“I don’t want to hear any more excuses Ronnie! You’re coming with us and that’s final.” Jon continued the argument that had started right after breakfast.
“Excuse me?” Icicles dripped from her voice at his command.
“Don’t get all prickly. I know that sounded like an order, and you don’t like me giving you orders, but I’m just trying to look after you when you won’t look after yourself. Just like you do for me. Now, where’s your swimsuit?” She was constantly forcing ginseng tea on him and when they had back to back shows she nagged him to limit how much he talked, even to the point of asking Richie to answer the bulk of the questions during the interviews. If it had been anyone else he would have yelled at her to stop smothering him and treating him like a child, but he knew she remembered the Slippery/New Jersey tour complete with steroid shots and what had happened to his voice and his health, so he swallowed his annoyance and let her fuss.
“Jon, I can’t! I’m not being obstinate, and I’m not being a stick in the mud. I really have too much work to do.” Veronica tried to make him understand. The phone call that she’d gotten from Vince that morning, wanting a meeting since she was in town, had made it clear to her that there was no time for play, no matter how much she wanted to go.
"Jesus! And everyone says I’m bad! Bring your fucking laptop and phone then. You can work on the beach as well as you can here.”
“But...”
“Where’s your damn swimsuit?” He started rummaging through her suitcase. “You’re white as a fucking sheet, you need some sun.” His hand lifted out a box and set it aside, not noticing Veronica’s expression. The box rolled, the lid fell off, and the contents spilled out. Jon did a double take, reached out and picked it up to examine it. When he glanced at Veronica, she looked like she wanted to crawl into a hole. He crooked a brow.
Veronica groaned. “Lori put that in my suitcase without me knowing. She said that if I didn’t want to give you another chance, I was going to need it.” She stepped towards him, holding out a hand. “Here, give it to me, I’ll throw it away.”
Jon held it out of her reach. “I don’t think so. I think we’ll keep it....for some fun, later.” He read the description. “Hey, it’s got two speeds – slow burn and blastoff! Oh yeah...we’re definitely keeping this. Remind me to thank Lori when I see her again.”
She snorted, but didn’t try to take the vibrator from him. She’d just wait until he was out of the room, then hide it until she could get rid of it. “Pervert.”
“Thank you.” He went back to searching through her suitcase. “What colour am I looking for anyway? Oh, this must be it.” He held up a black one piece suit. “No bikini?” His lower lip came out in a full pout.
Her eyes rolled. “Not with me. When I use the pools at the hotels it’s to swim lengths, not get a tan. But Jon, I’m serious. I don’t have time to go to the beach today.”
Four steps brought him to her side. He slid his arms around her waist and kissed her softly. “You’re coming. I insist. I’ll carry you if I have to. Now, you can go put this on yourself, or I can put it on for you.” He held up her swimsuit. “But if I do it, we’ll be very late leaving, and then you’ll be pissy that your schedule’s been messed up.”
“Arrgh! There’s just no dealing with you today!” She grabbed the suit and headed for the bathroom. It wasn’t that she was too prudish to change in front of him – there was no point to modesty, he’d seen her all many times - but she understood what he meant by making them late and she didn’t want to risk it. She needed to get work done.
Jon watched her go, picked up the vibrator again and shoved it deep into one of his bags where he figured she wouldn’t find it, and put the empty box back in hers. Despite how it seemed sometimes – and what she thought sometimes – he did know her and how her mind worked pretty well. It was whether or no he used that knowledge that could be a bone of contention. In the instance, it suited his purpose to use it.
At the label’s office, Veronica got the guys set up with one of her colleagues to record the radio spots and left them to it while she went down to meet with Vince.
When the guys finished they found her at the front desk discussing the tour itinerary with the receptionist. At the sound of their approach she turned. “All done? Everything go okay?”
“Yeah. Bob said to let him know where you want them sent and when.” Jon studied her face, a frown creasing his forehead at the lines of tension around her eyes and mouth. “Everything okay?”
“Yep. Everything’s fine.”
Jon didn’t buy it. Her smile was her professional one that didn’t quite warm her eyes. And the shadows in those beautiful eyes confirmed his opinion. Something was going on.
“So we’re ready to hit the beach then?” Richie looked hopeful.
“You guys are free for the rest of the day and tomorrow.” Veronica confirmed, then took a deep breath, knowing what Jon’s reaction was going to be to her next statement. “You go ahead, and have fun. I’ll take a cab back to your place when I’m finished here.”
“You’re finished here now, Ronnie.” Jon’s frown deepened. “We talked about this, this morning. I guess we’re going to have to do this the hard way.”
As he stepped towards her, she backed away, her hands lifting to hold him off. “Jon no! Don’t you dare!”
Instead of picking her up, like he’d threatened, he reached for her laptop bag, and slung it over his shoulder. Turning towards the door, he caught Richie’s eye and jerked his thumb in her direction. “Igor! Bring her.”
“Yes Master.” Richie bowed to Jon. Before Veronica could evade him, long arms reached out to grab her.
Very quickly, she found herself hanging over his shoulder, staring at his ass. “Jughead put me down!”
“Master says you come, so you come.”
Tico smiled at the obviously startled receptionist. “If Vince wants to know where she is tell him we kidnapped her. She can be reached by phone if you need her.”
The receptionist nodded absently and fought not to laugh out loud at Richie’s antics. He even limped as he walked towards the door! “Have fun.”Although from what she was seeing she figured that wasn’t going to be a problem. Originally a small town girl, she’d come to L.A. three years ago, and to say she had some culture shock, would be putting it mildly. At this point though, nothing surprised her, not even rock stars acting like Quasimodo and carrying out women over their shoulder!
At the beach Richie chose, Veronica gave up arguing and set down her laptop on the blanket Jon spread out for her. While she was removing the shorts and shirt she’d put on over her swimsuit, she looked curiously at the bag Jon set down nearby before taking off his own shirt.
“Supplies.” He answered the question he saw in her eyes. “Towels and stuff.” His eyes darkened and he was glad for the loose fit of his board shorts as his gaze roamed over her. Any thought that the dark one-piece wouldn’t do her justice faded in seconds. The suit was cut high on her hips and low in the top and the black made her skin glow like the finest pearls. Rummaging through the bag, he handed her the sunblock.
Veronica smoothed the lotion over her arms, legs and face before handing the bottle back to Jon and turning her back to him. Without having to be asked, he brushed her hair aside, poured lotion into his hands and ran them over her exposed skin, taking his time and making sure he didn’t miss even a tiny spot.
When she turned around she found the other three with their backs to her waiting their turn. At her raised brow David shrugged.
“Why should we do each other’s backs when we can have a beautiful woman run her hands over us?”
“I’ll make sure I tell Lexi that.” Jon growled. “I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to hear that you’re looking for beautiful women to run their hands over your body.”
“Better than me asking a man to do it.”
“Relax Kidd, no one’s trying to poach your woman.” Tico assured him.
Jon just grunted and laid down.
Veronica shook her head at all of them and continued applying lotion. “What are you guys? Fifteen?” She looked down at Jon. “And since when are you so possessive?” He’d never been the jealous type before – at least not like this. If another guy bothered her or tried to put the moves on her he’d step in – if she signalled she needed help, but he’d never jumped at a teasing comment before, especially coming from one of the ‘family’.
“Since I found out that you need to keep a close eye on the things you care about or you lose them. I lost you once, I won’t let that happen again.”
Veronica blinked away sudden tears. Her hands, currently on Tico’s shoulders, trembled. He turned his head and winked at her.
The other guys were not so sentimental, or sensitive. “Awwwwwww.”
Jon gave them the finger and ignored them.
A little while later, Veronica was going through her e-mails. “Jon, why is your assistant sending me info on events you’ve agreed to attend for the Soul and the charities you’re involved with?”
“Because you’re in charge of my schedule.”
“But these are for after the tour.”
He shrugged. “So? Tour or not, you’re still in charge of my schedule.”
She wasn’t sure how to respond to that.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Chapter 82
When Jon arrived downstairs, he found Richie in the kitchen. “Hey man.”
“Hey. Do you want eggs or waffles?”
“Homemade waffles or Eggo’s?”
“Homemade. I’ve got syrup or strawberry sauce.”
“I’ll go for the waffles...and strawberries.” Jon poured himself a cup of coffee. “Where’s everyone else?”
“Teek and Lemma haven’t come down yet and Ronnie’s out by the pool.” Richie glanced at his friend. “I’m surprised to see you two. I figured you’d be....sleeping in...this morning.”
Jon grimaced. “So did I.”
“What happened?”
“Romeo called. Kind of spoiled the mood.”
Richie winced and turned back to his cooking, letting the subject die.
After breakfast...or rather brunch, Jon wandered outside and stood watching Veronica where she sat in a lounge chair, laptop open on her thighs, coffee mug on the table beside her. She was staring off into the distance, deep in thought. The tense line of her shoulders made him frown. While he watched she sighed and returned her attention to the computer screen.
He sat on the chair beside her and studied her profile. “Have you eaten?”
“Yes.”
Jon sighed at her one word answer and the tone that didn’t invite conversation. “You’re still mad.”
“I’m not mad.” Veronica didn’t look up.
“Come on Ronnie, I just want...”
“I know what you want Jon,” she interrupted him. “I just can’t give it to you right now.” Her hands lifted from the keyboard and clenched. “To be honest, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to.”
“You don’t know that! You’ve only been around them for a few days. That’s not long enough to know. You haven’t even really tried! You promised you’d try Ronnie ! I get that it’s hard for you, but the more you’re around them the easier it will be. If you’d just spend some time with them I know you’d see that I’m right.”
Veronica set aside her laptop and stood up in a rush. “Dammit Jon! Will you back the fuck off! I don’t need you on my case too!” Swiping up her mug she stormed inside.
Jon watched her go, stunned at her outburst. “Too?” He followed her, catching up with her in the kitchen where she was pouring herself a fresh cup of coffee. He didn’t even notice Richie standing nearby. “Too? Who else is pressuring you? Someone on my staff? Is it Vince? Is he hassling you about Dubai? Do you want me to talk to him?”
“No!” She waved her hand. That was the last thing she needed! “I can deal with Vince. What I can’t deal with is the two of you at the same time.” She sighed. “I know I promised you that I would try, and I will. Just...not right today.”
“But....”
“Jon stop it!” It was an effort to bring her temper under control. She didn’t completely succeed. “Look, I know that you’re used to getting what you want, when you want it, but this me Jon, not one of your staff. Professionally, I will do my best to get you what you need. Personally....I won’t jump just because you say so! I will try....but it’s got be on my schedule, when feel ready. And right now I’ve got too much else going on to be able to cope with getting to know your kids and the feelings that evokes for me! If you can’t accept that, then maybe we better end this right now.”
Once again she stomped away. Finally realizing that Richie was in the room Jon noticed the smirk on the guitarist’s face. “What?”
Richie shook his head. “I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. You’re a masochist. A world full of obliging, easy going women that would fight for the opportunity to give you whatever you want, and you keep going for the ones who aren’t impressed with your fame or fortune and don’t swoon and fall in with your plans at a flash of those baby blues or that smile or a shake of your ass.”
Jon shrugged. “Anything worth having is worth working for.”
“Oh, I agree, I just find it fascinating that you put yourself through that, especially considering the instant compliance that you demand from the other staff members.”
“She’s not a staff member. She’s my girlfriend that happens to be helping us with promotions this tour. I don’t want the woman sharing my life to feel like she has to agree with me all the time. Where’s the challenge in that? I’d prefer that she have her own thoughts and opinions. Disagreements get the blood flowing...keeps things from getting boring.”
Richie snorted. “Well, with you and Ronnie I don’t think there’s any danger of boredom ever being a problem.”
Jon just grinned. “I know. That’s just one of the reasons why I love her.”
Richie watched him follow his love out the door and wondered if Jon even realized what he’d said.....and hoped that he didn’t share his feelings with Ronnie just yet. He didn’t think she was ready to hear that.
