Water Ch. 178 - Friends Are Friends, Forever?

Beth looks in Richie's direction and says, "This isn't going to be good.  If someone was in here, he'll find out who it is."

 

Richie nods and says, "No doubt."  and takes a seat on the sofa.

"What are you really doing here, Richie?"  she stands over him, with her arms folded.  She can't believe that he has shown up like he has and then tries to make Jon feel bad about doing the solo shows; publicly.  "You know, you could have called Jon and done over the phone what you just did in front of all of those reporters."

 

"Whoa, whoa since when are you the Jon police?  And what do you know about what goes on anyway?  You're always off in never never land or running away because your feelings got hurt."  Richie boasts to her, pissing her off instantly.

 

"Fuck you Richie, I know alot more than you think I do. And for you to say that I'm off in never never land is pure asshole, that's you - an asshole.  Why did you come here and try to embarrass Jon and create drama?  Some fucking friend you really are." she yells back at him, even more pissed off that he made her stoop to a level that low.  She's even more mad that she let him get under her skin because if this was pre-kiss, she would dismiss the whole thing and never mention a thing to him.  She's angry now, very angry and she is realizing that she's really pissed at herself.

 

"Beth, you're the flavor of the month sweety.  You think you have something special with him?  Ha ha, you and a dozen others.  Don't get too comfy in this rockstar girlfriend role, your time is limited." he tells her with a look on his face that shows her that he might be a little happy about that.

 

"Richie, just stop." she demands and walks over to the bar and pours herself a glass of wine. 

 

There was a bottle on ice for them when they went to the press conference, but didn't have the time to pop the cork.  Downing her first glass and pouring her second, she hears Jon in the hallway saying, "You're the one that was in my dressing room?  Why were you in my bag?" 

 

Beth turns to look at the doorway and Jon appears with the person he was talking to.  "Babe, look who's here."  with a smile on his face.  Like he has just solved the world's problems.  Beth sees who it is and drops her wine glass, shattering all over the floor at her feet.

 

"Get him out of here now." her facial expression is one of fear and even more anger.  "Get him out of here now, Jon."

 

Jon looks at her with his arm on the shoulder of the person he was talking to, and asks, "I found him in the hallway.  He was looking in my day planner for your phone number.  He heard you were here and dropped by to see you."

 

Beth walks passed the three men that were there and left Jon's dressing room.  She turns down the hallway and she feels a hand on her shoulder, "Hey, what's going on?"  She hears that it's Jon and stops. 

 

"Seriously, Jon?  What's going on?  How can you even talk to him?  Much less bring him into your dressing room or even in the same area code as me.  I told you to get him out of here and I mean it.  Get him the hell out of here, or I'm on the next flight out.  I will not be anywhere near him and I can't believe that you are."

 

Jon, not realizing what he was doing to her, as his memory is limited to things that matter to him and affect him, he had forgotten that Dillon had assaulted and robbed Beth.  "Babe, I thought you would be happy to see your brother?" Jon is puzzled, and he feels like he has done something to her but he doesn't know what.

 

"The brother that assaulted me?" was all she needed to say and she could see the light go on upstairs.  His heart was in his feet and he couldn't even think, he just acted.  Leaving her where she stood, he goes back to his dressing room and sees that Dillon is gone.  Richie is sitting there with a confused look on his face, having no idea who the person was or what was going on. 

 

"Where did he go?"  Jon asked Richie.

 

"I don't know man.  What the hell is going on?" 

 

Jon looks around the room, taking inventory and making sure nothing was missing or had been messed with.  All looked good to Jon.  "That's her brother.  He hit her when she was pregnant and robbed her when she was in New York.  I had forgotten all about it."  Jon rubs his fingers through his hair and Richie could see that he was pretty stressed.

 

"You left to go after Beth and he bolted out of here. I thought he went to go find you guys."  Richie says to his best friend, as he leaves the room.

