Thunderclouds were building up and Cheyenne stared worriedly at the sky.
This was Stacey’s day and which bride would want to get soaked on her way to the altar?
“Dont worry I think we’re gonna make it before the rain comes.”
Stacey turned from the mirror. The healthy pregnancy glow lit her face up, and the huge bump gave her a few more curves. She looked stunning!
Stacey smiled and touch her bump gently as her son gave a healthy kick.
“Ready Stace? Richie is waiting.”
Dot stood at the door, holding the newest addition to the family in her arms. She had her mother dark hair and her daddy’s catgreen eyes.
“Thanks Dot. We’re coming.”
Cheyenne took her best friend’s hand.
“ You look gorgeous honey. Go knock him dead.”
Jon kissed her gently on the cheek when he walked passed her.
“You are breathtaking, sweatheart! I just don’t know if Richie’s nerves are gonna hold up. “He winked mischievously at her.
Cheyenne and Jon was suddenly alone in the room. She didn’t notice the click of the lock.
“What are you doing here? Arent you suppose to be by Richie’s side?”
“Arrgh let him sweat. Besides I wanted to come and say hi to my wife and steal a kiss or two.”
“Oh well that could be arranged.”
Her warm lips pressed against his, opening to him as she felt his tongue seeking entrance. He could never get enough of her taste. The way she melted into him always manages to steal his breath, stoking the insatiable hunger he felt for her.
Cheyenne found herself against the dressing table.
“Na a aaah. This is not the time for this.”
“There is always time to show my wife how much I love her.”
She was sitting on the table, Jon standing between her legs, feeling his way to her panties. His fingers reached its target and Cheyenne gasped, horrified at his timing but also turned on by his unexpected passion.
His fingers teased her nub to life, feeling it grow under his gentle ministration.
He hand clutched at his shoulder, her head tilted back as he kissed her to mindless desire.
Her fingers unzipped his pants and true to Jon he didn’t have underwear on. Before his pants reached the ground, he thrust into her. Cupping her ass, he pounded into her, sending her to heaven and back.
He knew the exact moment when she slipped over the edge and exploded into a mindblowing orgasm. He closed his mouth over hers, capturing her cry in his.
Her nails dug into his flesh and as her walls pulsed she shoved him over the edge too.
Her head laid on his chest listening to the thundering of his heart.
“God Jon. You are so bad! Stacey is probably waiting for us and here we are lusting after each other like crazed teenagers!”
“Honey you drove me wild and I promised myself I will never fight it. This wasn’t what I had in mind but seeing you standing there, with your back to me, flashing that gorgeous ass..well I’m just a man and you are my woman..and as they say the rest is history.”
He was busying himself, trying to get himself in order when he realised Cheyenne was still sitting on the dressing table not moving an inch.
“Baby, you better get yourself respectable, we have a wedding to go to.”
The blond, shaggy haired, blue eyed hunk struggling to get his pants on, astounded her everyday. Just when she thought she couldn’t love him more, he proved her wrong.
“Baby?”
“Cmere....”
He stepped closer, his eyes two sparkling pools, the smile on his lips mesmerizing her.
“ I sometimes wish the world could see you through my eyes. You would be able to capture the world and hold it in the palm of your hand. You bring love and laughter into my life. One smile like that and my world lits up. I love you so much it scares me sometimes.”
“Baby I don’t need the world to see me like this. All this if for you and only you. You are my world, my universe. You are all I need.”
A soft whisper brushed over his lips just before he touched her lips with his.
“I love you.”
“Lets get our two best friends married, shall we?”
“Ready when you are.”
Hand and hand and as one soul they walked out to path the way to their friends’ new life together.
THE END
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Chapter 388
They found everyone down stairs. Dot and Rob had arrived to greet the couple before they went on honeymoon.
Richie stood up, smiling as he saw Cheyenne and Jon walking hand in hand towards them.
Stacey gave Cheyenne a knowing smile and winked at Jon when his eyes rested on her.
Richie stood behind Stacey, pulling her back into his embrace he smiled as he announced.
“Stacey and I are gonna have a baby.”
Everyone congratulated them and Stacey basked in the attention, Richie held her close, holding her and kissing her as they go along.
“Hey! So the old man is going to be a daddy again? You up to it brother?’
“I hope to God I am!”
Jon hugged Stacey.
“Congratulations honey.”
Dot and Rob stepped forward, congratulating the couple. Rob kept on pestering Dot, but she just ignored him or at least tried to.
Jon didn’t miss it and decided to explore further.
“Whassup Rob? I see you are giving Dot a hard time there.”
Dot slapped Rob.
“See what you did. Now I’ll never hear the end of this.”
Rob kissed his wife on the mouth silencing her.
“We are pregnant too.”
A silence fell over the sittingroom, the next moment everyone started talking all at once.
“Well fuck me!”
Richie was astounded, he stepped forward to congratulate Dot.
“Its all you fault Jon! Yu called this one!”
“No I didn’t, Romeo did.”
Cheyenne hugged her close.
“I’m so happy for you! How far are you?”
“Five.”
“Five weeks. Still early. You better look after yourself.”
Dot smiled as she shook her head.
“Months.”
As if in one voice all said “Months?!”
Jon stood up.
“Cant be Dot, you have never carried small. I see no bump.”
“Thats because you cant take you eyes of Cheyenne long enough to notice.”
Jon burst out, with everyone else. She turned to the side, flattening her sweater to her stomach to display the little bump.
Jon rubbed it gently.
“Aaahh now I see it. So you hid it from us?”
Rob smiled.
“We just wanted to get over the worse, but to be honest we only found out about two months ago, and let me be the first to tell you. Romeo’s wish came true. It is a little girl!”
Richie stood up, smiling as he saw Cheyenne and Jon walking hand in hand towards them.
Stacey gave Cheyenne a knowing smile and winked at Jon when his eyes rested on her.
Richie stood behind Stacey, pulling her back into his embrace he smiled as he announced.
“Stacey and I are gonna have a baby.”
Everyone congratulated them and Stacey basked in the attention, Richie held her close, holding her and kissing her as they go along.
“Hey! So the old man is going to be a daddy again? You up to it brother?’
“I hope to God I am!”
Jon hugged Stacey.
“Congratulations honey.”
Dot and Rob stepped forward, congratulating the couple. Rob kept on pestering Dot, but she just ignored him or at least tried to.
Jon didn’t miss it and decided to explore further.
“Whassup Rob? I see you are giving Dot a hard time there.”
Dot slapped Rob.
“See what you did. Now I’ll never hear the end of this.”
Rob kissed his wife on the mouth silencing her.
“We are pregnant too.”
A silence fell over the sittingroom, the next moment everyone started talking all at once.
“Well fuck me!”
Richie was astounded, he stepped forward to congratulate Dot.
“Its all you fault Jon! Yu called this one!”
“No I didn’t, Romeo did.”
Cheyenne hugged her close.
“I’m so happy for you! How far are you?”
“Five.”
“Five weeks. Still early. You better look after yourself.”
Dot smiled as she shook her head.
“Months.”
As if in one voice all said “Months?!”
Jon stood up.
“Cant be Dot, you have never carried small. I see no bump.”
“Thats because you cant take you eyes of Cheyenne long enough to notice.”
Jon burst out, with everyone else. She turned to the side, flattening her sweater to her stomach to display the little bump.
Jon rubbed it gently.
“Aaahh now I see it. So you hid it from us?”
Rob smiled.
“We just wanted to get over the worse, but to be honest we only found out about two months ago, and let me be the first to tell you. Romeo’s wish came true. It is a little girl!”
Chapter 387
Cheyenne couldn’t understand where he was going with this. She was still in shock and wanted to beg him to listen to her, but he wouldn’t hear any of it.
“ I told myself everyday that I could live with the knowledge of you and Richie’s affair. I even tried to convince myself that I could forget it, but the truth is I couldn’t, everytime I saw you two smiling at each other, touching each other I wondered. Would the attraction flare up again? I was wrong. I listened to my jealousy and not my heart. I made everyone’s life miserable. Blaming everyone. I’m sorry Rich, my friend. I should have known you would never betray me.”
Richie almost popped a vessel in his head when blew out his breath. He’s been holding it so long he felt faint.
“Did you hear our conversation?”
Jon nodded.
“The best eavesdropping I’ve ever done in my life.”
The two men, hugged each other. Standing like that for a while.
“I’m sorry Richie. I was a total fucking idiot.”
“I’m just glad this has been resolved.”
Richie turned towards Cheyenne. Hugging her briefly, leaving a kiss on her hair.
“You got your wish, honey. He believes you now. He knows the truth.”
He stepped back looking from Cheyenne to Jon.
“I’m going downstairs to make an announcement. I know you have to talk things through, but don’t be long ,k? I will be waiting for you two.”
Richie walked out but they didn’t even notice.
Jon’s face said it all. His clear blue eyes were filled with regret and anger. Anger directed to himself for being such an ass to so many people he loved.
Cheyenne had a vulnerable little smile on her face, her eyes were shining from unshed tears.
“How am I ever going to right this wrong, baby? I put you and Richie through hell, accused you of an affair. Oh shit what did I do?”
Her hand cupped his cheek.
“Just tell me you love me and that you know I will never betray your love and trust.”
His arms crushed her to him. He was silent but she could feel tears running down his face into her hair.
“I love you baby. I love you so much it edges on madness, obsession. Call it what you want. I will never ever doubt your fidelity again. I trust you with my whole heart, my life. I’m yours to do with as you see fit. You are my wife and I will do everything in my power to keep you happy. That is my promise to you.”
“Oh Jon! I love you honey!”
As answer he took her mouth, his tongue slipping gently, pouring all his love into that one kiss.
“I guess we should go and find out what Richie has to say.”
“ I told myself everyday that I could live with the knowledge of you and Richie’s affair. I even tried to convince myself that I could forget it, but the truth is I couldn’t, everytime I saw you two smiling at each other, touching each other I wondered. Would the attraction flare up again? I was wrong. I listened to my jealousy and not my heart. I made everyone’s life miserable. Blaming everyone. I’m sorry Rich, my friend. I should have known you would never betray me.”
Richie almost popped a vessel in his head when blew out his breath. He’s been holding it so long he felt faint.
“Did you hear our conversation?”
Jon nodded.
“The best eavesdropping I’ve ever done in my life.”
The two men, hugged each other. Standing like that for a while.
“I’m sorry Richie. I was a total fucking idiot.”
“I’m just glad this has been resolved.”
Richie turned towards Cheyenne. Hugging her briefly, leaving a kiss on her hair.
“You got your wish, honey. He believes you now. He knows the truth.”
He stepped back looking from Cheyenne to Jon.
“I’m going downstairs to make an announcement. I know you have to talk things through, but don’t be long ,k? I will be waiting for you two.”
Richie walked out but they didn’t even notice.
Jon’s face said it all. His clear blue eyes were filled with regret and anger. Anger directed to himself for being such an ass to so many people he loved.
Cheyenne had a vulnerable little smile on her face, her eyes were shining from unshed tears.
“How am I ever going to right this wrong, baby? I put you and Richie through hell, accused you of an affair. Oh shit what did I do?”
Her hand cupped his cheek.
“Just tell me you love me and that you know I will never betray your love and trust.”
His arms crushed her to him. He was silent but she could feel tears running down his face into her hair.
“I love you baby. I love you so much it edges on madness, obsession. Call it what you want. I will never ever doubt your fidelity again. I trust you with my whole heart, my life. I’m yours to do with as you see fit. You are my wife and I will do everything in my power to keep you happy. That is my promise to you.”
“Oh Jon! I love you honey!”
As answer he took her mouth, his tongue slipping gently, pouring all his love into that one kiss.
“I guess we should go and find out what Richie has to say.”
Chapter 386
He felt lightheaded and grabbed the doorframe.
This cannot be true! FUCK! I’m dreaming. I must be.
Richie’s height kept Jon from her view. They stood hugging each other for a little while longer.
“Aren’t you supposed to be on honeymoon?”
“I am on honeymoon. We are leaving tomorrow. Trying to get rid of me?”
“Never sweetheart! I love you too damn much!”
Jon didn’t know if he should crash their cosy little conversation and call them out for the bastards they were. Something held him back.
How the fuck could they do this? Why in the hell did she marry him if she wanted Richie?
The next question stopped his thoughts in their tracks.
“Are you happy with Jon darlin’?”
“Rich words cannot explain how I feel about him.”
Her voice was quivering as she spoke.
“I love him so much it hurts. He is my soulmate the love of my life. I don’t need anything but him. Only one thing is amiss...” her voice drifted off.
So is she telling him its over? He didn’t understand the direction of their conversation.
“What honey?”
“I just wish he would believe in my fidelity. I know he still thinks we slept together, and you know what? Its hurts like hell. The only reason why he believes the twins are his, is Mikayla’s resemblance to Steph. I wish there is a way I could tell him. There had never been anyone but him. I love him I will never betray him.”
Richie took her in his arms again, holding her, stroking her hair like he would a child. She hung onto him, letting him sooth her, trying to hold the tears in her eyes back. She didn’t need a million questions when she went downstairs.
He lifted her face upwards, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. A movement by the door drew his attention and he suddenly felt physically sick.
Cheyenne felt Richie’s body stiffened and that’s when she saw Jon in the door. His eyes were huge and he was clutching his stomach.
Cheyene jerked from Richie, a guilty flush creeping into her cheeks.
“Oh fuck. Jon wait let me explain. SHIT!! How do I do this...”
Cheyenne felt her legs turned to rubber when she saw the look on his face.
“Jon, honey let me explain...”
“No need to explain. I can make my own conclusions.”
“But you’re wrong. Please just listen.”
Jon stepped forward, color was returning to his cheeks but he still seemed upset.
“I came to the conclusion that I am a total fucking idiot who almost messed up a 20 year relationship and almost lost you and my kids. How could I be so blind?”
This cannot be true! FUCK! I’m dreaming. I must be.
Richie’s height kept Jon from her view. They stood hugging each other for a little while longer.
“Aren’t you supposed to be on honeymoon?”
“I am on honeymoon. We are leaving tomorrow. Trying to get rid of me?”
“Never sweetheart! I love you too damn much!”
Jon didn’t know if he should crash their cosy little conversation and call them out for the bastards they were. Something held him back.
How the fuck could they do this? Why in the hell did she marry him if she wanted Richie?
The next question stopped his thoughts in their tracks.
“Are you happy with Jon darlin’?”
“Rich words cannot explain how I feel about him.”
Her voice was quivering as she spoke.
“I love him so much it hurts. He is my soulmate the love of my life. I don’t need anything but him. Only one thing is amiss...” her voice drifted off.
So is she telling him its over? He didn’t understand the direction of their conversation.
“What honey?”
“I just wish he would believe in my fidelity. I know he still thinks we slept together, and you know what? Its hurts like hell. The only reason why he believes the twins are his, is Mikayla’s resemblance to Steph. I wish there is a way I could tell him. There had never been anyone but him. I love him I will never betray him.”
Richie took her in his arms again, holding her, stroking her hair like he would a child. She hung onto him, letting him sooth her, trying to hold the tears in her eyes back. She didn’t need a million questions when she went downstairs.
He lifted her face upwards, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. A movement by the door drew his attention and he suddenly felt physically sick.
Cheyenne felt Richie’s body stiffened and that’s when she saw Jon in the door. His eyes were huge and he was clutching his stomach.
Cheyene jerked from Richie, a guilty flush creeping into her cheeks.
“Oh fuck. Jon wait let me explain. SHIT!! How do I do this...”
Cheyenne felt her legs turned to rubber when she saw the look on his face.
“Jon, honey let me explain...”
“No need to explain. I can make my own conclusions.”
“But you’re wrong. Please just listen.”
Jon stepped forward, color was returning to his cheeks but he still seemed upset.
“I came to the conclusion that I am a total fucking idiot who almost messed up a 20 year relationship and almost lost you and my kids. How could I be so blind?”
Chapter 385
Jon and Cheyenne found a house full of people. The house was buzzing, kids running around, adults sitting everywhere.
Cheyenne couldn’t wait to see the babies and went straight towards the nursery.
Thats where Stacey found her.
“Hey girl!”
“Hey Stace.”
“They were little angels. Carol apparently woke up only once. Chey there is something I want to tell you before Richie blabbers it to the world.”
Cheyenne lifted her gaze, now curious.
“I’m pregnant.”
Cheyenne’s head whipped around.
“Oh my God! Oh my GOD!!! Stace!! When, how.... ?”
Stacey laughed as Cheyenne hugged her, the astonished look on her face was priceless.
‘Where? I guess at my place. How? I would have thought a woman with twins should know how...”
Cheyenne laughed, her mind was spinning.
“Oh you wise ass. I wanted to as you how far you were!”
“Eight weeks”
“Oh I’m so glad for you and Richie! How did he react? I guess he was over the moon!”
“Well that is an understatement if I’ve ever heard one. He almost crushed me to death and then swung me around like a mad man! By the way he so much as ordered you and me to get the wedding going. He doesn’t want his son to be born illegitimately.”
“Son?”
“He is so sure its a boy. So lets just humor him till the sonar tells him otherwise, k?”
They hugged again. Stacey sat with her for a while, just sharing the joy they felt in companionable silence.
“I’m gonna check up on Carol. She is a real busy body. Poor Violet doesn’t know what to do with her in the kitchen. So I’m gonna do my good deed for the day and save the poor woman.”
Cheyenne was still smiling after she put the twins to bed.
“I take it you heard the news?”
Richie was leaning against the door frame. He looked years younger and by the looks of it, it seemed like his smile was glued on.
She squealed when she saw him standing there.
He stepped forward catching her as she ran into his arms.
“Oh Richie I cant tell you how I feel!”
Jon heard the squeal coming from the room and took a few larger steps to see what the matter was.
A sinking feeling slowed his steps as he saw Richie leaning against the door. His feet got a life of their own and as he poked his head around the corner, he heard her words and saw her in his arms, her face lit as she stared into his face.
The breakfast they shared this morning worked its way up as she stood on tiptoe to plant a kiss on his awaiting mouth.
Cheyenne couldn’t wait to see the babies and went straight towards the nursery.
Thats where Stacey found her.
“Hey girl!”
“Hey Stace.”
“They were little angels. Carol apparently woke up only once. Chey there is something I want to tell you before Richie blabbers it to the world.”
Cheyenne lifted her gaze, now curious.
“I’m pregnant.”
Cheyenne’s head whipped around.
“Oh my God! Oh my GOD!!! Stace!! When, how.... ?”
Stacey laughed as Cheyenne hugged her, the astonished look on her face was priceless.
‘Where? I guess at my place. How? I would have thought a woman with twins should know how...”
Cheyenne laughed, her mind was spinning.
“Oh you wise ass. I wanted to as you how far you were!”
“Eight weeks”
“Oh I’m so glad for you and Richie! How did he react? I guess he was over the moon!”
“Well that is an understatement if I’ve ever heard one. He almost crushed me to death and then swung me around like a mad man! By the way he so much as ordered you and me to get the wedding going. He doesn’t want his son to be born illegitimately.”
