As Jon turned onto his road he wondered if Dorothea would still be there or not. He noticed her car sitting in the driveway and pulled up in front of the door. Jen and Chantal were both staring at the massive French chateau.
"Did we take a wrong tour and end up in Versailles?" Chantal asked.
Stephanie chuckled, "Wait until you see the living room, Dad was going for that exact look. It's all Louis the fourteenth and mirrors."
"Suddenly Amberly seems so tiny." Jen muttered to her daughter.
"My grounds are not as large as yours but I think the house is at 19,000-square-feet." Jon
answered.
"Umm yes mine is like 15,000. Big house for a big ego."
Jon turned around and gave her a look rolling his eyes and pretending to be hurt by her words. He climbed out of the SUV and opened the back taking the girls luggage out. He brought the bags to the door and then turned around to wait for Jen. Stephanie and Chantal dashed past him and in the door while Jen stopped at the threshold.
"Darling, I'm still the same guy. Don't let the house freak you out."
"Do you provide GPS systems or do I carry food with me for when I get lost and it takes someone weeks to find me?"
"Weeks? Do you seriously plan on being here for that long?" Jon asked with a huge grin.
"No, not unless I get lost."
"Oh, I guess I should tell you that my ex wife is here. She'll be leaving in a few minutes."
"I want to go home." Jen said quietly.
Jon smiled gently at her. He held her chin in his right hand and looked straight into her deep green eyes. "I want you here Bella, I want my kids to met the enchanting, beautiful woman who captured my heart. Please will you come inside with me?"
Jen still looked like she wanted to flee so he drew her face towards his and captured her lower lip kissing her slowly, his thumb making circles on her chin. "Please Jen."
"Promise you won't leave my side?"
"I promise."
Jon wrapped his left arm around her back and held on to her right hand with his as he led her into the house. The ornate opulence of the grand entry made her feel uncomfortable. She was rarely ill at ease but this house, knowing that Jon's wife was there made her stomach turn inside out.
"I'm home guys!" Jon yelled as Jen broke free of his hold and dashed outside, her waffles and orange juice just managing to land in the bushes instead of the front walk.
Jon rushed outside and cringed. He hated the scent, the look and sound of vomit and Jen still looked rather green. He rubbed her back soothingly, burying his head in her back as she threw up twice more.
"Try to breathe Darling."
"Just leave me here to die." she whimpered knowing that the bitter taste of bile still in her mouth meant she wasn't finished.
Stephanie wondered where they had gone and opened the front door. She saw Jen hunched over and her father staring at her back and groaned. She dashed into the bathroom, filling the glass with cold water, and running a face cloth under cold water too. She went back to the front door and told her Dad to leave and go make a cup of Ginger tea.
"Jen put out your hand, I've got a cold cloth for your forehead and water when you are ready. Dad and vomit don't mix."
"Thank you Steph." Jen replied weakly and placed the cloth on her forehead.
The cool cloth made her feel much better and she practised deep breathing until she was sure she wasn't going to throw up again. She reached for the glass and smiled when it was right there for her. She swished it around her mouth and spit it out on the bushes a couple of times to rinse her mouth out before taking a long sip.
"I'm beyond mortified, only I do these types of things."
"Don't worry Jen, only Dad and I know. I sent him to make you a cup of Ginger tea. With any luck, he won't burn the kitchen down. You still look rather pale though."
"I think I need to sit down."
"Let's go into Dad's study, it's the tamest room on the main floor, well beside the kitchen but I don't think you want to meet my Mom at the moment."
"No and Chantal will only worry if she sees me."
Stephanie led her into the mahogany-furnished study, the walls covered with movie and music mementos. Jeannette collapsed into a leather arm chair and closed her eyes. A few minutes later her nose caught his scent and she smiled. She could feel his energy enter the room and heard the soft sound of a cup being placed on the desk. Jen opened her eyes and found Jon on his knees in front of her, one hand on her knee, the other cupping the side of her face.
"How do you feel beautiful?"
"I've felt better, I always have severe reactions to jet lag. I'm afraid I'm going to need to lay down soon."
"Drink the tea and I'll go send Dorth on her way. I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Kay." she replied softly holding on to the cup to ward off the chill that had overtaken her entire body. She sipped on the warm liquid knowing that the ginger would settle her stomach.
"So where is this fabulous woman Jon?" Dorothea asked.
"Jeannette is not feeling very well at the moment. Thank you for staying with the boys last night. I'm heading down to New Orleans Thursday with the kids. Are you still going to join us?"
"Yes. Well, I'm glad you warned me about Chantal, it is very eerie indeed. I almost don't believe you."
