Chapter Forty-Six: Romeo and Juliet

Jon rolled over in the middle of the night his arm flopped out to emptiness instead of the warm body he expected. The roar of wind and the rain outside curled his toes but he blinked and adjusted his eyes in the dark room.

“Dev?” He croaked.

It had been the second night that Devon had stayed, the kids having gone back with Dorothea and they’d survived. He rolled over, swung his feet onto the ground and rubbed his neck. He’d convinced her to stay over Sunday and by having a car ready for her at six am to drive her back into the city for work.

“Two freaking am. Are you kidding?” He asked the room as he got up.

“Devon?”

He grabbed a robe and padded downstairs towards the glow of light. The lamp was on in the living area and Devon was curled up into the corner of the couch with a book.
“Whatcha reading?”

“The complete Rock and Roll History.” She smiled as she closed his almanac and stifled a yawn. “Sorry I couldn’t sleep and I didn’t want to wake you.” Her soft sleepy face was adorable with her silk pale pink nightshirt and her fluffy pink slippers high up on the couch. “And I love listening to the rain.”

He chuckled. “Yeah it’s calming. You want something to drink? I make a mean hot milk with a bite.”

“I could be tempted.”

“I’ll be right back.” He said as he kissed the top of her head and went to make the middle of the night snack. An old insomnia tradition was milk with a drop or three of whiskey and he’d used it many a time on tour. Of course the more Jameson that went into it the better the effect.

This house really was too big for him and only him but he liked it and so did the kids. He’d pitched the idea of Devon moving in with him and he hadn’t mentioned it again for a couple of days. He wasn’t a patient man at the best of times. He wanted Devon to live with him and he was sick of being alone. Jon wasn’t usually reckless in his decision making but Devon was worth the risk.

“So I was thinking...” He pondered as he carried two mugs of milk back into the living area and sat on the other end of the couch with his legs up facing her.

“Oh god, should I be scared?” She laughed as she took a cautious sip. “You are trying to get me drunk here! Milk with a bite indeed!”

“Will you move in with me?”

Her eyes widened. “You don’t give up easily do you?”

“Ha! You of all people should know that Darlin. I’m serious though. Correct me if I’m wrong but you’ve enjoyed having a pretty much instant family.”

“Wow-Jon, I mean yes of course I have. But I hope you’re not pitying me - the alone girl with no family here.”

“No! God, that’s not how I see you at all.”

“And I’m not a gap filler, we’ve discussed that.”

He scratched his head. “No you are not one those. I hope you don’t think that’s what this is about. I sincerely do want you to move in.” She wasn’t a gap filler. The reality was he could have had that before he’d met her. He’d had a few women that he could rely on to take as dates to functions if he needed it and they certainly made it clear they would do more for him but he didn’t want them to. There had been no one that had come even close to the way he felt about Devon.

“No of course I don’t and I wouldn’t have even considered it if I thought that's what you wanted.”

“So, you are considering it then?” He asked with an amused grin as his foot rubbed against the side of hers.

“Maybe.” She hid her smile behind her mug.

“You can redecorate if you want.”

“Stop bribing me!”

“I can already see the way you look around these big old rooms that you’re thinking about it.”

“Maybe.”

“I’m not a maybe man Devon. So is your answer yes?”

“In two months.” She replied simply.

He raised his brow. “Two months huh? Too long.”

“Six weeks.” She offered with a shrug.

“A month.” He countered and his eyes zeroed in on her.

She pondered for a second and then held her hand out. “Deal.”

He grinned as he shook on it. “Deal. Nice doing business with you Miss Scott.” He could do a month. He’d be fully back into recording by then there was a simple comfort about having Devon to come home to.

“Can you play me something?”

He raised his brow. “Really? Now?”

“Yeah-it’s Devon’s all request hour.”

He rested his glass down and heaved himself off the couch. “Ok you’re the boss.” He plucked one of his acoustic guitars he’d left propped up in the corner and sat back down on the couch and lightly fingered the strings. He closed his eyes and found the chord and started the melody.

“A love-struck Romeo sings the streets a serenade
Laying everybody low with a love song that he made.
Finds a streetlight, steps out of the shade
Says something like, "You and me babe, how about it?"


He let the melody sing and opened his eyes to meet hers matching her smile. At this moment she was beautiful, the pale pink nightshirt complimented her creamy skin. Her blond hair curled around her face and spilled loosely on her shoulders. Her blue eyes cut through the dim light in the room and straight into his soul.

Juliet says, "Hey, it's Romeo, you nearly gave me a heart attack!"
He's underneath the window, she's singing, "Hey la, my boyfriend's back.
You shouldn't come around here singing up to people like that.
Anyway, what you gonna do about it?"

He had fun with the words and somewhere in the middle of the still of the night the bright light burned between them. Stripped down and just their own emotions, it was pure and simple. She’d agreed to move in with him and if she didn’t, he’d visit the bottom of her balcony every day until she would.

