133 - Crazy Little Thing Called Love

“You ready to tell the kids?”  Tony asked quietly.  They had paused just outside the front door of the house, and he took the opportunity to press a kiss onto the knuckle below her engagement ring.  He was pleased to see that, even in the dim light, the center diamond twinkled as brightly as the stars above them.

Rotating her wrist so that she could cup his cheek, Dorothea used the pad of her thumb to blaze a soft trail under his right eye.  “Let’s wait until the others are gone.  I don’t want to risk Jon killing my buzz if he doesn’t deal well.”

“He already knows, Babes.”  Laying his open hand over hers, he savored the subtle heat of her palm on his face.  “It’s all good.”

Her eyebrows winged up into her hairline with surprise.  “He knows?  Do they all know?  Is that why they were so eager to be tutors and babysitters tonight?”

“Not only beautiful, but smart too,” he teased with a wink, releasing her to open the door.  It was friggin’ cold outside.  “Rich, Jonny and Petey know, but the kids have no idea why I wanted you to go out with me.”

“Well, thank you for that, anyway.”  Her boots hit the foyer tile with a firm rubber thump and she huffed with annoyance. 

Why was she ticked?  He’d gone out of his way to make this a happy occasion.  After consummating their engagement with a wild ride in his desk chair, she’d seemed very happy.

“Hey.”  Tony gently grasped her elbow and pivoted her around.  “Don’t get all snarky.  I needed help to pull this off and, your ex-husband or not, he’s still my brother.  It isn’t unheard of for him to hang out with his own kids.   Besides...”  He inclined his head brushing the coolness from her mouth with the heat of his.  “It gave him a chance to get used to the idea, so he isn’t gonna show his ass and kill your – our – buzz.”

Her eyes went sheepish, and she conjured up a tiny, matching smile.  “Not only beautiful, but smart, too,” she mimicked his words, tugging him down for another kiss.  “I love that you thought ahead.  I’m sorry for being a bitch.”

“You’re not a bitch, you just hate being out of the loop.”  Fact of the matter was she was a control freak.  He didn’t mind, but he would enjoy wrestling that control away often enough to keep her on her toes.

They shed their coats and strolled, hand in hand, to the family room.  They stopped in the doorway, quietly surveying the room and its occupants before stepping into the comfortable fray. 

Richie’s dark head was the first to pop up, and a grin lit up his face.  “Hey, hey, hey!  How’s tricks, kiddies?”

Tony’s grin was bigger.  “Tricks are good, Sambo.  Real good.”  He lowered his voice and asked Dorothea,  “How do you want to do this?”

“I’ll let you tell them.”

What?  He’d no more thought her a control freak, and now she was going to show him she had a submissive side?  Life Dorothea was never going to be boring.

With a dip of his head, Tony scanned the room – Richie was in one chair, Jesse was in the other, Steph and Jon were in between them on the couch and Petey was sitting in the floor with the Jake and Romeo.  She had the guts ripped out of some kind of electronic toy.

Seeing as the adults already knew what had been on tonight’s agenda, he addressed the children.  “Well, guys, I know you’ve been through a lot of changes lately, but I hope this one won’t come as too much of a surprise.  I asked your mom to marry me tonight, and she said yes.  We’re engaged.”

Surveying each of their faces quickly, he saw that Jesse had no reaction whatsoever, while Stephanie was smiling and reaching for her mother’s hand to get a look at the ring.  The younger ones were just staring at him.

“Jake?  Romeo?  Do you understand what that means?” Dorothea quizzed as her daughter was fawning over the diamond.  She apparently saw the same blank look that Tony did.

They both nodded, and Romeo went back to watching Petey manipulate electronic ‘guts’.  Jake, however, still had questions in his eyes.

Tony skirted the coffee table, sitting on the edge of it that was closest to the boy.  Planting his elbows in his knees, he leaned forward.  “Jake, is there something you wanna ask?”

“Yeah.  Kinda.”

Not a little boy, yet not an adolescent, Jake was stuck in that awkward in-between stage.  He wanted to be grown up, but sometimes it just seemed like a lot of work.

“Go ahead, buddy.”

Dorothea joined him on the table in time to hear Jake’s, “Are we going to move to California, or are you gonna live here?”

Thank God.  That was an easy one.

“I’m moving back to New Jersey.”  He purposefully left out the discussion they’d had about offering to sell this house to Jon – because of the on-property studio – and possibly finding a different one.  This was neither the time, nor place. 

Slight shoulders sagged with the relief, and Tony saw that it had been a good decision on their part.  The kids were going through enough without the threat of relocation looming over them.

“So everybody’s getting married Saturday?”

Petey’s pierced eyebrow shot up as though that hadn’t occurred to her, but Dorothea was quick to jump in.  “No, Jake.  Saturday is Dad and Petey’s wedding.  Tony and I won’t be getting married for a while yet.  Probably this summer.”

