Arriving at the arena, Jack dropped Lindsay off at the back entrance. There was a security guard posted there. “I’ll go park the car. Fred there can show you the way.”
“Thanks Jack.” Blowing out an excited breath, she headed for the door. It had been four weeks since she’d seen Jon – since Valentine’s Day. Smiling at the memory she checked her ears to make sure that the sapphire and diamond studs were still there. She’d worn them everyday since Jon had finally gotten around to giving them to her – the next morning.
Reaching the door she found her way blocked by the security guard. “Sorry this isn’t a public entrance.”
She smiled. “I know. I’m Lindsay Chandler. Jack told me use this door.”
The bruiser didn’t look impressed. “I don’t care what Jack told you. No one gets in this door except the band and the crew.”
Sighing in frustration she searched for some way to get through to him. Obviously he either hadn’t heard of her or didn’t believe her. Hearing his walkie-talkie squawk provided a solution.
“Look, if you just call Obie or Rew, or Paul they’ll tell you it’s okay to let me in.” She urged him.
“Yeah, right.” He all but sneered at her.
She was ready scream and let her temper fly – or call Jon, when the door opened and Rew stuck his head out.
“Hey Fred, any sign of Jack? Jon’s on the warpath, and….Lindsay! There you are!” Rew exclaimed in relief.
“Hi Rew. I’ve been trying to get in for the last 5 minutes, but Fred here wouldn’t believe me.” She threw him an aggravated look.
“I’m sorry Lindsay, I guess we didn’t make sure that everyone knew you were coming.” Rew apologized. “Here, this will help.” He handed her a VIP pass on a chain.
Slipping it over her head she followed him inside and down the hallway, smiling and nodding at the people they passed. One in particular had her turning to watch him as they stopped in front of a closed door. Rew knocked.
“Hey! Was that…” She was interrupted when Richie opened the door and saw her.
“Thank God!” He said with feeling, opening the door wide for her to enter. “Thanks Rew.”
Lindsay swept a glance around the room. David, Tico and Hugh were sprawled on various pieces of furniture, looking towards the door with hopeful looks that changed to relief when they saw her. Jon was obviously pacing.
“Hi guys!” She began, but was cut off.
“You’re late.” Jon interrupted. His eyes were devouring her as he walked towards her.
“I’m sorry the plane was late.” Was all she got out before she found her arm grasped in a gentle, but unbreakable grip and was hustled through a door at the back of the room.
Turning to face him as he closed the door, she barely registered that she was in a bathroom. “Jon, what the…..” Once again she was cut off. This time by his mouth coming down hard on hers as he pushed her up against the wall.
Pinned between the hard wall and his equally hard body it was impossible for her to miss his physical state. His heart was pounding, his breathing was laboured and his erection was already hard and pressing into her soft belly.
Overwhelmed at first by the speed and intensity of his assault, the feel of his hands caressing her almost roughly and his tongue stabbing her mouth, added to her four weeks deprivation quickly had her in the same state. Kissing him back with equal abandon she pushed her hands in between to reach the buttons on his shirt. Frustrated at her inability to undo them with the limited space available, she gripped two handfuls of shirt and jerked, sending buttons flying in all directions. Satisfied, she set her hands to his chest, raking her nails lightly down until she was stopped by the waistband of his jeans. He groaned in response. Ripping open the button and carefully pulling down the zipper, she pushed the offending denim over his hips and closed her hand around him, stroking and squeezing rhythmically.
Hips moving in sync with her hand, he quickly opened her jeans and peeled them off, her panties with them, lifting her to free her feet. Grasping her teasing hand he pulled it away and lifted her again. Wrapping her legs around his waist he reached down to check that she was ready for him. Feeling her hot moistness he quickly penetrated her, driving in until he was buried to the hilt, her moans vibrating in her throat.
Bracing her against the wall, he reached up with one hand to undo her halter top and pulled it down to her waist. Tearing his mouth from hers, he bent and drew one hard peak into his mouth, gently biting the tip before suckling hard. He raised his head only to move to her other breast to repeat the torture, all while his hips thrust hard against hers.
When her cries rose in volume he recaptured her mouth, not wanting everyone in the other room to hear. They all knew what was happening, but he didn’t want Lindsay any more embarrassed than she already would be.
Tightening her legs around his waist Lindsay just held on and absorbed his thrusts, each one driving her higher and higher. She tried to free her mouth to take a deep breath, but he wouldn’t release her. Suddenly she was there and she went rigid and spasmed tightly around him. He swallowed her scream. Thrusting even deeper inside her, he groaned and went still as he found his own release.
Finally lifting his lips from hers he rested his forehead against the wall as they panted and waited for the world to stop spinning.
Hugging him, she tangled her fingers in his hair. “Nice to see you too honey.” She panted.
He chuckled breathlessly. Inhaling deeply he straightened and let her slide down until her feet touched the floor. Steadying her, making sure she could stand before he let her go, he reached down to pull up his pants.
“Sorry for attacking you as soon as you walked through the door.” He grinned a little sheepishly. “I guess I missed you even more than I thought. Plus, you look good enough to eat.” He leered at her as she retied her top, cleaned herself up and slid back into her jeans.
Looking in the mirror she shook her head. “When does your makeup crew get here?” Her hair actually looked fine – it hadn’t been touched – but her makeup was a mess.
He laughed. “They’re probably waiting for me now.” Pulling her back into his arms he kissed her lightly. “You look beautiful.”
“That’s just the afterglow talking. I look a mess.” She grimaced.
Linking their hands he headed for the door. Suddenly she stopped, remembering who was on the other side of it.
She slanted a look at Jon. “You know we’re never going to hear the end of this.”
He grimaced. “Yeah, I know. The best way to deal with them is to just ignore them. If you don’t react, they’ll give up.” Eventually.
Taking a deep breath she nodded and followed him into line of fire.
Chapter 53
Sitting on Jon’s lap, her head resting on his shoulder, his arms holding her loosely, she let the conversation flow around her not really paying any attention. She was still recovering from their intense interlude in the bathroom. Aside from a few knowing grins and winks as they took in her flushed face and swollen lips, the guys had been surprisingly restrained. The only comment came from Richie who looked at Jon and murmured. “Feel better now?” She wasn’t fooled though. She figured they were just saving it up for later.
She was brought back to awareness when Obie came in to talk to Jon. Their technical discussion meant nothing to her and she really wasn’t paying attention until she heard Jon’s comment.
“Okay, I’ll talk to Chad about it.”
Remembering who she thought she saw in the hallway she sat up and looked at Jon. “Was that Chad Kroeger I saw earlier?” He nodded. “You didn’t tell me Nickelback was playing with you!”
“You like them?” Tico asked.
She nodded enthusiastically. “I love them! I always thought they’d be great in concert, but I never had the opportunity to see them. This is going to be great!”
She started to sing.
I’m gonna trade this life
For fortune and fame
I’d even cut my hair
And change my name
‘Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We’ll all stay skinny ‘cause we just won’t eat
And we’ll hang out at the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger’s
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
“Anything in that sound familiar?” She teased.
“And I suppose you think that Chad is ‘cute’” David smirked.
“Cute? No…he’s HOT!” They all stared at her. “What? Can I help it if I have a thing for frontmen?” They guys laughed. She felt Jon stiffen and turned to him and smiled. “Just because I’m in love with you doesn’t mean I’m blind – anymore than you are.”
She kissed him lightly and he smiled. Turning back to the others she didn’t notice that the smile didn’t reach his eyes – but Richie did.
When it came time for the guys to dress, Lindsay, as usual when she was with them, played fashion consultant, pleasantly surprised with the additions that David had made to his wardrobe. “Yay David! That’s it! You’re finally getting it!” She teased him. She should have known better.
“Well, I guess that means both of us ‘got’ some today.” He commented with a straight face. Hers went up in flames.
While the guys were in makeup, after fixing her own, Lindsay wandered around checking out the stage, scoping for a good spot to watch the show from. Al, Richie’s guitar tech offered her a spot on the side of the stage, but she wanted to be out front where she could see everything. She finally found a spot between the ego ramp and the barricade on Hugh’s side of the stage. The crew assured her she wouldn’t be in anyone’s way and actually found a fold up stool for her to sit on. All set she head back to the dressing room to wait for the show to start.
“Where ya been honey?” Jon asked when she came through the door.
“Checking out the stage, finding a spot to watch the show from.” She answered. She looked at him and had to smile.
“What?” He asked
“I’ve never seen you up close in makeup before.” She chuckled. “You really are a pretty boy.”
He grimaced. “Not one of my favorite aspects of the business.”
The others came filing in.
“Hey Lindsay, where’d you disappear to?” Richie asked.
“Oh I went to check out the stage and scope a spot to watch from.” She replied.
He frowned. “I told Al to find you a spot on the side of the stage.”
“Oh he offered.” She assured him. “But I want to be out front where I can see everything.”
“So where are you going to be?” David asked.
“Security and the crew have set up a stool for me between the stage and the barricade by the ego ramp on Hugh’s side.” She answered. They snickered.
Hugh smiled. “Ok, now I know you’re a fan.”
“Why?” She was confused.
“Because someone in the business would refer to it as bass side or lead side or stage left or stage right. Only the fans refer to it as my side or Richie’s side.” He explained.
“Yeah, I keep thinking we should really mess them up by changing sides one night.” Richie mused. “And why aren’t you sitting on my side?”
“And get between you and the Richie girls? No thanks, I’d like to survive the night.” She shuddered. “And as for changing sides…you’d have quite a few of upset fans if you did that. You do know that there are some who purposely pick seats there, even if there are better ones on the other side, right?”
“Yeah. That’s why I’d like to do it once and see what they’d do.” He laughed.
Suddenly she heard a roar and a guitar scream into an intro. “Nickelback starting?” She asked looking at the clock. Jon nodded.
They sat just talking and goofing around until they heard the other band in the hallway on their way to their dressing rooms. Then she could feel the energy level of the room kick up a few notches. Sitting back she watched in fascination as they each went through their own little rituals to pump themselves up.
Walking down the hallway towards the stage Lindsay made sure she stayed behind Jon.
“What’s the matter Lindsay?” Tico asked noticing she was hanging back.
“I’m staying out of range.” She answered. At his confused look she motioned towards Jon. “From all the footage I’ve seen, this is the point where he likes to start hitting walls and stuff. I’m staying out of the way.” He laughed.
“Break a leg guys. I’ll see you after.” Giving Jon a quick kiss she all but ran to her seat out front. She wasn’t about to miss a minute of this. She’d been waiting a long time for this.
Chapter 54
She was having the time of her life. The guys were on fire and Jon’s voice was as strong as she’d ever heard it. The energy flowing back and forth between the stage and the crowd was palpable. Periodically Jon would come out on the ramp on her side or up to the front of the stage, look at her and wink. When he sang In These Arms – one off her favorites list – and crawled out onto the ramp towards her, she actually had to fight the urge to grab him and pull him off into her arms. By the end she was exhausted, she was sure that her voice was shot and that she’d never been more attracted to him. When they came out to take their bows, she headed back stage to meet them when they came off.
Yelling and high-fiveing each other, when they saw her they each in turn, picked her up and spun her around. By the time she got to Jon, who was last, she was laughing hard and a little dizzy. When Jon picked her up she wrapped her arms around his neck and captured his mouth with hers. Inhaling his musky, sweaty male scent she sighed in appreciation.
Chuckling he set her down and released her. “I’m all sweaty.”
“Mmmm hmm.” She agreed and licked his upper lip.
Sliding his arm around her shoulders he urged her down the hallway. “Why don’t we skip the after party and head straight back to the room?” He suggested with a grin.
She laughed. “You know you have to put in an appearance. Tell you what though. Why don’t we go, have one drink, you see who you have to see, and we’ll duck out early?”
“It’s a deal.” He agreed.
Reaching the dressing room she stopped. “I’ll wait out here. Let me know when everyone’s covered enough for me to come in.”
He frowned and looked up and down the hallway. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay out here?”
“I’m a big girl, I’ll be fine. Besides your security is roaming up and down the hall. If I need help I can just yell.” She pushed him into the room.
She was standing there leaning against the door frame when a man approached her. She recognized him as the lead guitarist of Nickelback, but, to be honest, she didn’t know his name.
“Hi there babe, I’m Ryan Peake.” He introduced himself.
Gritting her teeth at the “babe” comment, she forced a small smile. “Hi, I’m Lindsay.”
“You with them?” He gestured towards the door behind her.
“Yes.” She answered.
“How come I haven’t seen you around her before tonight?” He asked.
“Because I’ve been working. I’m on vacation this week.” She replied.
He frowned slightly. “You don’t sound like you’re from Jersey. You actually sound like you’re Canadian.”
She smiled a real smile. “That’s because I am. I’m originally from Ontario. I moved to Jersey almost a year ago.”
“Hey, a fellow Canuck!” He exclaimed.
They stood chatting for the next while, discussing where she’d visited in Alberta, which of their songs she liked, things they missed from home…that sort of thing. Lindsay didn’t realize she’d shifted and was actually leaning against the door until it opened suddenly behind her. Only Richie’s quick reflexes prevented her from ending up on the floor.
“Jesus Linds, are you okay?” He asked concerned as he helped her stand up again, nodding a greeting to Ryan.
“Yeah, thanks Rich, I didn’t realize I was leaning on the door.” She shook her head at her own foolishness.
“Well for all of our sakes, be more careful. If anything happened to you we’d both be on Jon’s shit list.” His words and tone were teasing, but the message in his eyes when he looked at Ryan was not. Ryan nodded. Message received.
“Are you guys ready?” Lindsay asked, missing the byplay between the two men.
Richie shook his head. “The rest of us are mostly dressed, but Jon’s still in the shower. But since that’s something you see on a regular basis, I figured you might as well come in and sit down while we wait.”
“Thanks.” She turned back to Ryan. “Nice talking to you Ryan. I’ll see you later I guess. I’m looking forward to meeting the rest of the band.”
“See you Lindsay.” Ryan replied and headed down the hallway.
Lindsay turned and entered the room, not noticing Richie frowning slightly.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Chapter 49
Lindsay stood outside the front door and watched as the bags were packed into the car. Come on Linds, hold it together. Don’t let him see how upset you are. You knew this was coming. It’s what he does. It’s who he is. Don’t make him feel guilty for it. No clinging. No tears. You can survive a few weeks without him.
As Jon walked towards her she forced her lips to curve into some semblance of a smile. “You sure you’ve got everything?”
“Yeah, I think so.” He replied. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a ring of keys and handed them to her. “I almost forgot to give you these though.” At her questioning look he explained. “They’re for the estate.” He paused. “I want you treat my house as yours. Come and go as you please. Use the gym, the hot tub, the Inn….whatever you want. Mrs. Henderson will cook for you if you want.”
She nodded and swallowed hard. “Thanks.”
The door behind her opened and Richie came walking out with a cookie in his mouth and a bagful in his hand. Jon shook his head at him. “I’m going to have to drag you to the gym with me or you’re never going to make it through the tour.”
“Well, if your woman wasn’t such a good cook, I wouldn’t have this problem…so actually it’s her fault.” He looked thoughtful for a minute. “Do you suppose they have support groups for cookie addictions?”
Jon laughed. “You don’t need any support, you need a treatment program!”
“Who said I wanted to be cured?” Richie retorted.
Lindsay was still laughing when Richie walked up to hug her goodbye. He could see the sadness in her eyes beneath the laughter. “Hang tough darlin’, he’ll be back before you know it.” He murmured.
“I know, but I’m going to miss him.” She murmured back.
“Move your ass Sambora. I don’t want to have to listen to David bitch the whole flight because we were late…and let go of my woman!” Jon urged Richie toward the car.
Wrapping her in his arms Jon just held her tight for a few minutes. Leaning back he searched her face as if he was memorizing every detail. He noticed the wetness shining in her eyes, but didn’t acknowledge it. Bending, he kissed her softly, but thoroughly.
“Now, you’ve got my schedule. I’ve marked on it which nights we’ll be home. I’ll let you know if Richie’s staying here or what his plans are. I’ll call you as often as I can. You can call me whenever you want. If I don’t answer, leave a message. If you need anything and can’t get me, call Janet. She can get a message through. If…”
Lindsay reached up and pressed her fingers to his lips, stopping his words. “Stop. We’ve been over all this. I’ll be fine. You go out there and make the fans happy.” She frowned. “And behave yourself at the after parties!”
He chuckled. “Don’t worry sweetheart. I may look, but you’re the only one I want to touch.”
“Now who’s making us late? I’m not taking the blame for this!” Richie hollered from the car winking at Lindsay.
Arms around each other they walked to the waiting car. Reaching it Jon pulled Lindsay into his arms and kissed her again.
“Bye honey. I’ll miss you. I’ll call you tonight.”
“Bye. Have a safe trip.” She smiled at him. “I’ll be here waiting for you when you get home.”
“There’s incentive.” He murmured against her mouth. Their lips clung for a moment.
“I love you.” He whispered.
“I love you too.” Sighing, she let him go.
She waved as the car pulled away. Taking a deep breath she turned back towards the house and wondered how she was going to fill the hours until he got back. Stop it! Don’t be such a ninny. You have always been a strong, independent woman. Just because you have a man doesn’t mean that changes. Now’s your chance to do all the things you haven’t had time to do. Stop the pity party and show that you’re worthy of him! Feeling more in control, she grabbed her purse, climbed into her car and headed for the office.
Chapter 50
Four and a half weeks later, Lindsay was working late trying to get a few cases cleaned up so that she could leave a little early the next day. Jon was coming home tomorrow night and she had a few preparations she wanted to make and she wanted to make sure she had time to take a nap so that she could stay awake until he got there. He’d only been home once since the tour started. She’d been sound asleep and he hadn’t wanted to wake her, and then she’d had to work the next morning, so their time together had been limited. She was determined that it not happen this time – especially since he’d had to cancel his last scheduled trip home due to interview scheduling problems.
She was deep into a report when her cell phone rang, startling her.
“Hello.”
“Hi honey.” He sounded tired.
Her face lit up. “Hey there. How are you?”
“Tired…missing you.” He answered.
“I miss you too. But you’ll be home tomorrow night.”
He hesitated. “Yeah, that’s part of the reason I’m calling.” He paused again.
She sighed, closed her eyes and leaned her head against the back of her chair. “You’re not coming home tomorrow are you?”
It was his turn to sigh. “I’m sorry sweetie. The record company wants us to do a local early morning radio show the day after tomorrow, and there’s just no time to make the trip home.” Another pause. “Please don’t be mad. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“I’m not mad. I’m just disappointed. I’m at the office working late so that I could leave early tomorrow. I had plans for us. I was even going to take a nap so that I would be awake when you got here.” She fought to keep her voice light.
“Plans huh. What kind of plans?” His voice turned husky.
“It was a surprise, and it’s a good one, so I guess I’ll just have to save it until you get home - especially since you just promised to make it up to me.” She teased him. Gotcha! She made a mental note to add a few things to the agenda.
He groaned. “Why do I get the feeling I better make sure I sleep all the way home?”
She chuckled. “That’s probably a good idea…after all it will be Valentine’s Day....unless your schedule changes again.”
“It won’t. I promise. I will be there Valentine’s Day.” He sounded determined. “I’m not missing that one.”
He kept his promise.
Lindsay stood in the middle of Jon’s bedroom and looked around making sure she had everything ready. Jon had called from the airport and would be home any minute. Richie was visiting his mother tonight, so they would have the house to themselves. Walking into the adjoining bathroom she checked her preparations there. Assessing her appearance in the mirror she blew out a nervous breath. The lingerie she was wearing was very similar to the one he bought her for Christmas, but in red in honour of the occasion. She felt like a teenager waiting for her first date to arrive.
Hearing a car in the driveway she turned out the light and returned to the bedroom. Both rooms were lit only by the many candles she had strategically placed throughout, bathing everything in a soft glow. Music played softly in the background. Facing the doorway, she waited.
Walking in the door, Jon dropped his bag and looked around, expecting Lindsay to be waiting for him. His disappointment quickly transformed to anticipation when he saw the trail of rose petals leading up the stairs. Grinning, already feeling the first tingles of arousal, he followed them. Arriving at the doorway to his bedroom he stepped over the threshold and every muscle in his body froze. His lungs seized. As she walked towards him his eyes licked over every inch of her in appreciation.
“Welcome home honey.” She murmured, her voice sultry. Taking advantage of his state she started slowly unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it out of his pants and easing it off of his shoulders. Mesmerized, he just stood there and watched her. Tracing her fingers lightly down his chest she slid them under his waist band and smiled when he sucked in his breath – and his stomach. Undoing the button and sliding down the zipper of his tight jeans she pushed them over his hips and down his legs. She was careful not to touch him with anything but the lightest touch. She had a long night planned.
When she had him completely naked she took his hand and led him to the bed. Blinking, he tried to pull her close, but she resisted. “Do you remember when you promised to make it up to me for not getting home the last two times?” She asked softly. He nodded. “Well, I know what I’d like you to do.” He raised a brow at her. “Lay down on the bed for me.” When he complied, she reached out and picked up two silk scarves she had left on the bedside table. Climbing on the bed she straddled his lower chest. Showing him the scarves she saw awareness of what she intended register on his face. “Do you trust me?” She challenged him.
