Friday, September 24, 2010

Chapter 108

“That prick was a real piece of work.” Richie commented as he and his bandmates sat at a table in the hotel bar. The after party was in full swing and they’d been kept busy schmoozing until now. “I wonder how many assholes like that Ronnie’s had to deal with. No wonder she’s a little wary of relationships. Is she okay?”

Jon shrugged, his gaze riveted on Veronica across the room where she was talking to a couple crew members. She’d tried to assure him that she was fine, but he didn’t believe her. Her eyes were a little too dark, her laugh a little too brittle, her smile a little too bright. “I don’t know. She says, she is, but....” He shrugged again.

Richie studied his friend’s face very carefully. “Don’t man.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t gear up for another ride on the Guilt Express. It’s not your fault. Don’t blame yourself.”

Jon sipped his wine. “Then who should I blame? If it hadn’t been for what happened back then she would never have had to deal with that kind of bullshit.”

“But you didn’t cause it to happen. Nobody did. I thought you’d stopped focusing on the past.”

“I did...but this afternoon brought it all back again.” Jon grimaced. “It just pisses me off. She’s been through enough without having that kind of shit thrown at her. It makes me want to beat on someone.”

They all nodded in agreement.

“All you can do is be there for her shoulder to cry on.” Richie advised.

“And let us know if we need to take the fucker out!” Tico growled.

Back in their room, Veronica quickly got ready for bed and climbed in. Pulling the blankets up over her shoulder, she turned on her side, curled up and closed her eyes.

Jon frowned at her as he undressed more slowly and joined her. After a moment he rose up on an elbow and touched her shoulder. “Nica? Honey?”

“Not tonight Jon...please.”

Even though she tried to hide it, he could hear the emotions all but choking her. As much as he wanted to make love to her – to show her that she was still desirable – he understood why she might not feel like it. “Let me hold you. Let me do that much for you.”

With a sigh, she rolled over and curled up against him. Tom’s attitude wasn’t a surprise to her – she’d heard it all before – but hearing it again today was a shock. She hadn’t been prepared to see him, let alone brace herself for his opinion on her ‘disability’. She’d be okay tomorrow, but tonight her emotions were a little raw and she appreciated Jon’s warmth, understanding and comfort.

Jon let his hands rub over her back and arm and debated what to do or say. Finally, he just kissed her head. “I love you.”

Veronica squeezed her eyes tight, pressed even closer to him, but stayed silent. Whether she believed the words or not, tonight she needed to hear them....but she wasn’t ready to say them back to him.

The next day she was back to her usual self, although the guys all watched her carefully and treated her like glass. She took it as long as she could.

“Guys, I appreciate your concern, but I’m fine. Really!”

They accepted her words, but continued to keep a close eye on her. Knowing they weren’t going to stop, she did her best to ignore it.

In Dublin, her Ghosts of Boyfriends Past struck again. They were at the after party and Veronica was making the rounds with Jon as usual when she saw him.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

Jon heard her mutter and raised a brow. “Problem?”

“Bad karma or something.” She headed for the bar- she needed fortification. Jon would have followed, but was detained by a local reporter that he’d met earlier and had another question.

But she never made it to the bar.


Taking a deep breath, she took a moment to brace herself for what was sure to be, at the very least, an uncomfortable conversation, before turning around. “Brad. What are you doing here?”

His smirk suggested she should know. “The station got an invitation. In fact, I believe you sent it.”

“Uh huh....for the program director and DJs. Those invites don’t generally reach the station president. But what are you doing in Ireland?”

“I try to visit each station at least once a year. I was meeting with the staff at our station here when Bon Jovi’s concert and the after party was mentioned. I’d heard through the grapevine that you were travelling with them as head of promotions, so I thought I’d take the opportunity to come say hello.” He gave her a very thorough once over. “You look great.”

“Thanks.” She frowned when he looked thoughtful. “What?”

“I’m just trying to remember why we broke up.”

Veronica snorted. “Ask your wife. I bet she can jog your memory. As I recall, you said that she had more to offer you.”

“You couldn’t give me children. She could.”

“The fact that her father owned a network of radio stations didn’t hurt either.” She retorted dryly.

Brad just shrugged. It was no secret that he was ambitious and he wasn’t about to apologize for it. “So how are things with you?”

“Great. Couldn’t be better.”

Sandy brows lifted. “Really? Even though you’re alone?”

This time it was ebony brow that rose. “Who says I’m alone?”

“There’s no ring on your finger and you’re touring the world for weeks at a time with a rock band.”

“So? I may not be married, but I’m not alone.”

“Uh huh.” He looked her over again. “You’re still a very beautiful woman Veronica. There’s no reason you have to do without.....human contact. I can help with that.”

Veronica stared at him, stunned. “You can’t be serious!”

“Why not? Marriage is out of the question for you anyway, and there’s no worry of pregnancy, so there’s no reason why we can’t have some fun. We were always good together.”

By the bar, Jon watched Veronica’s eyes narrow and her face flush, and wished the bartender would hurry up with their drinks.

“No reason? You’re married for one, and I don’t sleep with married men. For another, I told you, I already have someone.” She saw Jon approaching out of the corner of her eye. “Why would I want you, when I have him?” She gestured towards Jon. When he stopped beside her, she accepted the drink he held out. “Thanks babe.” Taking a healthy swallow, she introduced the two men.

