Chapter 51

Brianna drove through the gates and parked. She'd spent the entire drive trying to mentally prepare herself for what she was going to face inside the house, but she doubted she was really ready. She had never had to deal with death much - other than her grandparents - so she wasn't sure how well she would handle it or how much help she would actually be to Jon and the kids. Dorothea's weak voice and urgent tone during the phone call summoning her back, gave her the feeling she'd be finding out sooner rather than later.

Taking a deep breath, she climbed out of the car, grabbed her suitcase out of the trunk and headed for the house, not surprised when the door opened before she got there. The shadows in Jon's usually bright blue eyes made her heart hurt.

"Hey. You're back early." His subdued voice showed his surprise.

She stared at him. Does he really not know? "Dorothea called me this morning and said she needed me back....today. Didn't she tell you?"

Jon shook his head. "No, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Things are.....deteriorating. Quickly."

Brianna nodded. "Linda told me."

 "Oh, right. The shopping expedition. How much did that set me back?"

The grumpy words didn't fool her. His tone and the expression in his eyes told of his lack of concern. "It could have been worse. Kenneth didn't have the full winter line in the store."

"Thank God for small mercies." He sighed and reached for her suitcase. "Come on in. Mom's here. She's making dinner. Jake will be thrilled to see you."

"I missed him too." She grinned and followed him inside.

"Bianna!" Jake ran into the foyer, threw his arms around her waist and hugged her. "You came back!"

Frowning, she knelt down front of him to look him in the eye. "Of course I did. Did you think I wasn't?"

He nodded, tears filling his eyes.

"Oh, buddy!" She hugged him again, her own eyes nearly overflowing. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Promise?"

"I promise." She looked up at Jon to see his eyes shining as well.

Carol had been watching from the doorway and decided it was time to step in. "Hello Brianna, nice to see you. Hey Jakey, the first batch of cookies just came out of the oven and I need someone to taste them and make sure they turned out okay."

Jake sniffed, but released Brianna and turned to his grandmother. "I do it!"

Watching his son leave with his mother, Jon sighed, raked a hand through his hair and helped Brianna to her feet. "Dot's in the room next to my office. You go ahead, I'll take your bags upstairs."

"Thanks." Brianna wiped her eyes and took a steadying breath as she walked down the hallway. She hesitated in the open doorway, the sight of the woman lying in the hospital bed in the middle of the room shocking. She'd lost weight, the bones of her face more prominent than before, her cheeks sunken. Her dark hair, normally shiny was now dull and graying. Her skin was loose and sallow. She almost didn't recognize her.

She was sleeping, and Brianna was loathe to wake her. She was about to turn around and leave when Dorothea sighed and opened her eyes. In the depths of those dark eyes, Brianna finally saw the woman she'd first met about two and a half years ago.

"You're back. Good." Dorothea waved her forward. "Come in, sit down. Sorry about cutting your vacation short."

"No problem." Brianna sat in the chair pulled up beside the bed. She looked around the room. "What made you decide to set up your room down here?"

"I can't do the stairs anymore and it's easier for me to be down here so everyone doesn't have to run up and down the stairs." She paused. "And it will limit the sad memories in that room - for everyone." Including you when you move in there.

"That makes sense." Brianna agreed. "You sounded...urgent...on the phone. What do you need me to do?"

"I'm afraid we're running out of time."

"For what? Do you want to add something to the books or change them?"

"No, you did a fantastic job on them. They're perfect. Thank you." Dorothea assured her. "We've covered the past. Now it's time to prepare for the future."

"In what way?" Brianna asked warily, not sure where this conversation was going.

"What I want.....hope....for my family's future. Things I want them to have, values and morals I want the kids to learn."

"So.....you want me to write this down for Jon?" Brianna reached for a pad of paper and a pen.

"Oh he already knows and he'll do his best, but we all know most of that type of education comes from the main woman in their lives. From everything I've seen and heard, you've got all the qualities I could ask for. I have every confidence you will guide them well."

Brianna frowned, trying to grasp Dorothea's meaning.

"The first hurdle you'll have to face will of course be my death. The kids you'll know how to deal with. They'll just need love – possible a little tough love in Jesse’s case - and arms to cry in. Jon will be a little trickier. He'll react one of two ways. Either he'll act like nothing happened for the most part and continue on normally, or......he'll shut down completely. If he does that, you'll have to be strong and tough with him." She paused and looked Brianna in the eye. "You'll have to make him angry at me. Say whatever it takes to snap him out of it. He'll be angry at you at first, and may react a little violently - you should be prepared for that - but once he calms down, he'll understand and appreciate what you did. It won't have any lasting, detrimental effect on your relationship."

"Dot......of course I'll help Jon and the kids in any way I can, but......isn't there someone else.....someone closer than his assistant that should deal with something that....personal?"

Dorothea shook her head. "Sorry, this one's all on you."

Brianna frowned. "Why?"

"Because you're the only who will be able to get through to him. The only one whose sole focus and loyalty is to him and the children. And it will solidify your position in the family."

"And what position is that....exactly?" Brianna was pretty sure she wasn't going to like the answer.

"Lover, caretaker...." Dorothea paused. "....mother.......wife."

Brianna's eyes widened. "You're joking, right?"

"Not at all. Why do you think I've spent so much time helping you learn all about them and how best to handle them?" Dorothea sighed, shifted position and tried to explain. "Ever since it became clear that the treatments weren't going to work, I started thinking about what my family would need to survive and thrive. You were the answer to my prayers. You're great with the kids and they love you, you've earned Jon's trust and respect - which is no easy feat, let me tell you - and you understand the need to balance his work and his personal life.....and you have the strength to stand up to him and enforce it if need be."

"None of that is reason enough for marriage!"

"But it's a great start. And I know there are feelings there." She held up a hand to forestall Brianna's protest. "Don't try and deny it. I can see it in the way the two of you interact. And I think it's great! That's what I was hoping for."

Brianna stared at her, stunned. "Have you told Jon about this plan of yours?"

"Jon? No. Not yet."

Something her voice made Brianna suspicious. Her eyes narrowed in thought. "You told David!"

"Told? No. He figured it out on his own."

No wonder he's been so interested in my relationship with Jon! It was all too much for Brianna to process. "You're crazy!"

"No, I'm dying. And I need to know that my family will be looked after...and happy."

Before Brianna could come up with a response, Jesse appeared in the doorway. "Hi Brianna. Grandma sent me to tell you dinner's ready."