“Son?”
“He is so sure its a boy. So lets just humor him till the sonar tells him otherwise, k?”
They hugged again. Stacey sat with her for a while, just sharing the joy they felt in companionable silence.
“I’m gonna check up on Carol. She is a real busy body. Poor Violet doesn’t know what to do with her in the kitchen. So I’m gonna do my good deed for the day and save the poor woman.”
Cheyenne was still smiling after she put the twins to bed.
“I take it you heard the news?”
Richie was leaning against the door frame. He looked years younger and by the looks of it, it seemed like his smile was glued on.
She squealed when she saw him standing there.
He stepped forward catching her as she ran into his arms.
“Oh Richie I cant tell you how I feel!”
Jon heard the squeal coming from the room and took a few larger steps to see what the matter was.
A sinking feeling slowed his steps as he saw Richie leaning against the door. His feet got a life of their own and as he poked his head around the corner, he heard her words and saw her in his arms, her face lit as she stared into his face.
The breakfast they shared this morning worked its way up as she stood on tiptoe to plant a kiss on his awaiting mouth.
Chapter 384
Jon woke up, feeling kisses up and down his body. He was a married man again! He lifted his left hand , staring at the gold band.
“Good morning, Mr. Bongiovi.” She was playing with his navel, her tongue darting in and out.
She could feel the stiffening of muscles between her breasts. Lowering herself even more, she trapped the twitching muscle between her breasts.
“Ooohhh. Good morning to you too Mrs. Bongiovi. Don’t I get a good mornin’ kiss?” He pulled her upwards, letting her body slide over his.
He waited just until she deepened the kiss and flipped her over on her back.
“My turn.” He flashed her his perfect white pearlies.
He snickered when he found her wet and ready. She snorted unladylike at him, trying to hide her embarrassment.
‘What? I’ve been helping myself to you for the last half an hour!”
“A job well done then, baby.”
He moved in between her thighs, seeing the excited flush creeping over her face.
He was just as ready and hard for her and he knew this was going to be a quick, hard ride for both of them.
Lust was written all over her face, mirroring his own.
He thrust into her hard, keeping himself still for a few moments to let her adjust.
Her body spoke to his and soon they moved together, riding the wave of pleasure, letting it crash over them.
“Ooh baby!”
Her legs clamped him to her, letting him feel her tightening.
He collapsed onto her, feeling drained.
“I’m hungry.”
Jon started shaking, laughing so hard.
“What so funny? Have you seen the time? Its past eleven!”
He lifted himself onto his elbows, squeezing her cheeks together, giving her a fish mouth.
“Oh pouty mouth! Jump in the shower I’ll order us something.”
“Joining me when your done?”
“When have I ever said no to a beautiful naked woman in my shower?”
A few minutes later he stepped into the shower. Her healing scars caught his eye.
The thin red scars covering her body reminded him how close he came to losing her. His hands traced the red marks, to Cheyenne it was just Jon exploring her body. To him it was a silent thank you for keeping her alive.
She realised after a while his thoughts were far removed from where he was at the moment and that’s when she realised he was tracing the scars absentmindedly.
“The doctor said it should fade with time. I’m using tissue oil to speed up the healing process.”
“ I don’t care about the scars, baby. The only reason why I would like them to be gone is for the simple reason, I want to forget what that bastard did to you.”
“It will always be there, Jon. There’s nothing we can do about it. We can just be thankful that I was spared to see my babies grow up and grow old with the love of my life.”
He took her in his arms, letting the warm water cascade over them for a while.
“Baby I thank the Lord everyday for keeping you and the twins safe. You are my life, without you there is nothing.”
“Good morning, Mr. Bongiovi.” She was playing with his navel, her tongue darting in and out.
She could feel the stiffening of muscles between her breasts. Lowering herself even more, she trapped the twitching muscle between her breasts.
“Ooohhh. Good morning to you too Mrs. Bongiovi. Don’t I get a good mornin’ kiss?” He pulled her upwards, letting her body slide over his.
He waited just until she deepened the kiss and flipped her over on her back.
“My turn.” He flashed her his perfect white pearlies.
He snickered when he found her wet and ready. She snorted unladylike at him, trying to hide her embarrassment.
‘What? I’ve been helping myself to you for the last half an hour!”
“A job well done then, baby.”
He moved in between her thighs, seeing the excited flush creeping over her face.
He was just as ready and hard for her and he knew this was going to be a quick, hard ride for both of them.
Lust was written all over her face, mirroring his own.
He thrust into her hard, keeping himself still for a few moments to let her adjust.
Her body spoke to his and soon they moved together, riding the wave of pleasure, letting it crash over them.
“Ooh baby!”
Her legs clamped him to her, letting him feel her tightening.
He collapsed onto her, feeling drained.
“I’m hungry.”
Jon started shaking, laughing so hard.
“What so funny? Have you seen the time? Its past eleven!”
He lifted himself onto his elbows, squeezing her cheeks together, giving her a fish mouth.
“Oh pouty mouth! Jump in the shower I’ll order us something.”
“Joining me when your done?”
“When have I ever said no to a beautiful naked woman in my shower?”
A few minutes later he stepped into the shower. Her healing scars caught his eye.
The thin red scars covering her body reminded him how close he came to losing her. His hands traced the red marks, to Cheyenne it was just Jon exploring her body. To him it was a silent thank you for keeping her alive.
She realised after a while his thoughts were far removed from where he was at the moment and that’s when she realised he was tracing the scars absentmindedly.
“The doctor said it should fade with time. I’m using tissue oil to speed up the healing process.”
“ I don’t care about the scars, baby. The only reason why I would like them to be gone is for the simple reason, I want to forget what that bastard did to you.”
“It will always be there, Jon. There’s nothing we can do about it. We can just be thankful that I was spared to see my babies grow up and grow old with the love of my life.”
He took her in his arms, letting the warm water cascade over them for a while.
“Baby I thank the Lord everyday for keeping you and the twins safe. You are my life, without you there is nothing.”
Chapter 383
Richie stopped in his tracks. His face turned into a funny grey.
Stacey jumped up, holding her hand up defensively as she went closer.
“Listen Richie...I” and that was as far as she got.
He had closed the distance between them, crushed her to him and kissed her mindless.
A while later they came up for air, both panting, he smiling and she still in shock.
His eyes were shining so brightly, it dazzled her.
“So I take it you are ok with this?”
“Ok? FUCK honey! I never thought I’d be a dad again! Oh my God I’m going to be a dad again!”
He scooped her up, swinging her in the air.
‘Woaaoh rock star. If you go on like this, you’ll shake the baby out!”
“Naaw he is a Sambora. Samboras are tough!”
He did stop his swinging though. An eyebrow flicked up.
“He?”
“Its a boy. I just know it.”
His big hand rested on her belly.
Tears rushed to her eyes. Thank God! He still wanted her and the baby!
“Yep, its a boy!” He nodded.
“Oh Richie!”
He heard the little twitch in her voice and he looked up. The joy on his face was indescribable.
“Aaaaw, sweetie. Why the crying? Hormones?”
She slapped him.
“No asshole! You don’t know how scared I was to tell you!”
“How long have you known this?”
“Bout 2 weeks now...” she refused to meet his stare.
“TWO FUCKING WEEKS!! I’m sorry darlin’. Dont mind me.”
He pulled her closer.
“Baby you don’t know how happy you have made me!”
She sniffed into his chest.
“Really?”
“Really, really, really.”
She laughed.
“The only problem is. Our son is not gonna be born out of wedlock. So honey you and Chey better get this wedding going.”
“You sure of this, aren’t you?”
“As sure as death, sweetheart.”
Stacey jumped up, holding her hand up defensively as she went closer.
“Listen Richie...I” and that was as far as she got.
He had closed the distance between them, crushed her to him and kissed her mindless.
A while later they came up for air, both panting, he smiling and she still in shock.
His eyes were shining so brightly, it dazzled her.
“So I take it you are ok with this?”
“Ok? FUCK honey! I never thought I’d be a dad again! Oh my God I’m going to be a dad again!”
He scooped her up, swinging her in the air.
‘Woaaoh rock star. If you go on like this, you’ll shake the baby out!”
“Naaw he is a Sambora. Samboras are tough!”
He did stop his swinging though. An eyebrow flicked up.
“He?”
“Its a boy. I just know it.”
His big hand rested on her belly.
Tears rushed to her eyes. Thank God! He still wanted her and the baby!
“Yep, its a boy!” He nodded.
“Oh Richie!”
He heard the little twitch in her voice and he looked up. The joy on his face was indescribable.
“Aaaaw, sweetie. Why the crying? Hormones?”
She slapped him.
“No asshole! You don’t know how scared I was to tell you!”
“How long have you known this?”
“Bout 2 weeks now...” she refused to meet his stare.
“TWO FUCKING WEEKS!! I’m sorry darlin’. Dont mind me.”
He pulled her closer.
“Baby you don’t know how happy you have made me!”
She sniffed into his chest.
“Really?”
“Really, really, really.”
She laughed.
“The only problem is. Our son is not gonna be born out of wedlock. So honey you and Chey better get this wedding going.”
“You sure of this, aren’t you?”
“As sure as death, sweetheart.”
Chapter 382
Stacey lay awake, staring at the darkhaired man sleeping so peacefully close to her. She touched him gently, smiled as his face turned towards her touch.
Concern came flooding back to her.
How was she going to tell him? How was he going to react?
A heavyhearted sigh spilled from her. She slipped from the bed, pulling on his oversized robe.
She was sitting there, trying to get the words together in her mind when she heard his sleepy voice from the bed.
“It’s cold baby, come to bed.” The way her shoulders slumped and the bow of her head, rang alarm bells in his head.
She hadn’t been herself today.
He padded over to her, the cold now the farthest thing from his mind.
“Stacey, honey. Tell me what’s going on. I’m really getting worried now!”
His hand engulfed her small ones and she sat there, staring at the contrast.
A cold feeling made its way through his veins.
“Stace look at me. Do you have something to tell me?”
Her eyes met his, she was nervous, he could tell.
His mind was screaming the reason for her nervousness, but he refused to accept it.
“Are you calling this thing off?” His heart was breaking and his breath was caught in his throat.
Silence.
She only stared at him, trying to get the courage to tell him.
He jumped up, pacing up and down the room.
“For fuck’s sake tell me!
She lifted her head, took a deep breath and let the words spill from her mouth.
“I’m pregnant.”
Concern came flooding back to her.
How was she going to tell him? How was he going to react?
A heavyhearted sigh spilled from her. She slipped from the bed, pulling on his oversized robe.
She was sitting there, trying to get the words together in her mind when she heard his sleepy voice from the bed.
“It’s cold baby, come to bed.” The way her shoulders slumped and the bow of her head, rang alarm bells in his head.
She hadn’t been herself today.
He padded over to her, the cold now the farthest thing from his mind.
“Stacey, honey. Tell me what’s going on. I’m really getting worried now!”
His hand engulfed her small ones and she sat there, staring at the contrast.
A cold feeling made its way through his veins.
“Stace look at me. Do you have something to tell me?”
Her eyes met his, she was nervous, he could tell.
His mind was screaming the reason for her nervousness, but he refused to accept it.
“Are you calling this thing off?” His heart was breaking and his breath was caught in his throat.
Silence.
She only stared at him, trying to get the courage to tell him.
He jumped up, pacing up and down the room.
“For fuck’s sake tell me!
She lifted her head, took a deep breath and let the words spill from her mouth.
“I’m pregnant.”
Chapter 381
“I meant to talk to you about it...”
“Later....I have something I want to do first.”
His big hands stripped her of all her clothing, leaving her gloriously naked.
He sucked in some much needed breath.
“Oh baby....”
She stepped forward, lay her hands on his shirt, he felt button for button slipping free, exposing skin bit for bit.
“I’m so used to seeing your chest open all the time, I think you look sexy as hell in a tux but I think I prefer you half naked.”
“and you under me, or above me....?”
“Whichever way...” a giggle bubbled from her.
Their mouths met, a slow drugging kiss turned into a smouldering white heat. Her hands stripped him hastily, needing to feel him pressed up against her, flesh against flesh.
A hand moved to her ass and with one fell swoop, lifted her up. Her legs closed over his hips, his huge shaft throbbing against her hip.
Her arms closed over his head, keeping him close to her lips, their tongues feeding from each other, stoking the fire they felt even more.
Richie gave two huge strides and heard her gasp as her back hit the wall. Her eyes flew open and found his eyes blazing into her face. Their mouths were glued together, refusing to let go.
Hard, calloused fingers stroke her soft skin, making her tingle all over.
Her hands were tangled in his hair, turning his perfectly hairdo into a sultry mess.
Two fingers touched her pulsing heat, making sure she was ready for what he was about to give her, she was so ready.
Richie shifted her slightly, lowering her onto his steel. He wanted to slam into her like crazy but he knew he was big and they haven’t made love in a while, so he wanted to make sure she got used to him gradually.
Stacey lost all train of thought as she felt him slip inside her, he filled her completely, pushing against spots that almost send her over the edge.
“Richiieeee.....”
“I know baby..I know...but I don’t want to hurt you....”
“It hurts when you don’t move..God please.....”
He took her by the hips lifting her, moving her up and down his shaft, grinding his teeth to remain in control.
She lifted his face towards her, licking at his jaw, sucking his lower lip to get his attention.
He opened his eyes.
“Faster baby..I want you to hit me hard.”
All restraints went flying at her desperate plea.
His head bowed lower, taking each nipple in his mouth sucking at them, nipping lovingly.
She was moaning in his hair, her hands tucking impatiently at it.
“Richie...I’m cummi.....oooohhh!”
He emptied himself in her, she was so damn tight and as her climax shook her she milked him mercilessly. He just couldn’t control it, but hell he didn’t want to either.
She held onto him as he walked towards the bed. She was so tiny in his arms.
Pulling the covers back, he lay her down, following her closely.
She got hold of his cross necklace, pulling him closer for a gentle, loving kiss.
“You almost killed me there Sambora.”
His teeth nipped at her earlobe.
“I told you we need to do this slow.”
“Your slowness almost drove me crazy, but your loving almost kill me.”
“Later....I have something I want to do first.”
His big hands stripped her of all her clothing, leaving her gloriously naked.
He sucked in some much needed breath.
“Oh baby....”
She stepped forward, lay her hands on his shirt, he felt button for button slipping free, exposing skin bit for bit.
“I’m so used to seeing your chest open all the time, I think you look sexy as hell in a tux but I think I prefer you half naked.”
“and you under me, or above me....?”
“Whichever way...” a giggle bubbled from her.
Their mouths met, a slow drugging kiss turned into a smouldering white heat. Her hands stripped him hastily, needing to feel him pressed up against her, flesh against flesh.
A hand moved to her ass and with one fell swoop, lifted her up. Her legs closed over his hips, his huge shaft throbbing against her hip.
Her arms closed over his head, keeping him close to her lips, their tongues feeding from each other, stoking the fire they felt even more.
Richie gave two huge strides and heard her gasp as her back hit the wall. Her eyes flew open and found his eyes blazing into her face. Their mouths were glued together, refusing to let go.
Hard, calloused fingers stroke her soft skin, making her tingle all over.
Her hands were tangled in his hair, turning his perfectly hairdo into a sultry mess.
Two fingers touched her pulsing heat, making sure she was ready for what he was about to give her, she was so ready.
Richie shifted her slightly, lowering her onto his steel. He wanted to slam into her like crazy but he knew he was big and they haven’t made love in a while, so he wanted to make sure she got used to him gradually.
Stacey lost all train of thought as she felt him slip inside her, he filled her completely, pushing against spots that almost send her over the edge.
“Richiieeee.....”
“I know baby..I know...but I don’t want to hurt you....”
“It hurts when you don’t move..God please.....”
He took her by the hips lifting her, moving her up and down his shaft, grinding his teeth to remain in control.
She lifted his face towards her, licking at his jaw, sucking his lower lip to get his attention.
He opened his eyes.
“Faster baby..I want you to hit me hard.”
All restraints went flying at her desperate plea.
His head bowed lower, taking each nipple in his mouth sucking at them, nipping lovingly.
She was moaning in his hair, her hands tucking impatiently at it.
“Richie...I’m cummi.....oooohhh!”
He emptied himself in her, she was so damn tight and as her climax shook her she milked him mercilessly. He just couldn’t control it, but hell he didn’t want to either.
She held onto him as he walked towards the bed. She was so tiny in his arms.
Pulling the covers back, he lay her down, following her closely.
She got hold of his cross necklace, pulling him closer for a gentle, loving kiss.
“You almost killed me there Sambora.”
His teeth nipped at her earlobe.
“I told you we need to do this slow.”
“Your slowness almost drove me crazy, but your loving almost kill me.”
Chapter 380
Richie and Stacey were the last to leave the reception. Richie wanted to drag her by the hair to any dark corner he could find and get this lust for her out of his system.
They haven’t seen each other for a while and he could tell she felt it too. But he felt obliged to stay with Jon’s parents till the end.
So it was a very happy Richie opening the door for her at the mansion. Stacey looked sexy as hell in her dress and he had this sinking feeling she looked beat. Hell with his luck she will probably fall asleep the moment they hit the bed. She was a bit quiet and reserved in the car. Just answering his questions and nodding at his incessant chatter.
He had this feeling she had something on her mind, what he wasn’t sure. He just hope to God Heather didn’t have something to do with it.
“What’s wrong, honey?”
He wasn’t sure but for a moment he could swear he saw a guilty flush on her cheeks. He had a few drink so maybe it was the moon and the few tots he had that played tricks on his eyes.
“Nothing sweetie. I’m just tired, its been a long day.”
Richie groaned dramatically.
She pulled him closer.
“Not THAT tired!”
Richie suddenly got very hasty, he almost dragged her upstairs to Stacay’s greatest enjoyment.
“Wooohaaaa cowboy. We have all night.”
He flashed her a gorgeous grin.
‘Precisely and the longer we take the less is left of the night. So get that sexy ass in here...NOW!”
“Oh my..yes sir!” She saluted him playfully, her worries gone for the moment.
She felt a hearty slap on her ass as she passed him. The door rattled in its frame and he almost broke the key, trying to lock the door.
“Oh..ok you mean business, don’t you Sambora?”
“Fuck honey call it what you want...”
Her hand dropped to his ridiculously tight pants.
“Poor baby...”
She rubbed over the huge bulge, feigning sympathy.
“That is not a baby sweetheart....”
“Well its almost the size of one...”
His cheeks were a bright red and for a moment Stacey thought he might took his bottom lips off. His face was a mixture between desire and hysterics. She always managed to say the darnndest things at the strangest times.
“For fucks sake, come here woman!”
She gasped loudly when she hit hard male chest. His hands were mauling her, but his mouth was unbelievable gentle.
“I could eat you. Darlin’ do you know how I’ve missed you?”
She chuckled against his lips.
“I think the evidence is easy to see.”