He hesitated briefly, searching her eyes, then slowly raised his arms above his head. “With my life” He answered.
Leaning forward she tied each wrist to the headboard with a scarf. Plumping up another pillow she placed it under his head. “Comfortable?” He nodded. Sliding off him she reached for two much longer scarves and tied his ankles to the footboard.
He smiled at the expression on her face as she surveyed her handiwork. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”
“Not yet, but I plan to.” She answered with a grin. Disappearing into the bathroom she returned with a bottle of champagne and two flutes.
Watching her struggle with the cork he chuckled. “I’d help you, but…” he gestured with his bound hands.
With a loud pop, the cork flew across the room and she smiled in triumph. Filling both glasses half full she set the bottle down. Picking one up she climbed on the bed and sat near his head sliding an arm under his shoulders to help raise him up so that he could drink.
Taking a sip he licked his lips and gazed at her. “So, this is what you had planned?”
She smiled and nodded. “Originally, yes, but I’ve added a few things since then.”
He closed his eyes and groaned. “Am I going to survive it?”
She laughed low and husky. “I certainly hope so.”
When they’d finished that glass of champagne she stood up again. “Do you know what goes with Valentine’s Day?” She asked him
“Well, we’ve got champagne, I followed the roses up here, and you’ve got my heart, so I guess that leaves...” He saw her pick up a jar. “….chocolate.” Her grin turned lecherous. “What is that?” He asked a little warily. He had visions of hot sauce which would not be very comfortable.
“Relax, it’s just chocolate icing.” She dipped her finger in the jar and offered it to him.
Knowing what he was in for he tried to even the playing field a little by slowly sucking the sweet icing from her skin, swirling his tongue around her finger and scraping his teeth lightly along the sensitive edges gratified to see her eyes dilate in response.
Straddling him again she set the jar of icing beside her and began to caress him with her hands. Reaching up she started at his wrists, stroking down his inner arms lightly, teasingly. When she got close to his armpits he twitched. He was ticklish. Smiling she touched him more firmly as she moved to his collar bone. Spreading her fingers wide she stroked his chest, tangling her fingers in his fur, tugging gently. Glancing at his face she saw that he had closed his eyes and was just enjoying her touch.
Leaning forward she smoothed his eyebrows with a fingertip, traced the slope of his nose and the shape of his mouth. He murmured approvingly. Replacing her finger with her tongue she traced his lips with the tip. When he opened them in invitation she dipped in to taste him briefly. Sitting up again she reached for the icing. Scooping up a bit with her finger she once again traced his mouth, this time leaving a trail of chocolate. Switching back to her tongue again she licked him clean, sucking on his lips to make sure she got it all. Unable to help herself she swept her tongue deep into his mouth, tangling it with his and letting him taste the chocolate too. They were both breathing hard by the time she could bring herself to break the kiss.
Sitting up she surveyed his chest. Reaching out, she picked up the other champagne flute. Glancing up she watched his face as she poured the bubbly fluid in a line down the centre of his chest. Setting the glass aside she used her hands to spread it all over. Bending over she began to lick and suck reveling in the mixtures of tastes – the cool sweet wine, and the warm musky man. Picking up the icing, she spread a finger full over each male nipple, taking care to cover them evenly, smiling as he groaned. Delicately flicking the hardened tip with her tongue she felt him stiffen beneath her. When she finally used her lips and mouth to suck up the chocolate his back arched in response.
“God Lindsay, hurry up!” He ground out between clenched teeth. She shook her head. “I said I’d make it up to you, not that you could torture me!”
Chuckling she slid further down so that she was now straddling his thighs. Once again she reached for the glass and poured the remainder of the champagne over his lower abdomen. Her mouth slowly roamed sucking up the fluid pausing for a moment at the puddle in his navel. At the same time her hands slid up and down his hips and thighs, carefully avoiding where he most wanted to feel her touch.
He was now moaning and beads of sweat had started to form on his upper lip. God, how she loved seeing him like this, knowing that she had brought him to this state of need! And set about ratcheting it up a notch.
Sliding her hand between her thighs she pulled the snaps of her teddy open, then slowly lifted the silk up and off of her body.
Picking up the jar of icing once again, she scooped up a large fingerful and set the jar aside. Glancing at his face she saw him watching her with eyes glazed with hunger. Looking down, with her empty hand she traced one finger down the underside of his shaft, amazed as always at the velvety softness of his most sensitive skin. Gripping him firmly at the base she held him upright and covered the entire knob with icing taking care that coverage was complete.
“Sugar, please! I can’t take much more!” He rasped.
The tip of her tongue cleaned a path across the top of the head. His arms jerked and his hips bucked in reflex. Looking up in surprise at the violence of his reaction she met his gaze.
“You’re going to be tasting a whole lot more than that if you don’t hurry!” He warned her, panting.
She smiled and relented. Taking him deep into her mouth she swirled her tongue around him and sucked the remaining icing from his skin - lightly as she wanted him inside her when he climaxed. He shuddered as he fought for control. When she was sure she had removed all the icing she sat up, raised up on her knees and impaled herself on him. Bracing her hands on his abdomen she started to move, rocking on him. His hips bucked against her, matching her rhythm. Her ministrations to his body had aroused her almost as much as they had him. It took mere minutes before they both shattered, their cries of pleasure echoing throughout the room.
Spent, Lindsay collapsed on his chest gasping for breath, listening to his heart pounding beneath her ear. When she had caught her breath sufficiently to move, she climbed off him and headed to the bathroom.
“Hey, aren’t you going to untie me?” He called, still breathless.
He heard water running in the bathtub and smiled, having a pretty good idea of what was next on the evening’s agenda.
Exiting the bathroom she approached the bed and untied first the scarves anchoring his ankles, then his wrists. As he sat up and rolled his shoulders to ease the muscles she frowned in concern.
“Are you alright?” She felt horrible that she might have caused him pain.
Seeing her look he reassured her. “I’m fine, just tight muscles.”
Picking up a glass and the bottle of champagne, she held her hand out to him. “I can help with that.”
Taking her hand and obediently following her into the bathroom he was amazed at the effect she had achieved. Candles were set around the gently steaming tub, their flickering light reflected by the bubbles that covered the water’s surface. A faint aroma of vanilla filled the air. Stepping into the water, she tugged on his hand.
“You’re all sticky. We need to get you cleaned up….and ease those tight muscles.” she purred.
Motioning him to sit in front of her, she drew her knees up on either side of his hips and pulled on his shoulders so that his back rested against her. Taking a sponge she gently scrubbed his chest and arms. He sighed in appreciation. Setting aside the sponge she moved her hands to his shoulders to massage the muscles made tight from being in one position for so long. Digging in her thumbs to release the knots she felt him relax more completely against her.
“Mmmm, sugar, you have magic hands. Maybe I should bring you out on the road as my masseuse.” He groaned as she found another knot and released it.
When his shoulders were loose again, she picked up the sponge and continued to bathe him sliding her hands down and around his waist, smiling when she realized that while her massage had softened some muscles, it had hardened another. Licking his earlobe and sucking it lightly, she stroked him, first with the sponge, then with her fingers.
Groaning, his hand came up to cup the back of her head. Urging her forward he turned until he could reach her lips and devour her mouth. Sitting up he grabbed her arm and pulled her around until she was sitting in front of him. Cupping her breasts he kneaded them before pulling gently on the taut peaks.
Leaning back against him she gave him access to her body – which he quickly took advantage of. His lips found the hollow beneath her ear and nuzzled there, sending shivers throughout her body. His hands stroked down her belly and over her thighs, gripping them and lifting until her knees bent and she was fully open to him. One hand returned to fondle her breast while the other traced more sensitive flesh. His only regret was that the bath water prevented him from fully feeling her response. Probing her with a gentle finger he listened to her laboured breathing and breathy moans.
“Mmmm, Oh God, Jon.”
Smiling, his finger delved deeper and stroked her inside, causing her to cry out.
“JON! Mmmmm, please!”
“Please what?” He growled in her ear.
“It’s not enough. I need more…I need you!” She begged rocking her hips against his erection behind her and his hand in front of her.
Control breaking he removed his hand, grasped her hips, lifted her and let her slowly slide down his shaft until he was fully buried. Wrapping his arms around her he slowly rocked against her, rocked into her over and over, their strangled moans and sloshing water the only sounds in the room. Suddenly he felt her clench around him and with a shout he joined her in paradise.
When he could breathe again and he was sure his heart wasn’t going to explode, he looked down through slitted eyes at the woman in his arms. Squeezing her gently he kissed her temple.
“You do pretty well at celebrating holidays yourself sweetheart.” He observed. She just smiled.
Chapter 51
“So my flight gets in about 3 if everything’s on time. With luck I’ll be at the hotel by 4. What time are you guys heading for the arena?” Lindsay cradled the phone between ear and shoulder as she continued packing.
“About 5, I think, unless Obie gets anal about the sound check. I’ll have someone pick you up at the airport. Hey man.” Jon answered.
She blinked, confused for a moment, then understood. “Richie just walk in?” She asked.
He chuckled. “Yeah, and he wants to know if you’re bringing cookies.”
“Geez, that man is worse than the kids!” She laughed. “Tell him they’re already packed. But if I don’t get off the phone I won’t be!”
“So…you’d have to be naked a lot of the time?” He sounded hopeful.
“You wish!” She retorted “No, it would mean I’d miss my flight.”
“Ok, ok, I’ll let you go so you’ll be ready. See you soon honey. I love you.”
“I love you too Jon. I’ll see you this afternoon.” Lindsay answered.
Hanging up the phone with an impatient sigh Jon turned to see Richie watching him intently. “What?”
“You’re really in love with her aren’t you?” He asked quietly.
“Yeah, I am. She makes me feel…..” And the man who could write love songs that made women around the world weep couldn’t find the words to describe his own feelings. “I don’t know….like I want to be a better man for her. She gets me like no woman has – even Dorothea. When I come home she’s always excited to see me. She makes me feel welcome….wanted…..needed. I want her around all the time. I want to be the centre of her life. I never liked clinging women, but I wish she would cling just a little.” He shrugged and blushed and prepared for a smart ass reaction. He didn’t get it.
Richie just nodded. “I envy you bro. She’s wonderful. As for the clinging. I have a feeling she holds back because she thinks that’s what you want…what she has to do to maintain the independence she needs to survive your absences – and this.” He waved a hand to indicate their whole lifestyle.
Jon nodded. “I know, and normally, I’d agree.” He sighed. “With her it’s…..different.”
“You going to marry her?” Richie asked, curious.
Jon hesitated. “I don’t know. I don’t know if I want to go through that again. I thought Dorothea was everything I needed and we were going to be together forever. I obviously wasn’t enough for her. What if I can’t be for Lindsay either?”
Exiting from baggage claim pulling her suitcase behind her, Lindsay looked around for whoever was supposed to pick her up. She was not a happy camper. Her plane was delayed an hour and now she probably wouldn’t get to see Jon before they left for the arena.
“Miss Chandler?” A voice asked behind her. Turning she saw Jack, a young BJM staffer she’d met once.
“Hi Jack. Please call me Lindsay. So you got the short straw today eh?” She smiled.
Taking her suitcase from her hand he laughed. “It’s not a hardship. I’m happy to do it.” He hesitated. “Besides, Jon’s bouncing off the walls today acting like a storm looking to break. I’d just as soon not be there when he does.” He smiled ruefully. “I figure bringing you to him will get me in his good books for awhile.”
She laughed. She knew he didn’t really mean to make Jon sound like a tyrant, but she also knew Jon was a perfectionist and could be difficult when things didn’t go the way he wanted them to.
Entering the hotel Lindsay hesitated. She knew that these high end hotels usually had someone who dealt specifically with the celebrities that stayed there, but didn’t know how to explain who she was and make them believe her. She guessed she’d have to wait until Jack brought her luggage in.
“Miss Chandler?” Surprised, she turned to the uniformed man standing in front of her. “My name is Frank. I’m the VIP liaison. If you would like to come with me, I’ll show you to your room.”
“You know who I am?” She had to ask. As Jack joined them, they headed for the elevators.
He actually blushed as he nodded. “My wife is a fan of the band’s. When she found out that they were staying here she insisted on showing me pictures of everyone she could that were connected to them so that I would recognize them. When I was informed that someone was joining them…specifically him today, I figured it was you, so I’ve been watching for you.”
“Good work.” She complimented him, impressed at his – and his wife’s initiative. “Have they left already then?”
He nodded. “About 20 minutes ago. Here you go.” Opening the door to the suite he held it while she and Jack entered and handed her the key. “If you need anything, just call.”
“Thanks Frank.” She went to tip him, but he refused.
“My wife would kill me.” He assured her as he left.
Lindsay laughed. Turning to Jack, she grabbed her suitcase. “Just give me ten minutes.” And headed for the bedroom.
Jack looked up as she re-entered the sitting room ten minutes later and couldn’t help but whistle.
She chuckled. “So I look okay then?” The tight jeans hugged her hips and butt, and the halter style top showed enough skin to be sexy, but not enough to be slutty.
“Remind me not to be between you and Jon when he sees you.” He grinned.
As Jon walked towards her she forced her lips to curve into some semblance of a smile. “You sure you’ve got everything?”
“Yeah, I think so.” He replied. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a ring of keys and handed them to her. “I almost forgot to give you these though.” At her questioning look he explained. “They’re for the estate.” He paused. “I want you treat my house as yours. Come and go as you please. Use the gym, the hot tub, the Inn….whatever you want. Mrs. Henderson will cook for you if you want.”
She nodded and swallowed hard. “Thanks.”
The door behind her opened and Richie came walking out with a cookie in his mouth and a bagful in his hand. Jon shook his head at him. “I’m going to have to drag you to the gym with me or you’re never going to make it through the tour.”
“Well, if your woman wasn’t such a good cook, I wouldn’t have this problem…so actually it’s her fault.” He looked thoughtful for a minute. “Do you suppose they have support groups for cookie addictions?”
Jon laughed. “You don’t need any support, you need a treatment program!”
“Who said I wanted to be cured?” Richie retorted.
Lindsay was still laughing when Richie walked up to hug her goodbye. He could see the sadness in her eyes beneath the laughter. “Hang tough darlin’, he’ll be back before you know it.” He murmured.
“I know, but I’m going to miss him.” She murmured back.
“Move your ass Sambora. I don’t want to have to listen to David bitch the whole flight because we were late…and let go of my woman!” Jon urged Richie toward the car.
Wrapping her in his arms Jon just held her tight for a few minutes. Leaning back he searched her face as if he was memorizing every detail. He noticed the wetness shining in her eyes, but didn’t acknowledge it. Bending, he kissed her softly, but thoroughly.
“Now, you’ve got my schedule. I’ve marked on it which nights we’ll be home. I’ll let you know if Richie’s staying here or what his plans are. I’ll call you as often as I can. You can call me whenever you want. If I don’t answer, leave a message. If you need anything and can’t get me, call Janet. She can get a message through. If…”
Lindsay reached up and pressed her fingers to his lips, stopping his words. “Stop. We’ve been over all this. I’ll be fine. You go out there and make the fans happy.” She frowned. “And behave yourself at the after parties!”
He chuckled. “Don’t worry sweetheart. I may look, but you’re the only one I want to touch.”
“Now who’s making us late? I’m not taking the blame for this!” Richie hollered from the car winking at Lindsay.
Arms around each other they walked to the waiting car. Reaching it Jon pulled Lindsay into his arms and kissed her again.
“Bye honey. I’ll miss you. I’ll call you tonight.”
“Bye. Have a safe trip.” She smiled at him. “I’ll be here waiting for you when you get home.”
“There’s incentive.” He murmured against her mouth. Their lips clung for a moment.
“I love you.” He whispered.
“I love you too.” Sighing, she let him go.
She waved as the car pulled away. Taking a deep breath she turned back towards the house and wondered how she was going to fill the hours until he got back. Stop it! Don’t be such a ninny. You have always been a strong, independent woman. Just because you have a man doesn’t mean that changes. Now’s your chance to do all the things you haven’t had time to do. Stop the pity party and show that you’re worthy of him! Feeling more in control, she grabbed her purse, climbed into her car and headed for the office.
Chapter 50
Four and a half weeks later, Lindsay was working late trying to get a few cases cleaned up so that she could leave a little early the next day. Jon was coming home tomorrow night and she had a few preparations she wanted to make and she wanted to make sure she had time to take a nap so that she could stay awake until he got there. He’d only been home once since the tour started. She’d been sound asleep and he hadn’t wanted to wake her, and then she’d had to work the next morning, so their time together had been limited. She was determined that it not happen this time – especially since he’d had to cancel his last scheduled trip home due to interview scheduling problems.
She was deep into a report when her cell phone rang, startling her.
“Hello.”
“Hi honey.” He sounded tired.
Her face lit up. “Hey there. How are you?”
“Tired…missing you.” He answered.
“I miss you too. But you’ll be home tomorrow night.”
He hesitated. “Yeah, that’s part of the reason I’m calling.” He paused again.
She sighed, closed her eyes and leaned her head against the back of her chair. “You’re not coming home tomorrow are you?”
It was his turn to sigh. “I’m sorry sweetie. The record company wants us to do a local early morning radio show the day after tomorrow, and there’s just no time to make the trip home.” Another pause. “Please don’t be mad. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“I’m not mad. I’m just disappointed. I’m at the office working late so that I could leave early tomorrow. I had plans for us. I was even going to take a nap so that I would be awake when you got here.” She fought to keep her voice light.
“Plans huh. What kind of plans?” His voice turned husky.
“It was a surprise, and it’s a good one, so I guess I’ll just have to save it until you get home - especially since you just promised to make it up to me.” She teased him. Gotcha! She made a mental note to add a few things to the agenda.
He groaned. “Why do I get the feeling I better make sure I sleep all the way home?”
She chuckled. “That’s probably a good idea…after all it will be Valentine’s Day....unless your schedule changes again.”
“It won’t. I promise. I will be there Valentine’s Day.” He sounded determined. “I’m not missing that one.”
He kept his promise.
Lindsay stood in the middle of Jon’s bedroom and looked around making sure she had everything ready. Jon had called from the airport and would be home any minute. Richie was visiting his mother tonight, so they would have the house to themselves. Walking into the adjoining bathroom she checked her preparations there. Assessing her appearance in the mirror she blew out a nervous breath. The lingerie she was wearing was very similar to the one he bought her for Christmas, but in red in honour of the occasion. She felt like a teenager waiting for her first date to arrive.
Hearing a car in the driveway she turned out the light and returned to the bedroom. Both rooms were lit only by the many candles she had strategically placed throughout, bathing everything in a soft glow. Music played softly in the background. Facing the doorway, she waited.
Walking in the door, Jon dropped his bag and looked around, expecting Lindsay to be waiting for him. His disappointment quickly transformed to anticipation when he saw the trail of rose petals leading up the stairs. Grinning, already feeling the first tingles of arousal, he followed them. Arriving at the doorway to his bedroom he stepped over the threshold and every muscle in his body froze. His lungs seized. As she walked towards him his eyes licked over every inch of her in appreciation.
“Welcome home honey.” She murmured, her voice sultry. Taking advantage of his state she started slowly unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it out of his pants and easing it off of his shoulders. Mesmerized, he just stood there and watched her. Tracing her fingers lightly down his chest she slid them under his waist band and smiled when he sucked in his breath – and his stomach. Undoing the button and sliding down the zipper of his tight jeans she pushed them over his hips and down his legs. She was careful not to touch him with anything but the lightest touch. She had a long night planned.
When she had him completely naked she took his hand and led him to the bed. Blinking, he tried to pull her close, but she resisted. “Do you remember when you promised to make it up to me for not getting home the last two times?” She asked softly. He nodded. “Well, I know what I’d like you to do.” He raised a brow at her. “Lay down on the bed for me.” When he complied, she reached out and picked up two silk scarves she had left on the bedside table. Climbing on the bed she straddled his lower chest. Showing him the scarves she saw awareness of what she intended register on his face. “Do you trust me?” She challenged him.
He hesitated briefly, searching her eyes, then slowly raised his arms above his head. “With my life” He answered.
Leaning forward she tied each wrist to the headboard with a scarf. Plumping up another pillow she placed it under his head. “Comfortable?” He nodded. Sliding off him she reached for two much longer scarves and tied his ankles to the footboard.
He smiled at the expression on her face as she surveyed her handiwork. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”
“Not yet, but I plan to.” She answered with a grin. Disappearing into the bathroom she returned with a bottle of champagne and two flutes.
Watching her struggle with the cork he chuckled. “I’d help you, but…” he gestured with his bound hands.
With a loud pop, the cork flew across the room and she smiled in triumph. Filling both glasses half full she set the bottle down. Picking one up she climbed on the bed and sat near his head sliding an arm under his shoulders to help raise him up so that he could drink.
Taking a sip he licked his lips and gazed at her. “So, this is what you had planned?”
She smiled and nodded. “Originally, yes, but I’ve added a few things since then.”
He closed his eyes and groaned. “Am I going to survive it?”
She laughed low and husky. “I certainly hope so.”
