With the tour starting next month, he would be leaving for Seattle for rehearsals and wanted to spend some time with the kids. It’ took a little cohearsing to get Dorothea to let them spend a few days with him and Ari. So while she took care of some last minutes errands, he drove into the city to pick them up.
“Romeo Jon Bongiovi! If you don’t get down here right, now, we are leaving without you!” Jon shouted.
“Jon. Can’t you be a little bit nicer?” Dorothea looked up over the newspaper she was reading.
They had learned to be civil to each other in the presence of the children, but that was it. According to her, his little stunt in St. Bart’s undermined her, and she made damn sure of reminding him every chance she could. Jon, on the other hand, told her in a roundabout way to suck it up and move on already. The kids had seemed to adjust to what was going on and, if they could, so could she.
Jon just grinned at her. He was tired and antsy and the less said, the better. For now, all he wanted to do was round up his troops and head home.
“Ro....”
“I’m here. I’m here. I needed to get something.” Romeo called, running down the steps with his DS in one hand and a folded piece of paper in the other.
“Go throw that away. You don’t need to be bringing paper with you.” Jon pointed towards the kitchen.
“It’s not trash. It’s a picture for Ar-we-ana.”
Romeo stuffed the items into his backpack by the door. Zippering it shut, he hooked his little arms through, pulled on its straps, and gave his father a look that meant he was now ready to go.
“Suck up.” Jake mumbled.
“You say something Jake?”
Shocked that anyone heard him, Jake looked up from his game and rolled his eyes. They were spending a few days with Jon in Jersey before he headed to Seattle for rehearsal... which meant that Ariana would be there.
Pushing himself off the carpet with a hmph, Jake slouched over to the door, where he pulled Romeo’s backpack open, spilling most of the contents and eliciting the desired response from the boy.
Romeo’s eyes welled and his mouth opened into a wail not unlike that of a tornado siren. He turned to his older brother and gave an almighty shove that sent the older boy flat onto his butt.
As quickly as the quarrel began, it was over when Jon pulled out his dad's voice and yelled.
“Enough! You two! Settle down!”
Swooping down and plucking Jake off the floor, he gathered the papers that had spilled out of Romeo’s backpack. Romeo was still squalling, but now some of it could be understood.
“DADDY! Don’t let Jake rip the picture! I drawed it for Ar-we-ana!”
Amidst the chaos, Jake had unfolded the picture Romeo had drawn for her and was slowly trying to tear it down the middle in front of his brother.
Just then, Dot snatched the paper from Jake and, in the same motion, lightly smacked him on the butt before handing the drawing to a distraught Romeo.
“That’s it, Jake. You just bought yourself a night or two without electronics.” Jon snarled at his son.
“Works for me.” Jake spat back.
“Who do you think you’re talking to, mister? You better straighten up your act before we get to the house.”
“Jacob Hurley! You listen to me and listen good. You better change your attitude and be on your best behavior or you’ll lose a month of electronics. Do you understand me?” Dorothea bit out. She held out her hand and waited for him to hand over his iPod and Gameboy.
“But Mom....”
“No buts. You will shape up your act and show that woman the same respect you would anyone else. I didn’t raise you or any of your siblings to behave like little hellions.”
Dorothea couldn’t believe the words that had just fallen off her lips, but she knew that if this was to ever become a friendly relationship, she would have to learn, just like her son.
“Jacob?”
He placed his electronics into her opened hands. “Yes, Mom.” Jake bellowed as he pulled open the front door and walked into the vestibule.
Mouthing thank you to Dorothea, Jon motioned the rest of his crew out the door and pulled it closed behind him. Sighing, Dorothea ran her palm down the dark oak panel, then turned the lock. Would she survive the next few days wondering and worrying about what her children would be doing?
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The vibration against her ass had Ariana shifting the bags into one hand as she retrieved her phone from her back pocket. Tapping the green message icon, she read the text message.
[4:30pm] Jon: Troops roped and tied and on our way. Will pick up dinner. Pizza okay?
Dammit! She had wanted to be home when he got there with the kids. It was the first time they were spending a few days with them and they were all staying at the main house. Luc had already finished remodeling the master bed and bathrooms, which is why she agreed to stay when Jon had asked.
