Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Chapter Two

Jon handed a bunch of bills to the driver and waved him back, “its ok. I know the way.” It was good to be back in St Barts, His flip flops popped as he made his way down the overgrown path. He’d come out here a couple of times, once before Lily and once with the band in the last year and decided, they just had to come here for a getaway. It was perfect, and so was the little house nestled in the heart of seclusion. He rounded the bend and smiled as it came into view, he liked that it was modest but not overbearing like some of the villas he’d checked out. It was cheerful, tidy and happened to be growing ocean in its own front yard.

Christmas had been great with the kids, Dot had let him have them the majority of the day with his Mom and Dad, and he’d really appreciated the time with Jesse and Steph. He’d missed Lily like crazy the past month, and was surprised to learn according to those around him how grouchy he was, until he’d heard from her. It was like an itch every time he text or emailed her, and it didn’t go away until the beep of his phone, or chime of his email in reply.

God he was pathetic.

They had done well through the year, with various trips, but there were never long enough, whether it was one, two or three weeks. It was becoming increasingly obvious he wanted to be around her fulltime. But that was for later, right now he wanted to enjoy his woman and take a load off. The wooden porch creaked as he moved slowly across it, he could make light humming coming from just inside. He set his bag down slowly and kept the bouquet of tropical flowers wound in his hand tightly. He peered around and his brow shot up, there she was standing at the kitchen with her back to him, carefully chopping up some fruit.

He was tempted to stand and watch as she hummed a sweet little tune and was lost in her own little world, but he was a man. His eyes ran up her creamy tanned legs to her perfect ass, shaped in the black bikini bottoms he’d picked out for her. Her golden hair tumbled down around her shoulders, above where the tie to the top half, dripped down her lower back. He flexed his fingers and slipped off his flips, moving slowly across the room. Curves and skin were not helping the need that was bubbling inside of him.

Now he could smell her, a tropical seduction of coconuts and mangoes filled the air, along with the sweetness that was Lily. She popped a piece of pineapple in her mouth and at he leaned in close. “Got some for me?”

He leapt back as she screamed and the knife she was skittered across the room. He held up his hands as she whirled around, ready to attack. “Woah, it’s just me babe...”

“Jon! You scared me shitless!” Her eyes were big and blue as she flung her arms around his neck.

He wrapped her tight within his arms and held the moment. The smell of her mixed with sea air and the far away calls of gulls made him want to lose himself in her.

“I wanted to surprise you, good thing you threw that knife. Little John may have not come out and play at all,” he snorted and dipped down silencing them both with a long kiss.

The sweet flavor of her poured through him, filled him whole. She tasted like pineapple and the beach, this is what he had missed, and this is what he had needed.
Her hands inched up into his hair, her nails dragging against his scalp. He lifted her up, resting her on the edge of the counter and wrapped her legs around his waist.

“I need you LJ,” he caught her lip in his teeth and gently tugged. His fingers smoothed up her arms to her neck, and he cupped her face taking the kiss even deeper. She moaned and he swallowed, letting his tongue taste every inch of her mouth. He growled when she arched, feeling the tips of her nipples dig through his tee. He wound his fingers up to her neck and found the tie, peeling back black silk to reveal her breast. He hungrily took one in his mouth, bobbing the sweet tip between his teeth as she cried out against him.

He felt her break, and he followed as the race to shed clothes had begun. He filled his hands with her ass and carried her towards the bedroom, but they made it just to the wall. “Now, can’t-wait.” Her cheeks had flushed and her eyes had turned wild as the sea. His cock, hard as fucking cement needed to be inside her, deep.

She panted, her breath hitched as he pressed her against the wall and poured himself into her. He was surprised how much the ache of missing her was driving him to animal instincts. The ache of missing her had been too much, he wanted to mark her and he needed to show her, she was his, and he was hers. He cupped her hips and held her gaze, moments from plunging inside her.

Her hair was mussed, her lips pink and swollen and her eyes bluer than the deepest night, she was beautiful. His gaze rested on her lips, and the rapid rise of his heart drummed in his ears. He needed to take and he wanted her to take as he plunged inside of her.

She cried out and he grunted, as she fisted around him. The slap of skin against wall filled the room, but he was too wrapped up in her. Velvety skin now slicked with sweat against his own as he slammed into her. Her legs wound tighter and he grabbed her hands, linking his own through hers, pinning them at the level of her eyes.

Words were lost, only actions mattered as they rode through one orgasm and quickly into the next. He buried his nose into her neck and when she clamped around him he bit down as she screamed his name through the room. They tumbled from wall to bedroom, but hit the floor beside the bed. She locked her knees at his waist and clutched his chest as she rode him home.

“More, I need more.” Her hair hung in sweaty ropes as she rolled into him.

