Chapter 46

Brianna walked into her hotel room, set her purse on a table, stepped out onto the balcony and sighed. Florida in July wouldn't have been her first choice of destinations, but anything was a welcome relief from Red Bank. It would be even better if she could get away from Jon for awhile too, but that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

The conversation with Dorothea a few days ago - and her blatant attempt to push them into bed together -  still freaked her out. It went against everything she'd been raised to believe, and undermined her conscience's fight against her libido. She hoped Jon would reconsider and fight it too - or she'd be lost.

"Hey Beautiful, how're you holding up?"

She turned towards the balcony on her left. "Hi David. I missed you on the plane." They'd all been coming from different directions so they'd flown separately, robbing her of even the distraction of their company. It had been just her and Jon. Thankfully, it was a short flight.

"I bet. Jon's not exactly a brilliant conversationalist at the best of times."

"Fuck you Lemma." Came from the balcony of the room on the other side of Brianna's.

"Sorry Frank, but as much as I need to get laid, you're not my type. Besides, I'm not the one who has your wife's seal of approval." He paused. "But can you guys do me a favour? If you're going to get it on tonight, can you do it in your room Beautiful? The walls are thin enough I can live vicariously." Stretching, he retreated into his room, leaving his friends in stunned silence.

"You told him?" Jon hissed at her.

"No, of course not!" Brianna denied, her face flaming. "Dot did."

Jon groaned. "Great. Just fucking great. Of all people, she had to tell him." He sighed. "Do the rest of them know?"

"Not that I'm aware of."

"Thank God for small mercies." He shook his head. "But Lemma! If she had to tell one of them, why couldn't it have been Tico? He wouldn't torture us with it!"

Brianna couldn't help but laugh. She had no doubt that his prediction about what David could - and most likely would- do with the information would come true. She also had no doubt that Dorothea had chosen her confidante precisely for that reason - to push things along if necessary. "You know, for such a caring woman, your wife is very devious."

"You don't think she picked him on purpose." He frowned, considering. "What am I saying, of course she did."

"Mmmmm. And that makes me wonder if there's something more to her plan than just getting us into bed together."

"Like what?" He had his own suspicions.

"I don't know, but the way she's pushing, I just have a feeling there's more to it." And she was trying not to think about what it might be.

Brianna spent the time before the show monitoring interviews, checking Jon's supplies....and waiting for whatever David might do or say next. Between that and fighting her instinctive reactions to Jon, she was a nervous wreck.

Jon wasn't much better, but unlike Brianna he wasn't trying to fight the primal pull between them anymore. And his condition wasn't due to concern about what David might do. His friend might enjoy teasing them - and embarrassing Brianna - but he would keep it within the 'family', and he would never do anything to hurt them. No, Jon's nervous system was in overdrive because, well, he was hornier than a stag in rut. He could handle the abstinence when he was on tour in Europe and away from his wife, but when she - or her approved stand-in - was nearby his cock didn't want to take 'no' for an answer. At this point, the mere scent of her perfume gave him a hard-on! Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he hadn't been able to get her alone for any length of time.

Descending the stairs from the stage, Jon pulled off his sweat soaked shirt and glanced around. As he wiped his face with the towel a staffer handed him, and started towards his dressing room, his eyes continually scanned the area around him. But his assistant was nowhere to be seen.

David had been watching his frontman, a smirk twisting his lips. He knew what - or rather who - he was looking for. When she wasn't in the control room they passed, he had a pretty good idea where she was. When they neared Jon's dressing room, David nudged him. "Need some extra time before we leave tonight?"

Jon didn't even blink. "If she's in there....yes."

"I'll distract everyone, but are you sure you can't wait until you get back to the hotel?" He looked like a kid denied candy.

Jon snorted. "Fuck off."

David sighed. "I've tried that, but it doesn't work very well."

Hand on the doorknob, Jon shook his head. "Go soak your head asshole." Opening the door, he stepped into the room, glancing around as he did so.

Brianna looked up as the door opened. Damn it! Not fast enough. She'd been hoping to finish packing up what he didn't need anymore and get out of the room before he returned.......at least her head did. Her libido was a different matter, but she was ignoring that.

Or trying to. 

