Chapter 121

 Brianna was still laughing as she rushed into their bedroom. "You're crazy!"

"Crazy about you." Closing the door behind him, he caught her around the waist and pulled her against him. His gaze swept over her face. "You're so beautiful."

She smiled and blushed. Despite his frequent compliments, she still wasn't used to them. "Thank you."

"You're.....glowing."

She shrugged."I'm happy."

"Good. I plan to keep you that way. Although......I think I like you even more when your eyes are glowing." He grinned and lowered his head.

In his kiss she tasted more than just desire. Underneath was something stronger, something longer lasting: respect, commitment, love. With a sigh, she sank into it, savoured it.

As their passion grew, Jon groaned and broke away. "Damn, Golden Eyes."

"What's wrong?"

"You're hell on my self control."

Brianna slid her hands up his chest to undo his tie. "And that's a bad thing why?"

"Because I have plans. And they involve you, me, naked....with no chance of interruption....and all the time we want. And we can't guarantee that here."

"I didn't hear mention of a bed in those plans."

His lips twitched. "A bed is optional. I'm flexible."

"So am I." She reminded him.

"And we're going to put that to the test."

"Mmmm. Sounds.....delicious. But you know," she began removing the studs from his shirt. "We have some time now for....a little appetizer."

"Uh uh." He grabbed her hands to halt her undressing him. "Once we start I'm not stopping until neither one of us can move. Let's get changed, say goodbye to everyone and get out of here."

Her bottom lip came out in a pout that almost shattered his control. "Fine." Turning her back to him, she lifted her veil out of the way. "Unzip me?" When he obliged, she turned to face him and let her dress fall to the floor revealing her corset and stockings.

A growl rumbled in his chest. "Brat!"

Throaty chuckles trailed behind her as she walked into the closet. "But you love me anyway."

"Yes, I do." Shrugging out of his jacket, he took a few calming breaths before following her to the large closet to change his clothes. 

Thankfully he'd taken long enough - and she'd taken pity on him - that she'd pulled a sundress on. Although, the filmy yellow dress  with its spaghetti straps, plunging neckline and flirty skirt that ended just above her knee didn't do much to dampen his desire. The warm colour highlighted her eyes and made her tanned skin glow and all that bared skin lured him to touch. His stomach - or maybe it was someplace lower - clenched. "Did I say we were going somewhere warm? You might get cold in that."

She stared at him for a moment, wondering if she'd guessed wrong. No way. I know him better than that. "Nice try, but I know you Mr. Beach Bum." She pulled on a short, light sweater and reached for her sandals. "Besides, if I get cold I know you'll warm me up."

His mouth went dry at the sight of her legs as she tightened the strap on the high heeled sandal. Damn! Turning his back on her in self preservation he reached for a button down shirt and khakis. By the time he was changed and closed his suitcase, Brianna had hung up his tux and closed her own.

"Ready?"

"Yes."

She led the way out of the bedroom and down the stairs with Jon following with the suitcases. He set the bags in the foyer, then joined his wife to make a last round of the backyard to say goodbye to their guests.

They were met at the door by Carol and Tony carrying Romeo and Jake who were half asleep.

"Nite guys." Brianna kissed their heads. "You guys be good for Grandma and Grandpa while we're away, okay?"

"When will you be back?" Jake lifted his head from Tony's shoulder to ask.

"Two weeks." His father answered.

"How many days dat?" Romeo wanted to know.

"Fourteen."

"No! Too many! You come home 'morrow, kay?"

"We'll be back before you know it." Brianna assured him.

His pout was interrupted by a yawn.

Carol saw it. "Come on boys, bed time."

Romeo laid his head on his grandmother's shoulder and waved at his father and stepmother.

"Bye. We'll see you soon."

"Bring me something." Jake suggested.

"Only if you behave while we're gone." Jon responded.

In the tent, they made the rounds.

"Thanks for everything." Brianna hugged her brothers and sisters-in-law. "Everything was perfect."

"It really was." Lisa agreed. "We wish you both all the happiness in the world."

Richard eyed Jon. "I'm glad you didn't let Father run you off."

"No chance." Jon assured him. "He actually made me want to marry her even more so that I could protect her from his attitude."

"Good." Michael reached out to shake his new brother-in-law's hand. "She deserves to be appreciated and cared for."

"She will be."

"Don't make me cry. My makeup will run!" Brianna chided them with a sniff and a watery smile.

"Hey Beautiful! Don't think you can sneak out without saying goodbye."

"I wouldn't even try Lemma." Brianna assured him as she reached to hug him.

She quickly found herself enveloped by the whole band.

