Chapter 13

With one leg of the tour over, Jon and Dusty managed to finally make it home right before Christmas. He looked up at his apartment grinning with relief at the chance to put Jon Bon Jovi rock-star behind him and just be Jon Bongiovi for the holidays. He had missed his mom and dad, and even his pest brothers over the last few months. He was looking forward to taking Dusty to the family Christmas and introducing her as the woman in his life.

Dusty looked up at the tall building. There was so many buildings here and hardly any trees, if you could call those spindly things peeking out of the concrete sidewalk trees. She sighed softly, living in hotel rooms and on a bus had seemed bad enough, but now he wanted her to live in a huge box with no open spaces. As they walked into the room that little niggling desire to change and run reared its head, but she had made her decision and she was going to follow through no matter how crazy it made her. She had to understand why Jon was never told of his true nature and the only way to learn was to face the coming days with as much grace as possible.

As Jon walked into the apartment his entire demeanor seemed to shift and change. “Oh god it feels so good to get home.” He turned and grabbed Dusty and swung her in a quick circle. “Welcome to Casa Bongiovi Golden Girl.”

She laughed softly her hands grasping his shoulders. ‘I take it you’re glad to be home.”

He lowered her to the floor, her body sliding over his sensually. As her feet touched the floor he dipped his head closer for a kiss. He groaned as her arms wrapped around him and her hands cupped his firm ass. God he wanted this girl, but she was still refusing him that one thing. He didn’t get it, he knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her yet she steadfastly refused to let him do more than kiss or hug her. It was driving him insane, yet making him want her more.

As Jon pulled away from the kiss he smiled, “I best go get a shower, and we have to be at mom and dads for a welcome home thing.”

She smiled and tried to not show her trepidation over the impeding meet and greet with the family. “I’ll go next; this gives me time to figure out what I can wear.”

As Jon moved to the bathroom she went into the small room she called hers. It had caused an argument her small room, but she needed space from Jon and his charismatic personality. As it was she was too close to giving in to his blatant desire for her, sleeping in the same room on a regular basis would be her literal undoing. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep putting him off though, he was at best, persistent, and at worst, down right stubborn.

Jon strolled from the bathroom, a towel riding precariously low on his hips, another towel in his hands as he vigorously towel dried his hair. “Its all clear for you baby.”

She turned and her breath caught in her throat. He was so glorious with his skin rosy from the heat of his shower. She had battled so long to keep him apart from her, but his body was there and she couldn’t resist to just once again feeling his warm fur pressed close to her again. Her nature was to give to the one who was her life mate, and she had fought it for months, understanding the fact he didn’t realize what he was, but in these moments, when they were alone, it was damn near impossible.

He pulled her into his arms, the need for her burning inside of him as it always did. He couldn’t understand it but he needed her more each day. From the time he’d found her hurt and bleeding a rage over what was his being hurt had grown into a full blown, although unrequited passion. He pushed closer to her, his arms wrapping around her as his lips dove in for a kiss. That was one thing she allowed him, kisses.

His kiss set her afire, it always did. She allowed him to pull him close, her hands reaching up to tangle in that wondrous hair of his. As the kiss deepened she moaned softly her body arching closer to his in an ages old timeless dance. This was need, this was want, this was instinct, and with no one around to interrupt, or a crew to take care of she had no way to escape it, no longer wanted to.

He slowly walked her backwards, understanding somewhere within that her walls had fallen and she had agreed to the one thing he needed of her. His hands slid down her sides before slowly pulling her tank top up and over her head, a groan vibrating in his throat as her saw she had no bra on. With speed born of passion his lips captured one rosy nipple in his mouth, then slowly licked along the chest to her other breast and suckling the pebbling nipple. Her soft gasps were driving him wild, unsheathing a raging fire that threatened to burn them both to cinder.

His hands fell to her cut off jeans and quickly had the button undone. Sliding them down her legs, he pushed forward, landing them both on the plushness of his couch. Without stopping his lips began to kiss and nibble south, his tongue slipping in to taste her belly button, her scent and silken skin calling him further. He kept moving, his destination the mound that was covered by silken blonde fur. Raring up on his knees suddenly he pulled her down before sliding his hands under her ass, opening her to his inquisitive view. Flames begin to lick at his senses as his head dipped forward, her scent coating his nostrils in a burning desire. The tip of his tongue flickered out then along her nether lips, tasting, scenting marking her as her shuddered gasps drove him further into mindless abandon.

As he licked and nuzzled along her nub he slid one finger inside, a groan falling from his lips as she clenched around him, Pulling back he slid in again, adding a second finger, knowing that if she was this tight around his fingers, she would be heaven on earth when he was seated inside of her. Slowly he began to move upwards, his fur rubbing against skin overly sensitized by desire. Placing his arms on each side of her head he looked down into her golden eyes, eyes burning with inner fire that matched the crystal flames within his blue gaze. “Stop me now or I wont be able too Golden,” he whispered, praying that she would. He knew she had wanted to wait, but for some reason had responded, but he had, god help him, give her a chance to back out.

She looked up at him, the fire in her eyes speaking volumes. As she reached up and tangled a hand into his hair she sighed, “I can’t anymore. Please, don’t stop.”

With a groan his lips found hers and he pushed slowly home, his shaft striking true as she began to arch upwards, needing him deeper. His hips slowly moved, as he plunged deeper, only to pull out and plunge forward again. Her soft sighs turned to a soft wail, her fingers sliding over his back to his ass as her nails dug in pulling him into her. His pace increased with each gasp, his head falling to her shoulder, his lips sliding over her his teeth nibbling along the collar bone that always set her off.

In that moment, their bond was born, a bond of heat and fire and longing, two hearts, of like souls, screamed into the abyss of passion. With fire licking at the souls the he bit down gently on her shoulder, the insane need to mark her as his overriding all sense of self. As she screamed his name, her inner walls clenching against him like a vice he let go, his release washing into her like liquid flame. He slowly lowered himself, just slightly to the side, his head falling upon the shoulder he had marked as his own. His heart was pounding with a strange new rhythm as he wrapped arms around her and pulled her into his body.

She sighed softly, her nose again finding his fur and rubbing over it, her body sated and complete. She drifted off into sleep, his scent surrounding her, his body heating her, her heart beating in twin time to his.