“Christ, LJ...” He muttered, clutching the floor rug in his hands, her breasts bouncing with every move. Sweat poured from her temples, and skin mashed with his. White noise exploded as they joined and he yelled until he was hoarse. When he opened his eyes, she was lying limp against his chest gasping for breath. He stroked her hair, and pressed a kiss against her forehead. He was finally home, where he belonged. His brain was fried, fuck, he hadn’t been that desperate to get his pants off in a long time.


“Oh good, I am still alive. I feel like I’ve been abused.”

She chuckled against his chest, “is your back ok? You landed pretty hard.”

He laughed, “It was worth it, anytime you want to push me around like that, just say the word darlin.” He pulled her in close and took the moment. His back would hurt like fuck when he finally peeled himself off the hardwood floor.

“I’ve missed you, “ she sighed as she evened out on top of him.

“New rule, no not seeing each other for more than thirty days, or we’re likely to kill each other.” He lifted himself up with her but held her when she went to get up. She smiled and tucked his hair behind his ears.

“Deal.” They met in a slow healing kiss, and he scooped them both up off the floor.

“So you like the place?” He grabbed the pink robe and helped her slip into it, grinning when it was completely see through. “Matches your nipples.”

She flicked him and tied the waist tight, “yes I do. I love this place, how in the
world did you find it?”

“Does the great Houdini reveal his secrets?”

Lily raised her eye brow, “does the great Houdini give his woman the flowers he brought her?”

Jon turned and realized the bunch had been scattered across the room when he scared her, “wait one second.” He found the bunch, amazingly in one piece. “For you,” he held them out to her.

“Ohh frangapanis,” she buried her nose deep into the bouquet.


She laughed and quickly found them some water, “its ok you’re not supposed to know that sort of thing. Just that they look and smell pretty and that they make me happy.”

He tugged on his board shorts and opened the fridge, “wow, when I asked for well stocked...looks like we won’t ever have to leave,” he waggled his brows with a lopsided grin. He plucked out a bottle of white and lifted a glass off the rack.

“I tell you what LJ, I am so glad to be here, with you and away from the world outside. I’m exhausted.” He topped her glass up and took a long sip. “Seriously, I plan to have a lot of sex, sleep and lie on that beach out there,” he motioned with his glass.

She laughed as she took her own glass, “is that so? Who says you’ll get a lot of sex, hmm?” She smirked as she took a sip, god love her.

“Oh, yea. Like you’ll resist after that little indecent display. Good luck with that LJ.” He winked and finished the glass. She propped hers down and wrapped her arms loosely around his waist.

“I can’t stop touching you,” she kissed his chest and he pulled her in closer for a hug. “It’s –“she stopped, but Jon knew what she was going to say. She wasn’t the overly mushy type, and neither was he, but the distance had proven something, which was that the more they were apart, the more that they couldn’t stand it.

“Feeling’s mutual,” he twisted the tie and let the robe float to the ground.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Chapter One

Please note: This takes place one year after the conclusion of Fire and Ice, Jon and Lily's last installment.

December 26th 2004.

Lily St James had grown to hate airports, it wasn’t as if she wasn’t used to them, her job usually took her to Europe and the US every once and awhile. This was before she’d met Jon, and since then she had flown to New York and back enough times in a year to earn gold status on her air mile program. If she didn’t have to wait in another airport queue for a month, it’d be the best damn Christmas present ever.

It had been a year, and a second Christmas had passed in the relationship she had with Jon. This year had been different, they’d decided to spend Christmas with their families and disappear from Boxing Day onwards on a romantic getaway. Her legs ached, right up to her shoulders as the weight of another year gone started to sink into her body. She needed a holiday, and she needed Jon.

She clipped her purse shut and stepped off, oh yes, another plane onto the tarmac. Fortunately this was the tropical paradise of St Barthelemy, where she was meeting Jon for a week of bliss with just her and him away from the big wide world. She sighed and breathed in the warm sea-air, the humidity hit her like blanket but she didn’t care. Jon was flying in a little later on, but he had taken the liberty of booking their suite, and having it ready for her to relax in before he arrived.

Good thing as she didn’t intend on relaxing at all when he did.

Thanksgiving seemed so long ago in her mind, and that’s the last time they saw each other. “Too long,” she muttered as she headed into the tiny little airport that was a welcome sight away from the hustle and bustle of JFK and Heathrow. God, she could smell the beach from here, and she couldn’t wait to dig her toes into the sand. She collected her luggage and found a neatly suited man holding her name on a placard.

“That’s me,” she smiled, she didn’t expect anything less. Whenever she flew into JFK, Jon always had his driver waiting for her, so she’d grown accustomed to expecting it. There were still a lot of things about Jon, that were unexpected, and that’s what made this fun. She settled into the back seat of the car when her purse vibrated. She fished out her phone and pried it open.