 

Jon goes back to Beth and tells her, "He's gone."  With his arms at her waist, he guides her back to the dressing room.  "Richie said he left after we did.  I"ll have security search the place and get him out of here if he hasn't left already."  He kisses her on the head, several times.  "Babe, I totally forgot about that, I am so sorry."

 

She rests her head on his shoulder and says, "I know you wouldn't have brought him in if you had remembered.  It was like I had seen a ghost, a bad scary ghost."  She takes a seat on Jon's massage table and dangles her feet.  "I never want to see him again."

 

Jon grabs his cell phone and makes a few calls.  Getting Beth a private security detail pissed her off, but she knew that she wasn't going to win this fight; so she didn't even try.  Who knows what information Dillon had gotten out of Jon's day planner.  Hell, Beth had no idea what information he had in it herself. 

 

Richie, feeling like a third wheel and a little hungry, he asked them, "I'm going to catering, do you guys want anything?"

 

Jon shakes his head no and Beth simply says, "No, thank you."

 

Richie leaves and it's just Jon and Beth.  He finishes with his business and gets up from the makeshift desk he was using.  He stands infront of her and she wraps her legs around his legs.  "Honey, I am so sorry about that.  You gotta believe me."

 

"I do." As she leans forward and outs her head on his chest and her hands on his waist.  "I know, Jon.  What did he say he wanted anyway?"

 

"Nothing really."  Jon takes her face in his hands and guides it up.  He looks at her and he can see the stress in her eyes.  "He just said he wanted to see you.  He seen my bag and what looked like an address book to him.  Obviously he knew it was mine by the monogram, said he was looking for your number."  Beth rolls her eyes about it.

 

"Are you sure nothing is missing?"

 

"There wasn't anything in there really.  The good day planner is back in Jersey, with Dawn.  This one is just a schedule for me.  Nothing important in there at all." He lets out a little chuckle as he pulls her to him and holds her close.  "Are you okay?"

 

She nods slightly and says, "Yeah, it was just a terrible surprise.  You need tighter security back here."

 

"Done."

 

"I heard you on the phone.  How long will I have a babysitter?"

 

"Until I know he isn't up to anything.  He said he lives here now and when he heard we were in town, he wanted to see you."

 

Beth squints, thinking to herself, Why does he live here now?

 

There was a knock  on the door.  Jon walked over, opened it and is greeted by the head of security.  They checked the tapes and found that Dillon was only in Jon's dressing room for a couple of minutes.  He walked in empty handed and left empty handed.  The security officer apologized for what happened and vowed that the rest of his stay would be uneventful.  Jon thanked the man and he left.

 

It's getting closer to showtime and Beth knows that Jon has a routine, a ritual if you will, that he needs to get started on.  And it begins with a massage.  She jumps off of his table and says, "Lock the door."

 

"What?  Richie will be back in a minute."

 

"So, lock the door.  He can go away." and she gives him her best devil smile.  "Lock the door please."

 

He walks to the door and lock it.  Turning to walk back to her, he sees that she has kicked off her heels and has a bottle of oil in her hands.  He smiles.

 

"What do you want me to do?" he asks playfully.

 

"Strip and lay down.  I'll get you started."

 

"Seriously?"

 

"Do I look like I'm playing?  Take off your shirt and lay down." she demands and he wasn't going to argue.  He loved it when she would touch him, he loved it every time; all the time.  He takes off his shirt and lays on the table, on his back. 

 

She looks down at the beautiful specimen of a man and squirts oil on his chest.  It's cold and he jumps a little bit, telling her, "Marco warms the oil first.  You're fired." He laughs at her.

 

"Shut up."  And she rubs her hands up and down his chest.  Playing with the oily chest hair, she makes a Mohawk down the center of his chest, runs her fingernails up and down and thoroughly enjoys what she is doing.  The relaxed look on his face tells her that he was loving it as well. 

 

For a few moments, the two of them are alone and they have a small slice of heaven.  She has the love of her life under her finger tips and he has the love of his life touching his heart.  He loved looking up at her, knowing that she was his forever. 