"Okay, thanks Jess." Brianna looked at Dorothea. "Can you make it to the dining room or do you want a tray?"

Dorothea grimaced. "I have no energy anymore. I don't have much of an appetite anymore either."

Brianna considered. "Soup or scrambled eggs…or maybe a grilled cheese sandwich?"

"Ummm....soup sounds good."

Brianna nodded and started to leave the room. At the door she stopped and looked back. "This isn't finished."

"No, it's just beginning." Dorothea agreed, deliberately misunderstanding Brianna's comment.

Frustrated, but unable to say anything with Jesse standing there, Brianna ground her teeth and led the way to the dining room.

Chapter 50

Brianna sat down gratefully at an empty table, glanced at her watch and sighed. It was the end of tour party and she was counting down the minutes until she could go home. But first she had to convince her boss that meant her apartment in Manhatten, not his home in New Jersey.

"Well, you made it through your first tour." Richie commented as he sat down at the table and handed her a glass of wine. "What do you think?"

"I'll let you know after I've slept for about a week and feel human again."

Richie laughed. "Yeah, it tends to have that effect. You'll probably have flashbacks in a few months. Are you taking some time off?"

"That depends on the boss. I hope so."

"Nina!" Tico patted her on the shoulder as he sat beside her. "You survived your first tour!"

"That remains to be seen Teek. I'll let you know when the fog has lifted from my brain."

The echoes of Tico's laughter had several people looking in their direction. "If it helps, it gets easier each tour."

"Good to know." If this last year had taught her anything it was that life was unpredictable. Who knew where she'd be by the time the next tour rolled around...if another tour rolled around. She'd just have to wait and see.

"Bri! You're still here. Good!" Jon sat down and set a glass of wine in front of her.

Brianna eyed the offering warily. "Is it good news or bad news?"

He grinned. "Relax. I just wanted to say thank you for a job well done, especially under some difficult circumstances." He sobered, "Seriously Bri, you went above and beyond and did a great job."

"Thank you."

"Why don't you take the next couple weeks off. You deserve a break."

"Thanks!" She started making a mental list of what she wanted to do. Then she thought about Dot and frowned. "But...."

He knew where her mind had gone. "We'll call you if we need you sooner."

She was gathering her belongings preparing to leave when David approached her. "Did you get your time off?"

"Yes." She eyed him speculatively. "You spoke to him, didn't you."

David shrugged. "I just reminded him to look at the bigger picture." He hugged her with one arm around her shoulders. "Enjoy the time and recharge." He paused. "Don't forget when things get....rough....in the next while, that I'm close by. Don't be afraid to call in reinforcements."

Brianna smiled. "Thanks."

Home! Setting down her keys, purse and suitcase, Brianna sighed in relief. Flipping on the lights, she was gratified to see that the cleaners had been there. The fridge was empty, but food wasn't a priority at the moment - sleep was. In fact, everything else could wait until she'd gotten at least eight straight hours of unconsciousness. Turning off the lights again, she made her way to the bathroom where she quickly washed her face and brushed her teeth. In the bedroom she stripped off her clothes and sank gratefully into bed. She was asleep within seconds.

Bright sunlight streaming through the window woke her. She wasn't really surprised to look at the clock and discover the afternoon was fast approaching. Sighing, she debated getting up or going back to sleep. Suddenly, she realized she hadn't put her phone on its charger - hadn't even taken it out of her purse! She jumped up to find it, hoping she hadn't missed any urgent calls, relieved to find she hadn't. Now wide awake, she headed for the bathroom and a bubble bath. After a long soak she ordered in some food, unpacked and sorted laundry while she waited for it to arrive.

Over the next few days she settled into a routine.....of doing whatever she felt like doing. She didn't travel - she'd done enough of that for awhile. She got caught up with friends, went to the new shows on Broadway, but mostly spent her time reading and relaxing....and researching what Jon and his family were going through and how she might help them.

It was a peaceful, relaxing time. And if she turned multiple times a day to say something to Jon it was only because she was so used to him being there -  not because she missed him or considered him so much a part of her every day, private life.

Meanwhile, in New Jersey things were not quite as.......serene. Jon wasn't sure who was more upset about Brianna not being there - Jake who sulked for three days and couldn't understand why she couldn't spend her 'bacation' with them, or Dot who understood, but wasn't overly happy about it. Her cryptic comment of 'I hope she gets back before it's too late' haunted him and had him debating calling her back early. He'd even had his finger on her number a couple times. He told himself it was for his wife, not because he missed her.

But he did. He missed their late night conversations. He missed having her close by to bounce ideas off of, share a joke or a story with - not that he was alone. Dorothea was there, but they'd been together so long they knew all each other's stories. Plus her obvious fatigue and discomfort made him hesitate to push her for idle conversation.

And it wasn't as if there weren't other adults constantly around. One or several members of their families were always around, particularly Dorothea's sisters and his mother.

But none of them were Brianna.

At the beginning of her second week off, Brianna's phone rang and a glance at the display made her stomach clench. She took a deep breath before she answered. "Hello?"

"Brianna?"

"Hi Steph. How are you?" she didn't know whether to be relieved or more concerned.

"Okay. Aunt Linda's taking me shopping for school clothes tomorrow and I wondered if you wanted to come with us. Maybe have lunch?"

Brianna didn't know what to say. She wasn't opposed, but..... "Um....does Aunt Linda know you're calling me? Maybe she'd rather it just be the two of you."

"She knows. She's okay with it."

Knowing Linda's......concerns....about her relationship with Jon, Brianna was surprised......and curious. "In that case, sure. I'd love to go shopping with you."

"Great! We'll meet you at Kenneth Cole's at....ten?"

Brianna smile at Steph's choice of meeting place. She just might have to do a little shopping herself! "Sounds good, I'll meet you there."

While Stephanie was in the change room, Linda turned to Brianna. "I have to confess to an ulterior motive to inviting you today."

"Oh?"

"Stephanie needed a day away from.....everything. She missed you and wanted to shop with you. Apparently she likes your choice of stores. And I thought it would be a good opportunity to fill you in on what's happening with Dot."

Brianna grimaced. "How bad is it?"

"We're bringing in a hospital bed....and setting it up in the sitting room near Jon's office."

"Wow. She fought that for so long. What made her finally agree?"

"She collapsed on the stairs a couple days ago. If Jon hadn't been there she would probably have broken her neck." Linda had to pause to blink back tears. "She's fading fast Brianna. It's like she was hanging on, waiting for Jon - and you - to get home from the tour, but she just doesn't have the strength to fight anymore. I don't think she's going to last much longer."