He gave her a guilty smile. His hands holding her face steady so he can stare into her expressive green jewels.
“I’m horny as hell, but its more than that. I want us to get married. I need you with me...all the time.”
They haven’t seen each other for a while and he could tell she felt it too. But he felt obliged to stay with Jon’s parents till the end.
So it was a very happy Richie opening the door for her at the mansion. Stacey looked sexy as hell in her dress and he had this sinking feeling she looked beat. Hell with his luck she will probably fall asleep the moment they hit the bed. She was a bit quiet and reserved in the car. Just answering his questions and nodding at his incessant chatter.
He had this feeling she had something on her mind, what he wasn’t sure. He just hope to God Heather didn’t have something to do with it.
“What’s wrong, honey?”
He wasn’t sure but for a moment he could swear he saw a guilty flush on her cheeks. He had a few drink so maybe it was the moon and the few tots he had that played tricks on his eyes.
“Nothing sweetie. I’m just tired, its been a long day.”
Richie groaned dramatically.
She pulled him closer.
“Not THAT tired!”
Richie suddenly got very hasty, he almost dragged her upstairs to Stacay’s greatest enjoyment.
“Wooohaaaa cowboy. We have all night.”
He flashed her a gorgeous grin.
‘Precisely and the longer we take the less is left of the night. So get that sexy ass in here...NOW!”
“Oh my..yes sir!” She saluted him playfully, her worries gone for the moment.
She felt a hearty slap on her ass as she passed him. The door rattled in its frame and he almost broke the key, trying to lock the door.
“Oh..ok you mean business, don’t you Sambora?”
“Fuck honey call it what you want...”
Her hand dropped to his ridiculously tight pants.
“Poor baby...”
She rubbed over the huge bulge, feigning sympathy.
“That is not a baby sweetheart....”
“Well its almost the size of one...”
His cheeks were a bright red and for a moment Stacey thought he might took his bottom lips off. His face was a mixture between desire and hysterics. She always managed to say the darnndest things at the strangest times.
“For fucks sake, come here woman!”
She gasped loudly when she hit hard male chest. His hands were mauling her, but his mouth was unbelievable gentle.
“I could eat you. Darlin’ do you know how I’ve missed you?”
She chuckled against his lips.
“I think the evidence is easy to see.”
He gave her a guilty smile. His hands holding her face steady so he can stare into her expressive green jewels.
“I’m horny as hell, but its more than that. I want us to get married. I need you with me...all the time.”
Chapter 379
He captured her lips with his own. She tasted her scent on his lips and it only made the hunger in her more intense.
His hands took hold of her, slipping it past her head, crushing it into the bed.
Her body was pulsing and she pushed her hips frustratingly into his. He do had denied her, her release and her body was screaming, begging her to relieve this discomfort.
Her eyes fluttered open, only to stare into dark firey pools.
Cool air hit her skin when moved away from her, her nerves was shot . Jon was playing with her, just as she played with him, the difference is he could drag it out longer, she didn’t have the heart.
She made herself a promise. Next time he was going to beg for release...she would make sure of that!
He flipped her over onto her stomach, his hands working up from her calves, slowly over her thighs. His hands kneaded her ass, marvelling at how curvy and beautiful she was. He had never liked a thin woman and Cheyenne was a dream come true.
Her back was as smooth as silk, her hair lay in disarray over her face and the bed.
She felt the snap of her bra gave way, she lifted slightly giving him access to remove the scrap of material.
His hand slipped lower, palming her stomach he lifted her off the bed.
She landed on his thighs, feeling his shaft poking her back. He was just as ready as she was, if he would just give her what she wants!
She relaxed against him, feeling the warmth and the frizziness of his fur. Her hands gripped the hard muscles underneath her to keep her boneless body steady.
His hands captured her breasts, moulding them to fir his palms, while his mouth nipped and sucked at her earlobe, she turned her head suddenly wanting to feel those lips against hers.
“I love the way your body melt into mine. We were made for each other, baby. You were meant to be mine for ever.”
His words set her alight, there was so much feeling in those words. It was so perfect.
His hand slipped in between her legs, searching for the nub and founding it easily.
He left small nibbles on her shoulders, his tongue laving where he bit too harshly.
Her hands took hold of his head, she needed to hold him close to her and this was as close as she could get.
Her body clenched in anticipation when he suddenly grabbed her by the hips, lifting her.
“Are you ready for the ride of your life, baby?”
“Pleaassseee!!!! Oooohhh Jon!”
He impaled her fully, feeling her slippery warmth, taking him in, squeezing him tightly. Her breath was knocked out of her the moment he slammed into her greedy body. The sensations were overwhelming. Her body took over and she rode him, his hands on her hips slowing her down when she went too fast.
“Slow down baby, I want to take you there slowly.”
“Jon...no...please...God!”
His head was spinning and he could feel the intense pleasure shooting from his shaft to the rest of his limbs. Her walls were pulling and pulsing around him and he knew she was about to explode. He let go of her hips, giving her full reign to ride him as hard as she wanted to.
The moment she felt his hands slip free , her hips slammed down, she needed to feel him hard and fast inside her. He had awoken this demon inside her and she had to rid herself of it.
His hands cupped her breasts, tucking slightly at her nipples, knowing that it would excite her even more.
The pleasure she felt was bordering on madness, the feel of his fingers playing with her nipples gave her that little shove she needed and she went over.
Jon captured her orgasmic scream in his mouth, his own body was pulsing, straining inside her tight walls, spilling his life giving seed.
She collapsed on him, her breathing laboured. He had more control of himself thanks to her early pleasuring.
He lifted from the bed, not letting her go as he lay her on her side, snuggling up to her from behind.
A smile played over his lips.
He toyed with her tonight, he won’t be surprised if he gets it back threefold.
He pulled her even closer, bending her pliant body so she could lay tightly in the crook of his body. She didn’t resist at all, just letting him move her as he desired.
His hands took hold of her, slipping it past her head, crushing it into the bed.
Her body was pulsing and she pushed her hips frustratingly into his. He do had denied her, her release and her body was screaming, begging her to relieve this discomfort.
Her eyes fluttered open, only to stare into dark firey pools.
Cool air hit her skin when moved away from her, her nerves was shot . Jon was playing with her, just as she played with him, the difference is he could drag it out longer, she didn’t have the heart.
She made herself a promise. Next time he was going to beg for release...she would make sure of that!
He flipped her over onto her stomach, his hands working up from her calves, slowly over her thighs. His hands kneaded her ass, marvelling at how curvy and beautiful she was. He had never liked a thin woman and Cheyenne was a dream come true.
Her back was as smooth as silk, her hair lay in disarray over her face and the bed.
She felt the snap of her bra gave way, she lifted slightly giving him access to remove the scrap of material.
His hand slipped lower, palming her stomach he lifted her off the bed.
She landed on his thighs, feeling his shaft poking her back. He was just as ready as she was, if he would just give her what she wants!
She relaxed against him, feeling the warmth and the frizziness of his fur. Her hands gripped the hard muscles underneath her to keep her boneless body steady.
His hands captured her breasts, moulding them to fir his palms, while his mouth nipped and sucked at her earlobe, she turned her head suddenly wanting to feel those lips against hers.
“I love the way your body melt into mine. We were made for each other, baby. You were meant to be mine for ever.”
His words set her alight, there was so much feeling in those words. It was so perfect.
His hand slipped in between her legs, searching for the nub and founding it easily.
He left small nibbles on her shoulders, his tongue laving where he bit too harshly.
Her hands took hold of his head, she needed to hold him close to her and this was as close as she could get.
Her body clenched in anticipation when he suddenly grabbed her by the hips, lifting her.
“Are you ready for the ride of your life, baby?”
“Pleaassseee!!!! Oooohhh Jon!”
He impaled her fully, feeling her slippery warmth, taking him in, squeezing him tightly. Her breath was knocked out of her the moment he slammed into her greedy body. The sensations were overwhelming. Her body took over and she rode him, his hands on her hips slowing her down when she went too fast.
“Slow down baby, I want to take you there slowly.”
“Jon...no...please...God!”
His head was spinning and he could feel the intense pleasure shooting from his shaft to the rest of his limbs. Her walls were pulling and pulsing around him and he knew she was about to explode. He let go of her hips, giving her full reign to ride him as hard as she wanted to.
The moment she felt his hands slip free , her hips slammed down, she needed to feel him hard and fast inside her. He had awoken this demon inside her and she had to rid herself of it.
His hands cupped her breasts, tucking slightly at her nipples, knowing that it would excite her even more.
The pleasure she felt was bordering on madness, the feel of his fingers playing with her nipples gave her that little shove she needed and she went over.
Jon captured her orgasmic scream in his mouth, his own body was pulsing, straining inside her tight walls, spilling his life giving seed.
She collapsed on him, her breathing laboured. He had more control of himself thanks to her early pleasuring.
He lifted from the bed, not letting her go as he lay her on her side, snuggling up to her from behind.
A smile played over his lips.
He toyed with her tonight, he won’t be surprised if he gets it back threefold.
He pulled her even closer, bending her pliant body so she could lay tightly in the crook of his body. She didn’t resist at all, just letting him move her as he desired.
Chapter 378
Jon could feel her eyes burning into him. He felt like a lamb being led to slaughter. Standing there exposed and at her mercy only heightened his excitement.
A hiss escaped him when her hands touched his back, she moved so quietly, he didn’t even realise she was that close.
She started her assault from his neck, the heels giving her the advantage to reach him easily. Her tongue worked magic all over him, his arms bunching as he tried to control himself from mauling her.
Her palms brushed over his back, gripping his ass suddenly squeezing it, hard. The action pressed him into the cold wall and the sensation of sudden coldness against his shaft caused a rumble in his chest to spill from his lips. Her mouth caused havoc on him as she trailed kisses all the way down his spine, working its way down to that ass. Her hands were stroking the back of his thighs now and Jon felt himself go even harder.
She stood up, her body sliding against him as she moved upwards. Taking his arms, she turned him around, her hands keeping it above his head, tightly against the wall.
He flicked his head forward, nipping at her lower lip to bring her mouth closer to him. His tongue plunged into her warmth, his tongue duelling with hers.
She broke the kiss, nipped him on the jaw, sliding downwards, keeping her gaze locked with his.
Her tongue darted out licking and sucking as she went down to his chest, she flicked over his nipples and a roar came from him, his chest pushing out to ensure a closer contact with her hungry mouth.
Her hands flattened on his abs as she slipped even lower.
His breath caught in his throat. His hands got tangled in her hair.
“Oh God baby, you are killing me.”
His body stiffened, waiting to feel her mouth on his most sensitive part. Warm, moistness closed over him and he felt ready to scream.
She took him deep into her mouth, her one hand cupping his sack while the other moving rhythmically.
He was losing control very quickly, his muscles were all tied in a knot, needing the release her mouth promised him.
“Oh God..baby!”
He shot into her mouth, emptying himself. She took it all willingly, licking his tip to rid him of any remnants. He pulled her up, backing her towards the bed, while his mouth fused with hers.
Jon had taken the control out of her hands and she gave it up gladly. The hunger in his eyes was replaced with a stormy determination.
A hiss escaped him when her hands touched his back, she moved so quietly, he didn’t even realise she was that close.
She started her assault from his neck, the heels giving her the advantage to reach him easily. Her tongue worked magic all over him, his arms bunching as he tried to control himself from mauling her.
Her palms brushed over his back, gripping his ass suddenly squeezing it, hard. The action pressed him into the cold wall and the sensation of sudden coldness against his shaft caused a rumble in his chest to spill from his lips. Her mouth caused havoc on him as she trailed kisses all the way down his spine, working its way down to that ass. Her hands were stroking the back of his thighs now and Jon felt himself go even harder.
She stood up, her body sliding against him as she moved upwards. Taking his arms, she turned him around, her hands keeping it above his head, tightly against the wall.
He flicked his head forward, nipping at her lower lip to bring her mouth closer to him. His tongue plunged into her warmth, his tongue duelling with hers.
She broke the kiss, nipped him on the jaw, sliding downwards, keeping her gaze locked with his.
Her tongue darted out licking and sucking as she went down to his chest, she flicked over his nipples and a roar came from him, his chest pushing out to ensure a closer contact with her hungry mouth.
Her hands flattened on his abs as she slipped even lower.
His breath caught in his throat. His hands got tangled in her hair.
“Oh God baby, you are killing me.”
His body stiffened, waiting to feel her mouth on his most sensitive part. Warm, moistness closed over him and he felt ready to scream.
She took him deep into her mouth, her one hand cupping his sack while the other moving rhythmically.
He was losing control very quickly, his muscles were all tied in a knot, needing the release her mouth promised him.
“Oh God..baby!”
He shot into her mouth, emptying himself. She took it all willingly, licking his tip to rid him of any remnants. He pulled her up, backing her towards the bed, while his mouth fused with hers.
Jon had taken the control out of her hands and she gave it up gladly. The hunger in his eyes was replaced with a stormy determination.
Chapter 377
Jon could feel her eyes burning into him. He felt like a lamb being led to slaughter. Standing there exposed and at her mercy only heightened his excitement.
A hiss escaped him when her hands touched his back, she moved so quietly, he didn’t even realise she was that close.
She started her assault from his neck, the heels giving her the advantage to reach him easily. Her tongue worked magic all over him, his arms bunching as he tried to control himself from mauling her.
Her palms brushed over his back, gripping his ass suddenly squeezing it, hard. The action pressed him into the cold wall and the sensation of sudden coldness against his shaft caused a rumble in his chest to spill from his lips. Her mouth caused havoc on him as she trailed kisses all the way down his spine, working its way down to that ass. Her hands were stroking the back of his thighs now and Jon felt himself go even harder.
She stood up, her body sliding against him as she moved upwards. Taking his arms, she turned him around, her hands keeping it above his head, tightly against the wall.
He flicked his head forward, nipping at her lower lip to bring her mouth closer to him. His tongue plunged into her warmth, his tongue duelling with hers.
She broke the kiss, nipped him on the jaw, sliding downwards, keeping her gaze locked with his.
Her tongue darted out licking and sucking as she went down to his chest, she flicked over his nipples and a roar came from him, his chest pushing out to ensure a closer contact with her hungry mouth.
Her hands flattened on his abs as she slipped even lower.
His breath caught in his throat. His hands got tangled in her hair.
“Oh God baby, you are killing me.”
His body stiffened, waiting to feel her mouth on his most sensitive part. Warm, moistness closed over him and he felt ready to scream.
She took him deep into her mouth, her one hand cupping his sack while the other moving rhythmically.
He was losing control very quickly, his muscles were all tied in a knot, needing the release her mouth promised him.
“Oh God..baby!”
He shot into her mouth, emptying himself. She took it all willingly, licking his tip to rid him of any remnants. He pulled her up, backing her towards the bed, while his mouth fused with hers.
Jon had taken the control out of her hands and she gave it up gladly. The hunger in his eyes was replaced with a stormy determination.
A hiss escaped him when her hands touched his back, she moved so quietly, he didn’t even realise she was that close.
She started her assault from his neck, the heels giving her the advantage to reach him easily. Her tongue worked magic all over him, his arms bunching as he tried to control himself from mauling her.
Her palms brushed over his back, gripping his ass suddenly squeezing it, hard. The action pressed him into the cold wall and the sensation of sudden coldness against his shaft caused a rumble in his chest to spill from his lips. Her mouth caused havoc on him as she trailed kisses all the way down his spine, working its way down to that ass. Her hands were stroking the back of his thighs now and Jon felt himself go even harder.
She stood up, her body sliding against him as she moved upwards. Taking his arms, she turned him around, her hands keeping it above his head, tightly against the wall.
He flicked his head forward, nipping at her lower lip to bring her mouth closer to him. His tongue plunged into her warmth, his tongue duelling with hers.
She broke the kiss, nipped him on the jaw, sliding downwards, keeping her gaze locked with his.
Her tongue darted out licking and sucking as she went down to his chest, she flicked over his nipples and a roar came from him, his chest pushing out to ensure a closer contact with her hungry mouth.
Her hands flattened on his abs as she slipped even lower.
His breath caught in his throat. His hands got tangled in her hair.
“Oh God baby, you are killing me.”
His body stiffened, waiting to feel her mouth on his most sensitive part. Warm, moistness closed over him and he felt ready to scream.
She took him deep into her mouth, her one hand cupping his sack while the other moving rhythmically.
He was losing control very quickly, his muscles were all tied in a knot, needing the release her mouth promised him.
“Oh God..baby!”
He shot into her mouth, emptying himself. She took it all willingly, licking his tip to rid him of any remnants. He pulled her up, backing her towards the bed, while his mouth fused with hers.
Jon had taken the control out of her hands and she gave it up gladly. The hunger in his eyes was replaced with a stormy determination.
Chapter 376
Jon surprised Cheyenne by taking her to a beautiful, intimate lodge for the night.
Cheyenne stared at the full moon showering the earth, turning it into a silver fantasy.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as she felt Jon coming from behind.
“So its only you and me now. I’ve wanted to have you all to myself the whole day, at last I do.”
His hands tangled in her hair, feeling him taking pin for pin out, setting her curls free to cascade onto his shoulder. His hands gripped a bit tighter onto her scalp, moving her head to one side so the soft flesh of her neck was exposed. The moment his lips touch her skin, her whole body swayed into him, surrendering to his sensual touching.
Her hands went upwards, capturing his head, drawing it closer for a kiss. His hands left her scalp, slipping down tracing the outline of her curves until it rested on her hips.
The kiss they shared turned them alight, their veins were burning with fire. Jon’s hands found the long zipper at the back, pulling it down slowly, Cheyenne felt the cool night air brushing against her skin.
“I love you in this, but it has to go...”
The dress fell heavily to the ground, taking her hand he helped her step from the huge mountain of silk lying crumpled at her feet.
The lingerie had his immediate attention and she smiled to herself. He was so predictable.
Rosy pink nipples teased him from see through lingerie, the matching panties giving him a taste of what he was getting tonight. Thigh highs were held up with silky garters and to complete the outfit, a pair of high heels.
She stood comfortably before him, letting him marvel at her seductive attire. Her hair fell way past her waist, the seductive look on her face stole his breath. She looked like an angel. Was that possible? An angel in drop dead gorgeous lingerie? Maybe he was losing his mind or maybe the stark whiteness of the lingerie and shoes brought and angel to mind. Well he wasn’t in the mood for an angel tonight and by the look on her face, she didn’t want to be one either.
Cheyenne stepped closer, opening each button one by one, staring at his chest then at his now dark eyes. Her hands slipped the shirt off his shoulders, bringing her closer to the warmth of his skin. A kiss found its way to his superman tattoo, she moved around him, placing a kiss on the other tattoo and coming to a standstill behind him.
Her hands came from behind, brushing the fur on his chest, the movement brought her closer to him and he felt her breast flattened against his back. Fingers flicked over male nipples, drawing a ragged breathy moan from his lips. Her palms flattened against his chest, slipping downwards towards his hard abs, abs moving faster as his breathing increased.
