Her hands slid from Tony’s shoulders to his ribcage,
finally falling to the mattress as he rolled off her with a weary groan. Sex with her was good. Beyond good, actually. It was turn-your-eyelids-inside-out,
adrenaline-charged, roller-coaster-riding intense.
You’re just happy
to be getting some, it’s been so long.
That wasn’t true.
This woman knew what she wanted, and wasn’t afraid to take it. That was sexy as hell and a major
turn-on. By the same token, her creepy
witch powers let her know just how to set him off with maximum effect. He’d never felt so connected with someone in
bed.
He rolled his head to the left and squinted at her
through the darkness. Dorothea’s eyes
were closed, and she had a tiny Mona Lisa smile. She was the picture of contentment.
Just content? What about satisfied? Did Jon satisfy her in bed?
There was no point in playing those games. Didn’t that kind of self-doubt just go to
prove his mother’s patronizing claims that he was trying to live up to his
brother’s greatness?
Dorothea divorced
him. She divorced him.
The sweat on his skin began to dry, giving Tony a chill. At least that’s the excuse he was using for
the shiver that made its way through his body.
No way in hell was he going to admit to being insecure about having his
sexual performance assessed and potentially found lacking.
Head lolling back in place, he laced his fingers between
the pillow and his head and fought the melancholy that wanted to steal over
him. Even after splintering apart in her
arms only minutes ago, here he was in this funk.
Funny how love and romance seemed to billow into a giant,
all-encompassing presence, like a hot air balloon. It was big, beautiful and carried you away
until somebody came along and started poking holes in it with the prickly barbs
of reality. Reality smothered the air in
the balloon, forcing a robust, overwhelming beauty into an ugly, deflated mess.
The sheets rustled, and the woman in bed with him scooted
close. Lying on her side, she flipped
the sable curtain of hair behind her shoulder and brought her fingers to twirl
in his chest hair. Wildflowers tickled
his nose, and his previously spent erection began stirring to life.
“Tony?”
“Yeah?”
“You wanna tell me why that felt like goodbye?”
God, Dorothea. Put the crystal ball away.
“I don’t know. It
didn’t feel that way to me.”
Consciously, he hadn’t intended for it to be, but his
subconscious was taking over and knew something he had yet to realize. And if it wasn’t goodbye, maybe it was ‘until
later’.
“You’ve either got one foot out the door, or you’re
worried about something. Which is it?”
She scooted up in the bed, covering herself with the sheet as she went. The mattress dipped and a soft ‘click’ brought them into a small circle
of light, provided by her bedside lamp.
Tony had two choices at this point. Option one was screwing this whole thing up by saying
too much, when he really didn’t know what there was to say. He hadn’t figured out whether his mother was
being painfully truthful, or… not. His other option was to act like an insecure douche-bag.
He went with douche-bag.
He wasn’t ready to screw it up just yet.
It may be a foregone conclusion at some point, but not now.
“I bet it’s hard for you…” he said quietly, rolling onto
his side and reaching for her hand. “…not
to compare me and Jon. Since we’re
brothers.”
Disgusted disbelief contorted her face into an ugly
scowl. “That is the stupidest thing I’ve
ever heard. I don’t compare you any more than I would if my ex were a complete
stranger. I don't compare you at all.”
“Not even in bed?”
As swift as a cobra, she backhanded him in the upper arm. “NO!
My God, do you little boys always have to best one another? Do you want to know if his dick is bigger? Or if he tongued me better?”
That was exactly what he wanted, but there was no way in
hell he was going to ask now. Whoa. She was pissed!
But …
“Just for the record, you wouldn’t tell me if I did want to know. Right?”
“Oh for God’s sake,” she muttered, tossing back the
covers and dropping her feet to the floor with a muffled ‘thump’. Snatching up her
robe, Dorothea wrapped it around herself and marched resolutely toward the
bathroom with a disgruntled sigh. “Stop
living in his shadow already.”
The quiet closing of the door didn’t account for the loud
crashing in his ears. No. That would be his heart free-falling to the
floor and shattering around him. So much
for not screwing it up. Mommy Dearest
was evidently dead-on this time.
Dorothea had just confirmed it
He groped for his glasses and settled them on his face
before mimicking Dorothea’s tossing back of the covers. His feet were soundless as they connected
with the carpet.
This wasn’t the way he’d envisioned the end of this
relationship going down. Sneaking out of
her house after being verbally bitch-slapped had never crossed his mind.
Can’t imagine why.
The sound of his leg hair scraping against fine fabric
filled the air as he crammed first one leg, then the other into his pants. The zipper wouldn’t cooperate and he silently
swore while trying to work the tab up the length of his fly. It was as if he had five thumbs trying to
complete the simple task.
Welcome to your
life Tony Bongiovi, you’re a fucking loser.
He found his silk shirt and pushed his arms into the
sleeves. The first two buttons had been
fastened when the bathroom doorknob turned and light silhouetted her form in
the doorway.