"Those poor kids." Brianna was fighting her own tears.

"Bri? Aunt Linda? What do you think of this?"

Both women sniffed and forced smiles. "Looks great sweetie."

"And I know where to find the perfect top to go with it." Brianna added.

Three days later, Brianna was sitting on her balcony reading when her phone rang. "Hello?"

"Brianna, it's Dot." She had to pause to take several breaths before she could speak again. "I need you to come home. Today."

Chapter 49

The rest of the tour ping-ponged back and forth from New Jersey. Aside from Chicago and Boston, they made it home every night - much to Brianna's relief. It made it much easier to avoid temptation. As much as Dot and Jon kept telling her their being together was fine, it still didn't sit well with her.

Part of her was thankful that the tour was almost over, but she dreaded what was coming. Dorothea was starting to fail more quickly. Walking was becoming more and more difficult and they were talking about bringing in a hospital bed. Brianna was afraid she wouldn't last a whole lot longer.

Walking into her hotel room in Boston after the show, Brianna looked at the connecting door and sighed. It was their last night on the road, and she was afraid Jon would want to spend one last night together before the tour was over. There was only the last show at Giants Stadium the day after tomorrow left. After Florida, they'd managed to control their urges, and Brianna wanted to keep it that way. Rather than have yet another 'discussion' on the subject, it was easier to avoid him and difficult situations.

With that thought in mind, she grabbed her purse and room key and headed downstairs to the bar. Remembering what happened in Japan, she ordered a glass of wine and some chicken wings. A few minutes later the murmur of the crowd - and a familiar security guard - warned her that at least one of the guys had walked in. She waited to see if they'd find her.

"Hey Beautiful." David slid into the chair beside her. "What brings you down here? Having trouble winding down? Or avoiding your boss?"

She shrugged. "Take your pick."

"I thought after that loud steamy night in Florida you two had come to an agreement and accepted Dot's free pass."

Brianna grimaced. "That was to work him out of my system."

"What are you going to do now that that didn't work?"

Her brows rose. "How do you know it didn't?"

"I've been watching both of you. You're avoiding him as much as possible and it's making him frustrated - and feeling guilty about it. Not to mention the air fairly sizzles with sexual tension whenever the two of you are in the same room." He fanned himself with his hand.

Brianna snorted and sighed. "This whole situation is a mess."

He studied her face. "Why do I get the feeling you're talking about more than a little fun between the sheets with Boo Boo?"

His choice of words made it sound even more sordid. She sighed again. "That's the biggest part of it, but..."

When her voice trailed off David reached over and squeezed her hand. "Come on Beautiful, you know you can trust me. Tell me. Maybe I can help."

"I'm in way over my head here Lemma. This is so much more than what I signed on for."

"You don't like the job?"

"I love the job - as his assistant. It's the 'personal' side of it that's becoming a little overwhelming." She shook her head sadly. "I'm not a grief counsellor. I'm not trained to deal with this. I'm not the right person for this. I'm not what he...they need."

The tears in her eyes got to him and he slid an arm around her shoulders to hug her. "You're a considerate, caring woman, who is doing what you can to help a family through a horrible time. You're helping a dying mother record memories for her children. You're helping to ensure those children are fed and cared for, and have someone to talk to when they need to. You're helping a man keep his businesses going while he tries to cope with losing his wife. And you're also helping him keep his sanity. You're being someone he can rely on and lean on when he needs to. There is no training for that. It's pure instinct. You are proving yourself the right person for the job. You're exactly what they need. And you're doing a great job."

"At the expense of my values and beliefs!" And the suspension of my life! She grimaced. "That sounds selfish doesn't it? With everything they're dealing with I'm moaning about how it's it affecting me. But.....it's becoming my life too. I spend almost all of my time with him and his family. It's not right. I shouldn't be there! This is a painful, private, family time. They don't need strangers invading their space at a time like this."

She closed her eyes and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Am I a horrible person for wanting some 'me' time? A little time away from......everything?"

"Horrible? No. Human? Yes. And you should have some time on your own. You need to find a balance or you'll burn out. We found that out during the New Jersey tour. If you want, I'll talk to Jon and remind him of what happens when you don't take time out for yourself."

Before she could respond, the murmur of the crowd rose in volume and they could see a dark head coming towards them. Brianna sat up and wiped her eyes.

"Hey!" Richie sat down and looked back and forth between them. "Everything okay? Am I interrupting?"

"No," Brianna shook her head. "Everything's fine. I'm just tired."

"Glad the tour's almost over?"

"Yeah, although it's been a good distraction."

Richie grimaced. "How's Dot doing?"

"She's failing. I have a feeling it's not going to be a whole lot longer. "

They sat in silence for several minutes, then turned the conversation to more pleasant subjects.

Half an hour later, Brianna stood up. "Well gentlemen, it's been fun, but I need to get some sleep."

"Night Beautiful, sleep well."

"See you in the morning."

David entered his room, more than ready for bed, although his conversation with Brianna kept running through his head. He'd warned Dot that her 'plan' might blow up in her face, but he hadn't foreseen the depth of the distress it would cause Brianna.

Slowly undoing and removing his shirt, he tried to think of a way he could help her. A knock on his door broke his concentration and he went to answer it. He wasn't totally surprised to see Jon on the other side. A wry smile curved his lips. "Having trouble winding down or avoiding your assistant?"

"Take your pick." Jon grumbled, pushing by his bandmate to enter the room and take a seat on the couch. He needed to talk to someone and David was the only one who knew the whole picture. He leaned his head back and sighed. "This whole situation is a mess."

Holy déjà vu Batman! David blinked at hearing the exact same words for the second time that evening.  "So Brianna tells me."

Jon's eyes flew open. "She talked to you about it?"

"I ran into her in the bar downstairs....looking pretty much like you do right now."

"And of course you got her to spill her guts." He ignored the fact that he was in David’s room to do exactly that.

"You know how good I am at that." David chuckled. "I just loaned her my shoulder and my ear." He studied his friend. "She needs a break from all of this Kidd. It's overwhelming her." He used the old nickname on purpose to remind his friend of their own overwhelming time.

Jon considered that for a moment. "Is it me or Dot?"

"It's everything. Dot's illness and being pulled into an intense family crisis, you and this crazy free pass plan that goes against everything she believes in but neither one of you can seem to resist, all while trying to learn a new job and travelling all over the world."

