Just One Kiss Chapter 9

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.

Just One Kiss Chapter 8

Jon woke up to find Jen tracing imaginary shapes on his chest with one finger. Her touch was feather light but it was setting him on fire. She was looking past him, out the window and he studied her wondering what she was thinking about. When he could no long bare the gentle torture he grabbed her wrist and pulled her on top of him.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty."

"Morning my love. What time is it?"

"9:30. I ordered breakfast, it should be here in a few minutes."

"Have you been awake long?"

"A few hours, my body is still on the proper time."

"I'm still not sure that this isn't all a dream."

Jeannette chuckled and pinched his right nipple.

"Ouch!"

"This is not a dream, I am naked and on top of you."

"Hmm why don't you go for a ride then, facing me so I can enjoy the view."

"My ride looks a little soft to support me."

"You know perfectly well how to fix that." Jon growled.

Jeannette smirked at him and slid down his body, pulling him into her warm mouth and driving him crazy. Once she had him hard and twitching, she lowered herself on him and began riding him, rotating her hips, leaning forward and back until she found the perfect spot to pleasure herself and started riding him in earnest. She loved being able to watch the powerful effect she had on him, his clear blue eyes turning smoky with lust and desire. The way he looked at her made her feel so special and she had to stop herself from thinking about hiding out in the Hampton's with him. They were both close to orgasm when there was a knock at the door for room service. She'd instructed them to just leave the cart so she kept going until they both felt sweet release. She kissed Jon on the tip of his nose, climbed off him and went to the door.

Before Jon could protest that she was opening the door naked the door was closed again and she was pushing the cart to the bed. Jon reached for the pot of coffee and poured himself a cup full while she poured orange juice for herself. She'd ordered waffles with melted chocolate and strawberries with a whip cream topping, scrambled eggs, toasted English muffins, bacon and sausages. Jen dipped her finger in the whip cream and ran it along his lower lip. His tongue slid out and licked it up before she could kiss it away.

"Mmm you going to feed me?"

"No, I intended to kiss that off." she replied and stuck her fork in the waffle.

"Sorry, want to try again?"

"Nope, you ruined it." Jen chuckled.

"Evil wench."

"What was that? You want me on the first plane home?"

"No, if I had my way you'd never leave my side ever again."

"I don't like being called names."

"Sorry, I'll try to remember that."

"Oh and while I'm picking on you, your swearing drives me absolutely crazy. It's a really poor example to set for children and it makes you sound very uneducated and common."

"Common? The British snob in you is coming out again."

"I'll never apologize for being well bread or insisting Chantal be well bread."

"Can I taste the waffle?" Jon asked changing the subject.

"Sure, help yourself."

After a relatively quite breakfast Jon, suggested that since she flew across an ocean to see him, he owed her an hour of kissing and Jeannette agreed completely. An hour and a half later, they were both dressed and on their way down the hall to check on the girls. They found a note on the table saying they went across the street, underneath FAO to have lunch and would be back by one. Jon smiled and quickly pulled the zipper down on Jen's dress, picking her up and tossing her on the still unmade bed.

"Your breasts are jealous of your lips." he whispers as he sucks one hardened peak into his mouth.

Jon drove her insane, paying attention to just her breasts and ignoring her pleas to fuck her senseless. He had her writhing underneath him, her eyes so clouded by lust he couldn't tell what colour they were. He heard the door open first and sprung up off Jeannette leaving the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Chantal saw him and ran straight in to his arms. Jon smiled at his daughter over Chantal's shoulder and mouthed I love you to her.

"Where's Mummy?" Chantal asked as she pulled Jon to the couch to show him her new puppets.

"She's changing. Thank you so much, my little manipulator." Jon grinned and pulled his daughter in to his arms for a hug and kiss.

"You were so sad Dad, I couldn't stand it. I like Jen and Chantal is a hoot!"

"I'm not an owl." Chantal protested and was met with laughter.

Chantal excused herself and ran to the bathroom. Jon sat down on the couch and motioned to his
daughter. His heart melted when she sat down in his lap, throwing her arms around his neck and resting her head on his chest.

"Jen is your Bella, isn't she?" she asked softly.

It took Jon a few minutes to figure out that she was talking about a character from a series of books she was devoted to. "I haven't read the books so I can't really say."

"If I gave you a short list of maybe ten pages I wanted you to read would you?"

"Right now?"

"No, the book is at home on my desk, but when we get home..............."

"Yes, I owe you at least that for bringing her to me."

"It's freaky how much Chantal looks like you."

"I know, I had to remind myself that I only kissed Jeannette once and fled."

"Fled? Where? When?"