“What are you doing?”
He thought it was fairly obvious – running away with his
tail tucked between his damn legs.
Maybe, if he could find a little self-respect somewhere, he would come
back and try this again. When he decided
he was doing this for the right reasons.
Maybe.
“Getting dressed and going…” Shit.
He had intended to say ‘home’, but wasn’t staying with his parents at the moment. There was no home. That meant it was a middle of the night hotel
check-in. What-the-fuck-ever. “Going.”
Her arms folded haughtily across her middle and confusion
knit her eyebrows. “Why?”
Finished with the buttons, Tony allowed his hands to fall
and he stared at her silently. Why? Why? Because she told him to stop living in Jon’s
shadow where, evidently, he had been firmly ensconced for his entire life.
Hell, now that he thought about it, the wedding day for his own brief marriage had been on Jon and Dorothea’s anniversary.
In the same Las Vegas chapel. It had seemed like one of those quirky
coincidences at the time, but maybe his subconscious was trying to re-create
the ‘perfect’ marriage.
Could he explain that to her? Not easily.
Not in any way that would make a bit of sense.
“I just need to go.”
He plopped down on the edge of the bed and pulled on one of
his socks.
“No.”
Tony’s eyes flicked up to her only momentarily while he
was putting on the other sock.
“Tony, if you think you get to run away when we have a
disagreement, you’re sadly mistaken.
You’ll stay here and be as pissed as I am until we either come to terms
or agree to disagree. I didn’t like adolescent
games when I was an adolescent, and
I certainly don’t want to play them now.”
He stuffed his feet into the black dress shoes, and
stood, smoothing his hands down his thighs.
“I’m not pissed and I’m not running. I just need to go.” He was almost to the bedroom door when she
clutched at his bicep, drawing him to a halt.
Dorothea looked at Tony’s clenched jaw and flat mouth,
thinking at first that he was lying and he was
pissed. But her perusal continued to
travel upward until reaching his eyes, where she stopped with concern. There was pain and confusion there. He was hurt, not pissed.
“Sweetheart, what’s the matter?” she asked softly, her
free hand snaking up his body to cup his cheek. Seeing him like this tied her stomach in knots,
intensifying the notion that something was very, very wrong.
Dinner had been a little strained at first but, after he
had a couple of beers, whatever had been bothering him seemed to ebb. He’d become her Tony again – thoughtful,
engaging, funny, sweet and sexy.
His leg rubbed suggestively against hers on the banquette,
and she let her hand sneak under the table to massage his thigh. The sharply indrawn breath when she’d grazed
the very stiff fly of his pants had been gratifying. He wanted her. He wanted
her. His mind wasn’t anyplace but
right there, wrapped up in their little cocoon and she loved it. She loved him. Being the center of
someone’s world, even for an evening, was intoxicating. She had been drunk on him and the things he
made her feel.
It had been everything she could do to wait until they
got home to immerse herself in him. The
door had no more swung shut than she was plastered to his front, devouring him
with hungry kisses while his hands freely roamed her ass. Tipping her hips forward, she’d repetitively
bumped against his erection until he groaned with surrender. Dragging her upstairs, he set her on fire
with his eyes and their clothes went up in flames, it seemed.
They made spectacular, earth-shattering love. There had been no wondering what he was
thinking, because it was written plainly across his face – there was nothing
more important than her and what they were doing. He wasn’t multitasking, or planning what he
was going to do when they were finished.
He was fully present and engaged.
It gave Dorothea a sense of freedom that allowed her to
let herself go more than she had in… forever.
She let go and let him transport her to the place she wanted to be. The world blissfully tilted a little further on its
axis, just the way it always did when they came together.
Now though… This incongruity
was eating at her along with the turmoil swirling in his eyes.
“Sweetheart?”
Closed eyelids locked her out and he sighed, shaking his
head. “I’ve got to go, Babes. I… I’m
sorry.”
Extracting himself from her grip, he made his escape,
pausing only briefly when she said, “Tony, if you walk out that door, you’re
not the man I thought you were.”
Did she imagine that the pain fell from his eyes like
tears, trekking down his face? The lines
around his eyes and mouth grew more pronounced, and he muttered grimly, “I’m
not the man I thought I was either.”
On that final, cryptic note, he disappeared into the
hallway and down the stairs, leaving Dorothea to watch after him in
confusion. Her heart broke just a
little, but it was for him, not herself.
She knew he loved her. What she
really needed to find out was why he was questioning it.
A chill swept through her, and she pulled the robe
tighter. The only good news was that she
had an excellent idea of where to begin her search for answers.
oh wow, super super chapter. This story in a story is so great. He needs to see a head dr. his got his mom in his head and going there right after mom's head game was a bad idea. Can't wait to see how this turns out.
ReplyDeleteOh Tony. Don't be so insecure by yourself.