"Wow." Jon had never thought about everything Brianna was having to deal with like that. He raked a hand through his hair.

"Yeah. I'm surprised she hasn't quit and walked away."

Jon shook his head. "She wouldn't do that. She's stronger than that."

"Even the strongest people have a breaking point. We should know. We've been there."

Jon sighed. "Does she want out?"

"No, she just needs some time off - from all of it. A few days to rest and recharge."

"Why didn't she talk to me about this?"

"She probably will when the tour ends. She didn't ask me to talk to you." David admitted. "Plus, when you two get near each other there's too much guilt and hormones flying around to have a rational discussion about it."

There was too much truth in David's statement for Jon to argue. He grimaced. "I've never had a problem controlling myself before - when I chose to. What is it about her I can't resist?"

"I don't know, maybe because she's beautiful, sexy, smart, caring and extremely competent? Oh and you have your wife's blessing to fuck her brains out?" David sobered. "And she can distract you from what's going on with Dot."

Jon stared at him. "That sounded like a Dr. Sambora answer."

David shrugged. "You don't have to study psychology to see what's going on here."

"But obviously it's too much to ask of Bri. I know her guilt is eating her up, no matter how much we all try to convince her that she doesn't need to feel guilty." He frowned. "I don't like what this is doing to her. It's not fair to her. But....I don't want to lose her too."

At David's look he raised his brows. "What?"

"Do you have feelings....romantic...feelings for Brianna?"

"No! Of course not. You just finished telling me how 'extremely competent' she is. She's the best assistant I've ever had. I don't want to lose that."

"And is that the only reason?"

"The kids like her. Especially Jake. I think he's in love with her."

I think his father's heading down that road too. "Whatever, I don't think you'll lose her. She just needs some time off. She'll come back. She'll be there when you need her. Just give her a few days off after the tour to take care of herself, then she'll be in better shape to help you and the family."

Jon just nodded.....and prayed he was right.

Chapter 48

Jon's eyes flew open at the feel of Brianna straddling his hips. Even as he ate up the sight of her, still flushed from her last orgasm, his brows rose in question.

She grinned. "My turn to.....explore." 

"Um....okay." His voice was still raspy. "Just don't be disappointed if you don't get the response you want....immediately."

Brianna chuckled and bent to take his earlobe between her lips. "I'll take my time. You just relax and.....recover."

Her hot breath in his ear skittered over his nerve endings, telling him recovery was closer than he thought. He hesitated, then sank into the mattress and let her have her way, curious to see what she'd do.

Delicate fingers traced the tendons in his neck, followed by her mouth. When his head tipped back, exposing his Adam's apple, she nibbled along the ridge.

Muscles flexed under caressing hands as they roamed his chest, a low groan rumbled around the room when thick chest hair was tugged.

Brianna started to lower her head when the glass of wine caught her eye. Reaching out, she dipped two fingers in and took her turn anointing his nipples. They hardened when she blew on them, just like hers had. But she took it a step further, setting her mouth to the masculine paps. Agile tongue licked up the drops of golden nectar from the sensitive skin. Her lips closed over each nub sucking up anything her tongue had missed.

While her mouth teased and tasted, her hands stroked his shoulders and arms, feeling the muscles bunch beneath her fingertips. "Mmmmm."

The stiffening of his erection against her stomach in response to her low purr and her touch reminded her that there were other parts of his body awaiting her attention. Releasing his nipple, she retreated down his torso, nails scraping his sides lightly. The indentation of his navel lured her to pause and let the tip of her tongue explore it's depths, smiling to herself when his stomach muscles contracted.

Shifting, she nudged his legs apart, giving her room to explore him - and she planned to take full advantage.  She started - not with his cock that was standing up, asking for attention - but with the balls nestled underneath. Taking one into her mouth, she ran her tongue over it and sucked.

Jon's groan turned into a hiss when her fingernails scraped the inside of his thigh. Her other hand reached underneath to rub the bare spot and his hands fisted. "Fuck Bri!"

She released him to look up with a grin. "Don't like that?"

He growled. "Enough with the fucking torture!"

"What do you want?"

One hand grasped his now throbbing cock, angling it toward her while the other hand tangled in her hair and tugged. "Suck it."

But she wasn't ready to give in quite that quickly. Instead, she licked the swollen shaft from base to tip with the flat of her tongue. Nudging his hand aside, she wrapped her own around him loosely and pumped slowly. Her tongue slithered around the tip and the ridge beneath it, using his moans to guide her movements.

"Dammit Bri!" Sweat was breaking out on his upper lip as he fought for control.

Brianna chuckled and relented, opening her mouth wide to take him in. She started with just the head, then backing off, then taking a little more a little deeper until finally she concentrated on relaxing her throat muscles and swallowed his entire length. "Mmmmmmm."

The vibrations of her hum rippled along his buried shaft and acted like flame to a fuse, sending sparks throughout his nervous system, making him moan louder. She eased back, then bobbed her head slowly up and down, the added friction had him fisting both hands in her hair and his hips lifting towards her. When she began to suck, he shuddered and suddenly found himself on the verge of explosion.

He tugged on her hair until she lifted her head and released him, one brow crooked in question. "You've got about two minutes to decide where you want me to come."

While she considered her options, the tip of her tongue ran absently along the slit, scooping up the drop of fluid he couldn't hold back.

He growled."Make that one minute."

Brianna chuckled and sat up, once again straddling his hips. Guiding him with one hand, she sank slowly down, her eyes closing at the feel of him stretching her. "Mmmmm. That feels so good."

Jon didn't disagree, but speech was beyond him at the moment. It was taking all of his concentration to hold it together. The feel of her hot, welcoming flesh surrounding him made it all but impossible. His hands clenched on her hips.

Resting her hands on his chest, she started to move, rocking her hips against his. She opened her eyes to look down into his flushed face. His normally bright blue eyes were dark with passion, his lips parted as he panted for breath.

Grinning, her own breathing slightly laboured, Brianna bent over to kiss him, her tongue dipping in for a taste. The change in angle made her gasp and slide her hands up over his chest to brace on the mattress above his shoulders. She rocked faster and faster, driving him in and out of her body.

Jon stroked his hands up her back to once again bury them in her hair, and struggled to resist the urging of his body. He wanted her to come first. "Sit up."

It took a moment to process his raspy, growled words, but she was happy to comply. Sitting up and leaning back on his legs pressed his erection against the front of her passage, the head and ridge underneath it rubbed against her most sensitive spot. "Oh! Oh yes! Mmmmm."

