Staring At The Ocean Ch. 03

Hi everyone.

Here is chapter three. I hope you enjoy it!

The following is a complete work of fiction. The following story contains erotic situations between consenting adults. If it is illegal for you to read this please leave now. Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is completely coincidental. Please do not copy or distribute the story without the author's permission.

Big ups to my editor Angel. Thanks for all the help (((hugs))). I must admit I added a sentence or two after I received the edited copy back.

Cheyenne

Every time I walked into my new home I still gasp at what Adrian had done while we were away. "It still gets to me."

I put my bag down on the front hall table and it slid to the ground. As I bent down to pick it up, I didn't feel too good. From far away I heard Jordan's voice.

"Babe, what's wrong?"

Jordan

I saw Cheyenne fall to the floor and everything happened almost in slow motion.

"Cheyenne, oh God, Cheyenne." I reached for the phone and dialed the driver's number.

"Bring the car back. We need to go to University Hospital." I threw the handset back into the cradle and scooped Cheyenne from the floor and raced back downstairs.

When we reached the hospital, I didn't bother with a gurney. I wasn't willing to let her go.

"Can someone help me please?"

A nurse came up to me and said, "Take her in there, please. I'll get the doctor." A few minutes later, a young female doctor came into the little examination room.

"What happened?" She was looking into Cheyenne's eyes and taking her pulse.

"We got home and she just fainted."

"What's her name?"

"Cheyenne, Cheyenne Colt."

"Ok and yours?"

"Jordan. What's wrong with her?"

"That's what I'm trying to find out. Now, Jordan, if you'll wait outside. I'll let you know as soon as we know something." She pushed me out the door. There was nothing I could do but wait.

When the doctor came out of the exam room, she approached me with a calm expression on her face.

"Mr. Colt. I'm Dr. Simms. You can go see your wife now."

"Is she OK, doctor?"

"Sydney, please and I'll let her tell you. She's awake and she can go home but you need to make another appointment for her, preferably within the next two weeks. Now go see your wife. She wants to see you." The doctor left and I raced to the door and slowly pushed it open.

The nurse turned to leave looking at Cheyenne one last time and said, "Take you're time, remember to check out when you leave." When the nurse had left, I turned to Cheyenne and looked at her worriedly.

"Baby, what's going on?" Cheyenne smiled at me like nothing was wrong and held out her hand.

"Come here a minute. I need to tell you something." I sat down next to her on the bed and took her hands in mine.

"Tell me, please."

"You remember that first night in Hawaii when we were walking on the beach and we were talking?"

"Yeah, I remember, we were talking about kids, but what has that got to do with . . . Oh my God. You're pregnant, aren't you?" I looked at her and I felt my frown lift as the realization dawned on me.

"Are you happy about it?" Cheyenne asked carefully.

"Happy, if we weren't in a hospital I'd shout with joy. Cheyenne this is the best news ever. Are you happy about this?" I looked at her trying to read her expression.

"Yes, oh yes, Jordan. I suddenly feel like I've been put on earth to be this baby's mother." Cheyenne's face was radiating happiness as we walked from the hospital. The worried driver was still standing beside the car.

"Oh, thank goodness you're ok, Mrs. Colt. We were so worried," the driver said.

"Not to worry Raul, it was good news. We're going to be parents." I smiled as I ushered her into the car. Not for all the tea in China could anyone wipe the smile from my face that night.

***

Cheyenne

"Well does everybody know then?" Jordan asked me the next day.

"Yes, they are all surprised. That conference call thing was a good idea by the way. Better than having a party, 'cause you can hang up on anyone you don't want to talk to," I said, referring to Jordan's brother Adam, who started laughing and called Jordan an idiot. Jordan was the one to hang up on him, before I could get angry.

"Well, it's done and no one can change it and more importantly no one can take it away. Come here." Jordan held out his hand and brought me closer to him so I could sit in his lap. He just held me for a second and then let me go.

"We should get back to work. We're going to have much to accomplish before you go on maternity leave." Jordan smiled at me.

"Oh, crap Jordan, don't even go there. I'm roughly nine weeks along and I can work right up till the last month. Even the doctor said so. So don't even think about telling me to sit at home and do nothing, because I won't have it." I turned and walked from Jordan's office to my own. He better not think to pull any, barefoot in the kitchen shit with me.

