Her heartbeat slowed down, and Jon lifted his head. Pressing a quick kiss on her breast.
“Damn baby..you had me in a whirl tonight. I’m too damn scared to ask, but have you done this before?”
“JON!? That’s a terrible thing to ask! Of course not.”
She slipped from the pool table, caught the humorous glint in his eyes. Jon pulled up his jeans and threw his shirt over his shoulder.
Cheyenne took a little more time to gather everything. It was strewn all over the pub.
She decided to put the coat on. There was no need to dress again any way.
Jon took her hands, flicked of the light. They walked towards her cottage.
“Well, I guess you can move back to my place now…no need to stay here anymore.”
Cheyenne pouted at him.”But I love it here.”
“Hey, no backchat. You are engaged to me know, so I want you back in my house.” He gave her a mock frown. Cheyenne wasn’t fooled.
“Oooh getting all tough now that I’ve agreed to marry you? Sorry rockstar I will not be pushed around..”
“That’s not what you said a few minutes ago, from where I was standing it seemed to me that you liked been pushed around.” He grabbed her around the waist and growled in her ear.
“Ooh but that was a good kind of pushing…and don’t change the subject.”
“I don’t know about you, but wouldn’t your parents be a bit upset if they found me sleeping in your bed already?”
Jon opened the door, shaking his head while he smiled at her frowning face.
“I think there is a little something you forgot…look at me..what do you see?”
“I see a sexy ass, blonde guy with stunning blue eyes…bulging biceps..fur from heaven…If you want compliments just ask for it Jon, no need to fish for it”
He dragged her to the couch, pulling her down to sit with him. Her coat slipped open and he stared at her exposed breast. His hand automatically reached for her rosy pink nipple.
“Actually that’s not what I was hoping for…I thought as much…baby…what I’m trying to say is …Jon Bon Jovi..rockstar. Anything ring a bell?”
Cheyenne widened her eyes.. feigning a shocked look
“NOOOO, you are Jon Bon Jovi , the rockstar???!! I thought you looked a bit familiar, I’m not a Bon Jovi fan really, so..”
Jon roared and Cheyenne gave him a shit faced grin.
‘Oh fuck baby…I can’t breathe..” He was shaking the whole couch.
“Ok and your point is..?”
“Ohh God…Ok let me….just …..shit…ok why would my parents be upset about you sleeping in my bed? Rockstars sleep with women all the time…and its NOT their wives I’m talking about. I think my mom and dad will survive besides I AM 45 years old. Doesn’t that count for something?”
‘Well firstly…rockstar..I want your parents to respect me, secondly I was hoping your parents wouldn’t see you as just another rockstar with rockstar habits..Thirdly I know you are ancient you don’t have to rub my nose in it”
He slipped the coat form her shoulders, planting a kiss on her collarbone.
“You are so damn precious, always worried about other people’s feelings. I think that’s why I love you so much. Ok I’ll fucking humor you with this…but honey don’t even think to deny me my sex…cause then we’re gonna have big shit on our hands. Deal?”
“Deal!” She sealed the deal with a hot searing kiss.
“Now are you staying with me tonight?”
“Hell yeah, after that performance earlier, you think I can sleep alone in my own bed?”
“I was hoping you would say that.” She took his hand and led him to the bedroom.
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