"A little over six years ago, in Fiji. I went to a small bar just past the resort we were all staying at and she walked in and blew my mind. We talked briefly, a few words maybe and found ourselves being drawn together and we kissed. It was a long passionate kiss, I realized that if I didn't stop it, I'd hurt your Mom, you guys and her so I ran out of the bar. I ran all the way back to the room where you were sleeping peacefully beside your Mom."

"Wow, I know that you haven't always been shall we say faithful to Mom but..."

"I wish you didn't know that but yeah I've been a shit. At the time I had been very faithful to your Mom, had been since I found out she was carrying you baby, but Jen was the first serious temptation. I think how much I wanted her scared me and reminded me I had no right."

(Yeah she's your Bella, Dad, but you aren't her Edward, not yet anyway.) "So what's the plan for today?"

Stephanie's head was swimming thinking about Jon being so tempted by her that he fled. She saw it as Edward trying to resist Bella's singing blood when he first met her. How Jen was obviously his weakness and he couldn't live without her just as Edward couldn't bare to be without Bella. She knew that if she mentioned this to her father, he would tell her to stop reading those vampire books as he called them. Stephanie and her friends could recite almost every line of Stephenie Meyer's Twilight series of books by heart. They'd spent countless hours arguing over who loved Bella more Edward or Jacob, imagining what they would do if they were Bella and so on. She had been too young to get caught up in the initial Harry Potter mania but not the Twilight revolution. She'd already ordered the fourth and final book in the series and had a countdown to it's release date going on her phone. She looked at the large 17 on her phone and smiled. She planned on staying up all night to read it.

"So what do you think?" Jon asked.

"Think about what?" she replied.

"The plans for today, you asked me what we were doing and I told you."

"Oh yeah fine. I thought you were asking me what I thought about Jen." Stephanie lied.

"She adores me of course." Jeannette laughed as she walked in to the room in a pair of light beige pants and a pale green V neck T shirt that clung to her curves.

"I certainly adore you." Jon confessed.

"Mummy, come look at the picture Stephanie drew and I coloured."

Chantal thrust a white page with a picture of a flower strewn meadow drawn on it in her mother's face.

"Manners Chantal." Jeannette muttered giving her daughter a pointed look.

"Sorry, Mummy."

"You drew this? I'm very impressed Stephanie. Chantal you coloured it so neatly too."

"It is for you Mummy."

"Why thank you so very much. You both need to sign this masterpiece so I can frame it."

"It's not frame worthy." Stephanie argued.

"It most certainly is. Did you see this Jon?"

"No, Steph stopped drawing me things years ago." Jon looked at and was surprised how complicated the drawing was. "This is wonderful Baby, where did you get the idea for a meadow?"

(You don't want to know dad, it's a Bella and Edward thing) "It just came to me."

"I was just telling Steph that I had a quick errand to run then we could go to the house, get you
settled and order a pizza or something for dinner."

"Order? Don't you have a cook Jon?"

"No."

"Then I'll make dinner. Pizza is not a proper meal for growing children."

"Our fridge is pretty bare Jen." Stephanie stated.

"Then I shall inspect it with your pantry and make a list for your father."

Jon rolled his eyes, the last thing he wanted to do on his first day off was going to buy groceries but he knew this was an argument he'd loose so he said nothing. He ignored the sensory memory of his favourite pizza that was trying to convince him to fight. He put on his baseball hat and sunglasses, left a kiss on Jen's lips and told her he'd be back in an hour.

"So what are we going to do Mummy?"

"I want some tea, jet lag is starting to catch up with me and I'm afraid I'm in need of a nap."

"You are too young to be acting so old Mummy."

Jen looked at her watch and Stephanie moaned.

"What? I'm not allowed to be tired?"

"No, you are a freak like my Dad, you wear your watch the wrong way."

"Really I never noticed his watch, this is a better way. It requires less movement." Jen
answered looking at the watch face that sat on her pulse point.

"Freak." Stephanie muttered.

"Well I'm going to take my freaky self into the room and pack for Chantal until my tea arrives."

Jon didn't find what he was looking for in Cartier and was about to give up in Tiffany's when a flash of coral caught his eye. He walked over to the counter and found several Elsa Peretti's small heart charms. He bought a white gold, pink gold, amethyst and coral one for her with a twenty inch platinum chain. The sales clerk wrapped it up in the standard Tiffany blue necklace box and slid on a white bow. She was too hung over from all the beer she drank at the Bon Jovi concert to even notice that it was Jon she was serving. He was happy no one recognized him and quickly made his way back to the hotel as he didn't want to press his luck.

When Jon returned he found Stephanie and Chantal hosting a tea party for Winston and the two new plush puppets.

"Where is my beloved?" Jon asked.

"Mummy and jet lag don't get along very well. She's asleep on my bed. She should be normal
again in a few days."