He’d offered her the opportunity to have the wedding of her dreams, and his astounding bride-to-be had confided that her dream wedding was very simple.  She wanted them to be married on the beach, with only the close family in attendance – her sisters and kids, his brothers and parents.   The Hamptons was the first place to come to mind, but they quickly discarded it because of the memories attached.  Maybe Fire Island.

“Oh.  Okay.”

And, with that, Jake went back to his video game.  The kids were now all engrossed in their activities, much as they had been when Tony and Dorothea had arrived, and none the worse for wear.

Dorothea scooted around on the table so that she could see Jon and – in Tony’s head – got out her crystal ball, trying to see if he was really going to be cool with this.  “Jon?”

“Congratulations, Dottie.”  His brother’s smile was only a little wistful, and even that faded when Petey materialized at his side, fingers curling around his neck.   Jon twisted, and blue eyes connected with violet for a heartbeat before he returned his attention to Dorothea, telling her sincerely, “I wish you happiness.”

“We wish both of you happiness,” Tony’s future sister-in-law, added, smiling in his direction.

There was a loud, dramatic sniffle from the side, and everyone turned to its source.  “I… I just get so emotional…”  Richie wiped one long finger along the edge of his eye as though brushing away a tear, his lip quivering exaggeratedly.  “… at these… these tender family moments.  It’s just so …  so…”

“Shut up, Rich!” Tony and Jon ordered in unison before he could finish.  The kids all burst out laughing and, with Bongiovi grins that mirrored one another, Jon and Tony bumped fists.   It had been decades since he’d felt this kind of connection to his brother.

A fuckin’ crazy way to get here, but I’m kinda liking it.

☠ ☢ ☠

“Can I tell you something?”  Petey slithered her arms around Jon’s bare waist as he bent over the bathroom sink.  He spit the foamy toothpaste into the basin and rinsed before swiping his full lips with a hand towel and turning in her arms. 

“Sure.  What’s up?”

His breath was cool and fresh, and the minty smell of Crest danced in her nostrils.  Petey had a sudden craving for Junior Mints.

“First, I love you.  I really do.”

“Yeah?”  Jon looked down his nose at her.  “Good thing since you’ve got that pink rock on your finger.  I’d hate to think you’re marrying somebody you can barely tolerate.”

“Do you always have to be a smart ass?” she demanded with a sharp poke into his kidney.

“Ouch!  Dammit, stop that!  Smart ass is one of the side effects of hanging with my friends.”  He locked his arms around her and sharply pinched the fleshy part of her butt, bared by the short flannel boxers she was wearing as pajamas.  “You’re gonna have to get used to it.”

“Ouch!”  Petey skittered out of his reach, rubbing at her bottom with a scowl.  “And you’re gonna have to get used to sleeping alone if you pinch my ass like that again.”

“What?”  Jon hauled her back into the circle of his arms, quietly and effortlessly overpowering her struggles.  Being little sucked sometimes.  “I can spank it, just not pinch it?”

Dammit.  He wasn’t playing fair.

“Yes,” she grumbled, squaring her jaw and tipping a defiant chin up into his face.

“Halle-fuckin-lujah.”  Forcibly putting her away from him, Jon positioned her in front of the sink, his hands guiding hers until the pink-tipped fingernails were tightly curled over the edge of the basin. Holding them there, he dropped his voice to a dark growl and ordered, “Bend over and don’t let go.”

Intimate muscles clenched and moisture immediately pooled between her thighs.  This caveman routine should be getting old by now, but it thrilled her just as much as it had the very first time.  The breathy voice, asking, “What are you going to do?” wasn’t her own, she thought, even as she planted her feet into the fluffy black bathroom rug. 

“You know what I’m going to do.”  Rather than inciting fear, the ominous timbre caused the pool at the vee of her legs to overflow.  “I still owe you one.  After I put a couple of palm prints on that beautiful ass of yours…  well, we’ll see.  Are you ready to accept your punishment?”

Oh.  My.  God.  Watery knees almost failed to hold her, but she wasn’t about to let him know that.  “I’m only allowing this because I want it.  You know that right?”

The crack of flesh colliding with flesh, made her jump.  The spot high on her thigh barely stung, but her nerve endings were singing, and she could feel the flower of her womanhood bloom with immediate response.

You like this.  What kind of woman does that make you?  

It made her his.

“Oh, Baby, you like it alright.”  His fingers had snuck under the hem of her boxers, finding the wet arousal already at high tide.  Pushing a finger inside, he bent to bite the shoulder left bare by her pink tank.  “You have any idea how much of a turn on that is?”

“Mmmmmnnnh.”  The callused tip of his finger was creating the most delicious friction against the sensitive skin living deep inside.  Two seconds.  That’s all it took to go from a rational woman into a simpering concubine.

Flannel skimmed over her thighs when he pushed the shorts to the floor, finding her bare beneath.  His wide, square palms skated reverently over the miniature globes of her ass and he hummed his approval.  “So pretty.”

Then the crack of flesh on flesh bounced off the bathroom tile, intermingled with the gasp of pleasure ripped from her lungs.  A matching blow glanced over her other buttock and he went back to fondling the flesh he’d just man-handled.

