“Richie speaking”
“Hey Richie.”
His heart flipped the moment he recognized her voice.
“Hello darling. What’s wrong is Cheyenne and the babies ok?”
Her husky laugh gave him goose bumps all over.
“Yes, fairy godmother she is fine. This call has nothing to do with the pregnant fairy in the next room. I am ready to talk to you. As soon as you are free come and see me ok?.”
“How does tomorrow night sounds?”
“Perfect. I’ll make us dinner.”
“See you tomorrow darlin’”
Richie let out a loud whoop and Tico poked his head around the door.
“What crawled up your ass?”
‘Stacey wants to see me. Thanks Chey honey. You have always been my angel.”
He looked heavenwards and Tico smiled.
“Well don’t fuck it up again, and everything will be just fine. If you can just get Jon to remove the stick up his ass and go get his woman.”
“I was hoping it would be over already, but he drinks himself into oblivion every night. I don’t think he feels anything anymore except the hangovers every morning. It now been what? A month ..no more since Chey left Jersey!”
The guys had a performance that night and then they were free for a few days. Richie had a slight fluttering knowing her would see the two women he loves soon.
The show was fast paced and loud. The fans moved with the beat and screamed for more.
Jon moved and danced, driving himself. The demon inside him had its claws dug deep into his soul and the only way to exorcise it was to drink and work himself into a bone aching tiredness.
As Jon worked the stage a brunette caught his eye. For a moment his heart stopped beating. She resembled Cheyenne but when she looked up the moment was gone. She was a pretty little thing and her body wasn’t too bad. Her breasts came from a doctor’s office but that’s was ok, he wasn’t looking for something permanent just a good fuck to ease the ache in his balls.
He smiled and winked at her, caught the security’s eye and nodded slightly her way.
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