They’d barely gotten everything set up when guests started to arrive. It was a typically warm July day, and very quickly people stripped down to bathing suits and many made use of the pool.
Seeing the boys running around shirtless sent Veronica looking for sunscreen. Lassoing them long enough to put it on them was much more difficult. “Romeo! Stand still for a minute you little monkey!”
“Look at her. Acting like she’s part of this family...like she belongs here.” Carol glowered at the sight of Veronica trying to smooth sunscreen on a giggling, squirming Romeo. “Playing mother to his kids and hostess to his guests. She’s not worthy of being either one.”
“But Jon must have asked her to be here...to be with him....didn’t he?” Her friend Marjorie asked as she reached for another cracker and a slice of cheese from the plate on the table in front of her.
Carol snorted. “She’s pretty and well built. You can see why he’d want her around. She works for the record company. But she’s just after his money and his fame.”
Marjorie knew Jon well enough to doubt he would have some woman staying in his house, acting as his hostess, just because she was pretty. His love for his kids and his sense of propriety would outweigh his lust. He’d still indulge, just not at home, especially when the kids were there. But she also knew Carol, and that arguing – particularly about anything to do with Jon – was useless.
Jesse reached passed his grandmother for a piece of cheese. “We like her Gram. She’s really nice to us. You should have seen her when Romeo got hurt. She cried as much as he did! You would have thought it was her head. And the uncles say she’s really good at the music promotion stuff.”
“Mfft! Romeo would never have gotten hurt if he’d been looked after properly.”
Jesse wanted to defend Ronnie further, but didn’t want to argue with his grandmother. Grabbing another piece of cheese from the plate, he just shrugged and walked over to Ronnie for his turn with the sunscreen.
Just as she was finishing Jesse’s back, Stephanie approached. “Will you do my back please Ronnie?”
“Sure.” Veronica smoothed lotion over Stephanie’s exposed skin, then tried to hand the bottle to her. “Do mine?”
Stephanie didn’t take her eyes off of the scene she was watching by the bar. “Umm... I think maybe you should get Dad to do it.”
“Why?”
“Because the Octopus has him cornered.”
“The what?”
“The Octopus....Mrs. Vanelli. She lives down the road. You’ll want to keep an eye on her. She’s had a thing for Dad since...forever. She grabs at him every chance she gets. That’s why we call her the Octopus. Mom said that she was harmless and she ignored it, but I’m not so sure. And it’s been even worse since the divorce. She looks at Dad like a Survivor contestant looks at a juicy steak after being on the island for thirty five days.”
Veronica laughed and looked over to where a shirtless Jon was tending bar. Sure enough, Mrs. Vanelli – she thought her name was Audrey – stood leaning over, as close to Jon as she could get. While she watched, the dark haired woman laughed and patted Jon’s hand. Then she leaned over – almost coming out of her bikini top as she did – and brushed his hair out of his eyes.
Veronica stood up. Sure Jon had leaned back and showed no interest in what was being offered to him, but maybe the Octopus needed a reminder of what the situation was. When they’d been introduced Audrey had glanced at her and mumbled something, but quickly ignored her to focus her attention on Jon. Veronica wasn’t normally the jealous type – or maybe she’d just never had anyone worth getting jealous over – but this kind of outright attempt to poach pissed her off. Walking up behind him, she squeezed some lotion into her hand, rubbed them together, then slowly smoothed it over his back and shoulders.
“Thanks sugar.” Jon peered at her over his shoulder. The glint in the blue depths was hidden by his dark sunglasses. “Aren’t you going to do the front too?”
“Sure babe.” Squeezing out more lotion she stepped closer and reached around to rub it into his chest and stomach. The sour look twisting the Octopus’ lips encouraged her to take her time and make sure every inch of skin was covered. Jon’s low chuckle didn’t hurt either.
“He’s big enough to do that himself.” Carol’s harsh voice as she joined them spoiled the moment.
“Yeah, but he won’t remember to, and it’s me who has to listen to him bitch and whine when he gets burned.” Veronica answered. “Besides, this way’s more fun.”
Jon grinned and turned his head to kiss her. “No argument here. Do you want a glass of wine?”
“Please.” When he handed her the glass she handed him the lotion and turned her back to him for him to return the favour.
“Ronnie, when are the cookies coming out?” Jake appeared at her side.
“Those are for after dinner buddy. I’m afraid you’ll have to wait for a bit. There’s cheese and crackers and veggie’s and dip though...and you can have some chips.”
He sighed heavily. “Okay. Can I have a pop Daddy?”
“Sure buddy.” Jon opened a can and handed it to him.
“Ronnie, we’re having a diving contest. Will you come pick the winner?”
“I’ll do that for you Jake.” Carol spoke before Veronica could.
“That’s okay Grandma, we want Ronnie.”
Veronica smothered a smile at Carol’s chagrined expression. “Sure buddy. I’ll tell you what. The winner gets a cookie.”
“Yay! Now I have to win!”
A couple hours later Jon was manning the barbeque and Ronnie was setting out the salads, condiments, rolls and desserts. Stephanie was helping and had just set down a plate of cookies when Jesse wandered up to scope out the food.
“The Octopus is at it again.” He nodded towards the barbeque.
Ronnie and Stephanie looked up to see Audrey once again close to Jon, this time considerately fanning the air with a magazine to help with the added heat of the grill and keep the few whisps of smoke away from his face – or so she wanted everyone to think.
Veronica sighed, picked up a cookie and wandered over to the barbeque. “Babe? How long before the meat’s ready?”
“About ten minutes.” Seeing the cookie in her hand, he opened his mouth, silently asking for a bite.
She gave him a considering look. “I don’t know. What do I get for this cookie?”
Turning from the grill, he snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her against him. “Me.”
Veronica glanced at Audrey. “Is that a good trade off? I don’t know. What do you think Audrey?”
“Oh, I’d say so.”
“Hmmm. I think I want a little more.” Looping her arms around his neck, she lifted her face.
He obliged with a low growl, taking possession of her mouth and tasting her thoroughly.
“Uh...Jon, you’ve got flames!” Audrey warned.
Lifting his head, he stared down at Veronica. “We sure do.” He dropped another kiss on her lips before turning back to the grill.
Veronica broke the cookie into pieces and fed them to him while he flipped various hunks of protein. Glancing around, she noticed his empty wineglass and picked it up. “Want a refill?”
“Please. Thanks honey.”
As dusk descended over the Navesink, everyone found a spot on the wide expanse of lawn in anticipation of the fireworks display Jon had arranged.
Veronica was walking slowly through the group, making sure that no one needed anything, and noting where the kids were, when she felt a tug on her hand. With a smile, she settled onto the grass between Jon’s legs and felt his arms come around her. A trilling laugh had them looking several feet over to see Audrey in animated conversation with a couple other neighbours. It was the closest she’d come to Jon since their performance at the barbeque.
“Do you think she got the hint?”
Jon shrugged. “Not likely, but I appreciated your efforts to get the point across. Anytime you feel the urge to stake your claim, be my guest.” Turning the other way at a familiar voice, they saw Carol talking to Romeo, who was trying to pull away from her. “Has Mom said anything else rude to you today?”
She shook her head. “She hasn’t spoken to me at all.” A growl rumbled in his chest. “It’s fine. I’d rather be ignored than have her snipe at me.”
“I’m sorry sugar. She’ll come around, it just might take some time.”
“No she won’t. She can’t do that without acknowledging that what she did when Drew was born was wrong, and she’ll never do that.” She patted his arm. “It’s okay.” It wasn’t really, but what could she say?
“No it’s not.” He disagreed.
They were interrupted by Romeo’s raised voice. “No! Wanna sit with Ronnie!” Breaking away from his grandmother, he ran over and plopped down between Ronnie’s legs and leaned back against her. “Ok Daddy, I ready now! Turn on the fire sparks!”
Those within hearing chuckled, as did Jon and Veronica. Once again she found herself sandwiched between two Bongiovi males. Jake appeared and settled beside them, offering a cookie from the plate he carried. Veronica twisted her head until she could murmur in Jon’s ear. “This is what matters.”
Jon couldn’t argue with that.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Chapter 119
Jon rolled over and dropped his arm over Veronica’s waist. A slight frown of confusion wrinkled his brow when his fingers touched something soft and...furry. He flexed them and waited for his sleep fogged brain to process what he was touching. He knew it wasn’t her nightgown – that was silk – and he could feel the blanket under his arm. Then he felt something damp and slightly rough scrape his skin.
“What the hell?” He raised up on his elbow to see what it was. Green eyes looked up at him while the small pink tongue continued licking.
“Cat.” Veronica murmured sleepily without opening her eyes.
“Oh.” He dropped back onto his pillow and closed his eyes, his fingers absently smoothing fur. “How’d she get in here?”
“She was scratching at the door and crying. Jake must have closed his door.” Boots had taking to sleeping on the six year old’s bed – with his complete agreement - since Jon had kept his promise to keep his bedroom door closed so that she couldn’t get in.
“So you let her in?”
“Mmmm. Couldn’t stand the noise.”
He sighed. “At least she’s sleeping on your side.”
“You kept pushing her off the bed on your side.” She turned her head slightly and cracked open one eye. “Do you really not remember any of this?”
“Uh uh. You wore me out last night.” As she had every night since they’d gotten home. Yeah, he could definitely get used to this.
Veronica snorted. “I didn’t start everything last night....I just finished it.”
And that was an area where he’d like to see some improvement – she very rarely initiated their intimate encounters. She responded readily to his advances, but he wished she’d take the lead sometimes.
A knock at the door prevented his response. “Ronnie, Daddy.”
“Come on in little man.” Veronica called out. Stephanie had been right again. None of the boys had seemed the least bit surprised or upset about finding her sleeping in Jon’s room.
Romeo ran over and climbed onto the bed. “It’s party day! Oh, hi Boots!”
“It is! Are you excited?” Veronica smiled at the boy and kitten playing beside her.
“Yeah! When everybody coming?”
“Not until this afternoon.”
“Aww.” His bottom lip came out in a pout. “What we gonna do ‘til then?”
“Have a nap.” Was his father’s suggestion.
“But Daddy, it not night time! And we haven’t had breakfast yet!”
“That’s why it’s called a nap.”
Veronica poked him with her elbow. “Daddy’s just teasing. We’ve got to get the tables set up, make sure the food’s ready, Daddy’s got to make sure the barbeque’s ready and set up the bar...” As she ran down the list of what they needed to do before the guests arrived, she ignored the groans coming from the grumpy wall at her back.
Romeo’s eyes widened as she spoke. “We’re gonna need a lot of cookies to get all that done.”
Veronica laughed. “How about we start with some breakfast first? Why don’t you take Boots downstairs and make sure she’s got food and water in her dishes and we’ll be down in a few minutes and Daddy will make us something to eat. Okay?”
“Okay. Scambled eggs pease Daddy.” Holding the kitten carefully, he slid off the bed.
“You got it little man.” Jon replied, but didn’t even open his eyes.
“Come on Grumpy Gus, this is your party.”
“Our party.”
“Mmmmm.” Rising from the bed, she pulled on a robe and headed downstairs for some sustenance to prepare her for the day.
Behind her, a frustrated rockstar growled into his pillow and punched it.
After breakfast and quick showers, Veronica deployed her troops for Operation Party Prep. They were setting the last of the tables in place when a car came up the driveway.
“It’s Grandma and Grandpa!” Jake, who was closest, announced.
“Oh joy.” Veronica muttered under her breath, thinking no one was close enough to hear.
Stephanie gave her a compassionate look and went to greet her grandparents. Jon stepped up to kiss her and squeeze her hand reassuringly but made no move to go near his mother.
“We came early to help.” Carol announced as she joined them. “Matthew and Desiree are right behind us.”
“But it looks like you’ve got everything under control. It looks great Ronnie.” John leaned over to kiss her cheek. “Happy Fourth honey.”
“Thanks John. Happy Fourth to you too.” Taking a deep breath she turned. “Carol.”
Carol looked over Veronica’s barbeque attire of red shorts over a white bikini – which Jon assured her was totally appropriate, and he greatly appreciated – and shoved the salad bowl she was carrying into her hands. “Hmmpf! This needs to go in the fridge until we’re ready to eat.” She walked over to the nearest table. “This table should be over there.”
“Hey Ronnie, where do you want this stuff?” Matt called, gesturing with the containers of raw vegetables he carried.
“In the kitchen please Matty.” Veronica shot Jon a look, and turned towards the house.
Jon watched her go, sighed, and narrowed his eyes at his mother. “Don’t start Mom. I told you, be civil or leave.”
“Help your father move this table.”
“It’s fine where it is.”
“It belongs over there.”
“It belongs wherever Ronnie wants it!”