Jordan

That wasn't what I meant but I'll let her go for now and would make an official appointment with her later and speak to her.

***

I looked up at the knock on the door. When it opened and saw it was Cheyenne I smiled but looked down at my watch anyway to check if she was on time. She was. I couldn't help but watch her walk into the office.

My beautiful, petit five foot, six-inch wife with short golden curls that belonged on my four-year-old niece had big gorgeous eyes that were bluer than the deep ocean with fantastic legs, breasts that would fill his hands perfectly and a mouth made for sin.

"I know that mouth could make my world come apart. She does it every morning when she smiles," I thought. Hell, I could think of a few more things she could do with that mouth.

"So, what's this about Jordan? Official appointments? That's a new one." Cheyenne smiled at me.

"Sit down, Cheyenne I have business to discuss with you." I sat back in my chair and looked at Cheyenne.

"You're my wife now and part of my life, personally as well as professionally, seeing that you work for me. I have created a position in the company, well, actually I've created two. The people I have in mind for both positions, you know them and I want to run this by you. The first position is a Legal Executive Director. I wanted to know what you thought about approaching Chloe for that particular job." I studied her face so I could see the emotions play with her features.

"I think it's a great idea. It's high time we get a lawyer on the payroll. It's a waste paying a firm. What about the second position?" She asked, warming to the task.

"The second position's official title will be President of Contracts and Operations. It will entitle the person to sit in on all new and current meetings with our clients and give that person leave to deal with clients when Hawke or I are not here and handle clients in their own capacity and generally keeping the client happy," I explained.

"Well, if it means that it will take work from you, I'm all for it." Cheyenne smiled that thousand-watt smile.

"That's the thing. It won't."

"Well, what's the point of creating the position?" Cheyenne looked at me like I'd lost it.

"I feel that our clients should get more from us, otherwise why would they stay here instead of going to another company. I feel we don't offer the people we work with enough. It's something I want to get off the ground straight away, as I've got other things within the company I want to take care of." I was looking at Cheyenne with anticipation, hoping she was up for the task.

"What will you be busy with?"

"Well, seeing as how a few things have come to light in recent weeks, I want to take a look at personnel contracts. I'm sorry to say, but since we found out you're pregnant, I've noticed that there are a few other women that are to. I had a look at your contract and realized that maternity leave; sick leave and things like that just aren't up to standard. Ever since I took the business over from my father I just took it for granted that these things were in place but I soon realized I've been sadly mistaken." She nodded her head at this but said nothing. I pushed further.

"So what do you say, think you're up to the job?"

"Me? Jordan what do I know about the security business?" God, you'd think that I have two heads, the way she was looking at me.

"I know, but you've been here long enough to know the business. The position will entitle you help out with clients, none of the cloak and dagger stuff." I looked anxiously at her.

"Are you interested? In the job I mean?" I looked at her and hoped, no prayed, she would say yes.

"Ok, I'll do it. I'll see the next couple of months as my trial run, until I go on maternity leave. Then you can decide if you still want me for the position. As for the other one, I'll contact Chloe and set up a meeting for us." She got up and looked at my schedule.

"I'll set up something for tomorrow?" she asked.

"Yes, that will be fine and I want you to hire my next secretary yourself. Just because I don't have you for a secretary doesn't mean I don't want things run the same way." I got up from my chair, took her in my arms and kissed her soundly on the mouth.

"Welcome to the world of being in management. You're going to need it." Cheyenne scowled at me and I couldn't help but laugh at the look on her face.

Cheyenne

The next day was a great day for both Jordan and me. Chloe had come and gone and Jordan was still glowing from the after effects of their meeting. You'd think he'd given birth or something.

Jordan was still basking in his good fortune when I walked into his office door without knocking. He looked up and saw me and got a weird expression on his face.

I was dressed in a flowing, sky-blue summer dress that reached about mid thigh with high-heeled white sandals. My hair, like always was carefree and my face radiantly shining. It had been ever since I found out I was pregnant.

