47 - Shower Me With Your Love

Jon’s fingers sank into her thick curls as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and they fell deeper into the kiss. This kiss...their kiss…had everything. Soft and intimate, with the right amount of tenderness to let him know she wasn’t going anywhere. Well, except wherever he was. 

 

They pulled away at the same time when the distinctive ring from Jon’s phone interrupted.  

 

“Yo. Where the fuck are you?” The sound of Richie’s voice came through the tinny speaker.

 

“What's the matter? You miss me?”

 

"No, ya fucktard."

 

Jon winked at her as she tried to contain her laughter. "I'm hiding, come find me!"

 

"Grow the fuck up and tell me where you are!"

 

This time she couldn’t contain herself as she broke out into a fit of giggles. "Hey Richie."

 

"Bella? That would explain why I haven't seen his sorry ass in two days. Are you here?"

 

"Nope, he’s here with me. One minute he’s drunk dialing and the next he’s on my doorstep. Wasn’t it your turn to watch him?" she teased.

 

“Well darlin, the last time I saw him he was two sheets to the wind and couldn’t stand straight to take a piss, let alone get on a plane. You must’ve done something to sober his ass up.”

 

“I’ll tell ya what she did.”  

 

“Well on that note, I’ll leave you boys to chat. It was nice talking to you Richie. See you soon.”

 

It was Richie’s turn to laugh, “Ciao Bella.”

 

Ariana left them to their conversation and went downstairs, where the kitchen staff were busy preparing for lunch. Grabbing a cup of coffee, she headed to the office to do some work. She quietly began with the morning’s produce invoice when the knock on the door startled her. 

 

“Come in.”

 

“I didn’t expect to see you here.” Max poked his head in.

 

“And why is that?” Her fingers busily tapped on the calculator.

 

“With your special guest, I figured…”

 

“Ah, so it was you who let him in.” She tore off the white paper and stapled it to the invoice.

 

Max laughed as he stepped into the office and closed the door behind him.

 

“While I have you here, I have something I need to discuss with you.” She curled her feet under her and reached for her mug.

 

“Sure.”

 

Ariana told him she would join Jon when the tour started and hoped that he wouldn’t mind running things for her while she was away. She wasn’t sure how long she would be gone, but if at any time he needed her back, she would come home. He assured her that he would be just fine without her, and she should go and have a good time. When he asked if she was going to be working as well, she had no answer. She and Jon hadn’t really discussed those details yet.

 

Max had expressed his ideas for this year’s holiday dinner. This was something that Petit Soho had done for as far as she could remember. They opened on Christmas Day and served dinner. Her grandfather had started it years ago for family and friends in the neighborhood. He would supply the main course and dessert while each of them brought a side dish. They turned no one away and as the years past, Soho began serving dinner to all. 

 

Looking at the clock on the wall, she excused herself, telling him she would be back soon. She was sure Jon would need to leave soon, and she wanted to spend a little time with him before he did. When she arrived upstairs, Jon was on the balcony talking on the phone. There was no yelling this time, only laughter and the mention of Romeo’s name. Choosing not to disturb him, Ari headed for the shower.

 

Ari stood inside the small shower, the hot water pouring over her from above as she lathered her body slowly and ran through a list of things she needed to do before next year. Her fingers were working the conditioner through her hair when the glass door slid open.

 

“I think you missed a spot.” Jon stepped over the tub and squeezed his way in.  

“Jon, there is no room for us both.” His hands slid through her soaked hair that seemed to trail a mile down her back.

 

In one motion, his arms slid around Ari’s waist sliding down to her ass and drew her closer. “Mmm. it will do.” He pressed his lips over hers, his tongue flickering over the water.

 

Ari’s hands danced along the planes of his shoulders and over the muscles of his chest and stomach. She never tired of the never-ending kisses he bestowed on her neck. It was one of her favorite places he’d let his mouth wandered.

