Chapter 242

Cheyenne opened the door and found a smiling Richie at the door.

He gave her a once over and a soft smile played on his lips as his eyes rested on her little bump.

He came inside, hugging her to his solid frame, loving the glow on her cheeks.

His hand moved down to her tummy, the big hand stroking softly.

“You look wonderful honey! Your little tummy is so fucking cute. I wish Jon could see you now.”

Shadows moved in her eyes when Richie mentioned his name.

“How is he?”

“Just great, if you count out the drinking, the sulking and the bad moods. He is doing just fucking great! I feel sorry for the poor bastard but you know what I think this suffering is doing him good…he’ll eat out of your hands in no time.”

“I don’t want him eating out of my hand, I want him to love me again.”

“He loves you sweetie. Believe me, he loves you. He just doesn’t know how to say sorry. And..” his eyes moved downwards.

“ if you just wanna tell him about them..I can promise you he will be at this door in a second flat.”

Stacey came walking in and Richie turned around. She took his breath away.

His eyes caught the sparkling of the ring on her finger and his body moved forward, crushing her to him.

His lips moved over hers, pouring all his love into that one kiss. Stacey was quite breathless and unsteady by the time he lifted his dark head.

“Does this mean yes?”

She nodded at him and he gave a loud whoop. Cheyenne smiled at the touching scene before her.

“Well I’m gonna take my dinner to my room and catch a movie. You two enjoy yourselves. Don’t mind me, but please remember the walls are on the thin side…” Her eyes twinkled as she walked out.

They lounged in the sitting room, holding each other close as they watched a movie.

Richie was in seventh heaven, having Stacey in his arms again.

They talked everything through and they realised that a misunderstanding and a vicious woman almost cost them their happiness.

“Wanna go up to my room Sambora?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

He pulled her up with a little more force than necessary.

When the door closed behind them , they reached for each other.

Her hands were inside his shirt, his hands were unbuttoning her shirt with an alarming speed.

Cool air rushed against her skin when her bra fell on the floor. Richie’s head leaned forward, taking a nipple in his mouth. Her hand wound in his hair, keeping him against her aching nipples.

He scooped her up and lay her on the bed, his eyes roaming over her. His hands pulled impatiently at her pants and she lifted her hips to help him get rid of the piece of material.

He shimmied out of his pants and his erection sprang free.

“I like what I see Sambora. Come here…”

He lowered himself on her, his elbows taking most of his weight off her.

“I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks. You made me suffer young lady and I’m gonna make you pay.”

Her teeth nibbled at his throat and a hissing sound escaped his lips.

‘I cant wait.”