Brad shook Jon’s hand, then smirked at Veronica. “You actually expect me to believe that you’re with a rock star?”

Jon stiffened, immediately grasping the situation. “Believe it! I fuck her brains out every chance I get.”


“Sorry honey, but I’m sick of this shit!”

“You are aware that she can’t have kids, aren’t you?” Brad asked.

“I don’t give a fuck! If she wants them, we’ll find a way. But more importantly, Ronnie is a beautiful, smart, talented woman, that is everything that I need and want, and if I have anything to say about it, we’ll be together for a very, very long time.”

Veronica blinked back tears, raised a hand to cup his cheek and kissed him. “Thank you.”

Jon grinned at her then turned back to Brad. “And I don’t care if you broadcast it over every one of your stations!”

“He won’t. Then he’d have to try and explain to his wife why he was trying to set me up as his mistress!” Veronica assured him.

Brad grimaced. “Okay, okay, I get the message.” He smiled ruefully. “I really do hope you find happiness Veronica.”

“I have.” She assured him, sliding her arm around Jon’s waist and hugging him close. Jon hugged her back.

Brad nodded and walked away.

Reaching the table where the guys were sitting, Veronica set down her drink. “I’ll be right back.” At their concerned look, she pointed towards a narrow hallway. “Little girls’ room.”

Jon sat down with a heavy sigh.

“Another ex-boyfriend?” Richie guessed.

“How did you know?”

“Medium height, medium build, light brown hair, blue eyes....seems to be her type.”

Jon grunted. “Well she’s got the real thing now, so the others can all fuck off.”

A waitress came by to see if they wanted anything. They all ordered food, enough for Veronica as well.

“Another margarita, and something chocolate.” Jon added.

“We have a delicious dark chocolate mousse cake.” The waitress suggested.

“Perfect. Thanks.”

“She needs chocolate?” David asked. “That bad huh?”

“Uh huh. Fucker went on again about her inability to have kids.” Jon grimaced. “I probably told him more than I should have.” He quickly gave them a rundown of the conversation. “Fuck it! I don’t care if they broadcast it all over the fucking globe!”

The guys exchanged glances, pleasantly surprised that Jon was actually putting someone he cared about ahead of his career. It was a first in their experience, and they hoped it didn’t turn out badly or he’d never do it again.

Veronica sat down, crossed her arms on the table and laid her head on them. “What did I do to deserve this? Who did I fuck over in another life?”

“Come on nina, it’s not that bad.” Tico, who was sitting beside her, rubbed her back.

She lifted her head just enough to look at him. “Really? Let’s life was going along just fine....and then the worst events of my life came back to haunt me. First, Kidd here decides he wants to reminisce and somehow tracks me down....”

“Southside.” Jon interrupted.


“Southside told me he’d seen you...and where to find you.”

“Oh. Anyway, so then you guys show up in Nashville, completely disrupting my nice, comfortable life. Then Jon pushes until I give him all the gory details of losing my – our – child, I get to meet his kids – they’re great, but reminders just the same, have a couple of wonderful conversations with his mother – having my fingernails pulled out would be more fun, by the way, and now two of my exes show up to remind me of their opinion that since I can’t reproduce, I’m not a complete woman – although apparently I’m still good enough to fool around with. Yeah, it’s been a banner fucking year!” She laid her head down again and groaned.

Jon slung one arm around her shoulders and hugged her to him, cradling her head against his chest with the other. “Look at the bright side. You got to come out on tour and spend lots of quality time with us again, we added some excitement to your life......and you got me back....and we got Boots.”

Veronica snorted, but squeezed his hand and leaned against him. The waitress arrived with their food, the smell of chocolate teased her nose, capturing her interest immediately and she sat up. Sinking her fork into the gooey cake she lifted it to her mouth and sighed in appreciation. “Mmmmm.” She swallowed and leaned over to kiss Jon. “Thank you.”

He licked his lips, tasting woman and chocolate. “Mmmm. Delicious.” Leaning over he brushed her ear with his mouth. “Let me know when you’re ready to head upstairs sugar.” He had plans.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Chapter 107

Things had been going smoothly since Dubai – too smoothly. Veronica was afraid something was going to happen to disrupt the even flow of her days – she just wasn’t prepared for what it would be.

They were in Frankfurt doing interviews. Veronica walked down the hallway to meet the final reporter of the day who happened to be from an international magazine.


The voice had her hackles rising before she even looked up. “Tom? What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to interview the band for the magazine. God, it’s good to see you!” The light brown haired, blue eyed man hugged her, ignoring the stiffness of her body. “How have you been?”

“I’m great Tom.” She frowned at her list when he let her go. “I had Kurt down on my list.”

“Yeah, he was originally scheduled to come, but when I heard that you were doing promotions with them this tour, I got my editor to switch us.”


“Because I wanted to see you. To see how you’re doing. It’s been a long time. I’ve always felt bad.”

“Because you dumped me, or because of the reason you dumped me?”

Tom smiled. “You’re still a beautiful, passionate woman.”

“But not a whole woman, right?” It was all she could do not to snarl.

He looked sad. “That’s why I feel bad. A woman as beautiful as you shouldn’t have to end up alone.”

Veronica had to steel herself against the urge to punch him. “Well, you don’t have to feel bad, and you don’t have to worry about me. I’m doing just great. In fact, I’ve never been happier in my life...and I’m not alone.”

His look said he didn’t believe her. “But you’re not married either I see.” He looked pointedly at her left hand.

