He put the listening device down with a condescending
sneer. “Fluffy headed fool was lucky I
didn’t kill him. I could have.”
Daniel had spent countless hours listening to the goings-on
in the Bongiovi penthouse since he had implanted the devices yesterday. In some cases, finding out more than he
wanted to know.
That debauched harlot
and her wanton behavior turns my stomach.
I’m surprised the filthy slut isn’t begging him to sodomize her.
What had begun purely as a need for information was now a
quest for vengeance. She had played him
for a fool, not once, but twice, making the information secondary at this
point. The imbeciles who were after the
data had been sufficiently detained with his replicated findings. He would continue to distract them with his
sleight of hand until he could joyously torture the information from her, or
come up with it himself. The girl wasn’t
brilliant; she merely had a photographic memory, despite the professions of some ostentatious
intelligence test administered by a pretentious organization.
The craving for vengeance was the primary reason he’d
allowed the Bon Jovi man to live. It was
far more satisfying to know she was sniveling at the singer’s pain, and
constantly looking over her shoulder fearing for the aging pop icon’s
well-being.
I wager to say it
wouldn’t be much of a loss. Has his
group even done anything since the eighties?
He shifted in the seat of his rented taxi cab. The Indian fellow driving it had been more than
happy to leave it in his custody for a nominal fee - and a little coercion. Soon, however, he would need to go find a shower and something to eat. Before he did, he reviewed his surveillance notes.
Despite Daniel’s overwhelming annoyance, there had been
several bits of significant information to further his cause. Plans a prominent family dinner, a
bachelor party and – he snarled his lip – a wedding had all been duly
noted. So much frivolity to be had in the midst of his own fun.
Now… to decide
which of these glorious events I shall attend.
☠ ☢ ☠
Richie shook his head to clear the cobwebs as he ambled
down the jetway. He slept on planes
okay, but it took him a few minutes after landing to get back to the real
world. It was seven-thirty in the
morning in New York City, not his best time of day to begin with.
He’d located the driver at baggage claim and was following
him to the hired car.
A fuckin’ cold seven-thirty in the morning.
Shivering, he reached into the pockets of his long coat
and withdrew the gloves Denny had reminded him to bring along.
“Thanks, man.” The
driver nodded and closed Richie into the vehicle, hurrying around to put his
bags in the trunk and slide behind the wheel.
“Where we heading, Mr. Sambora?”
“Four Seasons, please.”
The dark luxury car swung out into the early morning
traffic and Richie fired up his iPhone.
He had a niggling desire to call Denny, but the time difference
prevented him from following through. A
text message would suffice.
[7:42 AM]RICH:
Hey Den. Made it to NYC. Just checking in.
Last night had been… interesting.
While he’d originally been intent upon hounding her to
come with him, after they’d kissed… It
was just better that she hadn’t. They
needed time apart. Because, rather than clearing
everything up for him, that kiss had done nothing but complicate things
further.
☠ ☢ ☠
“What time is your appointment?” Petey asked for the
third time, sticking her head out of the bedroom where she was getting
dressed. He was being uncooperative and
cranky since she’d refused his amorous advances this morning. It hadn’t left her in a much better mood than
he was.
“One.” His head
was buried in his laptop and he made no effort to extract it.
She straightened her long velvet skirt, and pushed a
matching headband into her hair before tugging at the poofy sleeves of her pirate-like blouse. Her face was devoid of makeup and her
contacts were clear today. She was
taking the pink and purple ones with her though, unsure which were going to
suit her needs best today. Maybe she
should put feelers out.
“Stop being pissy,” she demanded, leaning in over the
back of the chair to place a swift kiss on his neck. “We’ll have as much sex as your old,
weathered body will handle after the wedding.
Tie me to the bed if you want, just stop pouting.”
He drew upright, twisting his head around with an
uplifted eyebrow. “You gonna be my sex
slave?”
“Aren’t I already?”
That earned her a smile.
“Most of the time.”
Petey rested her backside against the desk’s edge,
propping her hands alongside her hips.
“Up until last night, I would’ve done anything, anywhere, anytime with
you. Saturday night I will gladly resume
that attitude.”
“Jesus,” he groaned.
“Stop already, you’re making it worse.
Now I can’t stop imagining you spread out over my desk.”
She traced the contour of his cheekbone with the back of
her knuckles. “Personally, I was
thinking of being spread over you and your chair, but I’m willing to do both.”