I walked toward him and motioned him not to get up. Instead he just swiveled it in my direction. I tossed the note pad onto his desk and promptly sat down in his lap. He almost choked at the response his body made to being man-handled in such a way.

I put my hands on either side of his face; looked him in right in his eyes and said, "Jordan Colt, I have never in my twenty-three years of existence, known another man like you."

Then I proceeded to use that sinful mouth he liked so much. He finally got round to telling me that he always thinks of all the wicked things I do and say with my "sinful mouth" every time he saw me.

I kissed him with such abandon his body went into overdrive. I felt one of his hands come to rest on my thigh and he slowly moved it upwards. When his hand came into contact with the lacy outline of my panties he groaned and lifted me off his lap.

"Woman, I'm trying to work here. What on earth are you wearing?"

I laughed at that loaded question but said nothing. I picked up the note pad and promptly dropped it and unthinkingly bent to pick it up. I only realized my mistake when I heard Jordan groan and turned to look at him in my crouched position, finally realizing I was giving him a blatant view of my backside.

"Like what you're seeing?"

"Yes, what was the kiss for?"

"Why didn't you tell me about my new office?" I grinned like a fool.

"Have you gone snooping?" Jordan tried to sound stern.

"Of course! Don't you know me by now?" I laughed again.

"Thanks, I love it. Come with me I want to ask you something." I grabbed his hand and walked him toward a connecting door in his office through a small little room and into a beautifully furnished office.

"So what did you want to ask me?" Jordan looked around the office.

'Well, this will be my office right?' I asked with a smile.

"You're scaring me. I can see your mind working. What are you up to?" Jordan asked.

"And I take it the smaller office to the left will be for my PA. Right?" The smile never left my lips

"Right again. Where is this going?"

"Well, I was wondering if we could get Adrian in to decorate the little office that connects our offices."

"I guess we can, but what for?" I could see the confusion in his eyes.

"I was thinking, maybe we could turn it into a little nursery, so I wouldn't have to be too far away from the baby at any given time. What do you think?" God, I must look so pathetic staring at him, I thought. But, hell if I could help it.

"I think it's a great idea. It's a fantastic idea. I wish I had thought of it. Speak to Adrian and hear what she says. I'm sure she'll be able to do it." He wrapped his arms around me and with his lips against my ear, sending chills down my spine he whispered, "What do you think about taking the rest of the day off?"

"What for?'" I wanted to know.

"I can think of a few things. Come on, let's get out of here." He took me by the hand and led me from the building.

***

Jordan

I lifted Cheyenne from the huge tub, set her down and dried her off. When she was dry, I picked her up and carried her toward the bed.

"I can walk you know," Cheyenne said softly.

"I know, but I like carrying you."

I sat Cheyenne down on the bed and moved to sit behind her. I leaned back and rested my back on the pre-arranged pillows and pulled her against my chest. We sat there, for what seemed like hours. Both as naked as the day we were born.

I fell into a routine we had developed right after we found out she was pregnant. I started whispering softly, to the baby, telling it stories of my childhood at which Cheyenne laughed. I stopped talking and placed my hands on her still flat tummy.

"Cheyenne . . . " I began.

"Yeah?" Cheyenne gently placed her hands on top of mine and leaned her head back against my shoulder.

"I'm really happy about this baby and I want you to be too." I slowly moved my hands upward toward Cheyenne's breasts.

"I am happy, really happy. Just like you, I really want this baby. We can make it good. You and me and our baby. We can make it work. It doesn't matter what anyone says, OK."

"Cheyenne, I want to make love to you," I whispered in her ear, sounding almost desperate.

"Go ahead. I'm not going to stop you."

Cheyenne let her hands fall onto my thighs and gently stroked up and down. I gently cupped her now sensitive breasts and harassed her nipples until they were erect. I couldn't resist and bent my head and kissed her neck. She arched her neck to give me better access.

"Hmmm, that feels so good." Cheyenne tried to turn in my arms but I stayed her with a gentle hand on her stomach.

"Let me turn around," Cheyenne whispered.

"No, stay like this, I want to watch you from here. It's a nice view." I know she could hear the smile in my voice. Taking a deep breath, I took her hands and gently placed them on her breasts. "I hope to hell this works."

"Jordan . . .?" I could hear the uncertainty in her voice.

