Chapter 68

“Daddy.”

Jon barely stirred at the whisper. “Hmmm” he grunted.

Romeo poked his shoulder, “daddy.”

Jon opened one bleary blue eye to find his youngest son standing at the side of the bed. “What’s the matter little man?”

Romeo climbed up and sat on his stomach, “can I sleep with you?”

Jon turned his head, Cilla was still asleep. Thanking God that she had suggested they wear pajamas to bed just in case, Jon lifted the blankets. “Come on bud, climb in.”

When Jon opened his eyes again sunlight danced across the walls and a wide ray fell across Cilla’s face. He smiled slightly; Romeo was curled up next to her, his arm across her waist. Right were his should have been. As Jon reached for Romeo, Cilla turned and opened her eyes, “oh!” She looked down at the little boy that was now in her arms then over at Jon, “we had a visitor last night I see.”

“Yeah.” Jon rubbed a hand over his face and sat up. “Every once in a while he finds his way in here.”

Cilla stroked the boy’s hair lightly, “he looks like you.”

Jon smiled, “poor kid.”

She looked up her eyes meeting his, "no Jonny, I think that's a good thing."

Everything inside him went soft and warm. If he hadn't already been in love with her, the look on her face at that moment would have had him tumbling headlong into it. He leaned over intent on giving her a kiss when Romeo blinked his eyes open. "Morning daddy."

Jon snuffled back a laugh. Talk about timing. "Good morning buddy."

Cilla didn't say anything, didn't move. She was waiting to see what Romeo would do when he realized where he was.

He moved, trying to sit up and his hand landed on her breast. He looked up, saw her and moved over to climb on Jon’s lap. He pressed his mouth to his father’s ear. “She’s soft and smells good, like mommy.” Jon smiled and nodded. His son, the one who had wanted nothing to do with this woman a few weeks earlier, was apparently seeing the error of his ways. Jon whispered something in his son’s ear. Romeo looked back over at Cilla. “Morning Miss Cilla.”

Cilla smiled brightly at him. “Good morning Romeo.”

Having done what his father asked, he resumed his chatter and Cilla eased out of bed, crossing to the bathroom.

When she came back Jon was at the door telling Romeo they would be down in a few minutes for breakfast. She had just finished straightening the bed when she heard the door close and the snick of the lock.

Jon locked the door, wanting a little alone time with Cilla before breakfast. His decision changed when he turned and found the bed made and Cilla standing at the French doors, her hands rubbing at her lower back.

“I’ve seen you do that a lot over the last couple days” he said as he crossed the room to her.

She turned as he stepped beside her. “Do what?”

His hands replaced hers, “this, rubbing at your back. Are you okay?”

Her eyes closed as his fingers worked the ache there. “It’s been achy lately. I must be getting old or something.”

Jon chuckled and continued his massage. “You want to know what I think?”

“Hmmm, what?”

“I think you work too hard.”

She turned, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, “you should talk. Have you looked at your own calendar lately?”

He kissed her forehead, her cheeks. “Only when I’m touring do things get that crazy.”

She kissed the end of his nose and stepped around him, “right. You just keep telling yourself that.”

He watched her pull her shirt over her head on her way to the bathroom, pleased and more than a little turned on that she was so comfortable. “Okay, okay,” he conceded “so maybe I am a little busy. But it’s nothing I can’t handle.”

She paused at the bathroom door, “how many more days on the tour?”

He closed the space between them, caressing her shoulder and down to the top of her breast with his fingertips, “two weeks. And I have something I need to ask you, but you have to promise not to tell anyone, not even Sid.”

She shivered at his touch and tried to focus on his words. It must be something big if she couldn’t even tell Sid. “What do you need and why can’t I tell Sid?”

He backed her into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. “We’re playing a free concert on the lawn at Central Park on the 12th and tickets are going to be available at different retailers around the five boroughs. I’d like it if you would be one of the retailers.” He watched her eyes go wide. “And you can’t tell Sid because no one knows about this yet. There’s going to be a press conference in a few days.”

She took a breath. This was big.

“Okay, I won’t tell Sid and yes tickets can be distributed at my shop.” Taking his hands she looked up into his eyes, she could see the excitement dancing there. “This is amazing Jonny. You and the guys must be so excited.”

Pulling his hands from hers he settled them on her butt and dragged her close. “We are very excited; this is a huge deal for us.” He dropped a kiss on her lips, “you’ll be there too.” It was a statement not a question.

She pressed herself against him, her breasts rubbing against his bare chest. “I will huh? What if I can’t get a ticket?”

His lips cruised across her jaw, “you’ll have a ticket, three in fact.” His mouth moved back to hers, “kiss me.”

She met his mouth with hers, the kiss staggering them both. Jon pressed her back against the vanity, one hand pushing at her panties even as he lifted her to sit on the counter. Spreading her legs and pulling her to the edge, he stepped between them, pressing himself against her. He hissed at the warmth and wetness he could feel through the thin shorts he wore.

Pulling her mouth from his, her lips skated across his hair-roughened jaw, down to nibble at his adam’s apple. Her hands played over his chest, scraping through the hair, sliding down his sides. Dragging at his shorts she managed to get them over his hips. Taking him in her hand she stroked him. He was hard as steel and soft as silk. Even as she pumped him she wanted him inside her.

Now.

With a hand on one smooth cheek she brought him closer, the tip of him sliding over the heat of her. Leaning on her arms her head dropped back, a low groan fell from her lips as he filled her.

Holding her hips he watched her take him; watched as her own hand slid down her body, over her stomach, her fingers moving lower, touching herself, touching him as he moved. God she was amazing. His name was ripped from her throat as her orgasm rushed over her. His own shout surprised even him as he spilled into her.