Jon retraced his steps to the patio. He could hear Veronica’s voice before he could see her. She was on the phone. From what he could gather from her side of the conversation it had something to do with sales numbers. He didn’t want to disturb her when she was working, but he needed to assure her that he had no intention of ending their relationship – he wasn’t about to let her get away that easily. Walking up beside her, he smoothed a hand over her hair and let it rest on her shoulder while he bent and kissed her neck. “I’m sorry.”
Veronica heard his low murmur and reached up with her free hand to squeeze his in acknowledgement.
A little while later the other men came out to join them. Tico and David arrived first and settled into chairs. After greeting Veronica, they talked quietly with Jon, leaving her to her work.
“Hey boss? Can we go to the beach tomorrow?” Richie asked as he joined them.
Jon shrugged. “I don’t care what you do.”
Richie smirked. “Sorry, I guess I should have been clearer. Hey boss lady, can we go to the beach tomorrow?”
Jon snorted. Veronica’s lips twitched and she gave Richie a considering glance. “Well, I need you guys to record some radio spots for the last week of this leg as well as Dubai and Europe. It should only take a couple hours. We could go in this afternoon and do them or tomorrow sometime or the next day. The rest of the time is yours. It’s up to you when you want to do them.”
After much discussion, it was decided that they would do the spots the next morning, and head for the beach afterwards. Then they would still have another day to relax before the next show.
“Okay, I’ll be back in a bit. Gotta go pick up Ava.” Richie stood up. “Rosa’s in the kitchen or just help yourself.”
That night after dinner, they were all sitting in the living room watching T.V. Ava and Veronica were sitting side by side on the couch, their heads close together, each with an ear bud, as they compared iPods and favourite songs.
“Doesn’t look like she has a problem with pre-teen girls.” Richie murmured as they watched the two girls smiling and laughing together.
“No it’s just young, blonde haired, blue eyed boys that bother her.” Jon replied, the frustration clear in his voice.
“Daddy, Ronnie’s even got your solo stuff on hers!”
“Does she have mine?” Jon asked, sure he knew the answer.
Ava scrolled through the playlist. “Nope. Sorry Uncle Jon.”
Jon turned his gaze on Veronica and crooked a brow.
She shrugged. “I haven’t exactly had a lot of free time to go surfing around iTunes, you know. I focused on the band’s catalogue first.”
“But you managed to find time to download Sambora’s.”
“I’ve always like Richie’s voice, you know that. I wanted to see what he’d created.”
“Another voice you like better than mine? First Tico, now Richie.”
“Are you pouting?” She laughed, then looked closer at him. “Are you jealous?” A chagrined expression crossed his face. “Seriously? Come on Jon, you know I love your voice. My God! How many times did I beg you to sing me for me?”
“That was twenty years ago. Last night you wanted Tico to sing you to sleep.”
Veronica exchanged a glance with Ava, who rolled her eyes. “Tell you what Jon, tonight you can sing me to sleep.”
He sniffed theatrically. “Maybe. If you ask me nicely.”
Veronica caught his eye and winked. She knew what he meant by ‘nicely’. “I think I can do that.”
“Hey. Do you want eggs or waffles?”
“Homemade waffles or Eggo’s?”
“Homemade. I’ve got syrup or strawberry sauce.”
“I’ll go for the waffles...and strawberries.” Jon poured himself a cup of coffee. “Where’s everyone else?”
“Teek and Lemma haven’t come down yet and Ronnie’s out by the pool.” Richie glanced at his friend. “I’m surprised to see you two. I figured you’d be....sleeping in...this morning.”
Jon grimaced. “So did I.”
“What happened?”
“Romeo called. Kind of spoiled the mood.”
Richie winced and turned back to his cooking, letting the subject die.
After breakfast...or rather brunch, Jon wandered outside and stood watching Veronica where she sat in a lounge chair, laptop open on her thighs, coffee mug on the table beside her. She was staring off into the distance, deep in thought. The tense line of her shoulders made him frown. While he watched she sighed and returned her attention to the computer screen.
He sat on the chair beside her and studied her profile. “Have you eaten?”
“Yes.”
Jon sighed at her one word answer and the tone that didn’t invite conversation. “You’re still mad.”
“I’m not mad.” Veronica didn’t look up.
“Come on Ronnie, I just want...”
“I know what you want Jon,” she interrupted him. “I just can’t give it to you right now.” Her hands lifted from the keyboard and clenched. “To be honest, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to.”
“You don’t know that! You’ve only been around them for a few days. That’s not long enough to know. You haven’t even really tried! You promised you’d try Ronnie ! I get that it’s hard for you, but the more you’re around them the easier it will be. If you’d just spend some time with them I know you’d see that I’m right.”
Veronica set aside her laptop and stood up in a rush. “Dammit Jon! Will you back the fuck off! I don’t need you on my case too!” Swiping up her mug she stormed inside.
Jon watched her go, stunned at her outburst. “Too?” He followed her, catching up with her in the kitchen where she was pouring herself a fresh cup of coffee. He didn’t even notice Richie standing nearby. “Too? Who else is pressuring you? Someone on my staff? Is it Vince? Is he hassling you about Dubai? Do you want me to talk to him?”
“No!” She waved her hand. That was the last thing she needed! “I can deal with Vince. What I can’t deal with is the two of you at the same time.” She sighed. “I know I promised you that I would try, and I will. Just...not right today.”
“But....”
“Jon stop it!” It was an effort to bring her temper under control. She didn’t completely succeed. “Look, I know that you’re used to getting what you want, when you want it, but this me Jon, not one of your staff. Professionally, I will do my best to get you what you need. Personally....I won’t jump just because you say so! I will try....but it’s got be on my schedule, when feel ready. And right now I’ve got too much else going on to be able to cope with getting to know your kids and the feelings that evokes for me! If you can’t accept that, then maybe we better end this right now.”
Once again she stomped away. Finally realizing that Richie was in the room Jon noticed the smirk on the guitarist’s face. “What?”
Richie shook his head. “I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. You’re a masochist. A world full of obliging, easy going women that would fight for the opportunity to give you whatever you want, and you keep going for the ones who aren’t impressed with your fame or fortune and don’t swoon and fall in with your plans at a flash of those baby blues or that smile or a shake of your ass.”
Jon shrugged. “Anything worth having is worth working for.”
“Oh, I agree, I just find it fascinating that you put yourself through that, especially considering the instant compliance that you demand from the other staff members.”
“She’s not a staff member. She’s my girlfriend that happens to be helping us with promotions this tour. I don’t want the woman sharing my life to feel like she has to agree with me all the time. Where’s the challenge in that? I’d prefer that she have her own thoughts and opinions. Disagreements get the blood flowing...keeps things from getting boring.”
Richie snorted. “Well, with you and Ronnie I don’t think there’s any danger of boredom ever being a problem.”
Jon just grinned. “I know. That’s just one of the reasons why I love her.”
Richie watched him follow his love out the door and wondered if Jon even realized what he’d said.....and hoped that he didn’t share his feelings with Ronnie just yet. He didn’t think she was ready to hear that.
Jon retraced his steps to the patio. He could hear Veronica’s voice before he could see her. She was on the phone. From what he could gather from her side of the conversation it had something to do with sales numbers. He didn’t want to disturb her when she was working, but he needed to assure her that he had no intention of ending their relationship – he wasn’t about to let her get away that easily. Walking up beside her, he smoothed a hand over her hair and let it rest on her shoulder while he bent and kissed her neck. “I’m sorry.”
Veronica heard his low murmur and reached up with her free hand to squeeze his in acknowledgement.
A little while later the other men came out to join them. Tico and David arrived first and settled into chairs. After greeting Veronica, they talked quietly with Jon, leaving her to her work.
“Hey boss? Can we go to the beach tomorrow?” Richie asked as he joined them.
Jon shrugged. “I don’t care what you do.”
Richie smirked. “Sorry, I guess I should have been clearer. Hey boss lady, can we go to the beach tomorrow?”
Jon snorted. Veronica’s lips twitched and she gave Richie a considering glance. “Well, I need you guys to record some radio spots for the last week of this leg as well as Dubai and Europe. It should only take a couple hours. We could go in this afternoon and do them or tomorrow sometime or the next day. The rest of the time is yours. It’s up to you when you want to do them.”
After much discussion, it was decided that they would do the spots the next morning, and head for the beach afterwards. Then they would still have another day to relax before the next show.
“Okay, I’ll be back in a bit. Gotta go pick up Ava.” Richie stood up. “Rosa’s in the kitchen or just help yourself.”
That night after dinner, they were all sitting in the living room watching T.V. Ava and Veronica were sitting side by side on the couch, their heads close together, each with an ear bud, as they compared iPods and favourite songs.
“Doesn’t look like she has a problem with pre-teen girls.” Richie murmured as they watched the two girls smiling and laughing together.
“No it’s just young, blonde haired, blue eyed boys that bother her.” Jon replied, the frustration clear in his voice.
“Daddy, Ronnie’s even got your solo stuff on hers!”
“Does she have mine?” Jon asked, sure he knew the answer.
Ava scrolled through the playlist. “Nope. Sorry Uncle Jon.”
Jon turned his gaze on Veronica and crooked a brow.
She shrugged. “I haven’t exactly had a lot of free time to go surfing around iTunes, you know. I focused on the band’s catalogue first.”
“But you managed to find time to download Sambora’s.”
“I’ve always like Richie’s voice, you know that. I wanted to see what he’d created.”
“Another voice you like better than mine? First Tico, now Richie.”
“Are you pouting?” She laughed, then looked closer at him. “Are you jealous?” A chagrined expression crossed his face. “Seriously? Come on Jon, you know I love your voice. My God! How many times did I beg you to sing me for me?”
“That was twenty years ago. Last night you wanted Tico to sing you to sleep.”
Veronica exchanged a glance with Ava, who rolled her eyes. “Tell you what Jon, tonight you can sing me to sleep.”
He sniffed theatrically. “Maybe. If you ask me nicely.”
Veronica caught his eye and winked. She knew what he meant by ‘nicely’. “I think I can do that.”
Friday, May 14, 2010
Chapter 81
Veronica turned onto her side to face him, raising her hand to once again stroke his cheek. A shiver ran through her body and goosebumps pebbled her skin as his calloused fingertips skimmed over her bare upper arm and shoulder and across the tops of her breasts where they swelled above the red lace of her nightgown. Her hand drifted down to his chest to copy his movements.
Their heads shifted instinctively, making it easy for their mouths to meet. Gentle brushes, slow licks, light nibbles and soft sucks were exchanged. When his hand fondled a breast, thumb rubbing over her nipple, Veronica sighed and moaned softly. The thought crossed her mind that it felt so good she could stay right where she was, doing exactly what she was doing, forever.
As soon as her mind finished the thought, warning bells went off in her head. The situation had too much......gentleness, too much.......emotion, too much.....connection, it was just....too much. She needed to refocus the feelings back to strictly the physical. With a low growl, Veronica pushed against his chest until he was lying on his back, and straddled him, never breaking the kiss.
Jon’s breath hissed through his teeth as her body undulated against his, her pelvis rubbing against his half hard shaft, making it swell. The slide of silk against his sensitive flesh was a welcome friction.
Veronica lifted her head, met his gaze and grinned. “Are you fully......awake...yet?”
“I’m getting there.” His response was a gravelly rumble.
“Mmmm. Maybe this will help.” She murmured in his ear, then sucked on his lobe briefly before licking and kissing a path down his neck. When she reached his Adam’s apple, she paused to nibble, smirking inwardly as his head tipped back to give her easier access and he groaned. She continued her path to his other ear. Her hips never stopped rocking against him...over him. She dipped her tongue into his ear. “Can you feel how wet I am?”
He assumed that was a rhetorical question. Of course he could feel it! He’d never known her to wear panties to bed, and today was no different, so every movement of her hips slid her moist flesh over his now fully erect hard on. “Can you feel how big you’ve made me?”
