The man is an
amazing lover.
He had paid her ‘pay for that’ in a couple of different
torturous ways that did nothing to discourage her from doing ‘that’ again. She was boneless and sated, her hand gliding
along his spine while he lay against her breast.
“Are you going to tell me what happened at Dorothea’s
now?” Petey asked in the quiet aftermath.
Her thumb fiddled with the band on her engagement ring, its unfamiliar
weight sitting heavy on her hand.
“Nothing happened,” was the sleepily mumbled reply. He hadn’t slept much last night on the couch,
she knew, and that fatigue combined with softness of her bed and her body was
proving difficult for him to resist.
Petey brushed the damp tendrils from his forehead, her
forehead crinkling. “I don’t believe
that. You came out more pissed than you
went in.”
“I wasn’t pissed going in,” he denied, his lips tickling
her with their protest. “I was
preoccupied, worrying about what you were going to say.”
“Whatever. You
still came out pissed.”
His wide hand splayed over her bare stomach, its warmth
searing her skin. It made her not mind
being uncovered. Seeing his bare butt
was another reason not to mind.
“Mm.” He grumbled
quietly, flopping off of her and bunching a pillow under his head. “My mom is being a pain in the ass. I’m gonna have to go see her.”
“Yeah? How
so?” She reversed their roles, easing
over to rest herself against his chest
and toy with the hair dusting the flat plane of his abdomen.
Chin tucked into his chest, Jon looked dubiously down at
her. “Are you sure you want to hear
this?”
“Yes.” Petey’s
unfettered shoulder lifted in a slight shrug.
“If we’re engaged I should start getting involved with your family,
right?”
“Oh, Sugar,” he chuckled.
“I don’t know if you should or not.
I love my mom, but she can be a bit much sometimes.”
She pivoted her head and arched a brow at him. “Kinda like her son?” she inquired
drolly. “I think I can handle her. So what did she do?”
From the sour pucker on his face, he didn’t really care
for being compared to his mother. “Yeah,
well I guess we’ll see.” He settled her
into his chest with a sigh, and Petey felt his muscles tense beneath her. “She’s giving Tony shit over Dottie. Well…
I take that back.” He huffed with
disgust. “She’s giving Tony shit, saying
he’s trying to live my life through my hand-me-downs. I swear to God, no wonder my brothers hate
me. They’ve been unfairly compared to me
for most of their lives.”
“They don’t hate you.
I know Tony doesn’t, anyway. He
wants to do a good job for you, and you’re a demanding dictator, but he doesn’t
hate you.”
Tightening his arms around her briefly, he dropped a kiss
on the top of her head. “He asked about
you. Wants to know if you’re coming back
to work.”
That was in the post-engagement pile of stuff to be
sifted through, along with dozens of other things. What had she been thinking, saying yes when
there was so much unresolved?
You were thinking
he makes you feel like nobody else can.
“The ring couldn’t be any more perfect,” she remarked
softly, looking down at her hand and tilting it so the jewels caught the light. “But this engagement doesn’t solve any
problems, Jon. It actually creates
more. I don’t think I can be held
accountable for a post-orgasmic decision.”
“Whoa. Just stop
right there.” Jon pulled himself up in
the bed, forcing her to do the same.
Both of them propped their bare backs against the pale pink wall. “You already said yes, so don’t get any ideas
about backing out on me.”
Petey drew her knees up to her chest and burrowed her
toes under the covers until they were all the way up to her chin. The warm afterglow was dissipating and a
chill was starting to seep in.
“This is a completely impractical idea though,” she
reasoned as he covered himself to the waist with the fluffy pink
comforter. “We’ve only known each other
a very short time, and outside of sex, we really know nothing about one another. What are our families going to say? Your kids, your parents? My parents?”
“Does it matter? As
long as we’re happy, they should be happy.”
She cut him a look of incredulity. “You can really say that after what happened with your mom and Tony?” Her hands began moving animatedly as the rest of her sand castle
of dreams continued its disintegration. “And
what about my job with Tony? Is that
even an option now? Is it inappropriate
to go out on the road with you? What if
the pictures surface? Married, engaged,
or whatever, they’re still not something I want anyone to see. And what about Daniel? I don’t want to cower away somewhere, so what
are we going to do about him? This brought more questions than solutions. And…”
“Jesus, slow down,” he muttered, pulling her into his
embrace. “We have to deal with all of
that shit whether we’re married or not, and I’d much rather have you by my side
while we do it.”
