52 - Need You Tonight

Toronto was beautiful this time of year.  Fall was in full tilt. The air was crisp and perfect for window shopping in downtown.  Ariana was happy she had agreed to go with Cara for a few days.  Cara was invited to meet with the heads of the Art Museum of Ontario regarding an upcoming exhibit.  It was a huge honor to be invited to such an event.  While Cara was in her meeting, Ari spent the morning sightseeing.  She hadn’t been to Toronto for some time and had forgotten how much she’d loved it.  The skyscrapers and historical sites reminded her of New York City.

 

They had agreed to meet for lunch and a little shopping.  First stop Avec Plaisir.  It was one of Ari’s favorite places to shop.  Cara had to practically drag her out of the store.  Bags in hand they walked to the little wine bar that Cara had been dying to try.  Much to Ari’s protest she finally gave in to her friend and they went in.  It’s not that Ari disliked wine, she just preferred Jack or tequila. 

 

After a good meal and a few bottles of wine they stepped out onto St. Thomas St. arm in arm for the short stroll to their hotel.  Ariana had insisted they stay at the Windsor Arms, her treat.  It was another favorite of hers.

 

Once in the suite they both retreated to their respective bedrooms, Ari for a much-needed nap and Cara to get ready to go out.  She was meeting a few people from the Museum for dinner.

 

Tossing her bags on the floor she stripped out of her clothes and into the soft cotton dress shirt she had been sleeping in since he left.  It had become her favorite over the last few weeks.  Digging in the bottom of her purse she retrieved her phone and climbed into bed.

 

[5:24] Ari: What are you doing?

 

Jon felt the vibration of his phone against his chest.  Reaching into his jacket pocket for his phone, a sigh of relief escaped his mouth when he saw who it was from.  Swiping his finger across the screen he sent the reply.

 

[5:30] Jon: Meeting still. U?

 

[5:33] Ari just got back in the room. How much longer?

 

[5:39] Jon: The fuck if I know. They won't shut up and get on with it. Did you have fun today?

 

He had been in meetings all week.  Who knew dissolving ownership in a football team could take this long.  It could have been over three days ago but it always came down to bureaucratic bullshit in the end.

 

[5:41] Ari: Yes, lunch with Cara

 

Ron look over when he heard Jon chuckled. "Sorry kids."  He held the phone up. "Continue."

 

He knew he should be paying attention and he was with half an ear.  The major issues were all settled.  It was the lawyers they were waiting on.  They all wanted this over tonight.

 

[5:42] Jon: That means you’re drunk

 

[5:44] Ari: Now I'm not.

 

[5:46] Jon: Don't you mean no? Yes u r. Not fair. I'm stuck here.

 

[5:48] Ari: Typo. And maybe a lityle Tipsy. Missing u.

 

[6:00] Jon: I knew it. Miss u too. Besides drinking, what did u two do today.

 

[6:04] Ari: Shopping

 

[6:05] Jon: Like you need more t-shirts.

 

[6:10] Ari: Smart ass. I needed a few things for London.

 

[6:11] Jon: I told you, you won't need clothes.

 

[6:13] Ari: Who said anything about clothes?

 

[6:15] Jon: Interesting. If not clothes. What did you buy?

 

Ariana didn’t know what prompted her to do what she was about to do, maybe it was the wine.  She just did it.

 

[6:23] Ari:

[6:25] Jon: Jesus Christ Ari!! You can’t send me shit like that without a warning.

 

[6:27] Ari: LOL. oops. you like?

 

[6:30] Jon: Me like. Is that my shirt?

 

[6:33:] Ari: Yep

 

[6:35] Jon: What’s the tie for?

 

[6:38] Ari: Use your imagination.

 

Jon pushed his fingers through his hair.  She was going to kill him.  Of all the times to do this, she picks now.  He scrolled back through the texts to take another look.

 

Sweet Jesus.  She looked hot in his shirt and those panties.  God, he needed a cigarette.

 

Jon slipped his hand under the table to adjust his very uncomfortable growing hard-on.  Grateful he went for the dress pants and not the jeans today.