Her hands were trailing fire down his skin. His stomach was in a knot and he was hard as steel, making his pants extremely uncomfortable.
He gritted his teeth when her fingers started fidgeting with his zipper, she was planting soft kisses all over his shoulders, neck and earlobes while undressing him.
His member sprang free from its confinement, a relieved sigh escaping him. Cheyenne tucked on his pants, letting it fall to the floor. He rid himself of his shoe’s and socks and as he turned she stopped him.
“I’m not done yet.”
She led him to a wall, facing it she bend down, her hands touching his thighs, lifting his arms to steady himself.
“Spread em.”
She stepped back, her hands were shaking from excitement and her heart was making this silly flip flop in her chest.
There he stood, spread eagled at her mercy, the new wedding band caught the light and confirmed that he was know hers, completely. Delicious male flesh was at display. Dark tanned skin, stretched over well chiselled muscles. His back muscles contracted as he stood spread out against the wall. His insanely tight ass was a few shades lighter, but God what an ass! Thigh muscles bunched, sloping down to well build calves. He was hers to do with as she liked. Taking a deep breath she stepped closer.
Cheyenne stared at the full moon showering the earth, turning it into a silver fantasy.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as she felt Jon coming from behind.
“So its only you and me now. I’ve wanted to have you all to myself the whole day, at last I do.”
His hands tangled in her hair, feeling him taking pin for pin out, setting her curls free to cascade onto his shoulder. His hands gripped a bit tighter onto her scalp, moving her head to one side so the soft flesh of her neck was exposed. The moment his lips touch her skin, her whole body swayed into him, surrendering to his sensual touching.
Her hands went upwards, capturing his head, drawing it closer for a kiss. His hands left her scalp, slipping down tracing the outline of her curves until it rested on her hips.
The kiss they shared turned them alight, their veins were burning with fire. Jon’s hands found the long zipper at the back, pulling it down slowly, Cheyenne felt the cool night air brushing against her skin.
“I love you in this, but it has to go...”
The dress fell heavily to the ground, taking her hand he helped her step from the huge mountain of silk lying crumpled at her feet.
The lingerie had his immediate attention and she smiled to herself. He was so predictable.
Rosy pink nipples teased him from see through lingerie, the matching panties giving him a taste of what he was getting tonight. Thigh highs were held up with silky garters and to complete the outfit, a pair of high heels.
She stood comfortably before him, letting him marvel at her seductive attire. Her hair fell way past her waist, the seductive look on her face stole his breath. She looked like an angel. Was that possible? An angel in drop dead gorgeous lingerie? Maybe he was losing his mind or maybe the stark whiteness of the lingerie and shoes brought and angel to mind. Well he wasn’t in the mood for an angel tonight and by the look on her face, she didn’t want to be one either.
Cheyenne stepped closer, opening each button one by one, staring at his chest then at his now dark eyes. Her hands slipped the shirt off his shoulders, bringing her closer to the warmth of his skin. A kiss found its way to his superman tattoo, she moved around him, placing a kiss on the other tattoo and coming to a standstill behind him.
Her hands came from behind, brushing the fur on his chest, the movement brought her closer to him and he felt her breast flattened against his back. Fingers flicked over male nipples, drawing a ragged breathy moan from his lips. Her palms flattened against his chest, slipping downwards towards his hard abs, abs moving faster as his breathing increased.
Her hands were trailing fire down his skin. His stomach was in a knot and he was hard as steel, making his pants extremely uncomfortable.
He gritted his teeth when her fingers started fidgeting with his zipper, she was planting soft kisses all over his shoulders, neck and earlobes while undressing him.
His member sprang free from its confinement, a relieved sigh escaping him. Cheyenne tucked on his pants, letting it fall to the floor. He rid himself of his shoe’s and socks and as he turned she stopped him.
“I’m not done yet.”
She led him to a wall, facing it she bend down, her hands touching his thighs, lifting his arms to steady himself.
“Spread em.”
She stepped back, her hands were shaking from excitement and her heart was making this silly flip flop in her chest.
There he stood, spread eagled at her mercy, the new wedding band caught the light and confirmed that he was know hers, completely. Delicious male flesh was at display. Dark tanned skin, stretched over well chiselled muscles. His back muscles contracted as he stood spread out against the wall. His insanely tight ass was a few shades lighter, but God what an ass! Thigh muscles bunched, sloping down to well build calves. He was hers to do with as she liked. Taking a deep breath she stepped closer.
Chapter 375
The reception went by like a dream. Everything was just as Cheyenne and Carol had planned.
After all the formality was done, Richie took the mic again.
“I’m gonna ask the bride and groom to open the dancefloor now. Jon, Cheyenne....” Richie smiled at the couple.
Bryan Adams, When you love someone filled the air.
When you love someone you'll do anything
You'll do all the crazy things that you can't explain
You'll shoot the moon - put out the sun
When you love someone
You'll deny the truth - believe a lie
There'll be times that you'll believe
You can really fly
But your lonely nights have just begun
When you love someone
When you love someone you'll feel it deep inside
And nothin' else can ever change your mind
When you want someone - when you need someone
When you love someone
When you love someone - you'll sacrifice
You'd give it everything you got and
you won't think twice
You'd risk it all - no matter what may come
When you love someone
You'll shoot the moon - put out the sun
When you love someone .
Jon took his wife by the hand, led her onto the dancefloor. He held out his other hand towards her. She took his hand, her eyes held captive by his expressive blue eyes. She drifted into his arms and their bodies melt into each other.
“Have I told you, you made my knees buckle when you walked down that aisle today? ” His lips were moving in her hair.
“No, you didn’t.” She smiled up to the man she loved more than life itself, still not sure if all this was real or just a wonderful dream.
Couples started filling the floor and the evening flew by so quickly.
Stacey caught the bouquet and received a sultry look from Richie, filled with untold promises. As an answer he received a blushing but smiling Stacey.
Jon walked up to a chatting Cheyenne, slipping his arms from behind her, he whispered in her ear.
“Don’t you think its time to go Mrs. Bongiovi?”
His low throaty voice sent excited shivers down her spine.
“Uhuh. I’m ready.”
“Good...I want to take this dress off sloooowwwwlyyy. We have all night long”
“Woooaaaahh there stud. I haven’t danced with the bride yet!” Richie held his hands up.
‘Come on baby. Let have a spin on the floor before this man takes you home and makes you misbehave.”
“Make it quick asshole we have a honeymoon waiting...” Jon let Cheyenne go.
A slow lovesong came up and she walked into his arms. They have always moved well together and it sure got the guests’ attention.
“I want the next dance as well. I wanna make Jonny sweat... He’s so fucking horny right now. I have to make him suffer a bit.”
‘Oh Richie! You two! But I’ll humor you. I like to make him suffer too...just a little bit.”
The tempo of the next song changed and when Jon saw they had no plan to come back, he threw his hands up in the air. Richie burst out laughing, pulling a face at his friend.
“Rich you better catch me if I trip over this dress!”
“I’m right behind you darlin’”
Richie and Cheyenne gave Jon some display, their bodies strained against each other, Richie’s hand on her hip and her back pressed tightly against his chest. Richie’s other hand help Cheyenne keeping the dress up, making sure she doesn’t fall flat on her face, giving Jon and anybody interested a nice peek of leg.
The guests were clapping and whistling. Enjoying the obvious hard time Richie and Cheyenne were giving Jon. Jon smiled, leaning back enjoying the show. He new when he lost the fight, he lost it alright!
To everyone’s greatest enjoyment. Dave and Tico stepped in and kept her busy for a couple more songs. The guys were really trying to make leaving as difficult as possible. As the song drew to a close, Jon stepped up and whirled his bride into his arms.
Smirking at Tico. “That’s enough asshole. We want to get to the honeymoon part before we are old and grey!”
The guest cheered the groom as he danced with her towards the door. They stopped, waved at everyone and head out.
Carol was looking after the twins for the night. She was the last to say goodbye. Tears glistened in her eyes.
“Welcome to the family honey. I can see you make my boy very happy. I hope you two have a long and happy life together.”
“Thank you...mom.” Carol hugged her, holding her for a moment.
Jon embraced his mother. Mother and son shared and intimate moment without saying a word.
“Thanks mom, for everything....”
“You to be happy now. Go!”
After all the formality was done, Richie took the mic again.
“I’m gonna ask the bride and groom to open the dancefloor now. Jon, Cheyenne....” Richie smiled at the couple.
Bryan Adams, When you love someone filled the air.
When you love someone you'll do anything
You'll do all the crazy things that you can't explain
You'll shoot the moon - put out the sun
When you love someone
You'll deny the truth - believe a lie
There'll be times that you'll believe
You can really fly
But your lonely nights have just begun
When you love someone
When you love someone you'll feel it deep inside
And nothin' else can ever change your mind
When you want someone - when you need someone
When you love someone
When you love someone - you'll sacrifice
You'd give it everything you got and
you won't think twice
You'd risk it all - no matter what may come
When you love someone
You'll shoot the moon - put out the sun
When you love someone .
Jon took his wife by the hand, led her onto the dancefloor. He held out his other hand towards her. She took his hand, her eyes held captive by his expressive blue eyes. She drifted into his arms and their bodies melt into each other.
“Have I told you, you made my knees buckle when you walked down that aisle today? ” His lips were moving in her hair.
“No, you didn’t.” She smiled up to the man she loved more than life itself, still not sure if all this was real or just a wonderful dream.
Couples started filling the floor and the evening flew by so quickly.
Stacey caught the bouquet and received a sultry look from Richie, filled with untold promises. As an answer he received a blushing but smiling Stacey.
Jon walked up to a chatting Cheyenne, slipping his arms from behind her, he whispered in her ear.
“Don’t you think its time to go Mrs. Bongiovi?”
His low throaty voice sent excited shivers down her spine.
“Uhuh. I’m ready.”
“Good...I want to take this dress off sloooowwwwlyyy. We have all night long”
“Woooaaaahh there stud. I haven’t danced with the bride yet!” Richie held his hands up.
‘Come on baby. Let have a spin on the floor before this man takes you home and makes you misbehave.”
“Make it quick asshole we have a honeymoon waiting...” Jon let Cheyenne go.
A slow lovesong came up and she walked into his arms. They have always moved well together and it sure got the guests’ attention.
“I want the next dance as well. I wanna make Jonny sweat... He’s so fucking horny right now. I have to make him suffer a bit.”
‘Oh Richie! You two! But I’ll humor you. I like to make him suffer too...just a little bit.”
The tempo of the next song changed and when Jon saw they had no plan to come back, he threw his hands up in the air. Richie burst out laughing, pulling a face at his friend.
“Rich you better catch me if I trip over this dress!”
“I’m right behind you darlin’”
Richie and Cheyenne gave Jon some display, their bodies strained against each other, Richie’s hand on her hip and her back pressed tightly against his chest. Richie’s other hand help Cheyenne keeping the dress up, making sure she doesn’t fall flat on her face, giving Jon and anybody interested a nice peek of leg.
The guests were clapping and whistling. Enjoying the obvious hard time Richie and Cheyenne were giving Jon. Jon smiled, leaning back enjoying the show. He new when he lost the fight, he lost it alright!
To everyone’s greatest enjoyment. Dave and Tico stepped in and kept her busy for a couple more songs. The guys were really trying to make leaving as difficult as possible. As the song drew to a close, Jon stepped up and whirled his bride into his arms.
Smirking at Tico. “That’s enough asshole. We want to get to the honeymoon part before we are old and grey!”
The guest cheered the groom as he danced with her towards the door. They stopped, waved at everyone and head out.
Carol was looking after the twins for the night. She was the last to say goodbye. Tears glistened in her eyes.
“Welcome to the family honey. I can see you make my boy very happy. I hope you two have a long and happy life together.”
“Thank you...mom.” Carol hugged her, holding her for a moment.
Jon embraced his mother. Mother and son shared and intimate moment without saying a word.
“Thanks mom, for everything....”
“You to be happy now. Go!”
Chapter 374
There weren’t a dry eye in the house after the pair said their I dos. Richie had to rub the corner of his a few times too.
Everyone’s aaaawww filled the air as little Romeo came walking down the aisle, smiling brightly at everyone waving at all the familiar faces in the seats. The tail of his tux flipped cheekily behind him, only heightening the cuteness factor even more.
He stopped in front of his dad and Cheyenne, holding the little cushion slightly upwards, pointing to each ring as he spoke.
“Here you do daddy! This one is your ring and this one is Channe’s”
Jon ruffled his hair playfully.
“Thanks buddy.”
“Thank you sweetheart. You look mighty handsome!”
Romeo bounced forward folding his little arms around Cheyenne’s legs, well as far as the dress would allow anyway . Another aaaaaawww could be heard.
“You look mighty pretty too! Are you my other mommy now?”
Dot stood up but Cheyenne smiled at her, stopping her.
“I’m almost your new mommy. But we have to give each other the rings and then I have to kiss your daddy.”
Romeo’s loud eeeeeeewwww, had the guests in stitches. He turned away, happy with the explanation and ran back to Dot’s awaited arms.
Cheyenne turned back towards Jon. His eyes were glistening with unshed tears. That was almost her undoing. Not now..Cheyenne pull yourself together, you’ve come this far!
“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You can now kiss the bride.”
Jon’s hand shook slightly when he lifted her face towards him. The kiss was gentle and innocent to the onlookers’ eyes but seared the couple sharing the first intimate moment as husband and wife.
“Now you are mine... now and forever” his lips whispered against hers.
“Ladies and gentlemen I would like to present to you, Mr. And Mrs. Bongiovi.”
Everyone’s aaaawww filled the air as little Romeo came walking down the aisle, smiling brightly at everyone waving at all the familiar faces in the seats. The tail of his tux flipped cheekily behind him, only heightening the cuteness factor even more.
He stopped in front of his dad and Cheyenne, holding the little cushion slightly upwards, pointing to each ring as he spoke.
“Here you do daddy! This one is your ring and this one is Channe’s”
Jon ruffled his hair playfully.
“Thanks buddy.”
“Thank you sweetheart. You look mighty handsome!”
Romeo bounced forward folding his little arms around Cheyenne’s legs, well as far as the dress would allow anyway . Another aaaaaawww could be heard.
“You look mighty pretty too! Are you my other mommy now?”
Dot stood up but Cheyenne smiled at her, stopping her.
“I’m almost your new mommy. But we have to give each other the rings and then I have to kiss your daddy.”
Romeo’s loud eeeeeeewwww, had the guests in stitches. He turned away, happy with the explanation and ran back to Dot’s awaited arms.
Cheyenne turned back towards Jon. His eyes were glistening with unshed tears. That was almost her undoing. Not now..Cheyenne pull yourself together, you’ve come this far!
“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You can now kiss the bride.”
Jon’s hand shook slightly when he lifted her face towards him. The kiss was gentle and innocent to the onlookers’ eyes but seared the couple sharing the first intimate moment as husband and wife.
“Now you are mine... now and forever” his lips whispered against hers.
“Ladies and gentlemen I would like to present to you, Mr. And Mrs. Bongiovi.”
Chapter 373
Richie accompanied her outside, helping her with the huge white dress. Cheyenne’s photo session had started very early this morning and she knew it was far from over.
Carol and Stacey came out a while later. Stacey seemed a bit more herself and her makeup was flawless.
“Thank you. What would I have done without you?”
Carol squeezed her hand.
“Argh, that was nothing. It’s time to get you married to my boy. Are you ready to become Mrs. John Francis Bongiovi?”
Cheyenne could only nod. Her stomach muscles were in a tight knot and her throat suddenly seemed very dry.
Richie saluted the ladies and walked towards the aisle. Jon was standing at the altar. His shocking blue eyes reflected his emotional state. Richie had known him a lifetime. He could read him like a book. The nervous wringing of his hands was another sign. Yep, his boy was scared shitless.
He faked a worried look on his face and saw Jon shifting from one foot to another.
“What’s wrong Richie?”
“Uum bro. Dunno how to tell you this, but we cant find Cheyenne anywhere.”
Jon paled.
Richie snickered, slapping his arm playfully.
“Just fuckin’ with ya. She looks so fucking beautiful I asked her to marry me if she wasn’t too sure about you but I got the cold shoulder. You are doing something right there my brother and you better keep it up otherwise you’ll have to deal with me.”
If all eyes weren’t on them at that moment he would have knocked Richie’s lights out just there and then.
“Fuck Richie! You think it’s funny?” a relieved smile crept onto his lips.
“So you wanna tell me you hit on my woman and she pissed on your shoes. Good! As for doing something right? I’m just the luckiest bastard walking this earth my brother, but you can bet your ass I’ll look after her and if I don’t I give you permission to kick my ass from here to Cairo and back.”
“That’s a deal. Lets get you hitched...again.” rolling his eyes dramatically before they embraced.
The wedding march filled the air. Jon took a huge breath and turned towards the aisle. This was it. He was getting married a second time and by God this one is gonna last till the end. That was the last thought he had before he saw Cheyenne standing there.
Richie heard Jon’s sharp intake of breath. He couldn’t help but stare himself. Cheyenne was a beautiful woman but today she was simply overwhelmingly breathtaking.
The huge dress made it seem like she was floating and every breath was stolen as she moved down the aisle.
Cheyenne kept her eyes on Jon. He was a feast to look at. The tux fitted him perfectly, his hair moving slightly in the breeze. His eyes were such a clear blue she was sure she could see the color from where she was. A heartstopping smile played over his lips, making Cheyenne the envy of every woman.
Jon felt a jolt the moment his eyes fell on her. Holy God! Could one woman be so beautiful and this beautiful woman be his?
The moment her warm hand rested on his arm his smile almost went around his head.
“Hey baby, you ready to say I do?”
“Never been more ready in my life.”
Carol and Stacey came out a while later. Stacey seemed a bit more herself and her makeup was flawless.
“Thank you. What would I have done without you?”
Carol squeezed her hand.
“Argh, that was nothing. It’s time to get you married to my boy. Are you ready to become Mrs. John Francis Bongiovi?”
Cheyenne could only nod. Her stomach muscles were in a tight knot and her throat suddenly seemed very dry.
Richie saluted the ladies and walked towards the aisle. Jon was standing at the altar. His shocking blue eyes reflected his emotional state. Richie had known him a lifetime. He could read him like a book. The nervous wringing of his hands was another sign. Yep, his boy was scared shitless.
He faked a worried look on his face and saw Jon shifting from one foot to another.
“What’s wrong Richie?”
“Uum bro. Dunno how to tell you this, but we cant find Cheyenne anywhere.”
Jon paled.
Richie snickered, slapping his arm playfully.
“Just fuckin’ with ya. She looks so fucking beautiful I asked her to marry me if she wasn’t too sure about you but I got the cold shoulder. You are doing something right there my brother and you better keep it up otherwise you’ll have to deal with me.”
If all eyes weren’t on them at that moment he would have knocked Richie’s lights out just there and then.
“Fuck Richie! You think it’s funny?” a relieved smile crept onto his lips.