“Lily St James.”

“You’re on holiday young lady, you shouldn’t be answering your phone, “ the whiskey roughened voice had her smiling as she reclined back into the seat.

“Oh yea? And how else would I take this very important phone call?”

“Very true, god I miss you LJ. It’s been far too long, six pm cannot come quick enough.”

She glanced at her watch, it was a little after two, “just think of all the things I could get ready by then.”

“I’ll just need you naked, and on the bed. That’s it.”

She burst out laughing, “You are a very bad man. You know that right?”

“I hope so, as I haven’t been bad in nearly four weeks. I’d be disappointed otherwise.”

She’d missed his dirty humor, long weeks and long nights holed up in her office had sucked the life force out of her in the last little while. She needed this vacation and she needed him. “Well naked I can do,” she cupped her hand over the phone so the driver wouldn’t hear.

“Great, now I’m gonna be hard the entire flight. Thanks LJ.”

She chuckled and then sighed. “I’ve missed this. I’ve been so damn busy to notice it, even though it’s always been there.”

“I know how you feel, we’ve been writing for the new album so we can get into the studio next year.”

She smiled hearing the excitement in his voice, as it always was when he talked about his music. The highlight of the year for her was when she flew over to Atlantic City to see him perform some of their rarities in a very heartfelt intimate setting. He was amazing and devastating all at once. She loved big rock and roll Jon, but strip him back and leave him standing there with just his voice and raw emotion, yeah that’d do nicely. “I hope I’m inspiring you.”


Her brow shot up, “I have? Like what?” She was only kidding him but he wasn’t kidding back.

“You’ll see, now look I’ve got to go, but I’ll be seeing you very soon... and me and Little Jon are very excited about that possibility.”

“Excuse me? Little Jon? If I recall—there’s nothing little about him, or his

He laughed, “I know I just needed an ego boost. See you soon LJ.”

“You are such a sh-" but there was silence, he’d hung up knowing full well she was about to call him out.

“We’re here Miss.” She snapped shut her cell phone shut and frowned when she looked up out the window, sand, and lots of it. “Where in the world are we?”

The driver got out and popped open her door. “We’re here, it’s just down a little further but the road is basically sand so we’ll have to walk.” He collected her bags and motioned for her to walk with him down the path into trees at the foot of the hill.

Ok, this was odd. She looked around, she was away from the mainland, north from the tiny village that they’d whipped through. Villas were dotted around in the lush green hills that surrounded them, but all she could see was sand. She could hear the roar of the ocean, she just couldn’t see it.

They rounded the corner and her breathing became optional. Nestled at the foot of the hill, a little wooden villa stood, with a wraparound porch spilling out onto the sand, and barely yards away, was the greeny blue ocean.

She blinked, and didn’t feel the tear slide down her cheek. This was absolutely incredible.

“M’am?” She opened her mouth and then shut it again. She followed him up to the house, a cherry yellow, with a white trim and the windows sparkled under the hot St Barts sunshine.

“Sure, sorry.” Great, he thinks I’m an idiot. It was homely but in her heart fit for
a king.

“Anything else you need? I think you’ll find all you need is inside, as per Mr Bongiovi’s wishes.”

She paid him and smiled. “Thank you so much, it’s perfect.” She didn’t even hear him leave as she stood stupefied grinning like a loon. She took her bags inside and set them down on the couch. It was bigger inside than she expected as it wrapped around the side of the hill with ocean views from every room in the house.

“You are so going to get lucky Jon,” she murmured tracing her fingers along the edge of the marble in-ground tub, with you guessed it -Oceans views. The four posted bed looked like something out of a fairytale as the wind whipped in off the sea gliding the lace in the air.

She flopped backwards onto the bed sinking into pure luxury, but sat up when she felt something poke into her back. She reached around and found a small package gaily wrapped in silver and blue, with her name clearly marked on the card attached.


Something for you, ok it’s really for me.


She pulled the tissue paper apart to find a black string bikini, and a see through candy colored beach robe. “Oh my, you are a naughty boy Mr Bongiovi.”

She couldn’t resist and quickly changed, normally her own swim suit wouldn’t be this generous with skin, but hell they were alone, really alone out here. She admired herself in the full length mirror in the bedroom and her eyes fell to the dresser. Two bottles of her favourite coconut lotion and spray sat there winking up at her with another little note.

Something else for me.

She squealed and slathered herself up nicely, she still had some time for when Jon arrived so she helped herself to a well stocked bar fridge and poured a wine. This was the life, they hadn’t even exchanged Christmas Presents yet, but as far as Lily was concerned, this was the best one in spades.