It was Thursday and we had nothing to do all day but sleep in and possibly make a few phone calls before the show tonight. Jon was sound asleep alongside of me, stretched out and snoring up a storm today. We’d rolled in at almost 4 AM last night and we both fell asleep as soon as we hit the sheets. It was almost eleven now and although I was tired, Jon’s snoring was just too loud to ignore and I wasn’t going to wake him when he had a show tonight.
I looked over and watched him and had to laugh. There was the God of Rock looking like a tired little boy and sawing wood like a buzz saw!
I got out of bed carefully to avoid disturbing him and went to start the coffee. I could really use it as I was a bit hung over and drained from all the excitement. I giggled again as I could still hear him over the sound of the coffee pot gurgling and starting to brew.
I took my coffee and sat outside on the patio. It was a gorgeous day. The birds were chirping and the sun felt wonderful on my face. I should call my Dad but I was feeling a bit rough, so I decided to call my sister first and ease myself into what I hoped wouldn’t be as unpleasant as last time.
“Hello?” my sister answered.
“It’s me. How’s it going? Has Daddy settled down any yet?” I asked hesitantly.
“I’m glad you called. He was still on a tear yesterday, but I took him an article from People magazine with your picture in it and he got really quiet and read it. He said ‘I hope she knows what the Hell she’s doing’ and then we talked a little bit about it. It was a nice article, but they’re saying he’s in love with a mystery woman. How come they don‘t mention your name?” she asked, unsure how to take it.
I explained it was because we wanted to keep as much as possible private and that Jon doesn’t typically share much about his private life anyway.
“The less detail they know, the more privacy we have” I explained further.
“Oh. I guess that makes sense. We just wondered if he was trying to hide the relationship” she said thoughtfully.
“Hardly, I’m just not accustomed to dealing with the paparazzi everywhere and I’d rather not get used to it. Besides, Jon handles the press really well, I think. What else did the article say?” I was curious.
“It was a nice article and mostly about him and the band and all, but that you’re the only one he’s seemed serious about since his wife and that seemed to calm daddy down some” she added.
I then proceeded to tell her about Jon’s surprise last night at the party with Sam Elliott and even she was impressed.
“Wow. That’s something. And you say he’s planning to come to Buffalo at the end of the week?” she questioned.
“Yep. The band will be on a break and he’ll stay with me while I’m working. It’s not like I’m quitting my job and running off to join the circus. Tell dad” I said, laughing.
“No, you tell him. Call him today” she admonished me before we said goodbye.
I hung up the phone and took a deep breath. I loved my father, but he was a hard man to deal with at times. I was so happy with Jon and I didn’t want to fight or argue with my father, but he deserved to hear from me. I knew he hadn’t called me because he didn’t want to fight either and he knew I wasn’t going to listen to his warnings. I braced myself and dialed.
“Dad?” I said as he answered the phone in his usually brusque manner.
“Trisha? I didn’t expect to hear from you. Is everything alright?” he asked, always anticipating the worst.
“Everything is great, dad. I’m just checking in” I replied hesitantly.
“You still in New Jersey?” he responded.
“Yep. We’ll be heading back to Buffalo on Sunday and Jon will be staying with me while the band is on a break” I explained.
I waited for a sarcastic reply, but instead he just said simply “I saw your picture in a magazine with him. You looked nice. I’m glad you aren’t running off to follow him though. You’ve worked too hard to risk it all for someone you barely know.”
He had thought about this and he had calmed down.
“Dad, I’m not giving up anything. And I know we haven’t known each other very long, but I feel more connected now than I did when I was married. For once, I’m trying to trust my gut since listening to my head hasn’t worked so well in the past. Please understand” I pleaded.
He was silent. After a long pause, he spoke finally.
“Maybe you’re right. Listening to my head and not my heart was always my problem too. Just don’t ignore your common sense” he finished.
Finally, the acceptance I was looking for had come. I went on to tell him about last night’s surprise and the rest of the week’s events and we said goodbye on a good note. I hoped someday he’d get to meet Jon as I felt sure he’d like him if he knew him.
It was noon now and I noticed that the buzz saw was silent. Jon walked out onto the patio in his robe, coffee in hand.
“What’s up, babe?” he asked, stretching and yawning.
“Morning, love. I didn’t want to wake you and I had a few phone calls to make. I talked to my dad” I answered.
“So, is he coming up on the next flight to pummel me?” he quipped.
“No, actually, he’s much better about this today. I think he realized I wasn’t running away to join the circus after all!” I laughed.
“Really? Good, babe, I’m glad. I know how much he means to you. Do you think it might be safe for me to meet him someday?” he asked.
“I’d love that, actually and I think you’d actually like each other. You’re both perfectionists. You’d certainly speak the same language!” I teased.
“Do you think they’d like to fly up for a show? Today or tomorrow?” he suggested.
“I don’t think dad is quite ready for that! Uhmmm, he isn’t exactly you’re biggest fan yet. Besides, I think it would be better to meet my dad on his turf, not yours” I said honestly, thinking about his comments in the past about how he didn’t see how I could listen to that “noise” and Jon laughed.
