“Yoouuu, don’t waa-ant meeee. Youuu th- thi...ink I’m fa… faa… at and ugly.” Her broken words were barely understandable between her sobs.
Holy shit! What the fuck just happened. One minute she was his sexed up little mama and the next, she's crazier than a stalker without Prozac. If she wasn't his wife, he'd have Matt put her on their ‘special list’ for his more certifiable fans. He didn’t have time for this now. He had a show to finish.
“Crash, I don’t have time for this crazy non…”
“Oh. So now I’m crazy too?" Throwing her hands in the air, she took a few steps forward to leave.
“No!” he snapped, stopping her. Tugging his t-shirt over his head, he quickly moved in on her. “Insatiable.” He grabbed her hand and pressed it against the growing bulge in his pants. “Feel that Crash. Does that feel like I don’t want you? There’s only one thing more I’d rather have right now than your lips wrapped around my dick and that’s for it to be buried so fuckin’ deep inside your sweet pussy,” he snarled, “but I can’t.”
Sniffing, she wiped her nose with the back of her hand. “But you said no more.”
Growling out of frustration, Jon cupped her face and looked into her teary eyes. “I need to go. But you can bet your sweet ass you can suck, fuck or anything else you want to do to me the second the show is over.”
Planting a big, sloppy kiss on her lips, he turned and left her standing there. He needed to put this out of his head and finish this show. She had his mind and body so physically wrecked that he literally crawled up the stairs and across the stage as the opening riffs to Have a Nice Day played.
Pulling a few tissues from the box, she plopped herself into the chair and blow her nose. She wasn’t crying because she was angry. No, she was crying because—hell, she really did not know why she was crying.
Me? Crazy? Yeah, right? One minute he’s yelling no more and the next he’s got my hand practically down his pants.
Scooting up on the edge of the chair, she leaned in closer to the mirror. My god, she was a mess. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy, and she had streaks of black running down her cheeks. Reaching for one of the white towels, she poured some water from his half-emptied bottle sitting there and wiped off some of the mascara. Tossing the towel, she took one last look in the mirror and noticed the black-and-white photo hanging in the corner behind her.
Oh, what are you looking at? I bet you didn’t have bat shit crazy bitches like me hanging around. Did ya, Frank? Another blue-eyed Italian… bet they were probably falling at your feet too.
“Ari, you okay in there?”
Startled, she turned and looked up at the photo as if the voice came from there. “Gee great. Maybe I am crazy. I’m talking to a picture of a ghost.”
“Ari, I’m coming in.” Jumping from the chair, she turned to face Dawn as she pulled back the curtain. “Hey, everything okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah. I was just leaving.” Smiling, she exited the makeshift room and slipped beneath the stage to see if Tony had something to distract her.
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As Jon left the stage, he couldn’t believe his eyes. The woman who stood waiting for him at the foot of the steps was not the same one he’d left not over twenty minutes ago. No, this one was joking and laughing with a few of the crew, who were waiting to break down the stage and load up the trucks for the next city.
Accepting a fresh towel and shirt from Dawn, he approached the small group and placed a gently hand at the small of her back. “Ready to roll?”
“Yep.” she smiled, “Catch ya on the other side, Sonny!” Ari waved to the man who she’d known since she was a young girl.
“No shower tonight?”
“Nah. I’m beat, and the plane is ready.” Jon pulled down the sleeves of his Henley, as his still damp body shivered when they stepped from the opened door into the chilly night air. “I’ll freshen up a bit on the plane and wait till we get to Texas.”
Matt, who followed closely behind them, pointed over their shoulders. “We’re in van two tonight.”
“And Meatball?” Ariana asked.
“Already in the van.”
When they approached the van, Jon extended his hand and assisted her as she climbed in first, then he slid across the bench next to her. Stretching out his legs, he rested his head against the seat back and took the towel he had wrapped around his neck and began rubbing it over his wet hair.
“Here, let me do that.” Ariana shifted and took the towel from his hands.
Closing his eyes, he let her continue. She was certainly in a better mood than before, and he wasn’t about to do or say something to change that. They had a flight to get through first. Once they were in their hotel room, then they could talk about what happened earlier.
Except for Meatball’s occasional bark at Matt, the short ride to the airport was done in silence. At this hour of the night, they were able to get through airport security with no interruptions. And once everyone was on the plane and settled, Vicky made one last walk through checking if anyone needed anything before they prepared for take-off.
Since the mutt-ball had joined the crew, they took their newly assigned seats towards the back of the plane, giving them more room to stretch out. The rest of the passengers had scattered about the cabin. Richie was busy on his computer chatting with Ava, while Tico and Nicole were in some deep conversation about golf. Lema had put on his headphones and decided to catch some shut eye. While Matt and a few others started a game of poker.
Like she’s done many times before, once the plane began to taxi she reached for his hand, lifted the armrest between them, swung her legs over his and rested her head on his shoulder.
“Any special requests?” he leaned his head against hers.
“Surprise me.”
“This ain’t gonna be my finest.” he teased as he pulled down the shade, shutting off the outside world for her.
“You know I love when your voice is raspy and raw.” He took his clue to sing as her fingers clenched tighter around his at the roar of the plane’s engine and its rapid ascent down the runway.
I made you cry when I zipped my fly
Ain’t that a shame
Your tears fell like rain
Ain’t that a shame
I’m the one to blame
It broke my heart when you fell apart
Ain’t that a shame
Your tears fell like rain
Ain’t that a shame
I’m the one to blame
Hated to go… finish that show
Ain’t that a shame
They were calling my name
Ain’t that a shame
That’s the price of fame
You sucked me dry; I wanted to cry
Ain’t that a shame
My dick was in pain
Ain’t that a shame
I had to abstain
Oh heck, let’s try. I’ll drop my fly.
“We’re on a plane” she laid a hand upon his cheek
Ain’t that a shame
Holy Toledo!!! Jon has his hands full
ReplyDeleteWith Ariana! lol