“Fuck it.” The
growl had barely registered with her when he snatched her wrist, pulling her toward
him so quickly that she toppled over his lap.
Petey was so shocked that she could do nothing but dangle
there and squeak over her shoulder, “What are you doing?”
Jon was busily flipping her skirt up and pulling her tights and panties down far enough to bare
her buttocks. “I owe you a pink ass from
that Lemma stunt yesterday morning, my little imp. Your teasing just made it time to pay the piper.”
The calluses of his fingers scraped lightly over her bare bottom. “You ready for your punishment little girl?”
Forget the fact that she was denying him all sexual
contact. This was hot, and she couldn’t
keep herself from squirming against his lap.
But she still had to save face.
“Jon,” she said sternly.
“Let me up. No sex, remember?”
“Who said anything about sex?” A sharp palm struck her right butt cheek,
then soothed away the slight sting that tingled in its wake. “You have to learn that you can’t tease me
and expect to get away with it.”
She was a sick puppy, but when he exerted his authority
over her this way…? Criminey. Another slanting blow was delivered to the
other cheek and Petey couldn’t smother the sound of pleasure rumbling in the
back of her throat.
“I see how ya are,” he crooned, another smack resonating
in her ears. “Not only are you a naughty
girl, but you’re a dirty little girl too.
You like to be spanked.” His
voice dropped an octave. “Don’t you,
Baby?”
Despite her best efforts, Petey’s hips wriggled against
the hard thighs she was draped over, and she could easily feel his arousal
prodding the side of her hip. His track
pants weren’t doing anything to hide the way this affected him. “Jon.
Stop it.” If she didn’t get away
from him now, they would end up having sex in this chair. Struggling, she managed to get her feet
firmly on the floor so that she could stand.
“Dammit, you’ve gotten enough retribution.”
One firm hand on her bicep prohibited a clean escape and
his voice was no more than a hot rasp in her ear when he pronounced, “Make no
mistake about it, Sugar… You’re not
getting away, I’m letting you go. If I were
so inclined, you wouldn’t get away
until you were wrung out with orgasmic exhaustion. Does that scare you?”
Her thighs, with an accord all their own, clenched and
each individual vertebrae tingled. “I’m
looking forward to that inclination.
Does that scare you?” she countered softly, heart
racing when his hand abruptly released her.
Petey took the opportunity to stand and put her clothing to rights, all
the while pretending to be unscathed by the encounter.
“Don’t you have someplace to be?” he growled resentfully.
Petey smiled softly at his grumpiness, dreading the next
two day as the skirt swirled down around her calves. Call her a hussy, but she hadn’t known how
good sex could be until him. She was
starved for the way it made her feel.
Morals you cheap
tart. Remember those?
“Yes, I do as a matter of fact. Gavin’s salon at ten and then I have another
appointment at one. I probably won’t be home…”
That label still evoked sentimental emotions in her. “…until three or four. I guess Rocco’s going with me?”
He put his elbows on the desk, neck dipping so that he
could frustratedly rough his hair. “He’s
about the only one I trust, so yeah.
I’ll take one of the others.”
“What about Matt?”
“What about him?” he asked coolly, his tone and posture
an out-and-out dare to take it any further.
She loved a good dare.
“Take him with you.”
“No.”
“Why?”
He passed a distracted hand over the chest of his faded
orange Crush t-shirt and glared offhandedly at her. “Because I don’t like people knowing my
business. The family does not need to be
involved in my health care.”
She didn’t want anybody in her health care business
either, so she could hardly chastise him.
“Okay. Now the
important question.” Petey offered him
an endearing smile. “Which color of my
contact lenses do you like best?”
“That’s a helluva topic jump,” he remarked dryly. “You’re not gonna bitch at me about Matt?”
“No. As long as
you have somebody with you, it doesn’t matter to me who.” Her eyes slid to the clock behind his
head. “Focus, please. I’ve got to get going. What color contacts?”
“Why?”
Indulging in a hugely dramatic sigh, she rolled her eyes with
an over-the-top exaggeration. She’d
picked on him enough and wanted to lighten the air. “Because I asked you. What color eyes
do you want to marry?”
“Believe it or not, that’s a hard question.” Jon crossed his arms and studied her naked
eyes thoughtfully. “You were wearing
purple the first time I saw you, so I have a soft spot for those, but on our
wedding day I wanna look at your
eyes.” A lone finger reached up to
tangle itself in her hair, tugging playfully.