"Shhh. Feel your body. Touch it, when you understand it, you'll be able to get much more pleasure from it."

Still holding her hands in mine I gently moved her hands 'round her erect nipples. Finally, her own hands came into contact with her nipples. She let out a little gasp of sensation and I knew she was on the right track.

I took a chance and removed my hands from atop hers, thinking she'd move hers away but to my surprise her hands didn't immediately leave her breasts, but they touched and caressed exploring to which heights she could take herself. I took another chance and placed my right hand over hers and slowly moved her hand south away from her breast and toward her sex. I felt her arm tense as she tried to resist.

"Jordan . . . I don't think . . . '

"Shhh. I want to see you do this. Please. I want to know what turns you on and I want you to know what turns me on when the time comes." I felt her muscles go slack and once more took her hand on a journey on her own body.

"Touch, feel, if not for you, for me, please." I gently parted her nether lips holding her body open to both our gazes. I saw her hand timidly place her fingers on herself. I felt rather than heard her gasp at the wetness she found there. She touched herself with more conviction and it was my turn to realize that she had done this before.

"Does it feel the same?"

"What?" I knew she was playing dumb.

"Does it feel the same as to when you touch yourself when you're alone?"

"How did you know?" I felt her body heat at her blush.

"Don't be ashamed baby. I know because I can see it in the way you touch yourself. You've done this before."

Cheyenne

I let out a soft mewling sound and suddenly realized that Jordan's breathing had become shallow and labored. I could also feel the noticeable hardening of his dick against my buttocks.

I laid my head back against his shoulder and pressed my fingers to the little nub I knew was between the folds of my sex that Jordan so obligingly uncovered and helped open for me. I rubbed just a little harder and a feint quiver went through my body.

I was amazed at how my body responded to my own ministrations. "It was never like this when I was by myself. This is so much better." I felt a little sexy knowing that I was able to do this to myself and felt even better knowing I was having a major effect on Jordan. With a little more pressure I felt the rush of sweet exquisite pleasure rushing through my body.

Jordan

With her eyes closed, her head rolled from side to side on my shoulder. Not able to stop herself I felt her fingers moving faster and faster on the little nub between her pussy lips. Cheyenne tried to bite back a moan but it escaped past her lips anyway. I could feel her body becoming hotter and hotter. She squirmed a little and her free hand involuntarily reached up so she could stroke her own breasts. "I don't even think she knew she's doing it."

I suddenly realized that Cheyenne was nearing her peak. I slipped my hand lower and pressed two of my fingers inside her warm, slippery passage. She tried to remove her fingers then thinking I was going to finish her off.

"Don't stop. You're doing a fantastic job. Can you feel it, baby? Can you feel the blood rushing around your body at a thousand miles a minute?"

"Yes, oh, Jordan," Cheyenne sighed the words rather than spoke them.

I removed my fingers from Cheyenne and she squirmed in protest and in the process rubbing her sweet little ass against my cock. I didn't go far though but lifted her so she sat astride my lap.

"Look," I said softly.

When she looked down, she saw my cock between her thighs. I knew she could feel it against her pussy, because I felt her juice coating my cock. I knew she wanted me inside her and although I wanted it too, I knew we had to finish this the way I intended.

Cheyenne, thinking she could control things made a subtle movement that would've embedded me inside her sweet hot body but I was ready for her. When she moved upward, my hand shot between our bodies to prevent her taking me inside.

"Why?" She almost sobbed.

"You'll understand in a minute," I told her. I brought both my hands upwards and cupped her breasts. I felt her body arch away from my chest.

I placed one of my hands just above the juncture of her thighs and gently pushed her body back against mine.

Just then I noticed our reflections in the mirror.

I could see every inch of Cheyenne's body. Her back beautifully arched, pelvis thrust forward, her head rested on my shoulder. Her nipples hardened and begged to be kissed and sucked. Her legs spread wantonly as far as they could go. One hand nestled between the curls of her sex, the other holding on to the back of my neck.

I couldn't help but think, "Fuck me, but she is gorgeous."

Cheyenne

I didn't want to stop rubbing myself but quickly realized what Jordan was doing. "He's trying to use his cock to rub up against my clit."