When they’d finished that glass of champagne she stood up again. “Do you know what goes with Valentine’s Day?” She asked him
“Well, we’ve got champagne, I followed the roses up here, and you’ve got my heart, so I guess that leaves...” He saw her pick up a jar. “….chocolate.” Her grin turned lecherous. “What is that?” He asked a little warily. He had visions of hot sauce which would not be very comfortable.
“Relax, it’s just chocolate icing.” She dipped her finger in the jar and offered it to him.
Knowing what he was in for he tried to even the playing field a little by slowly sucking the sweet icing from her skin, swirling his tongue around her finger and scraping his teeth lightly along the sensitive edges gratified to see her eyes dilate in response.
Straddling him again she set the jar of icing beside her and began to caress him with her hands. Reaching up she started at his wrists, stroking down his inner arms lightly, teasingly. When she got close to his armpits he twitched. He was ticklish. Smiling she touched him more firmly as she moved to his collar bone. Spreading her fingers wide she stroked his chest, tangling her fingers in his fur, tugging gently. Glancing at his face she saw that he had closed his eyes and was just enjoying her touch.
Leaning forward she smoothed his eyebrows with a fingertip, traced the slope of his nose and the shape of his mouth. He murmured approvingly. Replacing her finger with her tongue she traced his lips with the tip. When he opened them in invitation she dipped in to taste him briefly. Sitting up again she reached for the icing. Scooping up a bit with her finger she once again traced his mouth, this time leaving a trail of chocolate. Switching back to her tongue again she licked him clean, sucking on his lips to make sure she got it all. Unable to help herself she swept her tongue deep into his mouth, tangling it with his and letting him taste the chocolate too. They were both breathing hard by the time she could bring herself to break the kiss.
Sitting up she surveyed his chest. Reaching out, she picked up the other champagne flute. Glancing up she watched his face as she poured the bubbly fluid in a line down the centre of his chest. Setting the glass aside she used her hands to spread it all over. Bending over she began to lick and suck reveling in the mixtures of tastes – the cool sweet wine, and the warm musky man. Picking up the icing, she spread a finger full over each male nipple, taking care to cover them evenly, smiling as he groaned. Delicately flicking the hardened tip with her tongue she felt him stiffen beneath her. When she finally used her lips and mouth to suck up the chocolate his back arched in response.
“God Lindsay, hurry up!” He ground out between clenched teeth. She shook her head. “I said I’d make it up to you, not that you could torture me!”
Chuckling she slid further down so that she was now straddling his thighs. Once again she reached for the glass and poured the remainder of the champagne over his lower abdomen. Her mouth slowly roamed sucking up the fluid pausing for a moment at the puddle in his navel. At the same time her hands slid up and down his hips and thighs, carefully avoiding where he most wanted to feel her touch.
He was now moaning and beads of sweat had started to form on his upper lip. God, how she loved seeing him like this, knowing that she had brought him to this state of need! And set about ratcheting it up a notch.
Sliding her hand between her thighs she pulled the snaps of her teddy open, then slowly lifted the silk up and off of her body.
Picking up the jar of icing once again, she scooped up a large fingerful and set the jar aside. Glancing at his face she saw him watching her with eyes glazed with hunger. Looking down, with her empty hand she traced one finger down the underside of his shaft, amazed as always at the velvety softness of his most sensitive skin. Gripping him firmly at the base she held him upright and covered the entire knob with icing taking care that coverage was complete.
“Sugar, please! I can’t take much more!” He rasped.
The tip of her tongue cleaned a path across the top of the head. His arms jerked and his hips bucked in reflex. Looking up in surprise at the violence of his reaction she met his gaze.
“You’re going to be tasting a whole lot more than that if you don’t hurry!” He warned her, panting.
She smiled and relented. Taking him deep into her mouth she swirled her tongue around him and sucked the remaining icing from his skin - lightly as she wanted him inside her when he climaxed. He shuddered as he fought for control. When she was sure she had removed all the icing she sat up, raised up on her knees and impaled herself on him. Bracing her hands on his abdomen she started to move, rocking on him. His hips bucked against her, matching her rhythm. Her ministrations to his body had aroused her almost as much as they had him. It took mere minutes before they both shattered, their cries of pleasure echoing throughout the room.
Spent, Lindsay collapsed on his chest gasping for breath, listening to his heart pounding beneath her ear. When she had caught her breath sufficiently to move, she climbed off him and headed to the bathroom.
“Hey, aren’t you going to untie me?” He called, still breathless.
He heard water running in the bathtub and smiled, having a pretty good idea of what was next on the evening’s agenda.
Exiting the bathroom she approached the bed and untied first the scarves anchoring his ankles, then his wrists. As he sat up and rolled his shoulders to ease the muscles she frowned in concern.
“Are you alright?” She felt horrible that she might have caused him pain.
Seeing her look he reassured her. “I’m fine, just tight muscles.”
Picking up a glass and the bottle of champagne, she held her hand out to him. “I can help with that.”
Taking her hand and obediently following her into the bathroom he was amazed at the effect she had achieved. Candles were set around the gently steaming tub, their flickering light reflected by the bubbles that covered the water’s surface. A faint aroma of vanilla filled the air. Stepping into the water, she tugged on his hand.
“You’re all sticky. We need to get you cleaned up….and ease those tight muscles.” she purred.
Motioning him to sit in front of her, she drew her knees up on either side of his hips and pulled on his shoulders so that his back rested against her. Taking a sponge she gently scrubbed his chest and arms. He sighed in appreciation. Setting aside the sponge she moved her hands to his shoulders to massage the muscles made tight from being in one position for so long. Digging in her thumbs to release the knots she felt him relax more completely against her.
“Mmmm, sugar, you have magic hands. Maybe I should bring you out on the road as my masseuse.” He groaned as she found another knot and released it.
When his shoulders were loose again, she picked up the sponge and continued to bathe him sliding her hands down and around his waist, smiling when she realized that while her massage had softened some muscles, it had hardened another. Licking his earlobe and sucking it lightly, she stroked him, first with the sponge, then with her fingers.
Groaning, his hand came up to cup the back of her head. Urging her forward he turned until he could reach her lips and devour her mouth. Sitting up he grabbed her arm and pulled her around until she was sitting in front of him. Cupping her breasts he kneaded them before pulling gently on the taut peaks.
Leaning back against him she gave him access to her body – which he quickly took advantage of. His lips found the hollow beneath her ear and nuzzled there, sending shivers throughout her body. His hands stroked down her belly and over her thighs, gripping them and lifting until her knees bent and she was fully open to him. One hand returned to fondle her breast while the other traced more sensitive flesh. His only regret was that the bath water prevented him from fully feeling her response. Probing her with a gentle finger he listened to her laboured breathing and breathy moans.
“Mmmm, Oh God, Jon.”
Smiling, his finger delved deeper and stroked her inside, causing her to cry out.
“JON! Mmmmm, please!”
“Please what?” He growled in her ear.
“It’s not enough. I need more…I need you!” She begged rocking her hips against his erection behind her and his hand in front of her.
Control breaking he removed his hand, grasped her hips, lifted her and let her slowly slide down his shaft until he was fully buried. Wrapping his arms around her he slowly rocked against her, rocked into her over and over, their strangled moans and sloshing water the only sounds in the room. Suddenly he felt her clench around him and with a shout he joined her in paradise.
When he could breathe again and he was sure his heart wasn’t going to explode, he looked down through slitted eyes at the woman in his arms. Squeezing her gently he kissed her temple.
“You do pretty well at celebrating holidays yourself sweetheart.” He observed. She just smiled.
Chapter 51
“So my flight gets in about 3 if everything’s on time. With luck I’ll be at the hotel by 4. What time are you guys heading for the arena?” Lindsay cradled the phone between ear and shoulder as she continued packing.
“About 5, I think, unless Obie gets anal about the sound check. I’ll have someone pick you up at the airport. Hey man.” Jon answered.
She blinked, confused for a moment, then understood. “Richie just walk in?” She asked.
He chuckled. “Yeah, and he wants to know if you’re bringing cookies.”
“Geez, that man is worse than the kids!” She laughed. “Tell him they’re already packed. But if I don’t get off the phone I won’t be!”
“So…you’d have to be naked a lot of the time?” He sounded hopeful.
“You wish!” She retorted “No, it would mean I’d miss my flight.”
“Ok, ok, I’ll let you go so you’ll be ready. See you soon honey. I love you.”
“I love you too Jon. I’ll see you this afternoon.” Lindsay answered.
Hanging up the phone with an impatient sigh Jon turned to see Richie watching him intently. “What?”
“You’re really in love with her aren’t you?” He asked quietly.
“Yeah, I am. She makes me feel…..” And the man who could write love songs that made women around the world weep couldn’t find the words to describe his own feelings. “I don’t know….like I want to be a better man for her. She gets me like no woman has – even Dorothea. When I come home she’s always excited to see me. She makes me feel welcome….wanted…..needed. I want her around all the time. I want to be the centre of her life. I never liked clinging women, but I wish she would cling just a little.” He shrugged and blushed and prepared for a smart ass reaction. He didn’t get it.
Richie just nodded. “I envy you bro. She’s wonderful. As for the clinging. I have a feeling she holds back because she thinks that’s what you want…what she has to do to maintain the independence she needs to survive your absences – and this.” He waved a hand to indicate their whole lifestyle.
Jon nodded. “I know, and normally, I’d agree.” He sighed. “With her it’s…..different.”
“You going to marry her?” Richie asked, curious.
Jon hesitated. “I don’t know. I don’t know if I want to go through that again. I thought Dorothea was everything I needed and we were going to be together forever. I obviously wasn’t enough for her. What if I can’t be for Lindsay either?”
Exiting from baggage claim pulling her suitcase behind her, Lindsay looked around for whoever was supposed to pick her up. She was not a happy camper. Her plane was delayed an hour and now she probably wouldn’t get to see Jon before they left for the arena.
“Miss Chandler?” A voice asked behind her. Turning she saw Jack, a young BJM staffer she’d met once.
“Hi Jack. Please call me Lindsay. So you got the short straw today eh?” She smiled.
Taking her suitcase from her hand he laughed. “It’s not a hardship. I’m happy to do it.” He hesitated. “Besides, Jon’s bouncing off the walls today acting like a storm looking to break. I’d just as soon not be there when he does.” He smiled ruefully. “I figure bringing you to him will get me in his good books for awhile.”
She laughed. She knew he didn’t really mean to make Jon sound like a tyrant, but she also knew Jon was a perfectionist and could be difficult when things didn’t go the way he wanted them to.
Entering the hotel Lindsay hesitated. She knew that these high end hotels usually had someone who dealt specifically with the celebrities that stayed there, but didn’t know how to explain who she was and make them believe her. She guessed she’d have to wait until Jack brought her luggage in.
“Miss Chandler?” Surprised, she turned to the uniformed man standing in front of her. “My name is Frank. I’m the VIP liaison. If you would like to come with me, I’ll show you to your room.”
“You know who I am?” She had to ask. As Jack joined them, they headed for the elevators.
He actually blushed as he nodded. “My wife is a fan of the band’s. When she found out that they were staying here she insisted on showing me pictures of everyone she could that were connected to them so that I would recognize them. When I was informed that someone was joining them…specifically him today, I figured it was you, so I’ve been watching for you.”
“Good work.” She complimented him, impressed at his – and his wife’s initiative. “Have they left already then?”
He nodded. “About 20 minutes ago. Here you go.” Opening the door to the suite he held it while she and Jack entered and handed her the key. “If you need anything, just call.”
“Thanks Frank.” She went to tip him, but he refused.
“My wife would kill me.” He assured her as he left.
Lindsay laughed. Turning to Jack, she grabbed her suitcase. “Just give me ten minutes.” And headed for the bedroom.
Jack looked up as she re-entered the sitting room ten minutes later and couldn’t help but whistle.
She chuckled. “So I look okay then?” The tight jeans hugged her hips and butt, and the halter style top showed enough skin to be sexy, but not enough to be slutty.
“Remind me not to be between you and Jon when he sees you.” He grinned.
Chapter 46
Lindsay woke up early the next morning. Sliding out from under Jon’s arm, careful not to wake him she headed for the shower. Emerging from the bathroom she quickly dressed and approached the bed. Sitting on the edge, she smoothed a lock of hair off his forehead and smiled at how angelic he looked sleeping there, slumped on his stomach, only one eye visible. Leaning down she kissed him gently to wake him.
“Mmmm.” His arm snaked around her hips to pull her closer. Feeling her clothing he frowned and opened his eye. “Why are you dressed already?”
She chuckled. “Because your family is going to descend on us very shortly, and I knew if I didn’t get dressed before I woke you, I’d still be naked when they arrived!”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He grinned.
She grinned back at him. “Come on lazy bones. I need you to help me get things ready.” She gave him a swat on his rear end and tried to stand up. He tightened his grip and held her still.
“Honey you know I can’t cook – at least not food.” He leered at her.
“Wow, you’ve really got a one track mind this morning.” She laughed. “Well, you can make us breakfast while I work on dinner. I know you can handle that much……and we’ll see about the rest of your…domestic skills…. later….after everyone has gone.” Kissing him again she went to rise. Reluctantly he let her go.
Sitting up he ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “Ok I guess I can do that.” Lindsay made sure he was heading for the shower before she headed downstairs.
They had finished breakfast, Lindsay had completed as much of the dinner preparations as she could this far ahead, and had just got everything cleaned up when they heard the monitor beep that the gate was opening.
Reaching the front door as it opened they were quickly engulfed by Jon’s very enthusiastic family.
Helping Romeo get his coat and boots off, Lindsay picked the toddler up for a hug and a kiss hello. He immediately got distracted by the flash of her necklace visible at the base of her throat. Touching it he looked thoughtful for a minute, then he smiled. “Daddy!”
She smiled. “Yes, Daddy gave me the necklace.”
The little boy frowned. “No!” Twisting around until he could reach Jon who was standing beside them he patted his father’s upper arm. “Daddy!”
“Oh, yes, it’s just like Daddy’s tattoo.” She laughed.
Carol, noting the necklace raised a questioning brow at her oldest son. He just smiled.
Settling everyone in the living room by the tree, Stephanie and Jesse started handing out the presents. Conversation was reduced to “thank you!”, “cool”, and “hey look at this!”
Looking up from watching Jon help Romeo open a present, Lindsay saw Stephanie approaching. “Thank you so much for the clothes Lindsay, they’re really cool.”
Jon looked up at that. “Hey, I believe my name was on some of those packages.”
“Yeah, but I know who picked them out.” At a look from Lindsay, she sighed, leaned down and kissed her father’s cheek. “Thanks Dad.”
“You’re welcome…even though apparently I’m not capable of picking out cool clothes.” He grouched.
Stephanie rolled her eyes. “Oh you do okay for your stage stuff, but face it… if you had your way I’d still be in frilly little pink dresses and overalls!” Even Jon had to smile at that…there was a certain amount of truth to her statement. He wasn’t very comfortable with the idea of his little girl growing up.
Turning to Lindsay she showed her the gift certificate she got for a local spa. “Do you know anything about this place?”
Lindsay shook her head. “Not personally, but the girls at work say it’s wonderful.” She waved her own certificate. “I got one too.”
Stephanie’s face lit up. “Cool! Can we go together?”
“Sure, if you want to.” Blinking back tears she blindly reached for Jon’s hand, felt him grip it and squeeze. “I’d like that.”
Dinner was plentiful and delicious – although both Jake and Romeo looked like they had been rolling in it instead of eating it.
“Hey buddy! How’d you get it on me?” Matt asked incredulously from where he sat beside Jake. “Don’t you know you’re supposed to put it in your mouth not on my shirt?!” Jake laughed and offered his uncle a spoonful of his pudding.
“Lindsay, will you play that new game you gave me with me after dinner?” Jesse asked.
“Sure pal, just let me get your brothers cleaned up and you’re on.” She replied.
“I’ll play with you until she’s done.” Anthony offered. Jesse smiled and accepted his uncle’s challenge.
Walking into the kitchen with an armload of dishes Stephanie stopped and looked around. “Whoa, Mrs. Henderson’s gonna freak!”
Lindsay chuckled. “No she’s not, because we’re going to clean it all up.”
At Stephanie’s dismayed look her grandmother laughed. “Come on Steph it won’t take that long.”
When Lindsay headed for the sink, Carol stopped her. “We’ll do this, you go bathe the two terrors in there before they spread the rest of their meal all over the house.”
Re-entering the dining room she stood surveying the two youngest members of the family.
“What’s the matter?” Jon asked.
“I’m trying to figure out how to pick them up and get them into the bathtub without wearing some myself!” She answered wryly.
“No problem.” Matt piped up. “Jon, you grab Romeo and I’ll get Jake.” The two strong men lifted the little boys under the arms and held them at arms length all the way upstairs to the bathroom where they deposited them in the tub.
Half an hour later she led the two, now clean and in pajamas into the living room before heading into the kitchen to help finish cleaning there.
Returning to the living room, she stopped in the doorway and surveyed the family spread out around the room in various activities. She focused on Jon with Romeo on his lap reading a new book. The sight brought a tear to her eye and a smile to her face. Over the last few months she had watch Jon become more and more comfortable with Romeo. Now, there was no more flinching when Romeo called him ‘Daddy’, no more shadows in his eyes when he looked at the beautiful little boy. They were just father and son.
“I’m glad to see that Jon has come to terms with that situation.” Carol commented from beside her. When Lindsay looked at her questioningly, she nodded towards Jon and Romeo. “Romeo’s too little to understand what’s going on, but he could sense Jon’s distance. That was too bad. It’s not Romeo’s fault. I’m glad Jon has accepted him.”
Lindsay nodded. “He’s such a wonderful little boy, he deserves to be loved. They all do.”
Carol shook her head in disbelief at her. “You amaze me Lindsay.”
Lindsay gaped at her in surprise. “Why?”
“Well, most women in your position would, at best, tolerate their boyfriend’s children with another woman, but you truly love them. When Jon said that you didn’t have children I was afraid that meant that you didn’t like them. But I can see that’s not the case.” She hesitated, not wanting to pry.
Lindsay understood her hesitation. “I just never found the right man in time, and now…” She shrugged, accepting that she would never have a child from her body.
Carol debated pointing out that 39 was not too late, but changed her mind. She’d let the two of them decide that. “Well, I have to say that I’m selfishly grateful for it.” At Lindsay’s look she explained. “Your maternal instinct is very strong. And it’s my grandchildren who will benefit from that and the love you so obviously have to share with them.”
Eyes shining Lindsay smiled. “I can see so much of him in them it tugs at my heart. They’re part of him, but they’re great kids in their own right. I feel privileged to be part of their lives.”
Carol hugged her. “Welcome to my family Lindsay. I’m so glad Jon found you.”
Chapter 47
It was two days before New Year’s Eve and Lindsay was tidying up her desk before heading to Jon’s when her phone rang.
“Hello.”
“Hi Lindsay, it’s Dorothea.”
“Hi. How are you?”
“Fine thanks. I have a favour to ask though.” Dorothea admitted.
“What’s up?”
“Can you take the kids for a few days? I know that you’re having a party New Year’s Eve, so if you don’t want to I’ll understand. Sam wanted us to get away for a few days. I told him that we should wait, but,….”
Lindsay interrupted her. “That’s fine Dorothea, we can take them.”
“Are you sure? I know they can be a handful, and with a houseful of people coming…” Dorothea sounded doubtful.
“It’s fine. They’re really no trouble. Richie and the rest of the guys are arriving tomorrow, so they can help keep them occupied, and they know everyone that’s coming to the party, so it’ll be fine.” Lindsay assured her. “Can I ask why you’re calling me and not Jon?”
Dorothea snorted. “Because I know he’ll say yes without discussing it with you. I know what it’s like to try to organize a party and have him drop things on you at the last minute with no warning. I figured that this way you get a say and are prepared.”
Lindsay laughed. “Thanks. I appreciate that. When do you want us to take them?”
“If it’s okay with you, we’ll drop them off tomorrow afternoon and pick them up on the second.” Dorothea suggested.
“That works for me. I’ll make sure their rooms are ready. I guess I’d better stock up on chocolate chips. Between the kids and Richie, I can’t keep up with the cookie demands.” Lindsay was thinking out loud.
Dorothea laughed. “I’ve heard about your cookies. I’ll have to try one sometime. Thanks a lot for this Lindsay. I really appreciate it. See you tomorrow.”
Entering the house Lindsay headed for the kitchen to let Mrs. Henderson know that the kids would be coming for a few days and discuss menu ideas.
She tracked Jon down in his study. “The kids are coming tomorrow and staying until after New Year’s.” She informed him.
He raised his brows, surprised. “You invited them?”
She shook her head. “Dorothea called and asked me if we could take them. She and Sam want to get away for a few days. That’s ok isn’t it?”
“Sure.” He looked a little confused. “Wonder why she called you and not me.”
Lindsay smiled. “I asked her that too. She said that she knows you and wanted to make sure that I was okay with it…and that I was prepared.” He grunted.
New Year’s Eve arrived and with it Lindsay’s nervousness. She’d been driving the staff nuts going over every detail again and again to make sure they hadn’t forgotten anything. This was their first party as a couple and she really wanted to make a good impression on Jon’s friends. Jon kept telling her to relax, but that was easier said than done. They wanted the evening to be casual so she had decided to wear black loose dress pants and a matching strapless, form fitting top, but now she wasn’t so sure. She was checking her appearance yet again in the mirror when Jon came looking for her.
