Chapter 99

A couple hours later, Jon decided that being awakened wasn't so bad if it was your lover's mouth on your swelling cock that pulled you from dreamland. But when he tried to reach down to touch her, he found his arms couldn't move. His eyes flew open and he tilted his head to look, only to find his wrists were tied to the head board.....with the same scarf he'd used on her. "What the fuck?"

Lifting her head, Brianna grinned and shifted upwards until she could reach his ear. "I warned you. What's good for the goose is good for the gander...remember?" She sucked on his earlobe for a few seconds then moved down his neck to nibble his Adam's apple.

He shuddered at the scrape of her teeth on his skin and tried to prepare for what she might have planned. If she was after payback, he had some torture in his immediate future.

Swallowing heavily, he tried to brace himself, a groan rumbling in his chest.

Brianna chuckled as she continued her downward path. "Was that a growl or a purr?"

"Frustrated anticipation."

"So...both then." She grinned and tangled her fingers in his thick fur while she licked his nipple.

His breath hissed through his teeth and his arms jerked reflexively.

"Hmmm. Interesting reaction." Sitting up, she straddled his waist and reached to one side. Amber eyes glinted as she raised her hands revealing the vibrators on her fingers. "Let's see how you respond to these."

Even knowing it was probably coming, Jon wasn't prepared for the jolt that surged through his body at the touch of the pulsating appliances on his nipples. "Jesus!"

Brianna lifted her hands, a smirk curving her lips. "Intense isn't it?" She shifted her hips against his twitching cock. "Feels like you liked it. Maybe we should she how you like it on some even more....sensitive.....flesh."

When she moved to lie between his legs, Jon closed his eyes and prayed for the strength to survive the sweet torture she was about to inflict upon him. He couldn't protest since he'd done the same thing to her, but his already primed body was like a lit fuse steadily heading towards detonation and he didn't know how long he could hold it off.

With his masculine flesh displayed before her, Brianna debated her strategy. She started by running her bare fingers over the sensitive flesh. Cupping his sac with one hand, she massaged gently, and stroked her thumb over the loose skin. Her other hand caressed his hard shaft. After a few minutes, she bent to kiss the swollen tip, then lifted her head.

The smirk twisting her lips was the only warning he got. Shockwaves stiffened his body at the touch of the vibrators. "Jesus!"

Brianna settled in to play. One vibrator explored his sac, circling each ball and grazing the super sensitive area underneath. The other one roamed up and down his cock, swirling around the tip and pausing just under the ridge. His back arched as shudders wracked his body. Whenever she sensed him on the verge of exploding, she lifted her fingers, letting him catch his breath, using her mouth to soothe his tortured flesh. When he'd calmed a little, she sent the vibrators roaming again. And again. And again.

"Fuck! Jesus! Fuck!" Shudders shook his body.

Glancing up, Brianna studied him while her tongue traced the slit in the throbbing tip. His eyes were squeezed shut, his face flushed and sweat covered, the muscles in his arms bulged as he fought to maintain control, his chest heaved as he struggled to breathe. "What do you want Blue Eyes? Tell me what you want me to do."

Slices of blue fire stared down at her. "Finish it!" He ground out. "Take me in your mouth and finish it!"

"Yes dear." Opening her mouth wide she did as she was bid. Swallowing about half his length, she placed one vibrator against the big vein at the bottom of his cock, and the other against the bare spot behind his sac......and sucked.

"FUCK!" Jon exploded. His whole body went rigid and black spots blurred his vision as he rode the wave of the most intense orgasm he'd ever experienced.....and waited to see if he'd survive it.

Brianna sat up and surveyed the results of her handiwork. "I think the fire burned out."

Jon snorted. "Not fucking likely. Not in this lifetime Golden Eyes."

Brianna chuckled and pointed across the room. "I meant in the fireplace." She pressed a kiss to his lips and released his hands. "And I need food!" Jumping off the bed, she headed for the bathroom - and the shower.

It took Jon a few minutes to gather enough strength to get up off the bed and tend to the fire. The sound of running water changed, signalling she'd turned on the shower. He considered joining her, but while his mind was game, his body needed a rest. Besides, he had two more days to get through, and if he was going to last, he needed to pace himself. He wasn't a teenager anymore.

By the time Brianna exited the bathroom wearing one of the plush robes and towelling her hair, Jon had the fire blazing again and was sitting on the end of the bed staring into the dancing flames. She didn't know whether to laugh or be concerned at his dazed expression. "Honey? You okay?"

"Hmm?" He glanced around and blinked when he saw her. "Oh, yeah. I'm fine. Just a little...."

"Drained?" She guessed with a grin and twinkling eyes. "Need a nap?"

A nap actually sounded like a great idea, but he refused to be that much of a cliché. Shaking his head, he stood. "Ha ha. No, I'm fine. Although I could really use a shower." He paused in the doorway. "Oh. I ordered dinner. It should be here soon."

When it arrived, Brianna helped the room service attendant set up their meal on the table and light the candles. Jon nodded his approval when he joined her and rushed to hold her chair for her. He checked to see if the champagne was still cold before opening the bottle and serving them both. Sitting down, he raised his glass. "Happy Valentine's Day Golden Eyes. Everyday I thank whatever force brought you into my life. I wouldn't have made it through the last two years without you. I love you."

"I love you too." She touched her glass to his and sipped, her eyes shining with emotion.

And the tone was set for their mini holiday. They ate.....and made love. They talked.....and made love. They tested out the Jacuzzi....and made love.

But neither one were teenagers anymore and even the healthiest libidos need rest. So, as they ate lunch, Brianna browsed through the lodge's list of activities. "They have sleigh rides."