“Mmmmmm. Yes.” She swivelled her hips again.
His hands rose to run up and down her silk covered back. “I know how you can feel it even better.”
“Yeah? How?” Her voice was teasing.
Gripping her head, he held her still while his mouth ravaged hers, his tongue stabbing deeply. By the time he released her they were both breathing hard. “Put me inside you Nica.”
Unable to wait any longer herself, Veronica reached down to grasp him firmly. Jon held his breath as she positioned him, then shifted back, sat up and slowly impaled herself. They both moaned at the feel of him stretching her.
A contented sigh escaped her lips. “You know Johnny, I think you’re right. I can feel it better this way.” She flexed her internal muscles to squeeze him.
“Fuck Nica!”
“Exactly!” Her chuckle was cut off as he bucked his hips and reached deeper yet. “Oooh yes Johnny!” She started to move on him slowly, rocking one minute, then raising up slightly the next.
Jon lay still and watched her. My God she’s beautiful in her passion! Violet eyes glowed as she looked down at him, her face was flushed, her pleasure visible with every movement. Her fingers curled into his chest and clenched in his fur. Wanting to drive her even higher, he reached out to play with her nipples, rubbing and squeezing and tugging on them through the lace covering them. Next he grasped the material at her sides and slowly pulled, first one side, then the other, scraping the lace across the sensitive peaks.
She shuddered and quickly stripped off the nightgown. Setting her hands behind her on his thighs she leaned back. “Touch me Johnny! I want to feel your hands on my body!”
Never one to turn down an opportunity to touch her, he obliged, cupping and kneading her breasts, stroking down her sides, over her abdomen, hips and thighs....everything he could reach, over and over and over again.
Moaning, she increased the speed of her movements until she was all but slamming down in him. “Yes....yes....ooooh Johnny, yes!”
He could feel her tightening around him. His hips lifted to meet her, driving deeper, taking her higher.
“Oh God! Yes! Mmmmmm. Johnny!” Suddenly, she grabbed one of his hands and pressed it where she was now desperate to feel him.
If he could have made his facial muscles move he would have smiled, but they were locked. Responding to her unspoken request, he ran his fingertips over the swollen folds surrounding him, the flicked and lightly rubbed the nub at the top of her cleft.
“Mmmmm....yes! Oh God....oh God...oh God...yes yes yes yes yes yes Johnny!” His name came out on a scream.
Feeling and seeing her climax over take her, Jon let go and joined her in oblivion, catching her, and settling her on his chest when she collapsed on him.
For long minutes the only sound in the room was the panting of their breath as they struggled to suck in much needed oxygen. Even after their breathing returned to normal, neither spoke, both loathe to break the mood. Jon caressed her back with long strokes of his hands. Veronica toyed with his chest hair and pressed a kiss to the sweaty skin of his shoulder.
Jon blew out a breath. “Now that’s the way to start the day!”
Veronica chuckled. “Mmmm. Except now I want to go back to sleep.”
“So go ahead. We don’t have to be anywhere today. We can be as lazy as we want. Besides, we’ve earned it.”
“Mmmm. But I still have work to do. I need to go into the L.A. office and pick up some stuff, I need to send some e-mails and touch base with my contacts in Dubai, check the latest sales numbers, analyze promotion success...”
He tipped her head towards his and pressed his lips to hers. “But you don’t have to do any of that right now. You can relax here with me for awhile.”
She sighed and settled back down onto his chest. “I guess. For a little while anyway.”
“Good.” He hugged her briefly, then resumed stroking her back.
She was dozing when his cell phone rang. Muttering a curse, he reached out to grab it from the night stand, glanced at the window and opened it. “Hey little man.”
Veronica tensed. Her relaxed mood vanished as if someone had dumped cold water over her. Forgot about them for a few minutes, didn’t you?
“Yeah? You did? That’s great! I’m really proud of you! That deserves some ice cream when I get home.” He snickered. “I’ll ask her if she’ll make some for you. I’ll see what I can do about that too.”
Veronica lifted off of him and moved to the edge of the bed. When Jon frowned and reached for her, she pointed towards the bathroom, rose and walked away.
Jon watched her go, sighed and refocused on his conversation with Romeo. Dammit! By the time he hung up he could hear the shower running. While he waited for her he tried to think of some way to help her accept and get comfortable with the kids – let’s be honest...Romeo. Other than getting her to spend more time with him, he came up empty. The sound of the door opening had him glancing up. “Romeo called to tell me that he tied his shoes all by himself today. They’re only Velcro, but still.. For his reward, instead of ice cream he asked if you would make cookies for him.”
“Sure.”
“And deliver them yourself on our next break.” He finished, eyeing her carefully.
Veronica hesitated. “We’ll see.” She continued dressing.
“That’s a standard, pat non-answer, Nica.” The frustration was evident in his voice.
“Well, that’s the only answer I’m prepared to give you right now.”
“Come on Nica....”
“Jon, stop! Don’t push! I’ve got a lot on my plate right now!”
He sighed. “I know, I just want you to spend some time with them. Is that really so much to ask?”
She didn’t answer, just reached for her laptop bag.
He sat up. “Where are you going? I thought we were going to relax for awhile.”
“I’ve got work to do. Since I’m awake I might as well get to it.”
As the door closed behind her, Jon flopped back onto the bed and punched a pillow. “Fuck!”
Their heads shifted instinctively, making it easy for their mouths to meet. Gentle brushes, slow licks, light nibbles and soft sucks were exchanged. When his hand fondled a breast, thumb rubbing over her nipple, Veronica sighed and moaned softly. The thought crossed her mind that it felt so good she could stay right where she was, doing exactly what she was doing, forever.
As soon as her mind finished the thought, warning bells went off in her head. The situation had too much......gentleness, too much.......emotion, too much.....connection, it was just....too much. She needed to refocus the feelings back to strictly the physical. With a low growl, Veronica pushed against his chest until he was lying on his back, and straddled him, never breaking the kiss.
Jon’s breath hissed through his teeth as her body undulated against his, her pelvis rubbing against his half hard shaft, making it swell. The slide of silk against his sensitive flesh was a welcome friction.
Veronica lifted her head, met his gaze and grinned. “Are you fully......awake...yet?”
“I’m getting there.” His response was a gravelly rumble.
“Mmmm. Maybe this will help.” She murmured in his ear, then sucked on his lobe briefly before licking and kissing a path down his neck. When she reached his Adam’s apple, she paused to nibble, smirking inwardly as his head tipped back to give her easier access and he groaned. She continued her path to his other ear. Her hips never stopped rocking against him...over him. She dipped her tongue into his ear. “Can you feel how wet I am?”
He assumed that was a rhetorical question. Of course he could feel it! He’d never known her to wear panties to bed, and today was no different, so every movement of her hips slid her moist flesh over his now fully erect hard on. “Can you feel how big you’ve made me?”
“Mmmmmm. Yes.” She swivelled her hips again.
His hands rose to run up and down her silk covered back. “I know how you can feel it even better.”
“Yeah? How?” Her voice was teasing.
Gripping her head, he held her still while his mouth ravaged hers, his tongue stabbing deeply. By the time he released her they were both breathing hard. “Put me inside you Nica.”
Unable to wait any longer herself, Veronica reached down to grasp him firmly. Jon held his breath as she positioned him, then shifted back, sat up and slowly impaled herself. They both moaned at the feel of him stretching her.
A contented sigh escaped her lips. “You know Johnny, I think you’re right. I can feel it better this way.” She flexed her internal muscles to squeeze him.
“Fuck Nica!”
“Exactly!” Her chuckle was cut off as he bucked his hips and reached deeper yet. “Oooh yes Johnny!” She started to move on him slowly, rocking one minute, then raising up slightly the next.
Jon lay still and watched her. My God she’s beautiful in her passion! Violet eyes glowed as she looked down at him, her face was flushed, her pleasure visible with every movement. Her fingers curled into his chest and clenched in his fur. Wanting to drive her even higher, he reached out to play with her nipples, rubbing and squeezing and tugging on them through the lace covering them. Next he grasped the material at her sides and slowly pulled, first one side, then the other, scraping the lace across the sensitive peaks.
She shuddered and quickly stripped off the nightgown. Setting her hands behind her on his thighs she leaned back. “Touch me Johnny! I want to feel your hands on my body!”
Never one to turn down an opportunity to touch her, he obliged, cupping and kneading her breasts, stroking down her sides, over her abdomen, hips and thighs....everything he could reach, over and over and over again.
Moaning, she increased the speed of her movements until she was all but slamming down in him. “Yes....yes....ooooh Johnny, yes!”
He could feel her tightening around him. His hips lifted to meet her, driving deeper, taking her higher.
“Oh God! Yes! Mmmmmm. Johnny!” Suddenly, she grabbed one of his hands and pressed it where she was now desperate to feel him.
If he could have made his facial muscles move he would have smiled, but they were locked. Responding to her unspoken request, he ran his fingertips over the swollen folds surrounding him, the flicked and lightly rubbed the nub at the top of her cleft.
“Mmmmm....yes! Oh God....oh God...oh God...yes yes yes yes yes yes Johnny!” His name came out on a scream.
Feeling and seeing her climax over take her, Jon let go and joined her in oblivion, catching her, and settling her on his chest when she collapsed on him.
For long minutes the only sound in the room was the panting of their breath as they struggled to suck in much needed oxygen. Even after their breathing returned to normal, neither spoke, both loathe to break the mood. Jon caressed her back with long strokes of his hands. Veronica toyed with his chest hair and pressed a kiss to the sweaty skin of his shoulder.
Jon blew out a breath. “Now that’s the way to start the day!”
Veronica chuckled. “Mmmm. Except now I want to go back to sleep.”
“So go ahead. We don’t have to be anywhere today. We can be as lazy as we want. Besides, we’ve earned it.”
“Mmmm. But I still have work to do. I need to go into the L.A. office and pick up some stuff, I need to send some e-mails and touch base with my contacts in Dubai, check the latest sales numbers, analyze promotion success...”
He tipped her head towards his and pressed his lips to hers. “But you don’t have to do any of that right now. You can relax here with me for awhile.”
She sighed and settled back down onto his chest. “I guess. For a little while anyway.”
“Good.” He hugged her briefly, then resumed stroking her back.
She was dozing when his cell phone rang. Muttering a curse, he reached out to grab it from the night stand, glanced at the window and opened it. “Hey little man.”
Veronica tensed. Her relaxed mood vanished as if someone had dumped cold water over her. Forgot about them for a few minutes, didn’t you?
“Yeah? You did? That’s great! I’m really proud of you! That deserves some ice cream when I get home.” He snickered. “I’ll ask her if she’ll make some for you. I’ll see what I can do about that too.”
Veronica lifted off of him and moved to the edge of the bed. When Jon frowned and reached for her, she pointed towards the bathroom, rose and walked away.
Jon watched her go, sighed and refocused on his conversation with Romeo. Dammit! By the time he hung up he could hear the shower running. While he waited for her he tried to think of some way to help her accept and get comfortable with the kids – let’s be honest...Romeo. Other than getting her to spend more time with him, he came up empty. The sound of the door opening had him glancing up. “Romeo called to tell me that he tied his shoes all by himself today. They’re only Velcro, but still.. For his reward, instead of ice cream he asked if you would make cookies for him.”
“Sure.”
“And deliver them yourself on our next break.” He finished, eyeing her carefully.
Veronica hesitated. “We’ll see.” She continued dressing.
“That’s a standard, pat non-answer, Nica.” The frustration was evident in his voice.
“Well, that’s the only answer I’m prepared to give you right now.”
“Come on Nica....”
“Jon, stop! Don’t push! I’ve got a lot on my plate right now!”
He sighed. “I know, I just want you to spend some time with them. Is that really so much to ask?”
She didn’t answer, just reached for her laptop bag.
He sat up. “Where are you going? I thought we were going to relax for awhile.”