Sighing he looked over her head and met her eyes in the mirror. “Will you relax! You look beautiful. Everyone’s going to love you.” Bending he kissed her bare shoulder.
“Hey you two! Get a room… oh wait this is your room… I mean get a move on. Your guests will be arriving any minute. And Jon, while I don’t doubt she’s delicious – she certainly looks it tonight – you can’t eat our hostess…yet.” Richie chortled from the doorway.
Blushing she turned and headed for the door. As she passed Richie she looked up at him still chuckling at his own wit. “You know Sambora, it’s a good thing you’re cute because you’re not as funny as you think you are.” The look on his face was priceless. He wasn’t sure whether to take that as a compliment or an insult.
Jon was chuckling as he clapped his friend on the back. “She gets a little feisty when she’s nervous… but she’s right.” Richie gave him the finger. Jon laughed and they both followed Lindsay down the hallway.
I’m never going to remember all these names! Lindsay looked around the room with something close to panic. There were BJM people, Soul people, Habitat people, other charities, personal friends, and some she wasn’t sure where they fit. Some overlapped, some had brought dates, some had spouses, and some she wasn’t sure what they were. She was almost afraid to open her mouth in case she put her foot in it. Buck up Lindsay. You survived ten years in the political arena, you danced on stage with the Deputy Prime Minister of Canada, you can do this. You’re just a little out of practice. Jon’s touch on her back brought her attention back to her immediate vicinity.
“Lindsay I’d like you to meet Craig Spencer and Ron Jaworski.” Jon introduced her.
“Hi, I have to say I’m really looking forward to the new season.” Lindsay smiled as she shook their hands.
“You like arena football?” Craig asked, a little surprised. Jon was too.
She nodded enthusiastically. “Don’t tell Bill,” she gestured toward Bill Belichik whom she had met earlier, “but I actually prefer it to the outdoor game. Player’s bouncing off the boards, live balls off the nets in the end zone, ironmen playing both ways, it’s a blast to watch. I can hardly wait to actually see a game in the arena.”
Ron laughed. “That’s what I like to hear! Anytime you want to attend a game, even if Jon’s away, just let Craig’s assistant know and we’ll make sure the owner’s box is ready for you.”
“Thanks. I’ll be taking you up on that, especially since Jon’s going to be on tour for most of the season.” Lindsay responded.
“Hmm, maybe I should take another look at my tour schedule. I’m not sure I like the idea of you going to games without me.” Jon frowned. They all laughed.
Circulating around they came upon a BJM group. This group Lindsay was a little more comfortable with as she had met many of them several times before.
“I want to thank you again for all of your help with Jon’s Christmas present.” She said to Janet.
“Oh you’re welcome.” Janet replied. “He liked it then?”
“Oh yeah, I think you could say that.” Lindsay smiled and shot a look at Jon who smiled back at her, his eyes glowing in remembrance.
“I loved it.” He replied.
Neither of them noticed the two women standing by the side of the room watching them.
“Hey boss!” Obie walked up to join them.
Jon quirked a brow. “You must want something.”
“Who me?” Obie asked in his most innocent voice. “I’m just trying to make all of our lives a little easier.”
They all looked at him in confusion. “You’re making even less sense than usual Ob, what’s up?” Jon voiced what everyone was thinking.
“Well, I wanted to introduce Lindsay here to some of our security people, so that when she joins us on the road she won’t get ignored and told to take a hike, which would just upset her, which would just upset you, which would just make all of our lives a living hell, which I would just as soon avoid if at all humanly possible, and Richie said to tell you that the cookies are running out.”
It took several moments to sort out everything that had come spouting out of his mouth. “Did he say that all in one breath?” Lindsay asked, impressed.
“Yeah, he’s just chock full of hot air.” Jon replied dryly. “I do not make everyone’s life a ‘living hell’ when I’m upset about something.”
Everyone just stared at him in disbelief, but no one wanted to argue with the boss. Lindsay chuckled. “Let’s just say that you’re much more pleasant to be around when you get your way.” She replied diplomatically. Even Jon had to laugh at that.
Stephanie came walking up carrying Romeo and holding Jake’s hand. Both of them were bathed and in their pajamas. “The boys want to say good night.”
“Night guys.” Jon said as he bent and kissed them goodnight.
“Night Daddy.” Jake answered.
“Night little man. Night buddy.” Lindsay kissed them too.
“Yindsay read story!” Romeo demanded.
“Not tonight, buddy, she needs to stay down here. I’ll read you your story.” His sister offered.
Out came the bottom lip and it started to quiver. His face scrunched up and turned an alarming shade of red. “NO! WANT YINDSAY! YINDSAY READ STORY!”
“Okay, okay, but just a short one.” Lindsay relented to avoid a full on tantrum.
Instantly his face relaxed into a big smile and he reached for her.
“Speaking of Bongiovi’s who are more pleasant when they get their way!” Obie commented.
Laughter followed her as she headed for the stairs with Stephanie and Jake.
Chapter 48
Heading back down the stairs after getting the boys to sleep Lindsay found her way blocked at the bottom by two women. Both brunettes, beautiful and well built they exuded sex. Lindsay racked her brain trying to remember their names. She had a vague vision of meeting them and their dates – who were BJM staff members she thought.
“You seem pretty comfortable in his house.” The one on the left commented.
“Yeah, it took awhile to get used to, but I don’t get lost nearly as often anymore.” Lindsay quipped, not sure what the women were after.
The women just smiled faintly.
“I suppose pretending to care about his kids is a good way to ingratiate yourself with him.” The second woman stated snidely.
“There’s no pretending involved, and I….I’m sorry, I’ve forgotten your names.” Lindsay felt her temper begin to rise.
“I’m Tiffany.” Said the one on the left.
“And I’m Buffy.” The second one supplied.
“And are you friends of Jon’s?” She asked curious as to how they would answer.
“Our dates are longtime BJM staff, and they’ve told us so much about Jon, that we felt we should give you a friendly warning.” Tiffany’s smile didn’t reach her eyes.
“Yes we would hate to see someone like you get hurt.” Buffy added.
“Someone like me.” Lindsay repeated.
None of them saw Richie and David appear in the nearby doorway, or David turn and re-enter the living room only to return moments later with Jon.
“You’re so naïve and gullible I bet you think that Jon really cares about you” Tiffany’s false sweetness was giving Lindsay a toothache.
“Yeah, as if he would.” Buffy sneered. “You do realize that you’re just not in his league don’t you?”
“Oh he may pretend that he cares now, but it won’t last. He’s still recovering from the divorce. Just wait until he goes on tour and is reminded of what he can have.” Tiffany twisted the knife.
“Someone like you, you mean.” Lindsay retorted. The other two just looked at each other and smiled. “And you know him so well, that you know what he’s thinking and feeling. What type of woman he likes, what turns him on.”
“Well, come on let’s face it. You’re no model or bunny sweetheart.” Buffy pointed out. “And if he really cared he would have bought you something a little more valuable than that necklace. Yeesh, a superman logo, how lame is that? No, you better enjoy him now, because your time with him is coming to an end real soon.”
Lindsay reached up to touch her necklace and smiled. “Do you know what this necklace means?”
“Like, Buffy said, it’s the superman logo. It matches his tattoo. That’s just too cute.” Tiffany replied sarcastically.
“You said your dates are longtime BJM staff?” Lindsay clarified. The women both nodded. “Then maybe you should ask them what the significance of this necklace is. “
She started to turn to walk away, then stopped. “I appreciate your wanting to prevent me from getting hurt, but you’ll have to forgive me if I trust Jon’s words over yours. You see, while you think you know him from some stories you’ve heard, I do know him – intimately. I don’t think he cares about me, I know he does. And he continues to prove it to me everyday. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have guests to attend to.”
Turning on her heel she walked away congratulating herself on not losing her cool. Looking up, she saw Richie, David, and Jon standing there, obviously having heard her conversation by the looks on their faces.
Jon walked towards her, smiled and kissed her – very thoroughly. “Nicely done.” He murmured. She smiled back.
“Lindsay we need you to settle an argument.” David came up, putting his arm around her shoulders to urge her into the living room room. She hesitated when she saw Jon and Richie heading for the two women.
Jon looked first Tiffany, then Buffy over very thoroughly. “It ain’t gonna happen. Not with you. Not ever. I prefer women with beauty, brains, and a caring heart.” He looked them over again. “One out of three just doesn’t cut it.” With that he walked away.
Richie tried not to laugh at their stunned expressions. “He is more than just a pretty face you know.” He scowled at them. “You see, we’ve had enough of what you have to offer thrown at us over the years to know that it means absolutely nothing, except a quick lay. Beauty like yours is-literally- only skin deep. We’re not that shallow. If I were you I would find my dates and leave. And you should advise them that in future, they would do better to find women who were smart enough to at least know better than to insult the boss and his girlfriend.” Shaking his head he followed his friends.
Catching up with Lindsay, Jon stopped her so he could see into her eyes. “Are you okay honey?” The concern in his eyes warmed her heart.
She smiled. “I’m fine. In fact, I feel great!”
He chuckled. “Yup, nothing like a little ass kicking to get the adrenaline flowing!”
Laughing, they turned back to their guests.
When midnight arrived they toasted each other and their friends. Kissing her softly Jon gazed down at her. “Happy New Year Lindsay.”
“Happy New Year Jon.” She smiled gently at him, then squealed as Richie grabbed her, kissed her and passed her on.
Later, after all the guests had left, Jon and Lindsay left the guys to their own devices and headed for bed.
Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Lindsay was brushing her teeth when Jon walked in wearing only pajama pants.
“So that’s where my pajama top went.” He grinned as he met her eyes in the mirror. She grinned back around her toothbrush.
“I think everything went well tonight.” He lightly gripped her waist with both hands, bent and kissed her neck just below her ear. She tilted her head to give him more access. “You handled those bimbos like a pro.”
Leaning forward to spit in the sink she gasped and almost choked when she felt his hands slide under the hem of the pajama top to cup her bottom – she wasn’t wearing panties. Quickly rinsing her mouth and standing upright again, she went to move, but he held her still.
“Uh uh, I think I like you right here.” His voice had deepened and when she met his eyes again in the mirror she could she how dark they had become.
Smiling, she leaned back against him. Together they watched his hands stroke her body over and over, pausing now and then to cup and gently knead her breasts, plucked at her stiffened nipples through the material of the top.
When she would have turned to face him, he shook his head. “Stay like this….watch”
Keeping his gaze on the mirror he raised his hands to slowly undo the buttons on her top. Reaching the bottom he spread the halves wide to bare her to his view. Then he started stroking her all over again.
Watching his hands and feeling their effect at the same time was wrecking havoc with her senses, turning her on more that she thought possible. Her skin felt like every nerve ending was on the surface. She was sure that between the heat from his hands on her front and his chest on her back she was going to burst into flames – or end up a puddle on the floor. Chest heaving, she fought for each breath and shuddered with the sensations he was evoking.
Cupping her breast with one hand he prodded her nipple with his thumb. His other hand smoothed over her abdomen down to the apex of her thighs. Threading his fingers through her curls he stroked her lightly.
Moaning, she let her eyes drift shut. His hands stilled. “No. Keep watching.” He rasped in her ear. Desperate for him to continue she forced her eyes open again. Feeling off balance she reached behind her for an anchor and gripped his thighs, feeling them tighten even more under her hands. Unable to help herself, her hips started to move thrusting against his hand.
He understood her silent request and obliged, reaching deeper and penetrating her with two fingers. Moving them slowly in and out he watched as he pleasured her, his gaze alternating between her face and his hand. The sight of her flushed skin, glazed eyes and heaving breasts, not to mention the feel of her body undulating against him, was slowly eroding his control.
Easing her away from him he pulled the pajama top from her and threw it on the floor. His pants followed. Pressing back against her, he bent her forward slightly until she braced herself with her hands on the vanity counter. Gripping her hip with one hand he positioned himself with the other and nudged inside. She gasped. He held still. “Watch.” His voice was a mere rumble. Shaking, she obeyed. Adjusting his grip on her, he slid slowly inside her, watching her eyes dilate at the sensations bombarding her.
“God you feel good.” He groaned. And he started to move.
At first he watched her body match his rhythm, then his eyes locked on her face cataloguing every nuance of her response.
Fighting through the sensations threatening to overwhelm her, she focused on the scene visible in the mirror in front of her. Her own flushed face and body moving in time with his, his intense look of concentration as he looked at her. Then their eyes met, locked. And he increased his speed.
Both moaning and gasping for breath, they reached for the peak, and reached it together, eyes still locked.
Bracing his legs, he pulled her upright, wrapped his arms around her and held her tight while they both panted and felt the ripples of the aftershocks course through their bodies.
When he finally had the strength, he picked her up and carried her to bed. Curling into him she reached up and caressed his cheek.
“Your way of celebrating holidays just may be the death of me.” She commented.
He chuckled. “Want me to stop?”
“Not on your life!” She managed to look horrified at the thought. Then she smiled and kissed him. “I find I’m becoming addicted.”
“Mmmm. I know the feeling.” He agreed, running his hand down her back from her shoulder to her hip. He pulled her closer. “This may be the best year yet…it’s certainly off to one hell of a start.”
She chuckled, murmured her agreement, then settled her head on his shoulder, her hand over his heart and let sleep overtake her.
“Mmmm.” His arm snaked around her hips to pull her closer. Feeling her clothing he frowned and opened his eye. “Why are you dressed already?”
She chuckled. “Because your family is going to descend on us very shortly, and I knew if I didn’t get dressed before I woke you, I’d still be naked when they arrived!”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He grinned.
She grinned back at him. “Come on lazy bones. I need you to help me get things ready.” She gave him a swat on his rear end and tried to stand up. He tightened his grip and held her still.
“Honey you know I can’t cook – at least not food.” He leered at her.
“Wow, you’ve really got a one track mind this morning.” She laughed. “Well, you can make us breakfast while I work on dinner. I know you can handle that much……and we’ll see about the rest of your…domestic skills…. later….after everyone has gone.” Kissing him again she went to rise. Reluctantly he let her go.
Sitting up he ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “Ok I guess I can do that.” Lindsay made sure he was heading for the shower before she headed downstairs.
They had finished breakfast, Lindsay had completed as much of the dinner preparations as she could this far ahead, and had just got everything cleaned up when they heard the monitor beep that the gate was opening.
Reaching the front door as it opened they were quickly engulfed by Jon’s very enthusiastic family.
Helping Romeo get his coat and boots off, Lindsay picked the toddler up for a hug and a kiss hello. He immediately got distracted by the flash of her necklace visible at the base of her throat. Touching it he looked thoughtful for a minute, then he smiled. “Daddy!”
She smiled. “Yes, Daddy gave me the necklace.”
The little boy frowned. “No!” Twisting around until he could reach Jon who was standing beside them he patted his father’s upper arm. “Daddy!”
“Oh, yes, it’s just like Daddy’s tattoo.” She laughed.
Carol, noting the necklace raised a questioning brow at her oldest son. He just smiled.
Settling everyone in the living room by the tree, Stephanie and Jesse started handing out the presents. Conversation was reduced to “thank you!”, “cool”, and “hey look at this!”
Looking up from watching Jon help Romeo open a present, Lindsay saw Stephanie approaching. “Thank you so much for the clothes Lindsay, they’re really cool.”
Jon looked up at that. “Hey, I believe my name was on some of those packages.”
“Yeah, but I know who picked them out.” At a look from Lindsay, she sighed, leaned down and kissed her father’s cheek. “Thanks Dad.”
“You’re welcome…even though apparently I’m not capable of picking out cool clothes.” He grouched.
Stephanie rolled her eyes. “Oh you do okay for your stage stuff, but face it… if you had your way I’d still be in frilly little pink dresses and overalls!” Even Jon had to smile at that…there was a certain amount of truth to her statement. He wasn’t very comfortable with the idea of his little girl growing up.
Turning to Lindsay she showed her the gift certificate she got for a local spa. “Do you know anything about this place?”
Lindsay shook her head. “Not personally, but the girls at work say it’s wonderful.” She waved her own certificate. “I got one too.”
Stephanie’s face lit up. “Cool! Can we go together?”
“Sure, if you want to.” Blinking back tears she blindly reached for Jon’s hand, felt him grip it and squeeze. “I’d like that.”
Dinner was plentiful and delicious – although both Jake and Romeo looked like they had been rolling in it instead of eating it.
“Hey buddy! How’d you get it on me?” Matt asked incredulously from where he sat beside Jake. “Don’t you know you’re supposed to put it in your mouth not on my shirt?!” Jake laughed and offered his uncle a spoonful of his pudding.
“Lindsay, will you play that new game you gave me with me after dinner?” Jesse asked.
“Sure pal, just let me get your brothers cleaned up and you’re on.” She replied.
“I’ll play with you until she’s done.” Anthony offered. Jesse smiled and accepted his uncle’s challenge.
Walking into the kitchen with an armload of dishes Stephanie stopped and looked around. “Whoa, Mrs. Henderson’s gonna freak!”
Lindsay chuckled. “No she’s not, because we’re going to clean it all up.”
At Stephanie’s dismayed look her grandmother laughed. “Come on Steph it won’t take that long.”
When Lindsay headed for the sink, Carol stopped her. “We’ll do this, you go bathe the two terrors in there before they spread the rest of their meal all over the house.”
Re-entering the dining room she stood surveying the two youngest members of the family.
“What’s the matter?” Jon asked.
“I’m trying to figure out how to pick them up and get them into the bathtub without wearing some myself!” She answered wryly.
“No problem.” Matt piped up. “Jon, you grab Romeo and I’ll get Jake.” The two strong men lifted the little boys under the arms and held them at arms length all the way upstairs to the bathroom where they deposited them in the tub.
Half an hour later she led the two, now clean and in pajamas into the living room before heading into the kitchen to help finish cleaning there.
Returning to the living room, she stopped in the doorway and surveyed the family spread out around the room in various activities. She focused on Jon with Romeo on his lap reading a new book. The sight brought a tear to her eye and a smile to her face. Over the last few months she had watch Jon become more and more comfortable with Romeo. Now, there was no more flinching when Romeo called him ‘Daddy’, no more shadows in his eyes when he looked at the beautiful little boy. They were just father and son.
“I’m glad to see that Jon has come to terms with that situation.” Carol commented from beside her. When Lindsay looked at her questioningly, she nodded towards Jon and Romeo. “Romeo’s too little to understand what’s going on, but he could sense Jon’s distance. That was too bad. It’s not Romeo’s fault. I’m glad Jon has accepted him.”
Lindsay nodded. “He’s such a wonderful little boy, he deserves to be loved. They all do.”
Carol shook her head in disbelief at her. “You amaze me Lindsay.”
Lindsay gaped at her in surprise. “Why?”
“Well, most women in your position would, at best, tolerate their boyfriend’s children with another woman, but you truly love them. When Jon said that you didn’t have children I was afraid that meant that you didn’t like them. But I can see that’s not the case.” She hesitated, not wanting to pry.
Lindsay understood her hesitation. “I just never found the right man in time, and now…” She shrugged, accepting that she would never have a child from her body.
Carol debated pointing out that 39 was not too late, but changed her mind. She’d let the two of them decide that. “Well, I have to say that I’m selfishly grateful for it.” At Lindsay’s look she explained. “Your maternal instinct is very strong. And it’s my grandchildren who will benefit from that and the love you so obviously have to share with them.”
Eyes shining Lindsay smiled. “I can see so much of him in them it tugs at my heart. They’re part of him, but they’re great kids in their own right. I feel privileged to be part of their lives.”
Carol hugged her. “Welcome to my family Lindsay. I’m so glad Jon found you.”
Chapter 47
It was two days before New Year’s Eve and Lindsay was tidying up her desk before heading to Jon’s when her phone rang.
“Hello.”
“Hi Lindsay, it’s Dorothea.”
“Hi. How are you?”
“Fine thanks. I have a favour to ask though.” Dorothea admitted.
“What’s up?”
“Can you take the kids for a few days? I know that you’re having a party New Year’s Eve, so if you don’t want to I’ll understand. Sam wanted us to get away for a few days. I told him that we should wait, but,….”
Lindsay interrupted her. “That’s fine Dorothea, we can take them.”
“Are you sure? I know they can be a handful, and with a houseful of people coming…” Dorothea sounded doubtful.
“It’s fine. They’re really no trouble. Richie and the rest of the guys are arriving tomorrow, so they can help keep them occupied, and they know everyone that’s coming to the party, so it’ll be fine.” Lindsay assured her. “Can I ask why you’re calling me and not Jon?”
Dorothea snorted. “Because I know he’ll say yes without discussing it with you. I know what it’s like to try to organize a party and have him drop things on you at the last minute with no warning. I figured that this way you get a say and are prepared.”
Lindsay laughed. “Thanks. I appreciate that. When do you want us to take them?”
“If it’s okay with you, we’ll drop them off tomorrow afternoon and pick them up on the second.” Dorothea suggested.
