Petit Soho
10:00 am
Ariana didn’t plan on sleeping as late as she did, especially with everything she still had to do. It was long after midnight before she crawled into bed the night before, staying up putting some finishing touches on some last-minute changes for the grand opening.
Today, the sun was shining for a change, and it wasn’t snowing, so she grabbed her trusty blanket and coffee mug and headed out to her favorite spot on the patio. The last few days had flown by so fast, so she used the time to recall what had happened over the last week and a half.
It was quite a surprise when she received Luc’s phone call on Christmas morning telling her they had finished, and that Petit Soho would be ready to open by New Year’s Eve. Knowing how much she wanted to be up and running by the first of the year, he and his crew worked night and day, and that was his present to her. Ariana squealed with delight, telling him it was one of the best presents she could’ve ever received.
She and Cara woke early Christmas morning to the sight and smells of the most exquisite gourmet breakfast buffet anyone could imagine. Courtesy of the personal chef that Jon had hired for the day. On top of that, he had the nearby hotel send over two of their best massage therapists and they were treated to a full spa day in the privacy of their villa. They enjoyed their bloody Mary’s–virginal for Ariana–while getting massages on the deck using the warm sun, a slight breeze and the sound of the ocean’s waves as their backdrop.
Ariana was feeling a little tired after spending the day lying on the beach and being pampered, and when lunch was over, she retreated to her room to lie down. The sounds of Cara’s squeal startled her from her sleep. Making her way into the living room, she was taken aback by what she saw.
Two dozen sunflowers scattered about the room and Jonas standing there. Which explained why Cara was squealing. He said he was Cara’s present from Jon and that she can thank him later. Then he handed Ariana a single rose attached to a little box that said, ‘This one’s for you’.
The familiar blue box with black lettering told her just who and where the gift had come from. Accepting the gift, Ariana opened the little note card that was attached.
Merry Christmas Crash!
As usual, I had no clue what to get you. You are difficult to shop for. Besides, the store was out of t-shirts, so I hope you like this. The minute I saw it, it reminded me of us. A piece of ‘me and you’ attached to ‘you and me.’ I hope you like it. See you soon.
Love,
Me
Setting it down, Ariana slowly opened the box and a single tear fell from the corner of her eye when she pulled out the contents and held it up. It was a beautiful necklace made of white gold. the pieces were twisted together just like her tattoo with one difference–there were two of them intertwined, and sitting in the middle of them both was a diamond.
Jonas and Cara didn’t stay for very long, they were eager to spend what little time of Christmas day alone. Jonas had booked a suite at one of the hotels in town for them. Fixing herself a plate of fresh fruit, Ariana headed out to gaze at the sky. That is where she caught Jon red handed. He was setting the cushions from the chairs on a blanket he had set up on the sand.
They spent the rest of the night making love under the stars and, as the sun rose, she told him she had a gift for him. He told her he didn’t need or want anything. Ari insisted it wasn’t much, seeing as she’d been kinda busy and hadn’t had time to get him an actual gift, but she hoped he’d like this, anyway. She had hired Luc to do some minor renovations on the main house and as soon as they were done, they could move in. Jon told her he couldn’t have asked for anything better. They made love once more before he had to go.
From St. Bart’s they went to Jersey. Carol was not too happy her family wasn’t together for the holidays and insisted they come home for Christmas dinner part two. Ariana tried to decline the invitation, but Carol wouldn’t hear of it. She told Ariana she absolutely belonged at dinner and also promised it wouldn’t be anyone she didn’t know already.
That brought her to the present day. Making the short trip down the backsteps she made her way over to her tree and knelt down.
Hi Mamy,
I overslept, so I can’t stay long. Jon will be here soon, and I need to get my ass in gear. Bonne année. I love you.
She brushed a kiss to her fingertips and touched the stone before heading back into the house.
♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱
Ariana couldn’t hear herself think over the noise of the crowd. It had been non-stop since they opened the doors. Three deep at the bar all night, not an empty table in the house, not to mention there was still a line waiting to get in. She couldn’t have imagined this amount of people wanting to be at Petit Soho on New Year’s Eve. Most people wanted a more upscale celebration, but here they were.