“I’ve got work to do. Since I’m awake I might as well get to it.”
As the door closed behind her, Jon flopped back onto the bed and punched a pillow. “Fuck!”
Friday, May 7, 2010
Chapter 80
Veronica finally managed to lift one arm to hug Jon and play with his hair. “Not that I’m in any hurry to move, but....the guys will all be waiting for us.”
“Mmmhmmm.”
She chuckled. “Come on. Go have a shower. The sooner we get going the sooner we’ll get to Richie’s and a comfortable bed.”
Jon groaned, squeezed her and sighed. “Okay, okay.” Sitting up, he kissed her, lifted her from his lap back onto the table. “If I have to. Although...that bed sounds....enticing.” He stood, removed the remnants of his clothes and stepped towards the bathroom. Halting in the doorway he raised a brow at her. “Want to join me?”
Veronica closed her eyes. “I think I’ve had about all I can take for tonight.”
Chuckles followed him into the bathroom. He returned a few minutes later with a damp washcloth for her.
“Thanks. If this is going to keep happening, I’m going to have to start carrying a change of clothes.” She sighed and started to clean herself up.
“Put some things in my stage wardrobe, then you’ll have it.”
She took that comment to mean that she could expect these post show encounters to be recurring events. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. “Mmmmm.”
It didn’t take Veronica very long to realize that the washcloth wasn’t going to cut it. She couldn’t spend the next hour or so cooped up in a van with Richie and David, smelling like sex. Very quickly, she started shedding clothes. She’d have enough time for a quick shower if she didn’t get her hair wet.
Jon pouted as she passed him on his way out of the bathroom. “Oh sure now you want to shower!”
Veronica just grabbed his shower gel and wrinkled her nose at him.
She was out in minutes and by the time he was dressed and had dried his hair she was also dressed and ready to go.
The guys were already in the van waiting for them.
“Ronnie, I put your stuff in the van for you.” Matt called out from another van.
“Thanks Matty. Have a good break. See you in a few days.” Veronica waved at him. Matt waved back.
Climbing in, she sat in the middle bench that had been left empty for them and slid over to the window. When Jon took the seat beside her, and the van started moving, she kicked off her shoes, and lifted her legs onto his lap. She shifted and settled more comfortably against the side of the van and leaned her head against the seat as Jon started caressing her legs. “Cantarme por favor (sing for me please)Papa.”
Tico snorted. “Your boyfriend’s the singer, get him to sing for you.”
“But I want you to. I love your voice.” She ignored his designation for Jon.
“And you don’t like mine?” Jon’s hand stilled and he pouted.
Veronica shrugged. “I hear yours all the time. Tico’s is like a special, unexpected treat.”
“Awww, thanks nina.”
With Tico’s gravelly voice crooning a Cuban lullaby and Jon’s warm hand stroking her legs, Veronica drifted off to sleep. A little over an hour later the van drove through the gates to Richie’s house.
“Wake up sugar, we’re here.” Jon brushed her hair from her face and murmured in her ear.
“Mmmmm?” She frowned and grumbled at being awakened.
“Come on honey, just a few minutes and we’ll find you a nice comfortable bed.” He leaned closer and brushed his lips over her cheek. “Do you want me to carry you in?”
Veronica was stunned at her initial response – which was to say yes just so that she could feel his arms holding her tight. But she wasn’t a child and she wasn’t injured. Even as tired as she was, she was fully capable of walking.
Sighing, she sat up, shook her head and stretched. “No, I’m awake, I can walk.” She climbed out and leaned against the side of the van to wait while the luggage was unloaded.
Jon handed Veronica her laptop bag, picked up her suitcase along with his own and motioned for her to follow Richie into the house.
She glanced around the entry way, but couldn’t have described it if anyone had asked. The tour would have to wait until after she’d gotten at least five hours of sleep so that she could appreciate what she was seeing. At the moment she was too tired to focus on anything other than putting one foot in front of the other and not tripping on the staircase. When Richie gestured to a door, she mumbled a good night, entered the room, set down her laptop and started turning down the bed. She barely noticed when Jon came in with her suitcase.
Jon wasn’t sure she was even aware he was there as she rummaged through her bag for her toiletries and a nightgown and walked by him towards the ensuite bathroom. When she emerged he realized that he must be as tired as she was – or she’d really worn him out - the sight of her in the red lace nightgown caused only a mild stir of interest in his body. He smirked as he watched her lay her clothes in her suitcase. Even exhausted and half asleep she was neat.
Veronica slid between the cool sheets and burrowed into a pillow with a sigh. Jon gave himself a mental shake, stripped off his clothes, shut off the light and joined her, curling his body around hers. “Please be here when I wake up.” He kissed her neck.
“Mmmmm.” Slender fingers laced with his at her waist, pulling him closer. At the same time she shifted backwards to nestle against his warmth.
He didn’t know whether that was a yes, no or maybe, but he figured he was going to just have to hope for the best and wait and see – she was already asleep. With a sigh, he hugged her even closer and followed suit.
Veronica awoke slowly, blinked and looked around the room. It took a minute to remember where she was. Rustling of the sheet was the only warning she got before a hand slid over her stomach as Jon turned towards her in his sleep. That was another change for her. Normally it took several weeks of sleeping with someone before she didn’t wake every time the other person moved. But with Jon, from their first night together in Vancouver she’d slept soundly the whole night through. She didn’t notice when he moved or when his body brushed hers, or even his soft snores when he laid on his back. At first she chalked it up to the emotional exhaustion surrounding her revelations of the events surrounding the baby’s death, then, later, the tiredness brought on by the long hours she’d been working. Was that it? Or was her body and her subconscious so comfortable with him that his nearness was just accepted as a natural part of her life, awake or asleep?
Turning her head to look at him, she lifted a hand to brush a lock of hair off of his forehead, letting her fingers trail along the side of his face as she retreated, feeling the scratch of his early morning stubble. The hand on her stomach moved to her side and squeezed.
Veronica raised her gaze to meet his. For long minutes they just looked at each other. The atmosphere was quiet and intimate, one that she didn’t want to admit to and he didn’t want to disturb.
Jon felt his heart swell when he felt her gentle touch, opened his eyes and found her still beside him. He was afraid to move, almost afraid to breathe and risk chasing her away. Finally, he couldn’t resist any longer. His hand stroked up and down her side and he kissed her shoulder. “Hi.”
“Hi.” Her voice was as soft as his had been.
“Mmmhmmm.”
She chuckled. “Come on. Go have a shower. The sooner we get going the sooner we’ll get to Richie’s and a comfortable bed.”
Jon groaned, squeezed her and sighed. “Okay, okay.” Sitting up, he kissed her, lifted her from his lap back onto the table. “If I have to. Although...that bed sounds....enticing.” He stood, removed the remnants of his clothes and stepped towards the bathroom. Halting in the doorway he raised a brow at her. “Want to join me?”
Veronica closed her eyes. “I think I’ve had about all I can take for tonight.”
Chuckles followed him into the bathroom. He returned a few minutes later with a damp washcloth for her.
“Thanks. If this is going to keep happening, I’m going to have to start carrying a change of clothes.” She sighed and started to clean herself up.
“Put some things in my stage wardrobe, then you’ll have it.”
She took that comment to mean that she could expect these post show encounters to be recurring events. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. “Mmmmm.”
It didn’t take Veronica very long to realize that the washcloth wasn’t going to cut it. She couldn’t spend the next hour or so cooped up in a van with Richie and David, smelling like sex. Very quickly, she started shedding clothes. She’d have enough time for a quick shower if she didn’t get her hair wet.
Jon pouted as she passed him on his way out of the bathroom. “Oh sure now you want to shower!”
Veronica just grabbed his shower gel and wrinkled her nose at him.
She was out in minutes and by the time he was dressed and had dried his hair she was also dressed and ready to go.
The guys were already in the van waiting for them.
“Ronnie, I put your stuff in the van for you.” Matt called out from another van.
“Thanks Matty. Have a good break. See you in a few days.” Veronica waved at him. Matt waved back.
Climbing in, she sat in the middle bench that had been left empty for them and slid over to the window. When Jon took the seat beside her, and the van started moving, she kicked off her shoes, and lifted her legs onto his lap. She shifted and settled more comfortably against the side of the van and leaned her head against the seat as Jon started caressing her legs. “Cantarme por favor (sing for me please)Papa.”
Tico snorted. “Your boyfriend’s the singer, get him to sing for you.”
“But I want you to. I love your voice.” She ignored his designation for Jon.
“And you don’t like mine?” Jon’s hand stilled and he pouted.
Veronica shrugged. “I hear yours all the time. Tico’s is like a special, unexpected treat.”
“Awww, thanks nina.”
With Tico’s gravelly voice crooning a Cuban lullaby and Jon’s warm hand stroking her legs, Veronica drifted off to sleep. A little over an hour later the van drove through the gates to Richie’s house.
“Wake up sugar, we’re here.” Jon brushed her hair from her face and murmured in her ear.
“Mmmmm?” She frowned and grumbled at being awakened.
“Come on honey, just a few minutes and we’ll find you a nice comfortable bed.” He leaned closer and brushed his lips over her cheek. “Do you want me to carry you in?”
Veronica was stunned at her initial response – which was to say yes just so that she could feel his arms holding her tight. But she wasn’t a child and she wasn’t injured. Even as tired as she was, she was fully capable of walking.
Sighing, she sat up, shook her head and stretched. “No, I’m awake, I can walk.” She climbed out and leaned against the side of the van to wait while the luggage was unloaded.
Jon handed Veronica her laptop bag, picked up her suitcase along with his own and motioned for her to follow Richie into the house.
She glanced around the entry way, but couldn’t have described it if anyone had asked. The tour would have to wait until after she’d gotten at least five hours of sleep so that she could appreciate what she was seeing. At the moment she was too tired to focus on anything other than putting one foot in front of the other and not tripping on the staircase. When Richie gestured to a door, she mumbled a good night, entered the room, set down her laptop and started turning down the bed. She barely noticed when Jon came in with her suitcase.
Jon wasn’t sure she was even aware he was there as she rummaged through her bag for her toiletries and a nightgown and walked by him towards the ensuite bathroom. When she emerged he realized that he must be as tired as she was – or she’d really worn him out - the sight of her in the red lace nightgown caused only a mild stir of interest in his body. He smirked as he watched her lay her clothes in her suitcase. Even exhausted and half asleep she was neat.
Veronica slid between the cool sheets and burrowed into a pillow with a sigh. Jon gave himself a mental shake, stripped off his clothes, shut off the light and joined her, curling his body around hers. “Please be here when I wake up.” He kissed her neck.
“Mmmmm.” Slender fingers laced with his at her waist, pulling him closer. At the same time she shifted backwards to nestle against his warmth.
He didn’t know whether that was a yes, no or maybe, but he figured he was going to just have to hope for the best and wait and see – she was already asleep. With a sigh, he hugged her even closer and followed suit.
Veronica awoke slowly, blinked and looked around the room. It took a minute to remember where she was. Rustling of the sheet was the only warning she got before a hand slid over her stomach as Jon turned towards her in his sleep. That was another change for her. Normally it took several weeks of sleeping with someone before she didn’t wake every time the other person moved. But with Jon, from their first night together in Vancouver she’d slept soundly the whole night through. She didn’t notice when he moved or when his body brushed hers, or even his soft snores when he laid on his back. At first she chalked it up to the emotional exhaustion surrounding her revelations of the events surrounding the baby’s death, then, later, the tiredness brought on by the long hours she’d been working. Was that it? Or was her body and her subconscious so comfortable with him that his nearness was just accepted as a natural part of her life, awake or asleep?
Turning her head to look at him, she lifted a hand to brush a lock of hair off of his forehead, letting her fingers trail along the side of his face as she retreated, feeling the scratch of his early morning stubble. The hand on her stomach moved to her side and squeezed.
Veronica raised her gaze to meet his. For long minutes they just looked at each other. The atmosphere was quiet and intimate, one that she didn’t want to admit to and he didn’t want to disturb.