 

She shivered as she felt her back pressed to the cold tile wall. His hand grabbed her thigh, hitching it up over his waist. Full of desire, he slid into her, spreading and filling her completely.

 

“I’ll keep you warm.” He whispered into her ear.

 

“Always.” Her fingernails dug into his arms for balance as his body blanketed her, bracing her body up against the wall as they found their rhythm. 

 

Jon got lost in her, lifting and sliding her along the slippery tiles, bodies joined in the most intimate way and so in sync. They drove onward, surrounded by the passion. 

 

His words of love and devotion mingled with his name in a release so fulfilling for both, it left them gasping for air. Having trouble standing, Ari relaxed into his arms, his breath still panting in her ear and warming her cheek. Kissing his shoulder, she held him close.

 

 The water slowly growing cold, Jon reached for the knob, turning it off.  

 

“I have to go.” He slowly pulled away.

 

“I know.” She ran her hands over his shoulders, catching the droplets of water that had fallen from his soaked hair.

 

Sliding the glass door open for her, he guided her out first.  Towel in hand, Ari walked naked back to her room.  Jon did the same.  As she dressed, she could see in the mirror he was watching her.

 

“Do you need a ride to the airport?” She asked as she adjusted the straps of her bra.

 

“No. The car’s been waiting downstairs.” He sat on the edge of the bed to put on his boots.

 

“All this time?” Ari dried her hair with the towel one last time before pulling up her natural long curls.

 

“Leave it. I like it down. And yes, the whole time.” Jon stood and walked towards her. “Walk me out?”

 

“Of course.”

 

Ari flattened the collar of his coat as they stood on the curb. “Now, no more bothering Max in the middle of the night to let you in. Got it. And I will see you in London in a few weeks.”  

 

“I can’t promise, but I'll try.”

 

Before she could say a word, he swooped down his lips took possession of hers. Moaning slightly, Ariana ran her fingers through his still damp hair and pulled back, resting her forehead against his.

 

"I love you, Jon.” Ari almost whispered it, at the fear of her tears spilling over.

 

“I love you too Crash,” One last kiss goodbye and he lowered himself into the backseat of the sedan.

 

Ari slumped against the doorway and watched till the taillights faded in the distance. Sniffling slightly.

 

46 - The Way You Make Me Feel

Realizing it was Jon between her legs, she began to throw a witty retort his way but before she could, he began his ministrations again.  Gasping loudly, Ariana slumped back onto the bed as she stiffened beneath him.  Each time he’d bring her close to the edge...then stop.  Part of her wanted him to end her aching need, the other was curious to what he had planned next.

A gasp of air escaped her as he spread her swollen lips and ran his tongue oh-so-slowly over her clit, working the quivering nub until she writhed in ecstasy.  Holding her legs still he probed at her empty opening, then began to fuck her with his tongue.

 

God!  The things that man made her feel.

 

When he blew a warm breath over her pussy she had all that she could take.  Pushing herself up on her elbows she grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled him up.

 

“FUCK!  ME!  NOW!

 

His lips slick with her juices, he ran his tongue over them, then with one hard thrust Jon slid deep inside her causing her eyes to widen.  With a devilish grin he pulled out.

 

Ariana dug her heels into his ass and pulled him closer; she clenched her muscles tighter and began to buck her hips.

 

Two can play at this game.

 

Jon fell forward, planting a palm on each side of her head, locking his arms, he arched his back and extracted himself from her.  He wasn’t about to let her win this battle, he wanted control.

 

Looking down at her he cocked an eyebrow letting her know he’d be the one driving this train.  A few quick shallow thrusts then he filled her till he was balls deep inside her.  Their bodies slick with sweat, he’d repeated the rhythm; quick...quick...slam until he couldn’t take it anymore and filled her with his cream.

 

Ariana cried out his name as the mind-blowing orgasm ripped through her.

 

Shaky arms held his weight as he kissed the crook of her neck.  “Yep.  The real thing is definitely better.”

