“Bastard shouldn’t have reached for that stun gun. You’d be dead if you hadn’t grabbed it out
from under him, Petey.”
In the wake of Daniel’s demise, Richie’s bland, yet
authoritatively offered statement of self-defense echoed in Petey’s head along
with Tico and David’s steadfast agreement.
And Tony’s, Henry’s, Jon’s… Hell,
everyone’s.
Even Carol.
The Bongiovi, Bon Jovi and Kerry-Heinz families had
effectively circled the wagons around her, bringing Gavin along for the ride,
and dared anyone to try and breach the perimeter. Including the police.
The dozen or so adults who had witnessed the last few
minutes of the incident had been asked to provide their account of what
happened and each story was eerily identical: Tony had maimed Daniel to save Jon’s life and,
after dropping it, Daniel again reached for the stun gun. Petey grabbed it away from him and used it an
effort to disable him and escape. Nobody
knew the weapon would be deadly. It was
true that most of them hadn’t known,
but still… Each and every one of them had made sure this was presented as
unmistakable self-defense.
The bachelor and bachelorette parties obviously
cancelled, each trickled away to their respective homes after their interview
was completed.
Jon, Petey and Tony were targeted for more intensive
questioning and were forced to stay behind.
They were grilled for what seemed like ages, and the questions had been
repetitive. Petey answered them all
without any sign of emotion: how did she
know the victim, was she aware of the deadly nature of the weapon – she claimed
total ignorance as to its modified state - why were they at Angelina’s that
night.
Jon stayed by her side through it all, eventually
proclaiming that enough was enough after each of them had spent a full hour
answering countless questions. If the police needed anything further they knew
how to find them. Tony had stayed behind
for a bit longer but, thanks to his text message to Jon, she knew he’d been
released shortly after they had.
“What’s going on in that head of yours, Sugar?” The mattress dipped and Jon slipped under
the covers beside her, his hair still damp from the shower.
As soon as the police were finished with them, he’d slid
a protective arm around her waist and set his jaw stubbornly, flatly informing
her that he didn’t give a shit that it was the eve of their wedding. If she was dead set on not sleeping with him
the night before they got married then they would reschedule the damn thing,
because she was going home with him. End of discussion.
The image of him slumped helplessly against the railing
had prompted her not to argue. Petey
wanted him near tonight. They would call
everyone in the morning with news that they were moving the wedding to Sunday and see if they wanted to try the parties again tomorrow night.
“Nothing.” She
rolled onto her side and draped an arm over his bare middle, feeling oddly
despondent. “Everything.”
Jon sighed and cuddled her into his side, dropping a kiss
on the top of her head. “I know,
Baby. It’s been a helluva day, but it’s
over. For good.”
Petey tipped her head, lightly planting her chin on his
chest so she could look at him. There
was a burn mark on his neck and a bruise on his cheek bone to act as mementos
of tonight’s festivities. The bruise wasn’t
pronounced but she could still see the smudging above his five o’clock
shadow. She knew her throat bore similar
finger-sized smudging.
“We don’t have to do this now, you know. There is nothing hanging over our heads and
compelling us to get married.”
“Don’t start,” he warned softly.
She nodded silently and nestled her cheek into the downy
softness of chest hair. His answer was
what she’d hoped for and anticipated but, for her own peace of mind, the offer had to be
made. Petey mused thoughtfully, “Tony saved our lives. How do you repay something like that? And your family and friends. They just… rallied around me without any
hesitation.”
He chuckled under his breath. “You don’t repay shit like that. I get how big of a deal it is, and hell yeah,
Tone is a hero in my book, but that’s what you do for family. That’s what we do for family, and you’re family now. They all know and accept it.”
“Even your mother.”
The idea still freaked her out a little.
It was an one-hundred and eighty degree turn around from her complete
disdain the day they met to her unwavering support tonight – the second time
they’d met. The abrupt turnaround was
perplexing.
“My mom can be a bitch when she’s crossed, but she
protects what’s hers. I belong to her,
and you belong to me. That makes you
hers by default. Now, granted…” He
combed his fingers through the raven locks pooled at the back of her neck, and
she relaxed a bit at the gentle tugging on her scalp. “…she may pick a fight with you nine days out
of ten, but nobody outside the family is allowed to.”
“Mm.”
Jon wouldn’t say anything, but he was worried about
her. She’d been eerily detached since
the whole thing happened - almost cold.
There was no sadness or anger in her eyes, her smiles were perfunctory
and wooden, and her words were distant.
She didn’t even seem relieved that it was over.
That psycho-babble shit and digging out somebody’s
emotions was Sambora’s gig. He didn’t
have any idea how to go about saying that he was there for her without it
coming off like a schmuck. Or that he’d
been he’d been scared shitless that he almost lost her tonight. Maybe someday he could write a song about it,
but for now…
“Baby?” One hand
slid up under her nightshirt – his favorite black t-shirt – while the other
angled her chin toward him. “Kiss me.”