She shrugged. “I’ve been a little busy lately, but that may come soon.”

“Uh huh.”

“Hey sis, the guys are ready for you.” Matt spoke from the nearby doorway to the command centre, where apparently he’d heard enough.

“Thanks Matty. Come on Tom, they’re this way.” She started down the hallway.

“Why did he call you sis?” He knew she had no family.

“I’ve known him since he was a teenager....and he’s my boyfriend’s brother.”

If that was her boyfriend’s brother, then chances were that her boyfriend was around somewhere. He hadn’t thought beyond that when she stopped in front of a door and opened it.

Jon looked up as the door opened, his instincts going on full alert at his first glimpse of Veronica’s face. It wasn’t obvious, but he knew her well enough to know something was wrong. There was a subtle tenseness to her face, her lips were pressed into a thin line, her smile stiff and unnatural. Violet eyes were dark and turbulent, sending him a message....but he wasn’t sure what it was.

Veronica introduced the men, then moved to the refreshment table. “Anyone want anything? Babe? You want some water or tea?”

The band members exchanged glances. Jon met Veronica’s eyes and debated whether it was a slip or deliberate. Was he supposed to ignore it or go with it? “Water thanks.” He stood and walked over to join her. “What’s going on?” His voice was a low murmur for her ears only.

“I’ll explain later.” She leaned against him. She was breaking her own rule, but right now the need to wipe the sympathetic, condescending look off her ex’s face out weighed the need to keep her relationship with Jon quiet. His hand rose to squeeze her hip.

The interview was very stiff. The guys weren’t rude, but they were very wary and cautious with what they said. There was no joking around or easy conversation. They didn’t know what exactly was going on, but they knew that Veronica was upset, and it had something to do with this man. That’s all they needed to know for their protective instincts to rise to the forefront.

Tom watched in amusement, not believing for a minute that Veronica was dating Jon Bon Jovi. She was just putting on a show for him. No man of Bon Jovi’s calibre would be involved with a damaged woman like Veronica.....unless he didn’t know.

Jon watched the man opposite him and wondered exactly what his role in Veronica’s life had been – or more precisely, what had happened to make her so tense in his presence. He also had a feeling the man was itching to say something, but didn’t want to in front of Veronica. “Honey? Why don’t we give Tom here a tour program? Would you mind getting one please?”

“Sure babe, no problem.” She knew she was being sent from the room for some macho reason, but didn’t care. She was more than happy to get out of there for a few minutes.

Closing the door behind her, she blew out a breath and walked down the hallway to the command centre. Matt and Paul were sitting at Paul’s desk talking, but looked up at her entrance, concern written on both their faces.

“Everything okay sis?” Matt asked. “Who is that asshole anyway?”

“Tom Parker. He’s a reporter....and an ex-boyfriend of mine.” Veronica admitted.

“I kind of figured that from the way he was talking to you in the hallway. But I thought I must have misunderstood...I thought you had better taste than that!”

Veronica smiled wryly. “He wasn’t always like that.” Just since she’d told him she couldn’t have children. She picked up a program and turned back towards the door.

“You don’t have to go back in there Ronnie,” Paul offered, “I can take that.”

“Thanks, but I’d better go make sure that Jon doesn’t say something he shouldn’t.” She was a professional and she didn’t need anyone fighting her personal battles for her.

In the interview room, Jon studied his opponent, debating strategies. “How do you know Ronnie?”

“Ronnie? Oh, you mean Veronica. You call her Ronnie? She would never let me call her that.”

Jon smiled smugly. “I’ve called her that for twenty years.”

“So you’re old friends then.” That explained it.

“Among other things. So how do you know her?”

“We met through a mutual friend, and dated for several years. In fact I almost proposed. It was a close call.”

“What happened?”

“Luckily, I found out she was barren before I wasted money on a ring.”

“Luckily?” The muscle twitched in Jon’s jaw.

Richie, David and Tico leaned forward, not liking where this was going. If Jon didn’t say something to defend Veronica, they were fully prepared to.

“Yeah.” Sensing the tension in the other men, he glanced around the room. “You have to agree, no man wants a damaged woman – at least not for a wife.”

Jon’s eyes narrowed. “A womb doesn’t make a woman, especially one like Ronnie. She’s got a whole lot more going for her.”

“Oh sure, she’s beautiful and smart, but would you ever consider marrying her when she can’t give you children?” Tom was sure he knew the answer, so Jon’s reply stunned him.

“In a heartbeat. I was stupid and let her go once, not realizing what a wonderful, special woman I had. I won’t make that mistake again.” Jon knew he was telling a reporter too much, but he couldn’t just sit there and listen to the man denigrating Veronica.

Tom’s brows rose. “You really are dating her then?” He couldn’t believe it.


“Oh, but you already have kids don’t you.” Tom nodded to himself as if that explained it. “You can afford to be generous and overlook her shortcomings. I couldn’t do that.”

Richie held his breath and waited to see if he was needed to stop Jon from beating the man to a pulp – or help him! A low growl rumbled in Tico’s throat.

Jon shrugged and clenched his hands until his knuckles turned white. “Your loss, my gain. I got a second chance with her. She’s everything I could ask for. Beautiful, smart, funny, caring, considerate, excellent at her job....she’s all woman,” he leaned forward and pinned Tom with an icy glare. “And all mine!” His smile was smug and not the least bit friendly.

