The next day was indeed a very long one – for both of them.
Veronica let Jon sleep until the absolute last minute while she got up and dealt with all the little details that always cropped up on a show day.
Jon couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept so late. Of course, Veronica taking his phone out of the room may have had something to do with it. And there was no doubt that he’d needed it. Now if only he could get away without admitting that to her. Damn woman was always right and it was annoying as hell! He wondered how long it was going to take to get used to it. But he had to admit – at least to himself – that it was nice having someone who cared so much about his well being – and was willing to fight for it. Unfortunately for him, his body told him the moment he woke up that it had recovered from the excesses of the previous day......but he was alone in the big bed – well, except for the furball curled up beside him. That was something else he was going to have to work on – not getting rid of the furball, he didn’t think Veronica or his kids would let him do that – but he’d become used to going to sleep and waking with Veronica in his arms, and he found it somehow calming....centring...and he wanted it to continue indefinitely.
Climbing into the backseat of the town car with her, he reached out to take her hand and lace their fingers together. He leaned over to kiss her. “Thank you.”
“For what? And if you say ‘for loving me’ I’ll smack you.”
Jon laughed. “Well, that was at the top of my list, but I was going to say for letting me sleep and looking after everything this morning.” He squeezed her hand. “And for caring enough to kick my ass when I need it. I know I was a stupid, stubborn ass yesterday, and I’m sorry.” His mind was tossing around several ways to make it up to her.
“You’re welcome. Just don’t make a habit of it.”
He didn’t want to talk about that. Hoping to distract her he nuzzled under her ear. “I missed you this morning.”
“So you’ve recovered then.”
So she hadn’t missed his lack of response in the dressing room shower. He grimaced. “Yes.” Leaning back a little, he leered at her in her black leather mini skirt and red halter top, absently wondering if she knew what that particular outfit did to him. “Want me to prove it?”
The husky tone of his voice sent little shivers down her spine, her body reminding her that she’d been deprived last night too. Jesus! Stop acting like a nymphomaniac! It’s only been a little over twenty-four hours! But the signals he was sending out that he was ready and willing sparked an instant response in her libido. It had always been like that with him. A look, a word, a touch, and her body revved up. It was scary and thrilling and she’d never found that with any other man. But they didn’t have time to indulge at the moment. “Mmmm...maybe later....if you’re still up for it.”
The twinkle in her eyes told him she was teasing. “Oooh, a challenge! You’re on sugar!”
Veronica chuckled and leaned her head on his shoulder. She was glad this was the last day of the tour. She was tired. All she wanted to do was take a few days to rest then she’d have to figure out what she was going to do with the rest of her life.
Jon buried his nose in her hair. “Tired sugar?”
“What do you think about taking a vacation? Just us...and maybe the kids?”
“That sounds like heaven. As long as there isn’t any cables for Romeo to trip over or lights to fall on your head. I’ve had about all the injury excitement I can stand for awhile.”
“You and me both honey. One accident free vacation coming up.” He’d do everything he could to make that promise come true, but with his boys, anything could, and often did, happen.
The interviews were mostly the usual pain in his ass with the added pleasure of questions about how he was feeling and what had happened. Apparently news of the falling lights had gotten around. He sighed in relief as the door closed behind the last reporter. “If falling lights don’t kill me, answering the same fucking questions over and over might!”
“Well, you’re done...for today anyway.” Veronica would have liked to assure him that he was finished for more than just today, but they both knew the business too well. Closing her note book she eyed him. “Go rest now. I’ll bring you something to eat in a little while.” The advantage to doing more than one show in the same place was that sound check wasn’t usually necessary unless Jon wanted to work on something.
Jon frowned. “I don’t need to...” He caught himself just in time. “Yes dear.”
“Thank you.” Veronica kissed him and left the room heading for the ‘office’. If he was serious about taking a vacation she needed to do some work on her reports.
Jon ignored the smirks and shocked looks from his bandmates and left to spend some quality time with the couch in his dressing room.
By the end of the show, he was tired. More tired than usual, but not nearly as tired as he’d been the night before and he figured he had Veronica’s pushing him to rest to thank for that. He was looking forward to resting even more...with her...somewhere away from all the madness. Before following orders and napping, he’d made a couple phone calls to set their vacation plans in motion. Now he just had to get through the end of tour party.
Descending from the stage, he wiped his face with a towel and glanced around, wondering where his delectable girlfriend had gotten to. The question was answered as the door to his dressing room swung open. Veronica was leaning against the table scrolling though messages on her phone.
She glanced up at his entrance. “Hey. Great show. How do you feel?”
Jon closed the door, locked it and walked over to stand in front of her. Sweaty arms reached out to pull her against an equally sweaty chest, smooth palms cruised down her back to cup her ass...and squeeze. “Not as good as you do.”
Veronica grinned, set down her phone and looped her arms around his neck. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” His lips captured hers. The kiss started out gentle, but heated rapidly as their passion soared.
