Chapter 272

Cheyenne woke up with the aroma of freshly baked bread and crispy bacon drifting into her nostrils.

A tray was next to her bed, she stretched out lazily, sit up and gasped as she saw Jon in a chair, his eyes watching her intently.

“Morning.”

“Morning. Thanks for the breakfast but it wasn’t necessary. I could have come down for breakfast.”

“I wanted to speak to you anyway, so I asked Violet to bring your food up.”

One eyebrow flicked up questionly as she bit into freshly baked bread.

“I want to thank you for not discussing our fall out with Richie, I appreciate it. Secondly I want to talk to you about my mother. She is a romantic old soul and would think strangely if we treat each other the way we are doing now. I’m here to ask you to act like you are looking forward to the wedding and for God’s sake don’t flinch when I touch you. She isn’t stupid and I don’t want her to ask any questions. Can you do that for me?”

“Don’t you get tired of all the roll playing Jon?”

“Its actually not role playing. I would enjoy every minute of touching and kissing you, you are the one cringing everytime I touch you. See it as a test run for after we’re married.”

Cheyenne’s sighed.

“I’m tired of playing games Jon. I want a real life, real love, acceptance.”

He sat down on her bed, taking her face in his hands.

“I can give you that. Just give me a chance to show you. I made you happy once. I can do it again.”

“I want to believe you Jon. But I need you to believe in me. I need you to believe in us. Tell me you’ll at least try to believe in me. We cannot raise these babies if you don’t believe in me.”

“We can put everything behind us if we give it a try. I’m willing to try my ass off, are you?”

“Yes, I am.”

“God baby, I was hoping you said that!”

Their lips touched, softly at first, teasing, licking and sucking at each other. Jon’s tongue snaked out of his mouth, thrusting into hers. He tasted her sweetness, his body shivered as he felt her hands raking through his hair, pulling him even more closely to her.

Hot lava turned his veins on fire. His hands slipped underneath her nightie, fondling her full, sensitive breasts.

Cheyenne hissed as Jon’s thumbs flicked over her nipples. Sparks shot from her nipples to the pit of her stomach.

His mouth devoured her throat, his lips biting at he jaw line, licking her earlobes. He felt her gripping his shoulders as she tiled backwards giving him even more access to her skin.

“Do you want this?”

”Oh God yes ..pleaaase!”

Her pleading drove the last restraint he had right out of his guts. He pushed her back against the pillows. She lay back willingly, her eyes heavy as passion shone from them.

His lips found her nipples through the satin, sucking at it, leaving wet circles on the material. His hands felt what his eyes couldn’t see and he closed his eyes, letting his hands tell him what was underneath.

He felt her now very prominent bump, took a bit of time caressing it, his hands moved upwards, kneading her breasts, easing his grip a little as Cheyenne’s whimper edged on pain. He slipped the garment from her, his hands cupping her jaw, stroking her lips with a thumb, sucking in his breath as he felt her bite down on his thumb, the biting turned into licking. She took his thumb into her mouth, sucking sensually at it, drawing a growl from his lips.

She took his shirt off, unbuttoned his jeans, slipping it down as far as possible. He shimmied out of his pants, moving back quickly as he opened her legs to accommodate him there.

He looked like a god, staring down at her with his black eyes, his pouty lips, swollen from her kissing. His muscled shoulders came into view and her eyes drifted lower to her favourite place.

He took one of her hands towards his chest flattening it so her palm lay flat against his chest.

“Touch me baby I want you to feel me…”