 

“You had doubts?”  Breathless, she panted into his ear.

 

“Abso-fucking-lutely not!”  His arms gave way and he toppled on top of her.

 

“Not that I’m complaining, but what are you doing here?”  She nudged him off of her.

 

With not much room on the bed Jon rolled off her bringing her with him.  She snuggled close to his chest and draped her leg over his thigh.

 

“I don’t know really.  One minute I was in the shower whacking the weasel and the next I was sniffin’ your panties.  Before I knew it, I was in my car heading to the airport.”

 

Propping her chin on his chest she looked up at him.  “Whacking the weasel?”

 

“Uh-huh.  I had a hard-on from hell when I woke up and you weren’t around to help.”

 

“Oh, so now it’s my fault?”  Her fingers played with the soft patch of fur on his chest.

 

A playful ‘slap’ landed on her ass.  “Damn straight it is.”

 

“Hey.”  She flicked his nipple.

 

Jon pushed himself off the pillows.  “I can leave if you want.”

 

“No!”  With her palm pressed into his chest she gently eased him back down.

 

“Didn’t think so.”  His hands played helplessly with her hair.  “So, tell me what had you screaming my name in your sleep?”

 

“I was not.”  She declared in a matter of fact manner.

 

“Oooh, but you were.  I believe your exact words were, Oh. God. Yes. Jon.”  Thrashing his head from side to side he mocked her.

 

“Oh that.”  She shrugged her shoulders.  “That wasn’t your name, that was Johnny Depp’s.”

 

“You’re shittin’ me, right?”  He looked down his nose at her.

 

“I shit you not.”  Ariana rose and straddled his thighs.  Her hands splayed up over his tight abs and across his broad shoulders.  “You see, every girl has a thing for pirates and there is no better pirate than Captain Jack Sparrow.”

 

Thick wide palms landed hard on her ass causing her to fall forward.  “So, you have a thing for captains, do ya?”

 

“Mmm mmm.”  Ariana purred with a roll of her hips as she slid her hands up into his hair.

 

He yanked her closer till their lips were mere inches apart each one waiting to see who made the first move.  Without taking her eyes off his she kissed him.  An invitation he took, but let her control.  The kiss was gentle and lingered while her fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck.

 

Ariana tugged on his bottom lip as she broke the kiss and shimmied down his body and took her place between his knees.  She watched him as she leaned forward, her lips gently brushing the tip, making him wish for just a little bit more.

 

Resting her hands on his thighs, her thumbs rubbing his balls, she began to tease him.  Alternating between gently licking his balls and his head.  With every lick his cock hardened more and more.  Applying the slightest amount of pressure, she wrapped her lips around his shaft causing a droplet of precum to hit her tongue.

 

“I love the way you taste.”  Her warm breath vibrated against him.

 

“Jee-sus. Your mouth...” Jon pulled his fingers through her hair “... fucking unbelievable.”  

 

He tugged harder when she moved one hand under his sack and began to squeeze.

 

Her hands moved with her as she bobbed up and down the length, swirling her tongue over the thrumming vein, while her hands continued to work his balls.  She knew he was close when she heard the guttural moan that started deep within his tightened stomach.

 

“Fuck.  Crash.”

 

Increasing her speed, she continued to work his balls until he coated her throat with his hot juices.

 

Spent and too tired to move, Ariana dropped a kiss on his thigh before she laid her head down.  Sounds of his heavy breathing slowly faded as they laid in silence.

 

“Jon, why are you really here?”

 

“I missed you.”  He thought about going the witty route but changed his mind.

 

“It was your name I was screaming.”  Her fingers massaged that sensitive spot just behind his knee.  “I was dreaming of us making love on my deck in California.  The night you sang...”

 

“Open All Night.”  He completed her thought.

 

“How’d you know?”  Her voice started to sound sleepy.

 

“I won’t ever forget that night.”