Jon felt his heart swell when he felt her gentle touch, opened his eyes and found her still beside him. He was afraid to move, almost afraid to breathe and risk chasing her away. Finally, he couldn’t resist any longer. His hand stroked up and down her side and he kissed her shoulder. “Hi.”
“Hi.” Her voice was as soft as his had been.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Chapter 79
“I asked you to fix him before the show, little girl, not put him out of commission for it!” Richie scolded from the doorway.
Veronica looked up from her desk. “What are you babbling about now Jughead?”
“I’m talking about our frontman that I found almost comatose an hour ago....and I don’t babble.”
She smirked. “Is he in a better mood?”
“Yeah,” Richie grudgingly admitted, “but I had to wake him up to eat!”
“Well, you wanted me to fix his mood....and I did. He’ll be fine. He’s had a nap and the crowd will re-energize him. But if you want, I can go get him all worked up again.” She stood at the sound of voices in the hallway. It was almost show time.
Paul glanced at his watch. “Let’s go.” He eyed Veronica warily. “You sure Jon’s alright?”
She snorted. “He’s fine.”
They were still chatting when they reached the hallway. Veronica felt an arm snake around her waist and yank her up against a hard chest. She looked up into blue eyes....sparkling and heated blue eyes.
Jon brought his free hand up to tap her nose with his forefinger. “You are lethal!” The finger dropped to trace her lips lightly, almost reverently. “Very, very lethal.”
One raven brow arched and she nibbled on the teasing fingertip. “Complaining?”
His eyes darkened as, unbelievably, desire slammed through his body again at the scrape of her teeth on his sensitive skin. “Not fucking likely sugar. Just planning what comes next.”
“Come on Kidd! No time to shag your girlfriend now. You’re going to have to keep it in your pants until after the show.” David called. “Ronnie leave him alone, we just got him awake!”
“Fuck off Joker!” They replied in unison.
“See you after.” Jon pressed a hard kiss to that talented mouth, squeezed her, then turned to bound up the stairs to the stage.
Shaking her head, Veronica chuckled and headed around the side of the stage to her usual spot.
The crowd definitely got their money’s worth. Jon was on fire, bouncing around the stage, joking with the guys....and shooting burning glances her way. Much to her disgust, she felt herself responding – both to his antics on stage and the silent, more personal message he sent her. It was just like in the old days. The thought made her frown.
Jon danced around the stage and hoped the loose shirt he was wearing was long enough to hide him. Just thinking about what Veronica had done to him in his dressing room had his blood pumping and his body hardening again. While he played and flirted with the girls in the audience, he contemplated how he was going to repay her.
Veronica was once again joking with a crew member when the band came off the stage. With one arm Jon scooped her up by the waist as he walked by, herding her along the hallway with him to his dressing room.
“Aw man, not again! Make it a quickie will you? I want to get home tonight!” Richie called out to their retreating backs. There was no after party that night. They were driving to Richie’s house to hang out and relax for the three day break.
“Quit whining Jughead. You’re just jealous!” Veronica threw back.
“That’s beside the point darlin’. I want to sleep in my own bed tonight!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
As the door closed behind them, Veronica turned into Jon’s arms. Hers slid around his neck, while his pulled her closer. Their mouths met in a hungry, almost ravenous kiss. When he started to move her backwards, she expected a wall to meet her back, so was surprised when she felt her hips hit the edge of the dressing table. Calloused fingers snuck under the hem of her skirt in search of lace. Quest successful, he slid her panties over her hips and down her thighs.
She broke the kiss when his hands gripped her hips and lifted her to sit on the table. “What...?”
Pulling up a chair, Jon sat, untangled the lace from her feet, tossed it aside and pressed her knees wide. He pushed the skirt up, tucking the hem in the waistband to keep it out of the way and bare her. Glancing up, he saw her watching him. Her brow rose in question.
The chair scraped the floor as he shifted it closer, slid his arms under her thighs and grinned at her. “You got dessert earlier, it’s my turn now.”
Veronica hesitated, not wanting to give up control, but she knew how good it would feel, so she gave in, leaned back on her hands and let him have his way.
Jon grinned and settled deeper into his chair. His hands coasted over the tops of her thighs and hips until his fingertips could reach her softest flesh. Spreading her already swollen folds, he leaned closer and slowly swept his tongue the length of her cleft.
“Mmmmm..yes...mmmmm..Johnny.” She sighed.
“Let’s see if I remember what else you like.”
He licked, flicked, nibbled....teased her in every way he could think of, savouring her tart flavour and the gasps and moans he drew from her.
“Oh God! Yes....Johnny!”
He felt her thighs tense and knew she was on the brink. Thrusting his tongue deep, he let her fly.
When her spasms faded, he lifted his head and grinned. “Guess that’s still a favourite. Let’s try this.”
Veronica could only gasp for breath and groan as his fingers took over. They stroked and rubbed, focusing on the bundle of nerves at the top of her cleft. When her groans became whimpers, he circled her pulsing opening, then slid two fingers deep. Curling them slightly, he searched for the spot in the front wall of her sheath that always drove her wild.
“YES! Yes, Johnny.....mmmmm....right there!” Her back arched and her hips lifted towards him.
Jon grinned and watched her face and the pleasure revealed there. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed, lips parted as she panted. He brought his thumb into play, rubbing and pressing on her swollen clit while his fingers continued their torment.
“Oh! Oooh.....God! JOHNNY!” Veronica’s arms trembled with the effort to hold her at least partially upright as tremors shook her body.
“Hmmmm....guess that still does it for you too. Let’s try one more.”
She had no time to brace herself before his next assault began. Once again his fingers teased her, inside and out, but this time as her passions rose, he bent and added his lips and tongue to the mix. Sensing she was close again, he closed his teeth gently around her clit, flicked it a few times with his tongue, then sucked. Hard.
Her scream echoed around the room, her arms finally gave out and she slumped back against the mirrored wall.
“Guess that one still works too.” His voice was deep and gravely with the need and desire pumping through his body. He quickly stripped off his t-shirt, tossing it behind him and reached for the closure of his pants. Grasping her by the hips, Jon lifted her onto his lap and impaled her on his rock hard erection.
“Je...sus..... Jon!” She didn’t know if was her abstinence up until a couple days ago, or whether he really had improved that much, but damn! Then he moved and reminded her that as good as the preview was, this was what she craved. The deeper joining, the sharing of pleasure was even more satisfying.
“Just once more.” He growled and, knowing that she had no strength in her limbs, slowly raised and lowered her.
With a deep moan Veronica managed to pull herself upright and wrap her arms around his neck. Her mouth took possession of his, tasting him, tasting herself. “Mmmmm”
After watching her climax three times, and feeling her pulsing walls holding him tight, Jon knew he wouldn’t last long. He eased her back until she was leaning her elbows on the table, pushed her to and bra up to bare her breasts, and laved one hard tip with his tongue.
“Oh! Mmmmm.....more, Johnny. Harder!”
Very ready to oblige her, Jon held her hips down tight against him, closed his mouth around her nipple and suckled at the same time as he flexed his hips and thrust up into her. Hard. Once.....twice.....three times.
Her cries were music to his ears, and the soundtrack to his own explosion. He wrapped his arms around her torso, rested his head on her chest and waited to come back to earth.
Veronica looked up from her desk. “What are you babbling about now Jughead?”
“I’m talking about our frontman that I found almost comatose an hour ago....and I don’t babble.”
She smirked. “Is he in a better mood?”
“Yeah,” Richie grudgingly admitted, “but I had to wake him up to eat!”
“Well, you wanted me to fix his mood....and I did. He’ll be fine. He’s had a nap and the crowd will re-energize him. But if you want, I can go get him all worked up again.” She stood at the sound of voices in the hallway. It was almost show time.
Paul glanced at his watch. “Let’s go.” He eyed Veronica warily. “You sure Jon’s alright?”
She snorted. “He’s fine.”
They were still chatting when they reached the hallway. Veronica felt an arm snake around her waist and yank her up against a hard chest. She looked up into blue eyes....sparkling and heated blue eyes.
Jon brought his free hand up to tap her nose with his forefinger. “You are lethal!” The finger dropped to trace her lips lightly, almost reverently. “Very, very lethal.”
One raven brow arched and she nibbled on the teasing fingertip. “Complaining?”
His eyes darkened as, unbelievably, desire slammed through his body again at the scrape of her teeth on his sensitive skin. “Not fucking likely sugar. Just planning what comes next.”
“Come on Kidd! No time to shag your girlfriend now. You’re going to have to keep it in your pants until after the show.” David called. “Ronnie leave him alone, we just got him awake!”
“Fuck off Joker!” They replied in unison.
“See you after.” Jon pressed a hard kiss to that talented mouth, squeezed her, then turned to bound up the stairs to the stage.
Shaking her head, Veronica chuckled and headed around the side of the stage to her usual spot.
The crowd definitely got their money’s worth. Jon was on fire, bouncing around the stage, joking with the guys....and shooting burning glances her way. Much to her disgust, she felt herself responding – both to his antics on stage and the silent, more personal message he sent her. It was just like in the old days. The thought made her frown.
Jon danced around the stage and hoped the loose shirt he was wearing was long enough to hide him. Just thinking about what Veronica had done to him in his dressing room had his blood pumping and his body hardening again. While he played and flirted with the girls in the audience, he contemplated how he was going to repay her.
Veronica was once again joking with a crew member when the band came off the stage. With one arm Jon scooped her up by the waist as he walked by, herding her along the hallway with him to his dressing room.
“Aw man, not again! Make it a quickie will you? I want to get home tonight!” Richie called out to their retreating backs. There was no after party that night. They were driving to Richie’s house to hang out and relax for the three day break.
“Quit whining Jughead. You’re just jealous!” Veronica threw back.
“That’s beside the point darlin’. I want to sleep in my own bed tonight!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
As the door closed behind them, Veronica turned into Jon’s arms. Hers slid around his neck, while his pulled her closer. Their mouths met in a hungry, almost ravenous kiss. When he started to move her backwards, she expected a wall to meet her back, so was surprised when she felt her hips hit the edge of the dressing table. Calloused fingers snuck under the hem of her skirt in search of lace. Quest successful, he slid her panties over her hips and down her thighs.
She broke the kiss when his hands gripped her hips and lifted her to sit on the table. “What...?”
Pulling up a chair, Jon sat, untangled the lace from her feet, tossed it aside and pressed her knees wide. He pushed the skirt up, tucking the hem in the waistband to keep it out of the way and bare her. Glancing up, he saw her watching him. Her brow rose in question.
The chair scraped the floor as he shifted it closer, slid his arms under her thighs and grinned at her. “You got dessert earlier, it’s my turn now.”
Veronica hesitated, not wanting to give up control, but she knew how good it would feel, so she gave in, leaned back on her hands and let him have his way.
Jon grinned and settled deeper into his chair. His hands coasted over the tops of her thighs and hips until his fingertips could reach her softest flesh. Spreading her already swollen folds, he leaned closer and slowly swept his tongue the length of her cleft.
“Mmmmm..yes...mmmmm..Johnny.” She sighed.
“Let’s see if I remember what else you like.”
He licked, flicked, nibbled....teased her in every way he could think of, savouring her tart flavour and the gasps and moans he drew from her.
“Oh God! Yes....Johnny!”
He felt her thighs tense and knew she was on the brink. Thrusting his tongue deep, he let her fly.
When her spasms faded, he lifted his head and grinned. “Guess that’s still a favourite. Let’s try this.”
Veronica could only gasp for breath and groan as his fingers took over. They stroked and rubbed, focusing on the bundle of nerves at the top of her cleft. When her groans became whimpers, he circled her pulsing opening, then slid two fingers deep. Curling them slightly, he searched for the spot in the front wall of her sheath that always drove her wild.
“YES! Yes, Johnny.....mmmmm....right there!” Her back arched and her hips lifted towards him.