Petey swiveled her head to fix him with an unwavering
look. “I’m the only daughter and it
would kill my mother if we got a quickie wedding at City Hall. I don’t need a lot of fancy stuff, but I want
a real wedding. She deserves that.”
“Sugar, you
deserve it.” His countenance darkened as
he studied her. “You’ve put up with a
lot of shit in your life. I’m not trying
to make marrying me one more thing to endure.
The fact is, I have a ridiculous amount of money, and that has the magical ability to make the
impossible possible. Whatever wedding
you want can be put together in days.
Just because I want to do this now,
doesn’t mean it has to be a City Hall quickie.”
“God,” she moaned burrowing her head into his chest. “Why am I afraid Mom will ask me if I’m
pregnant?”
He didn’t laugh like she expected him to, and she turned
to search his face. It was both stunned
and thoughtful. One hand rested on his
stomach and the other on the lower curve of her back, but he didn’t move
either. She’d finally said something that gave him pause.
“I’m not pregnant,” she laughed humorlessly,
misinterpreting his concern.
“Do you wanna be?”
“What?” Petey
didn’t have any trouble hearing the quietly spoken question, but her interpretation
was coming a little more slowly.
“Do you want to be pregnant? If we get married are you gonna want to add
to our family?”
Huh.
In the fray of questions littering her mind, that one hadn’t
come near the surface. It was a valid
question, however.
Daniel never wanted children, and she had agreed to his
terms when they got engaged. That’s why
she had been taking Depo-Provera shots for several years now. Petey never expected to be anyone’s mother,
but then again, no one had ever point-blanked asked her if she wanted to be.
“I can’t really answer that,” she stuttered after a
moment of silence, unnerved by the directness of his gaze. Jon was looking past her face, trying to get
into her head. “I don’t know. Do you want more kids?”
“I don’t know either.
I’m really too old to start over again, but I will if it’s what you
want.”
As far as concessions went, it was markedly
underwhelming, but for some reason it struck Petey with the clarity of fine
crystal.
He lacked any patience whatsoever. He was a complete and total jerk when he
didn’t get his way. But he also had a
soft spot buried a mile deep. No, he
wasn’t romantic and he didn’t make a big deal about it, but when it was
important, Jon would take a step back and put someone else’s needs or wants
first.
It may seem like he was covering his own butt, but now
she understood it’s why he really proposed – to protect her and the kids.
She lifted a gentle hand to rest against his chest,
saying earnestly, “Jon, we don’t have to get married because of this…
stuff. We can figure another way to
handle it.”
“No.” His dirty
blonde locks shook along with his head as he covered her hand with thick, warm
palm. “I admit I felt a little pressured
and rushed into it, but once you said no…
I knew it wasn’t about our situation anymore. It was about us, and how much I wanted you to
say yes.”
His hand closed tightly around hers and he brought her
fingertips to his for a quick kiss. “I
stand by my earlier statement. I know
this is a serious commitment that I promise to live up to. My groupie days are over, Petey. If we get married, there won’t be anybody but
you.” He flashed that brilliant smile at
her. “But I’m gonna expect you to honor
your contract with Tony and come on the tour.”
She gave him one dimple in return. “Answer me one question. Honestly.”
“Okay, shoot.”
The dimple faded and she assumed an expression of
impartial interest. “Would you be so
willing to marry me if I weren’t a Heinz-Kerry?”
“Dammit,” he growled.
“I’m not going to say this again, and once you get out of this bed
with…” He lifted her left hand in front
of her face, ring twinkling. “… this ring on your hand, the discussion is
final. I’m not going back and forth and
back and forth over this, so pay close attention.”
The knuckle of his forefinger hooked under her chin and
he locked eyes that were the shade of perfectly faded denim with hers. “I don’t
want a cookie cutter political socialite.
I want an imp who isn’t afraid to give me hell when I need it. I want a quirky, sarcastic, cotton candy
smelling, self-proclaimed social misfit with pink hair who inexplicably loves
me and my kids. That’s you, Sugar.”
Her eyes welled, but she only smiled and blinked the few
errant tears away. “I’m not sarcastic
all the time, but I do like giving you hell.
Fighting with you is the best kind of foreplay.”
Blonde eyebrows lifted, interest piqued. “Is that what we’re doing? Having foreplay?”
“You think you can get it up again?”
The infamous nerd laugh echoed throughout her bedroom and
filled her heart. It may be
unconventional to the rest of the world, but they worked. She loved him just the way he was.
He planted a hard, smacking kiss on her lips. “You’re about to find out. But first…”
Only one of the blonde eyebrows kicked up in question. “We good?