His hands skimmed along her ribcage to cup and massage her breasts while his eyes ate up the vision of her writhing above him. But tightening in his groin warned him time was rapidly running out. Lowering his left hand, he set a callused fingertip on her clit and rubbed.

"Oooooh shit!" Brianna cried out and shuddered. "Too much!" She tried to pull his hand away.

But Jon refused to stop. "Come for me Golden Eyes."

"Oh! Yes! Yes! Yes! JON!" Shaking, shuddering, she kept moving, desperate to ride out the storm overtaking her body.

Strong fingers gripped her hips, holding her down while his hips lifted, thrusting hard, once, twice, three times before he couldn't hold it off any longer and he exploded, his body pumping out its release into the depths of hers. "Bri!"

Brianna collapsed onto his chest and waited for her convulsions to subside. After several minutes she rolled off to lie beside him. "Now we're done." She hoped it was enough to work him out of her system.

Jon frowned slightly at the note of finality in her voice. He understood her concerns - and her guilt - but he also knew some things just couldn't be controlled that easily.  Don't bet on it sweetheart.

It seemed like she'd only been asleep for a few minutes when the phone rang with her wake-up call. Hanging up, Brianna sank back into her cocoon and tried to summon the energy to get up. The heavy band tightening around her waist and the sigh ruffling her hair reminded her she wasn't alone in the bed.

"Why didn't we fly up to Montreal last night again?" Jon grumbled.

"Because you decided you don't like flying at night unless you absolutely have to. I believe the instructions we all got said 9:30am flights only."

"Oh. Right." He sighed again. "Why the fuck did I decide that?"

Brianna had to laugh. "I have no idea." She sat up, yawned, and stretched her arms up into the air. "We'd better get moving if we're going to meet your schedule. Hopefully we can sleep a little on the plane."

Jon just grunted and watched her walk into the bathroom and close the door. When he heard the sound of running water, he rubbed a hand over his face, sighed yet again and dragged himself out of bed in search of his own shower.

Dressed and packed, he walked back through the connecting door to check on her progress. He found her in the bathroom, staring unmoving at her reflection, mascara wand in her hand. Giving her latest suit a quick once over, he stepped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Their eyes met in the mirror. "I like you best in red, but yellow is nice too."

Brianna managed a weak smile. "Thanks."

He studied her face. It was obvious that something was bothering her and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what it was. He sighed, kissed her neck and squeezed her. "Hey! No guilt, remember?"

She grimaced. "I'm.......trying. But it's not that easy."

"I know. But it's what she wants." He grinned. "Last night felt pretty damn good to me. How about you?"

She knew what he was doing. He was going to force her to admit it. "Spectacular." She acknowledged.

"Good. Are you just about ready?"

"Yeah. Two minutes."

They met up with the others in the lobby. David eyed them knowingly. "Hey Beautiful, you look tired. Didn't sleep well?"

"I slept great, just not enough. You look tired too. Rough night?"

Jon was impressed she could keep a straight face.

So was David. "Strange noises kept waking me up. Did you hear them?"

"No, I didn't hear any strange noises." She glanced at Jon. "Did you hear anything?"

Jon shook his head. "No. What did it sound like?"

"Two cats in heat."

Brianna swatted his arm, Jon burst out laughing.

As they headed out to the van, Richie glanced at Tico. "Do you ever feel that you're missing part of the conversation?"

"Yeah." Tico eyed the two walking in front of them. "And I think it might be better that way."

Richie considered for a moment. "You may be right."

Chapter 47

Brianna walked into her room, set down her purse and briefcase and sighed. She'd spent the drive from the venue avoiding David's knowing looks….and Jon's heated ones. Thankfully, Richie and Tico couldn't see either, or any hope of keeping Dorothea's 'plan' a secret would be gone.

Looking at the door that connected her room with Jon's she winced. What the hell did I agree to? Sleeping with him is sooo not the right, ethical thing to do! Unfortunately, her self control deserted her with the touch of his lips. All her good intentions stripped away with one swipe of his tongue against hers. And she was tired of trying to fight it.

She glanced at the bed. Well at least tonight should be more comfortable than a wall. And maybe, just maybe, she could work him out of her system. But if she was going to go against everything she was taught about decency and proper behaviour, she wasn't going to let Jon run the show all the time. Digging through her suitcase, she pulled out the garment she was looking for and headed for the bathroom, a grin curving her lips. Time to take back a little control.

Jon entered Brianna's room, a bottle of wine in his hand. A sweeping glance told him the room was empty, the sound of water running in the bathroom told him where she was. He filled two glasses and set them and the bottle on the bedside table before settling on the bed to wait for her.

When the bathroom door opened, he looked up and his breath stopped in his chest like he'd been kicked by a horse. "Jesus!" His cock stood up to get a better look - or tried to, pushing against the denim of his jeans.

One feminine brow rose as she laid her suit over her suitcase and approached the empty side of the bed. "Something wrong?"

His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed heavily, licked dry lips and tried to speak. The red lace teddy she wore - if you could call it that - barely covered the tips of her breasts, baring the creamy swells on either side, then trailed down the centre of her stomach before fanning out just enough to cover the mound between her legs.....and left him speechless. He was forced to resort to simply shaking his head.

Brianna smirked and climbed onto the bed, noting that his eyes followed her movement, remaining focused mainly on her breasts. Stretching, she arched her back, her arms sliding under her hair, lifting it and letting it fall back down her back like a waterfall of dark fire.

His hands clenched against the urge to reach out and touch. But when she reclined beside him, he couldn't resist any longer. Turning on his side toward her, one hand lifted to trail over the skin of her torso bared by the teddy. "What happened to my prim and proper assistant?"

"Mmmmm." Her eyes drifted shut and her body lifted towards his caressing hand. "Now you know my deep, dark secret. Besides, for what you need me to 'assist' you with right now, 'prim and proper' won't work."

Jon didn't argue. He much preferred this sultry, sensual side of her - at least outside of work hours. He leaned over her. "I'm looking forward to seeing what other deep, dark secrets are waiting to be discovered."

Her chuckle was cut off by his mouth descending on hers. Backing off until their lips were just brushing, he traced her mouth with his tongue and nibbled her bottom lip.

"Mmmmm." Brianna's arms lifted to wrap around his shoulders.

Jon grasped her wrists and pressed them into the pillow above her head. "No. Don't touch me. Not yet. I want to make this time last. I want to explore every inch of you."