They were leaving for Seattle in a few days, and he wanted to spend as much time with the kids as he could. It had shocked Ari that Dorothea hadn’t given him a hard time about it. She had offered to go back to Montreal if it would have made things easier, but Jon made it abundantly clear that she’d stay put. It was where she belonged and Dorothea would have to get used to the situation sooner or later, is what he said.
Shifting the bags further up her wrist so she could reply to his text, Ari walked and typed as she made her way along Front Street.
[4:32pm] Ari: Pizza’s fine. Should be home soon as well. See u there.
Realizing she forgot something, so she shot off another text.
[4:35pm] Ari: btw, craving calamari... oh and a cannoli. ;)
Smiling, she hit send.
“Whoa, Darlin’. You should watch....”
The distinct deep, black, velvety tone was familiar, and as Ari raised her head to apologize for being so stupid for walking and texting, she knew why.
“Richie?”
“Bella?”
They stood for a moment before Richie pulled her in for a hug.
“What are you...” they spoke at the same time.
“You first.” Richie said.
“What are you doing here?” she finally asked him.
“I was heading to Jack’s. You?”
Ari pointed to the weather-beaten sign. “I have a few returns to make.”
“The Basic Blues Boutique.” Richie read the name on the sign out loud. “Sounds like you.”
“It’s a great store. I think you would like it too.”
Their conversation was interrupted when a tall, slender blonde carrying Starbucks walked up next to them.
“Back so soon Ariana?”
“Hey Andi. Yeah, nothing fits.”
Unlocking the door, Andi pushed the door open with her back and motioned for them inside. Richie placed his palm on the door, allowing the blonde woman to move further inside, with Ari following behind her.
“You can shut that door now handsome, you’re letting all the heat out.” Andi called over her shoulder as she settled her drink and bag on the counter.
“I’m sorry, where are my manners. Andi, this is Richie. Richie, Andi.” Ariana plopped her bags on the counter.
“I know who he is, Sweetie.”
Ari was confused. “You do?” she asked.
“Sugar, this is Jersey. Everyone knows who the boys of Bon Jovi are.”
Trying to keep her composure, Andi began removing the contents of Ariana’s bag and folding them neatly into two piles - tees and jeans.
“Pleasure Darlin’.” Richie nodded as he moved around the store looking, while the two women continued talking.
While Ari and Andi talked about what she needed in what sizes, Andi watched from the corner of her eye at his tall dark frame as he moved about her store. He was even better looking in person than she thought.
“Is that okay if I come back tomorrow? I need to get home.” Ariana asked.
“Yeah. Yeah. Sure.” Andi brought her eyes back to Ariana. “I’ll pull the sizes you need and have them ready. Oh, and I’m getting a new shipment later today. I think you will like a few things. I’ll pull them too.”
“Great. Thanks.” Ariana turned to see where Richie had gone. “Rich, I have to go. You're more than welcome to join us. I’m sure the kids would love to see you.”
Richie made his way over to her, “Thanks Bella, but I’ll need a rain check. I have dinner plans with Ma.”
“Okay. You heading to Jack’s now?”
“In a few. I see a few things Ava would like.” He kissed the top of her head. “Guess I’ll see you in a few days.”
“Alrighty then.” Ari looked back at Andi. “Thanks again, Andi. See you tomorrow. Bye Richie.”
“Ciao Bella."
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Dropping her towel on the built-in bench, Ariana entered the walk-in shower. Turning the water a little warmer than usual, she closed her eyes as the hot water washed away the stress in her body.
The evening went well, except for Jake’s aloofness. There were parts where she’d thought she had made a breakthrough with him, but they were gone as fast as they came. Ari had notice Jon trying to pull him aside a few times to speak with him, but she would shrug or shake her head no. The last thing she wanted was to make it harder on him, any of them, for that matter.
When dinner was over, they all retreated to the family room to play some video games. Jon sat back and watched as Ari and the kids went from one game to the next. He was impressed at how good she was at some of them but was really impressed when Jesse suggested they breakout Rock Band. Ari held her own, no matter what instrument she played.
