Chapter 159

“Fuck I guess we’ll be in the papers again!” Richie and Jon didn’t look impressed.

Matt was standing at the door, ready to usher them in as soon as possible.

“Jon..Jon!”

Jon turned around flashing his gorgeous smile.

“Hi guys.”

“Tell me is it true that you have a new lady in your life?

“Actually yes I do…sorry girls!” He pulled Cheyenne closer to him.

“Is that actually a ring on her finger, Jon. Do I hear wedding bells?”

“I don’t know..do you?”

He turned on his heel and walked into the club.

“Bring us a bottle Matt!”

Matt came back with glasses, a bottle of wine and Richie’s favourite ..Jack Daniels.

“Good evening ladies. May I say you two look gorgeous!”

“Thanx Matty…it does my heart good to see I’m being appreciated for my good looks.” Richie quipped and received the finger from Matt.

“Joining us for a drink brother?”

“Maybe later Jon, it seems tonight is gonna be a stampede. Did you tell the people you were coming here?”

“Not that desperate yet, maybe in a few years…” Jon leaned back with a glass sparkling in his fingers.

“Well shout when you’re ready to eat, I made you a special something.”

“Thanx bro!”

From where they sat they could see the crowd without been noticed.

“Who’s up for a dance?”

“I’m not good at it, maybe a few glasses later.” Stacey smiled at Richie.

“Well, Rich I guess it’s you and me again!”

”Behave yourselves, don’t burn the place down with your steamy dance like last time, k?” Jon tried his best to look serious.

“You bet we gonna set this place on fire…later honey.” She gave him a flirty smile and gave him a saucy stare.

“Enjoy the show Stace, cause after this you’ll need a cold shower.” Jon settled back to enjoy the show.

Richie and Cheyenne walked hand in hand to the dance floor. People started to notice Richie and either whispered or “Oh my God it’s Richie Sambora!”.

He gave them all a sexy smile and took Cheyenne on the floor.

“I bet you those too are hanging from their chairs to see what we are up to, ready to give them the show of their lives?”

“Thought you’d never asked.”

The song started somewhat slow and Cheyenne was aware of hundreds of eyes resting on them but for the life of her she could feel one pair burning into her back….ass to be precise. She smiled at the thought.

Richie lifted her arms above her head, moving their hips in unison. His hands drifted past the side of her breasts, down to her hips taking hold of her soft curves. His eyes were smiling into hers. He was a great dance partner, but they both knew that this was a show for the two sitting at the table.

The rhythm started up and everyone moved, their attention still at the beautiful couple moving like they’ve done it forever.

“This is to get my man all sweaty..” She turned around and moved against Richie her eyes moving towards the dark window challenging..

“Oh holy God..she’s doing this on purpose the little witch.” Jon’s eyes were trained on them, he was as hard as a rock and his damn pants didn’t fit well anymore. She was rubbing her sweet ass against Richie’s groin…

“Oh yeah she’s jerking your chain mr. Bon Jovi..and by the looks of it it’s working.”

Jon’s eyes flew to her, relieved that she was watching his face and not his crotch.

“Well, doesn’t Richie’s moves do anything to you.? I mean just look at him..grinding his damn crotch against my woman.”

Stacey feigned innocence. ”Why should it?”

“Oh c’mon Stacey you are hot for the guy and let me tell ya , you have his undivided attention, honey.” He winked at her.

‘Well…yeah ok..I’m pretty hot sitting here looking at them rubbing each other.”

“I told you those two are dynamite on the dance floor.”

“And then some..” her eyes moved back to them.

Richie’s hand was resting on her stomach and they moved up and down rhythmically, smiling and enjoying themselves.

“You think they’re all horny by now?”

“Fuck, Chey I think if we don’t get back quickly they might just jump each other!”

Cheyenne threw her head back against his chest and laughed. They made a beautiful couple and the comfortable way the danced together made the eyes watching them a little sweaty.

“Sorry, that could never happen. After the private dance the other night I have him right where I want him…”

“Care to give me one some day?”

“Nope, but I can borrow Stacey my outfit?”

“That’s a fucking deal sweetheart!” His hand gripped hers twirled her in a tight turn, causing Cheyenne to end up close against his chest again. The action made her dress lift up and a few bystanders got an eyeful of smooth thigh. Jon didn’t miss it and his breath caught in his throat.