“That way I know you’re not hiding anything from me.”
She captured his hand and threaded their fingers
together. “I’m done hiding. You know everything now.” It would be so easy to let this get sappy,
but that’s not what they were about.
“Speaking of which, I should tell you I’m going back to my natural hair
color for the wedding. No pink.”
“Yeah? How come?”
“Wrong shade of pink, Gavin tells me.” Petey shrugged. “Who am I to argue with a Fairy Gaymother,
right?”
“I suppose…” Jon’s tone was dubious.
“Hey. Don’t knock
Gavin until after you see your wedding gift.
It was his idea.” That was her
other appointment today, as a matter of fact.
One she was still a bit squeamish over, but Gavin was adamant that Jon
would be over the moon about it. Not
having a more inspired idea of her own, she followed his lead and let him
schedule this afternoon’s adventure.
He allowed his chin bounce against his chest, but kept
his commentary to a mumbled, “Christ almighty.”
Leaning in, she skimmed her lips over his bristly jaw,
briefly pausing to inhale the scent of Jon.
He wasn’t the only one who would be suffering over this no sex
thing. “Chin up, little buckaroo. It’s only one gift out of your life. If you don’t like it, I’ll make it up to
you. Okay? I’ve gotta go.”
She leaned back, waiting for him to lift his face. When he did, she softly claimed his mouth for
a real kiss. “Richie should be in the
city by now. Call him to go with you. I’d say you guys still have stuff to talk
about. By the way, I left your ties for
the wedding hanging on the closet door.
Yours is black, his is pink.”
Slowly backing out of the room, she rattled off a couple
more random thoughts. “Oh, and we still
need to figure out what to do about my apartment. And you need to tell me where we’re going on
our honeymoon so I know what to pack.”
She paused in the doorway.
“Jonny? I love you. Call me as soon as you finish at the
doctor. Please?”
“Get your ass outta here.” The words were gruff, but his tone was
nothing but sheer affection as he stood and stretched. “I got shit to do and you’re holdin’ me up. See you this afternoon.”
One fist huffily landed on her hip. “Unromantic or not, you can do better than
that. Let me give you the lead in one
more time. ‘I love you, Jonny.’” Petey flicked her hand in the air
encouragingly, as though trying to draw it out of him.
“I love you, Sugar,” he intoned obediently, grinning
ruefully. “Now go before Gavin has a
fairy hissy fit. I don’t need both an
imp and a fairy on my ass.”
☠ ☢ ☠
[11:15 AM]RICH:
On my way. Timing cool?
Tony stacked his hands on the top of his head and leaned
back in his desk chair. The timing was
perfect. His project was done. He could make improvements, but he would find things that could be tweaked until the day he died. That was just the nature of the job. It was good
and – he thought – it would serve his purpose well.
[11:16 AM]TONY:
Ready to roll.
"One fist huffily landed on her hip. “Unromantic or not, you can do better than that. Let me give you the lead in one more time. ‘I love you, Jonny.’” Petey flicked her hand in the air encouragingly, as though trying to draw it out of him."
ReplyDeleteROFL, with just that one paragraph, you reminded me of just why I love Petey so much.
Sad to see that Denny didn't come, but I can totally understand why. Hopefully things will get cleared up before long.
And oh no, Daniel's bugged the penthouse????? Why do I have the worst feeling that he's going to show up & try to ruin the wedding????? :(
I'm more concerned about the chest pains than I am about the wedding right now!! Daniel is tracking their every move!!
ReplyDeleteI can't believe that Daniel has bugged the place? So he knows everything that is happening? DAMN!
ReplyDeleteVery interesting to see what Tony has planned.
oh shit, Daniel knows every step Jon and Petey are doing? Thats not good. Why doesn't no one came up with the idea to search for microphones at the apartment? With Daniels technical background they had think about it.
ReplyDeleteOk, I hope, Jon's appointment at the doc gets well. And hopefully Daniel didn't listen to the talk right now, so Petey can go to Gavin without an incident
Daniel is really worrying me. I wonder when that slimy Big Bird is going to strike?! I can't believe he bugged the apartment. Creepy!
ReplyDelete~C
I can't believe JBJ's security didn't check the place out for bugs!
ReplyDeleteGotta love anything to do with Gavin, the Fairy Gaymother!
Why didn't they check for bugs? How long was Daniel in the apartment for that he could have looked for the disk and put in bugs?