 

At her lack of a response Jon looked down only to find that she had fallen asleep.  Gently lifting her head, he slid his leg out from under her and moved her up the bed and curled her into his arms.  She didn’t stir except for a small, contented sigh before curling closer to him.

 

“I love you Crash,” Jon whispered into her hair.

 

♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱

 

 The bright sunlight streaming through the blinds woke her, listening closely she heard Jon’s voice.  She couldn’t make out what he was saying, but from his tone she knew he wasn’t happy.  She knew something was bothering him, she always knew.  He had certain little tells, ones she was sure even he didn’t realize he had.  A few of them made an appearance last night, the biggest, his sudden trip.  Grabbing her yoga pants and a tank-top from the floor she set out to find him.

 

“I don’t give a fuck! She could have the New York and New Jersey houses and we can share the Hamptons, but I want access to the Sanctuary and the Inn.  The kids already have trust funds set up, give her one too.  I’ll continue to support her for the rest of her life, but, she is not, do you hear me not getting half.  Do I make myself clear?”  Jon paced back and forth in the living room.  “And another thing, I’ll keep my relationship with Ariana quiet until the tour starts and that’s it.  If she doesn’t like that, let her take me to court.”

 

Turning when he heard Ari clearing her throat Jon raised one finger motioning for her to give him a minute.

 

“Have the papers drawn up and sent to Jersey today.  I am going to see the kids tomorrow and will give them to her then.”

 

Tossing his phone on the couch, Jon adjusted the straps of her top and kissed her.

 

“I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t wake you, with all that?”

 

“Nah.”  She took his hand and lead him to the couch.  “Everything okay?

“I take it you heard?”

 

Facing each other as they sat, she took his hand in hers, while he just stared out the window.

 

“Jon, I want you to listen to me.  I’m not going to tell you what to do, I know better, but I will tell you that I am not going anywhere.  Promise.  If we need to wait, so be it.”

 

“That’s just it.  I don’t want to wait.  We’ve waited long enough.  You asked me why I came here.  I miss you.  I missed having you in my bed, falling asleep with you in my arms, waking up with your warm body next to mine.”

 

He moved closer to her.

 

“Ari, I want you on tour with me.  I need you there.  It doesn’t matter to me if you work or not, I just know I can’t go on the road not knowing when I will see you again.”

 

Jon stroked her cheek with the back of his knuckles.  “Please, say yes.”

 

His brilliant blue eyes pleaded with her.  He was scared.  Scared she would change her mind, like she had in the past, but she wouldn’t, not this time.  It was her turn to be there for him like he had always been there for her.  She knew what she needed to do.

 

His morning stubble scratched her palms as she cupped his face.  “If that is what you need from me, then yes.  I will come with you.”

45 - Manic Monday

The clock above the bar read 8 p.m. by the time Ariana finally had a chance to pick up her head.  The dinner rush was absurd!  It seemed that half of Montreal had to have come in for dinner.

“Welcome to Monday Madness!” Max shouted as she ran past him for the fiftieth time.  

 

They had been running non-stop for the last three hours, and her feet could attest to that.  She was shocked she was still going.  It had been after 3 a.m. when Jon woke her with his late-night-drunk-dialing-long-distance booty call, as he put it.   Even in his drunkenness he knew just the right words that would make her do just about anything.  

 

From the minute she heard his voice she knew she would say yes.  She missed him just as much, but she loved to tease him.  He was begging and pleading, and when she was about to grant him his little request, the line went silent.  At first, she thought he had dropped the phone since he had already done that a couple of times, but then she realized he had passed out cold in mid-sentence.   

 

She had tried to go back to sleep, but couldn’t.  Every time she closed her eyes, he was there doing all the naughty things he said he wanted to do to her.  He stirred a need in her, a need she fought with for most of the day, no matter what she did.  A long run around Lafontaine Park, organizing her clothes.  She even tried doing something she loathed; shopping on Mont-Royal Avenue.  

