Ch 50 ~ We Can Work It Out

“Shhhh,” Jon breathed in Rachel’s ear.  She had jolted awake the instant he spooned himself around her.  “It’s just me, baby.”

“Mmmm...” she purred.  Her startled body relaxed and she rolled over to press a butterfly kiss against his neck.  He noted that the sinful Las Vegas lingerie was the only barrier between his chest and hers about the time she murmured, “So it is.  Hi there.”

God she felt good.  She was so soft and warm cuddling into his weary flesh.  The head that was tucked just under his nose smelled so good.  So familiar.  So much like home. 

The last few shows, getting a chance to spend time with his folks and his kids in Florida…  It had made the time pass quickly, but it still seemed like forever since he’d seen her.  Touched her.

Jon hooked a finger under her chin, tipping her face to his and murmuring a soft greeting before their mouths touched.  Her lips were so pliable and held that flavor he’d been craving since he last kissed her goodbye.  The flavor that could make him hard as a rock while making the tension in his shoulders melt like butter.  The taste of Rachel.

“Hi there,” he returned, his arm cinching around her waist and snugging her even closer.  His hips rolled into hers, the uncontrollable arousal being sensuously abraded by the satin that prevented him from sliding balls-deep inside her.  “I missed you.”

Her hips took their own turn at rolling before her fingers snaked down to snap open the secret Bat Cave entrance on her teddy.  “I missed you too.”

“Christtt,” he hissed when his length was sheathed in hot, wet velvet.  “This isn’t gonna last long.”

She clenched her inner muscles, sending spasms of need coursing through him.  “Just fuck me,” she whispered, swiping her tongue across his bottom lip.  “Hard.  So I know you’re not another dream.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.  Jon gave one hard jerk to her lingerie, lifting it to her waist so that he could clench her backside.  He barely had her steadied before driving in with the most force he could muster lying on his side.

“Harder,” she whimpered at the same time he rolled her to her back and pushed her thighs wider.  Settling between her legs felt better than anything had since the last time he’d been in this same position.

“Take this goddamn thing off.”  Jon shoved at the fabric that was supposed to be enticing, but was nothing more than a nuisance at this point.  It had no more slithered over her head and to the floor than his lips were latched onto her nipple.

“Oh!” she gasped, arching into his voracious mouth.  Her hips squirmed, her muscles clenched, her insides heated against him as he worked the hard pebble against his tongue and nipped at it.  She groaned and bumped her hips upward. 

“I’m gettin’ there,” he chuckled, the expelled breath pebbling her nipple even tighter.  With a slow rotation of his hips, he savored the feel of her buttery soft skin against his as he observed, “I think you really did miss me.”

“You know I did,” she panted, digging her fingernails into his shoulders and her heels into his buttocks.  “Now move!”

Hard fingertips burrowed into soft hips and he plowed into her with everything he had.  “Like that?”  He pounded again, grunting, “That what you want?”

“Yeah.  Ohmigod, yes!”

It took about three hard pumps before sweat started to bead on his forehead.  Three more buried-to-the-hilt dives before she screamed and nearly turned inside out with her orgasm.  He should’ve been right behind her, but he couldn’t seem to find that peak.  Maybe he just couldn’t get his fill of her, but he was too lost in the sounds of their flesh meeting, the breathy little moans that she made in the aftermath of her release, the sweet scent that he only found when they were together, the erotic sight of her bouncing breasts beneath him. 

It was overwhelming yet… Not enough…

“Come for me, baby,” she commanded uncharacteristically.  She gave as good as she got in bed, but she was never domineering.  Her fingers knotted in his hair and she pulled his face close, nipping sharply at his bottom lip.  “You know you want to lose it all inside me.  Let it go.”

The inside of his eyelids lit up like the fourth of July. 

“Oh fuckkkkkk…..!”

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Jon stretched contentedly, his muscles feeling looser than they had in days.  His leg kicked out to Rachel’s side of the bed, but couldn’t find her.  Squinting one eye open, he rolled his head to look for her.

Now where the hell is she?  She should know I’m gonna want her to take care of my morning wood.

He grunted and swung his legs around to sit on the edge of the bed.  There, he used both hands to scratch his head before shaking the cobwebs away and going in search of his wayward Nubian.