Maybe it had to do with the entertainment of the night, who knew? She was enjoying herself either way. A few reporters had tried getting in, but thanks to the security Jon suggested she hire, they didn’t. Jonas and Corey had already played two sets and were getting ready for their third when Jon slipped up behind her as she surveyed the room.
“Wanna sneak upstairs?” he whispered.
“You know I can’t do that.” She leaned into him, and the feel of his chest hairs against her bare back tickled.
“You're the boss. You can do whatever you want.” He tugged on her hips, bumping his erection against her ass. “You know you want this.”
The last few days, her nipples had reached permanent erect status, and he’d taken a liking to that. Unfortunately, with that came the tenderness and they had been pretty much hands off.
Ariana turned in his arms and pulled him in closer, pressing her breasts into his chest. “Not as much as you want these.”
“That’s just mean, and you know it.” He reached for the plastic clip holding her hair up, but she stopped him.
It was a hundred degrees if not more, and she was thankful she went with the backless top. The last thing she needed was her thick, full curls around her neck. The leather skirt and boots… Well, that was a different story.
“Well, that’s what you get for tempting me all night.” She brushed her nose with his.
Sliding his hands over the smooth leather of her skirt, he palmed her ass. “Then let’s go. I promise it won’t take long.”
The sound of Corey strumming his guitar had her removing his hand. “Look at that, it’s time to go to work.” She nodded at the stage. “You planning on getting up there tonight?”
“Depends.” He wrinkled his eyebrows and grinned. “What’s it worth to you?”
“Trust me… it would definitely be worth your while if ya did.” She blew him a kiss and stepped behind the bar to help Cara and Max.
The cat-and-mouse game between them went on for the rest of the night and, any time she stepped out from behind the bar, he was right there rubbing up against her, copping a feel or whispering dirty things he wanted to do to her. But then again, she wasn’t playing all that fair either. She would purposely go out of her way with a little lean here, or a subtle bend of the waist as she reached for a beer or glass.
Not watching where she was going, Ariana ran right into Jon’s arms as she came out of the restroom. He had the silly little grin and glassed-over eyes that he would get when he had one too many glasses of wine. Taking her by surprise, Jon pushed her up against the wall, crushing his lips down on hers. He slipped his thigh between her legs, pinning his entire body against hers so she couldn’t move.
While he continued to attack her lips, their tongues thrashed together. The kiss was raw and rough, and it turned her on. There was no doubt that’s exactly what he intended to do. Ariana squirmed as his hands moved down her body and up under the hem of her shirt, moaning at his touch.
“That’s right, Crash, moan for me.” Jon said after he pulled away from the kiss.
Fisting her hands in his golden locks, she tugged, exposing his neck. She ran her tongue upwards from his Adam’s apple to ear.
“Mmm. Salty. Like something else I like,” she cooed in his ear.
“You fight dirty little girl,” he whispered in her hair.
She ran her hands along his chest and felt him shiver at her touch. “All’s fair in lust and war.”
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have about fifteen minutes before we ring in the new year. What do you say you help me bring a good friend up on stage? He is really shy, but I bet if you cheer loud enough, we could get him up here.”
Jonas started chants of “Jon... Jon... Jon…” and pretty soon the crowd was doing it as well.
“Better make it good.” She smirked as she slipped out from under his arms and into the crowd.
The crowd’s roar grew louder when they realized who it was that jumped up on stage. Jon waited for Corey to count him in for a rendition of ‘The Boys are Back in Town.’
Cara made her way through the crowd, joining Ari just as the song ended. Jonas joked they’d be back next year and hopped off stage, whisking her in his arms as Ryan Seacrest started his count down. Jon sauntered over to where Ari stood and hooked his arms around her waist. She couldn’t help but smile at his devilish grin as she locked her hands behind his neck.
“This is it Crash, our first official New Year’s together.”
“Yup.” Her fingers played lazily with his sweaty hair.