“So you wanna tell me you hit on my woman and she pissed on your shoes. Good! As for doing something right? I’m just the luckiest bastard walking this earth my brother, but you can bet your ass I’ll look after her and if I don’t I give you permission to kick my ass from here to Cairo and back.”
“That’s a deal. Lets get you hitched...again.” rolling his eyes dramatically before they embraced.
The wedding march filled the air. Jon took a huge breath and turned towards the aisle. This was it. He was getting married a second time and by God this one is gonna last till the end. That was the last thought he had before he saw Cheyenne standing there.
Richie heard Jon’s sharp intake of breath. He couldn’t help but stare himself. Cheyenne was a beautiful woman but today she was simply overwhelmingly breathtaking.
The huge dress made it seem like she was floating and every breath was stolen as she moved down the aisle.
Cheyenne kept her eyes on Jon. He was a feast to look at. The tux fitted him perfectly, his hair moving slightly in the breeze. His eyes were such a clear blue she was sure she could see the color from where she was. A heartstopping smile played over his lips, making Cheyenne the envy of every woman.
Jon felt a jolt the moment his eyes fell on her. Holy God! Could one woman be so beautiful and this beautiful woman be his?
The moment her warm hand rested on his arm his smile almost went around his head.
“Hey baby, you ready to say I do?”
“Never been more ready in my life.”
Chapter 372
Cheyenne stood in front of the mirror, turning to one side and then to the other.
Finally! Her wedding day.
Stacey was fussing around her, checking her make up, touching her hair, blabbering non stop.
“Stace, calm down girl. Everything is going to be just fine.”
“Shit! You are the one supposed to be nervous, not me. DAMN!!”
Cheyenne pulled her closer, hugging her to Stacey greatest horror.
“Your dres...”
“Shhhhh. Just stand still and breathe for a moment.”
A slight knock could be heard and Richie walked in.
Both woman stopped breathing for a moment, they could only stare.
“WHAT??!!! Is my fly undone? WHAT???!!”
Richie’s hand dropped to his zipper.
“Ok what the hell is wrong with me? My hair a little too wild...”
Stacey stepped forward, her eyes fastened on him.
“You look unbelievably sexy!”
A faint blush covered his cheeks.
“Oh..that..thanx.” He lifted his gaze.
“You looks so handsome Rich! You clean up real nice...” The dark haired giant stepped closer to the woman he had come to love so much.
“Honey you are gonna knock Jonny’s knees right from under him. God! You are a vision. You sure you wanna marry that fart? I’m dressed if you are not sure.” His mischievous smile draw a giggle form Cheyenne.
He lifted her hand, kissed it gallantly, pulling her carefully into a gentle embrace.
“HEY!!” Stacey tried to sound upset, but her sniffing got louder and louder.
“Rich. See what you did! My damn make up!”
“Sorry love, but fuck she looks gorgeous! “
“I...I..I.. know!” Stacey was now crying so hard, Richie started to panic, he took her in his arms, taking the tissues from Cheyenne.
“There there honey. You better stop crying now. The maid of honor cant walk down the aisle with red eyes and runny make up.”
Richie looked at Cheyenne. HELP was written all over his face. Cheyenne shrugged, she was at her wits end. Stacey was so emotional and she started to feel nervous herself.
Carol came rushing in, took one look at the situation and ushered the crying Stacey towards the bathroom.
“She’ll be ok in a minute. You and Richie go outside the photographer wants to take a few pictures of you two.”
Finally! Her wedding day.
Stacey was fussing around her, checking her make up, touching her hair, blabbering non stop.
“Stace, calm down girl. Everything is going to be just fine.”
“Shit! You are the one supposed to be nervous, not me. DAMN!!”
Cheyenne pulled her closer, hugging her to Stacey greatest horror.
“Your dres...”
“Shhhhh. Just stand still and breathe for a moment.”
A slight knock could be heard and Richie walked in.
Both woman stopped breathing for a moment, they could only stare.
“WHAT??!!! Is my fly undone? WHAT???!!”
Richie’s hand dropped to his zipper.
“Ok what the hell is wrong with me? My hair a little too wild...”
Stacey stepped forward, her eyes fastened on him.
“You look unbelievably sexy!”
A faint blush covered his cheeks.
“Oh..that..thanx.” He lifted his gaze.
“You looks so handsome Rich! You clean up real nice...” The dark haired giant stepped closer to the woman he had come to love so much.
“Honey you are gonna knock Jonny’s knees right from under him. God! You are a vision. You sure you wanna marry that fart? I’m dressed if you are not sure.” His mischievous smile draw a giggle form Cheyenne.
He lifted her hand, kissed it gallantly, pulling her carefully into a gentle embrace.
“HEY!!” Stacey tried to sound upset, but her sniffing got louder and louder.
“Rich. See what you did! My damn make up!”
“Sorry love, but fuck she looks gorgeous! “
“I...I..I.. know!” Stacey was now crying so hard, Richie started to panic, he took her in his arms, taking the tissues from Cheyenne.
“There there honey. You better stop crying now. The maid of honor cant walk down the aisle with red eyes and runny make up.”
Richie looked at Cheyenne. HELP was written all over his face. Cheyenne shrugged, she was at her wits end. Stacey was so emotional and she started to feel nervous herself.
Carol came rushing in, took one look at the situation and ushered the crying Stacey towards the bathroom.
“She’ll be ok in a minute. You and Richie go outside the photographer wants to take a few pictures of you two.”
Chapter 371
“When do I get a chance to say hi to the foxy lady?” Richie lopsided grin tucked at her heartstrings.
“Now, would be a good time.”
Cheyenne and Connor was swallowed up into his arms. He just stood like that for a few moments.
“You are one strong woman, honey! I’m glad to see you are ok. Everything is just going to be straightforward from now on. Hell we have to get you out of this bed as soon as possible, I didn’t go through a two hour gruelling fitting for nothin’!”
Cheyenne laughed gingerly, she didn’t want to hurt herself.
‘I’ll be there, nothing will keep me from that aisle. I have a mighty expensive dress to show off!”
“I like the way you think darlin’” Cheyenne felt a light kiss on her forehead.
Jon sat back and enjoyed the banter between the two. Richie always had this gift to turn a sombre moment into a relaxed, carefree moment, and for that he was so grateful for.
The next moment Mikayla held her hands out to her smiling mom. Jon’s eyes met hers and his smile stole her breath away.
“There ya go, sweetheart. She just needed to see her mommy’s gorgeous smile.”
Mikayla curled into her mother’s body, resting her curly little head trustingly on her mom’s chest, her little hands holding onto one of Cheyenne’s curls.
It felt like her heart would explode from all the love she felt at that moment. She was surrounded by people who loved her, really and truly loved her.
Connor’s little body was starting to lose its muscles too and Christie stepped closer, taking the sleepy boy from his mother.
“I guess that’s our cue to get our butts out of here. The Bongiovi babies need their beds and to be honest I could hurt a bed right now!”
Everyone said their goodnights and not longer after, Jon and Cheyenne were alone again.
“Aren’t you going home too? You need your rest too.”
“Dont you want me to stay with you?” His eyes were a brilliant blue.
“I’m so sure they might knock me out, so I wont even know you are here and besides I’ll feel better if I know you’ll be with the babies.”
His fingers traced the outline of her jawline, lifting it gently to place a warm kiss on her lips.
“Ok, I’ll go, after you’ve fallen asleep. I need to know you are ok to be alone tonight.”
Just as Cheyenne thought, they gave her medication to ensure a good night’s sleep. With a heavy heart he walked out to find Richie waiting for him in the car. It was going to be a long, lonely night.
“Now, would be a good time.”
Cheyenne and Connor was swallowed up into his arms. He just stood like that for a few moments.
“You are one strong woman, honey! I’m glad to see you are ok. Everything is just going to be straightforward from now on. Hell we have to get you out of this bed as soon as possible, I didn’t go through a two hour gruelling fitting for nothin’!”
Cheyenne laughed gingerly, she didn’t want to hurt herself.
‘I’ll be there, nothing will keep me from that aisle. I have a mighty expensive dress to show off!”
“I like the way you think darlin’” Cheyenne felt a light kiss on her forehead.
Jon sat back and enjoyed the banter between the two. Richie always had this gift to turn a sombre moment into a relaxed, carefree moment, and for that he was so grateful for.
The next moment Mikayla held her hands out to her smiling mom. Jon’s eyes met hers and his smile stole her breath away.
“There ya go, sweetheart. She just needed to see her mommy’s gorgeous smile.”
Mikayla curled into her mother’s body, resting her curly little head trustingly on her mom’s chest, her little hands holding onto one of Cheyenne’s curls.
It felt like her heart would explode from all the love she felt at that moment. She was surrounded by people who loved her, really and truly loved her.
Connor’s little body was starting to lose its muscles too and Christie stepped closer, taking the sleepy boy from his mother.
“I guess that’s our cue to get our butts out of here. The Bongiovi babies need their beds and to be honest I could hurt a bed right now!”
Everyone said their goodnights and not longer after, Jon and Cheyenne were alone again.
“Aren’t you going home too? You need your rest too.”
“Dont you want me to stay with you?” His eyes were a brilliant blue.
“I’m so sure they might knock me out, so I wont even know you are here and besides I’ll feel better if I know you’ll be with the babies.”
His fingers traced the outline of her jawline, lifting it gently to place a warm kiss on her lips.
“Ok, I’ll go, after you’ve fallen asleep. I need to know you are ok to be alone tonight.”
Just as Cheyenne thought, they gave her medication to ensure a good night’s sleep. With a heavy heart he walked out to find Richie waiting for him in the car. It was going to be a long, lonely night.
Chapter 370
Cheyenne eventually fell into a dreamless sleep, Jon’s heartbeating drone into her mind, his familiar scent lulling her into a relaxed state.
To Jon it felt like hours lying in this half sit position, he nodded off a while later, his head resting on hers.
Something woke him up, looking up he stared into the eyes of a nurse.
“I’m sorry to intrude, but the doctor asked me to let you know about Mr. Ketterson. He is out of surgery and resting comfortably.”
“Thank you, sweetheart.”
She stammered slightly, smiling as she made her way out of the room.
Jon could hear Richie coming down the hallway. He was talking animatedly with one of the babies and let’s be honest his voice could carry.
His dark head appeared around the corner. One baby on his hip and the other in Christie’s.
“Oops, mommy and daddy are snuggling up to each other. Not sure if we wanna see this, do we darlin’?”
Mikayla gave Richie a toothless grin as answer.
Connor’s babytalk woke Cheyenne right up.
“Slowly does it baby.” Jon supported her as she tried to sit her stiff, bruised body upright.
A hush fell over the room as everyone realised the extent of her injuries. Despite her ordeal she had the brightest smile, her arms outstretched towards the babies.
Connor immediately reached out to his mother. Mikayla was unsure of herself and clutched to Richie’s shirt. Cheyenne’s appearance was a bit more frightening to the little girl. Jon stood up and took her from Richie, he didn’t miss the hurt in her eyes when Mikayla pulled back from her.
“Hey, sweet girl. This is still your mommy. She’s just a little bit hurt right now, but she loves you and wants to say hi.”
She stared intently at her dad as if she listened to what he was telling her. Jon sat down next to Cheyenne, comforting the little girl as she watched her mom intently.
“Hey, babygirl. How ya doin’?” Cheyenne talked soothingly to her but
refrained from touching her. She will reach out to her when she’s ready. She was already eyeing her brother jealously, sitting on their mother’s lap, keeping himself busy with his little pudgy hands.
Christie caught her eye.
“Christie. I want to thank you for keeping the babies safe. Without you they would have been in real danger! Thank you!” Cheyenne’s voice was low and emotional.
The woman stepped forward, tears streaming down her face. She took Cheyenne’s hand , squeezing it tightly.
“No need to thank me. I’m just so sorry that I couldn’t do anything more for you. I just want you to know, that I admire your bravery. I will never be able to comprehend what you went through, but you are a courageous lady.”
To Jon it felt like hours lying in this half sit position, he nodded off a while later, his head resting on hers.
Something woke him up, looking up he stared into the eyes of a nurse.
“I’m sorry to intrude, but the doctor asked me to let you know about Mr. Ketterson. He is out of surgery and resting comfortably.”
“Thank you, sweetheart.”
She stammered slightly, smiling as she made her way out of the room.
Jon could hear Richie coming down the hallway. He was talking animatedly with one of the babies and let’s be honest his voice could carry.
His dark head appeared around the corner. One baby on his hip and the other in Christie’s.
“Oops, mommy and daddy are snuggling up to each other. Not sure if we wanna see this, do we darlin’?”
Mikayla gave Richie a toothless grin as answer.
Connor’s babytalk woke Cheyenne right up.
“Slowly does it baby.” Jon supported her as she tried to sit her stiff, bruised body upright.
A hush fell over the room as everyone realised the extent of her injuries. Despite her ordeal she had the brightest smile, her arms outstretched towards the babies.
Connor immediately reached out to his mother. Mikayla was unsure of herself and clutched to Richie’s shirt. Cheyenne’s appearance was a bit more frightening to the little girl. Jon stood up and took her from Richie, he didn’t miss the hurt in her eyes when Mikayla pulled back from her.
“Hey, sweet girl. This is still your mommy. She’s just a little bit hurt right now, but she loves you and wants to say hi.”
She stared intently at her dad as if she listened to what he was telling her. Jon sat down next to Cheyenne, comforting the little girl as she watched her mom intently.
“Hey, babygirl. How ya doin’?” Cheyenne talked soothingly to her but
refrained from touching her. She will reach out to her when she’s ready. She was already eyeing her brother jealously, sitting on their mother’s lap, keeping himself busy with his little pudgy hands.
Christie caught her eye.
“Christie. I want to thank you for keeping the babies safe. Without you they would have been in real danger! Thank you!” Cheyenne’s voice was low and emotional.
The woman stepped forward, tears streaming down her face. She took Cheyenne’s hand , squeezing it tightly.
“No need to thank me. I’m just so sorry that I couldn’t do anything more for you. I just want you to know, that I admire your bravery. I will never be able to comprehend what you went through, but you are a courageous lady.”
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The trip to the hospital felt like a nightmare that would never end. He couldn’t believe she had so much blood on her and were still alive. God what had she gone through? Why the hell did they leave, they knew he haven’t given up!
At least Mikayla and Connor were ok, Cheyenne had obviously paid for that sacrifice.
A shiver ran down his spine.
He was left in a private waiting room, feeling he was going out of his mind as time ticked by and no news from anyone.
He stared down and saw bloodsmears on his hands. Rushing out to wash his hands, he ran into the attending doctor.
“Mr. Bo..”
“Jon, just Jon. “
“Jon, Miss. Roberts is resting comfortably . You may see her now. She has lost quite an amount of blood. The stab wound missed all major organs, but we had to stitch her up. The wound on her throat wasn’t too deep and didn’t need anything except a good cleaning, the wound on her shoulder is luckily a flesh wound, and the long cut on her stomach shouldn’t leave a scar.”
“Oh thank God in heaven! There is one thing you haven’t mentioned, has she been raped?
“No. That was definitely in the perputrator’s mind, the bruises on her inner thighs were evidence enough, but there was no forceful entry or semen recovered from her. She is going to be bruised and very sore for the next week but she will recover completely. You can go see her now.”
Jon shook the doctor’s hand, grateful for his help and relieved to know that Cheyenne was at least spared from rape.
“Thanx Doc. Could you tell me how my bodyguard is doing?”
“They are in OR working on him, I’ll ask a nurse to let you know as soon as they hear anything.”
She was lying quietly, staring at the window when he walked in. She turned towards the footsteps and as she recognised him a vulnerable smile formed on her lips.
“Hey baby.” Words eluded him, a huge lump choked the words he tried to say.
“Hey.”
She lifted her arms slightly and he stepped forwards wrapping her gently in his arms.
She was so cold against him, God but she felt good!
A warm tear made its way into his shirt and his hand cupped her tangled curls, keeping her tightly against him, giving her time to let her emotions go.
Jon’s strong chest and steady beat of his heart made her realise she made it, she survived this horrific nightmare. Her hands clutched tightly at his shirt, she didn’t want to let him go, not yet.
The steady brush of his hand over her hair brought a calmness over her and her soft soundless crying turned into a rhythmic hiccupping.
His shirt was soaked and the butterfly movement of her lips against his skin as she hiccupped, made him thank the Lord for saving her. She was his life without her he was nothing but another celebrity looking for acceptance and love.
Her hands relaxed against him and for a moment he thought she might have fallen asleep. He moved backwards, but her hands tightened again and her soft plea made him stay.
“Lay with me, please. I don’t want to be alone right now.”
She moved slightly to one side, flinching as the tightly stitched wound in her side objected to the change in position.
She nestled against his shoulder, her injured shoulder slumped carefully over him, while her hand grabbed desperately at his hip.
There were so many things he wanted to know, but he would wait for her to speak to him about it.
“Did you see the twins?”
“Yes, baby they are just great. Thanks too you they are safe and unharmed. Christie is also ok. Richie will bring the twins a bit later so you can see them.”
“Thank you.”
Conversation was kept to the minimum, They just needed be with each other, drawing strength from each other, working through this nightmare that almost ripped them from each others’ lives.
At least Mikayla and Connor were ok, Cheyenne had obviously paid for that sacrifice.
A shiver ran down his spine.
He was left in a private waiting room, feeling he was going out of his mind as time ticked by and no news from anyone.
He stared down and saw bloodsmears on his hands. Rushing out to wash his hands, he ran into the attending doctor.
“Mr. Bo..”
“Jon, just Jon. “
“Jon, Miss. Roberts is resting comfortably . You may see her now. She has lost quite an amount of blood. The stab wound missed all major organs, but we had to stitch her up. The wound on her throat wasn’t too deep and didn’t need anything except a good cleaning, the wound on her shoulder is luckily a flesh wound, and the long cut on her stomach shouldn’t leave a scar.”
“Oh thank God in heaven! There is one thing you haven’t mentioned, has she been raped?
“No. That was definitely in the perputrator’s mind, the bruises on her inner thighs were evidence enough, but there was no forceful entry or semen recovered from her. She is going to be bruised and very sore for the next week but she will recover completely. You can go see her now.”
Jon shook the doctor’s hand, grateful for his help and relieved to know that Cheyenne was at least spared from rape.
“Thanx Doc. Could you tell me how my bodyguard is doing?”
“They are in OR working on him, I’ll ask a nurse to let you know as soon as they hear anything.”
She was lying quietly, staring at the window when he walked in. She turned towards the footsteps and as she recognised him a vulnerable smile formed on her lips.
“Hey baby.” Words eluded him, a huge lump choked the words he tried to say.
“Hey.”
She lifted her arms slightly and he stepped forwards wrapping her gently in his arms.
She was so cold against him, God but she felt good!
A warm tear made its way into his shirt and his hand cupped her tangled curls, keeping her tightly against him, giving her time to let her emotions go.