ReplyDeleteAnd I bet Dot is almost on her way to Mrs.B
This was so EXCELLENT!!! Oh, I can't wait to see what happens to them. I hope Dorothea is able to set him straight! I remember when Jon said to Tony that he would kick his ass, if hurt Dorothea and I think Tony is now going to get his ass kicking!! Even through I think Jon has a few problems off his own!!
ReplyDeleteI am so upset with Tony right now! Don't let your Mother played with your head! Everything was going so well for them and he was so happy and now that he talked to his Mom, she has put so much doubts in his head. I won't be surprised if Dorothea is right there now with his Mom.
ReplyDeleteDo you want to know if his dick is bigger? Or if he tongued me better?”
“Just for the record, you wouldn’t tell me if I did want to know. Right?”
Classic lines!
I can't wait for the Carol and Dorothea showdown! Bring. It. On. Carol, get ready!
ReplyDelete:( :( :( :( :( - No Words. Beautifully Written.
ReplyDeleteYou go girl Stand up to Mrs. B and then get Tony back!!! He needs you as much as you need him....
ReplyDeleteLove it girl great chapter once again.... So How are Richie and David??? We've heard from Jon and Petey and now Dottie and Tony....
Are we getting another chapter today? I like the story between tony and Dorothea , but I have to know what happened with Petey!!!!
ReplyDeleteDid you WANT another chapter? You won't like it.
DeleteNow I'm scared!!! But I have to know!! It's killing me, so yes, I want another chapter! You're truly evil, you know that, don't you?
ReplyDeleteSweetie, I'm wearing my horns and tail for the next chapter. Pitchfork is sharpened and ready to go... Are you SURE??
DeleteI'm sure!!! Ive got to know!!!
DeleteHave at it...
DeleteI think Tony really needs to get his head sorted out before he can come back to Dorothea. Hopefully that doesn't take long and she is still waiting for him. They need each other.
ReplyDeleteGuys when will they ever learn. Never ask for details about your girlfriend's ex-husbands!! and definitely not when they are your brother!! Tony, Tony, Tony!!. Living this so much. Cant' wait for more; Brenda.
ReplyDeleteYou write from the heart! I can feel Tony's pain and how it's pulling them apart. I read your chapter's and it's like I am right there with them. This chapter tugged at my heart. So sad! - Helen
ReplyDeleteDon't lose her Tony. She might not wait for you for long.
ReplyDeleteTony Come Back!! You can't leave like that.
ReplyDeleteDon't lose the best thing that has happened to you Tony. She loves you! I've got tears reading this. My heart is breaking for them. - Susan
ReplyDelete“I’m not the man I thought I was either.”
ReplyDeleteTears!!
I am right there in that room and I can feel their pain. Blushnscarlet, I want to comment on your writing in this chapter and just say that it was written with love, compassion and geniue feeling. Not just the emotions between Tony and Dorothea and the hurt that he is feeling and the confusion from Dorothea but how you described how being in love is, their surroundings and just the pure emotion that both were feeling towards each other. I could feel their love, their confusion, their pain and the not knowing where their future is heading.
ReplyDeleteI am one of your many admirers of this story and I want to just say thank you for your ability to bring a couple and bring their emotions to the fore front. I am just happy and feel privileged to be along for the ride. I can not wait to see where this journey leads us the readers and Jon/Petey and Tony/Dorothea. Four people who have their work cut out for them. I am now standing up and applauding you! Regards BELINDA
BEAUTIFUL!
ReplyDeleteHe has to come back, he just has too. He can't be staying at a hotel. Don't be insecure, he truly has to find himself and know that he is perfect just the way he is.
ReplyDeleteEllen
- Funny how love and romance seemed to billow into a giant, all-encompassing presence, like a hot air balloon. It was big, beautiful and carried you away until somebody came along and started poking holes in it with the prickly barbs of reality. Reality smothered the air in the balloon, forcing a robust, overwhelming beauty into an ugly, deflated mess.-
ReplyDeleteBrilliant! Words can not express how much I love this story. Everyday you give me new ways of finding something so unique. There are fan fictions and then there are FAN FICTION! This story is in a league of it's own. Fantastic Chapter. Love Dila
OH Shit, he left!! I can't believe that, he left her by herself and this was going to be their time together until the kids came back. I hope that she can forgive Tony and understand where he is coming from. Tony needs to explain everything and not make Dorothea think that it's him doing all this on his own.
ReplyDeleteI hate how this ended. I hope that it's not the complete end and he just needs to sort himself out. I just worry from this paragraph.
ReplyDeleteMaybe, if he could find a little self-respect somewhere, he would come back and try this again. When he decided he was doing this for the right reasons.
Maybe.
He doesn't sound like Tony knows what he wants?
FUCK!!!! He better get himself back to Dorothea where he belongs. I can't believe that he would leave her like that? Tony stop comparing yourself to Jon.
ReplyDeleteChristina