“As long as you’re still my biggest fan, darlin’. Maybe we could go to Florida on a weekend over the next few weeks?” he added, grinning at me.
“I AM your biggest fan, love, make no mistake! Would you really be willing to fly down there and meet my folks?” I asked, excited.
“Sure! And you could meet mine too. They live down there too and I know my Mom would love it. We could take the plane? What do you think?” he said, serious now.
“I think that could work! There’s a holiday coming up and I’ll have a long weekend. I’d love to meet your Mom and Dad and hear stories about you when you were a little kid!” I replied and Jon rolled his eyes.
“Oh, shit. My Mom loves to regale people with stories of what a brat I could be. Maybe I better rethink this” he commented, laughing as he leaned over and kissed me. His robe came open and I noticed Lil’ Jon was wide awake too.
“Come back to bed, babe” he purred, looking down at me with half closed eyes and
I stood up obediently, unable to resist his command or the look in his eyes.
“You’re not hungry? I was going to make breakfast” I offered.
“I’m hungry alright, but food can wait” he crooned, untying my robe and pulling me against his chest as Lil’ Jon poked at me rather pointedly. I slid my hands around his waist as he kissed the hollow between my shoulder and my neck.
“I am your slave, master. You lead and I’ll follow” I said hoarsely and Jon laughed low as he led me back to the bed.
He pushed my robe off my shoulders, letting his drop to the floor as well, as he eased me back onto the bed. He lowered himself on top of me and I spread my legs to welcome him as he entered me slowly. Nothing in the world felt so good as the way it felt when he was inside me.
“I want to spend the day in bed with you, darlin’, and take our time. I wanna make love to you all afternoon” he said softly as he began a slow, steady rhythm.
I melted against him as our movements began to naturally match each other. He was taking his time and the gentle ebb and flow felt luxurious. My eyes fluttered closed as I became absorbed in the motion of his thrusts. He bent and kissed each eyelid, his soft lips light as a feather as his fingers tenderly caressed my cheeks. I sank my fingers into the silky mane of hair falling just above his shoulders and smiled at him, inviting his lips to meet mine.
He took my lower lip between his own, tugging slightly as he pulled it into his warm mouth, savoring it and then releasing it slowly. His tongue parted my lips and I opened for him to come inside deeper. Our tongues flirted and teased, playfully taunting each other until capture.
Jon’s fingers slid beneath my shoulders and his tongue stroked my neck, now arched before him. He followed with a flurry of tiny kisses, falling like gentle rain upon my throat. He nuzzled my chin with his nose and I purred my pleasure into his hair. His lips came to rest in the hollow at my throat and his tongue tickled as he licked the first beads of sweat there.
My hands had moved, gripping his ass, rock hard with muscle, and I pulled him more tightly to me. He moaned softly and slid his fingers along my arms, pulling my hands away as he was in no hurry. Our fingers locked and he raised my arms above my head, holding them there.
I yielded to him as he pinned me, returning his attention now to my shoulders. His chin, roughened by his morning stubble, grazed along my shoulder, sending shivers of excitement to my breasts, the nipples forming hardened missiles aimed at touching his chest, just out of reach as he held himself above me.
He licked along my collarbone, bathing me with his warm tongue until I thought I would die. Still holding my hands, he pulled my arms down to my sides as he lowered his mouth to my breasts, licking and then sucking each stiffened nipple in turn.
“Aaahhhhh” I sighed deeply as his tongue swirled about the erect tip.
I strained against the thrill, but he held me there firmly, and chuckled as he maintained control, tightening his grip on my hands, my fingers alternately spreading wide and closing again, as my passion took over.
He raised his head and looked at me and I returned his gaze through heavy lidded eyes, and the smoldering desire he saw made his blue eyes deepen and grow dark. He caught his breath and, with a look suddenly raw with his own need, took me fully.
He pulled my hands above my head again and covered my mouth with his, devouring it, as he plunged deep inside my aching center. The rhythm, no longer slow, became fierce and demanding, as he thrust harder and faster, and I bucked uncontrollably in response. His kisses were fierce now too, and his loss of composure fanned the flame that was burning in every fiber of my being. Each nerve in my body was on fire and every thrust made me cry in exquisite pleasure as my body shuddered with my release.
My cries made him hotter and he exploded inside me and I gripped his quaking shaft with my spasms. He groaned loud and deep as he came, trembling from the force of it, as his body collapsed on top of mine.
We lay there in a sweaty heap, unable to move or speak, holding onto each other for salvation. Minutes passed. And still we lay there until Jon shifted slightly, withdrawing what was left of his now drained dragon from my cave. We rolled to our sides and I rested my head upon his chest, our eyes still closed and he kissed my hair, stroking my back tenderly as our breathing slowed. My limbs were heavy and I couldn’t have moved if I tried.
“Nap?” he asked, barely audible.
Too spent to speak, I nodded weakly, and we let sleep overtake us.