“Any other requests?” He asked as he strummed the last note of the song.

“I didn’t request that but it was a good choice. I have one now though.”
“Oh yea?” He asked amused as she rested her cup on the table. “Beatles? Jovi? I can play Bono…” He said proudly knowing he’d heard U2 a few times in her salon.

She didn’t reply but walked on her knees down the couch and he dropped the guitar gently to the floor as she climbed onto his lap straddling him. Her hands cupped his jaw and she kissed him letting her tongue ran under his top lip. He groaned and let his hands slide under her nightshirt over her skin, his thumb grazing over her navel.

She purred against his mouth as he cupped her breasts and the tips of his fingers rolled over her nipples. They hardened instantly and so did his cock.

“Why is it, I can’t ever get enough of you?” He asked in a whisper as his mouth disappeared down her neck. Under his mouth she always was warm and soft against him. His teeth made light work of the first two buttons and he parted the material with his nose edging his mouth further down between her breasts.

She dragged him back up to her lips and wrapped her arms around his neck pushing her body hard up against his. The kiss was hungry and it left her sweetness on his lips.

“I’m utterly in love with you Jon and it scares me.”

He responded by nipping her chin and the fire burned in his belly pushing him to consume her. The raw honesty of the statement was sexy. He felt the same way and what Devon didn’t know is she had him under her spell. He was willing to give her almost anything and that alone was scary. Especially at how meticulous he was about control in his own life.

She was already in his lap but the flashes of her naked, sucking him off in all the times they’d made love threatened his cock to drip with cum. She made him feel like a teenager again. In his twenties he’d been known to bang women all night long and it had made him feel invincible. He felt invincible now but the difference was now it came with a need so strong for her.

The soft towelling of the robe created a delicious friction as the hint of pleasure jolted through him and then lingered as a slow burn as her hand rubbed against his shaft.

“Fuck.” He panted as she pumped him. His hand shot down into her panties and his fingers slid up her clit, she squealed in delight as he touched her most sensitive area.

“God. More.” She breathlessly pleaded as their lips hovered over each other’s.

He obeyed this time and slid two fingers inside her. He was rewarded as her short nails scraped over the tip of his cock causing him to shudder and his skin tingle. Her fingers dragged over his lips as his spare hand cupped her breast and thumb worked her nipple.

“Oh crap. Jon...”

The cries grew louder and each one throbbed inside his cock. He was going to cum soon on the same pace as her as she tugged cock with a desperate rhythm that matched his fingers inside of her.

“God!”

“Yes. Yes!”

She tipped back her head and clenched around his fingers. He spilled into her hand and he grunted as the release didn’t calm him but only amplified his want. He pushed her back flat on the couch and hovered over her. He entered her, nudging the satin of her panties away as it had now become an inconvenience.

He watched her expression drift over her face, her eyes half closed and a sleepy post-orgasm grin. He took her moans in his mouth and cradled her soft curves in his hands. He stroked long and hard inside her making sure he filled her until she had nothing left.

His control was crumbling as her hands and clever fingers scraped nails down his chest and over his nipple sending shockwaves to his core. The rain was still pouring outside but inside he was flooding her with lust and desire. He popped the rest of her shirt open so his eyes could watch her spectacular breasts move with every move he made.

On his knees now, he lifted her leg up over his shoulder and slid in even deeper. She was clamped around his cock and each contraction pushed him closer to climax. Devon clawed at his chest as she got closer but fell back as she came undone around him.

He ejaculated and the orgasm exploded in his brain as he emptied inside of her. Sweat rolled down his face like the rain rolled down the windows outside. He was done. He flopped down on top of her and tucked the tresses of hair away from her sweet face. His chest burning as he struggled for breath.

“We might have to have separate rooms when you move in.” He managed as his muscles relaxed.

She caught her breath and snorted. “Yeah right. He who has no self-control.”

“You started this one. I am not to blame.” He pointed out as they shifted him onto his back and she curled around him on the couch, her head resting on his chest.

“You sang the seductive song thank you very much!”

He chuckled and she sighed against him as they fell silent with the sound of wind and rain battling against each other outside took over the room. They were tangled in a robe and nightshirt but he didn’t care. The warmth of their bodies was enough to keep them warm.

“Now I know what to do when I want you. Just sing to you.”

“Well I gotta say and try not to get a big head here if you can…” She teased. “But if you’re stripped down like that just sitting there in the dark with a guitar singing to me...you can pretty much have anything you want.”

He laughed and even if that was true he was determined he’d give her everything she had ever wanted. He sank into the cushions with the women he now loved and closed his eyes and sang in a gentle whisper and a sweet contented smile on his face.

Juliet, when we made love you used to cry.
You said, "I love you like the stars above, I'll love you 'til I die".
There's a place for us, you know the movie song.
When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?