Dick Clark began counting down, “10...9...8...7...6...”
“You ready for it?” Jon asked.
“Are you?” She grinned.
5...4...3...2...1...
“Oh, yeah!” he whispered against her lips.
The sweet smell of his breath intoxicated her as he pressed his lips against hers. It was a light, chaste kiss at first, and then he leaned in closer for a more prolonged kiss. Ari stood up on her toes to get closer and deepened the kiss. The room fell silent around them and people started staring, but neither Jon nor Ari seemed to care.
Jon stroked her cheek. “I love you, Ariana,” he whispered.
She’d heard him say those three words before, but tonight they felt different. They felt right. “I love you, Jon.”
“Happy New Year.” He leaned in to kiss her again. “Can we get out of here now?”
Ari laughed. “Nope. You still owe me a song.”
Jon tossed back his head, laughing. He looked to his left and found Cara and Jonas smiling at the two of them. “You got one more in ya? Seems I need to pay a debt.”
“Sure. Wouldn’t want you in the doghouse this early in the year.” He slapped Jon’s shoulder. “Let’s go.”
“I’ll be back.” He winked.
“I’ll be waiting. Better make it a good one.” Ari slapped his ass as he walked away.
“Bonne année petite soeur! Beaucoup de Bonheur.” Cara pulled her in for a hug.
Ariana squeezed her friend tight. “Toi aussi mon amie. Je t’aime.”
They sat down at the empty table in front of the stage and turned their attention to where the men they both loved stood. Yes, even if Cara refused to admit it in St. Bart’s, Ari knew when her friend was in love and she was knee-deep in it for sure.
Jonas tapped on the mic.
“Happy 2010! We’ve had a request to play, so here’s the deal. Jon’s gonna sing this time around and, when we’re done, grab your man or woman–heck, just grab someone–and go home to ring in 2010 the right way.”
Ariana leaned closer to Cara. “Leave it to your man to make it about sex.”
Whistles and cackles erupted as Jon adjusted the mic stand to his liking and, with an air of cocky arrogance, he looked directly at Ari. His two fingers pointed at his eyes first, then to hers, as if to say, “I’m watching you” and he mouthed the words, ‘Get ready Crash’.
Ari’s face fell into the palms of her hands as the music started. She had heard this song more times than she could remember. Her grandfather would sing it to Lili all the time. She turned when she heard Cara laughing.
“What?” she asked.
“You’re so not going to survive this.”
“Yes, I will.”
“Uh-huh.” Cara sat back as Jon began to sing.
If you want a lover
I’ll do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
I’ll wear a mask for you
If you want a partner
Take my hand
If you want to strike me down in anger
Here I stand
I’m your man
If you want a boxer
I will step into the ring for you
And if you want a doctor
I’ll examine every inch of you
If you want a driver
Climb inside
If you want to take me for a ride
You know you can
I’m your man
She needed out of there and fast and before Jon finished the last note. Ariana was up out of her seat and headed for the kitchen.
“Close up for me, Cara, please,” she shouted over her shoulder.
Halfway up the steps, she dropped one boot and was fighting the zipper of the other as she hit the landing. Successful, she dropped it and shimmied out of her leather skirt. Her heart raced with anticipation as she heard the thumping of his boots on the stairs when he chased after her. He was gaining on her as she rounded the living room and went down the hall to her bedroom. She quickly glanced over her shoulder and tugged her top over her head, tossing the garment at him and giggling as she did.
Out of breath, Jon froze when he entered her bedroom. In the middle of the bed was a sight that would make any ordinary man fall to his knees. Ariana was resting on her knees in the middle of the bed. Dark chocolate-colored curls cascaded down her shoulders in waves, hot pink lace barely covering what he’d been after all night.
Her cat-like eyes were absolutely feral as she slowly caressed the sides of her body, accentuating her voluptuous frame. Jon took a moment to compose himself as he toed off his boots and stepped further into the room.
“C’mere, Jonny,” she said in a sultry voice.