That soft sigh?
The slow climb over his body until she straddled him? The cotton candy cloud that engulfed
him? Those he knew what to do with. What he was unable to articulate with
his mouth, he could show her with his body.
His roughened fingers scraped across the tender skin at
her nape, and Jon used his grasp to urge her forward, gradually closing the
distance between their mouths. As she
bent at the waist, her hands fisted the pillow on each side of his head and the
inky curtain of her hair slithered frontward, tickling each of his cheeks as it
framed their faces, creating an intimate cocoon. One more miniscule tug and their lips meet on
a sweet exhale.
Taking his time, Jon left the kiss chaste for long
minutes. Soft nibbles, the barest tip of
tongue teasing at the seam of her lips.
Sensual assault and retreat. Petey soon grew frustrated with his teasing
and pressed her tongue into his mouth, where it was warmly met. Her tiny grunt
of satisfaction had him encasing her ribs in the possessive circle of his arms
as the engaging slide of tongues had him hardening in his lounge pants.
Disengaging their mouths, only to keep coming back for
another taste, Jon cradled the back of her head to keep her close and gently
rolled his hips under her bottom. “I
want you, Sugar. Now.”
“Now,” she agreed in with a soft breathiness, offering a
reciprocal roll of her hips as she straightened, sweeping the shirt over her
head. It left her gloriously naked
except for a scrap of pink lace at her hips.
Jon’s hands instinctively reached up to cup the weight of
her breasts, thumbs flicking over their tips as she arched into the
sensation. At least she wasn’t cold to
his touch. He kneaded, pinching and
teasing her nipples for long minutes, just looking at her.
His imp’s eyes were closed and cheeks flushed as she
rubbed his forearms, making the hair on them stand up. Her sweet little noises of arousal were
feeding his own. He needed more. To be a part of her.
Splaying his palms wide, he skated them down her ribcage
and gripped her waist, easing her off of him.
“Lemme get rid of my pants.”
Digging his feet into the mattress he bowed until the
elastic waistband slid over his hips and he kicked the soft cotton away. She took the same opportunity to strip and,
by the time he was naked, she was kneeling at his side.
Her eyes stared intently as he gave himself a quick
stroke and used his thumb to swipe away the drop of moisture at the tip of his
erection. “Climb up here, Baby.”
That brief invitation had her body welcoming his as she
sank onto him with a sigh of contentment.
He was pretty sure he made the same noise when he slid into the wet heat
that now felt like an extension of him.
Sliding his hands under hers until they were palm to
palm, Jon interlocked their fingers, tightly clasping their hands together and
gave a gentle bump of his hips. Petey’s
chin dropped into her chest and she rocked forward to counter his move, lightly
grinding into his pelvis with a moan.
He withdrew as much as the mattress would allow and
lifted again. She rocked forward and
bore down. They went back and forth like
that several times before Jon squeezed her captive hands.
“Petey. Look at
me.”
Without disrupting their easy rhythm, she slowly lifted
her head. The pupils of her eyes were
dilated wide, black eating away at the distinctive crystal blue. Looking somewhere past the black and blue
depths, to wherever it was she’d locked herself this evening, he locked her
gaze, vowing softly, “I love you.”
Her body stuttered in its rocking motion, lashes blinking
rapidly as she found her pace again.
For his part, Jon never ceased to ease in and out of her
giving body, nor did he let his eyes fall away.
He merely declared again, “I love you.”
It was like watching a wall crumble before him as emotion
– finally – flooded her face and filled her eyes. Pushing their hands up beside his head, she
fell into his chest with a tiny sob and buried her face into his neck.
He stilled, gingerly disentangling their fingers and
wrapping loving and – he hoped – comforting arms around her as the anguish
spilled from her quaking body. “Shhh… Everything’s okay.”
“I… I…” Tears clogged her vocal cords and she had to start
over. “I… almost… lost you. Again.”
Her shoulders trembled as she wept and he was helpless to do anything
but hold her until the tears slowed.
“But you didn’t,” he reminded her, stroking her
hair. “And I didn’t lose you. We’re
alive, Baby.” He slid his flagging erection
slowly free from her body and burrowed in again. “Feel how alive.”
Jon pumped again, re-stoking his arousal, and took full
control of the motion, lifting himself into her heat and retreating. He did it again, hands roving over her back, and
encouraged, “Come on, Petey. Live with me.”
After receiving him another couple of times, she hesitantly
began meeting the thrusts with her own and, after matching his strides, brought
her face to his. Shed tears were
transferred from her cheeks to his as she slanted her face and crushed their
lips together with a searing need.