“That works for me. I’ll make sure their rooms are ready. I guess I’d better stock up on chocolate chips. Between the kids and Richie, I can’t keep up with the cookie demands.” Lindsay was thinking out loud.
Dorothea laughed. “I’ve heard about your cookies. I’ll have to try one sometime. Thanks a lot for this Lindsay. I really appreciate it. See you tomorrow.”
Entering the house Lindsay headed for the kitchen to let Mrs. Henderson know that the kids would be coming for a few days and discuss menu ideas.
She tracked Jon down in his study. “The kids are coming tomorrow and staying until after New Year’s.” She informed him.
He raised his brows, surprised. “You invited them?”
She shook her head. “Dorothea called and asked me if we could take them. She and Sam want to get away for a few days. That’s ok isn’t it?”
“Sure.” He looked a little confused. “Wonder why she called you and not me.”
Lindsay smiled. “I asked her that too. She said that she knows you and wanted to make sure that I was okay with it…and that I was prepared.” He grunted.
New Year’s Eve arrived and with it Lindsay’s nervousness. She’d been driving the staff nuts going over every detail again and again to make sure they hadn’t forgotten anything. This was their first party as a couple and she really wanted to make a good impression on Jon’s friends. Jon kept telling her to relax, but that was easier said than done. They wanted the evening to be casual so she had decided to wear black loose dress pants and a matching strapless, form fitting top, but now she wasn’t so sure. She was checking her appearance yet again in the mirror when Jon came looking for her.
Sighing he looked over her head and met her eyes in the mirror. “Will you relax! You look beautiful. Everyone’s going to love you.” Bending he kissed her bare shoulder.
“Hey you two! Get a room… oh wait this is your room… I mean get a move on. Your guests will be arriving any minute. And Jon, while I don’t doubt she’s delicious – she certainly looks it tonight – you can’t eat our hostess…yet.” Richie chortled from the doorway.
Blushing she turned and headed for the door. As she passed Richie she looked up at him still chuckling at his own wit. “You know Sambora, it’s a good thing you’re cute because you’re not as funny as you think you are.” The look on his face was priceless. He wasn’t sure whether to take that as a compliment or an insult.
Jon was chuckling as he clapped his friend on the back. “She gets a little feisty when she’s nervous… but she’s right.” Richie gave him the finger. Jon laughed and they both followed Lindsay down the hallway.
I’m never going to remember all these names! Lindsay looked around the room with something close to panic. There were BJM people, Soul people, Habitat people, other charities, personal friends, and some she wasn’t sure where they fit. Some overlapped, some had brought dates, some had spouses, and some she wasn’t sure what they were. She was almost afraid to open her mouth in case she put her foot in it. Buck up Lindsay. You survived ten years in the political arena, you danced on stage with the Deputy Prime Minister of Canada, you can do this. You’re just a little out of practice. Jon’s touch on her back brought her attention back to her immediate vicinity.
“Lindsay I’d like you to meet Craig Spencer and Ron Jaworski.” Jon introduced her.
“Hi, I have to say I’m really looking forward to the new season.” Lindsay smiled as she shook their hands.
“You like arena football?” Craig asked, a little surprised. Jon was too.
She nodded enthusiastically. “Don’t tell Bill,” she gestured toward Bill Belichik whom she had met earlier, “but I actually prefer it to the outdoor game. Player’s bouncing off the boards, live balls off the nets in the end zone, ironmen playing both ways, it’s a blast to watch. I can hardly wait to actually see a game in the arena.”
Ron laughed. “That’s what I like to hear! Anytime you want to attend a game, even if Jon’s away, just let Craig’s assistant know and we’ll make sure the owner’s box is ready for you.”
“Thanks. I’ll be taking you up on that, especially since Jon’s going to be on tour for most of the season.” Lindsay responded.
“Hmm, maybe I should take another look at my tour schedule. I’m not sure I like the idea of you going to games without me.” Jon frowned. They all laughed.
Circulating around they came upon a BJM group. This group Lindsay was a little more comfortable with as she had met many of them several times before.
“I want to thank you again for all of your help with Jon’s Christmas present.” She said to Janet.
“Oh you’re welcome.” Janet replied. “He liked it then?”
“Oh yeah, I think you could say that.” Lindsay smiled and shot a look at Jon who smiled back at her, his eyes glowing in remembrance.
“I loved it.” He replied.
Neither of them noticed the two women standing by the side of the room watching them.
“Hey boss!” Obie walked up to join them.
Jon quirked a brow. “You must want something.”
“Who me?” Obie asked in his most innocent voice. “I’m just trying to make all of our lives a little easier.”
They all looked at him in confusion. “You’re making even less sense than usual Ob, what’s up?” Jon voiced what everyone was thinking.
“Well, I wanted to introduce Lindsay here to some of our security people, so that when she joins us on the road she won’t get ignored and told to take a hike, which would just upset her, which would just upset you, which would just make all of our lives a living hell, which I would just as soon avoid if at all humanly possible, and Richie said to tell you that the cookies are running out.”
It took several moments to sort out everything that had come spouting out of his mouth. “Did he say that all in one breath?” Lindsay asked, impressed.
“Yeah, he’s just chock full of hot air.” Jon replied dryly. “I do not make everyone’s life a ‘living hell’ when I’m upset about something.”
Everyone just stared at him in disbelief, but no one wanted to argue with the boss. Lindsay chuckled. “Let’s just say that you’re much more pleasant to be around when you get your way.” She replied diplomatically. Even Jon had to laugh at that.
Stephanie came walking up carrying Romeo and holding Jake’s hand. Both of them were bathed and in their pajamas. “The boys want to say good night.”
“Night guys.” Jon said as he bent and kissed them goodnight.
“Night Daddy.” Jake answered.
“Night little man. Night buddy.” Lindsay kissed them too.
“Yindsay read story!” Romeo demanded.
“Not tonight, buddy, she needs to stay down here. I’ll read you your story.” His sister offered.
Out came the bottom lip and it started to quiver. His face scrunched up and turned an alarming shade of red. “NO! WANT YINDSAY! YINDSAY READ STORY!”
“Okay, okay, but just a short one.” Lindsay relented to avoid a full on tantrum.
Instantly his face relaxed into a big smile and he reached for her.
“Speaking of Bongiovi’s who are more pleasant when they get their way!” Obie commented.
Laughter followed her as she headed for the stairs with Stephanie and Jake.
Chapter 48
Heading back down the stairs after getting the boys to sleep Lindsay found her way blocked at the bottom by two women. Both brunettes, beautiful and well built they exuded sex. Lindsay racked her brain trying to remember their names. She had a vague vision of meeting them and their dates – who were BJM staff members she thought.
“You seem pretty comfortable in his house.” The one on the left commented.
“Yeah, it took awhile to get used to, but I don’t get lost nearly as often anymore.” Lindsay quipped, not sure what the women were after.
The women just smiled faintly.
“I suppose pretending to care about his kids is a good way to ingratiate yourself with him.” The second woman stated snidely.
“There’s no pretending involved, and I….I’m sorry, I’ve forgotten your names.” Lindsay felt her temper begin to rise.
“I’m Tiffany.” Said the one on the left.
“And I’m Buffy.” The second one supplied.
“And are you friends of Jon’s?” She asked curious as to how they would answer.
“Our dates are longtime BJM staff, and they’ve told us so much about Jon, that we felt we should give you a friendly warning.” Tiffany’s smile didn’t reach her eyes.
“Yes we would hate to see someone like you get hurt.” Buffy added.
“Someone like me.” Lindsay repeated.
None of them saw Richie and David appear in the nearby doorway, or David turn and re-enter the living room only to return moments later with Jon.
“You’re so naïve and gullible I bet you think that Jon really cares about you” Tiffany’s false sweetness was giving Lindsay a toothache.
“Yeah, as if he would.” Buffy sneered. “You do realize that you’re just not in his league don’t you?”
“Oh he may pretend that he cares now, but it won’t last. He’s still recovering from the divorce. Just wait until he goes on tour and is reminded of what he can have.” Tiffany twisted the knife.
“Someone like you, you mean.” Lindsay retorted. The other two just looked at each other and smiled. “And you know him so well, that you know what he’s thinking and feeling. What type of woman he likes, what turns him on.”
“Well, come on let’s face it. You’re no model or bunny sweetheart.” Buffy pointed out. “And if he really cared he would have bought you something a little more valuable than that necklace. Yeesh, a superman logo, how lame is that? No, you better enjoy him now, because your time with him is coming to an end real soon.”
Lindsay reached up to touch her necklace and smiled. “Do you know what this necklace means?”
“Like, Buffy said, it’s the superman logo. It matches his tattoo. That’s just too cute.” Tiffany replied sarcastically.
“You said your dates are longtime BJM staff?” Lindsay clarified. The women both nodded. “Then maybe you should ask them what the significance of this necklace is. “
She started to turn to walk away, then stopped. “I appreciate your wanting to prevent me from getting hurt, but you’ll have to forgive me if I trust Jon’s words over yours. You see, while you think you know him from some stories you’ve heard, I do know him – intimately. I don’t think he cares about me, I know he does. And he continues to prove it to me everyday. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have guests to attend to.”
Turning on her heel she walked away congratulating herself on not losing her cool. Looking up, she saw Richie, David, and Jon standing there, obviously having heard her conversation by the looks on their faces.
Jon walked towards her, smiled and kissed her – very thoroughly. “Nicely done.” He murmured. She smiled back.
“Lindsay we need you to settle an argument.” David came up, putting his arm around her shoulders to urge her into the living room room. She hesitated when she saw Jon and Richie heading for the two women.
Jon looked first Tiffany, then Buffy over very thoroughly. “It ain’t gonna happen. Not with you. Not ever. I prefer women with beauty, brains, and a caring heart.” He looked them over again. “One out of three just doesn’t cut it.” With that he walked away.
Richie tried not to laugh at their stunned expressions. “He is more than just a pretty face you know.” He scowled at them. “You see, we’ve had enough of what you have to offer thrown at us over the years to know that it means absolutely nothing, except a quick lay. Beauty like yours is-literally- only skin deep. We’re not that shallow. If I were you I would find my dates and leave. And you should advise them that in future, they would do better to find women who were smart enough to at least know better than to insult the boss and his girlfriend.” Shaking his head he followed his friends.
Catching up with Lindsay, Jon stopped her so he could see into her eyes. “Are you okay honey?” The concern in his eyes warmed her heart.
She smiled. “I’m fine. In fact, I feel great!”
He chuckled. “Yup, nothing like a little ass kicking to get the adrenaline flowing!”
Laughing, they turned back to their guests.
When midnight arrived they toasted each other and their friends. Kissing her softly Jon gazed down at her. “Happy New Year Lindsay.”
“Happy New Year Jon.” She smiled gently at him, then squealed as Richie grabbed her, kissed her and passed her on.
Later, after all the guests had left, Jon and Lindsay left the guys to their own devices and headed for bed.
Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Lindsay was brushing her teeth when Jon walked in wearing only pajama pants.
“So that’s where my pajama top went.” He grinned as he met her eyes in the mirror. She grinned back around her toothbrush.
“I think everything went well tonight.” He lightly gripped her waist with both hands, bent and kissed her neck just below her ear. She tilted her head to give him more access. “You handled those bimbos like a pro.”
Leaning forward to spit in the sink she gasped and almost choked when she felt his hands slide under the hem of the pajama top to cup her bottom – she wasn’t wearing panties. Quickly rinsing her mouth and standing upright again, she went to move, but he held her still.
“Uh uh, I think I like you right here.” His voice had deepened and when she met his eyes again in the mirror she could she how dark they had become.
Smiling, she leaned back against him. Together they watched his hands stroke her body over and over, pausing now and then to cup and gently knead her breasts, plucked at her stiffened nipples through the material of the top.
When she would have turned to face him, he shook his head. “Stay like this….watch”
Keeping his gaze on the mirror he raised his hands to slowly undo the buttons on her top. Reaching the bottom he spread the halves wide to bare her to his view. Then he started stroking her all over again.
Watching his hands and feeling their effect at the same time was wrecking havoc with her senses, turning her on more that she thought possible. Her skin felt like every nerve ending was on the surface. She was sure that between the heat from his hands on her front and his chest on her back she was going to burst into flames – or end up a puddle on the floor. Chest heaving, she fought for each breath and shuddered with the sensations he was evoking.
Cupping her breast with one hand he prodded her nipple with his thumb. His other hand smoothed over her abdomen down to the apex of her thighs. Threading his fingers through her curls he stroked her lightly.
Moaning, she let her eyes drift shut. His hands stilled. “No. Keep watching.” He rasped in her ear. Desperate for him to continue she forced her eyes open again. Feeling off balance she reached behind her for an anchor and gripped his thighs, feeling them tighten even more under her hands. Unable to help herself, her hips started to move thrusting against his hand.
He understood her silent request and obliged, reaching deeper and penetrating her with two fingers. Moving them slowly in and out he watched as he pleasured her, his gaze alternating between her face and his hand. The sight of her flushed skin, glazed eyes and heaving breasts, not to mention the feel of her body undulating against him, was slowly eroding his control.
Easing her away from him he pulled the pajama top from her and threw it on the floor. His pants followed. Pressing back against her, he bent her forward slightly until she braced herself with her hands on the vanity counter. Gripping her hip with one hand he positioned himself with the other and nudged inside. She gasped. He held still. “Watch.” His voice was a mere rumble. Shaking, she obeyed. Adjusting his grip on her, he slid slowly inside her, watching her eyes dilate at the sensations bombarding her.
“God you feel good.” He groaned. And he started to move.
At first he watched her body match his rhythm, then his eyes locked on her face cataloguing every nuance of her response.
Fighting through the sensations threatening to overwhelm her, she focused on the scene visible in the mirror in front of her. Her own flushed face and body moving in time with his, his intense look of concentration as he looked at her. Then their eyes met, locked. And he increased his speed.
Both moaning and gasping for breath, they reached for the peak, and reached it together, eyes still locked.
Bracing his legs, he pulled her upright, wrapped his arms around her and held her tight while they both panted and felt the ripples of the aftershocks course through their bodies.
When he finally had the strength, he picked her up and carried her to bed. Curling into him she reached up and caressed his cheek.
“Your way of celebrating holidays just may be the death of me.” She commented.
He chuckled. “Want me to stop?”
“Not on your life!” She managed to look horrified at the thought. Then she smiled and kissed him. “I find I’m becoming addicted.”
“Mmmm. I know the feeling.” He agreed, running his hand down her back from her shoulder to her hip. He pulled her closer. “This may be the best year yet…it’s certainly off to one hell of a start.”
She chuckled, murmured her agreement, then settled her head on his shoulder, her hand over his heart and let sleep overtake her.
Chapter 43
After clearing customs, they picked up their rental car and Lindsay pointed out the sights on the way to her hometown. Watching her face as they drove down the main street he smiled indulgently. “Do you want to stop?”
Turning to him she blushed a little. “Would you mind? I have this incredible urge to show off my town to you…and show you off to them.” She admitted.
They spent a pleasant hour roaming through the shops, stopping every few minutes to speak to people who called out greetings to Lindsay.
“Do you know everyone in this town?” He murmured.
“Pretty much. It’s a small town and I was born and raised here.” She answered waving at her parents’ neighbour who had called out to her from across the street.
“I’m beginning to understand how you must feel when we go anywhere together.” He muttered. She laughed.
“Lindsay, is that really you?” A voice spoke from behind them.
Turning Lindsay grinned “Tonia? Oh my God! It’s been years! How are you?” She hugged her old school chum.
“I’m good. Kids are driving me nuts as usual. Still with the old man. I hear you have a new one though.” She answered.
Chuckling, Lindsay took the hint and turned to introduce them.
“Jon, this is Tonia Davidson. We’ve known each other since we were little. In fact, the first time I saw you guys in concert was the Slippery tour with Tonia.” She grinned anticipating Tonia’s reaction to finally meeting Jon.
“Hi Tonia, nice to meet you.” Jon smiled and held out his hand.
“Holy fuck!” She shook his hand then hid her face in her hands. He laughed and impulsively gave her a quick hug.
“In case you didn’t notice, Tonia is a bit of a fan.” Lindsay laughed.
“Bite me Linds.” Came from behind the hands.
They talked for a few minutes more and Tonia got herself together enough to actually look at Jon… and find something for him to sign, then Jon and Lindsay headed to her parents house.
Walking up to the front door they spied the tree leaning up against the house. Jon glanced at Lindsay and gave a resigned sigh. “So, am I back in the tree business again?”
She grinned. “But, honey, you do it so well…and you hardly swear at all!”
“That’s because the kids were there.”
They were still laughing when she opened the door. “Mom, Dad?”
“We’re down here Lindsay.” Her mother called from the basement.
Leading the way down the stairs Lindsay found her parents trying to rearrange furniture to make room for the tree.
“Here, let me help you with that.” Jon rushed over to help Lindsay’s dad move a huge recliner chair.
“Thanks.”
“Mom, Dad , this is Jon Bongiovi. Jon, my parents, Bob and Lorraine Chandler.”
“Nice to meet you.” Jon said shaking hands with both of them.
“So you’re the rock star.” Lorraine commented.
Jon smiled and nodded. “I guess.”
Bob looked at him for a moment. “How are you at putting up Christmas trees?”
For the next several hours the four of them worked to prepare for the next day and talked. Bob and Jon put up the tree – with only a little swearing when it almost fell over, Lindsay and Lorraine decorated it – after Jon had put on the lights, much to Lindsay’s delight since she had been stuck with that job for the last few years and she hated it, then Jon helped Lindsay place all the presents underneath it.
Lorraine and Lindsay made the stuffing and as much of the preparations for dinner as they could do this far ahead. When they were alone in the kitchen, Lorraine decided it was a good time to question her daughter on her new situation.
“So what’s the story with you and the rock star?” Lorraine asked.
“Mom, he has a name.” Lindsay complained.
“Don’t change the subject.”
Lindsay sighed and rinsed her hands off. “I don’t know where this is going, Mom, I just know that I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my life. His lifestyle is crazy, and the media is a pain in the ass, but his kids are great, and…he makes me feel special.”
“Do you love him?” Lorraine asked even though she could see the answer in her daughter’s eyes.
“With all my heart.” Came the response she expected.
“And does he love you?”
“With all of my heart and soul.” Jon answered from behind them.
Turning, Lorraine studied him for a minute, assessed the way the two younger people were looking at each other, then nodded. “Good.”
When everything was done, Jon and Lindsay prepared to leave. Lorraine would have preferred that they stayed at the house, but understood that they would like to be alone.
“We’ll see you two in the morning.”
“What time is everyone arriving?” Lindsay asked.
“About ten if Barb can get Doug moving.” She answered.
“So that means more like eleven for them.” Lindsay laughed, knowing her eldest brother well. “Ok see you then.”
Chapter 44
Back at the hotel they decided to order room service and exchange their gifts to each other. Hanging up the phone, Jon turned to Lindsay and grinned.
“What?” She asked warily.
Without answering he got up and pulled a beautifully wrapped box out from under the bed. “Why don’t you open this while we’re waiting for dinner?”
“Ooh, you’re sneaky! I didn’t even see you bring that in!”
“What’s the matter?” He asked when she didn’t open it immediately.
“It’s so pretty, I almost hate to open it.” She answered.
He laughed. “I bet you’ll like what’s inside even better.”
The heat in his eyes gave her a pretty good idea of what she’d find in the box.
Opening it slowly she smiled at his barely concealed impatience. “Is this for me or for you?”
His smile turned down right sultry. “It’s for both of us.”
Taking the lid off the box, Lindsay moved aside some tissue paper and had her suspicions confirmed. Lifting out the lingerie she murmured in appreciation. The rich blue silk would accent her eyes. The corset style of the teddy would lift and cup her breasts, showing them to advantage, while emphasizing the dip of her waist. The robe – if you could call it that – that came with it was long and transparent blue gauze edged in matching silk with a silk sash tie.
“Oh Jon it’s beautiful.” She breathed. “Thank you.”
“It will be even more so with you in it.” His eyes were shining. She blushed at the compliment.
Walking over to her suitcase she pulled out two packages. Laying the larger one on a table she handed him the smaller one. “This isn’t your main present – I’m saving that one for after dinner.”
Removing the wrapping he lifted the lid from the box, revealing the necklace with its leather cord and shimmering guitar pendant.
“Hey, that’s cool!” He kept tilting it to watch the light reflect off the coloured stones. “Thank you.” He leaned over and kissed her.
A knock at the door signaled the arrival of their dinner. “Why don’t you get changed into something more comfortable while I get dinner set up?” He gestured towards the open box in front of her and grinned.
Grinning back she scooped up the box and headed for the bathroom. Looking at herself in the mirror attired in her gift, Lindsay was frankly a little shocked. She had never looked sexier. Damn he’s good at this!
Peeking out first to make sure the waiter had left, she exited the bathroom. “I am almost afraid to ask how you knew what size to buy?”
Turning, he froze, his gaze licking over her from head to toe and back again. “Wow!” Walking over to her he reached out, undid the tie and spread the robe open to have an unimpeded view of her. “Even better than I anticipated.” Glancing up at her face he realized she was waiting for an answer. It took him a couple minutes to remember the question. “Oh, the sales clerk was really good. I described you with my hands and she took measurements and said she thought this would fit. She was right.” Spanning her waist with his hands he pulled her close and kissed her, softly at first, then more thoroughly.
