When Jon stepped into the bar, he was a taken aback a little. The amount of damage the little kitchen fire caused shocked him. Ariana had filled him in on all that had been going on, but to actually see it paled in comparison to anything he could imagine.
As she set the bags on the bar, Ariana placed two fingers in her mouth and let out a wolf whistle, giving the men a heads up lunch was here. Just like that, Jon watched as they stopped what they were doing and filed in one by one into the bathroom to wash their hands. Ari stood behind the bar and poured six beers and set them down in front of each stool on the opposite side. As the men trickled back into the room, they walked past Jon, acknowledging him with a nod, while Ari received high fives and hellos.
Luc was the last one to return. He stopped dead in front of Jon, extended his hand and said, “Luc Bernard, pleasure.”
“Jon. Likewise.”
“You have yourself an excellent woman, here. Takes real good care of us. Thinking about making her part of the crew.”
“Is that so?” Jon smiled across the bar at Ariana, who was pouring another beer.
“Yup. She is here with us at the crack of dawn and leaves when we do. And she ain’t too bad with a hammer, you know, for a girl.” He smiled as Ariana joined them.
“Talkin’ bout me again, Luc?”
“Luc here," Jon nodded at him, “has been telling me how good you are with a hammer.” Jon’s foot casually brushed against her leg.
“Building stages, building bars... no difference really.”
Jon watched as Ariana reached for one of Luc’s chips and ate it. Shrugging her shoulders as if she was saying ‘what’?
“Wait. Stages? Did I miss something here? I thought you were a bar owner.”
“I am now. But I'm also a rigger for a production company.”
“You mean a roadie?”
“One of the best in the business.” Jon replied proudly.
“Friggin cool.”
Ariana laughed. “It is. Now while you boys eat, I’m going to show Jon around.”
Luc waved his hand over his head as they walked away. When they were far enough from the bar, Jon turned and looked at her.
“Ari, you aren’t overdoing it here, are you?"
“Nope. Most of the time I’m in the office or upstairs and when I am down here I wear a mask because of the dust.”
“And the hammering?”
“I helped once. I lifted nothing, promise.”
“S’okay. I know this,” he waved his hand around the kitchen, “is right up your alley...”
Ariana reached for his hand and placed it with hers over her belly. “THIS, is more important to me now, than this.” it was her turn to wave her free hand in the air.
He hovered his lips over hers and whispered, “That’s what I like to hear.”
“Let’s get out of here, I have a surprise for you.”
“Gee, you know how much I love surprises.” He rolled his eyes and called after her.
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When Ari pulled in front of the St. James hotel, Jon shot her an odd look. He’d just assumed they would stay at Cara’s. Maybe they were here for lunch. He was getting kinda hungry, after all.
“What are we doing here?” He asked.
“I thought we would stay here, since we can’t stay at my apartment and Cara’s was out of the question?”
“Well, it’s not like we can do anything. Cara’s would have been just fine.” He huffed.
“Stop pouting and let’s go inside.”
Ari stepped from the car as the doorman opened the door and handed him the keys. Grabbed their bags from the back seat, they climb the steps and into the hotel. Once inside, they made their way past the check-in desk and into the waiting elevator. She pressed the button for nine and leaned back against the paneled wall.
“What do you have up your little sleeve?” He cornered her.
“Nothing.”
“Really now? You have the key already. When did you have time to check in?”
“Hmm... Last night.”
“You little minx. Too bad we'll be watching television all night.”
“Oh, ye of little faith.” She ran her fingers over the bulge in his jeans.
Jon grabbed her by the wrist, “If you don’t stop that, I will explode.”
The elevator dinged, alerting them they had arrived on the ninth floor, “Saved by the bell.” She smiled coyly at him.
He watched the sway of her hips as she went down the carpeted hallway. When she stopped to put the room key into the slot, he grabbed her and pulled her hips back into his hardness, blowing a fiery breath into her ear. “You’re doing this on purpose.”
“I do not know what you are talking about.”
Ari pushed open the door and without stopping she meandered into the bathroom and shut the door, leaving him standing dumbfounded in the middle of the room. Blowing out a frustrated breath, he adjusted the front of his jeans and reached for the bottle of wine that was chilling in the bucket. Toeing off his shoes, he plopped down on the bed and switched on the television.
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Ariana stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. It wasn’t the usual sexy lingerie she would wear, but she promised him this, and it fit the mood perfectly. One last flip of her hair and she opened the bathroom door.
Jon looked up at the sound of the door opening, “‘Bout time...” he stopped and laughed.
There she was standing in the doorway, her chocolate curls draped over her shoulders, a bright yellow tee-shirt with a vee shape cut down the middle exposing the black lace of her bra, the words ‘Slippery When Wet’ splayed across her full breasts.
“What are you doing?” He folded his arms behind his head.
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
“You heard what the nurse said.”
“I did.” She sauntered over towards him and slipped her hands under his shirt. Lifting it up, he took the hint and shrugged it over his shoulders, running a weary hand through his disheveled hair afterwards.
“You’re killing me Crash, they gave us our marching orders, so why do you insist on torturing me?”
“I’m not torturing you, trust me.” Straddling his knees, she undid the button on his jeans and slid the zipper down. Finally understanding, Jon pulled her towards him and kissed her hard on the mouth before scooting back and leaning against the wall of pillows.
Her fingertips drifted down his shoulders and over his nipples, scraping each one. As her hand moved lower, she felt his cock harden.
A smile curled her lips when he groaned with pleasure, “God, Ari.”
She wiggled further down his legs and wrapped her hand tightly around his shaft, softly kissing the tip of his cock, his eyes half closing as she flicked the tip of her tongue to taste him.
Opening her mouth, she took him in, all of him, the soft swirl of her tongue, the insistent tug of her mouth, the stroke of her hand, how she was humming around him. Jon opened his eyes and watched her lips take him deeper, not sure he could hold on much longer.
Torn between wanting to warn her, and just wanting to let it happen, he slid his fingers into her long brown hair, and whispered her name through clenched teeth, “Ari.”
Ignoring him, she swirled her tongue against him again, taking him even deeper this time. He groaned at the feel of him hitting the back of her throat. Ari lifted her gaze to him, granting him permission with her eyes. His body shuddered as he bucked his hips upward, over and over. Calling out her name as his orgasm hit him, and he came hard in her mouth.
Ariana drank his salty taste, sucking until he was breathless and had softened, slipping from her mouth. Drawing back slowly, she breathed in the masculine scent of him she loved. Pressing her mouth to his hipbone, she kissed gently at first, then nipped at the taut skin there, marking him.
“You’re mine,” Her voice dark and possessive.
Jon drew her close, his hands moving to sit on her hips as he kissed her deliberately and thoroughly. “Always have been, Crash!” he said with absolute agreement.
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