Veronica opened the door and immediately felt the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. “Everything okay?” She glanced around at the band members who all just smiled at her. “Jon?”

“Everything’s fine sugar. Tom and I were just discussing what traits we find important when it comes to women.”

She stiffened. “Well, I’m sorry I missed that conversation!” Sarcasm dripped from each word. “Although, I already know what Tom finds important, and what’s a deal breaker for him.” She held out the program. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” Tom took the program and stood, preparing to leave. “For the record Veronica, I am sorry it couldn’t work out between us.”

“I’m not. It opened my eyes to what’s really important in life.” She moved to stand beside Jon, her hand settling on his shoulder. “I’ve found someone who understands and agrees....who encourages and supports me instead of trying to change me....who loves me for who I am, and sees me as a whole woman, not a damaged one.” Jon’s hand rose to cover hers and squeeze.

There was a brief knock on the door before it opened and Matt stuck his head in. “Obie’s just about ready for sound check if you’re finished.”

“Yeah, we’re done. Will you show Tom out?” Jon replied.

“Gladly.” Matt didn’t elaborate on exactly how he’d like to show him out.

“Thanks guys. Have a good show.” Tom glanced at all of them, but wisely didn’t attempt to shake hands. “ was nice to see you again. In spite of everything....I hope you’re happy.”

“I am. Goodbye Tom.”

As soon as the door closed behind him, Jon stood and wrapped Veronica in his arms. She released a shaky breath and clung to him. “Don’t listen to assholes like him. You are a wonderful, whole woman! And I love you.”

She just hugged him tighter.

“I can’t understand what she saw in that asshole.” David grumbled.

“Can’t you?” Richie answered. He hadn’t missed the resemblance between Tom and their illustrious leader.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Chapter 106

Veronica hit the send button, leaned back in her chair and sighed in satisfaction and relief. The final report for Dubai was done and on its way to Vince. Now she could relax a little and focus on the rest of the tour.


She glanced up to see Jon standing in the doorway to the connecting room, shirtless and barefoot. She still insisted on having two rooms, using one as an office where she could work without disturbing Jon and vice versa. “Yep. Report done and filed.”

“Good. Dinner’s here.”

Veronica stood, stretched and joined him in the other room. She wasn’t totally surprised to see a table set for two complete with flowers and candlelight. Her Johnny was on his best behaviour the last couple days, very attentive and considerate in his quest to prove to her that his feelings were real. From blankets and pillows on the plane when she wanted to sleep to washing her hair in the shower to arranging for her favourite meals, he made sure she had whatever she wanted or needed.  “What’s with all this?”

He shrugged. “Just thought we’d have a nice dinner. By staying in we can be comfortable and not be bothered.”

Veronica looked over the table, set with linen table cloth and napkins and fine china. “I feel a little under dressed though.” She glanced at his bare chest. “Or maybe over dressed.”

Jon chuckled and bent to kiss her neck as he sat her formally. “Whatever makes you comfortable sugar.” Two fingers plucked out the clip she’d used to pull back her hair while she was working, allowing the ebony locks to fall back around her face. “That’s better.”

During dinner, they talked about everything and nothing. Afterwards, Jon sat in the corner of the couch, Veronica curled up against him while they watched a movie. Calloused fingertips caressed the smooth skin of her arm and slid underneath the hem of her shirt to access the warm firmness of her stomach. Feminine fingers played with the thick mat of his chest hair.

A while later, Jon went to say something to her only to realize that she was asleep. Smiling gently, he carried her to bed.

When they arrived at the hotel in Stuttgart, the concierge handed Veronica a sheet of paper. “Ms. Watson, here’s your schedule for the spa. If you wish to change anything, just give them a call.”

“Oh, but I didn’t.....”

“Thanks.” Jon interrupted and nudged her towards the elevator.

The elevator doors closed and the car began to move. “You want to tell me what this is all about?” She waved the sheet.

“I thought you deserved a day of pampering and relaxation after all your hard work the last few months.” Jon ignored the smirks from his bandmates. He wasn’t hiding what he was trying to do, from Veronica or anyone. He just hoped it worked.

Loud kissing sounds came from behind him. He ignored that too.

“Your nose is getting a little brown there Kidd.” Richie commented.

“Ignore them.” Veronica advised, lifting her face to kiss him. “I appreciate it. Thank you.”

“That’s all that matters sugar, and you’re welcome.”


“Watch it Joker, or I’ll have a little chat with Lexi.” Veronica warned their tormentor.

There were no more comments from the peanut gallery.

Veronica opened the door to the suite, feeling pummelled, buffed and polished...and more relaxed than she had in months. She hoped Jon was okay with staying in for dinner – she didn’t think she had the energy to go out.

Stepping into the sitting room she found all five band members and Matt sprawled on various pieces of furniture. She sank down onto the couch, leaned her head back and closed her eyes.

“How was the spa little girl?”

“Wonderful! I feel like a melted puddle of goo that has been buffed and polished to a high gloss.” She opened one eye and looked at Jon. “Do you mind if we stay in for dinner tonight? I’m not sure I can get up off this couch.”

“That’s fine sugar, whatever you want.”

She closed her eye again. The room was silent for so long she opened her eyes again to see if they’d all left. They hadn’t. In fact, they were all staring at her – four of them expectantly, Jon a little warily. “What?”