Petey’s tongue plunged into his mouth as desperately as his body was now
plunging into hers.
“I love you, Jon.
I love you.” The rasping words
filled his ears and made his heart beat faster.
“Then prove it,” he growled softly as her sweat-slicked
breasts glided over his sweaty chest. “Come
for me. Let go and come for me.”
Her sweet cry shattered in his ear almost instantly and a
surge of arrogant pride brought him, that quickly, to the edge. Jon smashed her body against his, holding her
firm as he took from her what he’d given to her – an infusion of life.
Oh, blush...this had me in tears. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteso when can we expect the next update?????????????????? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm????? LOL
ReplyDeleteThat was awesome!!!!!
What is going on with Richie and Denny? Inquiring mind need to know. LOL! (ummm *cough* umm please don't kill me or have someone else who remain nameless do it in my sleep)
R&D update in a few days.... Patience.
DeleteR and D! Yippee............
DeleteWho are R and D? Tony's name starts with a T?
DeleteSorry, I know now. Richie and Denny.
DeleteIt was sweet....but don't tell anybody I noticed the sweet factor; it goes against my image ;)
ReplyDeleteOhhhh..... How beautiful........Girl this was worth the wait. Very well written. I too cried. Did not expect this from Jon. As you said Richie of course. Jon not so much. I love how he loved her back to life...
ReplyDeleteOkay R&D coming soon to blogs near you.... ;)
You will be surprised how Jon can be. Don't underestimate him.
DeleteGreat chapter and it's a good idea for them to delay the wedding until Sunday. I do hope that they end up having the parties but understandable if they don't feel in the mood for it.
Daniel is dead! I'm going to miss the bastard but thank God! I'm happy that Petey stayed the night with Jon, they needed each other at this time.
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Nice to see Jon and Petey together and her breaking down. She needs to let down the tough exterior.
ReplyDeleteWOW - that was beautiful!!!
ReplyDeleteJon - that action told a lot more than words could say!!!
A sweet read and tears before my first coffee this morning. Nice way to start the day! I LOVED this chapter! Jon may be slightly emotionally stunted but he sure knows how to connect with Petey. Great emotion here Blush! Very well written!
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*sigh*
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Ditto!
Delete--Amanda
I was just checking for Thursday's update and noticed you posted yesterday! Are we back to daily posts then? If so, is one on the way? This chapter was beautiful, by the way. I just can't get enough of this story. I'm so impatient for the update and then when it comes I know I'm gonna have to wait for the next one!!!
ReplyDeleteI'm confused!!! First let me say,awesome chapter!! Now, back to my confusion, since Thursdays post came on Wednesday, do we get a post on Friday or do we have to wait til Saturday?
ReplyDeleteOkay, sorry. I shouldn't screw around with the days of the week. Thursday's post came a few hours early. I could possibly post tomorrow, but with the post JBJ concert YT scrambling, I didn't really see the point? I was going to wait until Saturday. If that causes your foot to stomp and your lips to pucker in a nasty pout, then just let me know. I can probably do Friday.
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FRIDAY! FRIDAY!! That's tomorrow! :)
DeleteI might stomp my foot and pout but I don't want you to rush anything. I can wait until Saturday if I absolutely have to. I guess even though it was posted on Wednesday, I didn't actually read it until Thursday, so we're actually not off schedule!! But if you really want to post tomorrow, feel free. I certainly won't complain!!!
ReplyDeleteGreat Chapter! I'm liking that Daniel is gone because now we will be able to see another side to Jon and Petey. Them being a couple and going on tour.
ReplyDeleteI was a blubbering mess yesterday, and yes I read it again today and I am STILL a blubbering mess. Great chapter Blush....again
ReplyDeleteAs for your next post. I'm good either way. It's up to you. ;)
Same here. I'm good either way but it's like what you said Blush, people will be in JBJ and Friends heaven and looking for pictures and youtube and not coming here. Maybe wait until that settles down.
DeleteNot coming here? Not likely! I'm here already!!
DeleteI've just read this for about the third time now. The emotion in this chapter is incredible! The second 'I love you' from Jon gave me permanent goosies! THAT'S talent!
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3 separate requests gets you a chapter today. Otherwise, I will assume the interest is minimal. Happy Friday friends. :)
ReplyDeleteI would like a post today!!!
ReplyDeleteI don't think you have to worry about minimal interest! Not ever gonna happen! As far as I'm conserved, you can give up your day job and do this full time!!! A post today would be great!
ReplyDeleteHere's request number 3!!!!
ReplyDeletei would love an update today since ive had a bad day to start with
ReplyDelete*tears*. This was warm and fuzzy, romantic and sexy all rolled into one. Amazing writing!
ReplyDeleteWunderbar heilend geschrieben
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