Pull yourself together, Cheyenne. Shit it’s only a week!
Joe met her at the door and put her luggage into the limo. Jon walked with her towards the door and kissed her but when he pulled her closer she felt his body shivering. He held her like that for a while, not wanting to let her go.
“I have to go now…”
He blew out his breath and his eyes were a light baby blue, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips. He shoved his hands into his jeans and he suddenly looked very vulnerable.
“Have a safe trip baby! I’ll call you, k?”
“I’ll be waiting….”
Violet gave her a kiss and a warm hug….reminding her to be safe and that she better come back.
“Of cause I’ll be back! It’s only a week.”
She got into the limo and Jon stood at the door. A breathtaking scene….Broad shoulders , tight jeans, bare feet….golden mane moving slightly in the breeze and his blue eyes piercing into hers. The gorgeous smile was absent and her heart felt heavy…
She sat in the plane waiting for the airhostess to announce that the plane would be taking off.
The flight was long but Cheyenne slept through half of it. She was weary from the passionate night before….
Stacey nearly knocked her over when she reached Cheyenne.
‘You look so good gal…what has Jon been feeding you or rather doing to you?”
“He has an excellent housekeeper and for the doing part…wouldn’t you like to know!”
She had a naughty glint in her eye. Stacey laughed.
Wayne hugged Cheyenne “You look so well! Having a great time between all the rockstars? Are they spoiling you?”
“I’m having a great time! I’m so happy there and everyone is so nice…by the way I met Dorothea the other day..”
‘Shit gal spill the beans….”
She told them about the meeting and they all sat down to enjoy a cup of coffee and some sandwiches.
The wedding fever took over and the girls got so engrossed that they lost track of time. They paged through countless books. She saw the invitations…the cake and her heart swelled seeing her friend as happy as she was.
They all went out to dinner at their favourite restaurant. They ordered some wine and starters. Wayne was in a good mood and Stacey was like a blushing bride from all the excitement. The whole evening involved wedding plans and by the time they got home Cheyenne’s eyes were drooping.
“Well, Chey. I can see you are ready to hit the hay. So I’m gonna say goodnight to ya. We have to be up bright and early tomorrow morning.”
Cheyenne took a quick shower and went back to her room, she flicked off the light. She was drifting away when her phone rang….
“Cheyenne speaking…”
“Did anyone ever told you, you have a sexy voice on the telephone?”
“Of cause…I get that quite regularly. Just the other day I had a rockstar telling me the same thing…”
‘Now who would that be, someone famous?”
“If you consider Bon Jovi famous…then yeah I guess so…”
“So tell me which one of the four was it?”
“Oh it was the lead singer, Jon Bon Jovi. Know him?”
“Not personally no. Do you know him personally?’
‘Yes….very personally…”
‘Having the hots for the guy?”
“Hell, yeah. I mean HE IS JON BON JOVI. And between you and me. He has a killer body….God I love his body…” She was really enjoying this..
“I’m listening….’
She breathed out slowly…and closed her eyes seeing him before her” He has the bluest eyes you can drown in them, a smile that makes your stomach flip, and a ass so tight you want to grab them and squeeze, strong arms that knock the breath right out of you…thighs you just want to bounce on….a chest so broad and hard, fur you can lose yourself in, abs you wanna lick and a hard steel shaft you wanna feel inside you, filling you up ….”
‘OOOOH FUCK baby…you are giving me a huge hard on…how am I going to survive this week?”
She giggled “Well you asked for it, mr!”
She heard his husky laugh, “Tell me what are you wearing, baby?”
“Well, black satin…..matching panties….”
“Fuck me! Black satin? I flying over…right now..”
‘Hold on cowboy…I don’t want you near me for a whole week. I need to recover…so you just stay where you are!”
“God I’m missing you already…”
“Oh you’ll survive cowboy…you’ll survive..”
“Quite a heartless little bitch I see…Are you going to dream of me tonight?”
“I might…you gonna dream of me?”
“Yep, I might have a wet dream with my luck!” Cheyenne giggled at the hopelessness in his voice.
She heard the longing in his voice when she hung up the phone a while later.
She drifted into a peaceful sleep, Jon on her mind…
Jon was lying on the bed with a bottle of wine in his hand…..fuck this woman is screwing with his mind.
He was drunk and he knew he’d better stop or he’ll have a huge hangover and tomorrow is not a good day to have a hangover.
Richie was sleeping in the next room, snoring like there’s no tomorrow. He was definitely going to have a hangover tomorrow.
He needed to have that talk with Richie as soon as possible…
He put the bottle down and closed his eyes. A pair of brown eyes floated before him….
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