The other men all looked at Jon, who shifted slightly in his chair. “Did I ever mention that we were thinking about doing a free show in Central Park?” He held his breath, hoping the answer wasn’t one that would put him in the doghouse again, but he couldn’t honestly remember whether he’d told her or not.

“I vaguely remember hearing something about that. Why?”

“I just got a call from the Mayor’s office. It’s a go.”

“That’s nice. When?” She closed her eyes again.

“July 12.”  Jon let out a relieved breath at her unconcerned reaction.

The others exchanged glances.  “That’s all you have to say? You’re not going to start yelling?”

Veronica opened her eye to look at David. “No. Why would I?”

“Because we – well, Jon – just dropped another surprise show on you.”

“It’s a free concert, right?”

“Yeah, so?”

“So...I don’t really have to promote anything. A joint announcement with the Mayor, you guys mention it in a few interviews,” She glanced at Matt. “A note on the website, maybe something with Pierre at the radio station, that’s pretty much it.” She yawned. “No sweat.”

“Gee, just because she just promoted the hell out of the first ever rock concert in the Middle East, basically single handed, she thinks she can do anything.” Richie winked at her.

She grinned. “Yep! If you can play it, I can sell it.”

“No argument there, sugar.”

“I’m not disagreeing with her, but she could say the sky was green and you wouldn’t argue with her.” David pointed out.

Jon shrugged. “I may be slow on the uptake, but I’m learning.”

Veronica just smiled and closed her eyes again.

Several hours later, Jon and Veronica were curled up on the couch, watching T.V. after dinner, when his phone rang.


“Hi Daddy.”

“Hi Steph. What’s up?”

“Are the kids coming out with you again this tour?”

“Yeah. The end of June, as soon as you guys are out of school.”


“Um...we’ll be in England.”

“Again?” There was a slight whine in her voice.

“I’m sorry that it always seems to be England when you guys come out, but that’s the schedule – England in June.”

Big sigh. “Okay. Will you let us know when as soon as possible?”

“Uh huh. Mom and I will discuss times.”

“Okay. See you soon. Jesse wants to talk to you. Yes Jess, talk to him about it!”

“Okay. See you sweetie.” This didn’t sound good.


“Hi Jess.” He braced himself.

“Is Ronnie there with you?”

“Yes, she’s here.”

“With you? I mean....with you? You’re still together?”


“You didn’t drive her away with your lying and breaking promises?”

Jon lifted a hand to rub his temple – a sure sign of stress. “No, I didn’t drive her away! I know I screwed up!” He sighed in frustration and held out the phone. “Here, you talk to him!”

Veronica took the phone. “Hi Jesse.”

“You really are there with Dad?”

“Yes, Jess, I am.”

“And you’re still....together?” Jesse didn’t sound convinced.

“Yes.” She wondered where this was coming from.

“Even though he broke his promise to you? How can you do that? How can you trust anything he says?”

Aaahh! “Jess....people aren’t perfect. They make mistakes. Even adults....even parents... make mistakes. Everyone deserves a second chance. Yes, your dad broke a promise to me, but he knows he was wrong to do that, and has promised not to do it again. I’m going to give him the benefit of the doubt. That’s what people who care about each other do. We don’t block people out of our lives just because they make a mistake. We may make the next one.”

“But what if they keep making mistakes like that?”

“Well, then you sit down and talk about it. If they can’t change, and learn from their mistakes, then you walk away from them.” She paused. “Give him a chance Jess, he’s trying.”

 “Not hard enough. He makes promises, but it doesn’t mean anything.” He paused to swallow heavily. “It...hurts when he doesn’t care enough to be there.”

She shot Jon a dark look. “He does care Jess. He loves you all very much. He’s just having some time management problems. He’s working on that, but we all have to be a little patient and help him. It will get better.”

There was silence at the other end for a long moment. “Promise?”

“Yes, Jesse, I promise.”

“Okay. I guess I’ll see you in England.”

“We’ll see you then. Check on Boots if you get a chance. Bye Jess.”

“Bye Ronnie.”

Jon hugged her close and kissed her “Thank you.”

“ don’t make a liar out of me.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

Friday, September 10, 2010

Chapter 105

“Just what I said. That was fun.”

Jon rolled up on an elbow to stare at her in disbelief. “Was that some fucking booty call?”

“That was my reward for four months of hard work.” She sighed and pulled up the blankets. “Why are you getting so upset?”

“You just turned hours of unbelievable lovemaking into something....trivial...casual.”

Veronica shook her head. “That wasn’t lovemaking Jon. That was sex. Incredible, intense, hotter than hell, complete with the most mind blowing orgasm I’ve ever” She paused. “Don’t like it when it comes back at you, do you?”

“What are you talking about? I’ve never done that to you!” He couldn’t say he’d never done it to anyone...he had to admit that would be a lie.

She snorted. “Isn’t that your MO Jon? Tell them what they want to hear to get them to do what you want, then forget what you promised.” Sighing again she rolled onto her side facing away from him. “I really don’t want to get into this tonight, so please, either lie down or leave. I need to get some sleep.”

Jon stared at her for another moment, then threw back the blankets and stomped to the bathroom where he slammed the door. Fuck! He knew she said she hadn’t forgiven him, but fuck! Was he just supposed to roll over and accept being treated like toy? Take his punishment like a good boy? Fuck that! He should just get dressed and go back to his room. It would serve her right, he should just.....he yanked the door open and stalked back to the bed. “No dammit! I won’t let you brush me off that easily! I’ve already admitted I fucked up and apologized, what else do you want from me?”