His mouth explored her neck and collarbone while his hands stroked down her arms, halting at the top of her ribcage. Lifting his head, he gazed down at her breasts spilling out the top of the teddy. While his thumbs brushed the sides of the plump mounds, he watched her nipples pebble at his touch and poke against the lace. He bent just enough for his tongue to draw wet designs on her warm flesh. The hardening tips lured him to taste, licking and sucking through their lace covering.

Brianna moaned softly, her body starting to undulate in response to the sensations shooting through it with every pull of his lips on the sensitive tips. "Mmmmmm."

The brushing of her hips against his was like gasoline on the flame of his desire. His cock swelled even more, pushing against the restraint of his zipper. Shifting his attention to her other breast, he slid one hand slowly down over her stomach to cup between her legs. The silk was already damp with her arousal and he could feel her swollen clit. With the heel of his hand he ground against the sensitive nub, smiling around the one in his mouth at her cry of pleasure and  the bowing of her body.

Her hands fisted in the bedding, anchoring herself against the waves of sensation crashing over her with his every touch. "Oh! Oh! Mmmmm." Her hips rocked feverishly against his hand, her teeth clenched on ger bottom lip, her only thought to find release. "Jon!"

The sound of his name spoken in a voice husky with need had the brick in his pants pushing to get out. But as much as he ached to feel the wet heat of her flesh engulfing his eager cock, he was determined not to rush it this time. He finally had her in a bed, with her hair down and spread across the pillow - and he was sober this time. He was going to explore and enjoy her as long as his control could hold out.

The tour was coming to an end. And even though she'd agreed to this.....relationship, he knew she was struggling with her conscience. If he was being totally honest, it wasn't sitting all that well with his either. A night like this might never happen again. He was going to take advantage of it. Whether that made him an asshole or not.....he just couldn't resist anymore.

Releasing her nipple, he moved down her body, trailing open mouth kisses along the strip of lace running down the centre of her torso.  As he neared her pelvis, her thighs opened. He didn't need to be asked twice. Sliding into the space provided my her movement, he took a deep breath, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her arousal. 

One finger traced her seam and toyed with the snaps holding the teddy together at the crotch while his mouth focused a little higher up. His tongue found the nub of her clit and licked. His teeth found it and nibbled. His lips found it and sucked.

Brianna shifted her grip to the rungs in the head board, clenching as her body shuddered. "Fuck Jon!"

"That's the plan." He chuckled. "But not yet. I want to watch you come for me first." He squeezed her nipple with one hand, teased her entrance between the snaps with the other and sucked her clit. Hard.

"Yes! Oh! Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!" Her body arched up off the bed as his wish was fulfilled.

While Brianna recovered, Jon dragged his open mouth along the inside of her thigh down to her knee....and nibbled his way back up along the damp trail. He repeated the exercise on her other leg, noting the tensing of her muscles. Apparently, not only was she wonderfully responsive, she recovered quickly too. Perfect!

Using thumb and forefinger, he gripped the material between the snaps and pulled. When the snaps gave way, he pushed the satin and lace up her torso, baring her, to his gaze, to his fingers, to his mouth. Calloused fingertips stroking her swollen folds acted like sandpaper on her nerve endings, making her gasp. His tongue followed to soothe the pulsing tissue.

"Mmmmm." Brianna moaned and lifted her hips towards him, silently asking for more.

Jon was more than happy to oblige and settled in to explore. Every nook and cranny of her most female flesh felt his attention....and he lapped up the evidence of her appreciation. "Sweet. God! You taste so sweet." His tongue dove deep in search of hidden cream.

"Jon!" She shuddered.

He didn't let up. While he licked up her offering, savouring her flavour, his fingers stroked and caressed. He shifted, his mouth moving to focus its teasing torture on the sensitive nub at the top of her cleft. Two fingers probed her aching opening, then pressed deep.

"Jesus!" Brianna breathed, her back arching.

"No, Johnny." Jon paused to correct her, then resumed his ministrations,

Her chuckle was choked off when clever fingertips found the spot on the front of her channel guaranteed to send her into orbit and she cried out. "OH! Yes! Right there! Fuck yes!"

Jon glanced up and lost himself in the vision in front of him. The hints of fire in her hair flashed with every thrash of her head. Amber eyes were squeezed tightly shut and perfect white teeth bit down on her bottom lip in an attempt to hold back the sensations threatening to overwhelm her. So fucking beautiful!

His aching cock pulsed, reminding him to move things along....or it would be all over and he brought his focus back to the matter at hand. His movements became regular, but unhurried. He wanted to push her, to built her to the point where she couldn't hold it back. he wanted to hear her scream.

Brianna tightened her grip on the headboard and fought to control the tide rising inside her. "Jon! Please!"

"Don't fight it. Let it go. Come for me Golden Eyes. Now!" Closing his lips around her clit again, he sucked hard and thrust his fingers deeper.

"JON!!!" The scream was ripped from her throat.

Ah! There we go! Jon grinned and slowed the movement of his hand, letting her ride out the storm. When she'd calmed, he rose to strip off his jeans and groaned in relief when his cock broke free. How long it remained free from confinement was the question. Already his body missed the warmth of hers.

Kicking denim aside, he climbed back onto the bed and settled into the cradle she'd created for him. She was still panting for breath when he removed the teddy. Catching sight of his glass of wine on the bedside table, he considered, then reached to dip his fingers in. His lips curved in approval as her nipples started to harden at the first touch of the golden liquid. He blew across the damp tips to finish the process.

Brianna groaned and rocked her hips against the hard shaft lying along her cleft, shocked at the passion surging through her once again. "Jon please!"

His hips echoed her motions, his own groan escaping at the feel of her scalding moisture bathing his cock. "Like this? Tell me what you want."

"You." She swallowed and licked dry lips. "Enough teasing. I want you. Inside me. Please Jon, I can't wait any longer!"

Neither could he. Bracing on his elbows, her smoothed her hair away from her face, spreading it over the pillows. He stroked her cheeks, framing her face between his hands. His seeking flesh found her opening. "Look at me Golden Eyes." 

Dark lashes fluttered and rose. Flexing his hips, he entered her, watching her eyes brighten more with every burrowing inch.  When she'd absorbed all of him, she clenched around him, holding him tight. They both groaned. "Feels so good."

He couldn't agree more. "Perfect." Touching his lips to hers, he started to move, thrusting slowly, gently.

Brianna sighed, her body matching his rhythm, her tongue peeking out to touch his. "Mmmmm."