 

Nothing helped.  Even now, in this crowded room, her clit pulsed against her dampened panties remembering their conversation.   The minute Max didn’t need her any more, she would go upstairs and scratch the itch that left her hot and bothered.

 

♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱

 

Ariana crawled up the length of her bed and plopped down, her head sinking into the snuggly softness of her new pillows and she buried her face under their matching comforter.  They were just some of the items she splurged on today.  When she set out on her little shopping adventure this morning, her intention was to buy a new mattress, but she stumbled upon the quaint little antique store on the Avenue and fell in love with a nineteenth-century, cherry colored four-post bedroom set.  She didn’t hesitate when the saleswoman approached her offering her assistance.  The larger items would be delivered in a few days, so in the meantime she could enjoy the linens.

 

Goose down now that was the only way to go as far as she was concerned.  It was like sleeping on mounds of fluffy clouds.  She loved to wrap herself up in a cocoon, sorta like she was now.  Rolling on her side she glanced at the clock... 2:47 a.m.  

 

What a surprise. Isn’t this how I started my day?  Lying in bed thinking of Jon?  

 

It was too late to call him.   He had left a message earlier thanking her for such a thoughtful gift, but after thoroughly following her direction, it was not quite the same as the real thing.  

 

Ariana wondered if this is how it would be during the tour, their constant want and desire for each other.  Though it wasn't the first tour she hadn't worked, it would be the first where they were officially together.  Rather than fighting her slowly closing eyelids, she let herself succumb to both the sleep she most definitely needed and, hopefully, to dreamland.

 

♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱

 

It was a beautiful clear night.  The moon was full, and its brightness reflected off the ocean as the waves crashed against the shore.   They had a quiet dinner on the deck, a little music, a little wine. They even danced.  

 

Ari was putting the last of the dishes in the dishwasher when Jon crept up behind her, wrapping his hands around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder.  He told her to leave the rest and come sit outside.  He had something he wanted her to hear.  

 

Kissing her neck, he released her and disappeared into the living room.  

 

He’d often played for her whenever she’d ask or if he was working on something and wanted her opinion.  When he appeared at the door, he was carrying his guitar.  Taking a seat on the chair next to her, he rested the guitar in his lap and placed one hand around the neck, while the other plucked a few chords.  Without saying a word, he began.  

 

His eyes concentrated intently on his fingers until he reached the chorus.  Slowly he lifted his head, his brilliant blues eyes looking deeply into hers.  That’s when she realized this was for her.

 

Baby, I don't want to fall in love with you

I try, try, try but I can't get around the truth

Please don't say my name, give this heart a break

I don't want to make the same mistakes, it's too late

I'll leave on the light

These arms are open all night

 

She felt every word as they rolled off his lips.  It wasn’t the first song he had written for her, but the feelings were always the same, as if it was.  A smile grew from one corner of his mouth to the other.

 

I got your taste in the back of my mouth

I want to reach in and pull it out

And I'd be lying if I didn't say

When you're this close I'm afraid

The way I'll feel if I touch your hair

The way I'll miss you when you're not there

And that I'll see you when I close my eyes

It's too late, I've crossed that line

 

And It breaks, it aches, it takes your breath away

I'll still be around come closing time

 

His words and the feelings they were invoking took all she had to stop herself from crying.  This time when he sang the chorus his voice was a little more rugged.

 

I don't want to fall in love with you

I try, try, try but I can’t get around the truth

Please don't say my name, give this heart a break

I don't want to make the same mistake but it's too late

I'll leave on the light

These arms are open all night

 

The last three words tugged on her heart.  

 

Save me, baby

 

Jon was on her before she could blink away her tears.  His mouth was assaulting hers, their tongues invading each other’s mouths.   It wasn’t rough, it was more of an urgency.   They kissed like that for what seemed like hours, but it was mere minutes before he pulled away and looked down at her.  