Jon grinned and watched her face and the pleasure revealed there. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed, lips parted as she panted. He brought his thumb into play, rubbing and pressing on her swollen clit while his fingers continued their torment.
“Oh! Oooh.....God! JOHNNY!” Veronica’s arms trembled with the effort to hold her at least partially upright as tremors shook her body.
“Hmmmm....guess that still does it for you too. Let’s try one more.”
She had no time to brace herself before his next assault began. Once again his fingers teased her, inside and out, but this time as her passions rose, he bent and added his lips and tongue to the mix. Sensing she was close again, he closed his teeth gently around her clit, flicked it a few times with his tongue, then sucked. Hard.
Her scream echoed around the room, her arms finally gave out and she slumped back against the mirrored wall.
“Guess that one still works too.” His voice was deep and gravely with the need and desire pumping through his body. He quickly stripped off his t-shirt, tossing it behind him and reached for the closure of his pants. Grasping her by the hips, Jon lifted her onto his lap and impaled her on his rock hard erection.
“Je...sus..... Jon!” She didn’t know if was her abstinence up until a couple days ago, or whether he really had improved that much, but damn! Then he moved and reminded her that as good as the preview was, this was what she craved. The deeper joining, the sharing of pleasure was even more satisfying.
“Just once more.” He growled and, knowing that she had no strength in her limbs, slowly raised and lowered her.
With a deep moan Veronica managed to pull herself upright and wrap her arms around his neck. Her mouth took possession of his, tasting him, tasting herself. “Mmmmm”
After watching her climax three times, and feeling her pulsing walls holding him tight, Jon knew he wouldn’t last long. He eased her back until she was leaning her elbows on the table, pushed her to and bra up to bare her breasts, and laved one hard tip with his tongue.
“Oh! Mmmmm.....more, Johnny. Harder!”
Very ready to oblige her, Jon held her hips down tight against him, closed his mouth around her nipple and suckled at the same time as he flexed his hips and thrust up into her. Hard. Once.....twice.....three times.
Her cries were music to his ears, and the soundtrack to his own explosion. He wrapped his arms around her torso, rested his head on her chest and waited to come back to earth.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Chapter 78
When Jon awoke the next morning he knew before he even opened his eyes that he was alone in the bed. His temper ignited instantly and calmed only slightly when heard the click of computer keys and the murmur of Veronica’s voice coming through the open doorway. Throwing back the covers, he rose and stomped through to the other room, the sight of her already dressed and working souring his mood even more.
Veronica glanced up and saw him scowling. “Okay. That sounds good. Thanks. I’ll get back to you to confirm the time. In the meantime, if there’s anything else you need or if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to give me a call. Right. Thanks again Abdul. Bye.” Hanging up, she smiled at him. “Good morning. I’m sorry, did I wake you? I was trying to be quiet.” Jon just grunted. She studied his face. “Are you ready to eat or do you want to shower first?” Another grunt. Standing, she walked over him and kissed him. “Don’t be a grumpy ass. You got laid last night...twice! You should be smiling.”
He had to laugh at that and kissed her again. “Morning. You can order the food. That way it’ll be here when I get out of the shower.”
Veronica watched him turn and head for the bathroom, her smile fading. She had a pretty good idea why he was in a mood, but what it would take to prevent it wasn’t in her plan. She was having a hard enough time accepting how much control he had over her body. A touch, a kiss and she was putty in his hands. She couldn’t allow that to continue or before she knew it, she’d lose her heart to him again. And that wasn’t something she was ready for.
Brunch was quieter than usual. Veronica tried to get a conversation started, but when Jon responded with grunts and the odd word when prompted, she gave up and left him alone to brood, finishing the meal in silence.
Jon knew he was being an ass, but he couldn’t help it. He’d really wanted to wake up with her in his arms this morning. When that didn’t happen he had been afraid that she was pulling back from him again. He still wasn’t a hundred percent sure she wasn’t, but he was trying to give her the benefit of the doubt. His instinctive urge was to push her for something more.....permanent, but he knew that would only make her run the other way, so he kept quiet. The short, flirty black skirt and off the shoulder top the exact colour of her eyes that she was wearing today didn’t help his mood either. He wanted to take her away somewhere where it would only be the two of them for a few days. They were heading for Richie’s house after the show tonight to relax for a couple days. Hopefully he could convince her to spend some quality hours with him.
The men in the lobby giving her the appreciative once over didn’t help his mood either.
Neither did the way she parted from him at the venue with only a reminder of what time the interviews started and what time sound check was. No kiss, no hug, not even a squeeze of his hand!
“What did you do to him now?”
Veronica looked up to see Richie looming over her desk. “ Hey Jughead. You guys done with the interviews? How did they go? And what did I do to who?”
“Interviews were fine.” He waved the subject away. “What did you do to our fearless leader who is crankier than a bear with a belly full of cubs? I thought you guys were back together.”
“Despite what you and many others seem to think, I’m not responsible for all of his moods.” She ignored his fishing for the status of their relationship.
“No, just ninety percent of them.”
“Well, this must be part of the other ten percent, because I haven’t done anything. In fact, he should be in a good mood....a very good mood...if you get my meaning.”
“Well he’s got a burr up his ass about something.”
“Maybe you should ask him.”
“Maybe I will.” Richie frowned and turned towards the door.
“Warn me first Rich, so that I can have paramedics on standby.” Paul commented dryly.
“Fuck!” Jon cursed and kicked a cable out of his way.
“What’s with you today, bro? You’re snapping at everybody.” Richie decided to bite the bullet. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were having woman troubles.”
Jon just grunted and glared at him.
Richie frowned. “But I thought things were better there. You did spend the night together didn’t you? Not to mention her....visit...to your dressing room last night.”
Jon sighed and glanced around to make sure no one else was close enough to hear. “She gets up early.”
“So....you’re short on sleep?” Richie frowned in confusion. Then it hit him. “Oh...you mean she got up early and wasn’t there when you ‘got up’.” He grinned. “Yeah...I can see how that would put you in a foul mood.”
“Fuck off asshole!” Jon growled and stomped off the stage.
Chuckling, Richie followed and saw him shove a table in the hallway up against the wall. He was still snickering when he stuck his head into the control room and saw everyone looking towards the hallway. “Do you want to fix that please Ronnie?”
“Me? How am I supposed to ‘fix it’?”
“You know. You were always really good at....pulling the thorn from the lion’s paw.” He winked at her.
Veronica felt her face heat at the look in his eyes and his reference to the past and what she used to do to settle Jon down a bit before a show when he got too wound up. “Go away Jughead.” His laughter echoed back as he continued on down the hallway. Glancing around the room she found Paul and a few others looking at her expectantly. She bit back a growl, tossed down her pen and left the room.
Slowing her steps, she considered what she should do, Richie’s suggestion foremost in her thoughts. The more she thought about it the more she thought it might work – on a couple of fronts. It would put Jon in a better mood, and would show her whether she had as much – or any – control over his body and passions as he did over hers.
By the time she reached his door, she’d made up her mind. Not bothering to knock – and warn him – she opened the door and walked in, closing the door behind her and quietly turning the lock.
Jon eyed her from his position lounging in a chair, legs extended out in front of him, shirt on but unbuttoned and hanging open. He didn’t move and didn’t say anything.
Veronica surveyed his wardrobe, picked out a couple of shirts and set them aside, before moving to the table. Reaching into the cooler underneath she pulled out a bottle of water, opened it, took a swig and set it on the table.
Taking a deep breath, she stood in front of him for a moment, letting her gaze travel over his firm pecs and sculpted abs to the waistband of his pants...and beyond. Her foot nudged his further apart and she knelt in between.
Jon watched her, one brow lifting. “What are you doing?” His body – or at least one part of it – thought it knew – or hoped.
She leaned forward and spread the sides of his shirt wider, caressing his chest in the process. Her lips followed her hands, kissing her way down the centre of his chest and abdomen, smiling inwardly when his stomach muscles contracted in response. She looked up at him, tongue teasing his belly button. “I’m pulling the thorn from the lion’s paw.”
Jon’s hands gripped the arms of the chair and he sucked in a deep steadying breath as her hands unfastened his pants and slowly slid the zipper down. His breath hissed through his teeth when she spread them wide open, even tugging them down his hips slightly, exposing his rapidly hardening shaft.
Bracing her arms on his thighs, Veronica settled back onto her heels slightly, leaned forward and swiped her tongue up the underside of his erection from base to tip...very...very....slowly.
Jon’s eyes drifted shut, his head tipped back and his hips lifted towards the teasing touch. She was going to kill him. He knew it.
Next, she made a ring with her thumb and forefinger around the base to restrict the blood flow and keep him hard and hold off his climax. With her other hand she stroked up and down making him swell even more. Then she brought her mouth back into play flicking her tongue over the sensitive tip, then blowing on it.
“Jesus Nica!” His knuckles were white with the strength of his grip and his voice was a growl. As much as he wanted to, he knew better than to try to guide her. Past experience told him that anything she wanted to do would blow his mind. She was the best he’d ever had, especially in this area.
Several minutes later, sensing his growing tension, she backed off and turned her attention to his sac. First she cupped it in her hand and gently stretched the soft skin. Then she bent and took first one ball, then the other into her mouth and sucked. Releasing it, she squeezed in between, along the seam with her fingers, watching his face for any sign of discomfort. The grimace there was not one of pain. His face was flushed a dark red, sweat dripped from his nose and chin.
She grinned. Dipping a little lower she found the super sensitive patch of skin behind his boys and sucked lightly.
“FUCK! Nica...finish it.” The only thing preventing him from exploding was her fingers squeezing him. He was sure if she didn’t give him relief very soon his heart was going to burst.
“But I’m not done yet.” She murmured against the pulsing tip. He groaned. “Look at me babe.” When he did, she locked her eyes with his, opened her mouth wide and took him in, descending slowly until she’d swallowed his entire length. Backing off, she repeated the process. Several times.
He couldn’t take his eyes of the sight of his glistening erecting sliding in and out of her mouth. She was the only woman he’d ever met who could take his entire length without gagging. He was breathing like a racehorse, and his vision was blurred. The feel of her throat tightening around him as she swallowed was almost more than he could take. “Nica....no more....please!”
She could barely make out the words, but his tone told her he was at the end of his endurance. Lifting her head, she took in the glorious sight.
“Please!” The single word was all he could manage. He didn’t know what he would do if she didn’t give in.
Licking her lips, she opened her mouth and once again took his length deep. She released the base of his shaft and shifted until she could rub the spot behind his sac. Then she started to suck. Slowly at first, then faster and harder. When she sensed he was at the brink she took him a little deeper, sucked a little harder and pushed with her finger.
“Oh GOD! FUUUUCK!” Jon couldn’t hold back a shout as his back arched and he exploded.
Veronica sucked and swallowed until he had nothing left and started to soften. Then she backed off and rose to her feet. She reached for the bottle of water while she surveyed the result of her ministrations.
He was wrecked. Eyes closed, mouth hanging open, sweat sheened chest heaving, desperately sucking in oxygen, his face almost purple. He couldn’t have put two words together if his life depended on it.
She grinned. Apparently she wasn’t the alone in this wanton madness. Good. Fair’s fair after all. Taking another swig of water, she bent to touch her lips to his. “Mmmm. I always did like dessert before the main course.”
With that she walked out of the room and went back to work.
Veronica glanced up and saw him scowling. “Okay. That sounds good. Thanks. I’ll get back to you to confirm the time. In the meantime, if there’s anything else you need or if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to give me a call. Right. Thanks again Abdul. Bye.” Hanging up, she smiled at him. “Good morning. I’m sorry, did I wake you? I was trying to be quiet.” Jon just grunted. She studied his face. “Are you ready to eat or do you want to shower first?” Another grunt. Standing, she walked over him and kissed him. “Don’t be a grumpy ass. You got laid last night...twice! You should be smiling.”