Jon nonchalantly walked towards the bed and climbed up beside her, two strong hands pulling her body tight against his. Their lips danced with one another until she parted her lips slightly, allowing his tongue entrance. The taste of wine tantalized her taste buds.
She wanted more, so much more. Her lips left his and began to slowly run across his chin, planting kisses along the length of his neck, stopping at his Adam’s apple. Sucking lightly, her teeth grazed against it, leaving it slightly reddened. Ariana left the spot with a slight pop and returned her lips to his, planting a very passionate kiss.
“Ari,” he whispered against her lips.
Tracing her hands along his muscular form, she felt every muscle through his shirt and decided she had no time for buttons. Smiling against his lips, she ripped his shirt open with one smooth motion.
“Much better.”
“You’re such a tease.” Jon murmured, his eyes examining every inch of her. “An absolute tease.”
He loved everything about her–the slope of her nose, her full lips, the way her olive skin was bronzed from being in the sun and, most of all, her eyes and how they seemed capable of tearing him apart piece by piece.
Ari inched closer to his ear, her hands running across his sides. “Off!” she said with a growl. “Now!”
Jon fumbled with the button of his jeans as he crawled backwards off the bed. Once his feet were planted on the floor, he tugged the denim down his muscular thighs and kicked them to the side. Joining her once again on the bed, all he wanted now was to feel her skin against his.
Ariana pressed a single finger against his chest, pushing him gently, and Jon let himself fall back on the pillows as she crawled her way over to him. With a devious grin on her lips, she turned to face the other way then placed one knee on each side of his hips.
The damp fabric against his bare skin sent rushes of electricity throughout his entire body. His hands crept slowly up her bare back to unclasp her bra. Letting it fall, he dropped his hands on her ass, giving it a small squeeze. Ariana mewed in delight.
“God! Your ass... is so... fucking unbelievable,” he said, holding, kneading each cheek.
Ari lowered her head, pushing her ass closer to his face. With her hair falling forward against his thighs, she used her tongue and started circling his tip before taking him as much as she could, squeezing him with her throat.
“Fuck! Yes!” Jon grunted. “Scoot back baby, I wanna see you,” he said, his voice hoarse.
She did as told, and he pushed the fabric away so he could see her, glistening and pink with arousal. Jon slid his hand between her legs to touch her, rubbing one finger over her clit and another pushing into her, making her moan against him.
Jon pulled it out as fast as he pushed it in and then slid his finger between his lips to taste her.
“Mmm… Sweeter than ever before.”
Latching his lips around her swollen nub, he sucked, licked and nipped, all the while trying to concentrate as she continued her assault on his cock. His excitement building, Jon wanted inside her now and, in one swift motion, he gripped the material roughly, tearing it off her and pushing her forward.
“Up on your knees.”
With her ass up in the air on display, he dug his nails into her hips and thrust forward, filling her in one stroke. She half screamed and moaned. Not sure if it was from pleasure or pain, Jon stilled.
“Did I hurt you?” he panted out.
“No! Don’t! Stop!” she moaned loudly as she gripped the sheets, her knuckles white with exertion.
A sheen of sweat covered them as skin slapped against skin. His dirty words made her moan more as he slid in and out of her wet pussy.
“Oh! So fucking good!” she stuttered.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t hold back his orgasm any longer. “Crash, I can’t....”
“No! Almost there.”
Ari arched her back in a bow as he gripped her hips tightly and slid deeper inside her. He could feel her walls quivering as she got closer and closer to her release. Slipping his hands between her legs, he pressed his thumb against her clit.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Both in absolute ecstasy, Ari rocked back as he thrust forward, and the room filled with moans and screams as they both went soaring over the edge.
Collapsing to the side, he took her with him, curling her into him. Speechless to say a damned thing, Jon placed soft kisses into her hair as they laid there, just enjoying the closeness for some time. Neither one of them wanted to interrupt the moment.
“Jon...” she whispered in the darkness.
Wrapping his arms tightly around her, Jon groaned in acknowledgement.
“Happy New Year, Jonny.”
“Happy New Year, Crash.”
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