Coming face to face with Jon's bare, sweaty chest had her nostrils flaring and the urge to lick was almost overwhelming. Don't do it Bri. Fight it. You're not that kind of woman. You're better than that.

When their eyes met and locked, the sparks flew. Jon closed the door and reached bend him to lock it. Stepping close to her, he dropped his shirt and ran his hands up her arms to grip her shoulders and haul her against him.

Brianna's hands came up to brace against his chest, but she made no effort to push him away. The heat and hunger in the cobalt depths of his eyes mesmerized her. She watched silently as his head dipped and his mouth captured hers.

The touch of their lips acted like bellows on the embers of their passion, fanning it into a full blown fire that burned through any arguments her conscience could raise. She knew she was lost before her back hit the wall. Her fingers flexed into his pecs as their tongues dueled, nails biting lightly. The combination of his hot skin under her hands, the musky scent of him in her nose and his tangy flavour exploding on her tongue swept away all thoughts except that she needed more.

Sensing victory, Jon tilted his head, deepening the kiss even more. When her hands slid up over his shoulders and into his hair, he set his hands on her body, stroking up and down her sides before shifting to cover her breasts. There his fingers played, squeezing, caressing and rubbing until the nipples pebbled under the silk of her sleeveless blouse.

Her moan was swallowed by his mouth and her back arched, pressing her body even closer to his. With a low growl, Jon made short work of the buttons on her blouse and brushed it aside, revealing the plump mounds of her breasts swelling over the lacy cups of her bra.

Tearing his mouth from hers, he looked down to feast his eyes on the sight. Calloused fingertips caressed bare skin and pinched the hard tips, making her gasp. Unable to resist another second, he bent to take her flesh into his mouth, biting and sucking her through the lace, rubbing the sensitive crest with his tongue.

Brianna fisted her hands in his hair, holding him against her, mewling at the bolts of sensation radiating through her body. "Jon......please!"

He didn't stop to clarify what she was pleading for - he couldn't take the chance she wanted him to stop. He lifted his head to switch to her other breast, his hands lowering to reach for the hem of her skirt. In one smooth motion he pulled until the material was bunched around her waist.

Brianna's head dropped back to hit the wall behind her at the feel of his hand sliding between her legs. She cried out when her moved aside the strip of her thong and buried one finger inside her moist channel. When he added a second finger she whimpered, her hips rocking against his hand. "Jon!" Her breath came in pants. "Need you...inside me...now!"

Not about to argue when she was offering him relief for his aching cock, he used his free hand to open his pants and started to push them down over his hips, not really surprised to feel her hands ready to help. His erection freed, he withdrew his fingers and used them to guide the throbbing shaft into her body. Grasping her knee, he lifted her leg until she hooked it over his hip. His head lifted to recapture her mouth just in time to muffle her scream when his full length breached her.

Like a match set to paper, their passion exploded. The feel of her flesh holding him tightly, the hot wetness surrounding him assuring him of  her body's welcome, snapped what little control he had left and his hips began to move. Gentleness was beyond him, rendered impossible by his fierce, aching need. Each thrust was harder and reached deeper than the last.

But Brianna didn't mind. In fact, she wanted more. Moaning deep in her throat, her hips rocked against his and her hands gripped his back, pulling him closer. She broke the kiss to gasp for breath. "Yes! Yes! Jon!" Her fingers curled involuntarily, nails biting.

"Fuck!" Jon groaned against her throat as he exploded inside her.

Brianna cried out, his spasms triggering hers. "JON! YES!"

For several minutes the room was silent except for their gasps as they fought to get their breath back. Finally, Jon blew out a breath, withdrew from her body and stepped back to look at her. Once again he hadn't taken the time to let her hair down, and while satisfying, he'd like to be able to take his time and explore her body and the limits of her passion. Meeting her glowing golden eyes, his lips twisted. "That was a great appetizer, but I'm still hungry. Let's get back to the hotel and settle in for the main course."

She stared at him for a long moment, debating, but realized she just couldn't fight it anymore. "Your room or mine?"

Smirk grew into a grin. "Yours. And I want you to be as loud as you possibly can...especially when you're screaming my name. Let Lemma choke on his jealousy."

She laughed. "I'll see what I can do."