138 - Hot For The Teacher

Jon’s head swam as his senses went into overdrive. She was sinfully sexy when she got like this, but he needed it to stop, stop it before he couldn’t. He had had enough of her sweet torture and thought it was time for her to get a taste of her own medicine. In an attempt to carefully shake her off him, he raised his knees, causing her to fall forward, her hands now stroking over his shoulders and down his chest. Gripping his fingers tightly around her forearms, Jon playfully rolled her until she was lying on her side. 

 

Sliding next to her with his front to her back, he nuzzled his nose into her hair and hushed her. “It’s my turn to show you a thing or two about pregnancy.”

 

Looking over her shoulder at him challengingly, she snickered. “You were pregnant once?” 

 

Shaking his head, the corners of his mouth threatened to turn up in a smile. “Smart ass!” His warm breath against the curve of her neck set her skin on fire.  

 

“Your tits and ass have been my kryptonite from the very beginning, but ever since I knocked you up in the backseat of Silvestro’s car,” Ariana’s eyes widened with surprise at his words. “That’s right Crash I. Knocked. You. Up. By doing so, I was…. rewarded and I would happily do it all over again, for these.”  

 

“Ohhh, really?” Ariana nearly purred when his strong fingers sought and cupped her breast.

 

Damn her voice, Jon thought. Even when he was in control, he really wasn’t. If she put her mind to it, he would be putty in her hands; especially when she was like this. Gently guiding her arm over her head, he slid down her body, freeing her soft mound from its binding confines.   

 

“Mm…” he murmured around the hardened peak.

 

With each scrape of his teeth, each lap of his tongue, Ariana was finding it difficult to concentrate. Combing her fingers through his golden locks, she tugged hard, his lips releasing her with a pop.  

 

“Hey, teach, you going to begin the lesson — or not?”

 

“Whatsamatta baby, can’t handle the heat?” 

 

“I can handle anything you got to give me.”

 

Smirking, Jon thrust his hips against her ass, “I have something I wanna give ya right here.” 

 

Rewarded with one of his favorite sounds, her gorgeous giggle, Jon moved his hand to slide between her legs and stroked his forefinger along her folds. “Hmm... someone’s a little eager.”

 

“Jonnnn…”

 

“You need something?”

 

“You!!!” her breath hitched in her throat when she felt two fingers slip into her heated core.  

 

“Not so fast. You need a little more instruction.”  

 

Arching her head against his chest, she pressed her ass against his erection. “Jonn-ny, I can feel every throbbing inch — pulsing just for me. Please. Show me. Teach me.”

 

Finally, losing his already tenuous control, he pushed her leg forward and slammed himself into her waiting heat. When her eyes went wide, he was momentarily concerned he’d hurt her, but her panted ‘is that’s all you got?’ caused him to thrust faster into her clenching muscles. 

 

“Using what you learned, eh?” he panted out before his lips captured hers.  

 

She dueled with him on equal ground, her tongue battling for his control of their steaming kiss. 

 

“That’s it Crash, let it go, you know I’m the only teacher here.” His growled words had her climaxing not once, but twice, and her rippling and clenching muscles had him shouting her name as his hips bucked uncontrollably.

 

Slowly regaining his breath, as she did, he painted her naked body with his fingers, stopping when he reached her bump. As they laid there quietly for a few moments, just holding each other, a series of a little kicks or fist greeted them punching against their joined hands.

 

“Did you feel that?” Excitedly, she whispered so that her voice wouldn’t startle the baby.

 

“I did.”

 

“She’s never kicked that much before!”

 

“She’s singing… Schools out for...”  

 

“Singing?” she interrupted his groggily mumbling. 

 

“Uh-huh.” He wrapped her tighter against him and nuzzled his chin into the crook of her neck. 

 

“Schools out for summer…”

 

♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱

 

Two days turned into three and before she knew it, a week had passed, and Ariana had fallen back into a regular routine as if she had never stopped working. Only difference, she was working with Tony and the video production crew most nights rather than her usual putting up and tearing down she was used too. 

 

Though she’d dabbled a little in this type of work before, watching the video aspect from start to finish on a tour this size, she could learn a whole new side of things she never knew about. Not to mention the bonus of watching things from behind the camera. She could watch her husband shaking his thang all night long.  

 

Like she promised Jon, she sat on her ever-growing ass and lifted nothing heavier than a pencil. Not that she would openly admit this to him, because it would be like admitting he was right, but she was feeling every bit pregnant and working every night was slightly tiring. Even though her back was starting to hurt a little more, her feet were swelling a bit, and she was moving a little slower, she wouldn’t change a moment of it.

 

The pregnant woman waddle had crept up on her too. Her stance grew wider, and her hands were permanently affixed to her hips to relive the dull ache in her back. She knew Jon noticed, too. She’d caught him a couple of times, half smiling, half laughing at her as she moved around backstage, but he said nothing to her.

 

Lucky for her, the last stretch of shows were a short plane or helicopter ride from home, which meant she could sleep in their own bed every night. The brand-new mattress she and Jon picked out was heavenly. It had the firmness that he needed for his back with a pillowy top that made you feel as if you were sleeping in the clouds.

 

Being close to home also allowed her to work closer with Luc and put the finishing touches on Lily’s nursery and the rooms for the other children. Considering the number of renovations she had wanted done, she was impressed with the amazing job Luc and his crew had done in such a short time. 

 

On the rare few off days they had, she filled her time having lunch with her mother-in-law or sister-in-law while Jon kept busy with foundation work. Life in New Jersey was becoming very comfortable for her. The quaint little town reminded her so much of Montreal; friendly people who left you alone.

 

This warm winter day found them at the doctors for a routine check-up before going their separate ways until they met up for dinner later that evening. Not wasting the beautiful day, Ariana parked her car in front of The Dublin Housewhere she would meet Jon later and strolled through town, taking in some of her favorite shops. When she made it to the little French bakery, she slipped in to pick up a few things before heading to her favorite boutique. 

 

When she reached her destination, Ariana took a moment to look in the store fronts small window. Once again it was adorned with a single mannequin dressed this time in dark denim hip huggers with a form fitting classic white tee. A chocolate-colored stressed leather jacket along with a coordinating big, buckled belt finished out the outfit’s accessories. 

 

If only…. she thought as she pushed open the door, it's chiming bell sounding to announce her presence. 

 

"I'll be with you in a sec." Came a cheerful voice from the back. 

 

"Hurry up Andi, your coffee's getting cold."

 

"Ariana, sweetie, is that you?"

 

"Yup!"

 

Andi set the stack of folded inventory on the stool and made her way to the front of the store. "Well, I'll be damned.” She stopped dead in her tracks when her eyes caught sight of Ariana. "My, have you popped overnight. You sure there is only one in there?"

 

"Hilarious." 

 

Ariana handed her friend one of the lattes. They had started out as acquaintances from Ariana’s many visits to the vintage shop, but their friendship had deepened. 

 

"So, what brings you in today?"

 

"Seriously?" Ariana waved her hands down the length of her body. "Look at me, I'm bigger than a house and growing out of my clothes faster than I can wear them."

 

"Please! Women would kill to look as good as you." Reaching for Ariana’s hand, she led her towards where she had just come from. "Come, let's see what we can find for you."

 

Two and a half hours and a couple of shopping bags later, Ari said goodbye to her friend, promising she would keep in touch, and made her way back through town to meet Jon. 

 

As she approached her car, she noticed a not so friendly familiar face lurking across the street. Quickly opening the trunk, she deposited her bags and retreated to the confines of the restaurant, hoping Jon would be waiting inside.