“This is your house not hers!”
“And I say it goes wherever the fuck she wants it!”
“Jon! Language! The children are right here!”
With a dismissive wave of his hand, Jon headed towards the house to see how much damage was done.
“Jon!”
“Carol stop.” John’s voice was harsh. “You promised you wouldn’t do this.”
“I haven’t done anything. Did I say anything rude to her?”
Her husband’s look said he wasn’t buying it. “Stop or we’re going home.”
In the kitchen, Veronica put the salad Carol had brought into the fridge and shut the door with a little more force than was necessary.
“Don’t let her get to you Sis, everything looks great.” Matt assured her.
“If you don’t mind me asking, why does she...” Desiree wasn’t sure how to word it.
“Hate me?” Veronica finished for her. She looked at Matt. “You would know better than I.”
“Ronnie’s a threat to Mom’s place in Jon’s life.”
“She’s his mother, how can Ronnie be a threat to that?” Desiree was confused.
“She was also a driving force behind his career in the beginning, and was Jon’s sounding board on what he should do....until Ronnie came along.” Matt explained. “Ronnie knew the business and knew Jon. She could help guide him careerwise and lookout for his best interest. He didn’t need Mom anymore.”
Desiree still didn’t see the problem. “So? Your mother should have been happy about that.”
“Ah, but no one should be looking after him but her.” Veronica stated snidely. “She should always be the centre of his life. Her Golden Boy.” A sound had them turning to see Jon standing in the doorway. “Sorry, that wasn’t a dig at you.”
“I know.”
“But that was over twenty years ago, surely she’s gotten over that by now!” Desiree was still trying to understand.
Veronica shook her head. “Nope. Apparently she’s made it her mission in life to sabotage my happiness – at least where Jon is concerned.”
“It can’t be that bad.”
Jon and Veronica exchange a long look. Jon raised a brow, but let her make the decision. Veronica hesitated, then shrugged. “They’re family.” Taking a deep breath, she gave them the Reader’s Digest version of what happened with the baby and how Stephanie found out as well as Carol’s continuing attitude towards her. By the time she finished Desiree was in tears and Matt looked like he wanted to punch something.
“I knew there was something big going on! No wonder being around the kids was so difficult for you.” He turned on his older brother. “And you just walked away and let her go through that alone?”
“I know I was wrong, but you weren’t there, you don’t know what it was like!”
“I know you walked away from your pregnant girlfriend and let her go through hell alone while you were off playing rockstar!”
“I didn’t know what she went through until about six months ago!” Jon raked a hand through his hair. “It’s not your business Matt, you were told out of courtesy because your family....back off!”
“Stop it!” Veronica glared at both of them. “Just stop it! Matt, I appreciate your concern and support, but it wasn’t all Jon’s fault. I’ve told you how he was kept in the dark about the worst of it. We were young. We weren’t prepared to deal with the situation.”
“He should have been with you!”
“Yes, he should have. And he knows it. And he feels horrible that he wasn’t. But it’s all in the past. Jon and I have talked it out and dealt with it. It’s time to let it go.” Veronica reached out to squeeze Matt’s hand, trying to defuse the Bongiovi temper. “Please Matty. Let it go. There’s lots of blame to spread around, but what good would it do? It won’t change anything. It won’t bring Drew back.” She could see that he wasn’t convinced, but he was listening to her. “Today’s supposed to be a happy day, surrounded by family and friends. Please don’t spoil it.” She included Jon in her plea. “Please, for my sake, and the kids.....let it go!”
The two brothers stared at each other for several breaths, then both nodded curtly. Matt leaned down and kissed her cheek. “You know where I am if you need anything.”
“I can fucking well take care of her!” Jon scowled.
“Yeah, you’ve shown how well you do that!” Matt shot back.
“Stop it! Both of you! I have enough to deal with today without having to worry about refereeing you two!” Veronica wanted to smash their heads together. “I can take care of myself!” She took a deep breath and fought for calm. “If there’s anything I need from either one of you, I’ll let you know. And right now I need you to help me finish setting up for this party. Matt, there’s chairs stacked outside the patio door. Would you please set them out by the tables and near the pool? Jon, finish the bar and check the barbeque please. And somebody check on Jake and Romeo. Desiree, will you help me finish the veggie trays and put out the dips?”
It took a few seconds before the men gave up their aggressive stances and do as she asked. Matt glared at Jon as he brushed by him to head outside. Jon turned to follow him.
“Jon wait! There’s something I need you to do for me first.” Veronica gave in to an urge that was almost overwhelming.
“What?” There was an edge of annoyance and exasperation in his tone.
Veronica stepped up to him, wrapped her arms around his neck and clung. When his came up to hold her, she pressed closer. “Tighter.”
He squeezed, understanding that she needed the contact with him – and why. If he was honest, he needed it too.
After several long minutes absorbing his strength, Veronica sighed and leaned back enough to see his face. “Thank you. Don’t fight with your brother.”
“I didn’t start it!”
“I know you didn’t, but please don’t fight with him. Not about this. Not today.”
Seeing Jon’s frown, Desiree spoke up. “I’ll talk to Matt and get him to back off.”
“Thank you Desiree.” Veronica turned back to Jon and kissed him. “Now, will you please finish up outside?” As he left the room, she called after him. “And make sure the boys stay away from the river!” Leaning against the counter, she closed her eyes and blew out a breath.
“You okay?” Desiree asked.
Veronica nodded. “Yeah. But I have the feeling this is going to be a long fucking day.”
“What the hell?” He raised up on his elbow to see what it was. Green eyes looked up at him while the small pink tongue continued licking.
“Cat.” Veronica murmured sleepily without opening her eyes.
“Oh.” He dropped back onto his pillow and closed his eyes, his fingers absently smoothing fur. “How’d she get in here?”
“She was scratching at the door and crying. Jake must have closed his door.” Boots had taking to sleeping on the six year old’s bed – with his complete agreement - since Jon had kept his promise to keep his bedroom door closed so that she couldn’t get in.
“So you let her in?”
“Mmmm. Couldn’t stand the noise.”
He sighed. “At least she’s sleeping on your side.”
“You kept pushing her off the bed on your side.” She turned her head slightly and cracked open one eye. “Do you really not remember any of this?”
“Uh uh. You wore me out last night.” As she had every night since they’d gotten home. Yeah, he could definitely get used to this.
Veronica snorted. “I didn’t start everything last night....I just finished it.”
And that was an area where he’d like to see some improvement – she very rarely initiated their intimate encounters. She responded readily to his advances, but he wished she’d take the lead sometimes.
A knock at the door prevented his response. “Ronnie, Daddy.”
“Come on in little man.” Veronica called out. Stephanie had been right again. None of the boys had seemed the least bit surprised or upset about finding her sleeping in Jon’s room.
Romeo ran over and climbed onto the bed. “It’s party day! Oh, hi Boots!”
“It is! Are you excited?” Veronica smiled at the boy and kitten playing beside her.
“Yeah! When everybody coming?”
“Not until this afternoon.”
“Aww.” His bottom lip came out in a pout. “What we gonna do ‘til then?”
“Have a nap.” Was his father’s suggestion.
“But Daddy, it not night time! And we haven’t had breakfast yet!”
“That’s why it’s called a nap.”
Veronica poked him with her elbow. “Daddy’s just teasing. We’ve got to get the tables set up, make sure the food’s ready, Daddy’s got to make sure the barbeque’s ready and set up the bar...” As she ran down the list of what they needed to do before the guests arrived, she ignored the groans coming from the grumpy wall at her back.
Romeo’s eyes widened as she spoke. “We’re gonna need a lot of cookies to get all that done.”
Veronica laughed. “How about we start with some breakfast first? Why don’t you take Boots downstairs and make sure she’s got food and water in her dishes and we’ll be down in a few minutes and Daddy will make us something to eat. Okay?”
“Okay. Scambled eggs pease Daddy.” Holding the kitten carefully, he slid off the bed.
“You got it little man.” Jon replied, but didn’t even open his eyes.
“Come on Grumpy Gus, this is your party.”
“Our party.”
“Mmmmm.” Rising from the bed, she pulled on a robe and headed downstairs for some sustenance to prepare her for the day.
Behind her, a frustrated rockstar growled into his pillow and punched it.
After breakfast and quick showers, Veronica deployed her troops for Operation Party Prep. They were setting the last of the tables in place when a car came up the driveway.
“It’s Grandma and Grandpa!” Jake, who was closest, announced.
“Oh joy.” Veronica muttered under her breath, thinking no one was close enough to hear.
Stephanie gave her a compassionate look and went to greet her grandparents. Jon stepped up to kiss her and squeeze her hand reassuringly but made no move to go near his mother.
“We came early to help.” Carol announced as she joined them. “Matthew and Desiree are right behind us.”
“But it looks like you’ve got everything under control. It looks great Ronnie.” John leaned over to kiss her cheek. “Happy Fourth honey.”
“Thanks John. Happy Fourth to you too.” Taking a deep breath she turned. “Carol.”
Carol looked over Veronica’s barbeque attire of red shorts over a white bikini – which Jon assured her was totally appropriate, and he greatly appreciated – and shoved the salad bowl she was carrying into her hands. “Hmmpf! This needs to go in the fridge until we’re ready to eat.” She walked over to the nearest table. “This table should be over there.”
“Hey Ronnie, where do you want this stuff?” Matt called, gesturing with the containers of raw vegetables he carried.
“In the kitchen please Matty.” Veronica shot Jon a look, and turned towards the house.
Jon watched her go, sighed, and narrowed his eyes at his mother. “Don’t start Mom. I told you, be civil or leave.”
“Help your father move this table.”
“It’s fine where it is.”
“It belongs over there.”
“It belongs wherever Ronnie wants it!”
“This is your house not hers!”
“And I say it goes wherever the fuck she wants it!”
“Jon! Language! The children are right here!”
With a dismissive wave of his hand, Jon headed towards the house to see how much damage was done.
“Jon!”
“Carol stop.” John’s voice was harsh. “You promised you wouldn’t do this.”
“I haven’t done anything. Did I say anything rude to her?”
Her husband’s look said he wasn’t buying it. “Stop or we’re going home.”
In the kitchen, Veronica put the salad Carol had brought into the fridge and shut the door with a little more force than was necessary.
“Don’t let her get to you Sis, everything looks great.” Matt assured her.
“If you don’t mind me asking, why does she...” Desiree wasn’t sure how to word it.
“Hate me?” Veronica finished for her. She looked at Matt. “You would know better than I.”
“Ronnie’s a threat to Mom’s place in Jon’s life.”
“She’s his mother, how can Ronnie be a threat to that?” Desiree was confused.
“She was also a driving force behind his career in the beginning, and was Jon’s sounding board on what he should do....until Ronnie came along.” Matt explained. “Ronnie knew the business and knew Jon. She could help guide him careerwise and lookout for his best interest. He didn’t need Mom anymore.”
Desiree still didn’t see the problem. “So? Your mother should have been happy about that.”
“Ah, but no one should be looking after him but her.” Veronica stated snidely. “She should always be the centre of his life. Her Golden Boy.” A sound had them turning to see Jon standing in the doorway. “Sorry, that wasn’t a dig at you.”
“I know.”
“But that was over twenty years ago, surely she’s gotten over that by now!” Desiree was still trying to understand.
Veronica shook her head. “Nope. Apparently she’s made it her mission in life to sabotage my happiness – at least where Jon is concerned.”
“It can’t be that bad.”
Jon and Veronica exchange a long look. Jon raised a brow, but let her make the decision. Veronica hesitated, then shrugged. “They’re family.” Taking a deep breath, she gave them the Reader’s Digest version of what happened with the baby and how Stephanie found out as well as Carol’s continuing attitude towards her. By the time she finished Desiree was in tears and Matt looked like he wanted to punch something.
“I knew there was something big going on! No wonder being around the kids was so difficult for you.” He turned on his older brother. “And you just walked away and let her go through that alone?”
“I know I was wrong, but you weren’t there, you don’t know what it was like!”
“I know you walked away from your pregnant girlfriend and let her go through hell alone while you were off playing rockstar!”
“I didn’t know what she went through until about six months ago!” Jon raked a hand through his hair. “It’s not your business Matt, you were told out of courtesy because your family....back off!”
“Stop it!” Veronica glared at both of them. “Just stop it! Matt, I appreciate your concern and support, but it wasn’t all Jon’s fault. I’ve told you how he was kept in the dark about the worst of it. We were young. We weren’t prepared to deal with the situation.”
“He should have been with you!”
