The next day Lindsay was sitting idly scanning the interview schedule while she was waiting for Jon to finish. Suddenly an idea hit. Glancing at the clock she let the idea grow and formulate into a plan. Grinning, she rose to wait outside the room where they were doing the interviews.
Luck was with her. Richie escorted the interviewer out of the room. Lindsay motioned him to silence. He stepped into the hallway and closed the door.
“What’s up Linds? We still have one more interview.” Richie reminded her.
“Yeah, I know. Is Jon in there still? Alone?” She asked, a little nervous now that the moment was at hand.
“Yeeah. What’s going on in that devious little mind of yours?” He’d noticed her blush and knew she was up to something.
“The next interview is in about five minutes right?” She ignored his question. He nodded. “Can you give me that five minutes alone with Jon?”
He grinned. “Sure darlin’. I’ll guard the door.”
“Thanks.” She grinned back as she entered the room and closed the door behind her.
Jon looked up when the door opened. He was sitting in a chair with a low coffee table in front of him. Matching chairs sat beside him and across the table. “Hey honey. Just one more and I’ll be done.” He smiled at her.
She smiled back at him and sat on his lap. “I know. But since you have a few minutes now, I just wanted to remind you not to schedule anything on your birthday celebration day.” Since he had been on the road for his birthday they had decided to celebrate it with the kids the day after he got home from this leg of the tour. “I know you’ve been talking to Craig about meetings, and I thought I should remind you of our plans.”
Leaning down she traced the contour of his ear with her tongue, blew in it and bit softly on his earlobe. She chuckled when he shivered.
“Uh, honey…as much as I love what you’re doing , I do have another interview to do, and…” Her mouth swallowed the rest of his words.
When her hand opened his shirt his shirt to caress his chest he groaned and tightened his hold on her. Reaching further she stroked him through the fabric of his chinos. The loose fit of the pants allowed her to grip him with her fingers and squeeze.
Breaking the kiss he let his head fall back and moaned. “Jesus, sugar. You’ve got to stop…they’re going to walk in any minute.”
She just chuckled and moved her mouth to his neck, kissing, sucking and nibbling on his exposed adam’s apple. Her hand never stopped it’s playing.
A discreet knock at the door had her standing up and examining her handiwork. He was flushed, his breathing slightly laboured, and his eyes had darkened and dilated. Sweat had gathered on his upper lip, and the light material of his pants couldn’t conceal his reaction to her ministrations.
He followed her gaze. “Dammit Lindsay! Look what you’ve done to me!”
Chuckling, she headed to the door where she turned and looked back at him. “I warned you. Payback’s a bitch! Now you can experience how embarrassing it is for others to see that you can’t control the desire that burns between us!”
Opening the door she smiled and nodded to the female interviewer standing there with Richie. Looking over Lindsay’s head, Richie took one look at Jon, looked back at Lindsay and started laughing. “Remind me never to piss you off!”
She was sitting in the dressing room chatting with David, Tico and Hugh when Jon and Richie walked in.
“How’d it go?” She asked innocently.
“Long and painful.” Jon responded in a voice just short of a growl. “Just like you planned.”
“Why? What she’d do?” David asked, sensing a good story.
“Let’s just say that the writer for the entertainment section of the local paper saw first hand what an ‘upstanding’ guy Jon is thanks to Lindsay.” Richie replied.
They all turned and stared at her.
“What?” She asked trying not to smile.
“You’re evil.” Jon informed her.
She grinned. “You learned a valuable lesson though didn’t you?”
They all nodded. “Never piss you off!” They chorused. She laughed.
Walking up to Jon she wrapped her arms around his waist, looked up at him and kissed his chin. “Still love me?”
Sighing, he closed his arms around her and kissed her nose. “Yes, and no more ‘branding’. I promise.”
“I don’t mind the bites, just make sure they won’t show.” She smiled.
Lindsay woke the next morning tired, and a little sad. This was her last day on the tour. She was flying back to Jersey the next morning. Rolling over she snuggled closer to the warm body beside her. He hugged her close. The alarm on his cell phone went off.
She groaned. He chuckled, stretched and yawned. “Come on honey. Plane’s waiting.”
“You’re the boss, can’t you delay take off for a couple hours?” She grumbled.
Brushing her hair back from her face he kissed her firmly. “No. I want to have some time to show you my favorite places in Denver.” It was an off day for them. They were flying to Denver today so that they could adjust to the altitude before the show tomorrow. He shook her gently. “You can sleep on the plane.”
She cracked an eye open to look at him. “If I try out the bed on that plane it had better be for something besides sleeping.” He grinned.
The day was cold and rainy. Denver was going to be even colder. In defence she pulled on a pair of jeans and a Giants sweatshirt so old it was faded and soft and cozy, but it was still warm.
Jon looked at her and smiled. “Been raiding my closet again I see.”
She shrugged. “It’s so warm and cozy. I love it. It’s perfect for a day like this.”
Wrapping his arms around her he hugged her and kissed her softly. “That it is sweetheart.”
Boarding the plane she took a seat and fought a yawn. Once they reached cruising altitude and the seatbelt sign went off, Richie turned to her. “Why don’t you go have a nap Linds. You look like you’re about to fall asleep sitting up.”