Breathless, she broke the kiss to suck in oxygen. “Are you sure you’re up to this?”
Jon took a step, pushing her back against the table and pressing their hips together. “What do you think?”
A low purr rumbled in her throat and her hand slid down to cup his hardness through his pants. “I think I’m hoping you locked the door.”
Gripping her hips, he lifted her onto the table and nudged her knees apart until he could stand in between. “I did.”
Taking possession of her mouth again, his tongue explored the warmth behind her teeth while his hands roamed her body seeking the heat of her skin. The scrape of his calluses brought out goosebumps on her already sensitive skin. When her hands slid under his shirt to lift it off, he thought that was a good idea and started to return the favour. But once her breasts were revealed he got distracted. He filled his hands with her mounds, massaging, squeezing, teasing her hard nipples. In return, Veronica let her hands drift over his chest and stomach, nails scraping lightly until she reached the waistband of his pants. She quickly opened them and reached inside for her prize, tracing his length with her fingertips and rubbing her thumb over his swollen head, toying with him, teasing him.
Groaning at her ministrations, Jon’s hands slid down her sides to grip her skirt and tug it upward until her treasure was accessible. He moved the scrap of lace between her legs out of his way and probed the opening to her core, testing her readiness. His fingers were met with wetness and heat. Three fingers disappeared inside her and he shuddered. He wanted to take his time, to tease her, but one touch of her hot, clinging flesh told him that his control wasn’t strong enough for that to happen.
Stepping even closer, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away. “Sorry sugar, I can’t wait.” His fingers slipped out of her body, but before she could protest they were replaced with his hard shaft. Jon held still. “Jesus! You’re so fucking hot!”
When he remained motionless, Veronica wriggled and crooked a brow at him. “What are you doing?” A concerned frown creased her forehead. “Is something wrong? Are you in pain?”
“Just the sweet pain of pleasure.” He assured her. “I’m just enjoying the feel of being buried inside you....feeling the throb of your heartbeat pulsing against my flesh.” His voice lowered to a gravelling whisper. “Can’t you feel me? Feel me stretching you? Absorbing your heat and growing even more?”
She could. Man, could she ever! And his talking about it only focused her attention on it even more. Her mouth went dry and she swallowed heavily. But two could play that game. Lifting her legs, she wrapped them around his hips, pulling him deeper yet. She leaned her head back a bit to watch his reaction as she flexed her internal muscles, rhythmically squeezing and releasing his imbedded erection.
“Oooh FUCK! Jesus!” Jon’s eyes shut and his head fell back. “Jesus!”
“Like that do you?”
Sapphire eyes glittered down at her just before his lips took possession of hers once again, tongue stabbing deeply, repeatedly, almost harshly. That rhythm was matched seconds later by the other column of flesh filling another orifice. Jon thrust hard and deep, his hips moving faster and faster as he pounded into her.
“Mmmmm.” The moan purred in her throat – her mouth was otherwise occupied and unable to articulate her feelings any other way.
Jon ignored her. He barely heard her. His senses were completely centred on sensation – specifically the sensation of his body sliding into hers. She held him so tightly he was sure his nerve endings were going to explode. Now this is a body glove! Over and over he withdrew only to thrust deeply again. Her scream as an orgasm ripped through her body went unnoticed. All it meant was that he’d lost the taste of her when she broke the kiss. So he shifted to her neck and ear. “Fuck Nica! You feel so damn good. I can’t get enough! I need more!”
Veronica gripped his shoulders, held on and focused on breathing. “Yes.....Johnny! Oh....oh...oh God...mmmm. Oh..oh..oh...oh..oh...OH YES JOHNNY YES!”
Jon locked his knees, praying his legs would support him, his teeth sinking into her delicate neck, while his release was pumped from his body into hers. It took several minutes before he could draw a deep breath. “Jesus Nica!”
“Mmmm. If this is what I get when you’re recovering from a head wound, I may have to arrange to have things fall on you on a regular basis!”
He chuckled and kissed her. “I think we can find a less painful way of.....inspiring me.” His hands stroked up and down her back. “Like this outfit, for instance.”
“You like it huh?”
“Do you need more proof?” He kind of hoped she said no. He needed a little time to recuperate and recharge.
Veronica shivered at the thought. “Maybe later. We’ve got a party to get to.” She smiled wryly. “And I need some time to recover.”
Several minutes later, they were still in the same position. Catching a glimpse of the clock on the wall, Jon sighed and nudged her let. “Sorry sugar, but if we’re going to make the party, you’ll have to let me go so I can shower.”
A full red lip came out in a pout, but she unlocked her feet and let them drop towards the floor, releasing him. “Now I remember why I prefer making love at home.”
“I can crawl into bed and sleep afterwards.”
“Aren’t I supposed to be the one falling asleep afterwards?” He grinned.
“What can I say babe? You wear me out.” She felt too sated and relaxed to even be annoyed at his smug look.
“Good. Then I’m upholding my end in this relationship.” He kissed her once more, then tore himself away and headed for the shower.