Chapter 70

Cheyenne nibbled on her food, listening to the guys chatting about the coming week and the songs they were writing. She wasn’t really hungry but she didn’t have the strength to power struggle two men about eating her dinner.

Jon rested his hand on her leg, stroking now and again, making her pulse racing. Richie was lying back against the bed next to her. She felt so safe with them surrounding her like that. The man she loved more than herself was stroking her thigh and her dear friend she loved so much was sitting with her in her time of need.

How did she ever survive without them?

Cheyenne tried to hide the yawn , but they noticed it immediately. She didn’t want to be alone, not tonight. Mark visited her in her dreams and it scared the living hell out of her.

Richie handed her, her pills and she washed it down. He didn’t miss the pleading look in her eyes.

“Ok, so who is going to take the first shift?”

“I’ll sit with her until she falls asleep, you go to bed.”

The guys stood up and Jon walked with Richie to his bedroom.

“I don’t know how to thank you for tonight, Richie. The marks on her body is killing me. Did you see what the fuck that guy did? He bit her, her whole fucking body is covered with bruises and cuts. Her back is raw. This guy nearly killed her you know that? Fuck I should have killed him! What if she can’t have kids, she so young? Shit I wish I could make everything ok I wish I could take the pain from her.”

Richie saw the desperation in his friends face, he felt hopeless himself.

“Well Jon, we can only be there for her, time would tell. I know when I saw her lying on the floor I felt like vomiting on the spot. I have never in my fucking life seen anybody been hurt like that. When I saw all the blood I thought she was in serious trouble. I just hope she would be able to have kids. She would be a great mother. Are you going with her tomorrow morning or should I?”

“I’ll go with her. Well asshole you have a good night. I’ll stay with her tonight.”

The two men embraced each other. They have seen a lot of shit over the years but this was new to them.

Jon walked into the bedroom and found Cheyenne lying on her side cradling her ribs against a pillow.

She smiled at him and his heart skipped a beat. She patted next to her on the bed and Jon sat down. She sat up slowly and reached for him, pain filling her eyes. He felt her fumbling with his buttons on his shirt. He stood up ridding himself of his shoes. Deciding to leave his jeans on for his own sanity.

He looked at her and she saw the familiar fire smouldering in his brilliant eyes.

“Would you lay with me in bed? I don’t want to be alone , I need to feel your arms around me…please Jon?”

“Oh, baby I’ll sell my soul to hold you in my arms.”

She laid down and Jon took the pillow from her replacing it with his warm body.

“Are you sure I’m not going to hurt you?”

“No I’ll be just fine you just hold me, ok?”

She snuggled into his chest breathing his scent and feeling his hair tickling her face.
His arms were holding her lightly making sure not to cause any discomfort.

He smelled her hair and felt the satin of her nightie gliding over his palms.

I’m burning up for her…God how am I going to survive this without a huge hard on.

He felt her muscles relax and heard her breathing deeper.

He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep before his body betrayed him.