“I don’t know how you guys do this for months on end. I’ve only been doing it a week and I’m exhausted!” She shook her head.
He shrugged. “You get used to it. Seriously though, there’s a bed back there. We’ll wake you in an hour or so.”
Getting up and walking down the aisle she glanced at Jon who winked at her as she walked by. Entering the bedroom, she took off her boots and jeans, curled up under the blankets and was asleep within minutes.
She didn’t know how long she’d been asleep, but she was awakened by a hand sliding up under her sweatshirt to cup a breast. She felt his breath in her ear just before his mouth latched onto her earlobe and bit gently. Murmuring in appreciation she rolled onto her back, opened her eyes and smiled at him. Raising her arms she helped him remove her sweatshirt. Her bra quickly followed as did her panties. She was pleased to discover he was already naked.
“You’re quick.” She commented, reaching out to pull him down to her.
“We don’t have a lot of time. We land in about 45 minutes.” He replied before capturing her lips with his.
While he teased her mouth with his tongue his hands were busy teasing her body. One kneaded her breast, while the other slid between her thighs to gently rubbed her sensitive nub.
Moaning softly, she arched her back trying to increase the contact between their bodies. Pressing one hand between them, she caressed his chest, his abs, reaching to take him in her hand. Gripping firmly, she stroked.
Groaning, he slid two fingers deep inside her, moving them in and out to prepare her. Feeling her wetness, he quickly replaced his fingers with his hardness…..and held still.
Gasping at his sudden entry, she clutched at his arms, arched again and shuddered. “Jon!”
“Sssh, you have to be quiet. This room isn’t soundproofed.” He murmured.
His words barely registered. Her mind was completely focused on the feel of his hard length buried deep inside her, unmoving, pulsing against her soft flesh. Unable to help herself, she began undulating against him.
Pushing up to the full length of his arms, he watched her writhing beneath him. He loved the way she looked lost to passion. But her movements soon broke through his control, and he started to move.
Wanting to feel his weight she tugged at his arms until he gave in and lowered himself completely. Moaning, biting her lips to hold back her cries, she wrapped her legs tightly around him and urged him to move faster.
Knowing she wouldn’t be able to keep quiet when she climaxed, when he felt her tighten around him he covered her mouth with his and inhaled her orgasmic scream, quickly following her two thrusts later.
Raising his head, still panting he looked down at her. “Welcome to the club.” She chuckled.
After cleaning up and dressing, they rejoined the rest in the main cabin. David searched her face and smirked. “Feeling better?”
“Much.” She smiled. Not even the threat of David’s near constant teasing could diminish her ‘floating on a cloud’ feeling.
After they had settled into the hotel, Jon took her on a tour around the city, showing her his favorite places. When they arrived at the restaurant for dinner, they had a drink at the bar while they waited for their table.
“Hey Jon!” A voice called out.
Turning Jon smiled at the man approaching them. “Hey man! I’ve been trying to call you!”
“I know, I’m sorry, my life’s been just crazy lately. I got your message and I figured you’d be here at some point tonight, so when I was in the neighbourhood I thought I’d give it a shot.” Came the reply.
After shaking hands, Jon turned to introduce them. “John I’d like you to meet my girlfriend Lindsay Chandler. Honey, this is John Elway.”
She really couldn’t resist. “Hello Pork Chop.”
Both men groaned. Lindsay grinned.
“God, I’m never going to live that down am I?” John shook his head.
“Hey, I loved those videos! They were great!” She insisted. “But I’m telling you both right now….there will be no football played in my house. You want to play outside, fine, I’ll even cheer you on, but not in my foyer!” She winked.
They chatted for awhile, and Jon and Lindsay invited John to join them for dinner, but he had another engagement.
“Are you going to be in Philly when we come to ‘crush’ you?” John asked Jon.
“Ha ha. I’m not sure. I’m trying, but Paul’s giving me grief about the promo schedule.” Jon replied.
“Don’t worry. If Jon can’t be there, I’ll keep you company. I’ll even let you sit in the owner’s box with me.” Lindsay offered, grinning.
“You like football?” John asked, surprised.
“I like arena football.” She qualified. “I’ll watch the outdoor game, but I find it a little slow and boring.” She waited for the reaction from the Hall of Famer.
John stared at her for a moment, saw the twinkle in her eyes, and turned to Jon with a sympathetic look. “You are a braver man than me, my friend.”
“Why?” Jon asked surprised.
“This one’s going to keep you on your toes. Beautiful, bright, likes football…so what’s she doing with you?” He shook his head. “I don’t get it.”
She shrugged. “He writes a good love song.”
They all laughed.
Sighing, Lindsay laid her head on the back of her seat and waited for the movie to begin. She wasn’t even halfway home yet and she missed him like crazy. Last night had been great. After dinner they had headed back to the hotel. They were going to have a drink in the bar, but seeing the guys already there, decided they wanted to spend their last few hours together alone. They’d spent the rest of the night making love, cuddling and talking quietly. It had been heaven in the Mile High city.