“Nothing Jon. Go to sleep.” She knew there was no point in trying to explain. He just didn’t get it. He thought apologizing made it all go away.

“I’m not the only one who’s broken promises in this relationship you know!”

That had her rolling over to look at him. “What promise have I broken?”

“You promised to try to get to know my kids, but I had to badger you for months to get you spend any time with them.”

“There’s a difference between delaying fulfilment of a promise due to time constraints and the potential for deep pain, and flat out breaking a promise because something else was more important!”

He raked a frustrated hand through his hair. “It still doesn’t make it right!”

“Maybe not, but do you really want to compare behaviour?”

“No, but apparently you do! Arrg! Why do women always want to keep fucking score?”

“I wasn’t. You’re the one who brought it up. I was just pointing out that you might not want to go there. You may not come out the winner.”

“No shit! Is there any way I can win with you?”

Violet eyes narrowed and she sat up, tucking the blanket around her breasts. She really didn’t want to spoil her night with hashing this out now, but he obviously wasn’t going to let it wait. So be it. “Yes! When you make me a promise....KEEP IT! Be someone I can depend on, rely on. If you say you’re going to be somewhere, be there!”

Jon raked a hand through his hair. She was right and he knew it. The chilly air-conditioned room reminded him that he was standing there naked. He shivered.

Veronica sighed and held up the covers. When he’d climbed in and sat beside her, she continued. “Your career may be bigger than mine, but it’s also more flexible. And mine is just as important to me as yours is to you...and it deserves equal consideration.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to belittle yours or make it look like I didn’t think it was important. I’ll work on that....and on being more dependable.”

“Thank you.”

“And will you work on spending time with my kids....and stop putting a wall up between us?”

“I don’t put up a wall between us.” Veronica frowned.

“Yes you do. You may not think it’s noticeable, or maybe you’re not even aware that you’re doing it, but you are. Sometimes I think we’re really coming together, then it’s like we’re just acquaintances sharing a bed and sex. That’s not what I want. We both deserve better than that.”

Veronica looked down at her hands picking imaginary lint from the blanket. “It’s not that easy for me Jon. You hurt me once before...very badly – and no I’m not trying to bring up the past – I’m just trying to explain that it’s made me very cautious of putting my heart at risk again, particularly with you. I need to be sure, in my heart and in my head that it’s not going to happen again, that your feelings are real.” When he would have spoken she held up a hand. “Words won’t cut it Jon. You make your living with words. It’s too easy for you.” She paused. “As for the kids...I’ll keep trying – if Stephanie will even talk to me”

“She’ll come around, you’ll see.” How the hell was he supposed to prove to her he loved her if she couldn’t believe his words? He should have known she’d make it difficult for him.

“I hope you’re right.” She yawned.

“Come on sugar, let’s get some sleep.” Jon reached out to turn off the light.

Veronica slid down, burrowed under the blankets and turned onto her side facing away from him. Jon curled around her, his arm over her waist holding her close.

“So...are we okay?”

“Mmmm....although I’d have preferred you hadn’t ended my night with an argument.” She grumbled.

Knowing she couldn’t see, he grinned. “But don’t you feel better now that the air’s cleared?”

“I guess.”

They were silent for a minute. “Did I tell you what a great job you did? Abdul, Sayed and some others were singing your praises. Thank you. I’ll make sure Vince knows.”

“Thank you.”

He kissed her neck. “Night honey.”


Late the next morning, they were getting dressed – Jon in the same clothes he’d worn the night before until he could get to his room and change.

He glanced around. “Nice room.”

“Uh huh.” Her smile was more than a little smug.

He noticed. “Bitch.” But there was no heat in his voice.

Veronica chuckled.

Jon sighed, his lips twisting wryly. “Message received.” He’d have to pay attention, because it appeared she wasn’t going to let him get away with playing the Rockstar or disrespecting her.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Chapter 104

Jon watched her rise to obey his command and wished he’d thought to get the toy from his room. “Take the veil off of your head.” He followed Veronica into the bedroom where she removed the strip of red silk and climbed onto the bed. “No, not like that. Cross-wise with your head at the edge.”

Veronica moved to follow his direction immediately. He didn’t have to tell her that this game required her to do exactly what he said without question or hesitation, she understood. Her deepest, darkest fantasy was to – occasionally – be totally dominated like a slave. Jon was the only one in the world who knew that. The history and atmosphere of Abu Dhabi just fuelled those thoughts. She’d been planning this night for a long time, as her reward for all of her hard work, and she wasn’t prepared to give that up even though she was still pissed at him. It was just opportunity to pass up.

When she’d positioned herself, he stood by her head and surveyed her, his mind scripting the rest of their evening. The bed was fairly high, the mattress reaching his upper thighs, perfect for what he had planned. He reached out to cup her breasts. “Undo my pants.”

While she unbuckled his belt, pushed the button through its hole and slid down his zipper, releasing his rock hard erection, he squeezed and massaged her breasts, pinching the nipples when they harden and stood up for him. Closing her hand around him, she stroked, squeezed and ran her thumb over the swollen head.

Jon only allowed her to play for a few minutes. “Open your mouth.”

Veronica knew where this was leading and obeyed instantly, almost eagerly, taking him between her lips, tongue swirling around the tip.