Jon’s strong chest and steady beat of his heart made her realise she made it, she survived this horrific nightmare. Her hands clutched tightly at his shirt, she didn’t want to let him go, not yet.
The steady brush of his hand over her hair brought a calmness over her and her soft soundless crying turned into a rhythmic hiccupping.
His shirt was soaked and the butterfly movement of her lips against his skin as she hiccupped, made him thank the Lord for saving her. She was his life without her he was nothing but another celebrity looking for acceptance and love.
Her hands relaxed against him and for a moment he thought she might have fallen asleep. He moved backwards, but her hands tightened again and her soft plea made him stay.
“Lay with me, please. I don’t want to be alone right now.”
She moved slightly to one side, flinching as the tightly stitched wound in her side objected to the change in position.
She nestled against his shoulder, her injured shoulder slumped carefully over him, while her hand grabbed desperately at his hip.
There were so many things he wanted to know, but he would wait for her to speak to him about it.
“Did you see the twins?”
“Yes, baby they are just great. Thanks too you they are safe and unharmed. Christie is also ok. Richie will bring the twins a bit later so you can see them.”
“Thank you.”
Conversation was kept to the minimum, They just needed be with each other, drawing strength from each other, working through this nightmare that almost ripped them from each others’ lives.
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Richie’s surprised cry jerked Jon back to reality. He followed Richie’s voice towards the study.
Joe was lying on a stretcher, paramedics working frantically to minimize the blood loss.
A weak smile played over his face as he saw his employer’s face.
“I got him, Jon. Just....just as I promised.”
“You did good, Joe.” Jon squeezed the injured man’s hand.
“I came back early...but he was already in the house.” A cough racked through his body, leaving him breathless.
“Where is Cheyenne?”
“Im sorry sir but we have to go.”
“Where is my fiancé?”
His voice bordered now on hysteria.
They whisked him away so quickly, Jon couldn’t catch his answer.
“Sir?”
Jon turned.
“Could you come with me please.”
He wanted to run, wanted to stay, not sure what he wanted to do. His mind was so clouded he didn’t even ask the man what it is was about. He followed the officer like a lamb to slaughter.
He was led to the outside to an ambulance. Richie was right beside him.
A paramedic was blocking his view but he knew before he even saw her. The woman moved away when she realised Jon and Richie was standing there.
The bloodied sight of Cheyenne ripped cries of shock and disbelief from the men. She was lying deathly still, but from the steady beep of the machine they knew she was alive. Another paramedic was administering oxygen to the still form, a worried look on his face.
“Im going with her.”
Richie patted Jon on the back.
“Be strong my brother. I’m going to stay here with the babies. I’ll see you later at the hospital,k?”
Jon just nodded, words eluded him as his eyes were trained on the love of his life.
Jon scooted over, sitting next to her bed. He took her cold bloodied hand and stared at the paramedic.
“How bad is it? There is blood all over.”
“Our greatest concern is her blood loss and the stab wound in her stomach. We wont know how deep the stab wound is until we get to the hospital. She has a fleshwound on her shoulder, a cut from her collarbone to her navel and another on her throat.”
Nick’s gaping wound swam into Jon’s mind and he shuddered. He licked his lips, bracing himself for the answer he was too afraid to ask, but knew he had to.
“Was she raped?” His voice was so low, the man had to leaned closer to hear the question.
“Unfotunately we will only be able to check for that in the hospital, sir.”
“Is there signs? For God’s sake you’ve seen shit like this before?”
“Her underwear was forcefully removed and her clothes was cut away, but I really wont be able to say, I’m sorry.”
Joe was lying on a stretcher, paramedics working frantically to minimize the blood loss.
A weak smile played over his face as he saw his employer’s face.
“I got him, Jon. Just....just as I promised.”
“You did good, Joe.” Jon squeezed the injured man’s hand.
“I came back early...but he was already in the house.” A cough racked through his body, leaving him breathless.
“Where is Cheyenne?”
“Im sorry sir but we have to go.”
“Where is my fiancé?”
His voice bordered now on hysteria.
They whisked him away so quickly, Jon couldn’t catch his answer.
“Sir?”
Jon turned.
“Could you come with me please.”
He wanted to run, wanted to stay, not sure what he wanted to do. His mind was so clouded he didn’t even ask the man what it is was about. He followed the officer like a lamb to slaughter.
He was led to the outside to an ambulance. Richie was right beside him.
A paramedic was blocking his view but he knew before he even saw her. The woman moved away when she realised Jon and Richie was standing there.
The bloodied sight of Cheyenne ripped cries of shock and disbelief from the men. She was lying deathly still, but from the steady beep of the machine they knew she was alive. Another paramedic was administering oxygen to the still form, a worried look on his face.
“Im going with her.”
Richie patted Jon on the back.
“Be strong my brother. I’m going to stay here with the babies. I’ll see you later at the hospital,k?”
Jon just nodded, words eluded him as his eyes were trained on the love of his life.
Jon scooted over, sitting next to her bed. He took her cold bloodied hand and stared at the paramedic.
“How bad is it? There is blood all over.”
“Our greatest concern is her blood loss and the stab wound in her stomach. We wont know how deep the stab wound is until we get to the hospital. She has a fleshwound on her shoulder, a cut from her collarbone to her navel and another on her throat.”
Nick’s gaping wound swam into Jon’s mind and he shuddered. He licked his lips, bracing himself for the answer he was too afraid to ask, but knew he had to.
“Was she raped?” His voice was so low, the man had to leaned closer to hear the question.
“Unfotunately we will only be able to check for that in the hospital, sir.”
“Is there signs? For God’s sake you’ve seen shit like this before?”
“Her underwear was forcefully removed and her clothes was cut away, but I really wont be able to say, I’m sorry.”
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Richie was right behind Jon when he heard a ragged cry tearing from Jon.
“Oh God!”
Richie gripped his brother’s arm, the bodybag on the stretcher almost stopped their hearts.
Jon stepped forward, his hand shaking violently as he reached for the zipper.
“Sir...”
His blue eyes whipped up, staring at the owner of the voice.
“I just want to warn you. It’s not a pretty sight.”
Jon unzipped it so slowly, Richie almost felt the need to do it for him.
The lifeless eyes of Nick stared at the ceiling. The gaping wound at his throat shocked the men even more.
“Oh fuck...”
Jon’s knees buckled and Richie grabbed him, steadying him.
“Its not her, its not her.....” Jon mumbled over and over.
“It ok.....we’ll find her. She’s gonna be ok.”
Richie tried to convince himself more. After he saw the violent way Nick died, he started to feel panicky and hysteria was simmering just below the surface.
Christie came down, holding one baby and a police officer the other.
She was sobbing violently and when she saw the two men standing there she started apologising profusely.
“I’m so sorry I couldn’t do more! I locked the door just as Cheyenne told me to, but he cut the lines. I couldn’t call anyone. I could hear her screams...I’m so sorry.”
Jon’s mind was in a rush. This couldn’t be happening! The babies were safe. What the fuck happened here? Where is she? Heard her screams? What did the bastard do to her?
Jon turned and grabbed the nearest police officer by the shirt.
“Where is he?”
“Please sir...”
“Dont fucking please sir me. Where is the bastard?”
“This way.”
The kitchen was in an even bigger mess. It looked like something was slaughtered in there.
At that moment Jon thought that he had never in his life seen a better sight than the one right in front of him.
Mark’s body lay quietly on the tiled floor. A hole could be seen in his back. The bastard was dead.
“Take that piece of shit out of my house.”
The inspector nodded silently, gesturing to the paramedics to remove the body.
“Oh God!”
Richie gripped his brother’s arm, the bodybag on the stretcher almost stopped their hearts.
Jon stepped forward, his hand shaking violently as he reached for the zipper.
“Sir...”
His blue eyes whipped up, staring at the owner of the voice.
“I just want to warn you. It’s not a pretty sight.”
Jon unzipped it so slowly, Richie almost felt the need to do it for him.
The lifeless eyes of Nick stared at the ceiling. The gaping wound at his throat shocked the men even more.
“Oh fuck...”
Jon’s knees buckled and Richie grabbed him, steadying him.
“Its not her, its not her.....” Jon mumbled over and over.
“It ok.....we’ll find her. She’s gonna be ok.”
Richie tried to convince himself more. After he saw the violent way Nick died, he started to feel panicky and hysteria was simmering just below the surface.
Christie came down, holding one baby and a police officer the other.
She was sobbing violently and when she saw the two men standing there she started apologising profusely.
“I’m so sorry I couldn’t do more! I locked the door just as Cheyenne told me to, but he cut the lines. I couldn’t call anyone. I could hear her screams...I’m so sorry.”
Jon’s mind was in a rush. This couldn’t be happening! The babies were safe. What the fuck happened here? Where is she? Heard her screams? What did the bastard do to her?
Jon turned and grabbed the nearest police officer by the shirt.
“Where is he?”
“Please sir...”
“Dont fucking please sir me. Where is the bastard?”
“This way.”
The kitchen was in an even bigger mess. It looked like something was slaughtered in there.
At that moment Jon thought that he had never in his life seen a better sight than the one right in front of him.
Mark’s body lay quietly on the tiled floor. A hole could be seen in his back. The bastard was dead.
“Take that piece of shit out of my house.”
The inspector nodded silently, gesturing to the paramedics to remove the body.
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For a moment Cheyenne thought she’d died. A burning sensation in her shoulder told her otherwise. Dead people aren’t supposed to feel pain.
A strange gagging noise reached her ears. Mark’s face was contracted in a painful expression. A dark circle widened on his chest, Mark looked down at the bright redness pooling on his chest, then back at Cheyenne.
His knees gave way and he fell face first on the hard kitchen floor. His body twitched a few times, the life pouring from him, fighting its way out his throat. Then nothing...
Joe stood in the doorway, pain turning his face to an ashen color. His arm fell to his side, the gun pointing towards the floor.
Something made her jump up, the idea that she was still alive or adrenalin, she wasn’t sure of but she reached him just as he sagged forward.
She would never be able to explain where she got the strength but her body took the full blow as the mountain of a man leaned onto her.
“Its over.”
“Yes, its is. Now don’t talk, ok? Save your strength. Let me get you to a couch, so I can call the police, ok?”
“My...cellphone is in my pocket....”
Joe almost fell onto the couch, the blood on his side pooling even more. His breathing was laboured and his voice but a whisper.
Her fingers found the cellphone in his pocket.
By the time she finished the call. Joe was deathly still.
A light touch from her, stirred him slightly and she breathed a sigh of relieve. At least he was still alive! Thank God.
Mark was dead. He was no longer a threat to her or her family.
It was the last conscious thought she had before she felt herself sway into oblivion.
**
“Oh God in heaven. What happened here?”
The sound coming from Jon’s throat was a mixture of terror and helplessness.
“The fucking bastard was here! Dont worry bro Im sure everything is ok. “
Blue eyes met brown eyes. They both knew he didn’t sound very convincing.
Police cars , emergency cars and ambulance lights, lit the dark night. People were rushing to and thro.
The car skidded to a halt. Jon and Richie jumped out of the car. Their feet carried them as fast as humanly possible .
Jon could feel the breath been squeezed from his lungs, his heart pounding in his chest.
“What the fuck happened here. Let me in!”
The policeman moved away just in time. The two men stormed past him.
The house had the nauseating smell of blood.
“Cheyenne! Nick!”
Pools of blood covered the floors. Jon felt faint for a moment. Horrific thoughts flashed through his mind.
“CHEYENNNEEEE!!!!! Please God answer me, where are you baby?”
Richie could see that Jon was on the brink of a nervous breakdown. Fuck his own stomach was somewhere between here and where the car was parked outside. Richie looked down at his hands, they were shaking, shaking really badly.
A strange gagging noise reached her ears. Mark’s face was contracted in a painful expression. A dark circle widened on his chest, Mark looked down at the bright redness pooling on his chest, then back at Cheyenne.
His knees gave way and he fell face first on the hard kitchen floor. His body twitched a few times, the life pouring from him, fighting its way out his throat. Then nothing...
Joe stood in the doorway, pain turning his face to an ashen color. His arm fell to his side, the gun pointing towards the floor.
Something made her jump up, the idea that she was still alive or adrenalin, she wasn’t sure of but she reached him just as he sagged forward.
She would never be able to explain where she got the strength but her body took the full blow as the mountain of a man leaned onto her.
“Its over.”
“Yes, its is. Now don’t talk, ok? Save your strength. Let me get you to a couch, so I can call the police, ok?”
“My...cellphone is in my pocket....”
Joe almost fell onto the couch, the blood on his side pooling even more. His breathing was laboured and his voice but a whisper.
Her fingers found the cellphone in his pocket.
By the time she finished the call. Joe was deathly still.
A light touch from her, stirred him slightly and she breathed a sigh of relieve. At least he was still alive! Thank God.
Mark was dead. He was no longer a threat to her or her family.
It was the last conscious thought she had before she felt herself sway into oblivion.
**
“Oh God in heaven. What happened here?”
The sound coming from Jon’s throat was a mixture of terror and helplessness.
“The fucking bastard was here! Dont worry bro Im sure everything is ok. “
Blue eyes met brown eyes. They both knew he didn’t sound very convincing.
Police cars , emergency cars and ambulance lights, lit the dark night. People were rushing to and thro.
The car skidded to a halt. Jon and Richie jumped out of the car. Their feet carried them as fast as humanly possible .
Jon could feel the breath been squeezed from his lungs, his heart pounding in his chest.
“What the fuck happened here. Let me in!”
The policeman moved away just in time. The two men stormed past him.
The house had the nauseating smell of blood.
“Cheyenne! Nick!”
Pools of blood covered the floors. Jon felt faint for a moment. Horrific thoughts flashed through his mind.
“CHEYENNNEEEE!!!!! Please God answer me, where are you baby?”
Richie could see that Jon was on the brink of a nervous breakdown. Fuck his own stomach was somewhere between here and where the car was parked outside. Richie looked down at his hands, they were shaking, shaking really badly.
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The knife rested at her navel and suddenly it sliced into her flesh. A scream filled the air as pain shot through her.
“If you wont fight me, I’ll just have to make you scream then.”
The knife was pulled from the wound, letting the blood run freely from the cut.
Excitement shone in his eyes when he saw pain flashing in her face.
Through the haze of pain she realised Mark had undone his pants, ripped her panties from her and opened her legs for his onslaught.
“I will not do that if I was you.”
Mark’s gasp whipped through the air, his body stiffened as the voice behind him caught him off guard.
Joe stood a few feet away, his gun firmly pointed at Mark.
Mark sat frozen for a moment, lifting his hands into the air, letting the knife fall noisily to the floor.
A calculating look in his eyes turned her blood to ice. Mark stood up slowly, his gaze never leaving Cheyenne’s, a horrible sneer on his lips.
She saw it too late.
“JOE!”
Everything happened in slow motion. Mark pulled out the gun, the shot rang in the air. Joe’s gun went off but it was Mark’s bullet that hit it’s mark. Joe fell back into a heap.
All she could remember was Joe falling, the knife next to her and the feeling as the knife met muscle and the groan that followed.
Mark clutched at his leg, the handle of the knife the only thing visible from his leg. Blood gushed from it and Cheyenne jumped up.
She reached the kitchen and felt something slippery underneath her feet. She lost her balance and fell to the floor. Nick was lying in a pool of blood, his eyes staring lifelessly at the ceiling.
“Oh my God! Nick! Oh my God. NO!”
His throat was slid from ear to ear, the horrible gaping wound the obvious cause of his horrific demise.
Pain sliced through her and she gripped her side, blood was gushing from the wound and the bloodloss started to take its toll.
I have to get out of here! I have to get someone’s attention!
A shadow fell over her and she lifted her eyes, only to meet cold, crazed eyes.
Mark stood over her, one hand clutching his leg , the other had the gun pointed straight at her face.
The click of the gun sounded like a loud clap in her ears.
“I should have finished you off when I walked into this fucking house. This time I wont make that mistake again. I want you to die with this knowledge. I will take that fucking brats and slice their throats and watch them die slowly.”
Cheyenne closed her eyes and started to pray. If she has to die for this to stop so be it.
But please God spare my babies.
A shot rang through the air.
“If you wont fight me, I’ll just have to make you scream then.”
The knife was pulled from the wound, letting the blood run freely from the cut.
Excitement shone in his eyes when he saw pain flashing in her face.
Through the haze of pain she realised Mark had undone his pants, ripped her panties from her and opened her legs for his onslaught.
“I will not do that if I was you.”
Mark’s gasp whipped through the air, his body stiffened as the voice behind him caught him off guard.
Joe stood a few feet away, his gun firmly pointed at Mark.
Mark sat frozen for a moment, lifting his hands into the air, letting the knife fall noisily to the floor.
A calculating look in his eyes turned her blood to ice. Mark stood up slowly, his gaze never leaving Cheyenne’s, a horrible sneer on his lips.
She saw it too late.
“JOE!”
Everything happened in slow motion. Mark pulled out the gun, the shot rang in the air. Joe’s gun went off but it was Mark’s bullet that hit it’s mark. Joe fell back into a heap.
All she could remember was Joe falling, the knife next to her and the feeling as the knife met muscle and the groan that followed.
Mark clutched at his leg, the handle of the knife the only thing visible from his leg. Blood gushed from it and Cheyenne jumped up.
She reached the kitchen and felt something slippery underneath her feet. She lost her balance and fell to the floor. Nick was lying in a pool of blood, his eyes staring lifelessly at the ceiling.
“Oh my God! Nick! Oh my God. NO!”
His throat was slid from ear to ear, the horrible gaping wound the obvious cause of his horrific demise.
Pain sliced through her and she gripped her side, blood was gushing from the wound and the bloodloss started to take its toll.
I have to get out of here! I have to get someone’s attention!
A shadow fell over her and she lifted her eyes, only to meet cold, crazed eyes.
Mark stood over her, one hand clutching his leg , the other had the gun pointed straight at her face.
The click of the gun sounded like a loud clap in her ears.
“I should have finished you off when I walked into this fucking house. This time I wont make that mistake again. I want you to die with this knowledge. I will take that fucking brats and slice their throats and watch them die slowly.”
Cheyenne closed her eyes and started to pray. If she has to die for this to stop so be it.
But please God spare my babies.
A shot rang through the air.
Chapter 364
Mark’s dark head lowered to her bloodied throat, his tongue licking the red stickiness from her skin.
“You’re crazy Mark! Why don’t you just let me go? Why do you have to do this?”
“If I cant have you, no one will. I’ll make fucking sure of that. I’ll make that Bon Jovi bastard suffer for the rest of his miserable fucking life. He’ll live with the knowledge that I enjoyed his whore and then killed her and I’ll make sure he’ll live in hell everyday when he remembers the brats, the brats I’m going to kill slowly....”
“Please Mark. I’ll do anything you want, just promise me you will let the babies go. They are innocent children.”
A sudden blow to the head made her knees buckle.
“Thats enough. Now shut the fuck up!”