"I don't think Jeannette has ever been normal." he chuckled, "Demanding, hyper even extraordinary but never normal."

"I heard that Bongiovi, get you money maker in here now!" she growled.

"Been nice knowing you Dad." Stephanie giggled.

Jon walked towards the room with an overly dramatic face. Stephanie thought it looked like he was heading to the gallows and started chuckling. A moment or two later, she heard the slap and her Dad's sharp "Ouch." She broke out in laughter, knowing that Jen had either put him over her knee or just reached out and smacked him hard in the ass for teasing her.

He could hear his daughter, his precious first born, killing herself laughing at his punishment and decided she was getting a bus pass instead of a car for her sixteenth.

"You are so not getting the gift I bought you after that. You are going to have to work very hard to gain it back."

"Oh no! How shall I ever go on? How will I sleep with the knowledge that it's gone?" she replied sarcastically, pleased that he had brought her something.

"You are a real piece of work lady." he muttered, rubbing his still sore right buttock.

"I'm a very patient woman Jon. There will be no begging, no gnashing of teeth, no extra special sexual favours on my part. The idea of a present is gone from my memory."

"Right, like I believe that. You still flew across the pond for me." Jon reminded her with a salacious grin.

"Actually, I came for your daughter's peace of mind."

"Keep telling yourself that Jen and maybe even you can believe it."

"Blimey, your ego is so inflated, it's ridiculous. I bet they could tie several strings to you and float you in the Macy's parade!" And they call me a diva?" she scoffed, thoroughly enjoying giving Jon a hard time.

"I'm sending that gift back!"

"Would you like me to address the envelope for you?" Jen enquired with a straight face.

"You are ......."

"Sexy, beautiful, captivating, intelligent...."

"...utterly impossible!"

"You've noticed that have you?" she asked with a smirk.

"You need to be taught a lesson." Jon snarled.

"On what? Respecting the elderly perhaps?"

Her smile was sweet while the flash in her eyes varied between wicked and devilish. She seized upon his momentary stunned state and scrambled out of the bed and to the door before Jon could touch her. He reset his jaw and spun around ready to toss her over his shoulder and bring her to the other hotel room but he was too late. He heard her laughter floating in from the living room and found her sitting beside a still grinning Stephanie.

"Are we leaving soon Dad?"

"In a few minutes. Chantal do you mind if I make a stop on the way?"

"For what reason? If it's for chocolate toffees I'm all for it."

"I just wanted to dump your mother in the Hudson River. She's smart and a good swimmer, I'm sure she could eventually make her way to British shores."

Jeannette rolled her eyes and muttered "Simpleton" just loud enough for the girls to hear. The two of them started laughing again.

"Sorry Dad, the only water Jen will be seeing is in our pool, with a bathing suit on." Stephanie said with a grin.

Jon was annoyed at being ganged up on, yet thrilled that Stephanie adored Jen and Chantal so much. He knew she wouldn't resent him for falling for Jen.

"Sweetie, I don't know how long a drive we are facing. You best pay a visit to the loo."

"Yes Mummy."

Jon took Chantal and Jeannette's luggage down through the back entrance and loaded his SUV. He pulled down his baseball cap and wiped his sunglasses before returning them to his eyes. He pulled around front just as Chantal and Stephanie came dashing out. He honked once and Stephanie grabbed her younger friend's hand and helped her in the car. Jen sauntered out of the hotel and Stephanie waved at her, wishing her gait was as elegant and graceful as Jen.

"Thanks Sweetie, why don't you get in the front with your Dad. I'll sit with Chantal."

Stephanie opened the front door and Jon glared at her. "In the back, monkey."

"I told her to sit up there." Jen replied.

"Your legs are much longer and..."

"Jon, I've made up my mind and I'm sitting beside my daughter."

Stephanie bit her lower lip, the only person she'd ever heard stand up to and out right ignore her Dad's wishes was her own Mom. She was liking Jen more and more with each passing minute and thought that she was excellent stepmother material.

"I assume you have enough rooms for Chantal and I?"

Stephanie looked at her dad and smiled, knowing only Chantal really needed a room and she had an idea for Chantal.

"We certainly do, it is a mansion Jen. I wondered if you'd like to share my room though Chantal. I have a nice big queen bed and as you know I don't kick or snore."

"Actually, you do snore but not very loudly. I'd like that, another sleep over."

"There is a couch in the basement for you Miss Pierce." Jon grumbled.

"Perfect" Jen replied flashing him a large grin.

Jon muttered under his breath causing Stephanie to giggle. He reached over and slapped her knee which only made her laugh more.

"Do you drive Jen?" she asked.

"Yes, I have a BMW and a Mini Cooper. I use to drive a Bentley but it took up too much room when I was doing a show so it's at the manor house now."