"It's not too late to back out you know. You could get an annulment. The marriage hasn't been consummated yet."

"Are you sure? They were alone in the house for quite a while."

"Naw. Even Kidd's not that fast."

"Fuck off. All of you." Jon growled. "Come on Golden Eyes, let's get out of here and away from these assholes."

Brianna's laughter as she allowed her husband to lead her away quickly faded as they met up with her parents.

"Brianna, everything was beautiful. You did a fantastic job." Sara hugged her daughter. "Have a good trip."

"Thanks Mom and thanks for your help."

Sara reached out for Jon's hand. Looking back and forth between the couple, she blinked back tears. "Be happy."

Fighting tears of her own, Brianna eyed her father, unsure of his frame of mind at this point. She was surprised when he pulled her in for a hug.

"Have a good trip." Stepping back, he simply nodded at Jon.

"Thank you Father."

"Jon!" Matt called from the door of the house. "There's a car here looking for the bride and groom!"

"Coming!" But when he tried to guide Brianna towards the house, she resisted. "Honey?"

Brianna craned her neck, looking around the back yard. "Where's Steph and Jessie?"

"Here." Jessie answered as he walked up to hug them both. "Have fun. And yes, I'll help clean all of this up."

"And I'll help Grandma with the little ones." Stephanie assured them as she joined them.

"Thanks. You guys are great." Brianna hugged them both. "I love you."

"Me too." Jon added. "We've both got our cells if you need us."

"Go." Stephanie waved them off. "We'll be fine. Have fun."

"Okay." Brianna turned and waved at everyone. "Bye!"

The drive to the Teterboro airport passed quickly and before they new it they were boarding an executive jet. The plane was smaller than the one the band took on tour, but it was more luxurious. The seats swivelled and were large and plush, there was a flat screen TV, DVD player and state of the art sound system.

While Jon talked to the crew, Brianna explored. The fully stocked bar and kitchen were no surprise, but the size of the bathroom was. She could actually turn around in it. There was even a shower! "Nice!"

"Mrs. Bongiovi, we're ready to take off if you'd like to take a seat." The flight attendant stood in the doorway.

When she didn't answer immediately, or even look up from examining the marble counter top, Jon smiled. "Honey."

"Hmm?"

"She's talking to you. You are Mrs. Bongiovi are you not?"

Brianna smiled. "As of about eight hours ago I am." She turned to the flight attendant. "Sorry. No one has called me that yet. I'm not used to it."

"Congratulations."

"Thank you." Moving into the main cabin, Brianna sat down, her gaze sweeping around again. "This is really nice."

"Yeah." Jon agreed from his seat on the opposite side of a small table. "Just don't tell Lemma or he'll hound my ass to get one for the tour."

"It'll be our secret." She promised. As the plane taxied down the runway, she leaned back in her seat. "Are you going to tell me where we're going now?"

He gave it some consideration, then shook his head. "Not yet."

"And you call me a brat. Why not?"

"You haven't given me any......incentive." His blue eyes glittered like sapphires.

Brianna snorted. "As I recall, I tried to give you some incentive when we were changing, but you turned me down."

"Only temporarily. Until we have more time and privacy." He assured her.

"Hmpf!"  Okay Sweetheart, you asked for it. Shifting in her chair, she shrugged out of her sweater and slowly uncrossed and recrossed her legs.

The table between them did little to block his view of all that smooth skin and shapely limbs. His eyes ate up every bit of it. He knew what she was doing, but he couldn't look away. And he refused to let her know it was working. He just grit his teeth and hoped his control held out until they reached their destination.

When the seatbelt sign went off, The flight attendant brought them champagne and strawberries with whip cream. Brianna stood and searched for the remote control for the TV. "See anything you like?"

"Mmmhmm." But his gaze was locked on the rear view she showed him, not the screen. His arm snaked out to curl around her waist and pull her back and onto his lap. "But holding is even better than looking."

With a gentle smile curving her lips, she curled comfortably into his lap, where he held her with one hand on her hip, the other on her knee. She rested her head on his shoulder and undid a few buttons on his shirt so she could stroke him and tangle her fingers in his chest hair.

She reached out for a strawberry and dipped it into the whip cream. Lifting it to her mouth she bit in. "Mmmmm."

The juice glistening on her lips took all the moisture from his mouth, making it difficult to swallow "Is it good?"

His gravelly tone rumbled in her chest. "Mmmm. Want a taste?" When he opened his mouth, she took another bite and lifted her her face toward his.

