New Year’s Eve, 2011
Rachel was surprised at just how much she had enjoyed the New
Year’s Eve party with Jon’s family, ringing in 2011 with everyone at Matt and
Desiree’s house. Even Dorothea and her
new husband, Ted, had been there, which was much less awkward than Rachel would
have thought, because she and the former Mrs. Bongiovi had become
friendly. They weren’t necessarily
close, but she genuinely enjoyed Jon’s ex-wife and tonight was just one more
example of that.
The echo of party horns was virtually still hanging in
the air, and the clock was barely past midnight when Jon had made their excuses
and whisked Rachel away to the airport to bestow his Christmas gift upon
her. Not that her gift was at the
airport. On Christmas morning, he’d
presented her with an envelope that promised a trip that she would never
forget, but he had refused to tell her the destination. It didn’t matter how much she’d badgered,
wheedled and prodded in the week that followed, he still wouldn’t give up the
secret location. The only hint that he gave
was that it was both warm and tropical.
Typically this type of surprise would annoy the life out
of her, but she was actually quite excited when they climbed aboard the huge
jet with its engines revving. The crew
had immediately loaded their bags outside the VIP terminal at Teterboro
Airfield and they had lifted off within minutes.
It seemed like they had just fastened their seatbelts
when Jon released his and reached over to do the same to hers. With an impatient tug, he had her on her feet
and stumbling after him toward the back of the plane.
“Jon!” she giggled. “Slow down will ya? A steep take off, these stilettos and healthy
champagne buzz could be a dangerous combination!”
He gave her a lecherous smile over his shoulder as he
opened a door and his chuckle was positively wicked when he pulled her through
it. The same door closed with an
incendiary finality just a breath before he threw her down on a bed and loomed
above her. Properly reflecting the
wolfish grin he wore, Jon was purely animalistic when he growled, “It’s been a
week of kids, friends, family, more kids and more family. The only thing that’s gonna be slow tonight
is the way I fuck your beautiful brains out.”
“Well,” Rachel gulped, undeniably aroused by his
urgency. “I guess that rules out Bermuda,
because we wouldn’t have a long enough flight for you to slowly fuck my brains
out.”
“Not Bermuda.” His
reply was short and to the point because, Rachel presumed, he was more
interested in hiking one of her legs up to slip off one of the potentially
dangerous stilettos. It hit the floor
with a muffled clatter before the mate joined in with the same oddly arousing
ruckus.
Perhaps in her current state of mind, anything would seem
arousing. Even the graze of her little
black dress against the bedding was doing unspeakable things to her
libido.
Her feet bared to his satisfaction, Jon pressed a thumb
into each arch while his fingers curled over the tops, working the muscles
there in a way that was intentionally arousing. She had no trouble interpreting the maneuver
and purred with appreciation when hard masculine palms scraped licentiously up
the backs of her calves. His touch
dwindled to a mere tickle when reaching the backsides of her knees, and she
bent her legs to divert him from the sensitive area.
He didn’t mind. That
in itself was an engraved invitation to move higher, and he issued his RSVP by
massaging slow sensual circles into her thighs.
The way he used his palms, then his fingertips, then his nails had
Rachel panting before he got within striking distance of her panties.
“Oh, baby,” she murmured appreciatively, fingers dancing
a salsa through his hair. “I may just
tell the pilot to keep flying in circles until I’ve had my fill of you.”
“I’m gonna fill you alright.”
His lips picked up the slack when his hands found more
pressing matters to tend to – such as removing the panties that had become
entirely too cumbersome.
“So is this going to be one of those ‘if you have an
erection that lasts longer than four hours, seek medical attention’ kind of
nights?”
Jon nipped the inside of her thigh with unexpectedly
sharp teeth, apparently not finding her champagne fueled humor as amusing as
she did. “You think I need Viagra?”
“No, I just- shit!”
She inhaled sharply when those teeth moved north into an especially
sensitive area. “I just think you’ve
forgotten that you’re the horny drunk and I’m the sleepy drunk.” Not only did his teeth find that sensitive
area, but his tongue had begun its own exploration. “Oh God…
If… If you’re determined to take your time I thought I might ask for a
double espresso,” she teased, not quite sure whether or not she was stringing a
fully coherent thought together – and not caring.
“Bullshit,” he mumbled around her clit and surfaced,
licking his lips and crawling up her body.
“Your drunken libido will match mine any day.”
Rachel giggled and nipped at his bottom lip, pulling him
closer with the crook of her arm and murmuring, “Let’s just put that theory to
the test, shall we?”
And test they did – exhaustively. She awoke some time later with still-vivid
images of the night’s activities in her mind and sunlight peeking through the
bedchamber window. A slow turn of her head found Jon sprawled
face down on his side of the bed, with one arm possessively thrown over
her. The weight of that arm felt
exceptionally good, she thought, and the weight of it gave her an excuse to
stay put and enjoy an unsupervised inventory of her snoring lover.