 

He straddled her thighs and unbuttoned her sundress.  Pushing it open, he exposed her bare breasts and yellow satin panties.  She was about to say something but he silenced her by placing his index finger over her lips.  The calloused tip caused her skin to prickle.  As if he sensed what it did to her, he began to run his finger down her neck, into the valley of her breasts.  His touch was soft, but torturous.   

 

He continued as he traced around her areola, then to her nipple.  She tried to arch into his touch but he placed his hand on her belly and gently pushed her down. He flicked and pinched till her nipple hardened, then he moved on to its twin, repeating the same slow, treacherous torture.  

 

But he wasn’t done there.  In a slow ‘S’ like motion, he traced his finger down her abdomen stopping at her navel, where he drew little circles around her skull belly ring.  Bending to pepper it with wet kisses, his tongue dipped into her navel then moved over to her tattoo, his tongue tracing it’s outline before nipping at it.  Feeling the dampness pool between her legs, she tried to rub her legs together but couldn’t because of his weight on them.  

 

She was pretty sure she mumbled something incoherent, because she heard him laughing then she felt his fingers slip beneath her panties and into her folds.  While his thumb worked her swollen nub, he slid one, then two fingers into her slick sex.  He pumped in, out, curling his fingers so he hit that spot he knew drove her crazy.  She felt her walls begin to clench. 

 

Oh. God. Yesssss. Jon.

 

“That’s it, baby come for me.”

 

Ariana’s eyes flew open, and looked for the source of the voice that had interrupted her dream.  

“JON! What are you doing here?” 

44 - Taking Care of Business

Cursing himself for drinking too much, Jon turned over with a groan and waited until the sudden wave of nausea passed.  He should have thought about that last night before he finished off a bottle and a half of Jack. What was he trying to prove?  

 

Not a damn thing!  Last night wasn’t about that.  It was about having a good time, taking time to forget about the real world for a while and letting loose.  He just happened to let loose a little too much.

 

Rolling onto his back he shielded his eyes with his arm as he tried to remember the events of last night. They enjoyed Lidia’s delicious dinner, played cards and told stories.  Tico and David had left early and that’s where things got a little fuzzy.  He played the new song he had been working since he found Ari.... 

 

Oh shit! Ari.  Did I call her or was it a dream? I vaguely remember a pool table...panties...pussy.

 

Rolling onto his side, he reached for his phone on the nightstand and pushed the button.  Adjusting his eyes to its brightness in the darkened room, he found it read 4:30 p.m.  

 

Fuck.  He slept all day.

 

Scrolling through his notifications he noticed a few from Richie and his mom, but nothing from Ari.  Maybe it was all just a dream.  He tossed the covers off of him and swung his feet over the side of the bed.  He reached and twisted off the cap of a water bottle, emptying its contents with just a few gulps.

 

Bare feet dragging against the plush carpeting, he walked to the bathroom.  One hand ran through his hair while the other scratched his belly just above his morning – well, in this case, late afternoon – erection.  He opened the shower door and turned the dial to the hottest setting before going to take a leak.

 

Jon took his usual stance in front of the bowl and looked at the fixture on the ceiling and scrunched his lips from side to side.  Nothing.  Next, he tried bending his knees and adding a little bounce.   Nada.  Puffing out a breath he looked down.

 

“C’mon Captain ya fuckin’ killin’ me here.”

 

Finally!  Pissing with a hard-on was tough enough, and added to the fact he had a bladder full of Jack, well it took for-ev-er.  One final shake and a flush and he was on his merry way to a steamed filled shower.

 

A steady stream of hot pulsating water pelted his neck as he stood with his hands pressed against the tiles and his head down.  Maybe hot was not such a good idea he thought, as he stared down at his dick again.  He was going to have to take care of that.  It wouldn’t be the first and certainly not the last time he’d partake in a little five-knuckle-shuffle.   Not unless of course he could convince Ari to throw caution to the wind and come with him when he hit the road.  His dick twitched at the mere thought of having her in his bed every night.  

