Chapter 39

The tension increased over the next few days until Brianna wanted to scream.....or haul Jon off to bed to release it. Part of the problem was that she couldn't get away from him - at least not for more than a few hours at a time, and then only on off days. And it seemed that once the seed was planted she couldn't get it out of her mind. Every time she looked at him, smelled him, touched him, even in the most casual manner, all she could think about and imagine was the two of them in bed together. And the guilt and shame didn't seem to be enough to drown out the other feelings. The fact that Jon seemed to be in a similar state - if she was judging the frequent, intense looks she caught him throwing her way correctly - wasn't helping either.

The end of this leg couldn't come fast enough. She really needed some time away to get her head back on straight if she was going to make it through the rest of the tour without doing something really stupid that would have permanent repercussions. Once they got back Stateside, she was going to have to find a way to get a few days for herself.

In Southampton, Brianna was in Jon's dressing room checking his supplies when Jon opened the door and walked in. He’d been trying to ignore her, but he'd never been very successful at that and now it was even worse. Now when he saw her lips he remembered how they tasted. When he saw her hands he remembered their touch. When saw her breasts lifting the silk of her shirt he remembered how they tasted and how they felt under his hands. And when he saw her legs - those damn, supple, eight foot long legs!- revealed by her suit skirts - or a leather mini-skirt like today's instrument of torture - he remembered the comfortable cradle they provided when they opened to let him in. And his cock remembered the hot wet welcome it found in her velvet passage.....and it wanted more. It stood at attention every time she came anywhere near him.

But he was married and he loved his wife. Brianna was off limits.

He watched her move around the room, the sun that streamed through the window highlighting the buried fire of her hair. She has a lot of buried fire! He knew he should find somewhere else to be, but couldn't force himself to move. She drew him like a magnet. He didn't know why, but it was getting harder and harder to fight it. And their night together had only made it worse......much worse. Every muscle in his body tensed as she came closer.

"Do you have everything you need?" Brianna asked as she neared the door, looking for an escape from his nearly overwhelming presence.

Her scent washed over him, a heady combination of vanilla and woman, and he snapped. "Not quite." 

Before she could ask what he needed, he closed his hands around her upper arms and backed her up against the wall. Her surprised cry was cut off by his lips. While his mouth ate at hers, he stepped closer, pressing against her, grinding his pelvis into hers. One hand came up to cup a firm breast, his fingers rubbing the stiffening nipple.

"Mmmmm." Brianna moaned softly, her senses overwhelmed before she could even think about formulating a protest. Her fingers laced through his hair, holding him closer while her body shifted to rub against his.

It was Jon's turn to groan. His free hand coasted down her side and over her hip to grip her thigh and tug it upwards until it draped over his hip. Blunt fingers traced the hem of her skirt then dipped under to leave a trail of fire over her silky skin.

Brianna fought for sanity. "Jon....we....shouldn't....Oh!"

"I know." But he didn't stop. Reaching the top of her thigh, he stroked along her cleft, noting the moisture dampening the silk of her panties.

They froze at the sound of loud knocking on the door. "JB! We're ready for sound check!"

Jon could have cheerfully strangled Obie at that moment. "Fuck!"

Whether he was cursing at the interruption or that it – whatever this was between them - had gone that far, even he couldn't say for sure. He leaned back to look at her, his hair pulling slightly until she let go. Her eyes were closed, her head leaning back against the wall. Beautiful. David named her right. "Sorry."

Brianna just sighed and nodded. Lowering her leg, she released him, but never opened her eyes. When the door closed behind him, she lifted her head and let it bang back against the wall...several times. "This shit has got to stop!" Her eyes burned with unshed tears, the stress of it all beginning to get the best of her.

She made it through the show and back to the hotel where she escaped to the bar as soon as Jon was settled in his room for the night. Ordering a bottle of wine, she found a table in a quiet corner and sat down to try and get her head straight.

That's where David found her. "Hey Beautiful. What are you doing sitting here all alone?" He waved over a waitress and ordered another bottle and glass.

Brianna shrugged. "Just trying to sort through a few things."

David poured himself some wine, considering his words carefully. "Like how to deal with the very strong attraction between you and your boss?"

Brianna choked on her wine. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't try and deny it. It's obvious to anyone to looks. We warned Jon this might happen."

She frowned, fingers tracing the stem of her glass. "It's not the attraction....exactly. I'm an adult. I can control my base urges." Or at least I've been able to up until now. She paused, then muttered. "As long as I'm not being undermined."

She'd spoken quietly, but David heard her. "Undermined by Jon? Or Dot?" He watched her face closely.

Brianna stared at him, trying to figure out how much he knew. "What do you mean, Dot?"

He smiled gently. "She told me about her 'plan'."

Brianna closed her eyes and groaned. "Who else knows?"

"No one that I know of."

"Thank God for small mercies. The last thing I need is for everyone knowing that my boss' wife wants me to sleep with her husband!"

That's not all she wants, but it doesn't sound like she's filled you in on the big picture yet. Probably a smart move on her part. "And you don't want to? I mean, most women would jump at the chance to.......jump him. And you have permission."

"It's not about wanting, it's about what's right. And having his wife's permission doesn't make it right." She laid her head down on the table and groaned. "David, what am I going to do? This whole situation is driving me insane,"

"So....you do want him." It wasn't a question, but he wanted her to say it....admit it ...out loud.

Brianna snorted. "I'm female and I'm breathing, what do you think?"

Ever since Dorothea had told him about her plan, David had spent some time thinking about it. He could see where she was coming from. Brianna was a good match for Jon. She understood his needs, and how his mind worked.....and how to deal with his temper. She was great with the kids, and they liked her. And he sensed there was a backbone there they hadn't had the opportunity to really see yet. If push came, he doubted she'd be shoved too far.

The more he thought about it, the more he thought maybe Dorothea had the right idea - as creepy as the whole dying wife picking her successor thing was. Jon and the kids would need someone, and Brianna filled all the requirements, she just needed a little convincing that it was okay. "Then go for it."

Brianna lifted her head to stare at him. "You're as crazy as Dot is."

"Why? You want it, Jon wants it - don't look at me like that, I see the way he watches you. Dot's all for it. You're not married or in a relationship. What's the down side? Who can get hurt?"

Me if I get in too deep."I may not be married, but he is. And regardless of what Dot says, it's still wrong. Cheating is always wrong." She grimaced and took a large swallow from her glass.

David could hear the echo of past pain in her voice and took a guess. "Been there, had it done to you?" Having recently been through a painful divorce himself, he recognized the signs.

Brianna nodded. "And I swore I'd never do it to someone else. I refuse to be the 'other woman'.

He decided to try a different tack. "Don't think about that way. Think of it as helping out a man in need....and fulfilling a dying woman's wish." When she just stared at him, he shrugged. "It's a thought. Or maybe you should just tear up the sheets a few times and get it out of your systems and it won't be an issue anymore."

Brianna snorted. Hasn't worked so far....just made it worse. "I hear what you're saying, but I don't know if.....I just don't know. I have to live with myself."

David reached out and squeezed her hand. "Such an honest, good woman. We don't see many of those anymore. If it really is more than your conscience can handle, then don't do it. But don't say no because you consider it cheating." He smirked. "Now, if you decide to go for it and he doesn't please you, you let me know and I'll take care of it."

Brianna laughed and squeezed his hand. "Thanks. If I find him.....lacking.....I'll let you know." If the other night was anything to go by, I doubt help will ever be needed.

Neither clarified what he meant by taking care of it.