 

“Excuse me gentlemen.  What do you say we take a break?  Stretch our legs, get a drink.  Seeing as we might be here a little bit longer.” Jon interjected as he pushed away from the table smoothing down his pant legs.

 

“Great idea, Jonny boy.” Richie replied pushing back his chair and standing. “Twenty minutes sound kosher to everyone?”

 

Jon was out the door and heading towards the elevators before anyone could answer. Shifting from one foot to another while he waited for the doors to open, his phone vibrated once again.

 

[6:43] Ari: Where’d you go?

 

[6:44] Jon: Give me 5 minutes, heading out for a cigarette break.

 

“Hey Jon?  Wait up.” Richie called out to him as he trotted down the hall after him. "Bro, what’s up your ass?"

 

"Nothin’.  I need a fucking break."  They stepped into the elevator.

 

"Dude. Everything okay?  You seem preoccupied in there." Richie motioned to the phone in Jon's hand.

 

"This?" He waved the hand with his phone. "Yeah.  Just Ari checking in."

 

"Ah, that explains it." Richie nodded his head.

 

"And what's that supposed to mean?"  Jon shot his friend a halfcocked stink eye.

 

"It explains why your tongue was half falling outta ya mouth.”

 

"Fuck you asshole." Grinning he pushed through the revolving doors.

 

"Thanks, but I’ll pass.  What is she up to?”  Richie knew Jon wanted to be alone, but he couldn’t resist torturing his friend a little.

 

“She’s in Toronto with Cara.”  Jon shoved one hand into his pocket.

 

“Oh jeez, you never know what could happen when those two get together.  Hope she wasn’t calling for bail money.”

 

“Yeah don’t I know it.  Now, if you don’t mind, I’m gonna give her a quick call before we have to head back.” Jon swiped the screen with his thumb and walked away.

 

“Sure, but remember we only have twenty, make that fifteen. Make it a quickie.” Richie laughed as he pushed through the doors.

 

One...two...three rings... geez pick up already! Jon growled into the phone.

 

“Hey.”  Her soft smoky voice made the hair on his neck stand up.

 

“Hey.  Is that all you have to say for yourself?”

 

Ari giggled. “Sorry.”

 

“No, you’re not.   But, you know you shouldn’t start something you can’t finish.”  Jon took a long drag and exhaled into the chilled night air, watching the smoke fade against the darkened sky.

 

“Who said I wasn’t going to finish.  You’re the one taking a cigarette break, was it getting too hot in there for you?” She purred.

 

Leaning back against the brick building Jon raised his right foot and propped it against the wall. “I still have a few minutes.  What else were you planning on showing me?”

 

“There isn’t any more.  You said no clothes.”

 

“So you're just going to stroll into the hotel wearing my shirt, which by the way looks really good on you and those panties.”

 

“No silly!” She teased.  “I’ll have shoes on too.  My red stilettos or lace up boots, depends on the weather.”

 

“Dammit Ari, you’re fucking killing me.” Jon whispered “I miss you so much baby, my dick hurts.”

 

“I miss you too.  My bed is so lonely without you.”

 

“That old lumpy thing.” He couldn’t resist teasing her.

 

“You forgot I bought a new king size bed, that hasn’t been properly christened yet.”

 

“Don’t cha mean never?”

 

“Nope. I mean properly.  A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, when she’s lonely.”

 

“Oh, is that so?  What exactly is my girl doing?” He asked, his voice low and husky.

 

“Well... I” She stopped when she heard Richie's voice in the background.

 

“Hey Jon, they’re ready for us.” Richie hollered down the street.

 

“Babe, you’re going to have to hold that thought.  I’m needed inside.”  Jon couldn’t help but laugh when he heard her mumble ‘yes you are’.  “Keep your phone on.  As soon as we’re done, I want to hear all about what you’ve been doing in that bed without me.  I love you.”

 

“Love you too.”  She paused.  “Enjoy the rest of your meeting, Jonny.” It drove him crazy when she called him that, and she knew it.  He was sure she had a smile on her face as she said it.

