Ch 41 ~ Anticipation

Rachel glanced at the clock on her computer for the third time in under a minute. 

Will this day never end?

Jon’s last two weeks on the road had been nothing short of an eternity for her.  To the point that it felt like the next time they would see each other – four days from now – was a time and galaxy far, far away.  Sure, they talked several times every day and, more often than not, they would either Skype or FaceTime, too.  By most people’s standards, they were staying well connected. 

But most people didn’t have the same standards as Rachel’s libido. 

All that time spent ‘together’ electronically while being apart physically had done nothing but make them both horny and unfulfilled. 

For a while.

She was absolutely adamant that she wasn’t going to be reduced to masturbating to the sound of his voice, or risk that some cyber-hacker would be strolling through Skype and find an embarrassing view of her nether-regions.   No way was she going to take any chance of winding up in a tabloid over something like that.  Absolutely not.

However, as the days went on, her hormones began to pile up and Jon knew it.  He took his time and played his hand until he caught her in a moment of sheer desperation.  The way he’d drawl out calling her ‘baby’ and lament that he couldn’t recall what her pussy felt like.  She had to remind him, he insisted.  And how better to give an accurate description than by feeling it herself? 

That’s how they came to have a solid week of good old fashioned phone sex. 

Hormones 1, Morals 0.

It had been a welcome relief at first, but now…  Well, even last night’s particularly risqué role-playing hadn’t properly taken the edge off.  She needed her man and she needed him deep, deep, deep inside her. 

Take her sexual starvation, add James’s pouting at work and the daily rigors of real estate, and Rachel was literally itching for the upcoming Caribbean vacation with Jon.  At this point, it didn’t even bother her that his kids and Dorothea would be there.  As long as she was within arm’s reach of her man, he could bring his parents and his brothers along for all she cared. 

May as well.  It’s going to be a traveling circus one way or the other.

At first, she hadn’t known how she felt about Dorothea’s boyfriend, Ted, coming along.  Rachel had met him on various occasions when they’d been at the same events when she and Jon were together back in New Jersey.  He was a nice enough guy.  He was warm with Jon and Dorothea’s children, which put him in Jon’s good graces. 

It can’t be any more awkward than it already is.

And maybe Ted’s presence would take the pressure off of her.  At least she wouldn’t be – Rachel snorted at her computer screen – the only Non-giovi on this vacation. 

She checked the clock again, seeing that the numbers had finally changed – by one minute. 

“Arggh!” Rachel growled softly, tossing her ink pen down on the desk.  How was she going to survive until she met up with Jon and her ‘vacation buddies’ on Monday?  “I can’t believe it’s only Thursday, for crying out loud.”

She would never make it until the Washington, D.C. show on Monday night.  She had to find some way to reconnect with Jon before the whole bunch of them left the country immediately after the show to board a yacht in the Caribbean.  And if she was going nuts now, it was only going to get worse.   Tomorrow was her last work day, and then she’d be left at home quietly going crazy until her flight lifted off from San Jose Monday morning. 

“Not happening,” she muttered.  “I’m not sitting around twiddling my fingers, when I can be twiddling Jon.”

Rachel Braden was nothing if not a woman of action and she searched her brain for a possible solution to the problem at hand.  One that didn’t involve self-pleasure.

Obviously, she could fly out this weekend instead of Monday morning.  That was a given.  At this point, the arm and leg cost of a last-minute flight change was a justifiable expense. 

She should just call Jon.  Tell him that she wanted to come out early, and ask his opinion.  Ask where she could find him and the best day and what his schedule was with the kids…

But all that sounded suspiciously like a lot of work.  She’d much rather have fun, and fun would be….

“Surprising him.”  A contemplative smirk dug into her right cheek.  How much fun would it be just to show up at his hotel room door in nothing but a trench coat, or something equally cliché? 

The answer was…  Obscenely fun, and a mere prelude to obscene fun, unless she was completely off the mark. 