"It is the truth, I'll call you in a few days."
"Give me a kiss Steph."
Stephanie kissed her Mom and went over to the cupboard. She took out a sleeve of unsalted soda crackers and brought them to Jeannette.
"These always help me when I feel sick. Can I get you more tea?"
"I don't think another cup will hurt."
"You are coming to New Orleans with us right?"
"For what?"
"Dad's football team is in the Arena Bowl finals for the first time on Sunday. We are going down Thursday."
"I can't stand American football, can't stand proper football either. I guess Chantal and I will head home on Thursday then."
"No Jen, you can't leave so soon, you just got here. You'll just be back to normal and you'll have to face jet lag again.
"Don't remind me Steph. I'm not going to the Hampton's and I'm certainly not going to sit in a box where there will be television cameras. I don't want to stay here without your Dad."
"Jen, if my brother's agree would you mind hosting us at the manor? We could all hang out there instead of at the Hampton's house. I'd love to see it."
"I'd be happy to host you but your Dad just got home and...."
"Dad would do anything to spend time with you. You're his Bella after all."
"His what?"
"It's from my books. You should read them, they are really well written. Lots of adults read them."
"I'll talk to your dad about the manor when I'm feeling more alive. I promise."
"Thanks, I'll go get you more tea."
Stephanie ran into her brother Jesse on the way to the kitchen. He was holding Chantal's hand and the simple smile on his face made her stop. Chantal had a huge grin on her face and batted her eyelashes at Jesse when he looked down at her. He turned red but didn't let go of her tiny hand. She followed the pair and watched as he pulled a stool out from the breakfast bar for her and kept his hand on her arm until she had settled on the stool. He fetched a large glass and filled it with chocolate milk, pouring himself a glass. He slid the glass over to her and sat down beside her quietly sipping on the cold milk while he studied her.
(Dear God, he's imprinted on her.) Stephanie shook her head, wondering if her Dad was right, she was too obsessed with the Twilight series. She was seeing everything with that type of slant. She poured the tea slowly as the usually very shy Jesse started talking to Chantal like he'd known her for years. (I'm not going crazy this reminds me of how Jared imprinted on Kim in Eclipse. OK my brother isn't a werewolf but this is just too freaky.)
She brought the tea to Jen and sighed.
"What's wrong Steph?"
"You know what imprinting is right?"
"It's how certain animals find their mate."
"Right, well in my books that happens to a couple of the werewolves."
"I thought the books were about vampires?"
"They are but Bella's best friend turns out to be the Alpha werewolf. Anyway, I think Jesse has imprinted on Chantal."
Jeannette chuckled, "Well he is only 8 years older than her not 16 years. Maybe we can get her to imprint on Jacob instead."
"I'm serious Jen."
"Sweetie, I think you need to take a break from those books. Go read some Edith Wharton, she's one of my favourite authors."
Before Stephanie could tell Jeannette what she saw her Dad entered the room. She dashed back to the kitchen to keep her eye on her brother. Jon noticed she'd finished the second cup of tea and leaned over picking her up in his arms. He carried her up to his bedroom and gently placed her on the bed. He took off her heels and pulled down one side of the covers. Jen moved over and quickly made herself comfortable, her back to him. Jon played with her hair and hummed gently until he heard her soft breathing and knew she was asleep. He kissed the top of her head and left the room closing the door behind him.
Jeannette woke up a few hours later and found the house empty. She took a box out of her suitcase, went downstairs to the kitchen and made herself a cup of tea. Jen travelled with her favourite types of tea so that they were always available. She wandered around the lower level and found the living room. It seemed to be too busy for Jon's taste and she tossed all the pillows of the blue couch and curled in to the corner. She noticed a black hard cover book sitting on the table and rolled her eyes when she saw the pale hands holding a bright red apple with Twilight written above. With her tea finished, her curiosity got the better of her and she started reading the book. She was well in to the book and enjoying herself when she heard Jon groan.
"Oh God, not you too!"
"It's very interesting Jon. It moves at a quick pace. Where was everyone?"
"I took Chantal on a full tour of the grounds stopping in the pub/game room, the recording studio and the boat house. Jess took her out in the little boat for a short trip along the Navesink
River."
"So where are the rest of your brood?"
Steph stayed on the dock and Jake and Romeo should just about be coming in the back door now. I walk a little faster than they do.
"Ah would you mind, grabbing the two wrapped blue gifts on your bed."
"Trying to buy my kids affection?"
"Of course."
"Just don't be hurt when Romeo dismisses you."
