Chapter Twenty-Seven: Business & Bliss

"Prepare to be dazzled." Jon called from inside the mini-fridge as he set up their snack on a tray, he'd ordered a few supplies for the yacht trip from various Soho deli's and a few of his favourite Manhattan  restaurants. All he had the responsibility of doing was re-heating it. Fortunately the first course was sushi so it didn't require a culinary qualification to prepare even for serving.  He popped the cork of the wine, poured two glasses of wine and picked up the tray and waited for an even swell before carrying it back into the bed.

"First course is served." He grinned as she sat upright against pillows in the middle of the king-sized bed with a sheet swaddled around her body.

"I feel like a queen."

"And so you should, but remember," he handed her the wine and kissed the top of her head, "I'm still the king."

She giggled and took a sip. "Oh, sushi. And when did you have time to prepare this delicacy?" She reached and popped a piece in her mouth.

"I told you, I don't cook and I sure as hell can't make sushi. This is from the place down at the end of Mercer." He reached for the salmon and dipped it into some soy. "Really good stuff."

"I love sushi. In fact, any seafood," she purred as she took another piece.

"Then you'll love the main course."

"Oh?"

"You'll see." He armed himself with his wine and leaned back with her against the pillows. The windows in the bedroom were almost at sea level so the view was better than any water feature money could buy. He was pleased she was so happy being out here with him and there was this indefinable feeling around her. Nothing he could define, it just was.

When he'd met Dorothea things hadn't been this easy. Okay, so things were different when teenage hormones got involved at the start. But even during their happiest years, he’d never felt so content. He was older now, wiser was definitely in the maybe column, but he knew women. Hell, he surrounded himself with them in his various organizations, but none of them had inspired even a trace of what Devon had inspired in such a short amount of time.

In fact, she kept him so content that he'd barely had a chance to think about the last meeting with the band. The guys were happy to re-group and get some songs tested out in the studio, well most were. David had been off the entire day. So when Jon had approached him after their session, to make sure things were ok at home or find out any concerns he might have, his response had thrown him.

David was having a lot of second thoughts during the break. The notion still niggled at him as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Did I lose you?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry. I was just thinking."

"About Dorothea's partner on their vacation?" She asked softly.

He grinned and took her hand. "No. To be honest, I hadn't had time to think about that. Some band business came up this week and took me by surprise."

"Oh? Do you want to talk about it?"

He winced. He honestly only usually discussed anything about the band with the guys themselves, Matt or Obie. Even Dorothea didn't know half of the politics that had gone on in his band over the years. Devon was so easy to talk to, and when they were in this stripped down mode it was even easier. "I really didn't want to bring it up, but I guess it's bugging me."

The scent of candy lingered as she leaned in and kissed his shoulder. "Then tell me. Maybe it will help just to talk it out. You've done so much for me already business wise." He closed his eyes as her kisses fluttered up his shoulder and along the curve of his neck.

"That's not going to get me talking. That'll get me doing something else." He turned his head and their faces were inches apart. The deep blue of her eyes rivalled the sea outside and her lips were soft and inviting.

"Tell me,” she said softly. “You're all tense. Do you want me to massage it out of you?"

He lifted his brow. He wasn't about to say no to that, not with her magic hands. "Deal." They re-positioned themselves and he lay flat on his stomach. The sound of a case unzipping behind him lifted his head. "What are you doing?"

"Just getting some oil. I told you, I came prepared."

He smirked. He liked the sound of that. "Should I be worried?"

"Maybe."

He didn't have to see her to know that sly grin was plastered on her face. He groaned as she straddled his back just above his ass with a knee on each side of his waist. Her heat was pressed against his skin, wet and warm. "Good God, you're going to kill me aren't you?"

"Just ignore that I'm naked and relax. Therapy is in session."

Yeah right. Like I'm about to do that.

She smoothed her lubed hands up the centre of his back and circled out over his shoulder blades. "Oh, fuck," He mumbled into the pillow, "that feels great."

"See? The oil will heat as the more I touch you, so don't be alarmed.” She leaned close to his ear, her voice a purr. “It's meant to."

"What's in it? It smells like you raided the cold cabinet."

"Tea Tree and Eucalyptus, silly. Now relax."

Her thumbs dug in down against his spine and a deep growl bubbled in his throat. "Holy crap. What are you doing to me?" He cringed, it was good pain but it was still pain.

"Deep tissue. I'm going to unravel you from the outside in."

<i>Gee, can I do that to you too?
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She leaned forward and pressed against him, her breath hot against his ear. She kissed his temple. "So, what's going on?"

