Chapter 102

 “Daddy, daddy, daddy!”

His boys came running at him full-throttle out the front door as soon as they heard the car pull up.  It was the best part of a tour – the welcome home.  It had a comfortable familiarity, but was as fresh the April day.  It would never get old.

“There’s my favorite monsters,” Jon teased, easing out of the car with a grimace.  His knee was giving him fits again.  At least the plane ride had been a short one today.

“I’m a werewolf like Jacob!” Romeo cried, pretending to claw at Jon as he got his bag from the back of the car.  He feigned terror, hiding behind his carryon and making his youngest giggle.  

“I’m a vampire like Edward,” Jakey countered.  “Can you see me sparkle in the sunlight?”

Friggin’ Twilight.  Kids don’t even know what a good monster is nowadays.

He ruffled Jake’s hair affectionately and guided the two boys into the foyer, where his beautiful daughter was waiting.  With a grin at the two of them, he asked the boy, “Why do you think I have my sunglasses on and hurried you inside?  You just about blinded me with that, buddy.”

“Hi, Daddy.”  Stephanie slipped her hands up to rest atop his shoulders, giving him a peck on the cheek.

“Oh, no, no.”  He clamped his arms firmly around her waist with a sinister laugh.  “Ya can’t think you’re getting away that easy?  We’re actually together in the same room for the first time in God knows how long.  Give your old man a hug.” 

His tight embrace squeezed the breath from her, and she squealed like the little girl she would always be – to him anyway.

“Oh my God, have you ever heard of personal space?”  She rolled her eyes, pushing him away and pretending to be irritated.  The sparkle in those baby blues gave away her secret pleasure with the attention.  She may be almost a grown woman, but she loved it when Jon made over her.

“Just keep that in mind when you go out on Prom night, okay?”

“Da-ad,” she groaned. 

“Where are Jesse and your mother?”

“Jess is at a friend’s house, and mom’s in her dojo.”

“Will you make sure your brothers don’t burn down the house while I go say hi to Mom?”

She snorted with a look that said she knew more than a sixteen year old should.  “Say hi? Is that what you old people call it?”

He snapped his eyebrows down and pointed a threatening finger at her nose.  “First of all, who the hell you callin’ old?  And watch your mouth, young lady.  YOU young people better not be calling it ANYTHING.”

He couldn’t stand to think of his daughter having sex, and positively refused to acknowledge that it was a possibility.   It was a case of complete denial, and he was okay with that.  Even at fifteen years old, Jesse was a different story.  Hell, he could even puff out a little testosterone pride at that, but not his little girl.  Nope.

Was he being chauvinistic?  Most definitely. 

Did he care?  Not in the least.

“Whatever, Dad.  I’ve got the boys.. go ‘say hi’.”

It should probably bother him that she knew his ulterior motive in seeking out his wife, but it didn’t.  He would be celebrating his twenty-first wedding anniversary in just under a week, and still loved and desired his wife.  That was nothing to be embarrassed about.  Every teenager should be lucky enough to know that their parents were still getting it on.

“I’m gonna pretend you don’t know anything you shouldn’t and do just that.  If Richie and Allegra show up, tell them they can have the guest house.”

With that and a kiss on the cheek, he descended the stairs to the lower level of the house. 

Clearing the last step, he lightened his footsteps in an effort to catch his wife unaware.  He’d never told her, but sometimes he would watch her work out.  All that controlled aggression and power was a turn-on.  Dorothea was a strong woman in more ways than one, and he wouldn’t admit it if a lighter was held to his balls, but it was nice to let her take over his life when he was home.

Stealthy as a cat, he prowled to just outside the open doorway.  The mirrors surrounding the room gave Dorothea a full view of her surroundings, and he wasn’t ready to be spotted just yet.  Leaning against the wall, he watched her beat the hell out of the heavy bag with both her fists and her legs in a seemingly random pattern. 

But he knew better.  His wife had developed a training routine over the years that optimized and combined cardio and strength training.   The damp patterns of sweat on her light gray tank and workout pants indicated that she’d been at this a while already.  She should begin the cool down soon.

And then I’ll heat her right back up.

by the time she took off the workout boots and gloves, her messy topknot had disintegrated into wild strands of hair clinging to a face damp with perspiration.   Blowing the air from her lungs, she positioned herself in front of the far wall and began to maneuver her body through her typical cool down routine – a series of Tai Chi poses.

Her arms extended in front of her, she concentrated on executing smooth, fluid motions as she contorted herself into a different position.  He never could remember all the crazy names that those poses had, no matter how many times she told him. 

Rather than belabor the point, he chose to move a little further into the doorway for a better view of her spectacular backside.  There were a lot of younger women throwing themselves at him on a regular basis, and he was damn appreciative of all their assets, but no one’s ass made his palms itch like Dottie’s.

“If you’re waiting for me to drop to my knees and blow you like some damn rock star, you’ve got a long wait coming.”