To Cheyenne horror she felt the unmistakable bulge pressing into her back. His murderous talk and tasting of blood excited him sexually, fear clutched at her insides. He was not going to let her go, not alive anyway.
His wet mouth slobbered at her neck, his free hand yanking her robe aside leaving her shoulder bare.
Cheyenne felt the need to scream, pinched her eyes shut and waited for a chance to make a run for it.
She softened against him, catching him off guard for a moment.
“Missed me? You always liked my touch. I knew this rock star couldn’t do it for you.”
Revulsion boiled in her veins, his touching made her crinch.
A hand slipped into her nightgown, pinching cruelly at her breast, twisting her nipple painfully.
His hold on her relaxed for a moment and that’s when she made her break. For a moment she thought she might reach the front door but then she felt the undeniable yank on her hair and she fell backwards, her back hit the floor and her breath was knocked out of her. Her head smashed against the cold, hard tiles and the world turned dark.
A hard slap against the cheek brought her back to consciousness.
“I want you awake for this, you won’t get the easy way out. I want to hear you scream”
She groaned, the fogginess lifting, she opened her eyes to stare into the devil’s own eyes.
His mouth was pulled into a cold sneer, his breath fanning her face.
Survival instinct kicked in and she started slapping and kicking, hoping she could win her freedom that way.
Mark’s head jerked back as her frantic movements hit him in the face a few times.
His body lowered onto her legs, holding them captive. His eyes took on a murderous glare and she felt her lip split as a blow from his backhand hit home.
Her frantic lashing ceases as pain coursed through her, giving him the opportunity to capture her hands above her head.
The knife came down, slitting the nightgown all the way down to her navel.
Flashes of her previous encounter played before her and she knew the more she begged the more she would fuel his excitement.
Her body went limp and an unsatisfied expression flashed across his face. His stubble scraped her flesh as he tasted her skin, his breath smelled horrible and she turned her face away.
“I want you to fight me. Just as that night...”
“I wont fight you.”
“You’re crazy Mark! Why don’t you just let me go? Why do you have to do this?”
“If I cant have you, no one will. I’ll make fucking sure of that. I’ll make that Bon Jovi bastard suffer for the rest of his miserable fucking life. He’ll live with the knowledge that I enjoyed his whore and then killed her and I’ll make sure he’ll live in hell everyday when he remembers the brats, the brats I’m going to kill slowly....”
“Please Mark. I’ll do anything you want, just promise me you will let the babies go. They are innocent children.”
A sudden blow to the head made her knees buckle.
“Thats enough. Now shut the fuck up!”
To Cheyenne horror she felt the unmistakable bulge pressing into her back. His murderous talk and tasting of blood excited him sexually, fear clutched at her insides. He was not going to let her go, not alive anyway.
His wet mouth slobbered at her neck, his free hand yanking her robe aside leaving her shoulder bare.
Cheyenne felt the need to scream, pinched her eyes shut and waited for a chance to make a run for it.
She softened against him, catching him off guard for a moment.
“Missed me? You always liked my touch. I knew this rock star couldn’t do it for you.”
Revulsion boiled in her veins, his touching made her crinch.
A hand slipped into her nightgown, pinching cruelly at her breast, twisting her nipple painfully.
His hold on her relaxed for a moment and that’s when she made her break. For a moment she thought she might reach the front door but then she felt the undeniable yank on her hair and she fell backwards, her back hit the floor and her breath was knocked out of her. Her head smashed against the cold, hard tiles and the world turned dark.
A hard slap against the cheek brought her back to consciousness.
“I want you awake for this, you won’t get the easy way out. I want to hear you scream”
She groaned, the fogginess lifting, she opened her eyes to stare into the devil’s own eyes.
His mouth was pulled into a cold sneer, his breath fanning her face.
Survival instinct kicked in and she started slapping and kicking, hoping she could win her freedom that way.
Mark’s head jerked back as her frantic movements hit him in the face a few times.
His body lowered onto her legs, holding them captive. His eyes took on a murderous glare and she felt her lip split as a blow from his backhand hit home.
Her frantic lashing ceases as pain coursed through her, giving him the opportunity to capture her hands above her head.
The knife came down, slitting the nightgown all the way down to her navel.
Flashes of her previous encounter played before her and she knew the more she begged the more she would fuel his excitement.
Her body went limp and an unsatisfied expression flashed across his face. His stubble scraped her flesh as he tasted her skin, his breath smelled horrible and she turned her face away.
“I want you to fight me. Just as that night...”
“I wont fight you.”
Chapter 363
A scream stuck in her throat, her mind was screaming but her voice wouldn’t obey. Muscles coiled as realisation dawned on her. Her mind went into a total spin.
Mark is in my house! Where is Nick? The babies!
A sickening feeling ripped at her insides as she remembered the strange noise earlier.
She stared into the coldest eyes she had ever seen. Madness burned in his eyes, his face had an ugly expression ,making her stomach churn. His appearance were unkept, his face unshaven, signs of an unstable mind. In his hand glinted a hunting knife.
Is it blood on the blade?
A jolt of adrenalin rushed through her veins and her body and voice came to life. She snapped out of the chair, a high pitched scream shrieked from her throat as she ran for the stairs.
“Christie! Christie lock the door!”
Christie’s confused face appeared at the top of the steps.
“Lock the door...CHRISTIE! NOW!!!”
She stood there for a moment but as soon as she noticed the ominous looking stranger at Cheyenne’s heels she turned and ran towards the nursery.
The bang of the door and the click of the lock brought a momentary relief to Cheyenne.
“You fucking bitch!”
Cruel hands closed over her arm, jerking her back.
An icy scream almost ripped her throat to shreds.
I’m gonna die tonight! I’m gonna die at Mark’s hands tonight. Oh God!
Her skin crawled as he spoke against her skin. His hands bit into her skin, his nails clawing painfully. Her back met the hard wall of his chest, the cold blade slid over her cheek, the smell of blood on the blade send icy shivers down her spine.
She could feel the cold wetness on her skin, the knowledge that someone’s was bleeding or maybe even dead almost send her into a fit of hysterics.
“You win this round, Cheyenne. But don’t think for a minute that your precious fucking nanny would be able to call anyone. I made sure of that. I wanted the brats to join the party but seeing that you managed to save their fucking asses, I guess I’ll have to finish them off after I’m done with their mommy.”
“Fuck you Mark. You will never get to the babies. You can kill me, but you will never even have the privilege to see their faces. “
Fury turned his body into and even tighter knot. His hand moved towards her throat, the knife digging deeper.
“Shut the fuck up you slut!”
The blade slid over her skin and to her horror she felt the warmth of her blood oozing from the cut.
Mark is in my house! Where is Nick? The babies!
A sickening feeling ripped at her insides as she remembered the strange noise earlier.
She stared into the coldest eyes she had ever seen. Madness burned in his eyes, his face had an ugly expression ,making her stomach churn. His appearance were unkept, his face unshaven, signs of an unstable mind. In his hand glinted a hunting knife.
Is it blood on the blade?
A jolt of adrenalin rushed through her veins and her body and voice came to life. She snapped out of the chair, a high pitched scream shrieked from her throat as she ran for the stairs.
“Christie! Christie lock the door!”
Christie’s confused face appeared at the top of the steps.
“Lock the door...CHRISTIE! NOW!!!”
She stood there for a moment but as soon as she noticed the ominous looking stranger at Cheyenne’s heels she turned and ran towards the nursery.
The bang of the door and the click of the lock brought a momentary relief to Cheyenne.
“You fucking bitch!”
Cruel hands closed over her arm, jerking her back.
An icy scream almost ripped her throat to shreds.
I’m gonna die tonight! I’m gonna die at Mark’s hands tonight. Oh God!
Her skin crawled as he spoke against her skin. His hands bit into her skin, his nails clawing painfully. Her back met the hard wall of his chest, the cold blade slid over her cheek, the smell of blood on the blade send icy shivers down her spine.
She could feel the cold wetness on her skin, the knowledge that someone’s was bleeding or maybe even dead almost send her into a fit of hysterics.
“You win this round, Cheyenne. But don’t think for a minute that your precious fucking nanny would be able to call anyone. I made sure of that. I wanted the brats to join the party but seeing that you managed to save their fucking asses, I guess I’ll have to finish them off after I’m done with their mommy.”
“Fuck you Mark. You will never get to the babies. You can kill me, but you will never even have the privilege to see their faces. “
Fury turned his body into and even tighter knot. His hand moved towards her throat, the knife digging deeper.
“Shut the fuck up you slut!”
The blade slid over her skin and to her horror she felt the warmth of her blood oozing from the cut.
Chapter 362
To Cheyenne greatest irritation, the guys left their fitting up to the last minute. It was 5 days before the wedding and they still haven’t tried their tuxes.
The tired looks on their faces soften her heart somewhat, knowing that they worked their butts off during the day, so she decided to make an appointment with the tailor for that evening.
Jon and Richie were a bit apprehensive to leave her at night, but they accepted it and spoke to Nick to make sure his team will be on full alert.
Joe had a few much needed off days and weren’t due until the next day. Nick will just have to do and besides they won’t be gone for hours...
Cheyenne walked them to the car, the twins had their baths and so far the weaning was going so well. They accepted the bottles without any problems. Christie would feed them and it left some time for Cheyenne. Something she haven’t had for quite a while.
She watched as the red taillights disappear. Nick was a constant shadow behind her and she just flashed him an absent smile as she walked past him to her bedroom. He would probably be in the hallway or the kids nursery keeping Christie company. Those two were becoming an item. Cheyenne just shook her head and smiled, stepping into the warm bath.
Her hair dried and her body tingly from drying herself, Cheyenne headed towards the babies’ room.
Sweet little faces peeked from their blankets, fast asleep. Christie must have gone down to the kitchen to get herself something, so Cheyenne switched off the mainlight and left the nightlight on. Bears were dancing on the walls, changing colors as the nightlight turned from blue to yellow to green.
Cheyenne padded softly downstairs. She was looking forward to read the book she had been trying to finish for ages now, nothing like a warm cup of hot chocolate, a fire and a good book. Well nothing could beat a furry, muscled, heartthrob in your bed but he wasn’t here at the moment so the book had to do. Cheyenne chuckled at her thoughts.
God I’m addicted to that man!
She found Christie on her way to the kitchen. She was on her way back to the nursery and informed her that Nick went out to do a ground check.
She was waiting for the milk to warm up when she heard a strange noise. It could be the puppy or Nick? She shrugged her shoulders. Probably the puppy, she was always up to mischief..
A little while later she returned to the study, crawled into her favourite chair and made herself comfy for a blissful night of reading.
She became aware of someone in the room with her. A sixth sense kicked in and the hair on her body stood on end, something was amiss.
“I told you I’d find you.”
The tired looks on their faces soften her heart somewhat, knowing that they worked their butts off during the day, so she decided to make an appointment with the tailor for that evening.
Jon and Richie were a bit apprehensive to leave her at night, but they accepted it and spoke to Nick to make sure his team will be on full alert.
Joe had a few much needed off days and weren’t due until the next day. Nick will just have to do and besides they won’t be gone for hours...
Cheyenne walked them to the car, the twins had their baths and so far the weaning was going so well. They accepted the bottles without any problems. Christie would feed them and it left some time for Cheyenne. Something she haven’t had for quite a while.
She watched as the red taillights disappear. Nick was a constant shadow behind her and she just flashed him an absent smile as she walked past him to her bedroom. He would probably be in the hallway or the kids nursery keeping Christie company. Those two were becoming an item. Cheyenne just shook her head and smiled, stepping into the warm bath.
Her hair dried and her body tingly from drying herself, Cheyenne headed towards the babies’ room.
Sweet little faces peeked from their blankets, fast asleep. Christie must have gone down to the kitchen to get herself something, so Cheyenne switched off the mainlight and left the nightlight on. Bears were dancing on the walls, changing colors as the nightlight turned from blue to yellow to green.
Cheyenne padded softly downstairs. She was looking forward to read the book she had been trying to finish for ages now, nothing like a warm cup of hot chocolate, a fire and a good book. Well nothing could beat a furry, muscled, heartthrob in your bed but he wasn’t here at the moment so the book had to do. Cheyenne chuckled at her thoughts.
God I’m addicted to that man!
She found Christie on her way to the kitchen. She was on her way back to the nursery and informed her that Nick went out to do a ground check.
She was waiting for the milk to warm up when she heard a strange noise. It could be the puppy or Nick? She shrugged her shoulders. Probably the puppy, she was always up to mischief..
A little while later she returned to the study, crawled into her favourite chair and made herself comfy for a blissful night of reading.
She became aware of someone in the room with her. A sixth sense kicked in and the hair on her body stood on end, something was amiss.
“I told you I’d find you.”
Chapter 361
“I thought you might start smooching the guitar for a moment there, I was ready to walk out. Didn’t want to intrude in the private moment.”
Richie gave her a lopsided grin.
“Hell ya! At least I had a good mind to hold myself in. I’m sorry honey. How are you? Here I am sulking about the guitar and you have much more shit than I have”
He stood up, pulling her towards him for a warm embrace. Cheyenne closed her eyes for a moment, sighing softly. Its good to have him back, he was like a rock to her always strong and steady.
“We will find the bastard and this time I wont stop Jon. Fuck I’ll even help to get the scum of this earth. I’m just glad you didn’t turn out another statistic , killed by her crazed boyfriend!”
Richie felt her quivering slightly and her fear for that man hit home even more. An overwhelming hate for Mark burned inside his stomach.
“Joe and Nick had been taking good care of us and now that you and Jon are back I feel even better.”
She sniffed slightly, Richie caught a tear and on her cheek.
“We wont let him hurt you again.”
“I know.”
“Now I hope you have next Saturday clear on your diary. Jon and I are getting married and you two better be there!”
‘Shit hun, I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”
“You two just have to go for a fitting and you better be on time!”
She had moved away from him , her hands on her sides, her feet planted slightly apart.
Richie looked her up and down.
“Well if you put it that way. You look cute when you are all bossy, you know that?”
“Argh Rich!” She slapped him gently.
“I like a woman who can take the lead!”
“Well to be honest you do need it sometimes, but don’t you worry Stace will boss you around so much, your head will spin!”
**
The week flew by in a haze of final arrangements and last minute hang ups.
Cheyenne was focused on her wedding and didn’t know about the hate mail that found their way to the mansion on a regular basis.
Joe, Jon and Richie kept it from her but their concern grew everyday and they didn’t let her out of their sight for a moment. Luckily she didn’t even notice their vigilant guarding and they wanted to keep it that way. They wanted to keep the contented smile on her face and excited flush on her cheeks.
Cheyenne was relieved that there weren’t any more mail from Mark, perhaps he gave up his obsession and moved on with his life. She even suggested that Jon should call the guards and the bodyguards off but he was adamant to keep them there for just in case. She didn’t feel the need to argue and just shrugged her shoulders and went on with the weddingplans. She had a song in her heart and nothing on earth could change that!
Just a few more days and she would be Mrs. John Francis Bongiovi...
Richie gave her a lopsided grin.
“Hell ya! At least I had a good mind to hold myself in. I’m sorry honey. How are you? Here I am sulking about the guitar and you have much more shit than I have”
He stood up, pulling her towards him for a warm embrace. Cheyenne closed her eyes for a moment, sighing softly. Its good to have him back, he was like a rock to her always strong and steady.
“We will find the bastard and this time I wont stop Jon. Fuck I’ll even help to get the scum of this earth. I’m just glad you didn’t turn out another statistic , killed by her crazed boyfriend!”
Richie felt her quivering slightly and her fear for that man hit home even more. An overwhelming hate for Mark burned inside his stomach.
“Joe and Nick had been taking good care of us and now that you and Jon are back I feel even better.”
She sniffed slightly, Richie caught a tear and on her cheek.
“We wont let him hurt you again.”
“I know.”
“Now I hope you have next Saturday clear on your diary. Jon and I are getting married and you two better be there!”
‘Shit hun, I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”
“You two just have to go for a fitting and you better be on time!”
She had moved away from him , her hands on her sides, her feet planted slightly apart.
Richie looked her up and down.
“Well if you put it that way. You look cute when you are all bossy, you know that?”
“Argh Rich!” She slapped him gently.
“I like a woman who can take the lead!”
“Well to be honest you do need it sometimes, but don’t you worry Stace will boss you around so much, your head will spin!”
**
The week flew by in a haze of final arrangements and last minute hang ups.
Cheyenne was focused on her wedding and didn’t know about the hate mail that found their way to the mansion on a regular basis.
Joe, Jon and Richie kept it from her but their concern grew everyday and they didn’t let her out of their sight for a moment. Luckily she didn’t even notice their vigilant guarding and they wanted to keep it that way. They wanted to keep the contented smile on her face and excited flush on her cheeks.
Cheyenne was relieved that there weren’t any more mail from Mark, perhaps he gave up his obsession and moved on with his life. She even suggested that Jon should call the guards and the bodyguards off but he was adamant to keep them there for just in case. She didn’t feel the need to argue and just shrugged her shoulders and went on with the weddingplans. She had a song in her heart and nothing on earth could change that!
Just a few more days and she would be Mrs. John Francis Bongiovi...
Chapter 360
Cheyenne felt a bit foolish for snapping at Jon like that. Since Violet had mentioned it she thought about it, thinking that maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea, she didn’t want to be seen as a bad mother who couln’t even breastfeed her own children. She turned around, sitting on her haunches as she took his face in her hands.
“I’m sorry.I didn’t mean to snap. I actually think its a good idea. I will give it a try and see how it turns out.”
“There’s no rush baby. Its your call.”
A mischievous smile spread on his face.
“Besides I’m a very jealous man. I don’t like to share my toys with others. I want them all to myself.”
His hands curled enticingly over her breasts, kissing and nipping sensuously to emphasize what he meant.
“So now I’m your toy, huh?”
“Always.....I like playing with you, you have so many features to keep me busy and you and I know both I have such a short attention span.”
His shocking blue eyes glinted, his lips curled into a cute smile.
“Well this toy is not working at the moment. It needs to replenish. So get your hands off mister!”
She playfully shoved his hands away, he only rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically.
“Why did I have to get myself a wise ass toy! Will I never learn!”
Cheyenne grabbed a bar of soap and slipped over his skin. Their playful bathing of each other took quite a while and by that time Cheyenne’s stomach was growling from hunger.
Jon pulled her form the bath, wrapping a soft, thick towel around her.
“Lets feed you before you starve!”
A loud crashing noise made Joe jump up, ready to take on whoever was causing the terrible racket.
Cheyenne smiled when she heard a collection of cursing flowing from the strangers mouth, recognizing his voice in an instant.
“Welcome back Rich...”
“Fucking parc..... Oh hey hun! I guess the whole house knows I’m back , huh”
“Yep, and probably the dead people in the cemetery too. Do you need some help there, big guy?”
“I actually wanted to surprise you all, thats why I didn’t ask the maids. But fuck I can get so pissed when I hit my guitar against something. Would you please be a darling and take my guitar?”