“Yes, he should have. And he knows it. And he feels horrible that he wasn’t. But it’s all in the past. Jon and I have talked it out and dealt with it. It’s time to let it go.” Veronica reached out to squeeze Matt’s hand, trying to defuse the Bongiovi temper. “Please Matty. Let it go. There’s lots of blame to spread around, but what good would it do? It won’t change anything. It won’t bring Drew back.” She could see that he wasn’t convinced, but he was listening to her. “Today’s supposed to be a happy day, surrounded by family and friends. Please don’t spoil it.” She included Jon in her plea. “Please, for my sake, and the kids.....let it go!”
The two brothers stared at each other for several breaths, then both nodded curtly. Matt leaned down and kissed her cheek. “You know where I am if you need anything.”
“I can fucking well take care of her!” Jon scowled.
“Yeah, you’ve shown how well you do that!” Matt shot back.
“Stop it! Both of you! I have enough to deal with today without having to worry about refereeing you two!” Veronica wanted to smash their heads together. “I can take care of myself!” She took a deep breath and fought for calm. “If there’s anything I need from either one of you, I’ll let you know. And right now I need you to help me finish setting up for this party. Matt, there’s chairs stacked outside the patio door. Would you please set them out by the tables and near the pool? Jon, finish the bar and check the barbeque please. And somebody check on Jake and Romeo. Desiree, will you help me finish the veggie trays and put out the dips?”
It took a few seconds before the men gave up their aggressive stances and do as she asked. Matt glared at Jon as he brushed by him to head outside. Jon turned to follow him.
“Jon wait! There’s something I need you to do for me first.” Veronica gave in to an urge that was almost overwhelming.
“What?” There was an edge of annoyance and exasperation in his tone.
Veronica stepped up to him, wrapped her arms around his neck and clung. When his came up to hold her, she pressed closer. “Tighter.”
He squeezed, understanding that she needed the contact with him – and why. If he was honest, he needed it too.
After several long minutes absorbing his strength, Veronica sighed and leaned back enough to see his face. “Thank you. Don’t fight with your brother.”
“I didn’t start it!”
“I know you didn’t, but please don’t fight with him. Not about this. Not today.”
Seeing Jon’s frown, Desiree spoke up. “I’ll talk to Matt and get him to back off.”
“Thank you Desiree.” Veronica turned back to Jon and kissed him. “Now, will you please finish up outside?” As he left the room, she called after him. “And make sure the boys stay away from the river!” Leaning against the counter, she closed her eyes and blew out a breath.
“You okay?” Desiree asked.
Veronica nodded. “Yeah. But I have the feeling this is going to be a long fucking day.”
Friday, November 19, 2010
Chapter 118
Veronica walked through the door of the French chateau on the Navesink and sighed in relief. Home....well, sort of. The more she was there, the more it felt like home, even though nothing there was hers.
Behind her, Jon shut the door and let out his own sigh as he set down his bags. The kids had already dropped theirs in the foyer and had taken off for the kitchen to let Molly know they were home.
Out of the corner of her eye Veronica saw a black blur moving towards them. As she watched, it flew at Jon, who caught it reflexively.
“What the hell? Oh.” Jon sighed again, this time in resignation. “Hello Boots, it’s nice to see you too.”
Veronica grinned as the kitten rubbed her head under his chin and purred loudly. “I think she missed you.”
“Lucky me.” He responded dryly. But she noticed that he didn’t set Boots down right away and in fact, was currently scratching her behind her ears and under her chin.
“You’re not fooling anyone, you know. You’re just a big softy.” She reached over to stroke the small, furry head.
“Her purring reminds me of you...when I pet you just right.” He waggled his brows at her and pursed his lips.
Veronica chuckled, but obliged, kissing him softly. “Mmmmm.” The noise she made deep in her throat did indeed sound feline.
“Ronnie...oh, there’s Boots!” Jake ran into the foyer and skidded to a halt, his siblings following more slowly. “Molly says she’s got the stuff to make cookies.” He held up his hands for the kitten.
“And for spagetti sauce.” Jesse added.
“Okay, I get the hints.” Veronica chuckled. “But let’s get the bags upstairs first. Oh, and you should call your mother and let her know you’re back in the country safe and sound.”
“I already texted her.” Jesse assured her.
Veronica shook her head. “You’ve been away for over a week. She wants to hear your voice. Call her.”
“Yes ma’am.”
She reached out to ruffle his hair. “Brat!” Grabbing her suitcase, she headed up the stairs. She was about to turn into the room across from Jon’s that she always used when Stephanie’s voice stopped her.
“You don’t have to do that you know.”
“Do what?”
“Sleep there. You can stay in Dad’s room. I’m not a child, I know you sleep with him when we’re not around.”
Veronica didn’t know how to respond to that. “I know you’re not a child, and you may be okay with it, but I’m not sure your brothers are ready for that.” She glanced up to see Jon coming down the hallway behind Stephanie.
“Jesse will be okay, and the little ones don’t get it, but they’re comfortable enough with you now that they probably won’t really notice.”
“Why are you pushing my relationship with your dad so hard?”
“Because he loves you and I want him to be happy. And I like you. You’re not some floozy after his fame or money. You’re good for him. You get him. And you don’t put up with any of his shit.”
Veronica was amazed. “How old are you again?”
“Mom says I have an old soul.”
“And she’s too smart for her own good!” Jon added as he joined them. “Language Steph. Will you go help Romeo with his bag please?” When she’d gone he gave Veronica a considering look, debating how to word his request so as not to piss her off or make her bolt. “She’s right though. You are good for me. Whaddaya say Nica? Now that you have the kid seal of approval, will you share my room?” My home, my family, my life?
“I don’t know Jon, I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that yet.”
“Well, you won’t know until you try, will you?” He held out his hand to her, palm up. “Will you try? Please?”
Veronica was a little shocked at how strong the urge was to give in to his plea – both the verbal one and the one visible in his eyes. This was the next step. This wasn’t the ‘on the road, fantasy life’ of a tour. This was real. This was ‘the kids know, tell the whole world you’re a couple’, real. But was she ready for that? It felt like her heart was battling with her head. Fear versus yearning, past versus future. Lord, she was scared! But didn’t she owe it to him....to Drew...to herself to at least try? If he was wrong, the pain would be all but unbearable, but if he was right.....she would find a happiness and joy of life that she hadn’t felt in twenty years.
Taking a deep breath, she reached out and slowly put her hand in his. “Okay. I’ll try.”
Blunt fingers closed around hers and squeezed. “Thank you.” Jon turned and tugged her into his room. “Make yourself at home. There should be plenty of room in the closet.”
She snorted. “Ya think? That damn closet is bigger than my entire bedroom in Nashville!”
Jon grinned and shrugged. “Makes it easy to find things.”
“Yeah? Then why do you wear the same clothes all the time?”
“I’m lazy.”
“Hey! Boots! Where ya going?” Jake’s voice drifted down the hallway.
The now recognizable black blur flew into the room and onto the bed.
“Hey!” Jon pointed his finger at the kitten now curled up on his pillow busy cleaning herself. “Nica was invited to share this room, you weren’t!”
Boots paused in her cleaning momentarily to look at him, then continued licking.
“I don’t think she cares if she was invited or not.” Veronica chuckled. “I don’t think she’s going to leave either.”
Jon sighed, stepped closer and slid his arms around her waist. “As long as you don’t, it doesn’t matter.” He glanced at the furball on his bed. “We’ll just have to remember to keep the door shut.”
Veronica looped her arms around his neck. “You wouldn’t really lock her out would you?”
“I can only handle one female in here.” He bent to taste her mouth. “And I choose you.”
“RONNIE! YOU MAKE COOKIES NOW? PEASE?”
“Guess his head doesn’t hurt if he can yell like that.” Jon noted dryly.
“Yeah.” She pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “I’d better go soothe the savage beasts with chocolate.”
“Then you can soothe this savage beast with another kind of sugar later.”
“Horny much?”
“With you? Always.”
“Ooh, you smooth talker you!” She had to laugh.
“Just being honest sweetheart.” He raised a brow. “Did it work?”
“Ask me later.”
Cookies baked, dinner eaten, kids in bed, the adults settled into the den with a glass of wine. Veronica was half reclined against Jon, her back to his chest, her arm resting on his at her waist. Taking a sip, she let out a wistful sigh.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I love the warm days, I was just wishing it was cold tonight so that we could have a fire.”
Ah! She’s feeling romantic tonight. “I could turn up the air conditioning and light one.”
Veronica tilted her head back until she could see his face. “You’re joking, right?”
Jon shrugged. “Whatever you want sugar.”
“Okay....what do you want?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re sucking up, you must want something.”
“Jeez, I’m just trying to make you happy!” When she continued to just look at him, his lips twitched. “And maybe trying to make up a little for my behaviour on the plane.”
“Uh huh. I thought so.” One hand lifted to tangle in his hair and urge him closer as she stretched up to meet his mouth. “You’re forgiven even without the fire...just don’t do it again.”
As she settled back, he slid his hand under her t-shirt, feeling her stomach muscles contract and goose flesh rise on her skin at the scrape of his calluses. When she didn’t protest or move away from his touch, he set aside his wine glass so that both hands were free. Nuzzling her ear, he cupped a firm breast, while the other popped the button on her jeans and slid inside.
Veronica sighed again, this time in pleasure as his hands fondled, stroking her gently, arousing her slowly. For once she didn’t think about how to push him to hurry or even about pleasuring him in return, she just relaxed against him and focused on the fires his hands were lighting all over her body.
Jon grinned in satisfaction. He figured she’d be a little skittish about making love with the kids in the house, so his plan was to have the foreplay down here and get her so aroused that by the time he got her upstairs she wouldn’t care. Although the way her hips were rubbing against him as she rocked against his finger stroking her damp cleft, he might not be able to wait until they got upstairs!
“Johnny!” The teasing was all well and good, but she wanted more. She needed more.
“Time to go upstairs?”
The hope and promise in the husky voice had her struggling to pull his hands away and stand up. Once upright, she waited for him to join her. When he did, all thoughts of going upstairs faded. She threw her arms around his neck, threaded her fingers through his thick hair and kissed him for all she was worth. Her tongue plunged deep as she tasted him, her body tight to his. The feel of his erection pressing into her belly assured her that the empty, achy feeling inside her would soon be cured.
Jon ran his hands down her back, filled his hands with the firm cheeks of her ass and squeezed. With a low growl he pulled away – while he could still walk. “Upstairs.”
Veronica wanted to protest, but let him lace their fingers together and tow her upstairs behind him, shutting off lights as they went. At the top of the stairs, she frowned slightly at the sight of the children’s doors.
Jon felt her pace slow and, turning, saw the direction of her gaze. Tugging on her hand he urged her into his bedroom and locked the door before she could change her mind. He ignored the overhead light, opting instead for the lamp on the night table. Clicking it on, he sat on the side of the bed and pulled her to stand between his knees. One smooth motion had her t-shirt sliding up her torso and over her arms. By the time it hit the floor he had her bra undone and it followed the t-shirt.
A quiet sound of satisfaction rumbled in his throat as he buried his face between her breasts. Once again her fingers threaded through his hair and she held him close. Hot lips caressed her plump mounds, tongue tracing the line where creamy white became soft pink, before engulfing the taut peak.
Veronica was so overwhelmed by the sensations each pull of his mouth sent scorching through her body, she wasn’t even aware of his hands easing her jeans and panties over her hips. She had to lock her knees to keep from collapsing onto the floor when two fingers speared her. “Johnny! Oh God! I need you inside me!”
He was happy to oblige. Helping her step out of the clothes bunched at her ankles, he stood and pulled back the blankets on the bed. While she climbed in, he quickly stripped off his clothes, never taking his eyes of her.
Veronica lay back on the pillows and watched his body emerge from cotton and denim. As striptease’s went, this was as good as it got for her. Other men might be taller or more heavily muscled or shiny smooth, but Jon’s physique had always been perfect to her. He was just tall enough that her head could rest comfortably on his shoulder when they were standing, his muscles were firm and defined, and she like the way his fur felt beneath her cheek or her hands.
Jon saw her appreciative glance and smirked. “Like what you see?”
“Mmmm....I’d like it even more if it was closer.”
“That can be arranged.” He slid into the bed and into her waiting body, stroking slowly, deeply, letting their passion grow until they couldn’t hold back the tide any longer and the wave swamped them.
Rolling onto his back struggling to breathe, he was overcome with the feeling that for the first time in over two years, the house felt like home for him. His kids were asleep in their rooms down the hall, and the woman he loved was lying beside him, flushed and boneless from his lovemaking. This is how it should be.
Behind her, Jon shut the door and let out his own sigh as he set down his bags. The kids had already dropped theirs in the foyer and had taken off for the kitchen to let Molly know they were home.
Out of the corner of her eye Veronica saw a black blur moving towards them. As she watched, it flew at Jon, who caught it reflexively.