 

“Yeah, thanks.  Gotta run.”   He ended the call and shoved the phone in his pocket.  “Anyone ever tell you you have terrible timing Sambora?” Jon called over his shoulder as he stepped into the elevator.

 

“Actually, I’ve been told I have excellent timing.” Richie let out a hearty chuckle.

 

“Whatevah.  Let’s get this shit over with.” Jon walked into the boardroom and took his seat at the table.  “Alrighty boys, let's finish this so we can get on with the weekend.”

 

An hour later they weren't any closer to settling the issues at hand.  Dinner had been ordered and delivered.  While they ate, the lawyers continued to hash out every little detail possible.

 

Jon had excused himself to call Jeanie.  He hated to call her this late on a Friday night but, he was too tired and horny to deal with the drive back to Jersey tonight.  Having already checked out of the hotel, he needed another room for the night.  Just as she was confirming his reservation with him, he felt his phone vibrate in his hand.  Peaking at the notifications that flashed across the screen it was from Ari.  She probably got tired of waiting and decided to go out somewhere fun with Cara, which meant he’d have to wait even longer to finish their conversation.

 

When Jeanie came back on the line he thanked and promised her he wouldn’t bother again till he got to London.  A tap, a swipe on the glass screen and he found the one he was looking for.

 

[8:45] Ari: Hi…

[8:47] Jon: You sure are in a naughty mood tonight.

 

[8:49] Ari: Too much wine.

 

[8:51] Jon: You're drinking wine. Where’s Cara?

 

[8:53] Ari: Duh…wine Bar for lunch. Out.

 

[8:55] Jon: I think I like when you drink wine. Got anymore?

 

[8:55] Ari: I’m so gonna pay for this tomorrow. Just opened a new bottle.

 

[8:59] Jon: Yeah you are. I wasn’t talking about wine.

 

[9:01] Ari: Naughty boy. Aren’t you in a meeting?

 

[9:03] Jon: Rather be in you.

 

[9:05] Ari: Mmmm. That sounds delicious.

 

[9:07] Jon: You're delicious.

 

[9:09] Ari: Can you…

[9:11] Ari: Here

[9:15] Jon: What is that?

 

[9:17] Ari: Chocolate body paint.

 

[9:19] Jon: Fuuck! That better be coming to London so I can lick it off you.

 

[9:21] Ari: Will you lick me here

[9:23] Jon: Every fuckin inch of you. Where did you get my shirt?

 

“We’re not boring you, are we?” Craig Spencer asked Jon as he passed by with a full cup of coffee.

 

“As a matter of fact, you are.  They about done over there yet?” Jon looked up from his phone.

 

“Yeah.  We should be outta here in twenty minutes.”

 

“Halle-fuckin-lujah.”

 

[9:25] Ari: When I packed your bag. Sleep in it every night.

 

[9:27] Jon: You stole it. What else do you do in it?

 

[9:29] Ari: Borrowed…and this...

[9:31] Jon: Damn baby.

 

[9:34] Ari: I want you so bad right now.

 

[9:37] Jon: Feelings mutual.

 

[9:41] Ari: Mmm feelings. I can feel your hands on my thighs

 

[9:45] Jon: My finger tracing circles on your soft skin.

 

[9:48] Ari: No fair.

 

[9:52] Jon: Can’t take the heat, Crash?

 

[9:55] Ari: Oh, I can take it. I’m just tired of doing it alone.

 

[9:57] Jon: Not alone, I’m here.

 

[10:00] Ari: No, you’re there.

 

[10:03] Jon: I can walk you through it.

 

[10:05] Ari: I know how to walk...

 

[10:07] Ari: My fingers slide along my damp panties till they reach my swollen clit.

 

[10:10] Ari: Slowly and softly...mmm ... causing just enough friction.

 

[10:11] Ari: my other hand inside my shirt and pinches my nipple.

[10:14] Jon: Fuck!

 

[10:16] Ari: Need me to stop?

 

[10:18] Jon: Hell no!