ReplyDeleteA little of Tony is better than nothing. Looking forward to seeing what he has planned.
Richie helping Tony with the ring shopping should be good. This proposal is going to be beautiful.
ReplyDeleteJon, firstly I hope that everything is good with his doctor's appointment and please check your apartment!! Is Daniel Spiderman??
- I wager to say it wouldn’t be much of a loss. Has his group even done anything since the eighties? -
Just for that comment, Daniel you are going DOWN!!
I'm thinking that Daniel is going to turn up to the Bachelor Party and there might not be a wedding...........
ReplyDeleteTony, Tony, Tony!! ~ Susan
Why and I not surprised about Daniel bugging the apartment? Someone else asked why the apartment was not swept Yeah wonder why?
ReplyDeleteI have a feeling I know what Gavin has in mind and can not wait to see if it's correct. :)
Okay Richie is here alone. But understandable. Maybe Denny will fly in on her own?? I have faith in that relationship. A lot of faith...
Thanks Girl. Hope you are enjoying yourself.
Tony, don't overthink it. No matter what you have plan, she is going to love. It's got to be better than what Dorothea got last time; let's go to Vegas and get married now! So she is going to love it.
ReplyDeleteDaniel, I think Jon might forgive you tasering him, just could forgive you going after Petey but NEVER EVER will he forgive you for your "aging pop icon’s remark" you just crossed over the line buddy!!
What an invasion of privacy for Petey and Jon! That bastard Daniel! I love their relationship and how Jon and Petey are not overly romantic with each other. That is how I picture Jon. He loves you with all his heart but won't be sitting there telling you non-stop all day long. Just his actions, proves how much he loves you.
ReplyDeleteI think Richie should have a talk with Tony while they are ring shopping. Just give him the run down on what happened with Denny and how he is confused by the kiss. I think if anyone could understand, it will be Tony. Here is a man who is now planning his engagement with his ex-sister-in-law and so if anyone could understand it would be him. If he questioned his feelings for Dorothea, they wouldn't be where they are now. So he could be the one who kicks Richie's butt into gene. ~ Ashley02
The thought of Daniel bugging Jon's apartment makes my skin crawl*shivers* Hope the doctor appointment goes well for Jon, after all he needs to be in tip top shape for his wedding night with Petey. Love the way Petey and Jon are with each other, not overly romantic but still letting the other know what they are feeling.
ReplyDeleteDaniel is soooo overdue for an unfortunate accident!!!
ReplyDeleteWhy did nobody think about Daniel bugging Jon´s apartment???
ReplyDeleteOK - havent thought about that either - but thats what security is for!
Jon - what did the doc say?
Ugh...Daniel!!! Ditto about the apartment not being swept. Love all the "last straw" comments about Daniel! Pretty accurate...all Jon would need to do is notify the fandom and Daniel would be taken care of right quick and in a hurry!
ReplyDelete--Amanda
Great Chapter. Loved every single paragraph and how everyone got a look in. Fantastic! It's so exciting waiting to see what will happen! - Maria
ReplyDeleteWhat happened last night with Richie and Den?? Are we gonna find out what happened after their kiss??
ReplyDeleteKelli...earlier in this chapter, there was this:
Delete"Last night had been… interesting.
While he’d originally been intent upon hounding her to come with him, after they’d kissed… It was just better that she hadn’t. They needed time apart. Because, rather than clearing everything up for him, that kiss had done nothing but complicate things further."
Being that Denny put Richie on the red-eye (And didn't go with him), I think that not much happened after the kiss except for Richie leaving for the airport. I'm sure we'll find out more tomorrow when Blush posts another great chapter like she always does. Or maybe we'll find out more about Petey's wedding gift to Jon...really want to know what Gavin came up with. :) :) :) -Sue
Thank for the chapter! From the first paragraph of the devilish Daniel who I can't believe has bugged the apartment! He really must pay!! to the wonderful, sweetest, beautiful Tony. He made the whole chapter! I know that I will be in awe of his proposal but what about she says no?....just kidding!! (I hope!)
ReplyDeleteSomeone has to stop Daniel!!!
ReplyDeleteI want Jon and Petey to have a happy wedding!!!
I so love this story - cant wait for the next chapter - but I´ll be patient!
ReplyDeleteG.
That rat bastard! I forgot he bugged the apartment!!
ReplyDeleteLove this Jon and Petey segment. *swoon*