“What the hell? Oh.” Jon sighed again, this time in resignation. “Hello Boots, it’s nice to see you too.”
Veronica grinned as the kitten rubbed her head under his chin and purred loudly. “I think she missed you.”
“Lucky me.” He responded dryly. But she noticed that he didn’t set Boots down right away and in fact, was currently scratching her behind her ears and under her chin.
“You’re not fooling anyone, you know. You’re just a big softy.” She reached over to stroke the small, furry head.
“Her purring reminds me of you...when I pet you just right.” He waggled his brows at her and pursed his lips.
Veronica chuckled, but obliged, kissing him softly. “Mmmmm.” The noise she made deep in her throat did indeed sound feline.
“Ronnie...oh, there’s Boots!” Jake ran into the foyer and skidded to a halt, his siblings following more slowly. “Molly says she’s got the stuff to make cookies.” He held up his hands for the kitten.
“And for spagetti sauce.” Jesse added.
“Okay, I get the hints.” Veronica chuckled. “But let’s get the bags upstairs first. Oh, and you should call your mother and let her know you’re back in the country safe and sound.”
“I already texted her.” Jesse assured her.
Veronica shook her head. “You’ve been away for over a week. She wants to hear your voice. Call her.”
“Yes ma’am.”
She reached out to ruffle his hair. “Brat!” Grabbing her suitcase, she headed up the stairs. She was about to turn into the room across from Jon’s that she always used when Stephanie’s voice stopped her.
“You don’t have to do that you know.”
“Do what?”
“Sleep there. You can stay in Dad’s room. I’m not a child, I know you sleep with him when we’re not around.”
Veronica didn’t know how to respond to that. “I know you’re not a child, and you may be okay with it, but I’m not sure your brothers are ready for that.” She glanced up to see Jon coming down the hallway behind Stephanie.
“Jesse will be okay, and the little ones don’t get it, but they’re comfortable enough with you now that they probably won’t really notice.”
“Why are you pushing my relationship with your dad so hard?”
“Because he loves you and I want him to be happy. And I like you. You’re not some floozy after his fame or money. You’re good for him. You get him. And you don’t put up with any of his shit.”
Veronica was amazed. “How old are you again?”
“Mom says I have an old soul.”
“And she’s too smart for her own good!” Jon added as he joined them. “Language Steph. Will you go help Romeo with his bag please?” When she’d gone he gave Veronica a considering look, debating how to word his request so as not to piss her off or make her bolt. “She’s right though. You are good for me. Whaddaya say Nica? Now that you have the kid seal of approval, will you share my room?” My home, my family, my life?
“I don’t know Jon, I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that yet.”
“Well, you won’t know until you try, will you?” He held out his hand to her, palm up. “Will you try? Please?”
Veronica was a little shocked at how strong the urge was to give in to his plea – both the verbal one and the one visible in his eyes. This was the next step. This wasn’t the ‘on the road, fantasy life’ of a tour. This was real. This was ‘the kids know, tell the whole world you’re a couple’, real. But was she ready for that? It felt like her heart was battling with her head. Fear versus yearning, past versus future. Lord, she was scared! But didn’t she owe it to him....to Drew...to herself to at least try? If he was wrong, the pain would be all but unbearable, but if he was right.....she would find a happiness and joy of life that she hadn’t felt in twenty years.
Taking a deep breath, she reached out and slowly put her hand in his. “Okay. I’ll try.”
Blunt fingers closed around hers and squeezed. “Thank you.” Jon turned and tugged her into his room. “Make yourself at home. There should be plenty of room in the closet.”
She snorted. “Ya think? That damn closet is bigger than my entire bedroom in Nashville!”
Jon grinned and shrugged. “Makes it easy to find things.”
“Yeah? Then why do you wear the same clothes all the time?”
“I’m lazy.”
“Hey! Boots! Where ya going?” Jake’s voice drifted down the hallway.
The now recognizable black blur flew into the room and onto the bed.
“Hey!” Jon pointed his finger at the kitten now curled up on his pillow busy cleaning herself. “Nica was invited to share this room, you weren’t!”
Boots paused in her cleaning momentarily to look at him, then continued licking.
“I don’t think she cares if she was invited or not.” Veronica chuckled. “I don’t think she’s going to leave either.”
Jon sighed, stepped closer and slid his arms around her waist. “As long as you don’t, it doesn’t matter.” He glanced at the furball on his bed. “We’ll just have to remember to keep the door shut.”
Veronica looped her arms around his neck. “You wouldn’t really lock her out would you?”
“I can only handle one female in here.” He bent to taste her mouth. “And I choose you.”
“RONNIE! YOU MAKE COOKIES NOW? PEASE?”
“Guess his head doesn’t hurt if he can yell like that.” Jon noted dryly.
“Yeah.” She pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “I’d better go soothe the savage beasts with chocolate.”
“Then you can soothe this savage beast with another kind of sugar later.”
“Horny much?”
“With you? Always.”
“Ooh, you smooth talker you!” She had to laugh.
“Just being honest sweetheart.” He raised a brow. “Did it work?”
“Ask me later.”
Cookies baked, dinner eaten, kids in bed, the adults settled into the den with a glass of wine. Veronica was half reclined against Jon, her back to his chest, her arm resting on his at her waist. Taking a sip, she let out a wistful sigh.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I love the warm days, I was just wishing it was cold tonight so that we could have a fire.”
Ah! She’s feeling romantic tonight. “I could turn up the air conditioning and light one.”
Veronica tilted her head back until she could see his face. “You’re joking, right?”
Jon shrugged. “Whatever you want sugar.”
“Okay....what do you want?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re sucking up, you must want something.”
“Jeez, I’m just trying to make you happy!” When she continued to just look at him, his lips twitched. “And maybe trying to make up a little for my behaviour on the plane.”
“Uh huh. I thought so.” One hand lifted to tangle in his hair and urge him closer as she stretched up to meet his mouth. “You’re forgiven even without the fire...just don’t do it again.”
As she settled back, he slid his hand under her t-shirt, feeling her stomach muscles contract and goose flesh rise on her skin at the scrape of his calluses. When she didn’t protest or move away from his touch, he set aside his wine glass so that both hands were free. Nuzzling her ear, he cupped a firm breast, while the other popped the button on her jeans and slid inside.
Veronica sighed again, this time in pleasure as his hands fondled, stroking her gently, arousing her slowly. For once she didn’t think about how to push him to hurry or even about pleasuring him in return, she just relaxed against him and focused on the fires his hands were lighting all over her body.
Jon grinned in satisfaction. He figured she’d be a little skittish about making love with the kids in the house, so his plan was to have the foreplay down here and get her so aroused that by the time he got her upstairs she wouldn’t care. Although the way her hips were rubbing against him as she rocked against his finger stroking her damp cleft, he might not be able to wait until they got upstairs!
“Johnny!” The teasing was all well and good, but she wanted more. She needed more.
“Time to go upstairs?”
The hope and promise in the husky voice had her struggling to pull his hands away and stand up. Once upright, she waited for him to join her. When he did, all thoughts of going upstairs faded. She threw her arms around his neck, threaded her fingers through his thick hair and kissed him for all she was worth. Her tongue plunged deep as she tasted him, her body tight to his. The feel of his erection pressing into her belly assured her that the empty, achy feeling inside her would soon be cured.
Jon ran his hands down her back, filled his hands with the firm cheeks of her ass and squeezed. With a low growl he pulled away – while he could still walk. “Upstairs.”
Veronica wanted to protest, but let him lace their fingers together and tow her upstairs behind him, shutting off lights as they went. At the top of the stairs, she frowned slightly at the sight of the children’s doors.
Jon felt her pace slow and, turning, saw the direction of her gaze. Tugging on her hand he urged her into his bedroom and locked the door before she could change her mind. He ignored the overhead light, opting instead for the lamp on the night table. Clicking it on, he sat on the side of the bed and pulled her to stand between his knees. One smooth motion had her t-shirt sliding up her torso and over her arms. By the time it hit the floor he had her bra undone and it followed the t-shirt.
A quiet sound of satisfaction rumbled in his throat as he buried his face between her breasts. Once again her fingers threaded through his hair and she held him close. Hot lips caressed her plump mounds, tongue tracing the line where creamy white became soft pink, before engulfing the taut peak.
Veronica was so overwhelmed by the sensations each pull of his mouth sent scorching through her body, she wasn’t even aware of his hands easing her jeans and panties over her hips. She had to lock her knees to keep from collapsing onto the floor when two fingers speared her. “Johnny! Oh God! I need you inside me!”
He was happy to oblige. Helping her step out of the clothes bunched at her ankles, he stood and pulled back the blankets on the bed. While she climbed in, he quickly stripped off his clothes, never taking his eyes of her.
Veronica lay back on the pillows and watched his body emerge from cotton and denim. As striptease’s went, this was as good as it got for her. Other men might be taller or more heavily muscled or shiny smooth, but Jon’s physique had always been perfect to her. He was just tall enough that her head could rest comfortably on his shoulder when they were standing, his muscles were firm and defined, and she like the way his fur felt beneath her cheek or her hands.
Jon saw her appreciative glance and smirked. “Like what you see?”
“Mmmm....I’d like it even more if it was closer.”
“That can be arranged.” He slid into the bed and into her waiting body, stroking slowly, deeply, letting their passion grow until they couldn’t hold back the tide any longer and the wave swamped them.
Rolling onto his back struggling to breathe, he was overcome with the feeling that for the first time in over two years, the house felt like home for him. His kids were asleep in their rooms down the hall, and the woman he loved was lying beside him, flushed and boneless from his lovemaking. This is how it should be.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Chapter 117
Jon found her in the galley, making a cup of tea. Crossing his arms over his chest he leaned against the door frame. “Can we talk about this or do you need more time to come up with another obstacle to our relationship now that the last one’s been overcome?”
The flash of purple fire was visible under sooty lashes, and her lips pressed into a thin line, but her voice was calm as she dunked the tea bag. “There are other issues.”
“None that matter.”
She sighed. “Why are you being such an asshole?”
“Because it seems to be the only way I can get some emotion out of you.”
“Gee, and here I thought I gave you plenty of emotion just last night.”
“Passion and lust are not the emotions I’m looking for – or not the only emotions. They’re great, but they tend to be temporary if they’re not based on something stronger...deeper.”
Veronica glanced at him and raised a brow. “You’re a man, you’re not supposed to notice the difference – or care, or even think about feelings like that.”
“Oh we think about them, we just don’t feel the need to talk about them all the time like your half of the species does. But I’m a songwriter, so I have to more than most.” He paused. “And I remember how it was before...I can feel the difference.”
The silence stretched.
He sighed. “Why are you fighting this so hard?”
“I don’t know.” Tears clogged her throat and roughened her voice. “It’s...easier, I guess......safer.”
He thought that was probably the most honest answer she’d ever given him on the subject. For once he didn’t push, but waited for her to speak when she was ready.
She sighed. “I’m scared Jon. What we had was so....intense, so....overwhelming....and when it was taken away, I felt....lost....empty.....betrayed. I don’t ever want to feel like that again. I couldn’t take it.”
Jon stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Oh honey! I can’t turn back time, and I can’t fix what happened, but I can promise you that I’ll never hurt you like that again!” He squeezed. “I know you’ll never forget it, but try not to dwell on it. Think about how good we were together – how good we are together. We can have that again if you’ll just let go and trust me!”
“I’m....trying Jon. I promise I am. I just need some time. I need to take it slow.”
He wanted to growl in frustration and shake her. “Don’t take too long sweetheart. Don’t let the past dictate our future. You know better than most that life is short. Too short to spend a lot of time being afraid to take a chance.”
She knew he was right, but it was hard to break a twenty year self defence mechanism.
Jon nuzzled her neck. “Let me love you.” The stiffening of her body sparked his temper again. “I’m not asking you to say it back, dammit, just acknowledge that I said it! Stop denying my feelings just because you’re too unsure or afraid of your own! I love you!”
“Fine! You love me.” Even she could hear the anger in her voice. What was she angry about? That he said it or that he made her acknowledge that he said it? Was she really that selfish? He had the right to his feelings, but regardless of what he said, the pressure was on her now to reciprocate. And she just wasn’t ready to do that. She might be more comfortable with his kids now, and enjoyed being part of Jon’s life and his family, even missed him when they were apart, but she wasn’t ready to label it love. Still, she didn’t have the right to deny his feelings. She let her body relax, leaned against him and nodded. “Okay. I know you love me.”
“Thank you.” He took a breath. “Now, can we get back to what brought us in here in the first place? Did you really think that you needed an invitation to spend the holiday with us? With me?”
Veronica sighed and took a sip of tea. “We hadn’t talked about it. I didn’t know what you were thinking.”
