Chapter 237

His warmth drew her closer to him and she pushed her face into his shirt, her arm pulling him closer.

His heart was hammering in his chest and he looked down at her beautiful face now so close to him, her breathing fanning his chest hair.

His hand had a life of its own, moving down to the apex of her thighs, his fingers slipping inside her panties.

Cheyenne’s dream became vivid and she gave herself over to the pleasure she felt. Jon was all over her, inside her setting her on fire.

Jon teased the nub between her legs, feeling the wetness making her slick and ready for him. He pushed two of his fingers inside her and she moaned, her hips bucking.

She whispered his name and he froze in midair. His body overruled his mind and he unzipped his pants while moving in between her thighs.

Jon slipped into her soaking wetness and as he started moving Cheyenne’s eyes flew open. Shock ripped through her when she realised that she wasn’t actually dreaming.

She tried best she could to cut her feelings off but her body betrayed her and she lifted her hips, grinding into him.

Her breathing ragged. She exploded as she felt him swell inside her, his name rushing from her lips.

Jon groaned against her throat, nipping her shoulder as he pulsed into her, her breasts pushed into the wall of his chest, her nipples stabbing him.

He collapsed on her trying to catch his breath, not ready to face her yet.

Cheyenne lay quietly, marvelling at his weight on her, their swear mingling together. She placed a soft kiss on his shoulder and felt him stiffen.

He moved from her and she suddenly felt cold, reaching for the covers.

“Why are you here, Jon? I thought I told you not to touch me again Couldn’t get a willing body?.”

She whispered the words but to Jon it sounded like a scream.

He jerked at her vicious words, looking at her he saw a stranger staring back at him.

“Yeah I guess that was it.”

“Jon, tell me how to work this thing out. I’m trying my damnest, but you don’t give me a chance.”

“I want you to come clean. Admit you had an affair with Richie. I’ll send him packing and we can try to put this mess together again.”

“NO! You can’t send him packing! I’m sorry but I cannot admit to something I haven’t done.” She knew he wouldn’t believe her even before the words left her mouth.

He stood up, zipping his pants up, a cruel laugh coming from him.

“You will defend him even if you have a chance to save your own ass.” The blue eyes she loves so much was void of any warmth and love, naked disgust burned from them.

“Jon if I even admit to this, how will you ever look at me again. The way you look at me now? I can see the hate and disgust in them.”

He moved so quickly, pressing his face into hers, biting on his teeth as he spoke to her.

“I gave you my fucking heart on a silver plate, I trusted you and you fucked me over. How do you expect me to look at you?”

“Jon I’m going to say this for the last time. Nothing happened between me and Richie. So if you’re finished making a whore of me, please leave my home, I have nothing further to say to you.”

She stood up, slipping her nightie over her head as she rushed towards the bathroom.

He stood in the middle of the room, listening to Cheyenne’s retching.

What in God’s name is wrong with her? Is her conscience getting the better of her now or the stress making her sick?

He stormed into the bathroom, finding her hanging over the toilet, gripping her side.

“Whats wrong with you baby?”

She held her hand up.

“Don’t baby me. And what the hell do you care anyway? Just leave for Gods sake Jon..LEAVE!”

It felt like a bucket of ice cold water was thrown in his face. He backed up, closed the door and walked out.