You gonna be wearing that ring when you get out of this bed?”
“My God, talk about unromantic,” she pretended to complained, reaching
over the side of the bed for Jon’s pants.
“Where is your phone? You need to
talk to Richie in the worst way.”
A loud smack glanced off of her bare butt cheek and he
hauled her back into bed by the elbow with a threatening growl.
“Like hell I do. I’m gonna give you this once, you little imp, so take note and
appreciate it.”
Roughened fingertips brushed against the column of her
neck, propping themselves there while his thumb nudged at her jaw so they were
nose to nose. “When you came knocking on
my door all those weeks ago, I was nothing but a bored workaholic. You brought a spark into my life that I’d
been missing, and I don’t want to let you go.
I love you Petey Diehl. So one
last time… Will you marry me? Now?
This week?”
She bit her lip, fighting a giggle even as she grinned at
him. Richie seriously had to be the one
writing the romantic lyrics in that partnership, but Jon had clearly given this a concentrated effort and
she couldn’t be more pleased. “Yes. I’ll marry you. Give me until Saturday.”
“Final answer?” He was understandable skeptical.
Petey inched forward the few inches it would take to touch
her smiling lips to his. “Final answer,”
she murmured before their mouths locked together and she found out that he
could, indeed, get it up again.
I have goosies, and warm fuzzies over that chapter! There could be bumps along the way, but they really are perfect for eachother.
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ok, they both are good now. But I'm curious what Mrs.B will say about the suddenly wedding.
ReplyDeleteAnd where is Daniel, I'm afraid there will be some complications til Saturday.
LOL, she's definitely not afraid to give him hell - love the “Where is your phone? You need to talk to Richie in the worst way.” (that's got me giggling badly!)
ReplyDeleteOk, so they've got until Saturday to tell both sets of parents & work the miracle of pulling together a real wedding in less than a week. I have a feeling this is going to be a very very very busy week. (Hopefully they'll take a moment or two in there to...breathe...and stuff like that. LOL) I just hope Daniel doesn't throw in any complications in that short length of time.
oh, and please let Jon introduce Petey to his mom as just Petey, not as a Heinz-Kerry daughter.
ReplyDeleteLove this! I hope it works out for them. I wonder how the kids will feel about it? They haven't really known Petey as Dad's girlfriend, just went out the one time and now Dad is getting married? I hope the kids are happy.
ReplyDeleteI'm thinking about the kids too. How are they going to feel? Do they even know Petey is their father's girlfriend? When they had the dinner to explain about Mom with Uncle Tony, Jon said that he didn't have a girlfriend and now he is engaged to get married? Be happy for your Dad kids, he is happy.
DeleteWould love to see Jon's Mom's reaction!!
LOL!
ReplyDelete"Final Answer"... No Jon, let her use her "life lines" Let her call a friend or two! David might help!
ROFL, I can just imagine David "helping."
Delete'I want a quirky, sarcastic, cotton candy smelling, self-proclaimed social misfit with pink hair who inexplicably loves me and my kids' THAT is a CLASSIC line!! Love it!! Cannot WAIT to hear what Mama Bongiovi has to say about this!! :)
ReplyDeleteLet me count the ways of how much I love these four people who are in this story. Unique, beautiful, wonderful, fantastic. I love them all so much. Just want nothing but happiness for all four. AWESOME FOURSOME!!
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ReplyDeleteI am getting a bad feeling about this engagement! I don't think it will be as easy as Jon is making it out to be. I hope that no matter what happens, they stick by each other and know that they love each other. Keeping my fingers crossed.
ReplyDeleteWhat is going on with that other couple? I've been missing Tony and Dorothea. Hopefully Daniel hasn't come to the house and everything is fine. Can't wait to hear their reaction to the engagement; if they don't already know that Jon was going to propose.
I'm missing them too. - BELINDA
DeleteLoving them, as always! You do such a fabulous job; always enjoy reading WHATEVER you write!
ReplyDeleteAnother great chapter! I'm loving where its all going. Just hope they sort out Daniel soon and get him out of the picture!!
ReplyDeletecan´t wait to read about those special news for Jon´s mother - the wedding and than the fact that Jon is not happy the way she´s treating Dot & Tony...
ReplyDeletelet the fun begin ;-)
I don´t know how - but I´m sure the trouble with Daniel will be fixed! It has to be - somehow...
This gave me goosies AGAIN! Nobody writes like you Blush! Just loved this one.
ReplyDeleteJa okay romantisch.ich liebe sie zusammen.
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