Jon rocked her from side to side a bit. “Seriously? Do you really expect me to believe that you didn’t know what I wanted?”
To do that would only make her look stupid, or brand her a liar. But whether she knew or not wasn’t really the point here. “Don’t take me for granted Jon.”
He snorted. “The only thing about you that I take for granted is that nothing is going to go as I expect or as smoothly as I’d like. You keep me on my toes.” When she didn’t react – not even a chuckle or a little bit of a smile, he sighed. “I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you about it, and I’m sorry for the way I talked to Lori.”
She considered that for a moment. “And I’m sorry that I didn’t bring up the holiday myself and I’m sorry I didn’t just tell Lori that we hadn’t talked about it and I’d have to get back to her instead of making it look like you didn’t want me with you.”
Jon turned her to face him, a knuckle under her chin lifted her face towards his. “So, are we okay then?” She nodded slightly. “And you’re coming home with me when we land?” Veronica hesitated, then nodded again. “Good.” He kissed her lightly. “There’s nowhere else I want you to be.”
“Me either.” She answered honestly, slid her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly for a long minute, savouring the comfort she felt when his closed around her. Easing back she kissed him. “Come on, let’s get out of Vicky’s galley. I’m sure she’d like us out of her way.”
Catching her hand, Jon laced their fingers together and led her back into the main body of the plane and up to where the rest were sitting. All eyes turned their way and those of the adults and the four Bongiovi children eased at the sight of their clasped hands.
“Okay,” Ronnie began as she sat down and met blue gazes all around her. “So tell me about this Bongiovi Fourth of July Barbeque, and what do you need me to do?”
As traditions and suggestions flew back and forth, Jon sat back and watched her interact with his kids, adding his own comments periodically. While he watched, Romeo moved over to climb into Veronica’s lap. She smoothed his hair back from his forehead to check his bandage, then gave him her full attention as he described some of the games they played and the fireworks they either set off themselves or drove over to the shore where they could watch them light up the sky over New York City. It was obvious to Jon, that all her barriers against his youngest were finally gone. There was warmth shining in the amethyst depths of her eyes where before there had been only apprehension and pain and yearning.
This is what he’d been missing since the day Dorothea called it quits and asked him to leave. Family. His refuge from the madness of his life on the stage. Dorothea and the kids kept his feet firmly on the ground and reminded him that when it came right down to it, he was just a man. A husband and father. But Dot never understood what being on that stage meant to him. It wasn’t about the fan adulation – although he had to admit that was nice. It wasn’t about selling a million records or having more sold out shows than Bruce or Bono. It wasn’t about awards – but a little recognition of his hard work would be nice – or even the Hall of Fame.....not really. Sure, his ego liked it, but that’s not why he did it. It was about creating something, then sharing it with the world. Any artist will tell you that the joy of creating is doubled when you share it with those that appreciate it. Standing on that stage and watching the crowd dance and sing along with him, getting enjoyment out of his creation.....that’s what it was all about. The adrenaline rush and sense of....satisfaction...was unmatched by anything else he’d ever done. His work with the Foundation was getting close, at least in the satisfaction department. But it was hard for non-creative types to understand. He’d tried to explain it to Dorothea in terms she could relate to, comparing it to her dojo and the feeling she got when she watched a student master a particularly difficult move that she’d spent a lot of time working with them on. She kind of got it, but music and karate were different. She liked music, but it wasn’t a part of her soul like it was his. Ronnie got that. She understood how a melody or a lyric can get into your head and you can’t eat, you can’t sleep, you can’t think about anything else until you get it down on paper.
Twenty years ago he’d had to make a choice.....the woman who understood his heart or the one who understood his soul. At the time his life was a frenetic race for success. Shows, interviews, photo shoots, recording sessions, one after another after another after another. Everyone around him telling him how great he was, how big he was going to be. He thought he needed the grounding influence Dorothea could provide. And he was right. He regretted the pain he’d caused Ronnie, and not being there for her when she really needed him, but he never regretted marrying Dorothea. He loved her and she brought stability to his life. They had four beautiful children together. He could never regret that.
But Ronnie had always had a piece of his heart. Back then she’d been trying to make a name for herself in the business and her life had been as crazy as his. She couldn’t provide what he needed then, but they were older now and more settled. Their requirements were different now and he was convinced she could fill all of his. She knew the business and what it demanded of him. She knew when to stroke his ego and when to deflate it. She understood the importance of family and not missing out on the important events with your loved ones. Life was too short. He would never know if they could have made it if they’d stayed together back then, but he was convinced they were right for each other now – or at least that she was right for him.
Over the next hour, people started to drop off to sleep, the kids included. Jon glanced down when Veronica’s head drooped and came to rest on his shoulder. A soft smile curving his lips, he bent and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. One glance around assured him all four of his offspring were sleeping as well. Yes, he had everything right here that he wanted in life.....well, this and induction into the Hall of Fame.
The flash of purple fire was visible under sooty lashes, and her lips pressed into a thin line, but her voice was calm as she dunked the tea bag. “There are other issues.”
“None that matter.”
She sighed. “Why are you being such an asshole?”
“Because it seems to be the only way I can get some emotion out of you.”
“Gee, and here I thought I gave you plenty of emotion just last night.”
“Passion and lust are not the emotions I’m looking for – or not the only emotions. They’re great, but they tend to be temporary if they’re not based on something stronger...deeper.”
Veronica glanced at him and raised a brow. “You’re a man, you’re not supposed to notice the difference – or care, or even think about feelings like that.”
“Oh we think about them, we just don’t feel the need to talk about them all the time like your half of the species does. But I’m a songwriter, so I have to more than most.” He paused. “And I remember how it was before...I can feel the difference.”
The silence stretched.
He sighed. “Why are you fighting this so hard?”
“I don’t know.” Tears clogged her throat and roughened her voice. “It’s...easier, I guess......safer.”
He thought that was probably the most honest answer she’d ever given him on the subject. For once he didn’t push, but waited for her to speak when she was ready.
She sighed. “I’m scared Jon. What we had was so....intense, so....overwhelming....and when it was taken away, I felt....lost....empty.....betrayed. I don’t ever want to feel like that again. I couldn’t take it.”
Jon stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Oh honey! I can’t turn back time, and I can’t fix what happened, but I can promise you that I’ll never hurt you like that again!” He squeezed. “I know you’ll never forget it, but try not to dwell on it. Think about how good we were together – how good we are together. We can have that again if you’ll just let go and trust me!”
“I’m....trying Jon. I promise I am. I just need some time. I need to take it slow.”
He wanted to growl in frustration and shake her. “Don’t take too long sweetheart. Don’t let the past dictate our future. You know better than most that life is short. Too short to spend a lot of time being afraid to take a chance.”
She knew he was right, but it was hard to break a twenty year self defence mechanism.
Jon nuzzled her neck. “Let me love you.” The stiffening of her body sparked his temper again. “I’m not asking you to say it back, dammit, just acknowledge that I said it! Stop denying my feelings just because you’re too unsure or afraid of your own! I love you!”
“Fine! You love me.” Even she could hear the anger in her voice. What was she angry about? That he said it or that he made her acknowledge that he said it? Was she really that selfish? He had the right to his feelings, but regardless of what he said, the pressure was on her now to reciprocate. And she just wasn’t ready to do that. She might be more comfortable with his kids now, and enjoyed being part of Jon’s life and his family, even missed him when they were apart, but she wasn’t ready to label it love. Still, she didn’t have the right to deny his feelings. She let her body relax, leaned against him and nodded. “Okay. I know you love me.”
“Thank you.” He took a breath. “Now, can we get back to what brought us in here in the first place? Did you really think that you needed an invitation to spend the holiday with us? With me?”
Veronica sighed and took a sip of tea. “We hadn’t talked about it. I didn’t know what you were thinking.”
Jon rocked her from side to side a bit. “Seriously? Do you really expect me to believe that you didn’t know what I wanted?”
To do that would only make her look stupid, or brand her a liar. But whether she knew or not wasn’t really the point here. “Don’t take me for granted Jon.”
He snorted. “The only thing about you that I take for granted is that nothing is going to go as I expect or as smoothly as I’d like. You keep me on my toes.” When she didn’t react – not even a chuckle or a little bit of a smile, he sighed. “I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you about it, and I’m sorry for the way I talked to Lori.”
She considered that for a moment. “And I’m sorry that I didn’t bring up the holiday myself and I’m sorry I didn’t just tell Lori that we hadn’t talked about it and I’d have to get back to her instead of making it look like you didn’t want me with you.”
Jon turned her to face him, a knuckle under her chin lifted her face towards his. “So, are we okay then?” She nodded slightly. “And you’re coming home with me when we land?” Veronica hesitated, then nodded again. “Good.” He kissed her lightly. “There’s nowhere else I want you to be.”
“Me either.” She answered honestly, slid her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly for a long minute, savouring the comfort she felt when his closed around her. Easing back she kissed him. “Come on, let’s get out of Vicky’s galley. I’m sure she’d like us out of her way.”
Catching her hand, Jon laced their fingers together and led her back into the main body of the plane and up to where the rest were sitting. All eyes turned their way and those of the adults and the four Bongiovi children eased at the sight of their clasped hands.
“Okay,” Ronnie began as she sat down and met blue gazes all around her. “So tell me about this Bongiovi Fourth of July Barbeque, and what do you need me to do?”
As traditions and suggestions flew back and forth, Jon sat back and watched her interact with his kids, adding his own comments periodically. While he watched, Romeo moved over to climb into Veronica’s lap. She smoothed his hair back from his forehead to check his bandage, then gave him her full attention as he described some of the games they played and the fireworks they either set off themselves or drove over to the shore where they could watch them light up the sky over New York City. It was obvious to Jon, that all her barriers against his youngest were finally gone. There was warmth shining in the amethyst depths of her eyes where before there had been only apprehension and pain and yearning.
This is what he’d been missing since the day Dorothea called it quits and asked him to leave. Family. His refuge from the madness of his life on the stage. Dorothea and the kids kept his feet firmly on the ground and reminded him that when it came right down to it, he was just a man. A husband and father. But Dot never understood what being on that stage meant to him. It wasn’t about the fan adulation – although he had to admit that was nice. It wasn’t about selling a million records or having more sold out shows than Bruce or Bono. It wasn’t about awards – but a little recognition of his hard work would be nice – or even the Hall of Fame.....not really. Sure, his ego liked it, but that’s not why he did it. It was about creating something, then sharing it with the world. Any artist will tell you that the joy of creating is doubled when you share it with those that appreciate it. Standing on that stage and watching the crowd dance and sing along with him, getting enjoyment out of his creation.....that’s what it was all about. The adrenaline rush and sense of....satisfaction...was unmatched by anything else he’d ever done. His work with the Foundation was getting close, at least in the satisfaction department. But it was hard for non-creative types to understand. He’d tried to explain it to Dorothea in terms she could relate to, comparing it to her dojo and the feeling she got when she watched a student master a particularly difficult move that she’d spent a lot of time working with them on. She kind of got it, but music and karate were different. She liked music, but it wasn’t a part of her soul like it was his. Ronnie got that. She understood how a melody or a lyric can get into your head and you can’t eat, you can’t sleep, you can’t think about anything else until you get it down on paper.
Twenty years ago he’d had to make a choice.....the woman who understood his heart or the one who understood his soul. At the time his life was a frenetic race for success. Shows, interviews, photo shoots, recording sessions, one after another after another after another. Everyone around him telling him how great he was, how big he was going to be. He thought he needed the grounding influence Dorothea could provide. And he was right. He regretted the pain he’d caused Ronnie, and not being there for her when she really needed him, but he never regretted marrying Dorothea. He loved her and she brought stability to his life. They had four beautiful children together. He could never regret that.
But Ronnie had always had a piece of his heart. Back then she’d been trying to make a name for herself in the business and her life had been as crazy as his. She couldn’t provide what he needed then, but they were older now and more settled. Their requirements were different now and he was convinced she could fill all of his. She knew the business and what it demanded of him. She knew when to stroke his ego and when to deflate it. She understood the importance of family and not missing out on the important events with your loved ones. Life was too short. He would never know if they could have made it if they’d stayed together back then, but he was convinced they were right for each other now – or at least that she was right for him.
Over the next hour, people started to drop off to sleep, the kids included. Jon glanced down when Veronica’s head drooped and came to rest on his shoulder. A soft smile curving his lips, he bent and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. One glance around assured him all four of his offspring were sleeping as well. Yes, he had everything right here that he wanted in life.....well, this and induction into the Hall of Fame.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Chapter 116
They were finally on their way home – or at least the right continent. The noise level of the plane had tapered off. Dinner was finished and people were starting to settle in to read or nap or listen to music or whatever their chosen mode of relaxation was.