There was still all of the details to contend with though, and now she had to do it under a veil of secrecy.  How was she going to accomplish that?  She could, of course, casually quiz the man to death about his schedule the next time he called.  The trouble with that plan is that Jon wasn’t even a little bit stupid.  A sudden interest in his hotel accommodations and rehearsal schedules was going to throw up a major red flag. 

If only there was someone on the inside who knew all this stuff and would share it with her.  Someone who could keep her secret under wraps.

Matt.

Jon had given her his youngest brother’s phone number as one of his efforts to assure Rachel that she was a distinct priority.  In the event, for example, that she had an urgent need to talk to Jon, but he was tied up.  Matt would be able to interject, as necessary, thereby ensuring that Jon was nearly always attainable to her. 

And attainable you shall be, my pet.

She pulled out her cell phone and scrolled through the stored contacts until she found the one marked “Matt B” and then tapped the screen.  He might be in the middle of some major body guarding task, she thought as the phone came to rest against her ear.  But if he was…  Well, she’d just leave a message. 

Rachel squirmed in her seat and tried to recall whether or not she’d given away her trench coat to charity the last time she’d cleaned out the closet. 

She’d leave him an urgent message.

“It’s Matt.  Go.”

The abrupt greeting stopped her squirming and momentarily confused her.  Go, as in ‘go away’ or go, as in ‘talk’?

“Hello?”

Apparently, he was just as impatient as his big brother, but she had decided to interpret the single word as it suited her. 

“Matt,” she greeted confidently.  “It’s Rachel Braden.  Did I catch you at a bad time?”

“Oh, hey.  Nah, I’m just hangin’ with the family.  What’s up?”

Rachel grimaced.  “Does family include Jon?  Because if it does, please don’t let on that it’s me.”

“No,” he chuckled.  “Just my wife and kids, but why the secrecy?”

“Well…  I was planning a little surprise for Jon, but I need an insider’s help.”

“If it’s something that will improve his sour-ass mood, I can get you all the inside help ya need,” he assured her with a quiet guffaw.  “His prickness runneth over every last nerve of the entire crew.”

“I hope it will improve his mood,” she giggled.  “I want to fly out tomorrow night after I get off work.  I’m not sure what flight times are available yet, but I’d imagine it will be very late when I get there.  Can you help navigate me through the red tape so I can actually get to him?”

“Yes,” he proclaimed immediately.  “Hell, yes!  You are a guaranteed cure for his foul mood and I’m all about being the hero that delivers the cure!  But don’t worry about flight schedule.  Cancel the commercial flight, and I’ll get a private plane chartered.”

That hadn’t even crossed her mind.  A private plane?  It seemed a bit extravagant, and made her feel like it was one more tab for Jon to pick up.

“That’s really not necessary.  I can just reschedule-“

“Nope.”  The youngest Bongiovi brother was firm in his denial.  “If you’re comin’, Jonny’s gonna want you comin’ first class.  No pun intended.”

Rachel nearly choked on her laughter as her cheeks flew red with embarrassment.  This New Jersey bunch was very… plain spoken. 

“At the risk of too much information, that was my plan,” she drawled, still shaking her head at the bizarreness of this little chat. 

“Cool.  I’ll make a coupla calls and let ya know when and where to be.  You get off at five tomorrow?”

She didn’t dare speak it out loud, feeling as though she’d already exchanged enough questionable commentary with Jon’s brother, but her mind was on that track and she simply couldn’t stop the thought from forming. 

Get off?  Only if I fly solo.

We’re sitting on (diaper) pins and needles!

Ms. Blushnscarlet (Carol Jovi) is at the hospital awaiting the birth of her very first grandchild!  It seems to me the most inappropriate way to welcome the little bundle of joy is another chapter of his/her grandma’s porn.  Check back every little bit ~ as soon as Granny Blushy gives me the word we have a bouncing baby, we’ll post a bonus chapter!