 

Jon leveraged himself against the wall on his forearm, while his right hand curled around his shaft.  Closing his eyes he scanned his spank-bank reel – that’s right he had one, every red blooded man had one – until he came up with the image of Ariana lying on the beach in Italy, her skin glistening from a mixture of sweat and oil.

 

His hand began to stroke.  Up... down... slowly.

 

The thin white stripe of her thong against her perfectly plump ass made her already olive skin darker.  

 

His grip tightened.

 

Her chocolate colored locks cascaded across her shoulders and down her bare back.  It took some convincing, but he finally got her to go topless.  It was a private beach and they had it all to themselves.  No one knew they were even there.  It was during the Destination Tour and they had snuck away for a few days.

 

Jon rolled his shoulders back causing the water to hit the back of his neck then trickle down his chest.

 

He growled as the piping hot water washed over his sensitive nipples.  The vein in his neck beat in time with the muscle he held in his hand.

 

She laid on the lounger belly down and he watched as she tapped one then the other foot against her ass, each time giving him a bird’s eye view of her pretty pink lips.

 

“Awww fuck.”  Jon’s pace quickened.  He was almost there.  Squeezing his eyes tight he held the next image of her in his mind.

 

Ariana slowly turned over and propped herself up on her elbows, her legs slightly parted, her nipples taut from rubbing against her towel.  She dragged her sunglass down her nose and looked over at him.  The wanton look in her eyes had him crawling between her legs and taking her right there.

 

“Oh.  God.  Ari.”  He groaned her named as his juice spilled from him.

 

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The doorbell rang loudly, disturbing Jon from his post orgasmic stupor. Quickly he stepped into his sweats leaving them to hang low on his hips as he reached for his ratty old Giants shirt.

 

“Jeez. Alright already!  Give me a fuckin’ minute,” he yelled as he made his way down the stairs.  Wondering who the fuck could have gotten through the gate, he stumbled into the foyer and yanked open the door just as he pulled his shirt over his head.

 

“Whaddya waaannnt.”  He stopped himself when he realized it was the FedEx girl.

 

The sight of Jon’s half naked chest startled her.   She had been working this route for months, even had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Rockstar, but never once had he come to the door half clothed.  “Umm. Good evening, Mr. Bongiovi.”  She stuttered as she gave Jon the once over.  “I. You have a delivery.”  She handed Jon the small square box.

 

“Who let you in?” Jon shoved his arm through the hole and pulled the shirt down and accepted the box.  Glancing at the label, he could see it was address to, Mr. Bongiovi and the return address was Petit Soho.  What would Ari be sending him?

 

“It was open, so I came on down.  I hope that was okay.”  She held out the electronic signature pad and waited for him to sign.

 

“Yeah. Yeah. Is there anything else?”  Jon scribbled his name.

 

“Nope. You have a wonderful evening.  Again, I apologize for disturbing you.”  She smiled.

 

“Goodnight.” Jon slammed the door shut.  Usually her flirtatious ways wouldn’t bother him, but not tonight.  He had been about to call Ari and see if she was willing to engage in a little phone sex, but her annoying bell ringing changed that.

 

Making his way to the kitchen, Jon pulled a knife from the drawer and ran it along the packing tape, setting the box on the island.  He opened the lid and the smell of candied apples filled the air.  He peeled back the red and white heart tissue paper.  

 

 

Sitting on the top of the box was a bottle of her lotion and next to it was a half pint bottle of Jack.  Placing the items on the counter, Jon reached for the next item.  Upon pulling it out he shook his head and laughed.  It was all coming back to him now.  He had called her, well drunk dialed.  Babbling on about how his Jack didn’t taste quite the same coming from a glass as it from her navel and how every time he took a sip he could smell her.  

 

Unfolding the satin lace boy shorts Jon found a note wrapped around the crotch....

 

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