Chuckling she broke the kiss and pushed him back. “Cool your jets big boy. Dinner first, then I want you to open your present…..then we’ll see about thanking you properly for mine.”
Sighing, he raked a hand through his hair. Leading her to the table he sat her formally, then took his seat across from her.
Dinner was a slow torture. The food was probably excellent, but it could have been sawdust for all the notice either one gave it. They talked, but neither one could have said what the topic was. Lindsay’s focus was continually disrupted by the sight of Jon’s chest peeking out of the shirt he had undone almost to his waist. In return, Jon’s gaze kept straying over the vision she presented to him across the table, making him shift position often to try to ease the tightness in his pants. Watching him squirm, knowing the reason why, caused her to do some squirming of her own.
Finally, when they could eat no more she covered the plates and loaded them back onto the tray, which Jon placed in the hallway. Turning back he made a detour to his suitcase before returning to is seat at the table.
When he had sat Lindsay handed him his present. Smiling he handed her the small box he had pulled from his bag. Setting it on the table in front of her she watched him, wanting to see his reaction.
Lifting the lid off of the box he saw sheet music and it took him a minute to realize what he was looking at. Taking the pages out carefully he skimmed over them, stunned. “My God Lindsay, where did you find this?”
“Janet helped me with that. She knew about your standing request to be told if anyone saw Dylan memorabilia. I had also told her that I was looking for something special for Christmas for you. When she saw this hand notated sheet music she verified that it was legit and called me.” She explained.
“It must have cost you a fortune!”
She shrugged. “Not too bad. Janet negotiated the deal. You might want to think about having her negotiate your contracts…she’s a real tiger.” She paused. “So you like it?”
“Like it? I love it! And I’ll show you how much, just as soon as you open yours.” His eyes were glowing like sapphires lit from within.
Trying to ignore the shiver of anticipation that ran down her spine, she grinned and grabbed the box. Ripping off the paper, she lifted the lid and gasped as her breath caught in her throat. “I thought you didn’t do this anymore.” Her voice was just above a whisper.
“I don’t, but I wanted to give you something special too, and with everything you’ve been through I thought you would appreciate it. This way you can never doubt that you’re in the inner circle….you are my inner circle.”
Eyes shining with tears she reached out with a reverent fingertip to trace the superman symbol pendant of the necklace.
Reaching across the table he took the box from her hand. “Come here.”
Rising, she rounded the table and settled herself on his lap, turning so that he could fasten the necklace around her neck. Touching the pendant where it lay at her throat she looked up at him with her heart in her eyes. “Thank you.” She whispered.
“You’re welcome.” He sipped at the tears caught in her lashes. “I love you.”
With a small cry she threw her arms around him and buried her face in his neck. “Oh Jon, I love you so much that sometimes it scares me!”
He squeezed her tight. “Sssh, sweetheart. Don’t be scared. I’m not going anywhere.”
Leaning back slightly she gazed at his lips and licked her own.
“Let me.” Bending, he traced her lips with the tip of his tongue. When she parted them for him he accepted her invitation and tasted her thoroughly.
Moaning softly she leaned into him and slipped her hands inside his shirt to explore his chest. Frustrated by his shirt that kept getting in the way she sat up to pull the tails out of his pants and push it off his shoulders. Leaning forward he removed it and threw it aside.
Sinking back into the kiss she let her hands roam his chest. She felt as much as heard the groan in his chest when she reached his hardened nipples. Breaking the kiss she leaned back to watch her fingers. When he would have pulled her back she shook her head and pushed his hands away. “No, not yet. I want to touch you.”
One hand slid down over his tight abs to his waistband and below, stroking him through his jeans. Moaning he let his head fall back exposing his neck. Stretching up she licked his adam’s apple, then bit it lightly. He shivered in response. Continuing downward she kissed a path to his chest where she teased first one nipple then the other with her tongue.
Sliding off his lap she pushed his legs apart until she could kneel in between them. Reaching up to rub his nipples with her fingers she licked and sucked her way down his abs, circling his navel with her tongue several times before finally dipping the tip into the sensitive indentation. Opening his belt and jeans, she surveyed her prize. Glancing up at his face she smiled wickedly while he gazed at her helplessly and gripped the arms of the chair tightly. At her tug he lifted his hips slightly so that she could slide his jeans over them.
Wrapping one hand around him she cupped his sac with the other squeezing rhythmically. Running her tongue up the underside of his shaft from base to tip she chuckled when she heard his barely stifled shout. Licking the tip like a lollipop, she flicked her tongue along the slit tasting the drop he couldn’t hold back.
Groaning, his hands fisted in the hair on either side of her head, but he didn’t have the strength or the will to pull her away. When she sucked the tip into her mouth his hands tightened involuntarily. “Oh God, sugar, stop. You’re going to make me lose control!” He gasped.
She raised her head just enough to answer. “No, not this time. This time, I want it all.”
He shivered at the feel of her breath caressing his most sensitive flesh. When she lowered her head again, his whole body tightened. Unable to stop her he helplessly watched through slitted eyes as she devoured him. Reaching the end of his endurance he went rigid and with a throttled shout gave her what she asked for.
Sitting back on her heels she smiled smugly while she waited for him to catch his breath. Removing his jeans completely so he didn’t trip when he stood she removed her robe as well – she was too warm to need it.
“Your turn.” He promised as he stood, helped her to her feet and led her to the bed. Lifting her he laid her in the centre and stretched out beside her his head resting on one hand. With the other he lightly caressed her body from collarbone to thigh. The calluses on his fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake. When she shivered in response he glanced up at her eyes and smiled. With thumb and finger he plucked at the hard kernels of her nipples, his smile deepening as her back arched. Leaning down he licked her nipples dampening the silk that covered them until it faithfully outlined her flesh. Then he toyed with the nubs with his teeth, listening to her gasps before taking first one, then the other deep in his mouth and suckled hard. She cried out.
Leaning back again he watched his hand stroke down her body to play with the snaps that held the teddy closed at the juncture of her thighs, probing gently between with one finger. Her hips lifted towards his teasing hand silently asking for more.
“Jon please!” She panted.
Tugging harder on the snaps he popped them open, pulled the silk upwards and slid it completely from her body, leaving her bare and trembling beside him.
Spreading her thighs wide he wedged his shoulders in between holding her open for his next assault. Gently stroking her with his fingers he watched her beautiful body undulate. Holding her open he replaced his fingers with his tongue driving her higher.
“Oh God, now, Jon, now, please!” She cried.
Chuckling he obliged. Sliding two fingers deep inside her, he captured her ultrasensitive nub of flesh with his teeth. Sucking hard, he thrust his fingers in and out of her in a matching rhythm. She screamed as she reached for the stars.
Not giving her a chance to recover he quickly raised up and buried himself inside her, savouring the feel of the ripples of her climax around him. Holding still for only a moment he started driving hard and fast into her pushing her back up the mountain of desire that she had barely started to descend.
“Jesus Jon, stop, not yet, I can’t, it’s too soon, you’re going to kill me!” She could barely speak.
“Yes you can, just let go. Let your body do what comes naturally.” He was panting already himself.
Helpless to do anything else, she wrapped her arms and legs around him and surrendered herself to his loving. Within moments she was cresting the mountain again, but this time he was with her. Their mingled cries echoed around the room.
Slowly coming back to earth she stroked his back. Kissing her neck, he lifted off her rolling onto his back and pulling her close. Settling her head on his shoulder she ran her fingers through his chest hair. Taking a deep breath she raised up and kissed him softly, but thoroughly.
Glancing at the clock she smiled. “Merry Christmas Jon.”
Pulling her back down for another kiss he released her and settled her more comfortably against him. “Merry Christmas Lindsay.”
Laying her hand over his heart she drifted off into an exhausted slumber. He followed close behind.
Chapter 45
The next day was hectic, stressful, yet fun as only a family gathering can be. Lindsay’s family welcomed Jon with only slight awkwardness when she first introduced him. Her parents might not have been familiar with Bon Jovi, but her brothers and their families certainly were. They soon realized though that Jon was just a regular guy.
“Aunt Lindsay.” Her eleven year old niece Alexis tugged on her arm.
“Yes Lex.” Her aunt answered.
“He’s really cute!” Alexis whispered loudly.
Lindsay laughed. “I think so too.” She whispered back. Jon actually blushed.
Handing Lindsay a present a few minutes later, Alexis’ mother Barb leaned close. “Way to go Linds. I want the details later.” She murmured.
She was sitting beside him on the couch checking out the shirts her mother had insisted on buying for him, when Mark’s thirteen year old daughter Kelly came up to visit with her aunt. Reaching out a finger she touched Lindsay’s necklace.
“I like your necklace Aunt Lindsay. Where did you get it?” she asked.
“Jon gave it to me.” Her aunt replied.
“Why the superman logo? Do you like super heroes or something?”
Debating how to explain, Lindsay realized that she was on Jon’s left side. Quickly checking to make sure her dad wasn’t close by, she lifted Jon’s sleeve.
“Cool! You match!” Kelly exclaimed.
Jon slanted a look at Lindsay and winked. “We certainly do.” She smiled back at him.
Getting up to go help with dinner she saw her oldest nephew Kevin take her seat on the couch. The two were quickly deep in discussion. “Kevin don’t pester Jon too much.”
He gave her an exasperated look. “We’re just talking music Aunt Lindsay.”
“I know, that’s my point. Once the two of you get going, you’ll forget the rest of us exist!” She shook her head. “Musicians!”
“You say that like you don’t love us!” Kevin called after her.
Entering the kitchen she was immediately bombarded with questions from her sisters-in-law.
“So what’s the scoop here Linds?” Mark’s wife Kim asked. “Where did you meet the Rock God?”
Lindsay smiled. “I was working on a missing person case and had to question him.”
Understanding that she couldn’t talk about a case they let it go.
“So is he as good as he looks?” Barb couldn’t resist asking.
“Barb!” Lorraine acted scandalized, but she could still appreciate a tight butt.
Lindsay just grinned and blushed. “Not telling!”
Kim chuckled. “You don’t have to, it’s written all over your face.”
Downstairs Jon promised Kevin he could come to the next show the guys did in Toronto, and he’d introduce him to Tico and the rest of the band. “You can come early and watch us set up. I’m no good on the drums, but I’m sure Teek would be happy to answer all your questions and give you some tips.”
“Great! Thanks Jon!” Kevin jumped up to go tell his brother Nick all about Jon’s plan.
Glancing up Jon saw Doug and Mark heading towards him. Uh oh, here come the protective older brothers!
Mark started the interrogation. “So…you’re dating my sister.” Jon nodded. “You clean?”
Jon stared at him, stunned. Mark shrugged. “Sorry if you think I’m out of line, but I know what goes on at rock concerts. She’s my sister and I need to know that she’s safe.”
Jon smiled ruefully. “I gave up that craziness a long time ago. I’m clean. Nothing more contagious than the odd cold. She’s the only woman in my life.”
“Do you love her?” Doug asked.
Jon looked him in the eye. “Yes.” He answered simply.
Doug studied his face for a minute, then nodded, satisfied. “Hurt her and you’ll answer to us.”
Coming down the stairs to call the men to the table Lindsay saw that her brothers had Jon cornered. “Oh for heavens sake! Stop trying to play the tough guys! Dinner’s ready.” Pushing them out of the way she grabbed Jon’s hand and led him upstairs. “Just ignore them.” She advised. But Jon knew better. Their performance may have been a little over the top, but the message was clear. They would protect their little sister from any man who threatened her well being. Having a daughter, he could appreciate the sentiment.
Dinner conversation was merely an excuse to further the interrogation, although in a more civilized manner.
“So how did the two of you meet?” Doug asked, not being privy to the girls’ kitchen conversation.
Lindsay hesitated, but Jon didn’t. “My daughter ran away for a few days, and Lindsay found her.”
Lindsay looked at him surprised. He smiled.
“It’s ok. My family knows, and it’s only fair that yours does too.” He glanced around the table. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t spread that around though. Who knows what the media would do with that kind of information.”
Everyone nodded their understanding.
“So how many kids do you have?” Kelly asked.
“Four.” Jon answered. “One girl and three boys.”
“Just like us!” Alexis exclaimed looking at her three older brothers.
“Yes, except Jon’s daughter is the oldest.” Lindsay explained.
“Must be nice.” Alexis grumbled.
“She doesn’t think so.” Jon chuckled.
“I heard your new single on the radio the other day.” Mark’s son Craig spoke up. “Not bad.”
“Thanks.” Jon smiled.
“Are you going on tour soon?” Doug’s third son Patrick asked.
“Yeah, in January.” Jon answered and reaching down squeezed Lindsay’s hand. She smiled and squeezed back.
“When are you coming to Toronto?” His older brother Nick asked.
“I’m not sure, I’d have to check the schedule, but I think maybe late March or early April, and then maybe again in July.”
“Can we come?” Alexis pleaded almost jumping out of her chair.
“Alexis!” her mother admonished her.
Jon just laughed. “I think we can arrange something. I already promised Kevin he could come and get a first hand look at an international tour set up.”
“So you’re going to be on the road for quite awhile.” Lorraine commented shooting a glance at Lindsay.
“Well, the winter leg we stay in North America and I get home at least once every couple of weeks or so, then we have about a month off before we head to Europe for two months. Then back to North America for the summer leg.” Jon explained, making no excuses for his lifestyle.
“I’m really looking forward to getting a glimpse into what tour life is like, even if it’s only for a few shows.” Lindsay stated, trying to assure her mother that she was fine with the situation.
Understanding her daughter’s message, Lorraine smiled and shook her head. “My daughter the groupie!”
“Hey, I’m not a groupie! I don’t follow the band, I travel with them!” Everyone laughed.
All too soon it was time to go.
“Why do you have to leave so soon?” Alexis pouted.
“Because we have to catch our flight back to New Jersey so that we can have Christmas with Jon’s family tomorrow.” Lindsay explained.
“Hey, we’ll see you again soon. You’re coming to the concert, remember.” Jon was familiar with young girls pouting because he had to leave.
“Yeah, I guess.” She grumbled. Impulsively she threw her arms around Jon’s waist and hugged him. Smiling he hugged her back.
Hugging and kissing everyone goodbye, they finally managed to escape out the door. Releasing a sigh, Jon started the car and headed for the airport.
Hearing him Lindsay turned to look at him. “I’m sorry. I warned you they were overwhelming.”
Reaching out with his free hand he picked up one of hers and laced their fingers together, and raising it, kissed her fingers. “They were fine. Not as tough as I was expecting, actually…except maybe your brothers. And the kids were great.”
She frowned. “What did my brothers say to you anyway? It looked like they were auditioning for the Sopranos to me.”
He laughed. “Naw, they were just being protective older brothers. I wouldn’t have expected any less. I figure I’m going to be the same –or worse – with Stephanie.”
When she continued to frown he squeezed her hand. “Hey, seriously, I like your family!”
She shook her head. “Now I know you love me to say that and actually mean it!”
Boarding the plane right behind her, Jon wouldn’t let Lindsay near the table, but pushed her towards a couch, ignoring her protests.
“You can go over your lists again when we get home. For now I want you to try and take a nap. We’ve got another busy day ahead of us tomorrow, and neither one of us got much sleep last night.” He waggled his eyebrows at her and she had to laugh. “And I need you well rested to help me deal with my family!
Chuckling she gave in. Once the seat belt sign went off she stretched out on the sofa with him and using his chest as a pillow drifted off to sleep listening to the soothing steady beat of his heart.
Turning to him she blushed a little. “Would you mind? I have this incredible urge to show off my town to you…and show you off to them.” She admitted.
They spent a pleasant hour roaming through the shops, stopping every few minutes to speak to people who called out greetings to Lindsay.
“Do you know everyone in this town?” He murmured.
“Pretty much. It’s a small town and I was born and raised here.” She answered waving at her parents’ neighbour who had called out to her from across the street.
“I’m beginning to understand how you must feel when we go anywhere together.” He muttered. She laughed.
“Lindsay, is that really you?” A voice spoke from behind them.
Turning Lindsay grinned “Tonia? Oh my God! It’s been years! How are you?” She hugged her old school chum.
“I’m good. Kids are driving me nuts as usual. Still with the old man. I hear you have a new one though.” She answered.
Chuckling, Lindsay took the hint and turned to introduce them.
“Jon, this is Tonia Davidson. We’ve known each other since we were little. In fact, the first time I saw you guys in concert was the Slippery tour with Tonia.” She grinned anticipating Tonia’s reaction to finally meeting Jon.
“Hi Tonia, nice to meet you.” Jon smiled and held out his hand.
“Holy fuck!” She shook his hand then hid her face in her hands. He laughed and impulsively gave her a quick hug.
“In case you didn’t notice, Tonia is a bit of a fan.” Lindsay laughed.
“Bite me Linds.” Came from behind the hands.
They talked for a few minutes more and Tonia got herself together enough to actually look at Jon… and find something for him to sign, then Jon and Lindsay headed to her parents house.
Walking up to the front door they spied the tree leaning up against the house. Jon glanced at Lindsay and gave a resigned sigh. “So, am I back in the tree business again?”
She grinned. “But, honey, you do it so well…and you hardly swear at all!”
“That’s because the kids were there.”
They were still laughing when she opened the door. “Mom, Dad?”
“We’re down here Lindsay.” Her mother called from the basement.
Leading the way down the stairs Lindsay found her parents trying to rearrange furniture to make room for the tree.
“Here, let me help you with that.” Jon rushed over to help Lindsay’s dad move a huge recliner chair.
“Thanks.”
“Mom, Dad , this is Jon Bongiovi. Jon, my parents, Bob and Lorraine Chandler.”
“Nice to meet you.” Jon said shaking hands with both of them.
“So you’re the rock star.” Lorraine commented.
Jon smiled and nodded. “I guess.”
Bob looked at him for a moment. “How are you at putting up Christmas trees?”
For the next several hours the four of them worked to prepare for the next day and talked. Bob and Jon put up the tree – with only a little swearing when it almost fell over, Lindsay and Lorraine decorated it – after Jon had put on the lights, much to Lindsay’s delight since she had been stuck with that job for the last few years and she hated it, then Jon helped Lindsay place all the presents underneath it.
Lorraine and Lindsay made the stuffing and as much of the preparations for dinner as they could do this far ahead. When they were alone in the kitchen, Lorraine decided it was a good time to question her daughter on her new situation.
“So what’s the story with you and the rock star?” Lorraine asked.
“Mom, he has a name.” Lindsay complained.
“Don’t change the subject.”
Lindsay sighed and rinsed her hands off. “I don’t know where this is going, Mom, I just know that I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my life. His lifestyle is crazy, and the media is a pain in the ass, but his kids are great, and…he makes me feel special.”
“Do you love him?” Lorraine asked even though she could see the answer in her daughter’s eyes.
“With all my heart.” Came the response she expected.
“And does he love you?”
“With all of my heart and soul.” Jon answered from behind them.
Turning, Lorraine studied him for a minute, assessed the way the two younger people were looking at each other, then nodded. “Good.”
When everything was done, Jon and Lindsay prepared to leave. Lorraine would have preferred that they stayed at the house, but understood that they would like to be alone.
“We’ll see you two in the morning.”
“What time is everyone arriving?” Lindsay asked.
“About ten if Barb can get Doug moving.” She answered.
“So that means more like eleven for them.” Lindsay laughed, knowing her eldest brother well. “Ok see you then.”
Chapter 44
Back at the hotel they decided to order room service and exchange their gifts to each other. Hanging up the phone, Jon turned to Lindsay and grinned.
“What?” She asked warily.
Without answering he got up and pulled a beautifully wrapped box out from under the bed. “Why don’t you open this while we’re waiting for dinner?”
“Ooh, you’re sneaky! I didn’t even see you bring that in!”
“What’s the matter?” He asked when she didn’t open it immediately.
“It’s so pretty, I almost hate to open it.” She answered.
He laughed. “I bet you’ll like what’s inside even better.”
The heat in his eyes gave her a pretty good idea of what she’d find in the box.
Opening it slowly she smiled at his barely concealed impatience. “Is this for me or for you?”
His smile turned down right sultry. “It’s for both of us.”
Taking the lid off the box, Lindsay moved aside some tissue paper and had her suspicions confirmed. Lifting out the lingerie she murmured in appreciation. The rich blue silk would accent her eyes. The corset style of the teddy would lift and cup her breasts, showing them to advantage, while emphasizing the dip of her waist. The robe – if you could call it that – that came with it was long and transparent blue gauze edged in matching silk with a silk sash tie.
“Oh Jon it’s beautiful.” She breathed. “Thank you.”
“It will be even more so with you in it.” His eyes were shining. She blushed at the compliment.
Walking over to her suitcase she pulled out two packages. Laying the larger one on a table she handed him the smaller one. “This isn’t your main present – I’m saving that one for after dinner.”
Removing the wrapping he lifted the lid from the box, revealing the necklace with its leather cord and shimmering guitar pendant.
“Hey, that’s cool!” He kept tilting it to watch the light reflect off the coloured stones. “Thank you.” He leaned over and kissed her.