He closed his eyes and sank further into the mattress. Dammit. She knew what she was doing, good thing this wasn't some kind of inquisition or she'd win hands down.  "David's been having some doubt about his future in the band."

Her hands stopped and her fingertips dug in at the top of his shoulders. "Has that happened before?"

Jon groaned as she went deeper on his shoulders. "Yeah, he's always been a little annoyed with the way the business is set up. I'm the one running it and they are my employees."

She snorted. "Why doesn't that surprise me?"

"Hey! It's good business."

"Relax, I was teasing. Of course it is. So it's always been like this? This arrangement?"

"Pretty much. I run the band, I own the band. It’s simple as that. They're paid very well."

"I'd never have known that, honestly. You are a very smart man then aren't you?"

"You're only figuring that out now? Ow!" He laughed as she jabbed him in the side. More liquid squirted on the centre of his back and as predicted his skin was hot under her touch from the self-heating oil.

"So, what does David want you to do?"

"Well, nothing.” Jon sighed. “He knows I'm not going to change it now. I'm just worried he'll bail before the record is done and then there is the tour to think about of course."

"Would you go on without him, if it came to that?"

Jon sighed, he could. There was nothing in the contract to suggest he couldn't. But hell, he knew it wouldn't be right. "No, but I don't want to let the guys down either. I think his marriage is causing all this doubt as well but he won't let the subject come up with us. I'll have to try talking to him again."

"I don't think you should do that."

"You don't?" He asked a little sharper than he intended.

"No, give him space. Even if he doesn't come around in the first few weeks or even months. Give him the time to work through it."

"That's not how I do things.""

"I know it's not, so it's probably time to you tried."

He frowned. He couldn't be too hard on her as she had only five minutes of background on the subject and even if she was actually right in her thinking, he wasn't about to admit it to her. "I run a tight ship."

"Yes, you do. And this isn't about being tight, Jon. David's probably lost his identity at a guess."

He relaxed and God damn if that didn't at least make a little sense.

"You think I'm right don't you? But you'll never say."

"No, I don't." He sulked and paused. Maybe it was exactly what David needed. He was already casting his next Broadway play and the first one had gone pretty well and he was already into his second. Being his own boss probably had given him perspective. Jon thought it was ridiculous if that was what was wrong as David already had his own identity within Bon Jovi and he was a Class-A keys man. Hell, Jon always made it a point to tell him that, so what the hell was the problem? He gave those guys more money that they knew what to do with. But it wasn't the money and Jon knew it.

"Dammit." Jon mumbled. "If you're grinning like a know-it-all, you're in big trouble missy."

"Moi? I would do no such thing."

He could hear the smile in her voice. In one swift move he rolled, sending her flying into the bed and quickly covered her with his own body. He linked his hands in hers and pinned them to the bed.

"You’re a piece of work aren’t you? You’re just lucky you’re pretty." His lips hovered over hers and his gaze locked with hers.

The corners of her mouth twitched. "So, I was helpful then?"

"The massage was, yes." He smirked, watching the pout form right before his eyes. "Yes, you were." He kissed her sweetly, letting the taste of the wine linger between them. He shifted his knee between her legs and brought it up. Her blond hair was mussed around her face and her lips were pink and completely kissable. "Devon, you make more sense to me than anyone or anything in a long time."

She smiled with her eyes first and she kissed him. "Me too. I’m glad you talked it out with me." She paused. “Is that what you wanted to ask me?” She tensed for a moment under him.

"Actually no, that wasn't it. Steph's school prom is soon. I was going to ask you if you could do her hair and make-up."

"Ah…” She blinked up at him, fumbling for her words. “I mean sure. I'd love to. You know, if you think that's ok."

“What did you think I was going to ask you?”

She relaxed under him and grinned. “With you, I never know. You’re just full of surprises.”

He chuckled and let her hands go and cupped her chin. "I want you to meet my children. Steph will love you. Hell, you're like a teenage girl's dream with your setup."

"Are you sure they will be ok with it?"

"Dorothea's moved on. They'll probably be happy I have finally to." He didn't introduce any of the women that he'd dated to his kids in the last couple of years. They knew he saw women, he was always photographed with them but they always were told they were just friends, adult friends as his son Jesse would quip him. He had no doubt that they would be ok with it and Devon's sweet nature would win them over.

"Wow, then I'd love to help."

"Great, she'll be thrilled. Now onto other business. His slid up her body and cupped her breast. Her lips parted and she took a sharp breath in as he teased her nipple with his the pad of his thumb.

"Maybe I should massage you..." his hands slid between the bunched cotton and her legs until he found her heat.

"Jon." She whispered as her fingers teased the hair at the nape of his neck.