Sweat ran down his spine with the effort it took to keep his movements slow and easy. As much as he wanted to feel the pleasure of release, he wanted to make these moments last as long as he could. It felt too good to rush.

But his control was severely tested when her hands came down to stroke and grip his back. "More." Her nails raked. "I need more!"

Jon groaned and gave in, increasing the speed and friction until they were both shouting.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Brianna chanted as the wave swamped her and she shattered.

Jon collapsed and it took several minutes before he had the strength to withdraw from her body and roll to lie beside her. "That...was..." He couldn't form the words.

"Amazing." Brianna gasped.

Yeah, that word works.

Loud thumping on the wall startled them. "You guys done? I need some sleep!" David's voice was only slightly muffled.

Brianna froze for a moment, her eyes wide. Turning to look at Jon, sweat drenched and naked beside her, she grinned. "Just getting started!"

"Fuck!"

Jon chuckled, sure she was joking.

Wrong again.

Chapter 46

Brianna walked into her hotel room, set her purse on a table, stepped out onto the balcony and sighed. Florida in July wouldn't have been her first choice of destinations, but anything was a welcome relief from Red Bank. It would be even better if she could get away from Jon for awhile too, but that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

The conversation with Dorothea a few days ago - and her blatant attempt to push them into bed together -  still freaked her out. It went against everything she'd been raised to believe, and undermined her conscience's fight against her libido. She hoped Jon would reconsider and fight it too - or she'd be lost.

"Hey Beautiful, how're you holding up?"

She turned towards the balcony on her left. "Hi David. I missed you on the plane." They'd all been coming from different directions so they'd flown separately, robbing her of even the distraction of their company. It had been just her and Jon. Thankfully, it was a short flight.

"I bet. Jon's not exactly a brilliant conversationalist at the best of times."

"Fuck you Lemma." Came from the balcony of the room on the other side of Brianna's.

"Sorry Frank, but as much as I need to get laid, you're not my type. Besides, I'm not the one who has your wife's seal of approval." He paused. "But can you guys do me a favour? If you're going to get it on tonight, can you do it in your room Beautiful? The walls are thin enough I can live vicariously." Stretching, he retreated into his room, leaving his friends in stunned silence.

"You told him?" Jon hissed at her.

"No, of course not!" Brianna denied, her face flaming. "Dot did."

Jon groaned. "Great. Just fucking great. Of all people, she had to tell him." He sighed. "Do the rest of them know?"

"Not that I'm aware of."

"Thank God for small mercies." He shook his head. "But Lemma! If she had to tell one of them, why couldn't it have been Tico? He wouldn't torture us with it!"

Brianna couldn't help but laugh. She had no doubt that his prediction about what David could - and most likely would- do with the information would come true. She also had no doubt that Dorothea had chosen her confidante precisely for that reason - to push things along if necessary. "You know, for such a caring woman, your wife is very devious."

"You don't think she picked him on purpose." He frowned, considering. "What am I saying, of course she did."

"Mmmmm. And that makes me wonder if there's something more to her plan than just getting us into bed together."

"Like what?" He had his own suspicions.

"I don't know, but the way she's pushing, I just have a feeling there's more to it." And she was trying not to think about what it might be.

Brianna spent the time before the show monitoring interviews, checking Jon's supplies....and waiting for whatever David might do or say next. Between that and fighting her instinctive reactions to Jon, she was a nervous wreck.

Jon wasn't much better, but unlike Brianna he wasn't trying to fight the primal pull between them anymore. And his condition wasn't due to concern about what David might do. His friend might enjoy teasing them - and embarrassing Brianna - but he would keep it within the 'family', and he would never do anything to hurt them. No, Jon's nervous system was in overdrive because, well, he was hornier than a stag in rut. He could handle the abstinence when he was on tour in Europe and away from his wife, but when she - or her approved stand-in - was nearby his cock didn't want to take 'no' for an answer. At this point, the mere scent of her perfume gave him a hard-on! Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he hadn't been able to get her alone for any length of time.

Descending the stairs from the stage, Jon pulled off his sweat soaked shirt and glanced around. As he wiped his face with the towel a staffer handed him, and started towards his dressing room, his eyes continually scanned the area around him. But his assistant was nowhere to be seen.

David had been watching his frontman, a smirk twisting his lips. He knew what - or rather who - he was looking for. When she wasn't in the control room they passed, he had a pretty good idea where she was. When they neared Jon's dressing room, David nudged him. "Need some extra time before we leave tonight?"

Jon didn't even blink. "If she's in there....yes."

"I'll distract everyone, but are you sure you can't wait until you get back to the hotel?" He looked like a kid denied candy.

Jon snorted. "Fuck off."

David sighed. "I've tried that, but it doesn't work very well."

Hand on the doorknob, Jon shook his head. "Go soak your head asshole." Opening the door, he stepped into the room, glancing around as he did so.

Brianna looked up as the door opened. Damn it! Not fast enough. She'd been hoping to finish packing up what he didn't need anymore and get out of the room before he returned.......at least her head did. Her libido was a different matter, but she was ignoring that.

Or trying to. 

Coming face to face with Jon's bare, sweaty chest had her nostrils flaring and the urge to lick was almost overwhelming. Don't do it Bri. Fight it. You're not that kind of woman. You're better than that.

When their eyes met and locked, the sparks flew. Jon closed the door and reached bend him to lock it. Stepping close to her, he dropped his shirt and ran his hands up her arms to grip her shoulders and haul her against him.

Brianna's hands came up to brace against his chest, but she made no effort to push him away. The heat and hunger in the cobalt depths of his eyes mesmerized her. She watched silently as his head dipped and his mouth captured hers.

The touch of their lips acted like bellows on the embers of their passion, fanning it into a full blown fire that burned through any arguments her conscience could raise. She knew she was lost before her back hit the wall. Her fingers flexed into his pecs as their tongues dueled, nails biting lightly. The combination of his hot skin under her hands, the musky scent of him in her nose and his tangy flavour exploding on her tongue swept away all thoughts except that she needed more.

Sensing victory, Jon tilted his head, deepening the kiss even more. When her hands slid up over his shoulders and into his hair, he set his hands on her body, stroking up and down her sides before shifting to cover her breasts. There his fingers played, squeezing, caressing and rubbing until the nipples pebbled under the silk of her sleeveless blouse.

Her moan was swallowed by his mouth and her back arched, pressing her body even closer to his. With a low growl, Jon made short work of the buttons on her blouse and brushed it aside, revealing the plump mounds of her breasts swelling over the lacy cups of her bra.