Jon and Veronica were still sitting at the table where they’d eaten with Jake and Romeo who had now curled up in their seats with their hand held video games when Stephanie joined them. Setting her laptop down on the table, she glanced back and forth between them.
“What’s up Steph?” Veronica asked.
Stephanie debated how to word it. “I was surfing around the net, checking out music sites, and...well....have you ever heard of Aldo Nova?”
“Sure. I even met him a couple times years ago.”
Stephanie glanced at her father, but he was checking his e-mail and only half listening to their conversation. “Umm...did you know that Dad worked on an album with him back in the early 90s?”
“No, I didn’t. Was it any good?”
Stephanie looked at Jon again and wondered if he knew what she was getting at. Now she had his full attention. Suddenly, awareness widened his eyes. She raised a brow slightly, silently asking if it was alright to continue. His hesitated, then his lips twisted into a chagrined smile, and he nodded once. “Well, there’s one song you might find interesting.” She clicked a key, then turned her laptop towards Veronica.
Veronica gave Stephanie a bemused look, but obligingly turned her attention to the song.
She was 19 I was 25
When I saw her for the first time
I met her at the station
She was working overtime
Just a pretty tomboy pumping gas
When I asked her name she smiled
She said, they call me Ronnie
So we sat and talked awhile
Well we laughed and joked
And spoke of dreams
Again and again
It was more than love could have ever been
Baby you were my friend
Hey hey Ronnie
We were wild as the wind
Me and Ronnie
We’ll be together till the end
Two beautiful dreamers
But the dream it had to end in the end
The summer nights they had to fade
And the winter came on strong
But even on the coldest nights
Our love would keep us warm
Well we had to scrape to pay the rent
Working too hard to hold on
Nights with you were heaven sent
It was the days that all went wrong
We were tough
Just a little too proud
Too pack it in, to walk right out
So let it fade let the movie end
Forever friends
Hey hey Ronnie
We were wild as the wind
Me and Ronnie
Swore that love was everything
Somewhere we got lost
And now I miss you my friend
So when you’re out there
In the cold cold world
Ronnie girl think about me
Well, ain’t it funny how the years go on
True love never dies
My dream of being Elvis
All but passed me by
Well I wonder if she’s pumping gas
I bet she’s doing fine
Hey Ronnie if you’re out there
I could use a friend tonight
Ronnie
Hey hey Ronnie
We were wild as the wind
Me and Ronnie
Swore that love was everything
Hey hey Ronnie
We were wild as the wind
Me and Ronnie *
Veronica looked at Jon and raised a brow. The ages were wrong, as were some elements to the story, but there was enough there to make her wonder – she’d even worked at a gas station when she was in high school and Jon knew that.
Jon shrugged, but met her gaze. “Did you really think I’d just walked away and forgotten you? You know me better than that....or you should. Even I’m not that much of an asshole.” He paused. “I thought about you from time to time.” He glanced at Stephanie. “That doesn’t mean I loved your mother any less, it just means I didn’t deny my past and what Ronnie went through.”
Stephanie studied his face for a moment, then nodded. “I get it, but I wouldn’t tell Jesse if I were you. He won’t understand.”
“Hey Ronnie?” Jesse called as he walked up the aisle from the back of the plane. “When we get home will you make spagetti for supper?”
“No, that stuff she made for Daddy’s birthday.” Was Jake’s choice.
“Cookies!” Romeo added.
“Maybe roast beef.”
“Only if Ronnie’s cooking, not Dad.”
“Cookies!”
“What about turkey?”
“No, pork chops.”
“COOKIES!!!”
“Gee, do you get the idea that they’re a little hungry for some home cooking? Or maybe just Ronnie’s cooking.” Richie asked David who was sitting near him. “Although I’m with Romeo on the cookies. Hey little girl, do you think you might bring some to Sarnia?”
Veronica listened to the conversation, a small smile curving her lips. She was pleased that the kids appreciated her cooking, but she didn’t know how to answer them. There had been no discussion about where she was going when they got back stateside. Between the tour, Tom, Brad, Vince, the kids’ arrival, and Romeo’s accident, there really hadn’t been time for her to even think about it.
“I’ll tell you what. The next time we’re all together, I’ll cook and you guys can pick the menu. And yes, there will definitely be cookies.” She assured Romeo.
“Aren’t you coming home with us?” Jessie asked.
“Well, I hadn’t planned on it.” Before she could say anymore, her phone rang. It was Lori. “Hey girlfriend!”
The kids all exchanged looks, then looked at their father. Jon studied Veronica’s face, a frown forming on his. The more his listened to her conversation, the darker it got.
“Hey there! How’s the tour going? Where are you?”
“Tour's going well. We’re somewhere over the Atlantic at the moment on our way home.”
“So...are you going to be home for the Fourth? Mom asked me to find out.” Like a lot of families, Lori’s had a huge annual barbeque on the Fourth of July.
“The Fourth? Yeah, as far as I know I’ll be home. Does your mom want me to make the coleslaw?”
“Dad, do something!” Stephanie murmured.
Lori was surprised. “Are you sure? You’re not going to be somewhere else, like...say...New Jersey?”
“I don’t think so.” Veronica met Jon’s look head on. She saw the temper building in the cobalt depths, but ignored it. “I haven’t been invited anywhere else.”
With a low growl, Jon’s patience snapped and he grabbed the phone out of her hand. “Sorry, Lori. It seems my girlfriend wants to be stubborn and deliberately dense about her place in my life. Tell your mother, I’m sorry, but Ronnie will be in Jersey for the Fourth. You’re all welcome to come too if you like.” He glanced at Veronica’s face and snorted. “Nice try at a stink eye sugar, but you’re dealing with the master here, and that just doesn’t cut it. You want an invitation? How’s this? Call Vince, tell him you’re transferring to the New York office, give notice to your landlord, pack up your stuff and ship it to Jersey. Is that clear enough about where I want you or do you need it engraved in gilt letters on heavy linen?” His tone was a mixture of exasperation and frustration, with a little dash of venom....and cut like a knife.
Lori winced. “Uh, Jon....don’t....”
Veronica narrowed her eyes at him, on the verge of tears. “You’re an asshole!” She hissed the words at him, stood and walked towards the galley at the back of the plane. Vicki took one look at her face and tactfully pointed out the tea and left her alone.
Jon blew out a breath. “I’m sorry Lori, but I’m sick to death of her denying her feelings – and mine! The woman has thicker walls than Fort Knox and more of them, most of them unnecessary.”
“She has her reasons Jon. Romeo...”
“Isn’t an issue any more.”
“Really? What happened.”
“An accident. I’m sure she’ll tell you all about it.”
“Oh, okay, but there are other issues. She’s afraid of being hurt again.”
“Well, that won’t be a problem, she won’t let anyone get close enough to be in a position to hurt her!” Jon sighed and made an effort to bring his temper under control. “Sorry Lori, you don’t deserve me venting at you.”
“Not a problem. You and I know her better than anyone. Who else are we going to vent to that will understand? She’s the most stubborn person I’ve ever met. I know you’re frustrated, but whether you believe it or not, you are gaining ground with her...well, until now. But if you push her too fast, she’ll push back....or walk away. You just have to be patient.”
He snorted. “That’s not exactly my strong suit.”
Lori laughed. “Why doesn’t that surprise me? Just try your best. I’ll let you go and try to smooth things over. Tell Veronica to call me when she has a chance.”
“Will do. Talk to you later Lori. Bye.” Hanging up he found his two oldest staring at him, disappointment and anger in their expressions.
“Way to go Dad.” Stephanie shook her head in disgust. “You just can’t help but screw up can you?”
“Yeah. Is there anyone else you want to introduce us to so that we can get to like them and you can push them away?” Jesse added. “Ronnie’s right. You are an asshole!”
“Is Ronnie leaving us?” Jake’s frown was a copy of his father’s.
Fuck! Forgot the little ones were right there! “No Jakey, she’s not.” Jon looked at Steph and Jesse. “I’ll fix it.” He stood up. “I will!”
They watched him go, but didn’t look convinced.
(* Author's Note: Hey Ronnie (Veronica's Song) written by JBJ and Aldo Nova - and no, I didn't know about this when I started the story...CatteSambora came across it and let me know....spooky huh? LOL)
Jon and Veronica were still sitting at the table where they’d eaten with Jake and Romeo who had now curled up in their seats with their hand held video games when Stephanie joined them. Setting her laptop down on the table, she glanced back and forth between them.
“What’s up Steph?” Veronica asked.
Stephanie debated how to word it. “I was surfing around the net, checking out music sites, and...well....have you ever heard of Aldo Nova?”
“Sure. I even met him a couple times years ago.”
Stephanie glanced at her father, but he was checking his e-mail and only half listening to their conversation. “Umm...did you know that Dad worked on an album with him back in the early 90s?”
“No, I didn’t. Was it any good?”
Stephanie looked at Jon again and wondered if he knew what she was getting at. Now she had his full attention. Suddenly, awareness widened his eyes. She raised a brow slightly, silently asking if it was alright to continue. His hesitated, then his lips twisted into a chagrined smile, and he nodded once. “Well, there’s one song you might find interesting.” She clicked a key, then turned her laptop towards Veronica.
Veronica gave Stephanie a bemused look, but obligingly turned her attention to the song.
She was 19 I was 25
When I saw her for the first time
I met her at the station
She was working overtime
Just a pretty tomboy pumping gas
When I asked her name she smiled
She said, they call me Ronnie
So we sat and talked awhile
Well we laughed and joked
And spoke of dreams
Again and again
It was more than love could have ever been
Baby you were my friend
Hey hey Ronnie
We were wild as the wind
Me and Ronnie
We’ll be together till the end
Two beautiful dreamers
But the dream it had to end in the end
The summer nights they had to fade
And the winter came on strong
But even on the coldest nights
Our love would keep us warm
Well we had to scrape to pay the rent
Working too hard to hold on
Nights with you were heaven sent
It was the days that all went wrong
We were tough
Just a little too proud
Too pack it in, to walk right out
So let it fade let the movie end
Forever friends
Hey hey Ronnie
We were wild as the wind
Me and Ronnie
Swore that love was everything
Somewhere we got lost
And now I miss you my friend
So when you’re out there
In the cold cold world
Ronnie girl think about me
Well, ain’t it funny how the years go on
True love never dies
My dream of being Elvis
All but passed me by
Well I wonder if she’s pumping gas
I bet she’s doing fine
Hey Ronnie if you’re out there
I could use a friend tonight
Ronnie
Hey hey Ronnie
We were wild as the wind
Me and Ronnie
Swore that love was everything
Hey hey Ronnie
We were wild as the wind
Me and Ronnie *
Veronica looked at Jon and raised a brow. The ages were wrong, as were some elements to the story, but there was enough there to make her wonder – she’d even worked at a gas station when she was in high school and Jon knew that.
Jon shrugged, but met her gaze. “Did you really think I’d just walked away and forgotten you? You know me better than that....or you should. Even I’m not that much of an asshole.” He paused. “I thought about you from time to time.” He glanced at Stephanie. “That doesn’t mean I loved your mother any less, it just means I didn’t deny my past and what Ronnie went through.”
Stephanie studied his face for a moment, then nodded. “I get it, but I wouldn’t tell Jesse if I were you. He won’t understand.”
“Hey Ronnie?” Jesse called as he walked up the aisle from the back of the plane. “When we get home will you make spagetti for supper?”
“No, that stuff she made for Daddy’s birthday.” Was Jake’s choice.
“Cookies!” Romeo added.
“Maybe roast beef.”
“Only if Ronnie’s cooking, not Dad.”
“Cookies!”
“What about turkey?”
“No, pork chops.”
“COOKIES!!!”
“Gee, do you get the idea that they’re a little hungry for some home cooking? Or maybe just Ronnie’s cooking.” Richie asked David who was sitting near him. “Although I’m with Romeo on the cookies. Hey little girl, do you think you might bring some to Sarnia?”
Veronica listened to the conversation, a small smile curving her lips. She was pleased that the kids appreciated her cooking, but she didn’t know how to answer them. There had been no discussion about where she was going when they got back stateside. Between the tour, Tom, Brad, Vince, the kids’ arrival, and Romeo’s accident, there really hadn’t been time for her to even think about it.
“I’ll tell you what. The next time we’re all together, I’ll cook and you guys can pick the menu. And yes, there will definitely be cookies.” She assured Romeo.
“Aren’t you coming home with us?” Jessie asked.
“Well, I hadn’t planned on it.” Before she could say anymore, her phone rang. It was Lori. “Hey girlfriend!”
The kids all exchanged looks, then looked at their father. Jon studied Veronica’s face, a frown forming on his. The more his listened to her conversation, the darker it got.
