Chapter 233

Cheyenne sat against the tree by the river, the tree where she and Jon made passionate love.

Would she ever feel his arms around her again? Feel him straining against her, his breath fanning her face, his eyes burning into her?

Her head rested again the rough bark, the wind blowing her hair from her face while tears rolled down her cheeks.

She didn’t hear him approach and it gave him time to watch her unnoticed.

Her face was swollen from all the crying, her neck was raw where he yanked the necklace off. Her lips quivered as new tears streamed down her beautiful face.

A twig snapped as he walked closer and her eyes flew open.

“Jon!”

She stood up and walked towards him, her hand reached out towards his swollen lip.

Cheyenne touched him and he jerked away as if she burned him. Her hand fell to her side.

“Sorry..I didn’t mean…” words escaped her.

He turned his icy blue eyes towards her. Their coldness froze her soul and she stepped back as she read the violence in them.

His eyes raked over her from head to toe and back up again.

“I’m sorry about Kenny. Richie set me straight. I wished you had believed in me enough to tell me what happened, obviously you trust three other men more than you trust me.”

‘No Jon, I didn’t want to come in between you and your business with Kenny and John about some stupid thing he did when he was drunk.”

“That’s not fucking stupid Cheyenne. He almost raped you!”

“Almost..Jon. Its over. Kenny apologised and I accepted.”

They stood before each other in silence.

“Where do we go from here, Jon?”

“I need time ...”

Her heart broke at his words.

She moved towards him suddenly and touched his lips with hers. It was soft and innocent. Just as she lifted her lips he crushed her to him, his lips pounding on hers as his tongue forced into her mouth.

His kiss was hard and punishing lacking the passion she became use to. His hands moved into her hair, keeping her close to him while his mouth ravaged hers.

Her hands moved onto his chest and he jerked away, breaking the kiss immediately.

“NO! I cant do this. Don’t touch me…how could you make love to me and then to Richie? Do you moan the same way when he touch you. Do you scream when he kisses you breasts? Every time I close my eyes I see you and Richie in each other’s arms. FUCK..I cant do this!”

Jon stormed off, leaving Cheyenne standing there, a hopelessness flowing over her.