Jon was on edge all the way home. Questions were swimming in his head driving him crazy, a cold hand clutched at his heart.
I pray to God everything was only the rambling of a drunk man. But somehow he had a feeling there was truth behind some of the remarks.
He didn’t let anyone know he was coming home and he wanted it that way.
He fell into a restless sleep, dreaming about Cheyenne in Richie’s arms, a moan escaping her lips as his lips closed over her nipples, their hips moving together. They both looked up and laughed at Jon, Richie thrusting harder into her as they sped towards their mutual climax, their eyes never leaving Jon’s face. Suddenly Richie’s face turned into Kenny’s…
Jon woke up with a start.
“FUCK!”
Richie woke up, grabbed his head and threw the pillow over his head.
Holy shit! He had a hangover from hell, his neck is stiff as hell…
“Oh fuck..Cheyenne!”
“In here!”
She was in the kitchen busy making breakfast.
“Cupboard on the left is some tablets.”
‘Thanx honey….shit!”
“How did I get here?”
“I don’t know by the looks of it , stumbled or even crawled..”
“That drunk huh?”
“Yep..”
“Did I at least make it to the couch on my own?”
“Nope…”
“You helped me? But you cannot carry my heavy ass! You are pregnant!”
She turned towards him and handed him a cup of coffee.
“That I know genius, I didn’t carry you, you just leaned on me. How does that feel?”
Her eyes moved towards the red patch on his skin.
‘It burns like hell.”
They walked back to the sitting room. Cheyenne took the pillow and blanket back to her room, dug in her medicine cabinet for an ointment to sooth his burn.
“Come here..AND STAND STILL!”
Richie stood in front of her, his eyes resting on her . A gentle smile played over his face. A small frown covered her forehead as she rubbed in the ointment taking care not to cause him any discomfort. She caught him looking at her and smiled back at him.. neither of them noticing the figure on the porch watching them intently.
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