Jon glanced up from his plate, amusement making his eyes twinkle. "Does that mean you want to take a ride?"

She shrugged. "Only if you want to. It might be nice to get some fresh air - and let the housekeeping staff clean the room. And the scenery out there looks beautiful."

He glanced around the room and had to agree. "Okay. That sounds like a good idea."

"I'll call the front desk and arrange it." Brianna stood and walked over to the phone.

Bundled up in sweaters, coats and boots, they stepped out the front door and looked around for the sleigh. They found it several yards away at the edge of the parking lot. The driver was checking the horses in the harness.

Shivering against the chilly air, Brianna pulled on her gloves. Jon zipped up his coat, stuffed his hands in his pockets and jutted his elbow out towards her, inviting her to take his arm.

Brianna couldn't stifle a snicker as she threaded her arm through his.

He raised a brow. "What?"

She shrugged and grinned. "This just reminded me of a scene from No Looking Back."

He frowned in thought as they strolled towards the waiting sleigh. "Which scene?"

"You and Lauren came out of the bar and started walking. You crooked your arm like that for her to take." She paused. "It was before you cried."

He grimaced. "Have you seen all my movies?" He knew she'd been a fan of the band before they'd met, but he didn't know if she was a fan of his. He'd never asked and she'd never offered the information.

"Yep."

"And?"

"And what?"

"What did you think?"

"I think you were good."

"Which was your favourite?"

"Honestly?"

"Yes."

"You're going to laugh."

"Just tell me."

"You'll think I'm nuts."

"Bri, just tell me."

She sighed. "Los Muertos."

He snorted. "Really?"

"Yep. I love vampire movies." She slanted him a look. "You thought I was going to say The Leading Man didn't you?"

"Yeah." He admitted.

"As much as I enjoyed seeing your manly display, your character wasn't very nice."

"Not as dashing as a hunter of the undead huh?"

The sleigh driver's head turned towards them, his curiosity at that comment - the only one he'd heard - obvious.

Brianna winked at him before answering Jon. "Nope, but you can paint my house any day."

Jon laughed and helped her into the sleigh before climbing in behind her.

The driver - who introduced himself as George - showed them where the blankets and thermoses of hot chocolate were and made sure they were settled before picking up the reins and setting the horses in motion.

It was a very pleasant, but cold outing. Later, George would describe the  rockstar and his girlfriend to his wife as a down to earth, friendly and cozy couple whose affection for each other was obvious.

When they returned to the lodge, they were half frozen, but invigorated. Laughing, they stumbled into the lobby and hurried to their room where Jon rushed to get the fire blazing again.

Brianna hung up their coats and struggled to get out of her cold clothes. "I'm freezing!"

Jon stripped off his own icy clothes, pulled a blanket off the bed and tugged her down with him onto the fur rug in front of the fire. "I know a way to warm you up."

She laughed, but burrowed under the blanket with him and let him prove his boast.

Later, after they'd caught their breath, they were still cuddled together on the rug, watching the flickering flames. Brianna's head rested on his shoulder, her fingers toying idly with his chest hair. She sighed in contentment.

"Happy?" He kissed her head and trailed his fingers over her arm.

"Mmm. Very. I could get used to this."

"Used to this place? Or used to us like this?"

"Us." She answered honestly.

It was the opportunity he'd been looking for. "Then move in with me and we can make it happen." He held his breath and waited for her answer.

She was silent for so long he thought he was going to suffocate. "Move in with you." Her mind raced to sort out the jumble of thoughts and feelings those few simple words sent swirling through her.

"Yes."

"In what capacity?"

He frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Well, do you mean move into your house....or your bedroom?"

"Both." he held up a hand. "Now, before you start arguing that the kids aren't ready for that, you should know that Stephanie came to me and suggested it and Jesse said at Christmas how nice it was to come home and find you there. And you know the little ones love you."

She frowned at his smug tone. "Just because the kids think they'd be okay with it doesn't make it right." She paused. "I don't know Jon, I don't think it's a good idea yet."

"Why not? Because of what people might think or say?"

She shrugged.

"And I care about that why?" He frowned. "Or is this about what your father might say?"

"Maybe partly, but mostly I'm not sure we're ready for that yet."

"Well I know I am, so you must be talking about yourself. What is it you're not sure about? We love each other, you already spend a lot of time in my house anyway and you always seem to be comfortable there..."

"In the room across the hall, yes. Sharing your bed? Not so much."

"Why? You seem comfortable enough when we share your bed....or the one in the guest house."

"That's different."

"How?"

"We weren't  flaunting the depth of our relationship in front of the kids....or anyone else.

"And us living together would be?"

"Yes."

Jon thought for a few moments, but was unable to grasp her meaning. "Sorry honey, you lost me."

"Living together.......wouldn't be the proper thing to do."

"That's your father talking." He rolled them until he had her trapped beneath him. "I much prefer the wanton I know is underneath the prim and proper exterior you show the rest of the world." Bracing his weight on his elbows, he brushed her hair back off her face. "Think about it Golden Eyes. No more running back and forth. No more packing and unpacking, carting clothes all over the tri-state area. You'd be right there if the kids needed anything. I try my best, but let's face it, sometimes they need a woman's touch." 

When she still didn't look convinced, he tried a different tack. "And don't forget the more....personal...benefits. There'd be more time for us. Less time apart. We could go to sleep and wake up together every day." He paused, eyes heating, and pushed his pelvis against hers, revealing his body's renewed interest. "And you can have this every day." He bent his head to lick and nibble her lips. "Just think about it."

Brianna still wasn't convinced, but she was going to enjoy his attempts to persuade her. After all, she wasn't a complete idiot.