He grinned and met her eyes in the mirrored wall.  “You probably wouldn’t swallow anyway.”

Despite herself, she couldn’t help but laugh.  “You’re smarter than you look.”

Stepping fully into the room, he reached for her hands, spinning her around and hauling her in close.   His hands cupped her backside and squeezed.   “I was smart enough to marry you,” he murmured before capturing her mouth in a soul searching kiss.

She had a taste like his favorite wine - bold, yet subtle.  That was actually a pretty good summary all the way around for this woman who’d captured his heart all those years ago at Sayreville War Memorial High.

Her arms twined around his neck and she melted into the embrace, eventually pulling her mouth free to whisper, “Then I’d say you’re the smartest man I know.”

A sultry chuckle escaped from his throat, and he rumbled, “That means whatever I say will sound like a good idea, right?”

“Not likely, but try me,” she told him with an arched brow.

“I’ll lock the door and you get your sexy ass out of those clothes.  It’s time to christen the dojo, baby.”  He pulled his shirt over his head and moved to click the lock in place.

“You’re kidding me.”

“Hell, no I’m not kidding!”  His hands reached for the belt at his waist while toeing off his boots.  “Thinking about fooling around with all these mirrors has me raring to go already.”  The zipper inched downward and a full erection sprang out of his jeans.

“Jon, I’m all sweaty…” she tried to protest.

“So?  If you shower now, I’ll just have you all sweaty again.”  He kicked his pants to the side and tugged off his socks, throwing them on top.  His denim blue eyes locked in on her with a sexy little smile.  “Baby, you’re gonna love it, I promise, because I’m about to BEG.  You know how much you love to make me beg.”

Dot crossed her arms and surveyed him with feigned indifference.  In all actuality, she was almost as much of a pushover as all those pre-menopausal women he pranced in front of every night.

Damn it to hell, he’s still got it after all this time.

“Yeah?  Well if you know what I like so much, show me whatcha got.”

Victory was his.  He could taste it as surely as he was about to taste her.

“Baby, please, please PLEASE…  I wanna see your gorgeous ass swaying in that mirror while you’re on your knees, head bobbing up and down on my cock.”

Over the course of their marriage, he’d talked her into a lot of crazy sexual exploits.  This one was so mundane that it didn’t even register on the radar, yet still she hesitated.  All kidding aside, she hated giving him oral sex.  Not because she didn’t want to swallow, as he thought, but because he’d had blow jobs from at least a hundred different women – some of them professionals.  She had made peace with it a long time ago, but she wasn’t – and never would be – one of many.  She was his WIFE and he didn’t need the confusion.

Unfortunately, this time she found the offer a little too tempting to resist.  Stripping off her tank, her breasts bounced freely as she tossed it to the floor.  “Don’t get used to this.”

He reached for her, gently kneading the breasts that just filled his hands while she disposed of the rest of her clothes.

“I think you wanna see it just as bad as I do.”  He pulled her close and had his middle finger buried in her wet center before she could protest.  “You’re wet just thinking about it,” he whispered in her ear.  “If that’s doin’ it for ya, then just imagine when I return the favor.  You’ll explode watching me eat your pussy like a damn gourmet meal. ”

Her hand reached up to curl around his throbbing erection.  “Shut up and get ready for the best blow you’ll ever have.”  After kissing him deeply enough to elicit a guttural moan, she dropped lithely to the floor.

“That’s it,” he crooned, burying his hands in her hair and guiding her mouth where he wanted it most.   Her lips parted, slipping over him with a moist friction that sent tingles to his toes.  “Ohhhh, yeah,” Jon groaned, seeing their reflection in the mirrors.  He could see every movement at the same instant he felt it, and his abs tightened when her fingers traced through the coarse hair below his belly button.

Hungry lips sucked at him like a favorite lollipop, tongue swirling at his head over and over, slowing only to drink in the beads of clear liquid that formed at the tip.  Her mouth and hands expertly worked him until his knees locked to keep from buckling from the intensity.  The sweat trickled down his brow as he fought to control the urge to flood her mouth with his release. 

Not a good idea.

Easing away from her sinful lips and tongue, he dropped to his knees to meet her eye to eye.  “You’ve been holding out on me,” he murmured, the slippery sheen on her lips too great to resist.  He fell on them with a deep-throated growl, lapping ravenously.

Her shoulder blades shifted in the mirror, and he watched her arms lift to wrap around his neck.  His hands slid all the way down her back, reaching to cup her bottom, his thumb stroking along the cleft between her cheeks.

“I believe you said something about a gourmet meal?”

His cock jumped at the sultry purr.  “Funny, I was just thinking how I’m starving.”

Easing her to the floor, he followed, kissing a trail from her neck all the way down to where his feast lay awaiting him.  Burying his nose in the close cropped curls, his tongue slipped out to flick at the little button that would send her into overdrive in nothing flat.    He wasted no time in devouring the delicacy laid before him, his ministrations fast and furious. 