 

He knows that they have a long road ahead of them, but he was confident that they both were ready for it.

 

 

The fleeting moments that they have are always interrupted and today was no different.  A knock on the door ended their moment in paradise.  Beth wiped her hands off on a towel and answered the door.  It was Marco. 

 

"Hi, Marco.  Come in."

 

"Hey girl, how are you?" Marco asks as he walks in and makes himself at home.  He dropped his bag at the foot of the massage table and asks Beth, "Are you trying to take my job?"

 

Jon pipes up and says, "She would get fired.  She has no idea what she's doing.  She just wanted to tease me." Jon gives a wink to Beth.

 

"Well, let's get the legs done Jon." Marco tells his employers, "Drop the jeans and roll over." 

 

Jon does as he's told and Marco gets to work loosening up the energizer bunny.  Which he does every night before a show, and sometimes after.  Beth sits there and makes small talk with Jon.

 

Marco works Jon over real good and excuses himself.  His job was done, so he left as soon as he could.  He was in SLC for the very first time and wanted to take in some sights, knowing he may need to be back in a few hours to work Jon after the show.

 

Jon is laying there, on his back, with only his boxers on.  Beth sits in the chair across from him and gives him the once over - one side and then the other.  She knows that he needs to get ready for his show and that he needed to save his energy.  But she didn't care. 

 

Having oiled him earlier and watching him as Marco worked his magic, Beth couldn't help but get turned on.  One thing she noticed was that when they went through a stressful situation together and Jon was the hero, that really turned her on.  She was very attracted to the man that took care of her and made sure that she was safe.  He was her knight and she knew it.

 

She got up from where she was sitting and relocked the dressing room door.  She didn't care who might want to come in, or who might need Jon - she needed Jon and she was going to have him.

 

He watched her walk over and lock the door and said, "You're naughty."

 

"But you like it."  As he gets to him, she leans over and crams her tongue down his throat.  With her right hand, she reaches over and pushes his boxers down and start to stroke his penis.  When she's ready to mount him, she stands up, takes her pants and panties off and climbs up on the table.  Straddling him, she continues to kiss him and play with him and he tries to talk. 

 

"Babe, do we have time for this?"

 

"I do.  I only need you for a few minutes." she kisses his nose.  "Lay there and don't move."

 

He laughs, "Not going to happen."

 

"Sshhh, quit talking."  She takes off her shirt and bra.

 

With his hands on her hips, he's able to guide her down on his rock hard cock, but she resists and fights him.  He tries again, and she continues to fight.  She wasn't ready to welcome him in yet, she wanted to play for a few minutes.  The danger of getting caught aroused her a little bit. 

 

"Baby, you're killing me."

 

"Deal with it!" she tells him.

 

She sits up on him and takes the clip out of her hair.  Her blond locks fall on her breasts and Jon has to move it.  Her hair is beautiful and he loves it, but he wants nothing covering her breasts when she is up on top of him like she is.  Running his hands up her belly, he takes a handful of each breast and sits up, welcoming her nipple into his mouth.  Her fingernails pierce the skin on his back and that drives him mad.  He wanted to be buried deep within her and he wanted it now.

 

Beth pushes him back and tells him, "Lay still.  Do not move."

 

She eases herself down onto him, slowly, little by little.  She would go down a little and come up a little, working the two of them together in a way that they haven't done yet.  She was teasing him 100% and she loved it.  He had a firm grip on he hips and he was finding it very hard to lay still and not move.

 

Beth continues to tease Jon and pleasure herself all at the same time.  She loved looking down at him and seeing the look of pleasure on his face.  Eyes are closed, mouth open just a little bit and heavy breathing were signs that Jon was enjoying himself. 

 

As she works herself up and down on him, slamming their bodies together, she was able to get herself off, without letting him get off.  His body language was easy to read and she could stop him form blowing his load before she was ready for him too. When she was done torturing him and playing with him, she smiled at him, as she pulled herself off him, "Thanks babe."  And she hops off the massage table.