He had to laugh at that and kissed her again. “Morning. You can order the food. That way it’ll be here when I get out of the shower.”
Veronica watched him turn and head for the bathroom, her smile fading. She had a pretty good idea why he was in a mood, but what it would take to prevent it wasn’t in her plan. She was having a hard enough time accepting how much control he had over her body. A touch, a kiss and she was putty in his hands. She couldn’t allow that to continue or before she knew it, she’d lose her heart to him again. And that wasn’t something she was ready for.
Brunch was quieter than usual. Veronica tried to get a conversation started, but when Jon responded with grunts and the odd word when prompted, she gave up and left him alone to brood, finishing the meal in silence.
Jon knew he was being an ass, but he couldn’t help it. He’d really wanted to wake up with her in his arms this morning. When that didn’t happen he had been afraid that she was pulling back from him again. He still wasn’t a hundred percent sure she wasn’t, but he was trying to give her the benefit of the doubt. His instinctive urge was to push her for something more.....permanent, but he knew that would only make her run the other way, so he kept quiet. The short, flirty black skirt and off the shoulder top the exact colour of her eyes that she was wearing today didn’t help his mood either. He wanted to take her away somewhere where it would only be the two of them for a few days. They were heading for Richie’s house after the show tonight to relax for a couple days. Hopefully he could convince her to spend some quality hours with him.
The men in the lobby giving her the appreciative once over didn’t help his mood either.
Neither did the way she parted from him at the venue with only a reminder of what time the interviews started and what time sound check was. No kiss, no hug, not even a squeeze of his hand!
“What did you do to him now?”
Veronica looked up to see Richie looming over her desk. “ Hey Jughead. You guys done with the interviews? How did they go? And what did I do to who?”
“Interviews were fine.” He waved the subject away. “What did you do to our fearless leader who is crankier than a bear with a belly full of cubs? I thought you guys were back together.”
“Despite what you and many others seem to think, I’m not responsible for all of his moods.” She ignored his fishing for the status of their relationship.
“No, just ninety percent of them.”
“Well, this must be part of the other ten percent, because I haven’t done anything. In fact, he should be in a good mood....a very good mood...if you get my meaning.”
“Well he’s got a burr up his ass about something.”
“Maybe you should ask him.”
“Maybe I will.” Richie frowned and turned towards the door.
“Warn me first Rich, so that I can have paramedics on standby.” Paul commented dryly.
“Fuck!” Jon cursed and kicked a cable out of his way.
“What’s with you today, bro? You’re snapping at everybody.” Richie decided to bite the bullet. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were having woman troubles.”
Jon just grunted and glared at him.
Richie frowned. “But I thought things were better there. You did spend the night together didn’t you? Not to mention her....visit...to your dressing room last night.”
Jon sighed and glanced around to make sure no one else was close enough to hear. “She gets up early.”
“So....you’re short on sleep?” Richie frowned in confusion. Then it hit him. “Oh...you mean she got up early and wasn’t there when you ‘got up’.” He grinned. “Yeah...I can see how that would put you in a foul mood.”
“Fuck off asshole!” Jon growled and stomped off the stage.
Chuckling, Richie followed and saw him shove a table in the hallway up against the wall. He was still snickering when he stuck his head into the control room and saw everyone looking towards the hallway. “Do you want to fix that please Ronnie?”
“Me? How am I supposed to ‘fix it’?”
“You know. You were always really good at....pulling the thorn from the lion’s paw.” He winked at her.
Veronica felt her face heat at the look in his eyes and his reference to the past and what she used to do to settle Jon down a bit before a show when he got too wound up. “Go away Jughead.” His laughter echoed back as he continued on down the hallway. Glancing around the room she found Paul and a few others looking at her expectantly. She bit back a growl, tossed down her pen and left the room.
Slowing her steps, she considered what she should do, Richie’s suggestion foremost in her thoughts. The more she thought about it the more she thought it might work – on a couple of fronts. It would put Jon in a better mood, and would show her whether she had as much – or any – control over his body and passions as he did over hers.
By the time she reached his door, she’d made up her mind. Not bothering to knock – and warn him – she opened the door and walked in, closing the door behind her and quietly turning the lock.
Jon eyed her from his position lounging in a chair, legs extended out in front of him, shirt on but unbuttoned and hanging open. He didn’t move and didn’t say anything.
Veronica surveyed his wardrobe, picked out a couple of shirts and set them aside, before moving to the table. Reaching into the cooler underneath she pulled out a bottle of water, opened it, took a swig and set it on the table.
Taking a deep breath, she stood in front of him for a moment, letting her gaze travel over his firm pecs and sculpted abs to the waistband of his pants...and beyond. Her foot nudged his further apart and she knelt in between.
Jon watched her, one brow lifting. “What are you doing?” His body – or at least one part of it – thought it knew – or hoped.
She leaned forward and spread the sides of his shirt wider, caressing his chest in the process. Her lips followed her hands, kissing her way down the centre of his chest and abdomen, smiling inwardly when his stomach muscles contracted in response. She looked up at him, tongue teasing his belly button. “I’m pulling the thorn from the lion’s paw.”
Jon’s hands gripped the arms of the chair and he sucked in a deep steadying breath as her hands unfastened his pants and slowly slid the zipper down. His breath hissed through his teeth when she spread them wide open, even tugging them down his hips slightly, exposing his rapidly hardening shaft.
Bracing her arms on his thighs, Veronica settled back onto her heels slightly, leaned forward and swiped her tongue up the underside of his erection from base to tip...very...very....slowly.
Jon’s eyes drifted shut, his head tipped back and his hips lifted towards the teasing touch. She was going to kill him. He knew it.
Next, she made a ring with her thumb and forefinger around the base to restrict the blood flow and keep him hard and hold off his climax. With her other hand she stroked up and down making him swell even more. Then she brought her mouth back into play flicking her tongue over the sensitive tip, then blowing on it.
“Jesus Nica!” His knuckles were white with the strength of his grip and his voice was a growl. As much as he wanted to, he knew better than to try to guide her. Past experience told him that anything she wanted to do would blow his mind. She was the best he’d ever had, especially in this area.
Several minutes later, sensing his growing tension, she backed off and turned her attention to his sac. First she cupped it in her hand and gently stretched the soft skin. Then she bent and took first one ball, then the other into her mouth and sucked. Releasing it, she squeezed in between, along the seam with her fingers, watching his face for any sign of discomfort. The grimace there was not one of pain. His face was flushed a dark red, sweat dripped from his nose and chin.
She grinned. Dipping a little lower she found the super sensitive patch of skin behind his boys and sucked lightly.
“FUCK! Nica...finish it.” The only thing preventing him from exploding was her fingers squeezing him. He was sure if she didn’t give him relief very soon his heart was going to burst.
“But I’m not done yet.” She murmured against the pulsing tip. He groaned. “Look at me babe.” When he did, she locked her eyes with his, opened her mouth wide and took him in, descending slowly until she’d swallowed his entire length. Backing off, she repeated the process. Several times.
He couldn’t take his eyes of the sight of his glistening erecting sliding in and out of her mouth. She was the only woman he’d ever met who could take his entire length without gagging. He was breathing like a racehorse, and his vision was blurred. The feel of her throat tightening around him as she swallowed was almost more than he could take. “Nica....no more....please!”
She could barely make out the words, but his tone told her he was at the end of his endurance. Lifting her head, she took in the glorious sight.
“Please!” The single word was all he could manage. He didn’t know what he would do if she didn’t give in.
Licking her lips, she opened her mouth and once again took his length deep. She released the base of his shaft and shifted until she could rub the spot behind his sac. Then she started to suck. Slowly at first, then faster and harder. When she sensed he was at the brink she took him a little deeper, sucked a little harder and pushed with her finger.
“Oh GOD! FUUUUCK!” Jon couldn’t hold back a shout as his back arched and he exploded.
Veronica sucked and swallowed until he had nothing left and started to soften. Then she backed off and rose to her feet. She reached for the bottle of water while she surveyed the result of her ministrations.
He was wrecked. Eyes closed, mouth hanging open, sweat sheened chest heaving, desperately sucking in oxygen, his face almost purple. He couldn’t have put two words together if his life depended on it.
She grinned. Apparently she wasn’t the alone in this wanton madness. Good. Fair’s fair after all. Taking another swig of water, she bent to touch her lips to his. “Mmmm. I always did like dessert before the main course.”
With that she walked out of the room and went back to work.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Chapter 77
Glances were exchanged up and down the hallway. No one was entirely sure whether what was going on behind the recently slammed door was going to make things better or worse.
“If you ask me, it’s about fucking time.” Was David’s opinion.
“Mmm....if she doesn’t kill him.” Richie replied.
“Or him her.” Paul added.
“I’ll go pack up her stuff for her to save some time. Looks like we’re going to be late to the after party.” Matt offered.
“Ronnie won’t let him make us too late, no matter the .....persuasion. She’s too professional for that.” Tico growled. “He just better listen to her.”
Jon struggled to draw a deep breath, and raised his head to stare into her eyes. “No more Nica. No more shutting me out and pretending that there’s nothing between us. It’s time to stop living in the past and start living for the future.”
Still panting, Veronica searched his gaze for several breaths, then gave in and nodded. “Okay, I’ll....try.”
“That’s all I can ask.” He kissed her softly.
They both groaned at the feel of him leaving her body. He braced her against the wall, making sure her legs would support her before kicking out of the pants that were bunched around his ankles and heading for the bathroom. He returned a few minutes later with a damp wash cloth and towel and proceeded to clean her up.
Veronica just watched him, wincing slightly as the cloth rubbed against her abraded flesh. “Thanks.” Her breath hitched as shudders still shot randomly throughout her body.
He winked at her as he adjusted the scrap of lace between her legs that he’d moved out of his way earlier. “My pleasure. I’m going to grab a shower. Do you want to join me?” She stared at him in disbelief, then shook her head. Jon chuckled. “Do you want to sit down??
Veronica debated, but again shook her head. She thought she’d be better standing for a little while – provided her legs would continue to support her. Damn! That man is lethal!
“Okay.” Jon studied her for a moment, unable to prevent the smug smirk from twisting his lips at the sight of her flushed face, swollen lips and disarrayed clothing – which she was making no move to fix. Walking over to the table, he reached underneath and pulled a bottle of water out of the cooler there. He twisted off the lid and held the bottle out to her.
She took it with a slight smile and drank deeply. “Thanks.”
The sheen of the water on her lips was too tempting for him to resist. He leaned over to run his tongue over her, scooping up the liquid, then dipping in for a deeper, more thorough taste. “Mmmm....tasty.”
She checked the bottle. “It’s just water.”
“It’s just you. My favourite flavour.”
Veronica laughed and gave him a little push. “Go have a shower. We’ve given the crew enough to talk about for tonight, let’s not make it worse by being hugely late to the after party.”
“Yes dear.”
After Jon had disappeared into the bathroom, Veronica sighed and pushed away from the wall. Glancing in the mirror, she grimaced and set her clothing back to rights. Next she picked up the clothes he’d left lying on the floor, shoved them into a laundry bag and set out his street clothes.
She gazed at the door thoughtfully, but decided to stay put. If she left before Jon came out of the shower, he’d think she was trying to ditch him again. Besides, she needed to figure out how she was going to fulfil her promise to him to try and still protect her heart. The events of the past hour were proof that the most obvious answer – take it slow – wasn’t going to work. He was right about one thing, the physical attraction between them was a strong as it ever was. And she had to admit she felt better now, clear headed, more relaxed, less....stressed.
Gretchen’s suggestion came to mind and the more she considered it the more she thought that it might be just the solution she was looking for. If she kept their relationship purely sexual – as in sex was just sex – it would satisfy Jon and provide some fun and tension relief for her without risking getting too close. Now she just had to figure out how to deal with his kids....and avoid his mother. The little voice in the back of her head that argued that Jon wasn’t that shallow and wouldn’t go along with her plan was firmly ignored.