Jon leaned into her and whispered she should go up to bed if she was tired when she tried to hide the yawns. Taking his advice, she said her goodnights and headed upstairs.
Now she stood there, enjoying the warmth of the shower. She didn’t notice Jon step in to join her. He positioned himself behind her, wrapping his arms around her growing stomach. Brushing her wet tendrils, he kissed the base of her neck.
“Jon. The kids?” She whispered.
“Are asleep.” He murmured against her wet skin.
“But...”
She lost her train of thought as his wide palms traveled over her stomach, up her rib cage to the underside of her tender breast. Earning himself a gasp.
“The door is locked. Just relax and enjoy.” He whispered into her ear.
They had had little time for intimacy the last couple of weeks. Their schedules kept them apart and when they were together, it was either for less than twenty-four hours or she was tired. Jon had been a good sport about it, and she had to admit his hands felt good on her.
Ariana let out another moan as Jon’s water slick fingers found their way to her entrance. Her head fell back in pleasure as he slipped one single digit inside of her.
“Oh. God.”
Ariana whispered with a voice full of lust and wantonness as Jon continued his torture, nipping and sucking at her exposed neck. Giving him better access, she widened her stance as another finger joined the first one. Stretching her.
“God. Do you know how beautiful you look right now?” Jon breathed huskily. “Your tits.... so full. Plump. And your nipples. So hard. Oh, to taste them.”
His calloused finger from his free hand brushed against them, causing her to bite her lower lip at his touch.
“Jon.”
“I know Crash, I won’t.”
Her body flared to life as his hand roamed her body again. His rough palm pressed against just under her ever-growing bump.
“This...” he hissed. “So sexy.”
“You're driving me crazy.” She pulled his mouth closer to that spot on her neck that she liked.
“Good.” He mummered against her neck.
Ari pressed her ass against his stiff erection and slowly gyrated her hips.
“You gonna do something about it, or should I?”
Jon smiled mischievously before sliding his fingers out from her, making her whimper with the sudden loss. Turning her, he pressed her up against the wall and lifted her leg around his waist. Sliding wide palms under her ass, he lifted her.
“I got it.” He grunted as he slid his erection into her warm folds.
Buried hilt deep inside her, Jon stilled so Ari could adjust to him. Leaning in for a kiss, Ari eagerly responded as she kissed him back, her tongue licking his lips before he granted her access. Whimpering into the kiss, Ari gyrated her hips, silently asking him to move.
Jon pulled himself out almost fully before sliding back into her squirming body. He loved the feeling of being inside her. The closeness and the intimacy they shared with each other.
His thrusts moved agonizingly slow for a while before picking up speed. Ari’s legs tightening with each thrust. She could feel his body slightly shake as he worked hard not to cum yet.
One hand let go of his neck and nestled its way in between them, and found her clit. Flicking the swollen nub, Jon felt her clench around him. He too, was close, and he wanted them to cum together.
Concentrating hard not to lose control of his shaky legs, he buried himself deep inside Ariana and captured her bottom lip between his teeth and bit down. The assault on her lip sent waves of ecstasy washing over them.
As the aftershock of their orgasms settled, Jon let go of Ari’s lip. A smug grin settled on his face as he saw a drop of blood forming on her bruised lip.
“Sorry.” He slowly ran his tongue over the bite mark.
“I’ll survive.” She said, trying to catch her breath.
Ari let out a tired sigh as she unhooked her legs and let them slide to the floor.
“Tired baby?”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s get you washed, then.”
He reached for her bottle of body wash. “Relax Crash, I’ll help.”
Ari chuckled as she reached for the shampoo bottle. “Oh, I’m sure you will.”
As she poured a generous amount of the thick liquid into her palm and began massaging her scalp, Jon used the loofa to wash her. After working her fingers through her long, thick mane, she moved under the shower nozzle and rinsed the shampoo out.
“Hey what about me?” Jon protested as she exited the shower.
“Tomorrow. I promise.” She wrapped the soft fabric around her and padded out of the room.
She was sound asleep when he finished his shower. Trying not to wake her as he climbed next to her and cuddled close. Resting his head on her pillow, he draped his arm over her waist. He listened to her steady breathing before his own tired eyes got the better of him and he drifted off to sleep.
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