"How many rooms in the manor?"

"When I purchased the manor there were ten bedrooms. After my renovations there are five."

"Wow, did you double every room?"

"No, I knocked a wall down to give Chantal one large room and one room became her puppet room. I created a private dinning room, a study/office and a wardrobe room for myself plus my bedroom which leaves 3 guest rooms."

"What about in London?" Jon asked forgetting he wasn't talking to her.

"I live in Belgravia, I'm one of only a few people who actually own, not rent the land my
townhouse is on. The area and most of Mayfair are almost entirely owned by the Duke of Westminster. He was a great admirer of mine and when he heard I was asking to lease a plot of his land he actually sold it to me. There are five bedrooms again but only two are guest rooms."

"There's Miss Mandy's room downstairs too." Chantal added.

"Mandy is Chantal's former nanny and my best friend." Jen supplied.

"Miss Mandy isn't going to be my nanny anymore?" Chantal asked with big eyes.

"No Darling, I'm staying home full time now. I'm completely taking back my mothering duties."

"I don't want her to leave though Mummy."

"I am not asking her to move out Chantal, but she may want to at some point. I quit the theatre to spend more time with you pumpkin."

"You quit the theatre? Mom and I saw you play Lola and before that we saw your charity performance in Les Miz. You are incredibly gifted Jeannette. You'll never act again?"

"Thank you Stephanie. I never say never, but I have no intention of taking on a role for the next fourteen years or so. When Chantal is much older I might think about doing some more directing and once she's settled in school I might take on a few acting students again."

"Mummy taught Rob and Harry Potter, well his name is Daniel Radcliff."

"No way! Tell me about that!" Stephanie asked.

"I'd seen Rob in a play from the Barnes Theatre and I thought he had a lot of potential but he was very undisciplined. I asked to see him after the show and almost gave the dear boy heart failure."

"Your cleavage do him in?" Jon chuckled.

"That and the fact that he couldn't believe that I wanted to talk to him. He was 16 at the time and admitted he started acting for the girls. I told him that I'd be happy to give him some free coaching when I had breaks. He was chosen for a part in one of the Harry Potter movies and once filming was done, he auditioned for my production of Midsummer. He wasn't right for any of the roles but he stayed on as my assistant to learn."

"I liked Rob so much. He is cute and goofy and he gave me my first real kiss." Chantal chirped.

"He what?" Jen shrieked.

Chantal giggled, "I asked him how you avoid breaking each others noses when you kiss. He told me there were six ways he knew of. I bugged him for two straight weeks before I wore him down and he kissed me to get me to shut up. Then I got the other 5 ways to kiss from him."

"Great, my three year old was going around kissing a nineteen year old! Mr. Pattison is in big trouble next time I get my hands on him. Anyway, Rob had done the Potter movie with Daniel and...."

"Hold on, Pattison? Are you talking about Robert Pattison who played Cedric Diggory?"

"Yes, that's the Rob I mean. Do you know him?"

"Oh My God, Oh My God! He is playing Edward Cullen in the Twilight movie!!!" Stephanie screamed.

"That must have been the American movie he was telling us about at Christmas Mummy. He'd just been cast and most of the fans weren't happy."

"Most of them have changed their minds since they saw publicity stills and the trailer. The movie opens December 12th and it's based on the best series of books to ever be written. Everyone I know is dying to see the movie. He is soooo cute and dreamy."

"Correction, every thirteen to sixteen year old girl she knows wants to see the movie. I sure as heck don't." Jon laughed. "It's based on the vampire books that this one is obsessed with."

"I'm not obsessed Dad, I just live, breathe and eat the books. I love the fictious characters. The final book is coming out August 2nd, in 17 days and I can't wait."

"I'm sure I can get Rob to sign a copy of the book for you and I'll make sure you get an invite to the film's premier."

"I love you Jen. Would you like my first born?"

Jeannette couldn't help laughing and rolled her eyes at Jon who rolled his back. "I don't need your first born dear. I have my own and I rather just have a hug."

"You are getting my undying love and devotion as a bonus."

"Jon, are all your kids this easy to buy?" Jen kidded.

"Jesse is a boob man like Dad, so he'll like you. Jake loves knights and castle stuff and Romeo well he only seems to like Mom, Dad and occasionally Jess so he won't like you." Stephanie answered.

"I should warn you both about Romeo, he's a year younger than you Chantal but he hates girls at the moment. He'll only really listens to Dot and I can scare him in to behaving just with my deeper voice."

"Ah so you are talking to me now."

"Yes but no gift for you."

"Hey I have your daughter's undying love and devotion, what else could a girl want?"

"This is going to be so much fun." Stephanie laughed as her Dad groaned and Jen and Chantal joined her with a chuckle.