“God, you do things to me.”

Peeking over her shoulder, she found Serious Jon pushing at her tank  so he could stare at ‘To Thine Own Self Be True’ flowing across her lower back.  The lines around his mouth and eyes weren’t diminished by a smile or good humor.  They deeply creased his face, and his somberness worried her.

“Funny, it feels like you’re doing things to me,” she breathed, straightening without releasing her hold on the black ceramic of the sink’s basin. 

His eyes locked onto her naked irises – she had already removed her contacts – and held there.  “Are you being true to yourself?  Marrying me.  Are you being true to yourself?”

For a fleeting second, Petey clearly saw the almost-invisible crack in his armor of self-confidence.  It had been magnified with a zoom lens, making it appear ten times its normal size.  Her man didn’t do insecurity, but here he was with a bevy of questions visibly swirling in his mind.

“More than I ever have been before.  Why do you ask?”

“You’re not letting me bully you?”

Petey stood and slowly spun, her chuckling wrapping warmly around both of them.  Looping her arms over his broad shoulders, she assured him, “Baby, if I let you bully me, it’s because it turns me on.  I hate to tell you, but you don’t scare me unless you’re hurt.”  Slim shoulders shrugged regretfully.  “Sorry if I ruined your badass mojo.”

Introspection morphed into wickedness, and Jon burrowed his fingers through her hair.  When he got his hands full, he tugged sharply so that she was peering into his face.  “How the fuck do you always know what I need?”

“Because I need the same thing,” she whispered.

It was true.  As complicated as their lives and – seemingly – their relationship was, it was never really an effort with him.  Her natural instincts took over and it just… worked.  Petey understood that most of the couples in the world didn’t have that luxury, and – as corny as it was – she took it as a sign that this was meant to be.

“I love you,” he growled, claiming her mouth with a fierce passion.  “I want to spank your ass, argue with you, hold you close, treasure you and protect you all with the same breath.  It’s fucking crazy.”

“Don’t think about it,” was her best advice to him between love bites on his lower lip.  “Just fuck me like crazy instead.”

His groan filled her ears and turned the horny faucet to ‘on’ again. 

“One of these days I’m actually going to make love to you.  I swear I am.”

Dainty fingers found their way into his loose-fitting track shorts, discovering that his faucet was on, too.  Gripping it tightly – probably too tightly if his grunt was any indication – she firmly stroked the length of him twice before slipping down to cradle his testicles.  Her thumbnail scraped lightly over the furred globes amid his purr of pleasure. “Yeah, well it’s not today.”

Forcibly extracting her hand from his pants, he spun her around and curled her fingers once again over the sink’s basin.  “Don’t let go,” Jon repeated for a second time.  “It’s gonna be a bumpy ride.”

He dropped his shorts to the floor and positioned her hips so that her butt was pointing in the air.  Taking one of his feet, he nudged hers further apart until she was spread before him and wasted no time plunging himself in the glistening pink depths that beckoned his invasion. 

“Ohhh.  That’s it…” she encouraged after her lungs re-filled with the blessed air that had been knocked out of them at his possession.  Inching backward on her heels, she sought to claim him entirely, grinding her bottom against his groin.  “Give it all to me, Baby.  I need it all.”

He roughly pushed her tank up and flattened against her back, his mat of soft hair tickling nearly every vertebra while hot palms scorched her breasts.  Jon used his grip on their softness to gain purchase and slammed home, grunting, “You’ll get it all… little girl.  And then some.  Squeeze, Baby.”

They found the fierce, nearly violent rhythm that was their own, each enamored by the other’s response.  The fury of his thrusts only incited her body to weep with reciprocal passion.  His coarse curses tempted her to offer her own, to which he gripped harder.  Their coupling was that of two wild stallions, nipping and bucking in the age-old dance of desire.

“Christ Petey…  I’m gonna come.”

“Oh… Oh…  Wanna go with…  Oh godddddd!”  Petey’s head thunked forward on the black marble counter as the waves of brutal pleasure seized her muscles.  Tremors ran from wrist to hip, from neck to ankle as her core sought to deliver its molten pleasure throughout her entire body.  “Yeeees-ssss…”

Jon’s roar of completion got lost in the lava flowing through her mind and body, and it was only his tight grip that kept her from slipping into a puddle of Jell-O at his feet.  She felt his spasms inside her womb and the visual of his hot cream erupting and stirring with hers fired off another mini-explosion. 

Another thrust against her sensitive flesh had her whimpering and he held there until the last bit of pleasure had been wrung from both their bodies.

Gentle lips roved over her shoulder blades and the harsh breaths that accompanied it felt cool against her sweaty skin.  “I love you, Sugar.  So damn much it scares me.”

Of all times to cry…

Blinking the tears away, she purposefully put some volume behind her sigh of sexual contentment.  He wasn’t looking for tears, hearts and flowers, but she couldn’t be flippant in the face of that admission.  The best compromise she could come up with was a hoarse, “I know, Jonny.  Me, too.”

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