At the first touch of their lips, the combined taste of fruit and woman exploded in his mouth. With a low growl he pushed his tongue between her lips for a deeper, more thorough taste.

When he finally lifted his head, they were both breathing heavily. He had no recollection of sliding his hand under her skirt, but the warm smooth skin of her thigh under his hand told him that he had. "Delicious."

Whether he was talking about the berry or her skin, neither knew - or cared. They just wanted more. For the next while, they shared fruit and wine, kisses and soft touches, until Brianna was sure she was going to burst into flame. Her fevered skin was a tingling mass of sensation, her nipples were so hard they ached - but not as much as the empty core of her body. She knew Jon was not unaffected. The hard ridge of his erection under her told her if the heaving of his chest wasn't proof enough. But he still held back. In self preservation, she stood and escaped to the bathroom.

She splashed cold water on her face and ran it over her wrists. Even so, it took several minutes before her blood stopped pounding through her veins. Blowing out a breath, she stared at her reflection in the mirror and debated whether she was calmed down enough to rejoin her husband. Suddenly, the door opened and Jon slipped in, closing the door behind him. The snick of the lock had her brow rising. "Did you need in here?"

He stepped closer behind her, his hands sliding around her waist and up to cup her breasts. His lips nuzzled the tender skin under her ear. "What I need is right here."

Brianna's eyes drifted closed and her head tilted to the side to give him more access as she leaned back against him. When he lifted the sensitive mounds out of her dress and fondled them, she groaned. "What happened to waiting until we were alone and naked?"

"I've waited enough over the last few days while you tortured me." A quick shift of his hands spun her around to face him. Gripping her hips, he lifted her to sit on the countertop and moved her knees apart until he could stand in between. "And this doesn't count as part of my plan. This is just a little teaser to take the edge off."

He cradled her face in his hands. "You are so beautiful." His mouth captured hers once again. This time he didn't hold back. His tongue stabbed deep, then lured hers out until he could suck on it. At the same time, his hands drifted down her body - one to cover and squeeze a breast, fingers pinching an already throbbing nipple, the other to skim down to her knee, then coast back up her inner thigh to the soaked strip of material covering the pulsing flesh of her femininity. Hardly a barrier, he pushed it aside and slid two fingers deep.

Brianna inhaled sharply at the sudden invasion. Not from pain - she was too aroused for that, but the abruptness of his penetration surprised her. Obviously his patience had run out. And that was fine by her. The passion that had subsided to simmer returned to a full boil at his first touch. But teasing touches weren't enough. She needed him inside her....now.

Lifting one knee up to hook over his hip, she reached between them. Unable to access his belt, she gripped his erection through his pants, gratified when he groaned and stiffened. She tore he mouth from his. "Need you. Now!"

The only answer Jon could manage was a grunt of agreement. His hands left her body only long enough to open his pants and and shove them down over his hips. Then his hands returned to grip her hips and tilt her towards him. Her legs locked around him and she gasped as he plunged deep.

"Oh! Mmmmm." Brianna moaned, wrapped her arms around his neck and nipped his earlobe. "Now fuck me!"

A growl rumbled in his throat as he complied. All gentleness evaporated under the churning of his hips. His breath rasped in her ear, his hands slipped on her skin as sweat coated his body and he fought for control. But being close to her without being able to have her, even for just a few days, was more than his libido could withstand. He wasn't going to last much longer.

Brianna was well aware of his approaching explosion. She could feel it in the tension in his body. Considering she was nearing her own detonation point, she considered the timing perfect. "Yes! There! Right there! Mmmmmm."

"Give it to me Golden Eyes. Now!"

"Yes!"

Shattering together, all they could do was hold on while convulsions racked their bodies.

"Fuck!" Jon finally was finally able to take a breath, and straightened. "That was....."

"Yeah." It was all she could manage to say.

"You okay?"

She nodded, then snorted. "I will be....as soon...as I...can breathe.....again."

As Jon stepped back, they both groaned at the feel of him leaving her body. It would be a miracle if she wasn't bruised. After cleaning himself up, he handed her the damp cloth and pulled up his pants. 

Brianna let him help her down off the counter and leaned against it. "I need a few minutes."

He nodded. "Okay." Unlocking the door, he exited, closing the door behind him.

When she rejoined him in the main cabin and sat down, he refilled her champagne glass. "Thanks." She eyed him while she sipped and crooked a brow. "So. Are you going to tell me where we're going now?"

Jon chuckled. "I guess you've earned it." He got up and walked over to his bag, unzipping a pocket and pulling out a folded glossy paper. Returning to the table, he slid the brochure over to her.  "Peter Island in the British Virgin Islands."