheyenne?  Isn’t it against your religion or something?”  I asked
sarcastically.

  “Screw you and your cat too.”

  “Thems fightin’ words.”  James’ muttered under his
breath.

   “I hope she finds twins.”  I sneered at
Cheyenne.  “And don’t talk about my cat; he’s worth two of your ugly dog
any day.”

  “Yea?  Well I bet Gabe got you pregnant last
night.  He told Sam it was baby making weather.  And then y’all did
it on the porch.”

  “What?”  I yelled.

  She smiled evilly at me and then laughed when she saw the
expression on my face.

  “You heard me.  That’s what he yelled at us right
before you showed your whore tendencies on the front porch.”

  My mind was reeling, not because of the fact that she
knew I’d had sex on the front porch, but because of what Gabe had said.

  “How do you know that’s what he said?”  I asked.

  “I asked Sam.  He said Gabe used to say that all the
time.  Something his dad used to say to his mom when it stormed.” 
Cheyenne said with a brilliant smile on her face.

  I glared at her and then turned to James.

 “Is that true?”  I asked him.

  “Is what true?”

  “Did he used to say it was baby making weather?”

  “Yea.”

  “How do you say it?”

  “
É
bebê fazendo
tempo,” He said butchering it
compared to Gabe.  “Or something to that effect.”

  That sounded about right, and that’s when I started to
get worried.

  “I swear to God, if I’m pregnant I’m gonna neuter him
when I find out.”

  Not that I was really that worried.  I had an
IUD.  It wasn’t as if we were doing anything unprotected.  That wasn’t
the point though; the point was that he should have discussed this with me.

  “He won’t need his boys anymore if he’s got you pregnant,
dumbass.  The deed will already be done.”  Cheyenne said helpfully.

    I brooded in the backseat the entire
way.  James walked us up to the doctor’s office with us, waited for us to
get inside, and then left us there to go get Janie for her appointment. 
We waited for a good hour before the nurse called Cheyenne’s name.  What
the fuck took so long, I don’t know, but we both headed back, following the
nurse.  She was a cute little thing, beanpole thin, and her scrubs
swallowing her even though they were probably already the smallest size they
made.

  “If you’ll just step up here, Cheyenne, we’ll get your
weight, and then send you to the ultrasound room.”  The nurse said with a
smile in her voice.

  Cheyenne grumbled but stepped up on to the scare.

  “Holy Shit!”  I said playfully when the nurse said
her weight.

   “Go fuck a duck.”  Cheyenne said under her
breath.

  I laughed aloud and weighed myself as the nurse took
Cheyenne’s blood pressure.  I’d lost seven pounds in the four months I’d
been seeing Gabe, and I was ecstatic.  When I had my knee surgery, I’d
gained twenty pounds.  Since then, I’ve been fighting a losing battle. 
I thought the weight was there to stay, but something was helping me now
because I haven’t been at one forty five since high school.

  “I’ve lost seven pounds!”  I cheered.

  Cheyenne gave me a nasty look and the nurse laughed as she
led us to the ultrasound room. 

  “She’ll be right in.”  The nurse said as she left
the room.

  “You’re such a bitch.  How could you rub something
like this in my face?”

  “Cheyenne, you’re pregnant.  Take a chill pill.”
 I said.

  To pass the time I started braiding Cheyenne’s
hair.  We did this from time to time.  Acted like little girls, when
in reality we were twenty-six.

  The ultrasound tech came in a few minutes later.

  “Hello Cheyenne, is this your partner?”  She asked.