“Penny for your thoughts honey.” Jon had emerged from the bathroom to find Veronica leaning against his dressing table, deep in thought. When she frowned like that it usually didn’t bode well for him.
“Hmm?” She glanced up at him. “Oh. You’re done. I was just thinking...”
“Trying to back out on me?” He watched her face closely.
“No, but my previous request stands. Our relationship stays between us – within the Jovi family. I trust your crew to keep it to themselves, but I don’t want the media or the public to know. The focus needs to be on the band.”
Jon was silent while he dressed and thought about her request. As much as he wanted to publically claim her as his, he understood what she was saying. And it would only be for a few months – until the end of the tour. After that there would be time for the media – and the fans – to get used to her being by his side. And it would also give them some privacy to work on the family side of things. “Okay. That makes sense.” For now. After a last look in the mirror he held out his hand. “Ready?”
She took a deep breath, then took his hand. “Let’s go.”
Opening the door, he ushered her out. Conversation stopped at their appearance. After a moment, there were a few nods in their direction and people started to move towards the doors and the waiting vans.
“Feel better now?” Richie murmured as they reached him.
“Much.” Jon smirked.
Veronica rolled her eyes, blushed, but couldn’t hold back a smirk of her own.
Richie chuckled and winked at her. “Good.”
“Ronnie, I packed up your stuff for you.” Matt held out her laptop bag.
“Thanks Matty.”
“No problem....Sis.”
She gave him a swat with her free hand. “Let’s go smartass.”
The after party went smoothly. Jon kept his eye on Veronica, but managed to keep his hands to himself.
Back at the hotel, he debated about whether to go into his own room, or follow her into hers. His first instinct was to follow her to make sure that she didn’t close the connecting door, but his saner voice told him to trust her to keep her word.
Veronica changed into her nightgown, and performed her nightly bathroom ritual, emerging to find Jon, shirtless and barefooted, standing in the doorway between their rooms.
“Which bed do you want to sleep in?”
She thought about it for a minute. “Yours.”
With a nod, he waved her into his room. Stopping beside the bed he shucked his pants while she turned back the covers and slid in. He surveyed her thoughtfully as his climbed in beside her. One hand reached out to pluck at the sleeve of her cotton nightgown. “What happened to the red one?”
Her lips twitched. “It’s in my suitcase. This one’s warmer with the air conditioning in these hotels.”
“I like the other one better, but you won’t need either one. I’ll keep you warm.”
She knew the simple truth of that statement. The man radiated heat like a furnace. It was the only way she’d survived that November trip to Moscow back in ’88. She also knew he meant it in a sexual context, and her brow rose. “Haven’t you had enough for today?”
“After thirty-eight days abstinence? No way!” He leaned over to kiss her. “ Besides, I can never get enough of you.” His hand slid down her side and pulled her closer. “Are you saying once was enough for you?”
“It was twice for me remember.”
“Mmhmm...’cause you have a very generous lover.” His lips cruised over her jaw line to her ear. “I do remember. I remember every...pulsing...clench.”
Veronica shivered, looped her arms around his neck and with a low purring chuckle let him sweep her into a world where no one and nothing else existed. Nothing but the two of them and pleasure.
The speed with which he could take her to that world scared her a little, but even worse was the slow, tender caresses he bestowed as he reacquainted himself with her body. There was too much emotion behind them, they made her feel too much, and that wasn’t what she wanted. She reached down to wrap her fingers around his erection and stroked.
Jon groaned. She knew just how and where to touch him to drive him wild. Control crumbling, he gave up all attempts to take it slow, shifted over her and quickly penetrated her.
“Mmmm...yes Johnny! More!” She ran both hands down his back until she reached his ass. “Harder!” Nails bit to emphasize her point.
With a growl, he obliged, lifting one of her legs onto his shoulder so that he could reach deeper.
It was over in minutes. Panting heavily, he rolled off of her onto his side, and kissed her shoulder, his hand resting on her stomach. “Jesus sugar! What you do to me....!”
Veronica just smiled, covered his hand with hers and concentrated on breathing. When she felt capable of speaking, she turned her head to look at him and found him sound asleep. She watched him for a few minutes, his face relaxed and even more youthful in sleep, and felt a flutter in her chest. Ignoring it, she turned onto her side, smiled when Jon pulled her back against him, and drifted off for the best sleep she’d had in weeks.
“If you ask me, it’s about fucking time.” Was David’s opinion.
“Mmm....if she doesn’t kill him.” Richie replied.
“Or him her.” Paul added.
“I’ll go pack up her stuff for her to save some time. Looks like we’re going to be late to the after party.” Matt offered.
“Ronnie won’t let him make us too late, no matter the .....persuasion. She’s too professional for that.” Tico growled. “He just better listen to her.”
Jon struggled to draw a deep breath, and raised his head to stare into her eyes. “No more Nica. No more shutting me out and pretending that there’s nothing between us. It’s time to stop living in the past and start living for the future.”
Still panting, Veronica searched his gaze for several breaths, then gave in and nodded. “Okay, I’ll....try.”
“That’s all I can ask.” He kissed her softly.
They both groaned at the feel of him leaving her body. He braced her against the wall, making sure her legs would support her before kicking out of the pants that were bunched around his ankles and heading for the bathroom. He returned a few minutes later with a damp wash cloth and towel and proceeded to clean her up.
Veronica just watched him, wincing slightly as the cloth rubbed against her abraded flesh. “Thanks.” Her breath hitched as shudders still shot randomly throughout her body.
He winked at her as he adjusted the scrap of lace between her legs that he’d moved out of his way earlier. “My pleasure. I’m going to grab a shower. Do you want to join me?” She stared at him in disbelief, then shook her head. Jon chuckled. “Do you want to sit down??
Veronica debated, but again shook her head. She thought she’d be better standing for a little while – provided her legs would continue to support her. Damn! That man is lethal!
“Okay.” Jon studied her for a moment, unable to prevent the smug smirk from twisting his lips at the sight of her flushed face, swollen lips and disarrayed clothing – which she was making no move to fix. Walking over to the table, he reached underneath and pulled a bottle of water out of the cooler there. He twisted off the lid and held the bottle out to her.
She took it with a slight smile and drank deeply. “Thanks.”
The sheen of the water on her lips was too tempting for him to resist. He leaned over to run his tongue over her, scooping up the liquid, then dipping in for a deeper, more thorough taste. “Mmmm....tasty.”
She checked the bottle. “It’s just water.”
“It’s just you. My favourite flavour.”
Veronica laughed and gave him a little push. “Go have a shower. We’ve given the crew enough to talk about for tonight, let’s not make it worse by being hugely late to the after party.”
“Yes dear.”
After Jon had disappeared into the bathroom, Veronica sighed and pushed away from the wall. Glancing in the mirror, she grimaced and set her clothing back to rights. Next she picked up the clothes he’d left lying on the floor, shoved them into a laundry bag and set out his street clothes.
She gazed at the door thoughtfully, but decided to stay put. If she left before Jon came out of the shower, he’d think she was trying to ditch him again. Besides, she needed to figure out how she was going to fulfil her promise to him to try and still protect her heart. The events of the past hour were proof that the most obvious answer – take it slow – wasn’t going to work. He was right about one thing, the physical attraction between them was a strong as it ever was. And she had to admit she felt better now, clear headed, more relaxed, less....stressed.
Gretchen’s suggestion came to mind and the more she considered it the more she thought that it might be just the solution she was looking for. If she kept their relationship purely sexual – as in sex was just sex – it would satisfy Jon and provide some fun and tension relief for her without risking getting too close. Now she just had to figure out how to deal with his kids....and avoid his mother. The little voice in the back of her head that argued that Jon wasn’t that shallow and wouldn’t go along with her plan was firmly ignored.
“Penny for your thoughts honey.” Jon had emerged from the bathroom to find Veronica leaning against his dressing table, deep in thought. When she frowned like that it usually didn’t bode well for him.
“Hmm?” She glanced up at him. “Oh. You’re done. I was just thinking...”
“Trying to back out on me?” He watched her face closely.
“No, but my previous request stands. Our relationship stays between us – within the Jovi family. I trust your crew to keep it to themselves, but I don’t want the media or the public to know. The focus needs to be on the band.”
Jon was silent while he dressed and thought about her request. As much as he wanted to publically claim her as his, he understood what she was saying. And it would only be for a few months – until the end of the tour. After that there would be time for the media – and the fans – to get used to her being by his side. And it would also give them some privacy to work on the family side of things. “Okay. That makes sense.” For now. After a last look in the mirror he held out his hand. “Ready?”
She took a deep breath, then took his hand. “Let’s go.”
Opening the door, he ushered her out. Conversation stopped at their appearance. After a moment, there were a few nods in their direction and people started to move towards the doors and the waiting vans.
“Feel better now?” Richie murmured as they reached him.
“Much.” Jon smirked.
Veronica rolled her eyes, blushed, but couldn’t hold back a smirk of her own.
Richie chuckled and winked at her. “Good.”
“Ronnie, I packed up your stuff for you.” Matt held out her laptop bag.
“Thanks Matty.”
“No problem....Sis.”
She gave him a swat with her free hand. “Let’s go smartass.”
The after party went smoothly. Jon kept his eye on Veronica, but managed to keep his hands to himself.
Back at the hotel, he debated about whether to go into his own room, or follow her into hers. His first instinct was to follow her to make sure that she didn’t close the connecting door, but his saner voice told him to trust her to keep her word.
Veronica changed into her nightgown, and performed her nightly bathroom ritual, emerging to find Jon, shirtless and barefooted, standing in the doorway between their rooms.
“Which bed do you want to sleep in?”
She thought about it for a minute. “Yours.”
With a nod, he waved her into his room. Stopping beside the bed he shucked his pants while she turned back the covers and slid in. He surveyed her thoughtfully as his climbed in beside her. One hand reached out to pluck at the sleeve of her cotton nightgown. “What happened to the red one?”
Her lips twitched. “It’s in my suitcase. This one’s warmer with the air conditioning in these hotels.”
“I like the other one better, but you won’t need either one. I’ll keep you warm.”
She knew the simple truth of that statement. The man radiated heat like a furnace. It was the only way she’d survived that November trip to Moscow back in ’88. She also knew he meant it in a sexual context, and her brow rose. “Haven’t you had enough for today?”
“After thirty-eight days abstinence? No way!” He leaned over to kiss her. “ Besides, I can never get enough of you.” His hand slid down her side and pulled her closer. “Are you saying once was enough for you?”
“It was twice for me remember.”
“Mmhmm...’cause you have a very generous lover.” His lips cruised over her jaw line to her ear. “I do remember. I remember every...pulsing...clench.”
Veronica shivered, looped her arms around his neck and with a low purring chuckle let him sweep her into a world where no one and nothing else existed. Nothing but the two of them and pleasure.
The speed with which he could take her to that world scared her a little, but even worse was the slow, tender caresses he bestowed as he reacquainted himself with her body. There was too much emotion behind them, they made her feel too much, and that wasn’t what she wanted. She reached down to wrap her fingers around his erection and stroked.
Jon groaned. She knew just how and where to touch him to drive him wild. Control crumbling, he gave up all attempts to take it slow, shifted over her and quickly penetrated her.
“Mmmm...yes Johnny! More!” She ran both hands down his back until she reached his ass. “Harder!” Nails bit to emphasize her point.
With a growl, he obliged, lifting one of her legs onto his shoulder so that he could reach deeper.
It was over in minutes. Panting heavily, he rolled off of her onto his side, and kissed her shoulder, his hand resting on her stomach. “Jesus sugar! What you do to me....!”
Veronica just smiled, covered his hand with hers and concentrated on breathing. When she felt capable of speaking, she turned her head to look at him and found him sound asleep. She watched him for a few minutes, his face relaxed and even more youthful in sleep, and felt a flutter in her chest. Ignoring it, she turned onto her side, smiled when Jon pulled her back against him, and drifted off for the best sleep she’d had in weeks.
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