Chapter 102

Jaden followed his mom to the side stage. As she reached the crowd, she suddenly disappeared. Everyone greeted, kissing and hugging her. She loved working with this cheerful, hardworking bunch. She felt at ease between them as their cheerful disposition always brightened anyone’s day.

She took her son’s hand, bringing him closer to her.

“Guys..and girls…this is Jaden my son.”

“Hey Jaden!” Everyone greeted, some ruffled his hair.

“He is quite a looker, huh?”

“He actually reminds me of someone, dunno who..”

Megan felt faint and she thanked the Lord when Richie, Dave and Tic appeared on the stage, giving her an excuse to change the subject.

“The show is about to start honey.”

Richie winked at Jaden and the boy beamed.

“There is Jon!”

His voice faded as the crowd roared to life.

Tension eased as her beloved songs came to life, one after the other. She threw herself into the moment and just enjoyed her favourite band, seeing her son dancing and tapping with his hand on his leg.

Jon walked to their side. The sweat running down his face, his hair , bouncing wet strands clinging to his face.

“I – I’ve been out on the front line..Where you’ll go down if yu waste time..They’ll walk all over youuuuuuuu..But I I aint here looking for surrender…”

Jaden was singing his heart out….his little body moving to the rhythm as Jon reached him.

“You’re under the gun…out on the run..gonna set the night on fire…”

He ruffled his son’s hair…blue eyes meeting blue eyes. He suddenly locked his gaze with hers..bringing his free hand up, blowing her a kiss, winking at her.

Seeing Jon flirting on the big screen brought a shrill screaming over the stadium. The women went wild.

He moved from them, flashing that drop dead gorgeous smile of his to the crowd, flicking his hips side to side, shaking his tight ass, working the women into a frenzy.

Megan couldn’t believe when the guys walked off the stage. The show as over!

Hanging around, chatting to the girls. She gave the men a chance to shower and dress.

Joe came up from behind.

“Jon wants to see you….uum ..alone.”

His eyes directed towards Jaden.

“Honey. Please wait here for me. I’ll be back in a few minutes. DON’T WANDER OFF!!!”

“I’ll keep an eye on him. Jon threatened me with a slow, torturous death if I don’t.”

She snorted. Looking at his bulk frame, the words coming from was so ridiculous.

“Yeah sure Joe, only if you let him right?”

“Shhh….dont tell him that.” he smiled at her.

“Your secret is safe with me.”

She winked at him.

Wonder what he wants?

She knocked..silence.

“Jon?”

She pushed the door slightly open.

The room was empty. Oh well might as well wait for him.

She closed the door behind her, walked towards his dressing table and made herself home on top of it. Lying back against the cool mirror, she sighed, enjoying the refreshing feeling on her overheated skin.

The hustle and bustle of the outside world as people rushed by, drifted into her mind. She felt far removed from them and she liked it that way. She needed some calm before the storm.

The door opened but Megan didn’t feel like opening her eyes just yet.

Jon almost gasped when he saw her sitting so invitingly on his dressing table. She was leaning against the mirror, her head slightly arched backwards, exposing her slim throat. He could almost taste her on his tongue. Her faint scent filled his nostrils. His eyes slid lower, the thin shirt clung to her, the spaghetti straps begged to be slid from her peachy skin, the tight jeans, tightened his groin, her slightly open thighs resting on the chair, calling out to him.

Megan was sure she heard the door, but no one moved or made a sound. Her heavy eyelids opened lazily, then opened wider as she saw the delicious piece of half naked flesh staring at her.

Blue jeans hugged his hips, the fur trail disappearing into his jeans had her attention. He didn’t give her any time to study him further though.

Shoving the chair out of the way, he crashed into her, his mouth taking hers captive. Megan’s pulse jumped in her throat. She braced herself for his harsh onslaught but it never came. His mouth was gentle, coaxing her to surrender, open for him…her body overruled her brain and she felt herself lose control. His tongue played with hers, teasing the warm cavern of her mouth. He pulled back slightly, giving him enough space to nibble at her lower lip, sucking sensually. Blood rushed to the apex of her thighs, leaving her hot and yearning for more.

Jon couldn’t get enough of her sweet taste, the way she melted into his arms was enough to drive him insane. Her breathy moan reached his ears and he knew he had to back off before things went out of control…again. At the thought of his ravaging he opened his eyes to look at her back in the mirror. Her skin was healing, pink scars were the only reminder of that afternoon.

She felt him pull back just as she moved closer, her hands tangling in his wet hair.

He grabbed hold of her hands, kissing each palm as he fought for control over his throbbing body.

One hand came up, brushing her cheek.

“That’s better. You’ve been pale the whole day. I knew there was a way to bring some color into you cheeks.”

“You!..” she couldn’t fight with him. Not now, she didn’t have the strength her body was buzzing and it was on the tip of her tongue to beg him for more.

She pushed against his chest, sliding from the dressing table.

“Well now that you’ve played the night in shining armour…get dressed we have to get this over before I die of my nerves.”