"Yes, you warned me. How was he with Chantal?"
"Totally ignored her presence, didn't even say hello to her until I forced him to be polite."
"Go get the gifts, please."
Jon met his sons in the hall on his way down and brought them in to the living room to meet Jen. Jacob said hello and thanked her for his gift. He was thrilled to see a book on the Tower of London and a bunch of candies he'd never seen before. Romeo looked at the dicast London black cab and red double decker bus and told Jacob he could have them and took off to his room with the candy.
"Sorry about that, he is a rude little dude." Jacob replied with a grin.
"I guess he hasn't let you teach him how to be charming like you."
"Thanks, do you mind if I go read the book?"
"Be my guest Jacob."
"You can call me Jake, Miss Pierce."
"Call me Jen, then Jake."
"Kay, call me for dinner Dad."
"Oh damn, I didn't check your provisions out."
"Would you just let me order pizza and you can force us to eat healthy tomorrow?"
"Fine."
"So we have the room to ourselves for a while does that give you any ideas?"
"Yeah, you can pour me another cup of tea please, I made a pot. Then you can find a book and start reading. I'm very comfortable right now and this book is good."
"Jen, I meant ideas that involve you being naked and experiencing multiple orgasms."
"Jon Francis Bongiovi, do you really want me to barf all over you? My stomach is barely settled as it is. I need to relax, not get all worked up."
"You are no fun."
"It is the jet lag not me. You know how much fun I can be."
Jon muttered something she couldn't understand and went to refill her cup of tea and opened a bottle of beer for himself. He placed the cup where she had it before and sat down on the other end of the couch just watching her read. Jen tried very hard to ignore him, she could feel him watching her and it was driving her crazy. She finished the chapter and looked up at him.
"Can't you find anything productive to do?"
"Oh this is productive, I've got you stripped naked and...."
"Would you please go get a bloody book and stop thinking salacious thoughts about me!"
"Pretty hard to do when you are wearing a top that tight, I can see your lucious hard nipples straining against the thin cotton. You must have a sheer bra on."
"Yes, it's almost the same colour of my top and I have the matching sheer thong on."
"Like the pink?"
"A little skimpier actually." she replied with a wicked grin.
"Dear God, you had to add that extra detail didn't you?" Jon groaned as he shifted in his now painfully tight jeans.
"Yes, I'm hoping you'll go take a cold shower and leave me to read in peace."
"You are evil incarnate."
Jen sighed, put her book down and yanked her T shirt off, playing with her stiff nipples for a moment before picking her book back up and ignoring him. She knew it would only be a mater of time before he couldn't take it any longer and started idly playing with her right nipple as she read. She heard him growl and then get off the couch calling her a litany of choice names as he stomped up the stairs. She chuckled to herself and pulled her T shirt back on. Jen managed to read another forty pages before Jon came back downstairs in a lose pair of shorts and a T shirt.
"Feeling better now?"
"I'll get you for this, you will be punished severely."
"Mmm, looking forward to it. Say could you record us having sex in your studio? I'd love to hear what I really sound like in the throws."
"I'd love to record you. No one has ever cum as lyrically as you do, just listening to you makes me instantly hard."
"I'd love another cuppa."
"I should have never told you I was your humble servant."
"Too late to take it back."
When Jon returned with her tea she put the book down and smiled at him.
"Thank you, Stephanie tells me that you own a football team that won something?"
"Yes, we are playing in our first ever Arena Bowl Championships, it's in New Orleans next
Sunday. We are leaving Thursday, I thought we could hole up in the hotel when I don't have to
show my face."
"No, I'll be going home on Thursday."
"What? No! You just got here and I'm no where near ready to let you go."
"Jon, I hate football and hiding out in a hotel is not my idea of fun. Stephanie wondered if I'd be willing to host you at the manor instead of you going to the Hamptons. I told her I'd ask you. I'm sorry Jon, but you are going to have to follow me around the world if you want me."
"How about you stay here, enjoy the pool, the river, the privacy and then when I get back we can all take my jet to the manor."
"So Monday?"
"Well when we win there will be a parade so I'm thinking Wednesday."
"So you want me to stay here alone for a week?"
"Yes." Jon replied softly crossing his fingers.
"Jon, if I'm not going to see you I rather be at home and get ready for your visit. It's not like we can do anything on the plane with 5 kids watching us."
"Fine, but for the record, I'm not happy about this."
"Duly noted. Now please tell me if you have the fixings for a salad to go with dinner."
"I know we don't. I can order one with the pizza, which I better order now. What do you and Chantal like?"