A knock at the door signaled the arrival of their dinner. “Why don’t you get changed into something more comfortable while I get dinner set up?” He gestured towards the open box in front of her and grinned.
Grinning back she scooped up the box and headed for the bathroom. Looking at herself in the mirror attired in her gift, Lindsay was frankly a little shocked. She had never looked sexier. Damn he’s good at this!
Peeking out first to make sure the waiter had left, she exited the bathroom. “I am almost afraid to ask how you knew what size to buy?”
Turning, he froze, his gaze licking over her from head to toe and back again. “Wow!” Walking over to her he reached out, undid the tie and spread the robe open to have an unimpeded view of her. “Even better than I anticipated.” Glancing up at her face he realized she was waiting for an answer. It took him a couple minutes to remember the question. “Oh, the sales clerk was really good. I described you with my hands and she took measurements and said she thought this would fit. She was right.” Spanning her waist with his hands he pulled her close and kissed her, softly at first, then more thoroughly.
Chuckling she broke the kiss and pushed him back. “Cool your jets big boy. Dinner first, then I want you to open your present…..then we’ll see about thanking you properly for mine.”
Sighing, he raked a hand through his hair. Leading her to the table he sat her formally, then took his seat across from her.
Dinner was a slow torture. The food was probably excellent, but it could have been sawdust for all the notice either one gave it. They talked, but neither one could have said what the topic was. Lindsay’s focus was continually disrupted by the sight of Jon’s chest peeking out of the shirt he had undone almost to his waist. In return, Jon’s gaze kept straying over the vision she presented to him across the table, making him shift position often to try to ease the tightness in his pants. Watching him squirm, knowing the reason why, caused her to do some squirming of her own.
Finally, when they could eat no more she covered the plates and loaded them back onto the tray, which Jon placed in the hallway. Turning back he made a detour to his suitcase before returning to is seat at the table.
When he had sat Lindsay handed him his present. Smiling he handed her the small box he had pulled from his bag. Setting it on the table in front of her she watched him, wanting to see his reaction.
Lifting the lid off of the box he saw sheet music and it took him a minute to realize what he was looking at. Taking the pages out carefully he skimmed over them, stunned. “My God Lindsay, where did you find this?”
“Janet helped me with that. She knew about your standing request to be told if anyone saw Dylan memorabilia. I had also told her that I was looking for something special for Christmas for you. When she saw this hand notated sheet music she verified that it was legit and called me.” She explained.
“It must have cost you a fortune!”
She shrugged. “Not too bad. Janet negotiated the deal. You might want to think about having her negotiate your contracts…she’s a real tiger.” She paused. “So you like it?”
“Like it? I love it! And I’ll show you how much, just as soon as you open yours.” His eyes were glowing like sapphires lit from within.
Trying to ignore the shiver of anticipation that ran down her spine, she grinned and grabbed the box. Ripping off the paper, she lifted the lid and gasped as her breath caught in her throat. “I thought you didn’t do this anymore.” Her voice was just above a whisper.
“I don’t, but I wanted to give you something special too, and with everything you’ve been through I thought you would appreciate it. This way you can never doubt that you’re in the inner circle….you are my inner circle.”
Eyes shining with tears she reached out with a reverent fingertip to trace the superman symbol pendant of the necklace.
Reaching across the table he took the box from her hand. “Come here.”
Rising, she rounded the table and settled herself on his lap, turning so that he could fasten the necklace around her neck. Touching the pendant where it lay at her throat she looked up at him with her heart in her eyes. “Thank you.” She whispered.
“You’re welcome.” He sipped at the tears caught in her lashes. “I love you.”
With a small cry she threw her arms around him and buried her face in his neck. “Oh Jon, I love you so much that sometimes it scares me!”
He squeezed her tight. “Sssh, sweetheart. Don’t be scared. I’m not going anywhere.”
Leaning back slightly she gazed at his lips and licked her own.
“Let me.” Bending, he traced her lips with the tip of his tongue. When she parted them for him he accepted her invitation and tasted her thoroughly.
Moaning softly she leaned into him and slipped her hands inside his shirt to explore his chest. Frustrated by his shirt that kept getting in the way she sat up to pull the tails out of his pants and push it off his shoulders. Leaning forward he removed it and threw it aside.
Sinking back into the kiss she let her hands roam his chest. She felt as much as heard the groan in his chest when she reached his hardened nipples. Breaking the kiss she leaned back to watch her fingers. When he would have pulled her back she shook her head and pushed his hands away. “No, not yet. I want to touch you.”
One hand slid down over his tight abs to his waistband and below, stroking him through his jeans. Moaning he let his head fall back exposing his neck. Stretching up she licked his adam’s apple, then bit it lightly. He shivered in response. Continuing downward she kissed a path to his chest where she teased first one nipple then the other with her tongue.
Sliding off his lap she pushed his legs apart until she could kneel in between them. Reaching up to rub his nipples with her fingers she licked and sucked her way down his abs, circling his navel with her tongue several times before finally dipping the tip into the sensitive indentation. Opening his belt and jeans, she surveyed her prize. Glancing up at his face she smiled wickedly while he gazed at her helplessly and gripped the arms of the chair tightly. At her tug he lifted his hips slightly so that she could slide his jeans over them.
Wrapping one hand around him she cupped his sac with the other squeezing rhythmically. Running her tongue up the underside of his shaft from base to tip she chuckled when she heard his barely stifled shout. Licking the tip like a lollipop, she flicked her tongue along the slit tasting the drop he couldn’t hold back.
Groaning, his hands fisted in the hair on either side of her head, but he didn’t have the strength or the will to pull her away. When she sucked the tip into her mouth his hands tightened involuntarily. “Oh God, sugar, stop. You’re going to make me lose control!” He gasped.
She raised her head just enough to answer. “No, not this time. This time, I want it all.”
He shivered at the feel of her breath caressing his most sensitive flesh. When she lowered her head again, his whole body tightened. Unable to stop her he helplessly watched through slitted eyes as she devoured him. Reaching the end of his endurance he went rigid and with a throttled shout gave her what she asked for.
Sitting back on her heels she smiled smugly while she waited for him to catch his breath. Removing his jeans completely so he didn’t trip when he stood she removed her robe as well – she was too warm to need it.
“Your turn.” He promised as he stood, helped her to her feet and led her to the bed. Lifting her he laid her in the centre and stretched out beside her his head resting on one hand. With the other he lightly caressed her body from collarbone to thigh. The calluses on his fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake. When she shivered in response he glanced up at her eyes and smiled. With thumb and finger he plucked at the hard kernels of her nipples, his smile deepening as her back arched. Leaning down he licked her nipples dampening the silk that covered them until it faithfully outlined her flesh. Then he toyed with the nubs with his teeth, listening to her gasps before taking first one, then the other deep in his mouth and suckled hard. She cried out.
Leaning back again he watched his hand stroke down her body to play with the snaps that held the teddy closed at the juncture of her thighs, probing gently between with one finger. Her hips lifted towards his teasing hand silently asking for more.
“Jon please!” She panted.
Tugging harder on the snaps he popped them open, pulled the silk upwards and slid it completely from her body, leaving her bare and trembling beside him.
Spreading her thighs wide he wedged his shoulders in between holding her open for his next assault. Gently stroking her with his fingers he watched her beautiful body undulate. Holding her open he replaced his fingers with his tongue driving her higher.
“Oh God, now, Jon, now, please!” She cried.
Chuckling he obliged. Sliding two fingers deep inside her, he captured her ultrasensitive nub of flesh with his teeth. Sucking hard, he thrust his fingers in and out of her in a matching rhythm. She screamed as she reached for the stars.
Not giving her a chance to recover he quickly raised up and buried himself inside her, savouring the feel of the ripples of her climax around him. Holding still for only a moment he started driving hard and fast into her pushing her back up the mountain of desire that she had barely started to descend.
“Jesus Jon, stop, not yet, I can’t, it’s too soon, you’re going to kill me!” She could barely speak.
“Yes you can, just let go. Let your body do what comes naturally.” He was panting already himself.
Helpless to do anything else, she wrapped her arms and legs around him and surrendered herself to his loving. Within moments she was cresting the mountain again, but this time he was with her. Their mingled cries echoed around the room.
Slowly coming back to earth she stroked his back. Kissing her neck, he lifted off her rolling onto his back and pulling her close. Settling her head on his shoulder she ran her fingers through his chest hair. Taking a deep breath she raised up and kissed him softly, but thoroughly.
Glancing at the clock she smiled. “Merry Christmas Jon.”
Pulling her back down for another kiss he released her and settled her more comfortably against him. “Merry Christmas Lindsay.”
Laying her hand over his heart she drifted off into an exhausted slumber. He followed close behind.
Chapter 45
The next day was hectic, stressful, yet fun as only a family gathering can be. Lindsay’s family welcomed Jon with only slight awkwardness when she first introduced him. Her parents might not have been familiar with Bon Jovi, but her brothers and their families certainly were. They soon realized though that Jon was just a regular guy.
“Aunt Lindsay.” Her eleven year old niece Alexis tugged on her arm.
“Yes Lex.” Her aunt answered.
“He’s really cute!” Alexis whispered loudly.
Lindsay laughed. “I think so too.” She whispered back. Jon actually blushed.
Handing Lindsay a present a few minutes later, Alexis’ mother Barb leaned close. “Way to go Linds. I want the details later.” She murmured.
She was sitting beside him on the couch checking out the shirts her mother had insisted on buying for him, when Mark’s thirteen year old daughter Kelly came up to visit with her aunt. Reaching out a finger she touched Lindsay’s necklace.
“I like your necklace Aunt Lindsay. Where did you get it?” she asked.
“Jon gave it to me.” Her aunt replied.
“Why the superman logo? Do you like super heroes or something?”
Debating how to explain, Lindsay realized that she was on Jon’s left side. Quickly checking to make sure her dad wasn’t close by, she lifted Jon’s sleeve.
“Cool! You match!” Kelly exclaimed.
Jon slanted a look at Lindsay and winked. “We certainly do.” She smiled back at him.
Getting up to go help with dinner she saw her oldest nephew Kevin take her seat on the couch. The two were quickly deep in discussion. “Kevin don’t pester Jon too much.”
He gave her an exasperated look. “We’re just talking music Aunt Lindsay.”
“I know, that’s my point. Once the two of you get going, you’ll forget the rest of us exist!” She shook her head. “Musicians!”
“You say that like you don’t love us!” Kevin called after her.
Entering the kitchen she was immediately bombarded with questions from her sisters-in-law.
“So what’s the scoop here Linds?” Mark’s wife Kim asked. “Where did you meet the Rock God?”
Lindsay smiled. “I was working on a missing person case and had to question him.”
Understanding that she couldn’t talk about a case they let it go.
“So is he as good as he looks?” Barb couldn’t resist asking.
“Barb!” Lorraine acted scandalized, but she could still appreciate a tight butt.
Lindsay just grinned and blushed. “Not telling!”
Kim chuckled. “You don’t have to, it’s written all over your face.”
Downstairs Jon promised Kevin he could come to the next show the guys did in Toronto, and he’d introduce him to Tico and the rest of the band. “You can come early and watch us set up. I’m no good on the drums, but I’m sure Teek would be happy to answer all your questions and give you some tips.”
“Great! Thanks Jon!” Kevin jumped up to go tell his brother Nick all about Jon’s plan.
Glancing up Jon saw Doug and Mark heading towards him. Uh oh, here come the protective older brothers!
Mark started the interrogation. “So…you’re dating my sister.” Jon nodded. “You clean?”
Jon stared at him, stunned. Mark shrugged. “Sorry if you think I’m out of line, but I know what goes on at rock concerts. She’s my sister and I need to know that she’s safe.”
Jon smiled ruefully. “I gave up that craziness a long time ago. I’m clean. Nothing more contagious than the odd cold. She’s the only woman in my life.”
“Do you love her?” Doug asked.
Jon looked him in the eye. “Yes.” He answered simply.
Doug studied his face for a minute, then nodded, satisfied. “Hurt her and you’ll answer to us.”
Coming down the stairs to call the men to the table Lindsay saw that her brothers had Jon cornered. “Oh for heavens sake! Stop trying to play the tough guys! Dinner’s ready.” Pushing them out of the way she grabbed Jon’s hand and led him upstairs. “Just ignore them.” She advised. But Jon knew better. Their performance may have been a little over the top, but the message was clear. They would protect their little sister from any man who threatened her well being. Having a daughter, he could appreciate the sentiment.
Dinner conversation was merely an excuse to further the interrogation, although in a more civilized manner.
“So how did the two of you meet?” Doug asked, not being privy to the girls’ kitchen conversation.
Lindsay hesitated, but Jon didn’t. “My daughter ran away for a few days, and Lindsay found her.”
Lindsay looked at him surprised. He smiled.
“It’s ok. My family knows, and it’s only fair that yours does too.” He glanced around the table. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t spread that around though. Who knows what the media would do with that kind of information.”
Everyone nodded their understanding.
“So how many kids do you have?” Kelly asked.
“Four.” Jon answered. “One girl and three boys.”
“Just like us!” Alexis exclaimed looking at her three older brothers.
“Yes, except Jon’s daughter is the oldest.” Lindsay explained.
“Must be nice.” Alexis grumbled.
“She doesn’t think so.” Jon chuckled.
“I heard your new single on the radio the other day.” Mark’s son Craig spoke up. “Not bad.”
“Thanks.” Jon smiled.
“Are you going on tour soon?” Doug’s third son Patrick asked.
“Yeah, in January.” Jon answered and reaching down squeezed Lindsay’s hand. She smiled and squeezed back.
“When are you coming to Toronto?” His older brother Nick asked.
“I’m not sure, I’d have to check the schedule, but I think maybe late March or early April, and then maybe again in July.”
“Can we come?” Alexis pleaded almost jumping out of her chair.
“Alexis!” her mother admonished her.
Jon just laughed. “I think we can arrange something. I already promised Kevin he could come and get a first hand look at an international tour set up.”
“So you’re going to be on the road for quite awhile.” Lorraine commented shooting a glance at Lindsay.
“Well, the winter leg we stay in North America and I get home at least once every couple of weeks or so, then we have about a month off before we head to Europe for two months. Then back to North America for the summer leg.” Jon explained, making no excuses for his lifestyle.
“I’m really looking forward to getting a glimpse into what tour life is like, even if it’s only for a few shows.” Lindsay stated, trying to assure her mother that she was fine with the situation.
Understanding her daughter’s message, Lorraine smiled and shook her head. “My daughter the groupie!”
“Hey, I’m not a groupie! I don’t follow the band, I travel with them!” Everyone laughed.
All too soon it was time to go.
“Why do you have to leave so soon?” Alexis pouted.
“Because we have to catch our flight back to New Jersey so that we can have Christmas with Jon’s family tomorrow.” Lindsay explained.
“Hey, we’ll see you again soon. You’re coming to the concert, remember.” Jon was familiar with young girls pouting because he had to leave.
“Yeah, I guess.” She grumbled. Impulsively she threw her arms around Jon’s waist and hugged him. Smiling he hugged her back.
Hugging and kissing everyone goodbye, they finally managed to escape out the door. Releasing a sigh, Jon started the car and headed for the airport.
Hearing him Lindsay turned to look at him. “I’m sorry. I warned you they were overwhelming.”
Reaching out with his free hand he picked up one of hers and laced their fingers together, and raising it, kissed her fingers. “They were fine. Not as tough as I was expecting, actually…except maybe your brothers. And the kids were great.”
She frowned. “What did my brothers say to you anyway? It looked like they were auditioning for the Sopranos to me.”
He laughed. “Naw, they were just being protective older brothers. I wouldn’t have expected any less. I figure I’m going to be the same –or worse – with Stephanie.”
When she continued to frown he squeezed her hand. “Hey, seriously, I like your family!”
She shook her head. “Now I know you love me to say that and actually mean it!”
Boarding the plane right behind her, Jon wouldn’t let Lindsay near the table, but pushed her towards a couch, ignoring her protests.
“You can go over your lists again when we get home. For now I want you to try and take a nap. We’ve got another busy day ahead of us tomorrow, and neither one of us got much sleep last night.” He waggled his eyebrows at her and she had to laugh. “And I need you well rested to help me deal with my family!
Chuckling she gave in. Once the seat belt sign went off she stretched out on the sofa with him and using his chest as a pillow drifted off to sleep listening to the soothing steady beat of his heart.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Chapter 40
The next Friday evening Lindsay entered Jon’s office to find him, as usual, on the phone. He looked up as she approached his desk and smiled. When he raised a brow in question she shook her head. Careful not to mix anything up she started searching around his desk. When she came around to his side to check she had to stifle a squeal as he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her onto his lap, while still continuing his conversation.
Smiling secretly to herself she decided that two could play that game. Leaning forward as she continued to search his desk she pushed her butt more deeply into his lap, smirking when she heard his quickly indrawn breath.
“Uh, Paul, can I call you back in a bit? Something just came up here.” Something came up indeed! “No, no it’s fine, I just need to call you back. Thanks. Bye.”
Wrapping both arms around her waist to hold her still he asked. “ok, missy, just what are you looking for?”
“This!” Pulling his daytimer out from under a pile of papers, she waved it in triumph. Turning to the next day’s page she studied his schedule. “So you’re going to be around the house tomorrow, you don’t have to go anywhere?”
“Nope, I’ll be home all day. Why?” He sucked in another breath as she squirmed a little to get more comfortable.
“Can I borrow your car then?” She asked.
“Sure. Where are you going?” He was curious. He would willingly give her anything he had, but she rarely asked for anything, even something as minor as this.
“I’m taking the kids Christmas shopping and I can’t fit all of them and Romeo’s car seat in my car.” She answered.
His brows rose. “You’re taking all of them?”
She turned to look at him over her shoulder and sighed in exasperation. “Yes, I’m taking all of them. Dorothea acted like I’d lost my mind too when I asked if I could take them. Why does everyone think that it’s so strange? Don’t you think I can handle it?”
“Sshhh, sweetheart.” He urged her to lie back against him. “It’s not that I don’t think you can handle it, it’s more that you would want to.”
That just confused her more. “Why wouldn’t I? It’s not like they’re little hellions. Steph and Jesse don’t need much looking after and they’re always good to help with the little ones.”
“Not many women would take on a task like that for someone else’s kids, that’s all.” He explained.
“It’s not a task. It’s fun. And they’re not ‘someone else’s kids’. They’re your kids.” She argued.
He smiled at her vehemence, and kissed her temple. “I know, and the fact that you look at it as fun, and that you want to spend time with my kids just adds to what I love about you.”
Feeling the anger drain out her she relaxed back against him. Turning her head she kissed him lightly. “I love you too.”
Sitting up again she attempted to move off his lap. “I’d better let you get back to work.”
He wouldn’t let her up. “Oh no, you need to finish what you started first.” When she looked at him in confusion he pressed her hips down and thrust his up slightly.
She grinned. “I didn’t start that…you did.” He raised a brow at her. “I didn’t choose to sit on your lap, you put me here. However,” She moved her hips in a circular motion forcing a groan from his throat. “I’ll be more than happy to finish it.”
Suddenly their position caused visions of the video for Queen of New Orleans to flash through her head. Her smile turned just a little devilish.
Taking his hands she placed them on the arms of the chair. “Leave them there.”
Having changed into sweats when she got home from work, it was the work of only a few moments to slip them off along with her sweatshirt, leaving her in bra and lace panties. Humming, she turned to face him and straddled his legs. Gyrating her hips she put her hands on the top of the back of the chair. Leaning forward she brushed her breasts across his face. Once. Twice. Three times.
At first he was a little stunned at her performance. Then he recognized the tune she was humming. Understanding now what was expected of him he grinned and sat back to enjoy.
Sitting upright again she continued undulating her lower body while she ran her hands over her breasts. She watched his eyes follow her hands and reveled in the flames of desire she saw there.
Reaching out she slowly unbuttoned his shirt and spread it wide open. She ran her fingertips lightly over the taut muscles and watched his chest heave as his breathing shortened. Trailing her fingers down further, she teased him through his pants. He groaned.
Turning around she sat on his lap and leaned back against his chest. Pressing her hips down she continued to swivel them, and added some shoulder motion rubbing them back and forth across his bare skin.
Clenching his fists in an effort not to grab her and end his torture he closed his eyes and leaned his head back. As she continued her movements he was unable to stop the ravaged moan that erupted from his very core.
“Jesus Lindsay, you’re killing me!”
Her only response was a low, sultry laugh. Leaning fully back against him she raised her arms to run her fingers through his hair. Pulling his head down she turned until she could reach his mouth with hers. The tip of her tongue came out to trace his lips, teasing him until he parted them for her. When he did she swept inside and tasted him deeply.
Reaching behind her she popped open the button on his jeans. With two fingertips she probed underneath the denim. His hips bucked in response.
He tore his mouth away from hers. “That does it.” He panted.
Grabbing her hips he lifted her slightly so that he could reach his zipper and release his now aching erection. Stripping off her panties, he checked to make sure she was ready for him. Finding her swollen and drenched he impaled her in his lap.
Releasing her hips he cupped her breasts, teasing her taut nipples with his fingers while she resumed her gyrations.
