Chapter 110 - Time Machine


Cate arrived at Jon’s villa at precisely 7:00 p.m., as they had agreed. As she walked up the path to his door she could hear the beat of a familiar rock song pulsing from the sound system inside. She raised her hand to knock and saw that the door was ajar.

Cate’s brow furrowed with concern at the security breach. “Jon?” she called, pushing the door open and stepping inside. Instinctively her hand went to her hip, reaching for the pistol she had left secured at the office.

“Hey, Baby – in here!” Jon called from behind the closed doors of the master bedroom. “I’ll be out in a minute. Grab a beer!”

“You shouldn’t leave your door unlocked!” Cate called back, scolding him as she securely closed and locked the heavy door. She turned and looked across the living room, then grinned at what she saw. Resting on the sideboard against the far wall was a small galvanized metal tub filled with ice and bottles of Corona beer. One bottle was already opened for her, a triangle of lime perched atop the bottle’s mouth.

Cate couldn’t remember the last time she had drank a Corona longneck. They reminded her of her crazy, carefree college days; of frat parties and hanging out by the lake with her friends. She crossed the room and picked up the frosty bottle.

Cate squeezed the lime into the beer then raised the bottle to her lips. The icy beverage slid down her throat and she let out a happy little groan. God, that tastes good! She smiled at Jon’s thoughtfulness, then looked toward the bedroom, wondering what he was doing behind the closed doors. Whatever it was, he wanted a little privacy.

The music ended and Cate heard a familiar deejay voice. Jon had tuned the villa’s Sirius radio receiver to the Hair Nation channel. Cate laughed aloud at that, knowing how Jon felt about his band’s music being categorized as “hair metal.”

Cate moved over to the open patio doors, taking another drink of her beer as she felt the gentle breeze drift in to the room. She looked out at the ocean, smiling as the opening notes of Night Ranger’s “Four in the Morning” wafted through the speakers.

She began to dance, swaying her hips in time with the music. She took another long pull of the beer, closed her eyes, and dropped her head back. Cate swished her hair back and forth behind her as she grooved to the beat, enjoying the music.

“Oh yeah, Baby…shake it!” Cate heard Jon’s voice from the bedroom door. She opened her eyes and turned to face him, a smart-ass response poised on her tongue.

She was totally unprepared for what she saw.

Cate’s eyes flew open wide and her lips parted in a loud gasp. The Corona bottle slid from her hand and landed with a thunk on the floor before falling sideways, trickling beer out onto the rug.

“Oh, shit!” Cate swore, quickly crouching to pick up the bottle. She stood again and stared at Jon, not believing her eyes.

Jon was standing in the doorway to the master bedroom, between the half-opened sliding pocket doors. His arms were outstretched, one hand on each door panel, one foot crossed over the other at the ankle. His head was cocked slightly to the right and his lips wore a naughty smile. And on his body….well, Cate felt like she had stepped back in time.

Jon was barefoot, his ankle tattoo peeking out from the bottom hem of the tightest, sexiest black leather pants Cate had ever seen. They were practically painted on. Cate’s eyes moved greedily up Jon’s legs, tracing the visible contours of his powerful calves and thighs.

Her mouth watered as her gaze came to rest on the criss-crossed black laces at his crotch, the bindings holding together the supple leather that left nothing to the imagination. Cate sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down as she saw the outline of Jon’s cock, tucked against his left thigh.

Jon laughed sexily at Cate’s expression. “Like what you see?” he teased, his eyes twinkling.

“Don’t move,” Cate breathed. She wasn’t done looking yet. Her gaze lingered on his waist, where the fuzzy little stripe of his pleasure trail wandered down from the tight hem of his tank to the low-slung waist of his pants. Her eyes ranged up to Jon’s chest, taking in the low-scooped black spandex tank top that revealed almost all of his lightly-furred chest and the top of his ridged abs.

She smiled at the curved claw pendant hanging from the black leather thong that encircled his throat. Her eyes traveled up to his Adam’s apple, covered in a soft shadow of stubble. She chuckled slightly as again her eyes took in the proof of their passion, marked in purple on his muscular neck.