Glancing at the mirrored wall, he could see that her eyes were riveted on his head dipping up and down between her legs as he lapped up the freely flowing juices. 

“Jesus…” she breathed, thigh muscles clenching in anticipation of the explosion.  “That’s it baby.  Just like that…”

Jon abruptly abandoned what he was doing, and slid himself up her torso, their sweat intermingling and allowing him to glide freely.  In a heartbeat, he was wrapped in her sizzling confines, grinding to get the extra millimeter it would take to hit her hot spot.

“Yes!  Harder!”

Levering himself back, he put all his weight behind it and plunged in full force, hesitating only a fraction of a second before repeating the motion.  The tempo and intensity escalated to that of a jackhammer, and he banged at his wife with an overpowering lust. 

Dot’s breath held in expectation of the explosion that was on its way, clenching her legs tightly around his waist and arching to meet his determined thrusts.  The air was vented from her in a low, guttural groan of satisfaction when eruption came.

Knowing that she’d reached her target, Jon struck out after his own, hips pistoning furiously until he crested with a howl of completion and collapsed on top of her.

A pleasantly exhausted smile swept across his features when he met her eyes in the mirror.  “That was pretty hot,” he declared, still winded from the exertion.

“Welcome home, baby.”

♫♥♫

“What has you distracted, mi corazon?”

Tico lifted his head in surprise, thinking that he’d been paying attention to everything his wife had said.  They’d been talking about Hector’s kindergarten class and how much he enjoyed his art and music lessons.

He reached for her hand across the restaurant table with a look of chagrin.  “I’m sorry, querida, I didn’t mean to zone out on you.  Did I miss something?”

Her long brown hair brushed across one bare shoulder when she shook her head.  “No, you didn’t miss anything, but your mind is obviously elsewhere.  Are there problems on the tour?”

A cigar appeared from his shirt pocket, and he was grateful for the outdoor bistro and sunny skies.  Putting a match to the end, he puffed repeatedly until it was fully lit.  Leaning back in his seat, he wondered if giving voice to his suspicions was a good idea.

It wasn’t that he had a desire to keep anything from his wife.  He felt comfortable sharing most anything with her.  This was something different altogether though, and he was afraid acknowledging it would make it real.

“No, nothing like that,” he denied.  “I’m worried about Lemma.”

Concern flooded her beautiful features, knowing how close the two men were.  “Oh no!  What’s wrong?”

Now that the gate had been opened, it felt good to share the thoughts that had been haunting him as of late.

“He’s become very… preoccupied with Allegra.”

“Preoccupied how?”  Leaning forward on her elbows, she became thoughtful and attentive – one of the traits that had drawn him to her nine years ago.  She really listened to him.

“Mainly a lot of text messages and phone calls.  He sent flowers once, but signed them from the entire band.  I thought he was going to take a swing at Rich on the plane a few weeks ago.  Got it in his head that Rich had hurt her.”

“But she is Richie’s now, no?”

“Si, she is Richie’s.  That’s what’s bothering me.  Never in the history of the band have words been exchanged over a woman.  I damn sure don’t want to see it start now.”

“Then you have to talk to him!” For Ali, everything was black and white, and she couldn’t understand why everyone else didn’t see it the same way.  “He has no right to be acting this way with his friend’s woman.  He has a fiancée of his own, for God’s sake!  What must Lexi think?”

The pitfalls began to materialize, and he knew now why he’d been hesitant to speak.  Things he hadn’t even thought of were presenting themselves, further complicating the issue. 

“I don’t think Lexi realizes,” he rumbled softly.  “And I don’t want you telling her.”

Indignance straightened her shoulders on behalf of her friend, and she prepared to argue the point.

He raised his hand before she could verbalize the first thought.  “I mean it, Alejandra.  This is a private conversation between a husband and wife, and I want you to keep it that way.  Lemma respects the commitments he’s made and the commitment that Richie and Allegra have made.   Even if he wants to,  I honestly don’t think he’s going to cross any lines.”

“Lexi deserves to know,” she told him defiantly, hand poised over her cell phone.  Stereotypes often existed for a reason, and this Latino woman and her hot-tempered passion was evidence.

Tico put his cigar on the table and covered her hand with his own.  She was spirited, but tender-hearted.  Appealing to her gentler nature would prevent this from spinning unnecessarily out of control.

“Bella, what purpose is that gonna serve, other than to hurt her?  You don’t really want that, do you?”

“No,” she reluctantly admitted, some of the fire dying down in her eyes.  “But I don’t want HIM to hurt her either.”

“I’ll keep an eye on it.  If there’s any hurting going on, it won’t be because he’s sneaking around, I promise.  Okay?”

Fuckin’ fifty year old men and I still have to babysit them.  When are they ever gonna grow up?

“Okay.”

He picked up his cigar and flashed her his sweetest smile before sticking it in his mouth and standing, hand outstretched.  “Now let’s go get our boy from school.  I’ve missed mi hombrecito.”