“Oh, God, Jon!” she gasped arching her back, pushing her breasts more firmly into his hands.
Sliding one hand down her ribcage and over her belly he reached between her legs to caress her lightly in time with her movements.
“Mmmmm, yes.” She moaned reaching down to press him more firmly against her sensitive flesh.
Unable to help herself she started moving faster. “Please Jon, now!”
In response he grasped her hips, held her down and thrust upwards. Hard. Once. Twice. Three times.
She screamed as the world exploded.
Wrapping his arms tightly around her, he held her as they shuddered together.
Chapter 41
“Honey, we need to talk about Christmas.” Lindsay sighed as she set down the lists she had been going over.
“What about it?” Jon replied looking up from the contracts he’d been reading. Leaning his head back against the couch he turned to look at her sitting beside him.
“Well, for starters, when are we going to celebrate it, where, and how?” She asked.
“Dorothea has asked to have the kids Christmas Day, and after we got them Thanksgiving I thought that was only fair. We can do ours Boxing Day can’t we?” He replied.
She nodded. “That works. I can be back by then.” She turned back to her lists.
He frowned. “What do you mean you ‘can be back by then’? Back from where?”
“Home.” She answered. When he didn’t say anything she glanced at him and saw the frown. “What? It’s Christmas. I have to go home for Christmas. But my family does everything Christmas Day, and Mom and Dad are both nearing 80, so we don’t stay very late anymore. I can be back here for Boxing Day.”
His frown deepened. “When were you planning on leaving?”
She could hear the anger in his voice. “I thought I’d leave Christmas Eve day in the morning. What’s wrong? Was there something you wanted me to do?”
He shook his head and almost glared at her in a mixture of hurt and frustration. “Did it even cross your mind to ask me to go with you?”
She eyed him warily. “Yes, but I didn’t think that you would want to leave the kids at Christmas.” She looked down at the pages in her lap. “And, I wasn’t sure you would want to go. My family can be a little overwhelming.” She admitted.
He sighed. Setting aside the contracts he reached out to cup her chin in his hand, gently forcing her to look at him. “Hey, we’re in this together now. The kids will be busy at their mothers, and of course I want to go with you. As for overwhelming families…” He smiled wryly. “…well you’ve met mine, so why shouldn’t I meet yours?”
“Are you sure?” She tried not to sound too hopeful.
“Yes, I’m sure.” He tapped the tip of her nose with his finger. “Sweetheart, will you please do me one favour?”
“Sure, what?” She asked.
“Will you please, in future, try to remember that you are part of a couple now, and as the other half of that couple, as much as I want you included in my life, I want to be included in yours as well. I may not be able to be with you all the time, but I’d like to have the option. Besides, this is our first Christmas together. I don’t want to spend a minute of it apart.” He kissed her.
“Ok, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. It’s a long drive in the timeframe we have, and my brothers are probably going to put you through the third degree – especially considering your profession.” She smiled happily.
“Drive? Why would we drive?” He asked surprised.
“Because it’s Christmas and we’ll never get a flight.” She answered.
He chuckled. “Sugar, you should know better than that by now. Just let me know what time you want to leave and I’ll look after the rest.”
Shaking her head she reached for her phone. “I’m definitely not used to this yet. Hi Mom, how are you? Good, I’m fine. I just wanted to let you know that I’m bringing someone home with me for Christmas.” She laughed. “Yes, the rock star. Well, yes Mom, it is pretty serious. I don’t know if we’re going to get married.” She closed her eyes and laid her head back against the couch her cheeks flaming.
Jon chuckled and leaned over to kiss her cheek.
“Yes, Mom, I’ll make sure they’re covered. No he’s only got three and their not huge. We’ll be coming in on Christmas Eve day and leaving Christmas night. We’ve got to be back here for Christmas with his family on Boxing Day. I know that’s not very long Mom, but it’s the best I…we… can do. No you don’t need to buy him any presents, I’ll take care of it. Yes, I’ll bring dessert. Ok, I’ll talk to you later. Bye.”
“Ok, I’ll bite. What do I only have three of that aren’t huge?” He asked, curious.
“Tattoos. My Dad has a real dislike for them, so we all have to keep them covered when he’s around.” She answered ruefully.
“All? So you’re not the only one in your family with some ink?” He asked, amused.
“Nope. My brother Mark has a small one on his shoulder blade, and my oldest nephew Kevin has several – I’ve lost count – across his shoulders and down his arms. Dad had a fit when he saw them. So…..it’s short sleeves and socks for you my friend.”
“Short sleeves? In the winter? In Canada? How tough do you think I am?” He laughed.
“So wear layers, because believe me, after about ten minutes in my mother’s house you’ll be sweating. She’s always cold, and keeps the heat jacked up.”
He nodded. “Anything else I should be aware of?”
“Well, Kevin is a drummer in a wanna be band, so be prepared to answer a lot of questions. Apparently they’ve got some big gig New Year’s Eve and he’s really excited. I’ll fill you in on the rest on the plane.”
He suddenly looked uncomfortable. “Speaking of New Year’s Eve….there’s something I think I forgot to tell you.”
She turned to look at him and raised a brow at him. “Oh?”
“Yeah, umm, we’re hosting a party here. Not too big, just family and some close friends that I want you to meet.” He waited for the explosion.
She swallowed hard, frantically trying to figure out how she would find the time to organize a big party on top of the shopping and cooking for two family Christmases. “How many people are we talking here?”
“Only about fifty or so.” He assured her.
She stared at him in disbelief. “JON!!” she wailed.
Chapter 42
Boarding the private plane Lindsay took a minute to appreciate the luxury surrounding her. Niiice. I could get used to this! Sitting at a table she pulled out a stack of papers going over her lists yet again.
Sitting on a couch, Jon shook his head at her. “Honey, why don’t you come over here and relax. You’re gonna wear yourself out. Hell, you’ve worn me out just watching you!”
Still focused on her lists she answered absently. “What are you talking about?”
“You. You’ve been running around like a mad woman for the last two weeks! You work all day, come home, and disappear into the kitchen for hours. On weekends you bring the kids over and decorate the whole house.” The memory of that brought a smile to both their faces. That had been a special weekend full of laughs and memorable family moments.
“On top of your own shopping you helped the kids and me with ours and wrapped everything.” He continued. “You’ve made all the preparations for a full on family Christmas with all the trimmings even though I have a full staff that could have done it for you,..”
“That wouldn’t be the same. Besides, they have their own Christmas’ to prepare for. They don’t need me adding to their work load.” She interrupted.
“Then you decide that we need to make sure that all the kids in the Habitat for Humanity homes I’ve been involved with have presents for Christmas…” He continued as though she hadn’t spoken.
“I didn’t do much, just some shopping.” She shrugged. “Every kid deserves a nice Christmas. I just wanted to help make that happen in some small way. Besides, you’re paying for it.”
“You have a very soft, caring heart, and I love you for it.” He said softly.
She grinned. “Remember that when you get the bill.”
He laughed, then sobered. “My point is, you’ve been doing all this, plus making sure the guys had everything they needed while we were rehearsing, lining up everything for New Year’s Eve and now you’re, what, making lists of everything you need to do at your parents for tomorrow!”
“So? Recognizing a kindred spirit? You’re not the only anal retentive one when it comes to wanting anything you’re involved in to go well you know.”
He chuckled. “I know, it’s just that it seems like you’re always on the run.”
She looked at him for a moment, confused at his mood, then smiled. “Are you feeling neglected?”
He frowned. “I finally get you to spend more than three days in my house and I see you less than I do when you’re not staying there!” He grouched.
Setting down her papers, she rose, walked over to him and sat in his lap. Feeling his arms steal around her she wrapped hers around his neck and kissed him softly. “I’m sorry.”
He grunted. “So, are you going to make it up to me?”
Just then the flight attendant entered the cabin to see if they needed anything. Stifling a squeal Lindsay tried to slide of his lap, but he held her in place.
When the attendant left – unable to hide her smile – Lindsay hid her flaming face in his neck.
Chuckling, he squeezed her and gently tipped her head back. Kissing her lightly he whispered. “Wanna join the mile high club?”
“Not unless you can lock that door.” She answered primly.
“But I thought that you wanted to make it up to me for neglecting me these last two weeks.” He pouted.
“Oh I will, but you’re going to have to wait until we can guarantee there will be no interruptions.”
He sighed. “I guess I’ll just have to settle for holding you….for now.”
For the rest of the flight they talked quietly, exchanging soft kisses.
Smiling secretly to herself she decided that two could play that game. Leaning forward as she continued to search his desk she pushed her butt more deeply into his lap, smirking when she heard his quickly indrawn breath.
“Uh, Paul, can I call you back in a bit? Something just came up here.” Something came up indeed! “No, no it’s fine, I just need to call you back. Thanks. Bye.”
Wrapping both arms around her waist to hold her still he asked. “ok, missy, just what are you looking for?”
“This!” Pulling his daytimer out from under a pile of papers, she waved it in triumph. Turning to the next day’s page she studied his schedule. “So you’re going to be around the house tomorrow, you don’t have to go anywhere?”
“Nope, I’ll be home all day. Why?” He sucked in another breath as she squirmed a little to get more comfortable.
“Can I borrow your car then?” She asked.
“Sure. Where are you going?” He was curious. He would willingly give her anything he had, but she rarely asked for anything, even something as minor as this.
“I’m taking the kids Christmas shopping and I can’t fit all of them and Romeo’s car seat in my car.” She answered.
His brows rose. “You’re taking all of them?”
She turned to look at him over her shoulder and sighed in exasperation. “Yes, I’m taking all of them. Dorothea acted like I’d lost my mind too when I asked if I could take them. Why does everyone think that it’s so strange? Don’t you think I can handle it?”
“Sshhh, sweetheart.” He urged her to lie back against him. “It’s not that I don’t think you can handle it, it’s more that you would want to.”
That just confused her more. “Why wouldn’t I? It’s not like they’re little hellions. Steph and Jesse don’t need much looking after and they’re always good to help with the little ones.”
“Not many women would take on a task like that for someone else’s kids, that’s all.” He explained.
“It’s not a task. It’s fun. And they’re not ‘someone else’s kids’. They’re your kids.” She argued.
He smiled at her vehemence, and kissed her temple. “I know, and the fact that you look at it as fun, and that you want to spend time with my kids just adds to what I love about you.”
Feeling the anger drain out her she relaxed back against him. Turning her head she kissed him lightly. “I love you too.”
Sitting up again she attempted to move off his lap. “I’d better let you get back to work.”
He wouldn’t let her up. “Oh no, you need to finish what you started first.” When she looked at him in confusion he pressed her hips down and thrust his up slightly.
She grinned. “I didn’t start that…you did.” He raised a brow at her. “I didn’t choose to sit on your lap, you put me here. However,” She moved her hips in a circular motion forcing a groan from his throat. “I’ll be more than happy to finish it.”
Suddenly their position caused visions of the video for Queen of New Orleans to flash through her head. Her smile turned just a little devilish.
Taking his hands she placed them on the arms of the chair. “Leave them there.”
Having changed into sweats when she got home from work, it was the work of only a few moments to slip them off along with her sweatshirt, leaving her in bra and lace panties. Humming, she turned to face him and straddled his legs. Gyrating her hips she put her hands on the top of the back of the chair. Leaning forward she brushed her breasts across his face. Once. Twice. Three times.
At first he was a little stunned at her performance. Then he recognized the tune she was humming. Understanding now what was expected of him he grinned and sat back to enjoy.
Sitting upright again she continued undulating her lower body while she ran her hands over her breasts. She watched his eyes follow her hands and reveled in the flames of desire she saw there.
Reaching out she slowly unbuttoned his shirt and spread it wide open. She ran her fingertips lightly over the taut muscles and watched his chest heave as his breathing shortened. Trailing her fingers down further, she teased him through his pants. He groaned.
Turning around she sat on his lap and leaned back against his chest. Pressing her hips down she continued to swivel them, and added some shoulder motion rubbing them back and forth across his bare skin.
Clenching his fists in an effort not to grab her and end his torture he closed his eyes and leaned his head back. As she continued her movements he was unable to stop the ravaged moan that erupted from his very core.
“Jesus Lindsay, you’re killing me!”
Her only response was a low, sultry laugh. Leaning fully back against him she raised her arms to run her fingers through his hair. Pulling his head down she turned until she could reach his mouth with hers. The tip of her tongue came out to trace his lips, teasing him until he parted them for her. When he did she swept inside and tasted him deeply.
Reaching behind her she popped open the button on his jeans. With two fingertips she probed underneath the denim. His hips bucked in response.
He tore his mouth away from hers. “That does it.” He panted.
Grabbing her hips he lifted her slightly so that he could reach his zipper and release his now aching erection. Stripping off her panties, he checked to make sure she was ready for him. Finding her swollen and drenched he impaled her in his lap.
Releasing her hips he cupped her breasts, teasing her taut nipples with his fingers while she resumed her gyrations.
“Oh, God, Jon!” she gasped arching her back, pushing her breasts more firmly into his hands.
Sliding one hand down her ribcage and over her belly he reached between her legs to caress her lightly in time with her movements.
“Mmmmm, yes.” She moaned reaching down to press him more firmly against her sensitive flesh.
Unable to help herself she started moving faster. “Please Jon, now!”
In response he grasped her hips, held her down and thrust upwards. Hard. Once. Twice. Three times.
She screamed as the world exploded.
Wrapping his arms tightly around her, he held her as they shuddered together.
Chapter 41
“Honey, we need to talk about Christmas.” Lindsay sighed as she set down the lists she had been going over.
“What about it?” Jon replied looking up from the contracts he’d been reading. Leaning his head back against the couch he turned to look at her sitting beside him.
“Well, for starters, when are we going to celebrate it, where, and how?” She asked.
“Dorothea has asked to have the kids Christmas Day, and after we got them Thanksgiving I thought that was only fair. We can do ours Boxing Day can’t we?” He replied.
She nodded. “That works. I can be back by then.” She turned back to her lists.
He frowned. “What do you mean you ‘can be back by then’? Back from where?”
“Home.” She answered. When he didn’t say anything she glanced at him and saw the frown. “What? It’s Christmas. I have to go home for Christmas. But my family does everything Christmas Day, and Mom and Dad are both nearing 80, so we don’t stay very late anymore. I can be back here for Boxing Day.”
His frown deepened. “When were you planning on leaving?”
She could hear the anger in his voice. “I thought I’d leave Christmas Eve day in the morning. What’s wrong? Was there something you wanted me to do?”
He shook his head and almost glared at her in a mixture of hurt and frustration. “Did it even cross your mind to ask me to go with you?”
She eyed him warily. “Yes, but I didn’t think that you would want to leave the kids at Christmas.” She looked down at the pages in her lap. “And, I wasn’t sure you would want to go. My family can be a little overwhelming.” She admitted.
He sighed. Setting aside the contracts he reached out to cup her chin in his hand, gently forcing her to look at him. “Hey, we’re in this together now. The kids will be busy at their mothers, and of course I want to go with you. As for overwhelming families…” He smiled wryly. “…well you’ve met mine, so why shouldn’t I meet yours?”
“Are you sure?” She tried not to sound too hopeful.
“Yes, I’m sure.” He tapped the tip of her nose with his finger. “Sweetheart, will you please do me one favour?”
“Sure, what?” She asked.
“Will you please, in future, try to remember that you are part of a couple now, and as the other half of that couple, as much as I want you included in my life, I want to be included in yours as well. I may not be able to be with you all the time, but I’d like to have the option. Besides, this is our first Christmas together. I don’t want to spend a minute of it apart.” He kissed her.
“Ok, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. It’s a long drive in the timeframe we have, and my brothers are probably going to put you through the third degree – especially considering your profession.” She smiled happily.
“Drive? Why would we drive?” He asked surprised.
“Because it’s Christmas and we’ll never get a flight.” She answered.
He chuckled. “Sugar, you should know better than that by now. Just let me know what time you want to leave and I’ll look after the rest.”
Shaking her head she reached for her phone. “I’m definitely not used to this yet. Hi Mom, how are you? Good, I’m fine. I just wanted to let you know that I’m bringing someone home with me for Christmas.” She laughed. “Yes, the rock star. Well, yes Mom, it is pretty serious. I don’t know if we’re going to get married.” She closed her eyes and laid her head back against the couch her cheeks flaming.
Jon chuckled and leaned over to kiss her cheek.
“Yes, Mom, I’ll make sure they’re covered. No he’s only got three and their not huge. We’ll be coming in on Christmas Eve day and leaving Christmas night. We’ve got to be back here for Christmas with his family on Boxing Day. I know that’s not very long Mom, but it’s the best I…we… can do. No you don’t need to buy him any presents, I’ll take care of it. Yes, I’ll bring dessert. Ok, I’ll talk to you later. Bye.”
“Ok, I’ll bite. What do I only have three of that aren’t huge?” He asked, curious.
“Tattoos. My Dad has a real dislike for them, so we all have to keep them covered when he’s around.” She answered ruefully.
“All? So you’re not the only one in your family with some ink?” He asked, amused.
“Nope. My brother Mark has a small one on his shoulder blade, and my oldest nephew Kevin has several – I’ve lost count – across his shoulders and down his arms. Dad had a fit when he saw them. So…..it’s short sleeves and socks for you my friend.”
“Short sleeves? In the winter? In Canada? How tough do you think I am?” He laughed.
“So wear layers, because believe me, after about ten minutes in my mother’s house you’ll be sweating. She’s always cold, and keeps the heat jacked up.”
He nodded. “Anything else I should be aware of?”
“Well, Kevin is a drummer in a wanna be band, so be prepared to answer a lot of questions. Apparently they’ve got some big gig New Year’s Eve and he’s really excited. I’ll fill you in on the rest on the plane.”
He suddenly looked uncomfortable. “Speaking of New Year’s Eve….there’s something I think I forgot to tell you.”
She turned to look at him and raised a brow at him. “Oh?”
“Yeah, umm, we’re hosting a party here. Not too big, just family and some close friends that I want you to meet.” He waited for the explosion.
She swallowed hard, frantically trying to figure out how she would find the time to organize a big party on top of the shopping and cooking for two family Christmases. “How many people are we talking here?”
“Only about fifty or so.” He assured her.
She stared at him in disbelief. “JON!!” she wailed.
Chapter 42
Boarding the private plane Lindsay took a minute to appreciate the luxury surrounding her. Niiice. I could get used to this! Sitting at a table she pulled out a stack of papers going over her lists yet again.
Sitting on a couch, Jon shook his head at her. “Honey, why don’t you come over here and relax. You’re gonna wear yourself out. Hell, you’ve worn me out just watching you!”
Still focused on her lists she answered absently. “What are you talking about?”
“You. You’ve been running around like a mad woman for the last two weeks! You work all day, come home, and disappear into the kitchen for hours. On weekends you bring the kids over and decorate the whole house.” The memory of that brought a smile to both their faces. That had been a special weekend full of laughs and memorable family moments.
“On top of your own shopping you helped the kids and me with ours and wrapped everything.” He continued. “You’ve made all the preparations for a full on family Christmas with all the trimmings even though I have a full staff that could have done it for you,..”
“That wouldn’t be the same. Besides, they have their own Christmas’ to prepare for. They don’t need me adding to their work load.” She interrupted.
“Then you decide that we need to make sure that all the kids in the Habitat for Humanity homes I’ve been involved with have presents for Christmas…” He continued as though she hadn’t spoken.
“I didn’t do much, just some shopping.” She shrugged. “Every kid deserves a nice Christmas. I just wanted to help make that happen in some small way. Besides, you’re paying for it.”
“You have a very soft, caring heart, and I love you for it.” He said softly.
She grinned. “Remember that when you get the bill.”
He laughed, then sobered. “My point is, you’ve been doing all this, plus making sure the guys had everything they needed while we were rehearsing, lining up everything for New Year’s Eve and now you’re, what, making lists of everything you need to do at your parents for tomorrow!”
“So? Recognizing a kindred spirit? You’re not the only anal retentive one when it comes to wanting anything you’re involved in to go well you know.”
He chuckled. “I know, it’s just that it seems like you’re always on the run.”
She looked at him for a moment, confused at his mood, then smiled. “Are you feeling neglected?”
He frowned. “I finally get you to spend more than three days in my house and I see you less than I do when you’re not staying there!” He grouched.
Setting down her papers, she rose, walked over to him and sat in his lap. Feeling his arms steal around her she wrapped hers around his neck and kissed him softly. “I’m sorry.”
He grunted. “So, are you going to make it up to me?”
Just then the flight attendant entered the cabin to see if they needed anything. Stifling a squeal Lindsay tried to slide of his lap, but he held her in place.
When the attendant left – unable to hide her smile – Lindsay hid her flaming face in his neck.
Chuckling, he squeezed her and gently tipped her head back. Kissing her lightly he whispered. “Wanna join the mile high club?”
“Not unless you can lock that door.” She answered primly.
“But I thought that you wanted to make it up to me for neglecting me these last two weeks.” He pouted.
“Oh I will, but you’re going to have to wait until we can guarantee there will be no interruptions.”
He sighed. “I guess I’ll just have to settle for holding you….for now.”
For the rest of the flight they talked quietly, exchanging soft kisses.
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