"Cheese, mushrooms, red pepper, grilled chicken, cashews, ham, pineapple are the toppings we can agree on."
"Just no red onions."
"Exactly. I'd like a spinach salad if they have one, dressing on the side."
"I'll go order."
Jen was expecting to see Jon a few minutes later, but it was Chantal, Stephanie and Jesse who appeared before her. Stephanie noticed the book in her hand immediately and grinned. Jesse's hair was a light brown, his eyes a deep blue like his father and he was attractive. She wondered for a second where the cute 13 year olds were when she was 13 and smiled.
"You must be Jesse. I hope Miss Muffet hasn't been driving you crazy."
Jesse looked down at Chantal and smiled, "No, she is quite delightful company."
Stephanie sat down beside Jen and whispered, "See what I mean, it's imprinting I tell you."
Jeannette chuckled and shot Stephanie a look. "Jesse, I had no idea what 13 year old boys were into, so I hope you don't mind a Barnes and Noble online gift card."
"Wow, thank you. You didn't have to give me anything, that is very generous of you."
"You are welcome, I printed the page out before I left home. It's sitting on your Dad's bed in an
envelope if you'd like to go get it."
"Cool thanks, do you mind if I go up now?"
"Of course not. Your Dad is ordering dinner."
Chantal went to follow Jesse until Jen called her back.
"So kiddo did you like the tour?"
"Yes the game room is neat, Jon promised I could play pinball after dinner. The river is very picturesque too. The neighbours raise horses."
"Ah, consider yourself very lucky young lady we are having pizza for dinner."
"Yahoo! I guess you'll force me to eat a salad though."
"You know I will. Steph, I talked to your Dad and while he's not thrilled that we will be heading home on Thursday, he has agreed to bring you all to the manor after some victory parade."
"Cool, how far are you from London? I've never seen it before. Could it be a day trip?"
"How much do you like football Stephanie?"
"It's OK, I like all the food in the box more. Why?"
"I was thinking I could bring you back with me and that way you could experience London."
"Oh Wow! That would be awesome! You'd show me around?"
"No, I'd send you out alone and only at night." Jen answered sarcastically.
"Hey maybe Rob is back home. You can get him to take Steph for lunch."
"Oh my God, I'd forget my name as soon as I looked into his eyes."
"I have to have a little chat with Rob first." Jen sighed giving Chantal a pointed look.
Chantal was smart enough to hide her smirk from her mother. She wondered what was taking Jess so long and smiled when he came back in to the room a minute later.
"Guess what Jess, Jen is taking me to London while you guys are in New Orleans. Then you are going to meet us at the manor. "
"Cool, thank you again Jen, you were very generous."
"Will you come to London too Jess?" Chantal asked with a big smile.
"Jess loves football as much as my Dad does Chantal, there is no way he wants to miss this."
"But I want him to come with us." Chantal said pouting and giving Jess her sad puppy dog look.
Jess felt torn, he's been looking forward to the game since the Soul won on Saturday but he didn't want to make Chantal sad either. The little girl had a powerful hold on him that he didn't understand. Jen he could understand, she was gorgeous and made him feel like he needed a cold shower. He envied his dad for being able to caress those breasts. Chantal made him want to protect her, to make sure she was happy and having fun. He felt happy just being around her.
"Chantal, if it means that much to you....."
"Jesse!" Stephanie and Jen both yelled at the same time.
"It does." Chantal replied smiling softly.
"Chantal Louise Pierce! Stop manipulating Jesse, he is going to the game and that is final."
"I think they've imprinted on each other." Stephanie muttered.
"I don't need to hang around for the parade. I could fly in Monday morning if Dad lets me."
"Jesse, ignore her, I'm sure until a minute ago you were looking forward to the entire spectacle." Jen replied giving Chantal a look.
"I was looking forward to the game, honestly I didn't care about the parade. I'd like to see London too." (London beats Philly any day.)
"I'll consider it and talk to your Dad. Chantal go wash your hands and read."
"Yes Mummy." Chantal knew from her mother's tone that she wasn't happy with her.
"Say no Jen, I liked the idea of a girls week."
"Steph, I'm standing right here! Stop being so selfish." Jesse growled.
Jeannette rolled her eyes and was suddenly very thankful she only had one child. "Steph, why don't you go see what is keeping your Dad. Jesse have a seat."
"Yes Jeannette?"
"Jesse, do not let my daughter talk you in to anything. Her manipulative skills are legendary. She may be five but she thinks like a forty year old corporate raider."
Jesse laughed, "Thanks for the warning, but I think I can handle her."