“Take it all.” He whispered, flexed his hips and watched her mouth engulf his hardness. Holding still, he ran his hands over her arms and torso, caressing her through the silk covering her. When his attention returned to her breasts, he started to move his hips slowly sliding almost all the way out, then back in again.

Releasing her breasts, he reached further, smoothing down her abdomen and over her hips. When he touched between her thighs, her legs shifted, widening, giving him greater access. He started with the outer lips, stroking, until her arousal increased and her folds swelled and opened for him. Using just his middle finger, he slid the length of her rapidly moistening cleft, the dampness evident even through the silk covering her.

Veronica’s hips instantly lifted towards his hand, silently asking for more. Her low moan hummed around the pillar of sensitive flesh imbedded in her mouth and almost ended this part of the evening’s agenda right then and there. Jon grit his teeth, tightened his tenuous grip on his control and set up a slow rhythm, his hips and hand moving in sync. His free hand settled once again on her breast, caressing and teasing.

Veronica closed her eyes and focused on the sensations racking her body. Needing something to do with her hands, so that she didn’t try to alter her helpless state – which, after all, was the name of this game - she grasped the ends of his belt and held on as he varied the speed of his hips and hands, now faster, now slower, always pushing her towards heaven, but never letting her reach it. She didn’t know how much longer she could last, but the slight roughness of the silk rubbing against her swollen, sensitive clit guaranteed it wouldn’t be long.

Sensing she was close, Jon lightened the pressure of his hands and pulled back his hips until he was only partially submerged. “Suck it.”

Veronica obeyed – technically anyway – letting her tongue slither around his pulsing flesh and sucking lightly. If he wanted to tease, she could too.

Jon wanted to laugh, knowing what she was trying to do, but that would be against his ‘character’. Instead, he pinched both her clit and the hard kernel of her nipple. “Do as you’re told or I’ll send you back to the slave market!”

Inhaling sharply through her nose at the stinging pain, she complied, sucking as hard as she could.

Jon stifled a groan and closed his eyes briefly against the exquisite pressure. Just before he reached the point of no return, he eased deeper into her mouth and growled. “Swallow it.”

She could barely make out the words, but it didn’t matter. In her current position, she didn’t really have a choice. It was either that or choke, so when he exploded she swallowed the gushing, salty fluid.

When he was empty, he stepped back and sat in a nearby chair, both to catch his breath and to let her body calm down a bit before they moved on to the next item on his agenda. Even though he knew she liked – and was more than capable of – multiple orgasms, this little scenario was about the ‘sultan’s’ pleasure, not the slave’ he wanted to see how much sensual torture she could take.

A few minutes later, he blew out a breath. “Stand up.”

It took Veronica several seconds to move. Her body was still aching for release. Finally, she managed to roll off the bed and get to her feet and wait for his next command, her eyes on the floor like a good slave.

“Take off your clothes. Now that I’ve relieved the lust your dance created, between those lush red lips, I want to inspect my new property.”

Veronica complied, slowly undoing the cuffs at wrists and ankles and sliding the silk from her body, letting it drop to the floor. Naked, she stood upright and once again waited for instructions.

The silence in the room grated on her nerves while she waited for him to speak or do....something! For his part, Jon was taking his time. This was the first time since he’d found her again that he’d been able to simply look his fill. Standing, he did up his pants before approaching her. He circled her slowly, running a hand over her smooth skin, his touch assessing, rather than caressing. Over one shoulder, down her arm, the long line of her back to curve around one firm cheek and squeeze. “Hmmmm. Good muscle tone.” Moving to stand in front of her, he cupped her breasts, weighing them. “Adequate. Could be bigger.” He bit back a chuckle and pretended that he didn’t see the glare she shot him out of the corner of her eye.

One hand left her breast to travel over her stomach to the curls at the juncture of her thighs where he thrust two fingers inside her. She jerked at the sudden penetration. He scowled. “Stand still! and wet and snug. Good. I was concerned that with your beauty you would have been too well used to offer me much pleasure. It pleases me that that might not be the case. Of course, just because your body is built for it, doesn’t mean that you have the skill for it.”

“I have great skill master.”

He grunted. “Do you? We’ll see.”

Sliding his fingers out, he stepped back. “Face the bed. Bend over and brace your hands on the mattress.” When she complied immediately he just stood and considered her for a long moment. It was so unusual for this independent, strong willed woman to give herself over to someone else’s control, the primitive part of his brain revelled in the idea that she’d chosen him...and his body reacted predictably. For tonight at least, she was his to do with as he pleased, and he planned to take full advantage. He didn’t know when the opportunity would arise again.

Jon opened his pants, moved up close behind her and with one quick, solid thrust, buried his renewed arousal to the hilt inside her. Veronica squeaked, but didn’t protest the invasion, merely spread her legs a little wider and braced herself for what he was going to do next. But he surprised her by remaining still.

He waited for several breaths for her to get the hint, but finally slapped her lightly on the ass. “What are you waiting for? Service me!”

Motivated by the feel of the pulsing length of him stretching her sheath, she immediately obeyed, swinging her hips in a rocking rhythm, back and forth, side to side undulating her ass slowly at first, then building up speed. The fact that she could feel the material of his pants rubbing against her skin, knowing she was completely naked while he was still fully dressed, only heightened her arousal. It wasn’t long before she was panting for breath, her focus solely on the feel of him sliding in and out of her body, shuddering at the exquisite tightness of each downstroke, whimpering at the feeling of loss that accompanied each withdrawl. Pleasure radiating out from her core, her world was reduced to the quest for more, to push him deeper, faster, to reach that pinnacle of ecstasy.

