Chapter 227

Jon drove around for hours, his mind in a whirl. It was getting dark when he turned towards home. He didn’t have the strength to go through this again! How could Richie risk everything, their friendship, the band’s future?

FUCK!

Jon parked the car and headed straight for the Shoe Inn. He needed to drink, needed to drown the pain that was ripping his fucking guts out.

Richie went out for the evening and Cheyenne just finished a long bath.

It was dark outside but she didn’t feel like watching tv tonight.

A slight breeze blew from the river and Cheyenne lifted her face, breathing the sweet smell the breeze carried to her. The smell of roses was hanging in the air.

She took a stroll, her mind on the babies growing beneath her heart, thinking about how she was going to tell Jon and how he would react to it.

She frowned when she saw a light burning at the Shoe Inn. Richie said he was going out..

Cheyenne walked in and found a slumped Jon sitting at the bar, cradling his head with one hand, the other spinning his glass around. The music was a bit loud and she turned the volume down slowly. Shocked that he came home early and not greeted her.

Jon turned around as the music was turned lower. Before him was the most beautiful woman, the woman that betrayed his love and trust.

There was something strange about Jon, she couldn’t place her finger on it. But it was there. Maybe the guarded look in his eyes, the harsh lines around his mouth.?

“Why didn’t you say hi? I didn’t expect you back this early!”

“I know.”

His voice seemed cold and distant, a cold feeling crept around her heart.

“Where’s Richie?”

“He has gone out for the night. We are alone.”

“Good.” He stood from his chair with an incredible speed, reaching Cheyenne so quickly, that she stumbled back.

He yanked her against him, his mouth crushing on hers, his hands hard on her back. She gave herself willingly, the pit of her stomach on fire. His eyes were burning into her soul, cold ice blue eyes…she shivered.

She felt her clothes rip and looked at his face searching for some gentleness in his eyes. There were none. His lips closed over her nipples, sucking hard at them. The sucking bordered on pain and he gentled when she gasp as pain shot through her. Her hands moved into his hair, Jon went rigid.

There was a desperation and hunger in the way he made love to her. Turning her on but also scaring her a bit.

He yanked her panties down and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the ground.