 

[10:20] Ari: Good. Now where was I.

 

[10:22] Jon: You were about to tell me what you were going to do with your finger

 

[10:25] Ari: In my mind it’s your finger.

 

[10:27] Jon: Even better.

 

[10:29] Ari: sooo much. Every flick of your calloused thumb makes me wet.

 

[10:31] Ari: Soo wet.

 

[10:32] Ari: but I need more. I slip my hand in my panties…yesssss

 

[10:33] Ari: Drenched.

 

[10:36] Jon: Don't I know it.

 

[10:39] Ari: You know what I love

 

[10:40] Jon: Tell me.

 

[10:42] Ari: When you do this...

[10:45] Jon: That's it. I'm out of this fucking meeting.

 

Jon had all that he could handle.  Eight plus hours in a room full of men getting nowhere was torture enough.  Having Ari torturing him wasn't helping either.

 

Just as Jon rose from the high-backed leather chair he was sitting in on the far side of the room he could hear Ron's voice as he proclaimed “Amen.”

 

"Does that mean we're done?  If not, I'm out of here." Jon asked walking towards him.

 

"Nice of you to join us." Ron joked.

 

"Screw you Jaws."

 

"Documents are printing as we speak.  Once they are signed we are done." Craig answered.

 

Pulling out his phone Jon sent her one more text.

 

[10:48] Jon: Do not finish! Meeting over. I will call when I’m in my room.

 

[10:50] Ari: I’ll be here waiting with my fingers and my wine.

 

An hour later Jon and Richie were sitting in the back of the car heading to the hotel. Jon reached in his pocket pulling out his cigarettes and phone. “Do you mind?”

 

“Would it matter.  You’ve been on that thing all night.  Must have been some conversation.” Richie smiled and looked his friend square in the eyes.

 

Cracking the window Jon lit his cigarette as he shot off another text. “Just talking with Ari.”

 

[11:30] Jon: In car. Get ready.

 

“I bet you were.  You’re eyes never left that screen.  My guess she was entertaining you. That’s the only thing that would keep your eyes glued to the screen that long.”

 

“Fuck you man.  It beat looking at your ugly mug all night.” Jon’s hand was on the door handle before the car came to a stop. “Now if you don’t mind, I have a phone call to make. Good night.”  Jon stepped out of the car closing the door before Richie could answer.  A brief stop at the concierge desk to grab his key and he was on his way to his room.

 

[11:35] Jon: You. Bed. 5 minutes.

 

As he tossed his jacket over the chair, Jon noticed the bottle of San Margherita chilling in a bucket of ice.  He made mental note to send Jeanie a little something.

 

Reaching behind his neck, he tugged his shirt over his head.  He pulled the bottle from the bucket making a water trail as he made his way over to the bed.

 

Retrieving his phone from his pocket and swiping his thumb across the screen he pulled up his favorites and tapped call.  The phone rang a few times before she answered.

 

Her groggily ‘hey’ told him she was sleeping.

 

“Did you fall asleep on me?” His voice playful.

 

“Yeah. I must have fallen asleep waiting.  Are you still in a meeting?”  Jon heard the ruffling of sheets as he loosened his pants.

 

“Guess you haven’t seen any of my texts.” Sitting on the bed's edge, he removed his shoes as he switched the phone from one ear to another.

 

“Last thing I remember was something about fingers and more wine.”  She yawned. “Sorry.”

 

“S’alright baby.  Go back to sleep, we can finish this tomorrow.  I love you.” He waited for her to answer but, instead he heard the soft sounds of her snoring.

 

Exasperated!  Not at her.  He grabbed at the neck of the bottle and poured, filling the glass more than half way.  With his empty hand, he lifted the glass tossing back its contents.  Filling his glass again, he set it and the bottle down, running both hands through his hair.

 

Fucking lawyers! Waste my time all week, then ruin my night.

 

Legs stretched out in front of him, he reread their conversation.  Her pictures starting his arousal over again.  Mindlessly his hand slid inside his pants.

 

Two more days, he’d be in London and inside her.... but could he wait that long.