Jon clenched his hands against the urge to grip her hips and guide her. But her arousal was going to crest too fast. “Slow down.” He wasn’t totally surprised when she ignored him and continued her rapid movements. “No!” He withdrew from her and spanked her just hard enough to sting. “I am master here! It’s my pleasure that takes precedence, not yours! You don’t get to come until I decide!”

“No!” Veronica cried out at the loss of him inside her, her shuddering body throbbing in protest. She’d been so close!

Jon walked into the sitting room to find something to drink – and to give both of them a few minutes to calm down. Grimacing when he remembered the no alcohol rule, he settled for a bottle of water, taking several long swallows before heading back into the bedroom. He found her sitting on the side of the bed, staring at the floor, waiting for him, and grinned. She really was good at this! “Lay back and spread your legs. Open yourself with your fingers. I want to see if your taste at least will please me.”

Veronica shivered, but did as she was bid, wondering briefly how long he was going to drag this out...and if she was going to survive it or simply spontaneously combust. At the first touch of his tongue on her hypersensitive flesh, combustion seemed the most likely outcome. A moan was ripped from her throat as he settled in to feast, bathing her in his hot breath, tracing her cleft, lapping her juices with his tongue, taking her throbbing clit between his lips and suckling lightly. Every time she came close to going over the edge he seemed to sense it and backed off until she’d calmed a bit, then started again. Heart pounding, nerves singing, gasping for breath, she didn’t know whether to scream, cry or beg.

After what seemed like an eternity, Jon straightened. The sight of her lying open and waiting for him, face flushed, her chest heaving with every breath, knowing she was on the brink, was almost more than he could take, but as much as he wanted to give in, he wanted to see how much she could take, more. “Mmm. Tasty.”

Licking his lips, he waited until her breathing had evened out. “Stand up. Undress me.”

Veronica groaned, but managed to drag herself upright. As she reached for the hem of his t-shirt, an idea of getting a bit of her own torture in crossed her mind. As she slowly pulled the clothes from his body, she let her hands linger, stroking his skin, tangling in the thick mat of fur on his chest. Kneeling in front of him to remove his shoes and pants, she ran her hands up his legs from ankle to thigh and tried to reach for his erection, but he stopped her.

“Turn down the bed.” As soon as she did, he laid down in the middle on his back, his hands behind his head. “Ride me.”

Veronica took a deep breath, climbed onto the bed, straddled him and slowly impaled herself, hoping almost desperately that this time he’d let her find release. She’d barely started to move when he brought his hands into play, stroking her body, cupping and massaging her breasts, teasing and tweaking her nipples. She started to move faster, raising and lowering herself, rocking against him, encouraged, when he didn’t stop her, that this time she’d taste ecstasy.

Jon let her ride him at her own pace in her own way and simply watched the expressions of pleasure drift across her face. He considered letting her fly this time, but he had one more sweet torture he wanted to visit on her. “Stop. Sit still.” She either didn’t hear him or was ignoring him. In an impressive display of flexing abs, he sat up, his arms sliding around her hips to stop her movements.

It was all Veronica could do not to hit him. She’d been closer than ever that time. “No! Please!”

Jon fought against a grin. “Cup your breasts. Offer them to me.”

Breath sawing, on the verge of tears, she nevertheless obeyed, lifting her firm mounds with trembling hands. “Like this?”

“Yes.” The word was murmured against one swollen tip. Opening mouth, he circled her nipple with the tip of his tongue several times, wetting it thoroughly, then closed his lips around it and suckled.

Veronica jerked and cried out at the sensations shooting from her breast to her core. Surely he wouldn’t deny her much longer! She couldn’t take it! After several minutes he released her, and she began to relax slightly, only to tense again when he merely switched to her other breast and repeated his ministrations. Back and forth he went until she couldn’t restrain herself any longer. “Please! No more. I can’t take any more!”

Jon let her nipple slide from his mouth and studied her darkened, hot eyes for a moment. “You want me to let you go?”

“No!” Her eyes widened at the thought. Her mind was so frazzled it took her a minute to grasp what he was looking for. Once she did, she couldn’t give it fast enough. “No master, I want you to fuck me! Oh please master! You fill me like no one ever has before and I can’t get enough of you. I don’t want you to ever let me go. I want you to fuck me like only you can. Please master, I ache for it!”

Jon’s response was instant. With a quick movement he rolled and brought her under him. His hands curled around her knees and pushed them flat to the mattress so that she was fully open and helpless to control even the slightest part of his possession. Flexing his hips he pulled almost all the way out then slid back in, deeply and forcefully. Veronica screamed as she finally crested the peak that had been just out of reach for so long. Jon ignored her cry and rode her with long, powerful thrusts.

“Oh...oh...oh...yes, yes, yes, yes....oooh shit! YES!” She screamed again as her body convulsed, her orgasms coming one on top of the other, with no real break in between until she thought she was going to pass out.

Deciding she’d had enough for now, Jon let go and emptied himself deep inside her with a grunt. It took several minutes before he had the strength to withdraw and roll off of her onto his back. “Wow! I think I’ll keep you.”

A breathless chuckle was the best Veronica could do. It took several more minutes before she could speak. “Thanks. That was fun.”

Masculine brows snapped together in a frown as he considered her words. “What the fuck does that mean?”