Chapter 30

A few days later the rest of the band arrived to Megan’s greatest joy. She was secretively glad that she wouldn’t have to deal with Alex. She never really liked him much. Hopefully the Hugh guy will be better…

She was in the kitchen planning dinner when she heard the raucous outside. The servants rushed from the kitchen to make sure all the luggage were taken care of.

She felt excited about seeing Tico and David again, but since her first day here Jon had treated her as an employee. He was courteous but never too friendly and she excepted it. Her heart didn’t agree but she silenced it and told herself it was all for the better, she didn’t have the time or the strength for a love affair with a rocker anyway.

Tried it once and it didn’t work, so why fall for that again?

Knowing the huge appetites of the guys she planned a healthy home cook meal with a warm pudding to finish it off…

She was mixing the pudding and humming away to some or other Bon Jovi song. The roast was almost done and the veggies and starch was ready.

“I thought you weren’t a fan?”

“Oh shit!! Jon if I’ve told you once, I’ve told you twice…”

“Yeah, yeah…I didn’t sneak in. Your mind always seems to be somewhere else.”

His eyes raked slowly over her jeanclad outfit. She had kicked off her shoes, knowing that Jon wouldn’t enter the kitchen…ggmmff …yeah right!

He gave one stride and cornered her against the kitchen table. She back off and felt the table pressing into her.

“ I wanted to do this the first morning I found you cooking me breakfast.”

His hand lifted and brushed the curly tendrils from her face, she stood dead still. Feeling the gentle way his hand touched her skin, mesmerized her.

“You have a little something …..” his face was now almost touching hers.

The wetness of his tongue stung her face as he licked the bridge of her nose to rid her of the flour on her skin. He anticipated that she might jerk and cupped her face with his hands.

Megan had closed her eyes when his face came that close, she allowed herself to feel him, smell him.

Jon felt her gave in to him and he felt something he haven’t felt for quite a while. Her surrender was mindblowing and he leaned towards the pulse throbbing in her neck. The guys could walk in any moment but he was yearning for her, his mind fogged.

Her faint gasp as his mouth nibbled at her jaw squeezed his stomach into a tight ball. Her hands bunched at his chest, not sure if they should shove or pull closer. He could feel the battle inside her and kept going, licking down her throat, nipping her ear. She buckled and he pushed harder against her to keep her steady.

“I love barefoot woman with flour on their noses in my kitchen. How does the saying go? Barefoot and pregnant? Well we have barefoot already, pregnant , we can work on.”

Her body coiled, in an instant she was as tight as a bow. Something was wrong.

“Take your hands off me.”

“Megan…”

“No…please.” She was so close to tears.

One moment she was pliant and ready for him and the next she felt like a cold corpse in his arms. Why did she act this way?

“What did I do wrong?”

“Its you Jon. Everything you do, everything you say.”

He stepped back from her, she left him cold.

“I will never understand you. The guys would like to say hi, if you’re not too busy.”

He turned on his heel and walked out, Megan didn’t miss the icy glare  in his blue eyes.