The road was hard on him, but this morning she was happy
to find that the customary tired lines around his eyes were barely visible. He looked a good ten years younger, which was
saying a lot considering he looked incredible on any given day. That must mean that their time together
agreed with him as much as it did her.
Being with Jon night and day for the past ten days was
Rachel’s idea of true paradise. It
didn’t matter where they were, just being with him made her happier than she’d
ever been in her life. She still wanted
him in the same old way, still wanted to share her life with him and missed the
time in their life when they were living in the same zip code.
The bottom line was that she wanted to be his wife.
More than he could ever realize, she wanted to accept one
of the million proposals he had offered her, but she needed more than that
piece of paper from him – she wanted him to need her. Not like he needed his assistant, the
housekeeper or any of the hundreds of Bon Jovi minions, but truly need
her like he needed his next breath of air to be complete. Sappy, perhaps, but that was how she needed
him.
There was no doubt in her mind that Rachel would always
love Jon and devote her life to him, but she wouldn’t wed him knowing that his sole
interest in marriage was its importance to her.
He’d originally offered matrimony and children to win her back and,
while she loved him for the sacrifice he was willing to make, it wasn’t how she
wanted to take that step.
Rachel knew from the bottom of her heart that Jon would
be truly happy living the rest of his life with her by his side without
the legal trappings of matrimony. It was
as simple as that, and she was willing to accommodate him because, without Jon
in her life, she had no life in her.
She wasn’t sure how long she was lost in thought, watching
her beautiful man sleep. It could have
been minutes or it could have been hours.
Although it was stunning, the view out the window was of no assistance
in measuring time, as there was nothing but water in sight. Since she first awakened there had been
nothing but vibrant, bluer-than-blue water as far as the eye could see.
That particular shade of ocean was a clue as to their
final destination, as it tended to rule out Europe or eastern
destinations. Jon had just come home
from Australia, so she didn’t really think he would want to head west. That meant they were likely headed somewhere
south of New Jersey.
Central America
would be warm and would probably fit the flight time.
The buzz of the airplane phone startled Jon awake. He reached above his head and answered with a
grunt which was quickly followed by a wide grin. “Thanks for the update. We’d love some coffee back here when you
can.”
He twisted around to kiss Rachel’s bare breast and then
pushed his naked body across her to look out the window. As though he could read the thoughts she’d
just been having he asked, “You’re DYING to know where we’re headed, aren’t you
Rach?”
“Not even a little bit, Jonny,” she lied. Dying was a ridiculous exaggeration, and it
really didn’t matter where they were going, anyway. “It would impossible for me to care any less
where you’re taking me. I could spend
the next ten days at the city dump with you and be happy.”
“C’mon!” She could
almost swear he was disappointed at her lack of eagerness. “You know you want to beg me for hints. You always beg for hints about presents. It’s half the fun of giving you something!”
Rachel tried to smooth the messy bed head he woke with,
laughing at his puppy dog eyes. Jon was
almost beside himself with excitement.
The guy who had traveled the entire world dozens of times over was
behaving like a kid on Christmas morning!
It was enough to make her go all ferklumpt inside.
“It honestly doesn’t matter, my sweet man,” she assured
him tenderly. “I’m just so happy to wake
up with you the first morning of this new year.”
Jon puckered his lips mere centimeters from hers and breathed,
“Gimme a kiss.”
“Eww!” She exclaimed with an exaggerated wrinkle of her
nose as she struggled to wiggle away. “Champagne doesn’t do any favors for your
morning breath, Bongiovi!”
“Hmpf.” Jon
smacked her playfully on the backside.
“Poke your nose out that window, Miss Morningbreath. I bet you see something out there that’s
gonna change your tune. In fact, I bet
you’ll be dying to cram your tongue as far down my throat as you can get
it.”
“We’ll just see about that.”
Propping herself up with her back against the headboard
of the bed, Rachel peered out the window to see what would magically neutralize
Dom Perignon doggie breath. The water
seemed closer to the plane, so she assumed they were dropping altitude but
there still was nothing but blue water and the occasional boat.
Rachel was still puzzling out the landscape when the flight
attendant delivered steaming hot coffee, fruit, cheese, croissants, and muffins. Even with her nose practically pressed
against the glass, she was still no closer to solving the mystery when Jon
poured them both coffee and chomped on a muffin and some fruit.
Land came into view, dotted with lush
greenery. That was followed by more
water, then more of the same scenery. It
was tropical foliage that could be found any one of a dozen places.
She scanned the horizon to see if there was something
else – something she was missing that might give her a revelation. Something… distinctive.
Rachel sucked in a breath.
There.
There it was.
An unmistakable landmark that indisputably announced
their destination and filled her eyes with joyful tears. There was absolutely nowhere on earth that
she’d rather be going with this man and, fulfilling his prediction, she
completely forgot about his morning breath to cover him with endless happy,
wet, grateful, and loving kisses.