"That's what they all say." Jen sighed realizing Rob never stood a chance against her daughter.
Jon returned and smiled when he noticed the book was on the coffee table. He sent Jesse up to his room. He sat down and pulled her on his lap, kissing her neck. She wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned softly as he started fingering her nipples through the T shirt.
"Do me a favour beautiful."
"What."
"Go upstairs, take the bra off and the thong, slip into a short skirt and put the T shirt back on."
"You want my nipples even more obvious?"
"Yes, I want to punish you right after dinner."
"Jon, in front of 5 kids? Are you nuts?"
"Oh that's what I'll be thinking but I planned on taking you to the boat house. I want my whore back."
"Jon!"
"Jen, I know you enjoy being a dirty whore, I can see it in your eyes right now. You want me to tie you up and use you over and over again. There is nothing you like more than rough hard sex that makes walking difficult."
"Actually there is something I like just as much, you know what that is."
"This?" Jon asked with a grin and kissed her softly his lips feather light on hers while a finger circled each hardened nipple.
He smiled when she started moaning and kissed her just a little bit harder nibbling on her lower lip. He knew he had her floating in utter bliss and took advantage, sliding his hand under the T shirt, releasing the front clasp of the bra and playing with her breasts. With deft skill he lowered her on her back on the couch and hovered over her leaving most of his weight on the one leg planted firmly on the ground. He lifted her T shirt up sucking on each nipple before returning to her lips before she begged him to. He licked her lips running his tongue lightly across the roof of her mouth as she arched her body into him, the sensation making her juices flow. Jon knew he had found the perfect kiss and let his tongue go back to the roof of her mouth swirling his tongue ever so lightly, feeling her nipples grow larger under his fingers, her body shudder in a long orgasm as he kissed her over and over again. He slid one hand down her body between her thighs and just as he expected found her pants soaked. He stroked her through the pants, feeling her moan in to his mouth rather than hear her as he continued to assault her with kisses until her entire body was writhing under him. He didn't stop tormenting her until her body went slack underneath him and he knew he had made her pass out from a too intense orgasm.
He slid her T shirt back down and picked her up carrying her upstairs to his room. He placed her gently on the bed, pulling her T shirt off and making quick work of the open bra. He suckled her nipples and unbuttoned her pants working to slid the wet material off her thighs and off her body. Her entire lower body glistened with cum and he was happy he had shorts on as he was hard as a rock. He started at her ankles and began licking his handiwork up loving how her skin tasted and the knowledge that he had such a powerful affect on her. His tongue was at the juncture of her inner thigh when her heard her moan. It was a long almost hum that sounded like a melody to him and he continued cleaning her up listening to her in bliss. As soon as his tongue slid over her clit she was cumming again and he dipped his face in to eat her, his tongue lapping her sweet juices up.
"Oh God Jon, how did we....."
"Welcome back to the land of the living my love. You passed out on me on the couch."
"All I remember was one intense orgasm after another until I just couldn't ...."
"You passed out when your body could not handle the pleasure anymore."
"I ruined a pair of two hundred pound linen pants."
"I'll happily buy you a new pair. I changed my mind Jen, leave your cum soaked thong where it is and put on a skirt. I want you to sit at the dinner table and be constantly reminded that you are my cum slut."
"Oh God Jon, I am you dirty little cum slut."
"Good, hurry up the pizza should be here any minute and remember no bra."
Jen bit her lower lip watching his backside as he left her in the room, closing the door behind him. She looked at herself in the mirror. She saw a tall blonde standing there in a wisp of a sheer pale green thong her nipples hard as rocks, her entire body and facial expressions that of a women who had just been thoroughly fucked. She ran her fingers over her nipples and sighed, her lips were swollen from all the kissing and sucking and she hardly recognized the woman she saw in the mirror. She saw a wanton slut, a woman who would do anything to cum that hard again. A woman who would have walked downstairs naked if he had asked her to. Jen hated the power he held over her, how desperately she needed his touch and would do anything to have it. He was the most powerful drug in the world, she was hopelessly addicted and knew she'd never recover.
She went into her suitcase, pulled out a short denim skirt and stepped in to it. She'd lost weight again as the size 2 was a little big on her. She was going for the green T shirt again when she remembered her thin white tank top and put it on instead. (He wanted nipples? I'll give him nipples.) The top clung to her body; her nipples and aureole visible through the thin material. The last time she'd worn this top, her date told her she was a walking wet dream. She looked in the mirror one last time, sliding a shiny currant lipstick over her lips and kissing the air. She'd never looked or felt so blatantly sexy in her life. She hoped Jon's heart could take it.
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