Chapter 241

She was waiting for him in the dressing room when he came in.

Sweat was dripping from him and his clothes clung to his skin.

Her eyes devoured him as he dried the sweat with a towel the rush of blood to his groin made his shaft go rock hard.

Her eyes didn’t miss a thing and she gave a little throaty laugh, stepping closer.

‘Well Hello there darlin’.”

“Hello to you to Jon.” Her hand moved to his crotch and he groaned slightly. Its been weeks since he felt a woman’s hands on him.

A pair of dark eyes flashed before him. He opened his eyes, grinded his teeth and push the woman onto the table.

He opened her shirt, his hands squeezing her breasts. Her hands were all over him as their mouths touched he groaned into her.

Her hands moved into his shirt, flicking his nipples , stroking his fur.

Flashes of Cheyenne drove into his mind. He opened his eyes trying to force her from his mind.

The girl in front of him was ready and willing, grabbing at his ass, her hands stroking his erection.

“What the fuck am I doing?” He jerked from her and shaking his head vigorously.

I cant even screw another woman. What the fuck has she done to me?

‘I’m sorry darling but this is not gonna happen.”

The girl looked at him, confusion written all over her face. He was hot and ready and then turned cold and distant in the wink of an eye.

“Sorry honey. Maybe next time.” He kissed her softly on the lips, feeling sorry for using her. Her hand crept up to his head and pulled him down towards her, Jon gave in to her demand and his hand rested on her hip for a moment.

The kiss put the smile back on her face and she walked off, looking back once before she disappeared around the corner.

Jon didn’t notice the flash going off as he kissed the woman, the owner of the camera snickering as he walked away.

‘Got you, you bastard! Wonder if your sweet fiance will appreciate this Jon Bon Jovi?” The man put his precious find back into his bag.

He opened the shower and stepped into it. His body was in pain and he needed to get relieve fast. His hand reached for his swollen staff and a bitter laugh rush from his lips.

Brilliant! A rock star giving himself a hand job! How fucking pathetic…

His mind started wandering as his hand moved faster, Cheyenne’s body laying on the bed, her body glistened in sweat, her head thrown back as a moan escape her lips.

His body jerked and he felt himself spill over his hand. His body was sated but his mind screamed for more.

I have to get Cheyenne back. She is my life and fuck knows she has spoiled me for every woman.

He walked out the shower, the mountain on his shoulders was gone and his heart beat to a new rhythm.