“Hey there! How’s the tour going? Where are you?”
“Tour's going well. We’re somewhere over the Atlantic at the moment on our way home.”
“So...are you going to be home for the Fourth? Mom asked me to find out.” Like a lot of families, Lori’s had a huge annual barbeque on the Fourth of July.
“The Fourth? Yeah, as far as I know I’ll be home. Does your mom want me to make the coleslaw?”
“Dad, do something!” Stephanie murmured.
Lori was surprised. “Are you sure? You’re not going to be somewhere else, like...say...New Jersey?”
“I don’t think so.” Veronica met Jon’s look head on. She saw the temper building in the cobalt depths, but ignored it. “I haven’t been invited anywhere else.”
With a low growl, Jon’s patience snapped and he grabbed the phone out of her hand. “Sorry, Lori. It seems my girlfriend wants to be stubborn and deliberately dense about her place in my life. Tell your mother, I’m sorry, but Ronnie will be in Jersey for the Fourth. You’re all welcome to come too if you like.” He glanced at Veronica’s face and snorted. “Nice try at a stink eye sugar, but you’re dealing with the master here, and that just doesn’t cut it. You want an invitation? How’s this? Call Vince, tell him you’re transferring to the New York office, give notice to your landlord, pack up your stuff and ship it to Jersey. Is that clear enough about where I want you or do you need it engraved in gilt letters on heavy linen?” His tone was a mixture of exasperation and frustration, with a little dash of venom....and cut like a knife.
Lori winced. “Uh, Jon....don’t....”
Veronica narrowed her eyes at him, on the verge of tears. “You’re an asshole!” She hissed the words at him, stood and walked towards the galley at the back of the plane. Vicki took one look at her face and tactfully pointed out the tea and left her alone.
Jon blew out a breath. “I’m sorry Lori, but I’m sick to death of her denying her feelings – and mine! The woman has thicker walls than Fort Knox and more of them, most of them unnecessary.”
“She has her reasons Jon. Romeo...”
“Isn’t an issue any more.”
“Really? What happened.”
“An accident. I’m sure she’ll tell you all about it.”
“Oh, okay, but there are other issues. She’s afraid of being hurt again.”
“Well, that won’t be a problem, she won’t let anyone get close enough to be in a position to hurt her!” Jon sighed and made an effort to bring his temper under control. “Sorry Lori, you don’t deserve me venting at you.”
“Not a problem. You and I know her better than anyone. Who else are we going to vent to that will understand? She’s the most stubborn person I’ve ever met. I know you’re frustrated, but whether you believe it or not, you are gaining ground with her...well, until now. But if you push her too fast, she’ll push back....or walk away. You just have to be patient.”
He snorted. “That’s not exactly my strong suit.”
Lori laughed. “Why doesn’t that surprise me? Just try your best. I’ll let you go and try to smooth things over. Tell Veronica to call me when she has a chance.”
“Will do. Talk to you later Lori. Bye.” Hanging up he found his two oldest staring at him, disappointment and anger in their expressions.
“Way to go Dad.” Stephanie shook her head in disgust. “You just can’t help but screw up can you?”
“Yeah. Is there anyone else you want to introduce us to so that we can get to like them and you can push them away?” Jesse added. “Ronnie’s right. You are an asshole!”
“Is Ronnie leaving us?” Jake’s frown was a copy of his father’s.
Fuck! Forgot the little ones were right there! “No Jakey, she’s not.” Jon looked at Steph and Jesse. “I’ll fix it.” He stood up. “I will!”
They watched him go, but didn’t look convinced.
(* Author's Note: Hey Ronnie (Veronica's Song) written by JBJ and Aldo Nova - and no, I didn't know about this when I started the story...CatteSambora came across it and let me know....spooky huh? LOL)
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Chapter 115
Jon tried to keep to his own bed and not disturb the two in the other bed, but when Veronica started murmuring in her sleep and got restless, it gave him the excuse he was looking for to slide in beside her. It was a bit crowded with all three of them, but it was a sacrifice he was happy to make. The fact that she calmed quickly at his touch and his murmured assurances of his nearness, justified his actions even more.
Veronica awoke to find herself sandwiched between two Bongiovi males. The little one she remembered being there when she fell asleep, the big one spooned behind her, she didn’t. He definitely hadn’t been there the couple times she’d been up with Romeo to get him more painkillers. She sighed inwardly at the realization that she’d never felt him climb in....and how comforted she felt that he was there.
A small hand touching her cheek had her opening her eyes. “Hey little man. How are you feeling?”
“My head hurts...and I hungy.” He looked towards the T.V. “I watch ‘toons?” He looked over her shoulder and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Oh, Daddy’s still seeping.”
“Yeah. Let’s go out into the sitting room and let him sleep.”
“Okay.” He slid from the bed and padded out to the sitting room.
Veronica blinked, surprised, at his non-reaction to his father sharing a bed with her and would have followed, but found that she couldn’t. The hard band of muscle at her waist tightened, preventing her from moving. She turned her head to look at him, but his eyes remained closed. Leaning over, she touched her lips gently to his. “I’m just going to the sitting room. He needs painkillers, breakfast and cartoons.”
Jon sighed heavily and frowned, but relaxed his arm and let her go. When her weight lifted from the bed, he reached for her pillow and hugged it to him.
Veronica smiled, pulled on a robe and went to join Romeo.
When Jon awoke again, he found the suite empty and a note on the table letting him know that Veronica had taken the kids downstairs to the hotel restaurant for an early lunch. After taking a shower, he dressed, checked his messages and returned a few phone calls. He was just starting to feel left out and abandoned when he heard voices in the hallway and the click of her key card in the lock.
“Daddy! You awake!”
“Hey little man, yes I am. How’s your head?”
Romeo touched the bandage on his forehead. “It okay. Ronnie gave me pills that make the hurt go away.”
“Yeah? She’s good at making us guys feel better when we’re hurt isn’t she?” Jon caught Veronica’s eye and smiled, his eyes glowing warmly.
“Uh huh.” Romeo nodded, his expression serious. “Just like Mommy.”
It was the biggest compliment he could have given her and her eyes filled and her cheeks pinkened with pleasure. Clearing her throat, she shoved the Styrofoam container she was carrying at Jon. “Here. We brought you lunch. Eat.” And quit looking at me like I’m some miracle worker!
“Thanks sugar.” He patted the cushion next to him. “Sit with me while I eat.” I don’t consider it a miracle, but I’m betting you do.
“So how was the show last night?” She asked as she settled beside him, one leg curled under her, not consciously acknowledging their unspoken communication. Her question was for Stephanie and Jesse as well. As the next generation of concert goers, and current music buyers, their opinion was important – plus they had been to enough of the band’s shows to know if something was particularly well received or if it was off.
As the conversation progressed, Jon finished his club sandwich, set aside the container and let his hand settle on Veronica’s knee, thumb stroking absently while he listened to the kids’ observations.
Veronica could feel the heat of his hand through her jeans and a shiver ran down her spine. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his lips twitch and knew he’d felt her reaction to his touch. Placing her hand over his, she squeezed in warning.....and acknowledgment. His fingers moved to grip hers and squeeze back. This time his thumb caressed bare skin and her nerves skittered. She took a slightly shaky breath and made a mental note to find them some private time – soon!
Jon entered his dressing room after the show, exhausted and dripping sweat. Swiping a towel over his face again, he tossed it onto the table on his way to the shower when he heard the door open behind him. He turned, ready to snarl at whoever was intruding on his post show wind down time, and just managed to bite back some truly nasty words – which he would then spend hours, if not days, trying to apologize for – when he saw Veronica shutting the door.
His brows rose at the snick of the lock. “Where’s your shadow?” Romeo had been within reach of her all day, even during the couple interviews they’d had that afternoon. They’d had to remind the reporters that he wasn’t part of the interview. They saw the bandage on his head, and their curiosity was obvious, but one look at Jon had convinced them not to ask.
“Hanging out with Uncle Matt. I think they were going to see what was left in catering. Romeo had a hankering for some cake.” Veronica stalked towards him like a prowling cat.
Jon found himself retreating at the almost feral look in her eyes until his back was – literally – against the wall – or in this case the frame of the doorway leading to the shower . “And what do you have a hankering for?”
The deepening of his voice told her that he already had some idea. “Some alone time with Daddy.”
He watched her come closer. “Daddy’s all sweaty.”
Veronica didn’t stop until she was pressed up against him. When his head dropped back at the rubbing of her body over his, she took advantage and ran the tip of her tongue up his throat over his Adam’s apple. “Mmmm. I know.”
The throaty purr had his body hardening even more than the friction she was creating by grinding her hips against his. “Jesus sugar!”
Skillful, delicate fingers found the bottom of his t-shirt and dipped underneath. Jon sucked in a breath as they traced over his ribs, pushing cotton upwards as they moved. Lips that could tease or please in equal measure skimmed along his jaw to his ear. “Johnny, I want you!”
“Anytime, anyplace, any way you want sweetheart.” The last word ended in a soft groan as her hands ran up his chest on her way to removing his shirt. When the sweaty material slid over his hands on its way to the floor, he smoothed them down her back, savouring the feel of her heat through the thin tank top she wore with jeans that showed of her curves and practically begged a man to peel them off her.
In return, her hands retraced their paths, pausing to tangle in his fur. “Mmmm. You’re even softer than Boots.”
His bark of laughter was choked and harsh with his rising passion. “Thanks....I think.” His body was urging him to stop the play and get down to business, but she obviously had a plan and he wanted to see what she had in mind.
Veronica’s hands slid down further, over his abs to the waistband of his pants. “But you’re not soft all over, are you? Not here.” A flick of her fingers, and they were open, exposing him to her sight....and touch. “And definitely not here.” Urging his pants over his hips, she followed them down to the floor. She’d intended to finish removing them, but left them bunched at his ankles when she got distracted. “Well, there’s my old friend. It’s been awhile hasn’t it?” Her fingers ran up and down his swollen length. “Look how big he is!”
Jon had to clear his throat before he could speak. The touch of her hand threatened to take his voice. The sight of her kneeling at his feet didn’t help either. “He’s missed you.”
“Should I kiss him hello?”
If he could have, he would have grinned, but his face felt like it was carved from stone. The laugh that tried to get out was strangled in his throat. “I’m sure he’d like that.”
The touch of her lips on his empurpled, throbbing head loosened his knees and he had to lean harder against the door frame for support. The sight and feel of her engulfing him dragged a groan from deep in his chest. His fingers slid into the ebony curls on either side of her head and held tight, his hips flexing slightly to augment her rhythm.
Veronica glanced up at his face to gauge the effectiveness of her ministrations and was gratified to see his flushed face, eyes glowing hot, a glazed expression in the sapphire depths. Violet eyes glinting, she decided to ramp it up a notch.
Jon’s head dropped back and he fought to keep it together as she increased the speed of her movements and sucked harder. When she began to hum he was sure he was going to lose it. Wanting more, but unable to summon the ability to stop her – what she was doing felt too good – he could only hold on and pray for strength.
When she sensed he was close to the breaking point, Veronica pulled his hands from her head and stood. Pressing against him, she brushed her lips over his, then brought her mouth to his ear. “I want you inside me Johnny. I want to feel your hard flesh stretching me....pulsing against me. I want to feel your heartbeat inside my body.”
“Jesus!” The breathless response was all he was capable of. A shudder shook his body and his hands reached blindly for the fastening of her jeans. Finding it, he ripped them open and shoved at the stubborn denim until it finally slid from her hips. The small scrap of lace that she called panties very quickly became smaller scraps as impatient hands tore them off. Like a homing pigeon, his aching erection found the notch between her thighs. Groaning loudly, Jon gripped her hips to hold her still and thrust slowly, heating and caressing her soft, soft flesh. The liquid evidence of her body’s approval of his actions aided his movements, easing the friction.
At the same time, Jon’s mouth captured hers, tasting her thoroughly, tongue mimicking the motion of his lower body.
Veronica felt like she was going up in flames. Easing back from the kiss, she pleaded for mercy. “Enough teasing. I need you inside me. Now! Please Johnny!”
When he released her, she stepped back and struggled with fumbling hands to remove her jeans completely. Jon took the opportunity to kick out of his as well. As soon as she was free, Veronica pressed back against him. “Now Johnny, I can’t wait.”
The straight backed chair in the corner of his eye got his attention and a vision flitted, then settled in his mind. She’s pretty flexible...it could work. “Come here.” Catching her hand he staggered to the chair, towing her behind him. He sat and tugged her closer.
Veronica quickly figured out the logistics and straddled him, impaling herself on his raging erection. Both of them groaned at the merging of their bodies. Jon slid his hands from her hips up her sides, dispensing with her tank top in the process. A flick of his fingers released the catch on her bra and he tossed it to join the tank. Unusually soft palms cupped her breasts and squeezed and massaged gently. Veronica bent to press her mouth to his, her kiss by turns ravenous and gentle.