She took the guitar, walked to his room and laid it gently on the bed. Richie came in, threw his stuff down in the floor, causing another deafening crash, rushing towards check on his guitar.
His big hands slid gently over the guitar, his eyes inspecting every inch of it.
“Thank God! Its ok” for a moment there Cheyenne thought he kiss might it.
“Feeling better?”
“I’m sorry.I didn’t mean to snap. I actually think its a good idea. I will give it a try and see how it turns out.”
“There’s no rush baby. Its your call.”
A mischievous smile spread on his face.
“Besides I’m a very jealous man. I don’t like to share my toys with others. I want them all to myself.”
His hands curled enticingly over her breasts, kissing and nipping sensuously to emphasize what he meant.
“So now I’m your toy, huh?”
“Always.....I like playing with you, you have so many features to keep me busy and you and I know both I have such a short attention span.”
His shocking blue eyes glinted, his lips curled into a cute smile.
“Well this toy is not working at the moment. It needs to replenish. So get your hands off mister!”
She playfully shoved his hands away, he only rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically.
“Why did I have to get myself a wise ass toy! Will I never learn!”
Cheyenne grabbed a bar of soap and slipped over his skin. Their playful bathing of each other took quite a while and by that time Cheyenne’s stomach was growling from hunger.
Jon pulled her form the bath, wrapping a soft, thick towel around her.
“Lets feed you before you starve!”
A loud crashing noise made Joe jump up, ready to take on whoever was causing the terrible racket.
Cheyenne smiled when she heard a collection of cursing flowing from the strangers mouth, recognizing his voice in an instant.
“Welcome back Rich...”
“Fucking parc..... Oh hey hun! I guess the whole house knows I’m back , huh”
“Yep, and probably the dead people in the cemetery too. Do you need some help there, big guy?”
“I actually wanted to surprise you all, thats why I didn’t ask the maids. But fuck I can get so pissed when I hit my guitar against something. Would you please be a darling and take my guitar?”
She took the guitar, walked to his room and laid it gently on the bed. Richie came in, threw his stuff down in the floor, causing another deafening crash, rushing towards check on his guitar.
His big hands slid gently over the guitar, his eyes inspecting every inch of it.
“Thank God! Its ok” for a moment there Cheyenne thought he kiss might it.
“Feeling better?”
Chapter 359
Cheyenne was the first to move from their intimate position. Jon was lying with his head on her shoulder, his breathing was slowing down.
He growled as she moved away.
“Oooh grumpy. You can get lazy in the bath. Cmon ...”
She dragged him behind her, giggling as his hands splaying over her ass, pinching it lovingly.
“Will guys never stop pinching a woman’s butt? I thought only boys in their younger years do that!’
“You wanna tell me you had alot of assholes groping your ass??!!”
The shit faced look on her face drew him to a halt.
“Not as much you had....You have women grabbing your ass, amongst other things and you never hear me complain! But yeah I had my fair share of grabbing.”
She lifted her head coyly, shaking her head so her hair cascaded down her back in silken waves. She just had to threw that little fact in there, enjoying the jealous glint in his eyes.
“Well baby I’ll be the only one grabbing from now on.” And with that he gave her a swat on the buttcheek.
The warm water closed over them, Cheyenne sagged back into the warm, hard wall behind her, her hands brushing up and down his thighs, making twirling motions in the water.
“You haven’t even asked me about the wedding yet, getting cold feet?”
He chuckled behind her.
“Well miss wildcat you haven’t really given me any time to talk to you. You jumped my bones the moment your eyes opened and my mama told me to always be kind to a lady and give her what she wants. I always do what my mama told me.”
“Well I didn’t hear you complain there for a minute! “ She slapped his knee playfully.
“Well now that I have satisfied your hunger for me. How are the plans for the wedding going?”
“Its all set for next week Saturday.”
“Whoa, baby! You sure know how to arrange a wedding!”
“All I need from your and Richie is to fit your tuxes and to be at the wedding on time. You think you two could do that for me?”
“You forgot the little matter of the honeymoon there baby.”
“With twins? You must be joking!”
“I’m as serious as a heartattack sweetheart. You could use some time away. We will get a room for the nanny and we will take the twins with us.”
“That would be lovely! Thanks honey. That’s very thoughtful of you!”
“But you have to do one thing for me. Take the babies of breastmilk.”
Coldness crept into her voice.
“You have been speaking to Violet haven’t you? I can breatsfeed my babies for as long as I want to, Jon. I won’t let anyone tell me I can’t handle the stress blah blah blah.”
Jon knew he had to tread carefully.
“Baby, the reason why I suggested it was I thought that it would make the babies less dependant and if we want to go out on our honeymoon we don’t have to worry about the babies that need to be breastfed. But if you feel so strongly about it, I understand and I’m sorry I brought it up.”
He growled as she moved away.
“Oooh grumpy. You can get lazy in the bath. Cmon ...”
She dragged him behind her, giggling as his hands splaying over her ass, pinching it lovingly.
“Will guys never stop pinching a woman’s butt? I thought only boys in their younger years do that!’
“You wanna tell me you had alot of assholes groping your ass??!!”
The shit faced look on her face drew him to a halt.
“Not as much you had....You have women grabbing your ass, amongst other things and you never hear me complain! But yeah I had my fair share of grabbing.”
She lifted her head coyly, shaking her head so her hair cascaded down her back in silken waves. She just had to threw that little fact in there, enjoying the jealous glint in his eyes.
“Well baby I’ll be the only one grabbing from now on.” And with that he gave her a swat on the buttcheek.
The warm water closed over them, Cheyenne sagged back into the warm, hard wall behind her, her hands brushing up and down his thighs, making twirling motions in the water.
“You haven’t even asked me about the wedding yet, getting cold feet?”
He chuckled behind her.
“Well miss wildcat you haven’t really given me any time to talk to you. You jumped my bones the moment your eyes opened and my mama told me to always be kind to a lady and give her what she wants. I always do what my mama told me.”
“Well I didn’t hear you complain there for a minute! “ She slapped his knee playfully.
“Well now that I have satisfied your hunger for me. How are the plans for the wedding going?”
“Its all set for next week Saturday.”
“Whoa, baby! You sure know how to arrange a wedding!”
“All I need from your and Richie is to fit your tuxes and to be at the wedding on time. You think you two could do that for me?”
“You forgot the little matter of the honeymoon there baby.”
“With twins? You must be joking!”
“I’m as serious as a heartattack sweetheart. You could use some time away. We will get a room for the nanny and we will take the twins with us.”
“That would be lovely! Thanks honey. That’s very thoughtful of you!”
“But you have to do one thing for me. Take the babies of breastmilk.”
Coldness crept into her voice.
“You have been speaking to Violet haven’t you? I can breatsfeed my babies for as long as I want to, Jon. I won’t let anyone tell me I can’t handle the stress blah blah blah.”
Jon knew he had to tread carefully.
“Baby, the reason why I suggested it was I thought that it would make the babies less dependant and if we want to go out on our honeymoon we don’t have to worry about the babies that need to be breastfed. But if you feel so strongly about it, I understand and I’m sorry I brought it up.”
Chapter 358
Those few words sounded like music to her ears. His electric blue eyes shone into her dark chocolate ones, promising her the delights she knew only he could give her.
His hands were already heating up her skin, his teeth nibbling on her earlobe dragged a breathy moan from her.
“How am I doing so far?” his breath feathered over the sensitive skin on her collar bone.
“Hhhmmmmm...heaven.”
Her fingers closed over the zipper, the need to feel him naked against her were overwhelming.
A soft purr could be heard the moment he lowered onto her. She loved the way his furry muscled body rubbed up against her softness. His hands could be hard and then gentle in a matter of seconds. He knew exactly what made her squirm, drawing soft moan from her as he made love to her.
He rocked back onto his haunches, steadying himself, he stared at the beautiful woman laying before him on the bed. Her hair was spread out on the white satin sheet, her face flushed and her mouth slightly open as short breaths rushed from her lips. Her ragged breathing made her breasts move enticingly, her erect nipples calling out to him.
His fingers found her slippery cave, feeling the swollen nub he rubbed over it gently, never taking his eyes of her. A flick of her tongue over her lips crumbled his resistance. His hands slipped beneath her hips lifting her up he rested her delicious ass on his tight thighs. Her breasts crushed against his chest, stabbing him with her tight nipples.
Their mouth fused into a heated battle, their tongues spearing each other. Cheyenne’s hand closed over his taught member, her hand mimicking the movement of her hips. His wetness smeared onto her hand, only heightening her incredible want for him.
Cheyenne felt his hands close over her hips, tightening for a moment as he lifted her, impaling her with his throbbing shaft.
“Oh God Jon!”
His sudden entrance left her breathless, filling her completely. Her body took over and together they moved to the age old rhythm, drawing pleasure from each other as their breaths mingled and their eyes kept each other captive.
Hands slipped over each other, exploring each others’ bodies. Cheyenne’s head fell back as her climax shook her to the core. Her hands clutched at him, needing him to keep her steady as her mindless pleasure drove her over the brink.
Wet lips closed over the exposed column of her throat, his voice a soft whisper against her skin.
‘Oh God I love you baby!”
Jon’s body shook as he shuddered into his climax, his hands closing over her breasts as the wave of pleasure washed over him.
Cheyenne was holding him close to her, planting soft kisses on his blonde head, feeling him pulsing into her. The climax they shared was mindshattering, leaving them boneless. They sat in silence, savouring the incredible closeness they just shared as bodies melted together and souls became one.
His hands were already heating up her skin, his teeth nibbling on her earlobe dragged a breathy moan from her.
“How am I doing so far?” his breath feathered over the sensitive skin on her collar bone.
“Hhhmmmmm...heaven.”
Her fingers closed over the zipper, the need to feel him naked against her were overwhelming.
A soft purr could be heard the moment he lowered onto her. She loved the way his furry muscled body rubbed up against her softness. His hands could be hard and then gentle in a matter of seconds. He knew exactly what made her squirm, drawing soft moan from her as he made love to her.
He rocked back onto his haunches, steadying himself, he stared at the beautiful woman laying before him on the bed. Her hair was spread out on the white satin sheet, her face flushed and her mouth slightly open as short breaths rushed from her lips. Her ragged breathing made her breasts move enticingly, her erect nipples calling out to him.
His fingers found her slippery cave, feeling the swollen nub he rubbed over it gently, never taking his eyes of her. A flick of her tongue over her lips crumbled his resistance. His hands slipped beneath her hips lifting her up he rested her delicious ass on his tight thighs. Her breasts crushed against his chest, stabbing him with her tight nipples.
Their mouth fused into a heated battle, their tongues spearing each other. Cheyenne’s hand closed over his taught member, her hand mimicking the movement of her hips. His wetness smeared onto her hand, only heightening her incredible want for him.
Cheyenne felt his hands close over her hips, tightening for a moment as he lifted her, impaling her with his throbbing shaft.
“Oh God Jon!”
His sudden entrance left her breathless, filling her completely. Her body took over and together they moved to the age old rhythm, drawing pleasure from each other as their breaths mingled and their eyes kept each other captive.
Hands slipped over each other, exploring each others’ bodies. Cheyenne’s head fell back as her climax shook her to the core. Her hands clutched at him, needing him to keep her steady as her mindless pleasure drove her over the brink.
Wet lips closed over the exposed column of her throat, his voice a soft whisper against her skin.
‘Oh God I love you baby!”
Jon’s body shook as he shuddered into his climax, his hands closing over her breasts as the wave of pleasure washed over him.
Cheyenne was holding him close to her, planting soft kisses on his blonde head, feeling him pulsing into her. The climax they shared was mindshattering, leaving them boneless. They sat in silence, savouring the incredible closeness they just shared as bodies melted together and souls became one.
Chapter 357
Cheyenne woke up, a sensuous feeling washed over her, her muscles reminding her of the pleasurable time she and Jon shared a few hours ago. She hadn’t slept this blissfully in a while. Just the knowledge of Jon’s presence made her feel at ease.
Cheyenne was still lazing in bed when she heard the door open. Gorgeous male flesh appeared in the door, sending her senses reeling. He was such sight to behold. Bare muscled chest, nipples playing hide and seek between silvery fur, a soft trail of fur covering rock hard abs, running down into a tight pair of jeans, not leaving much to the imagination.
Jon leaned casually against the door, giving her all the time in the world to stare at him. He could feel his pants tighten slightly, the wanton look in her eyes starting a fire in his veins.
“Where have you been, looking like that?” Cheyenne smiled to herself, wondering how the nanny took his half naked state.
“I spend some time with the babies. I missed them, they grow up so damn fast!”
“I hope Christie survived your half dressed state!”
A soft laugh bubbled from his throat.
“Oh is that why she acted all nervous and flushed?”
An unladylike snort escaped Cheyenne’s lips.
“Oh please Jon, don’t play all innocent , it doesn’t fit your rock star image.”
Jon jumped onto the bed like a care free teenager, grabbing her, dragging her close to him. A mischievous smile played over his face.
“Sometimes I forget I’m JBJ the rocker. Should I apologise for being underdressed?”
“You do that and I can assure you she hits the floor. It is your home after all, maybe with time she will get used to having you around, half naked and all. Look how healthy Violet is after all these years. I guess it has something to do with all the male flesh strutting around and now she even gets a double dose when Rich is about. That sure can do a woman’s heart some good.”
“You know I haven’t thought about it that way, so you’re telling me I’m a health guru as well? Hell will my special talents never end?”
Cheyenne got hold of his lower lip, sucking gently on it, her breath brushing over his lips as she spoke softly.
“Show me one of your special talents.....”
“Yes ma’am.”
Cheyenne was still lazing in bed when she heard the door open. Gorgeous male flesh appeared in the door, sending her senses reeling. He was such sight to behold. Bare muscled chest, nipples playing hide and seek between silvery fur, a soft trail of fur covering rock hard abs, running down into a tight pair of jeans, not leaving much to the imagination.
Jon leaned casually against the door, giving her all the time in the world to stare at him. He could feel his pants tighten slightly, the wanton look in her eyes starting a fire in his veins.
“Where have you been, looking like that?” Cheyenne smiled to herself, wondering how the nanny took his half naked state.
“I spend some time with the babies. I missed them, they grow up so damn fast!”
“I hope Christie survived your half dressed state!”
A soft laugh bubbled from his throat.
“Oh is that why she acted all nervous and flushed?”
An unladylike snort escaped Cheyenne’s lips.
“Oh please Jon, don’t play all innocent , it doesn’t fit your rock star image.”
Jon jumped onto the bed like a care free teenager, grabbing her, dragging her close to him. A mischievous smile played over his face.
“Sometimes I forget I’m JBJ the rocker. Should I apologise for being underdressed?”
“You do that and I can assure you she hits the floor. It is your home after all, maybe with time she will get used to having you around, half naked and all. Look how healthy Violet is after all these years. I guess it has something to do with all the male flesh strutting around and now she even gets a double dose when Rich is about. That sure can do a woman’s heart some good.”
“You know I haven’t thought about it that way, so you’re telling me I’m a health guru as well? Hell will my special talents never end?”
Cheyenne got hold of his lower lip, sucking gently on it, her breath brushing over his lips as she spoke softly.
“Show me one of your special talents.....”
“Yes ma’am.”
Chapter 356
“I’m just glad you are back, Jon. Cheyenne had a really hard time, she might look tough, but she wasn’t coping well. She refused to sleep in her bed, staying with the twins all night and all day long. Violet and I begged and threatened but she didn’t budge. Maybe you could get her to rest for a while and let the nanny take care of the babies for a night or two. She is killing herself slowly.”
“I’ll make sure she rests. I hope we could solve this matter quickly and get this man out of our lives for good.”
The harsh lines on Jon’s face and the insinuation hung in the air. Joe nodded, knowing exactly what Jon asked of him without asking directly.
“It will be over soon.” Joe turned on his heel and walked out, a determined light burning in his eyes.
Violet came in with a steamy cup of coffee and a plate of Jon’s favourite snacks.
‘Welcome back, Jon!
“Thanks honey. Glad to be back!”
“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, Jon, but Cheyenne needs some serious pampering, she didn’t sleep, she only ate enough to keep her milksupply up but I think the stress is getting to her, so maybe you should suggest that we put the babies on formula milk. Her body can’t take all the stress and demands of breastfeeding. I’m really worried about her. Where is she by the way?”
“Sleeping.”
“What did you do, hit her over the head?”
His mischievous smile made the old woman blush a scarlet red.
“I gave her some bad Jonny medicine.” Jon burst out laughing, the look on her face was priceless!
“Oh Jon! YOU!” She joined in the laughter, it was always good having him back. He and Richie were the life of this house.
“When is Richie coming back?”
“He’s just finishing up for me and should be here tomorrow night, so I suggest you get the cookies in the oven, the boy is coming home and he’ll need some cookies.”
“Too late. What do you think I do when you’re not here? Lazing about?! There is a mountain of cookies, but don’t tell Richie. I always hide it away.” She had her hands on her hips and a mock frown on her rounded face.
“Ouch! Now Im in the shit for trying to save you from a horrible death when Richie whines you to death for some cookies!” He chuckled playfully at the old woman.
Her eyes sparkled as she spoke, the love for Richie apparent in her smile.
“I’m ready for him. He can eat till he pops!”
‘You can bet on that sweetheart!”
“I’ll make sure she rests. I hope we could solve this matter quickly and get this man out of our lives for good.”
The harsh lines on Jon’s face and the insinuation hung in the air. Joe nodded, knowing exactly what Jon asked of him without asking directly.
“It will be over soon.” Joe turned on his heel and walked out, a determined light burning in his eyes.
Violet came in with a steamy cup of coffee and a plate of Jon’s favourite snacks.
‘Welcome back, Jon!
“Thanks honey. Glad to be back!”
“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, Jon, but Cheyenne needs some serious pampering, she didn’t sleep, she only ate enough to keep her milksupply up but I think the stress is getting to her, so maybe you should suggest that we put the babies on formula milk. Her body can’t take all the stress and demands of breastfeeding. I’m really worried about her. Where is she by the way?”
“Sleeping.”
“What did you do, hit her over the head?”
His mischievous smile made the old woman blush a scarlet red.
“I gave her some bad Jonny medicine.” Jon burst out laughing, the look on her face was priceless!
“Oh Jon! YOU!” She joined in the laughter, it was always good having him back. He and Richie were the life of this house.
“When is Richie coming back?”
“He’s just finishing up for me and should be here tomorrow night, so I suggest you get the cookies in the oven, the boy is coming home and he’ll need some cookies.”
“Too late. What do you think I do when you’re not here? Lazing about?! There is a mountain of cookies, but don’t tell Richie. I always hide it away.” She had her hands on her hips and a mock frown on her rounded face.
“Ouch! Now Im in the shit for trying to save you from a horrible death when Richie whines you to death for some cookies!” He chuckled playfully at the old woman.
Her eyes sparkled as she spoke, the love for Richie apparent in her smile.
“I’m ready for him. He can eat till he pops!”
‘You can bet on that sweetheart!”
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