A pit stop later, he followed his nose downstairs and to the kitchen.

“You were gone when I woke up,” he accused when he found her tinkering at the barista machine.

She turned with a smile, her eyes sliding down his naked body to the part that wasn’t quite so wood-y anymore and smirking. 

“Good morning to you, too,” she drawled amusedly.  “I see it’s a clothing optional day.”

“You got a problem with lookin’ at my dick?”

Her laughter made him smile almost as much as the steaming cup of coffee she passed to him.  “Not even a little bit.  You’ve just never strolled into my kitchen naked before.”

The truth was, he’d left his bag downstairs and hadn’t felt like putting on his travel clothes.  He probably could’ve gone rummaging for the workout clothes he’d left here, but he couldn’t remember which drawer they were in.  Besides, a man shouldn’t have to be fully dressed in the privacy of…  Well, not his own home, but close enough.

“Guess this is startin’ to feel like home,” he observed, dropping a kiss against her mouth before dropping his bare butt on a cold kitchen stool and imbibing his second favorite beverage in the world.  “Mmm.  You’re gettin’ pretty handy with that barista machine, Rach.  This is almost as good as mine.” 

“When you weren’t here to make it, I had to learn,” she reasoned taking a sip from her own mug and propping her elbows on the counter.  “I’m glad to know it meets the standards of a coffee snob such as yourself, though.” 

“Almost.  I said it’s almost as good as mine,” he corrected with a chuckle.  Truthfully, the coffee was a cherry on the top of a damn fine morning.  And to think… he had another week of naked coffee time to look forward to before the rat race started all over again.  Even then, it would be only a couple of weeks until she spent the entire month with him in London.

There would be much naked coffee in London. 

“Then you make the coffee tomorrow.”

“Alright.  I will.  That is, if you don’t get up first and leave me naked and alone in bed.”

“Get your very fine ass up before ten o’clock and I won’t.  Now…  are you continuing this nudist fest or do you want to get some clothes on before I give you gifts?”

“I’d consider it a gift if you joined the nudist fest,” he informed her with a dirty chuckle. 

“I’ll take that as a no on getting dressed,” was her assumption from his remark as she straightened and came around the counter to grab his hand.  “Come on.  You can tie the ribbon around your pecker after you open it.”

His loud guffaw startled even him.  “And here all my friends think you’re a lady.”

“I am,” she spoke over her shoulder while walking toward the doorway.  “Ninety-eight percent lady anyway.  The other two percent was in hiding until you came along.  Or maybe I’ve just spent too much time in New Jersey.”

“No such thing,” he assured her, jerking on a pair of shorts from his bag at the foot of the staircase as she mounted the first step.  When the elastic settled at his waist, he reached up to pat her backside with a wicked grin.  “Ooooh!  Now I’m officially excited about this gift of yours, ‘cause anytime you drag me upstairs for a surprise…  Well, you know how that ends.”

Her hips found an extra wiggle as she climbed the stairs, assuring him that this time wouldn’t be any different.  There would be debauchery in the master bedroom this morning, and his morning wood began to sprout anew. 

Damn.  I wasted my time puttin’ on these shorts, but I ain’t complainin’.

 

Except…

Except, instead of taking the right turn into the master bedroom that he expected, Rachel veered to the left.  His forehead furrowed with confusion, he nonetheless followed along behind her, past first the open doors of Tyler’s bedroom and then Lauren’s.  Both were meticulously kept and he thought they probably looked a lot like they had left them back on that fateful day. 

But Rachel didn’t even glance at them as she led him past those to the bonus room.  He’d been in here a few times using the limited training equipment – a treadmill and light weights – and the door usually stood open like the others.  Today, however, it was closed and there was a huge red bow in the center. 

“Damn, baby…  That’s a lotta ribbon.  Nice to see you think so highly of my dick’s magnitude.”

“Oh my word,” she said on a laugh, turning to face him and cross her arms.  “You’re certainly feeling your oats this morning.”

He smiled widely.  Yes, he was. 

“I got laid last night and fully expect to spend the entire day and night in bed repeating the process.  My oats are pretty damn happy.”

“Sorry to ruin your plans, baby, but we’ll need to schedule an intermission.  Tonight is dinner with Robin and Rick.”