After several minutes of rocking against each other, Jon broke the kiss. “Lean back.” Veronica complied, balancing carefully on his knees and panted. Jon grasped first one leg, then the other and lifted them onto his shoulders. “Can you reach the floor?”
Veronica considered for a moment, then nodded. “I think so. Hang onto my hips.” When he complied she bent back very carefully until her palms touched the floor and she could use them to brace herself. The change in angle sent sharp jolts of sensation from her core to her fingertips and she cried out. “Oh! God yes! Mmmm Johnny that feels sooo good!”
Jon couldn’t speak. His heart was pounding, his breath was sawing in his chest, and there was a sheen of sweat on his body, making his hands slip on her hips. He shifted his grip and thrust as deep as he could, eyes focused on the sight of his shaft sliding in and out of her welcoming body. When he felt his orgasm approach, knowing he couldn’t stop it, and knowing she wasn’t quite there yet, he let go with one hand to rub and pluck her clit. He felt her body vise around his, her scream echoing in his ears, and with a grunt let go and spilled inside her.
“Help....help me....up.” Veronica panted, trembling arms the only thing keeping her from crashing to the floor.
“Oops...sorry...sugar.” Jon was just as breathless, but had enough strength left to ease her legs down and pull her upright.
Veronica leaned against him, her head on his shoulder and waited for her world to settle again. Jon hugged her and buried his nose in her neck. A few minutes later voices could be heard outside the door.
“How come Daddy’s door’s locked?” Romeo asked.
“He’s probably still in the shower.” Matt replied and tried to think of a way to move them along.
“But Ronnie was in there too.”
“Uh...ewww!” Was Jesse’s opinion.
“What? It’s fun to share the tub.” Jake argued.
Jon chuckled and Veronica groaned. “Oh Lord...he’s going to be just like you!” She whispered.
Jon just grinned. “Wanna share a shower?”
Veronica awoke to find herself sandwiched between two Bongiovi males. The little one she remembered being there when she fell asleep, the big one spooned behind her, she didn’t. He definitely hadn’t been there the couple times she’d been up with Romeo to get him more painkillers. She sighed inwardly at the realization that she’d never felt him climb in....and how comforted she felt that he was there.
A small hand touching her cheek had her opening her eyes. “Hey little man. How are you feeling?”
“My head hurts...and I hungy.” He looked towards the T.V. “I watch ‘toons?” He looked over her shoulder and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Oh, Daddy’s still seeping.”
“Yeah. Let’s go out into the sitting room and let him sleep.”
“Okay.” He slid from the bed and padded out to the sitting room.
Veronica blinked, surprised, at his non-reaction to his father sharing a bed with her and would have followed, but found that she couldn’t. The hard band of muscle at her waist tightened, preventing her from moving. She turned her head to look at him, but his eyes remained closed. Leaning over, she touched her lips gently to his. “I’m just going to the sitting room. He needs painkillers, breakfast and cartoons.”
Jon sighed heavily and frowned, but relaxed his arm and let her go. When her weight lifted from the bed, he reached for her pillow and hugged it to him.
Veronica smiled, pulled on a robe and went to join Romeo.
When Jon awoke again, he found the suite empty and a note on the table letting him know that Veronica had taken the kids downstairs to the hotel restaurant for an early lunch. After taking a shower, he dressed, checked his messages and returned a few phone calls. He was just starting to feel left out and abandoned when he heard voices in the hallway and the click of her key card in the lock.
“Daddy! You awake!”
“Hey little man, yes I am. How’s your head?”
Romeo touched the bandage on his forehead. “It okay. Ronnie gave me pills that make the hurt go away.”
“Yeah? She’s good at making us guys feel better when we’re hurt isn’t she?” Jon caught Veronica’s eye and smiled, his eyes glowing warmly.
“Uh huh.” Romeo nodded, his expression serious. “Just like Mommy.”
It was the biggest compliment he could have given her and her eyes filled and her cheeks pinkened with pleasure. Clearing her throat, she shoved the Styrofoam container she was carrying at Jon. “Here. We brought you lunch. Eat.” And quit looking at me like I’m some miracle worker!
“Thanks sugar.” He patted the cushion next to him. “Sit with me while I eat.” I don’t consider it a miracle, but I’m betting you do.
“So how was the show last night?” She asked as she settled beside him, one leg curled under her, not consciously acknowledging their unspoken communication. Her question was for Stephanie and Jesse as well. As the next generation of concert goers, and current music buyers, their opinion was important – plus they had been to enough of the band’s shows to know if something was particularly well received or if it was off.
As the conversation progressed, Jon finished his club sandwich, set aside the container and let his hand settle on Veronica’s knee, thumb stroking absently while he listened to the kids’ observations.
Veronica could feel the heat of his hand through her jeans and a shiver ran down her spine. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his lips twitch and knew he’d felt her reaction to his touch. Placing her hand over his, she squeezed in warning.....and acknowledgment. His fingers moved to grip hers and squeeze back. This time his thumb caressed bare skin and her nerves skittered. She took a slightly shaky breath and made a mental note to find them some private time – soon!
Jon entered his dressing room after the show, exhausted and dripping sweat. Swiping a towel over his face again, he tossed it onto the table on his way to the shower when he heard the door open behind him. He turned, ready to snarl at whoever was intruding on his post show wind down time, and just managed to bite back some truly nasty words – which he would then spend hours, if not days, trying to apologize for – when he saw Veronica shutting the door.
His brows rose at the snick of the lock. “Where’s your shadow?” Romeo had been within reach of her all day, even during the couple interviews they’d had that afternoon. They’d had to remind the reporters that he wasn’t part of the interview. They saw the bandage on his head, and their curiosity was obvious, but one look at Jon had convinced them not to ask.
“Hanging out with Uncle Matt. I think they were going to see what was left in catering. Romeo had a hankering for some cake.” Veronica stalked towards him like a prowling cat.
Jon found himself retreating at the almost feral look in her eyes until his back was – literally – against the wall – or in this case the frame of the doorway leading to the shower . “And what do you have a hankering for?”
The deepening of his voice told her that he already had some idea. “Some alone time with Daddy.”
He watched her come closer. “Daddy’s all sweaty.”
Veronica didn’t stop until she was pressed up against him. When his head dropped back at the rubbing of her body over his, she took advantage and ran the tip of her tongue up his throat over his Adam’s apple. “Mmmm. I know.”
The throaty purr had his body hardening even more than the friction she was creating by grinding her hips against his. “Jesus sugar!”
Skillful, delicate fingers found the bottom of his t-shirt and dipped underneath. Jon sucked in a breath as they traced over his ribs, pushing cotton upwards as they moved. Lips that could tease or please in equal measure skimmed along his jaw to his ear. “Johnny, I want you!”
“Anytime, anyplace, any way you want sweetheart.” The last word ended in a soft groan as her hands ran up his chest on her way to removing his shirt. When the sweaty material slid over his hands on its way to the floor, he smoothed them down her back, savouring the feel of her heat through the thin tank top she wore with jeans that showed of her curves and practically begged a man to peel them off her.
In return, her hands retraced their paths, pausing to tangle in his fur. “Mmmm. You’re even softer than Boots.”
His bark of laughter was choked and harsh with his rising passion. “Thanks....I think.” His body was urging him to stop the play and get down to business, but she obviously had a plan and he wanted to see what she had in mind.
Veronica’s hands slid down further, over his abs to the waistband of his pants. “But you’re not soft all over, are you? Not here.” A flick of her fingers, and they were open, exposing him to her sight....and touch. “And definitely not here.” Urging his pants over his hips, she followed them down to the floor. She’d intended to finish removing them, but left them bunched at his ankles when she got distracted. “Well, there’s my old friend. It’s been awhile hasn’t it?” Her fingers ran up and down his swollen length. “Look how big he is!”
Jon had to clear his throat before he could speak. The touch of her hand threatened to take his voice. The sight of her kneeling at his feet didn’t help either. “He’s missed you.”
“Should I kiss him hello?”
If he could have, he would have grinned, but his face felt like it was carved from stone. The laugh that tried to get out was strangled in his throat. “I’m sure he’d like that.”
The touch of her lips on his empurpled, throbbing head loosened his knees and he had to lean harder against the door frame for support. The sight and feel of her engulfing him dragged a groan from deep in his chest. His fingers slid into the ebony curls on either side of her head and held tight, his hips flexing slightly to augment her rhythm.
Veronica glanced up at his face to gauge the effectiveness of her ministrations and was gratified to see his flushed face, eyes glowing hot, a glazed expression in the sapphire depths. Violet eyes glinting, she decided to ramp it up a notch.
Jon’s head dropped back and he fought to keep it together as she increased the speed of her movements and sucked harder. When she began to hum he was sure he was going to lose it. Wanting more, but unable to summon the ability to stop her – what she was doing felt too good – he could only hold on and pray for strength.
When she sensed he was close to the breaking point, Veronica pulled his hands from her head and stood. Pressing against him, she brushed her lips over his, then brought her mouth to his ear. “I want you inside me Johnny. I want to feel your hard flesh stretching me....pulsing against me. I want to feel your heartbeat inside my body.”
“Jesus!” The breathless response was all he was capable of. A shudder shook his body and his hands reached blindly for the fastening of her jeans. Finding it, he ripped them open and shoved at the stubborn denim until it finally slid from her hips. The small scrap of lace that she called panties very quickly became smaller scraps as impatient hands tore them off. Like a homing pigeon, his aching erection found the notch between her thighs. Groaning loudly, Jon gripped her hips to hold her still and thrust slowly, heating and caressing her soft, soft flesh. The liquid evidence of her body’s approval of his actions aided his movements, easing the friction.
At the same time, Jon’s mouth captured hers, tasting her thoroughly, tongue mimicking the motion of his lower body.
Veronica felt like she was going up in flames. Easing back from the kiss, she pleaded for mercy. “Enough teasing. I need you inside me. Now! Please Johnny!”
When he released her, she stepped back and struggled with fumbling hands to remove her jeans completely. Jon took the opportunity to kick out of his as well. As soon as she was free, Veronica pressed back against him. “Now Johnny, I can’t wait.”
The straight backed chair in the corner of his eye got his attention and a vision flitted, then settled in his mind. She’s pretty flexible...it could work. “Come here.” Catching her hand he staggered to the chair, towing her behind him. He sat and tugged her closer.
Veronica quickly figured out the logistics and straddled him, impaling herself on his raging erection. Both of them groaned at the merging of their bodies. Jon slid his hands from her hips up her sides, dispensing with her tank top in the process. A flick of his fingers released the catch on her bra and he tossed it to join the tank. Unusually soft palms cupped her breasts and squeezed and massaged gently. Veronica bent to press her mouth to his, her kiss by turns ravenous and gentle.
After several minutes of rocking against each other, Jon broke the kiss. “Lean back.” Veronica complied, balancing carefully on his knees and panted. Jon grasped first one leg, then the other and lifted them onto his shoulders. “Can you reach the floor?”
Veronica considered for a moment, then nodded. “I think so. Hang onto my hips.” When he complied she bent back very carefully until her palms touched the floor and she could use them to brace herself. The change in angle sent sharp jolts of sensation from her core to her fingertips and she cried out. “Oh! God yes! Mmmm Johnny that feels sooo good!”
Jon couldn’t speak. His heart was pounding, his breath was sawing in his chest, and there was a sheen of sweat on his body, making his hands slip on her hips. He shifted his grip and thrust as deep as he could, eyes focused on the sight of his shaft sliding in and out of her welcoming body. When he felt his orgasm approach, knowing he couldn’t stop it, and knowing she wasn’t quite there yet, he let go with one hand to rub and pluck her clit. He felt her body vise around his, her scream echoing in his ears, and with a grunt let go and spilled inside her.
“Help....help me....up.” Veronica panted, trembling arms the only thing keeping her from crashing to the floor.
“Oops...sorry...sugar.” Jon was just as breathless, but had enough strength left to ease her legs down and pull her upright.
Veronica leaned against him, her head on his shoulder and waited for her world to settle again. Jon hugged her and buried his nose in her neck. A few minutes later voices could be heard outside the door.
“How come Daddy’s door’s locked?” Romeo asked.
“He’s probably still in the shower.” Matt replied and tried to think of a way to move them along.
“But Ronnie was in there too.”
“Uh...ewww!” Was Jesse’s opinion.
“What? It’s fun to share the tub.” Jake argued.
Jon chuckled and Veronica groaned. “Oh Lord...he’s going to be just like you!” She whispered.
Jon just grinned. “Wanna share a shower?”
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