Cate’s gaze moved to Jon’s outstretched arms. She felt a little stab of annoyance that he had covered those magnificent muscles, but she was willing to forgive him.

The worn denim jacket hung open, inviting her to slide inside and wrap herself around his torso. She knew that if she ever made it around to the back she would find the “Bon Jovi” and “New Jersey” arced patches. She had coveted that jacket for almost two decades, and to see it on Jon’s body, right in front of her, was almost too much.

Cate raised her eyes to Jon’s face. He hadn’t shaved today and his cheeks were covered in soft stubble, enhancing his bad-boy look. She sighed when she saw the gold hoop earrings dangling from his lobes, and she audibly whimpered when her gaze lingered on the black and white skull-emblazoned bandana capping his honey and caramel locks.

Jon felt his heartbeat accelerate at Cate’s hungry perusal of his body. He had figured he would get her good and turned on with this little antic, but he was surprised at the intensity of her reaction.

He leaned forward, letting his hands linger on the doors a moment before stepping forward and swaggering slowly over to her. “Hmmm…I think she likes it,” he growled. Jon put his hands on Cate’s waist, smiling sexily down at her.

“Wha…what are you doing?” Cate stammered, finally remembering she had a voice. “Why on earth are you dressed like that? NOT that I mind!!!” she added hastily, the hungry smirk creeping back to her lips.

“Hey, I don’t do this for just anybody, you know,” Jon purred to her, his voice as smooth as aged whiskey. “This is all for you, Baby.” He gave Cate a wink. “A little birdie told me you had a thing for… what was it she said? ‘Pirate Jonny,’ was it?”

“Mandy,” Cate breathed. “I’m gonna…” she trailed off, shaking her head as she chuckled. No, I’m not gonna kill her, I’m gonna kiss her! she thought.

Cate looked back up at Jon’s gorgeous face and giggled. “Sorry, I’m just…blown away. Never in a million years would I have dreamed of…” She looked him up and down. “This.” She rubbed her fingertips over the soft leather stretched across Jon’s hip. “I mean…. DAMN.”

Jon laughed and stepped back, slipping out of Cate’s grasp. “And you’ve only seen the front,” he teased, slowly revolving to turn his back to her.

“Oh, Lord…” Cate groaned as she focused on Jon’s perfect leather-clad ass beneath the bottom of that New Jersey jacket. “You’re killing me!” She realized she was still holding her half-finished beer. She took a long gulp, nearly finishing the bottle, grateful to feel the cool liquid in her mouth.

Jon looked back at her, over his shoulder, smiling wickedly. “Hey….it’s only fair. You’ve had me all worked up since I laid eyes on you over a week ago.” He turned back around and stepped to Cate. He took the bottle from her hand and downed the remainder of the beer, then leaned over set the bottle on a nearby table.

Jon hooked his fingers inside the waistband of Cate’s jeans and pulled her to him. His eyes locked with hers. “Let me be your fantasy, Baby,” he growled seductively.

8 comments:

  1. Oh...my...Gulp! I wouldn't know whether to attack him or just sit and look at him for a few hours! LOL

    The description of those pants..front and rear view...is literally making me drool!

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  2. OH hell that was omg HOT..I'd die if I saw him like that. Of course you stopped there....URGGGGGGGGG!!! COME BACK AND LET THEM CONTINUE!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  3. First I have to say Four In The Morning in my favorite Night Ranger song. I loved the look, although I'm not much into his pirate look. However the gold hoops in his ears reminds me of KTF. I loved his hair in that period!!!!

    Let me be your fantasy!!! OMFG!!

    The feel of the pants! That I don't have to imagine. I was lucky last tour. I was trying to keep my friend from grabbing his jewels when we were on stage & ended up with my hand on his thigh! Sometimes trying to do the right thing pays off!

    Stacey

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  4. Oh man, what girl wouldn't want ALL that???? Hope all Jon's creative efforts work out in the end. She needs to see that things can be different. At least he is giving her a fantasy of a lifetime!

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  5. *exhales* DAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!

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  6. MERCY!!!

    Not a fan of the pirate look...but I'm thinking I COULD be!

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  7. Ooooooh. hits floor, stares at ceiling, eyes unfocused, drooling slightly...

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