Well, hell.

His first reaction was disappointment, but then he reevaluated his position.  Rachel’s sister had been barely civil when he’d last seen her at the wedding.  Seeing as the two sisters were close, it wouldn’t hurt his cause to try and warm her up a bit.  Maybe one of his coveted bottles of vino that was sitting beneath the bar downstairs would help put him in a more favorable light.

Making sure she drinks her fair share of it should work even better.  Unless she’s a mean drunk.

Chuckling silently to himself, he regarded the sister who stood before him, waiting patiently for his response. 

“Intermission is good.  Absence makes the dick grow fonder and all that.”

“Oh for heaven’s sake!” she exclaimed with a roll of her eyes.  “Do you want this gift or not?”

He loved it when she acted all appalled, when she was anything but.  Something about it amused the hell out of him.  So much that he couldn’t resist pushing a little further.

“Lay it on me baby.  Or lay me.  Whichever.”

“Argh!  You’re ruining this moment.  You realize that, right?”

Jon bit the inside of his mouth to control the smile and laughter.  She was giving him a gift.  He should show proper appreciation and attention and all that. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” he apologized sincerely, leaning forward to kiss her piqued mouth.  “I’d love to see what you took the time to pick out for me.”

“Yeah, yeah.  You’ve already ruined the mood for the heartfelt accompanying speech,” she huffed with faux indignation.  “So, quite simply, I wanted you to feel as much at home here as I do in New Jersey.  Everything beyond this door has been declared your domain, so…”  She flicked the handle, gave the bedecked door a push and stepped to the side.  “See what you think.”

Looking past her expectant face, Jon found the room a little more fully stocked than the last time he’d seen it.  In fact….  He stepped inside and took a closer look.  It held all the same state-of-the-art workout equipment that was currently sitting in his Jersey house.

“Heeeeey…this is niiiiiiiiice!”  A thought occurred to him, and he turned to Rachel with a puzzled look.  “How the fuck did you pull this off on your own?”

Rachel shrugged nonchalantly, even as her eyes twinkled with pride.   “I had a little help.  Dean made it effortless by taking care of all the arrangements for the order, layout and installation.  I hope it’s everything you need to work out this perfect body of yours.”

“It’s perfect, Rach.  Thank you.” Jon snaked his arm across her shoulder and kissed her temple.  “But the real question is… can I work out on you in here?”

“I swear you’re the horniest man I’ve ever met in my life.”

“That’s your own fault,” he murmured, his hand creeping down the front of her body. “You built me the perfect man cave, and it needs to be properly christened.” 

“I tell ya what,” she countered silkily, her own hand taking a turn at creeping down the front of his body.  “Indulge me for a few more minutes and we’ll christen anything you like.”

“Define indulge,” he countered her counter, having just a little too much politics in his blood for him to be comfortable in blindly accepting anything, even if it was from Rachel. 

“I have one more surprise for you, but it’s back downstairs.”

“Geez,” he grumbled when she latched on to his wrist and towed him along behind her.  “I’m not gonna need to work out with all the running up and down the stairs.”

“Oh hush.” 

With  no more than that tepid admonishment, Rachel led him into the formal living room, where the piano lived.  The same grand piano that he’d used to start writing “Superman Tonight”.  The same piano that now served as a musical backdrop to a copy of his favorite guitar resting in a stand beside it.

“What the hell?”

She beamed that proud, twinkly smile again.  “I figured a guy who makes a living playing guitar probably needs a guitar here, so I asked Matt to send one.”

Jon grinned at the joy Rachel was so obviously feeling, touched by the gestures that had required a lot of work on her part – just to make him feel completely at home in her world.  “It almost feels like you intend to keep me, Ms. Braden.  Is this your way of accepting my marriage proposal?”

“Geez.”  Rachel rolled her eyes and twirled away on the ball of her foot, sashaying back toward the family room as she spoke over her shoulder.  “Do you always have to twist everything around to suit your needs?”

Jon laughed and enjoyed the sway of her hips as he watched her from behind.   He’d get her sooner or later.  Jon Bon Jovi was nothing if not persistent. 

“Maybe,” he conceded, calling after her.  “Because I know right now I’d like to twist you around to suit my needs.”