He circled her clit and her body shuddered under his. He loved watching her fall apart under him. It was the sexiest thing he'd ever fucking seen. His mouth laid claim to her neck and he kissed down her shoulder to her breast. Her skin was supple and soft with all the potions she used on it. His tongue curled around her nipple and she gasped and her fingers threaded through his hair. She arched under him and begged him for more. His cock was hard and it already dripped with anticipation of being buried deep inside her.

She wriggled under him, desperate to take the movements higher, harder but he held her and enjoyed the taste of her. Her juices ran down his hand and a knot in his stomach grew until all he craved was the taste of her. He lifted his head and nosed along her neck and back up to her mouth. His chest was heavy and he needed to make her come.

"Make me come." She moaned as she twisted under his relentless flicks and he nipped her chin.

"Devon, you're driving me fucking crazy."

She hiccupped as he felt her tightened around his hand. "Oh fuck."

"Tell me how you want me to make you come."

"With your mouth." She growled as she bowed her head back. "With your mouth."

He snickered as he left her and his teeth scraped over the curves of her body down to her centre. His tongue teased the outside of her slit as she got louder. He briefly wondered how sound-proof the cabin was but the pre-cum that oozed from his cock soon dismissed any other thoughts from his head except her naked body under the command of his mouth. She grabbed her breasts but he pushed her hands away.

"Hands on the railing above your head or I stop."

She whimpered, but obeyed and his gaze trailed up her body and locked with hers. He licked and his tongue swirled around her swollen clit. Her hips rose off the bed as she desperately tried to ease the pressure.

Her breasts bobbed as she tried to fuck his mouth but he kept the orgasm out of reach with enough that the tease was unbearable. "Yes, God... yes...”

“I’m in control, do you understand?”

She nodded furiously then tipped her head back exposing her neck. “Yes.”

Jon reached down to his aching cock and groaned as he pumped it, he didn’t think he could last much longer. He flicked his tongue across her slit and slid two fingers inside her. She drove him crazy as her sweet juices dripped down his chin.

“Jesus, Jon.” She gasped as she started to shake. The tiny beads of sweat ran down between her breasts.

“Don’t come yet.”

She bit her lip and moaned. “I’m so close.”

He lifted her leg over his shoulder as he moved in closer and changed the angle in which he assaulted her clit.

“Not yet.” He murmured against her sensitive wet skin.

“God.”

“Hold it.”

“God, please…Jon.” Tears streaked down her cheeks and he plunged his fingers in with a force that she exploded around him. Her body gave out and he rode the orgasm with her pumping out every drop of pleasure he could from her.

His shaft was tight and wet, and the minute he got inside her he’d come.

“Fuck, I hate you.” She collapsed into a heap with a half giggle.

He crawled up her sticky body and lay flat against her. He pressed his lips to hers and swallowed her shallow breaths. He pushed back her hair which was stuck in threads across her face. “You love how crazy I make you feel.”

“I should refuse your cock for an arrogant statement like that but too bad it’s true.”

He slid into her and she closed around him like a fist. “You couldn’t if you even tried.” He moved inside her with slow long strokes scraping at the last of the self-control he had left. “Fuck.” He muttered as she brought her leg up over his hip and he sank deeper.

Her nails dug into his shoulders and she angled herself up against the pillows and held herself as he pumped her. He dipped his head down and feathered his lips on her nipples knowing they were still sensitive. He curled his tongue around the tip of her nipple and smirked as she moaned.

“When I do that.” His mouth covered her ear as he bucked. “When I lick your tits, can you feel in the heart of your pussy?”

“Oh god.”

“Can you?”

“Yes!” Her fingers scraped down his arms and he exploded inside her. His skin buzzed with the orgasm as she grabbed his ass.

“Again. Make me come again.” She panted.

He sat up on his knees and dragged her with him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Her breasts dangled at his mouth, her rosy tips all swollen and hard. He clutched her hips and lifted her off his cock and shouted as he slammed her back down on it. She took over the rhythm and rode above him now in control of the penetration and depth.

Skin slapped against skin and sweat poured down his temples. He tipped his head back and squeezed his eyes shut. “Fuck.”

She came and screamed her way through the orgasm and he gave her everything he had left before they crumpled into a pile on the bed.

He rolled his head over and faced her. Her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen but she was still the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. He cupped her cheek and they kissed gently, no words needed. He lay back as she twisted herself around him and laid her cheek on his chest.

“Amazing.” He panted moments before sleep threatened to claim him.

“Why thank you.”

He chuckled and tugged her in close as they fell into a deep sleep. "Smart ass."

"I learned from the best."