Saying goodbye that morning had been hell. Jon had wanted to go with her to the airport, but she insisted he stay at the hotel. She thought it would be easier that way. She’d managed to hold back the tears and smile when she took her leave of the guys, but when Jon had taken her in his arms by the car, she hadn’t wanted to let go.
“Ssshh honey, it’s only for a couple weeks, then I’ll be home for a whole month.” He had tried to comfort her. “By the time we leave for Europe, you’ll be so sick of me, you’ll drive me to the airport yourself.”
She had smiled. “Oh, I doubt that. For some reason, I can’t seem to get enough of you.”
He had grinned. “I know the feeling sweetheart. Now have a safe flight and call me when you get home.” He had kissed her gently. “I’ll miss you sugar.”
“I’ll miss you too.” She’d whispered. Then she climbed into the car before she lost control completely.
Sighing again, she forced herself to think about all the things she needed to do when she got home – all the mundane chores like cleaning and laundry – and it was back to work for her tomorrow. She should also check in with Stephanie and the boys sometime this week to finalize plans for Jon’s birthday celebration. Making lists in her head she dozed off, waking just before landing.
Back in her apartment, she unpacked and started the laundry while she gave it a good cleaning, with Jovi blaring from the stereo in the background. It took her longer than usual because so many songs now had new memories attached and she’d have to stop and remember.
Checking the clock she figured she could catch him before they went on stage and grabbed the phone.
“Hey honey.” He answered.
“Hi. I know you’re about to go on stage. I just wanted to let you know I’m home safe and sound.” She assured him.
“Ok, good. I was starting to get worried. You’re right, we’re about to go on. I’ll call you after the show.” He promised. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Bye honey.” She replied.
“Bye.” He hung up.
She tried to watch some T.V., but she ended up just surfing the channels. Nothing was capturing her interest. It was getting late and she knew she should get some sleep, but her body was still on Colorado time, and she wasn’t really tired.
She decided to go to bed anyway and read for awhile. That usually did the trick. Not this time. After an hour, she got up and wandered restlessly around her apartment. She knew what the problem was, but didn’t want to admit it. Finally, she roamed into the bathroom for the umpteenth time and stared at herself in the mirror. “Oh who are you kidding?!” She asked herself with a shake of her head.
Giving up, she quickly packed a bag and headed out the door.
The ringing of her cell phone woke her.
“Hello?” She answered a little groggily.
“Hi honey. I’m sorry did I wake you?” He asked.
“It’s ok. How did the show go?” She burrowed down in the bed and held the phone close.
“Pretty good. The fans here are a little nuts. It must be the altitude.” He answered wryly.
“Who are you kidding? You love it.” She laughed.
“Yeah, I do.” He admitted. “So you’re in bed?” He wanted to be able to create a picture of her in his mind.
“Actually,” She paused. “I’m in your bed.” She held her breath, hoping he didn’t ask what had brought her there. She wasn’t sure how to explain it herself. She definitely wasn’t going to tell him she was wearing his t-shirt and had fallen asleep clutching his pillow.
There was silence for a minute. “Good. That’s where you belong.” He wasn’t going to ask why. He didn’t care as long as she was there.
“So where are you?” She asked trying to picture it.
“Still in the dressing room waiting for David. Then we’re heading back to the hotel for the after party.” He answered.
“Did Elway show up?” He was going to try.
“Yeah, but he left a few minutes ago. He said he’d call you about the game in Philly.” He informed her reluctantly. “I’m still not sure I like that idea.”
“Why?” She asked puzzled. “What are you worried about?”
“Well, I have to admit I’m a little afraid of you two getting together when I’m not there to defend myself – or break up the fight.” He admitted.
She laughed. “Well then I guess you’re just going to have to work hard to make sure you’re there.”
“I’m trying darlin’, I’m trying.” He chuckled. “Oh, here come the guys. I guess I’d better go. Try and get some sleep. I’ll call you tomorrow.” His voiced lowered. “I miss you.”
“I miss you too. A lot.” She murmured blinking back the tears. “Say hi to the guys for me. Try and find David a woman. Then he’d have a reason to spend so much time in the bathroom.”
He laughed. “I’ll do my best. Talk to you tomorrow honey. I love you.”
“’Night Jon. I love you too.”
Closing the phone she laid it on the night stand, pulled his pillow closer and drifted off to sleep.
In Denver, Jon closed his phone and shoved it in his pocket. Looking up he caught Richie grinning at him.
“What?” He asked.
“When are we going ring shopping?” Richie smiled.
“What are you talking about?” Jon tried to brush him off.
“Come on man. This is me. I know you. You’ve got it bad, and you won’t be happy until she’s a permanent part of your life. Frankly I couldn’t be happier for you. She’s beautiful, bright, caring, compassionate, has a great sense of humour, isn’t overwhelmed by you and your lifestyle, loves your kids, tolerates us – what more could you want? Are you honestly going to stand there and tell me you’re not sure? That you’re not madly in love with her?” Richie demanded.
Jon smiled and shook his head. “No, I’m not….I can’t” He paused thinking. “How’s Wednesday? We’ll be in L.A. and you can take me to that jewelry store you told me about.”