Tearing his mouth from hers, he looked down to feast his eyes on the sight. Calloused fingertips caressed bare skin and pinched the hard tips, making her gasp. Unable to resist another second, he bent to take her flesh into his mouth, biting and sucking her through the lace, rubbing the sensitive crest with his tongue.

Brianna fisted her hands in his hair, holding him against her, mewling at the bolts of sensation radiating through her body. "Jon......please!"

He didn't stop to clarify what she was pleading for - he couldn't take the chance she wanted him to stop. He lifted his head to switch to her other breast, his hands lowering to reach for the hem of her skirt. In one smooth motion he pulled until the material was bunched around her waist.

Brianna's head dropped back to hit the wall behind her at the feel of his hand sliding between her legs. She cried out when her moved aside the strip of her thong and buried one finger inside her moist channel. When he added a second finger she whimpered, her hips rocking against his hand. "Jon!" Her breath came in pants. "Need you...inside me...now!"

Not about to argue when she was offering him relief for his aching cock, he used his free hand to open his pants and started to push them down over his hips, not really surprised to feel her hands ready to help. His erection freed, he withdrew his fingers and used them to guide the throbbing shaft into her body. Grasping her knee, he lifted her leg until she hooked it over his hip. His head lifted to recapture her mouth just in time to muffle her scream when his full length breached her.

Like a match set to paper, their passion exploded. The feel of her flesh holding him tightly, the hot wetness surrounding him assuring him of  her body's welcome, snapped what little control he had left and his hips began to move. Gentleness was beyond him, rendered impossible by his fierce, aching need. Each thrust was harder and reached deeper than the last.

But Brianna didn't mind. In fact, she wanted more. Moaning deep in her throat, her hips rocked against his and her hands gripped his back, pulling him closer. She broke the kiss to gasp for breath. "Yes! Yes! Jon!" Her fingers curled involuntarily, nails biting.

"Fuck!" Jon groaned against her throat as he exploded inside her.

Brianna cried out, his spasms triggering hers. "JON! YES!"

For several minutes the room was silent except for their gasps as they fought to get their breath back. Finally, Jon blew out a breath, withdrew from her body and stepped back to look at her. Once again he hadn't taken the time to let her hair down, and while satisfying, he'd like to be able to take his time and explore her body and the limits of her passion. Meeting her glowing golden eyes, his lips twisted. "That was a great appetizer, but I'm still hungry. Let's get back to the hotel and settle in for the main course."

She stared at him for a long moment, debating, but realized she just couldn't fight it anymore. "Your room or mine?"

Smirk grew into a grin. "Yours. And I want you to be as loud as you possibly can...especially when you're screaming my name. Let Lemma choke on his jealousy."

She laughed. "I'll see what I can do."

Chapter 45

Brianna pulled onto the grounds and parked in her usual spot near the house. Staring up at the chateau style building gleaming in the summer sun, she couldn't sort out her feelings. Even though neither the house nor the family that lived in it was hers, it felt strangely like home - more so than the one she grew up in anyway. 

Here, no one judged her every word and move, telling her how she should behave, how she should dress, what she should think, what her life goals should be or reminded her what 'her place' was and to uphold the family's honour and reputation. Here, she was just 'Bri': employee, confidante and friend. Here she could voice her opinions freely, stay in her pajamas all day if she wanted to and no one frowned at her for not being married with at least two kids.

"Woof!" Copper stood by her door, tongue hanging out and tail wagging excitedly.

Brianna smiled, opened the door and stepped out. "Hello Copper. I'm coming." She ruffled his fur and thumped his side.

Inside, Jake looked up from his train at the buzz of the gate, sending a hopeful gaze towards his father. "Bianna home?"

Jon glanced at the video monitor from the gate camera showing the vehicle driving through. "Yes."

"Yay!" Jake jumped up and ran towards the front door.

Grinning, Jon followed him. As soon as he opened the door, Jake was out like a shot, almost knocking Brianna over in his exuberance.

"Hi buddy!" She hugged him, grateful for the excuse to look somewhere other than at her boss standing in the doorway wearing shorts - and nothing else. She also ignored her body's response to that vision. Definitely past time to find a boyfriend! "Did you miss me?"

"Yep!"

Jon shook his head at his son, but couldn't hold back a smile. "Hi." Looking closer at her face, he frowned. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah." She grimaced. "Family is......tiring."

"I hear ya. That's one of the reasons we nixed a family gathering yesterday."

"So what did you do? Did you go to Bruce's?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Southside says hi, by the way."

Brianna grinned. "He was there? Now I'm even more sorry I missed it."

Jon snorted. "So was he."

A noise had them turning to watch Jake trying to pull Brianna's suitcase into the house.

"What are you doing buddy?" His father asked.

"Bianna home. Dis need to go inside so her not weave again."

"Ah." Jon grinned. "Need some help?"

"Nope." Jake tugged the handle and grunted. "I gots it."

Jesse appeared in the doorway, watched his brother for a moment, then stepped forward. Turning the case around, he pulled out the handle extension and handed it to Jake. "Here. It's got wheels. It's easier to pull it this way."

"Oh. Tanks Jesse!" With only a few bumps and bangs Jake managed to get her suitcase into the house.

"I hope you didn't have anything breakable in there." Jon smiled wryly.

Brianna smiled. "No, it should be fine."

"Ummm....Bri?"

"Yes Jess?" She was familiar with that look. He wanted something.

"Mom asked if you would look after dinner tonight."

"Sure." She studied his face and smiled. "Is there something in particular you'd like?"

"Um...well....maybe pork chops?" He asked hopefully.

"Mmmm...and mashed potatoes?" Jon added.

Brianna looked back and forth between the two males wearing identical pleading expressions and had to laugh. "Yeah, okay."

"And chockit cake!" Came from the open doorway.

"Guess I'd better get busy then." Brianna entered the house and headed for the kitchen, ruffling Jake's hair as she passed him.

Sitting around the dinner table, listening to the conversations, laughter - even minor squabbles -  the love and affection shared by everyone there was as obvious to Brianna as it was a rare occurrence for her. This is how a family should act.

Afterwards, Brianna was in the kitchen cleaning up when Jon came in with the last of the dishes. He studied her face for a moment, then took the plate out of her hand and set it in the dishwasher. "Why don't you go and relax and let me finish this?" One hand lifted to cup her cheek, thumb rubbing lightly over the shadow under her eye. "You look tired."

Her eyes drifted shut to savour the heat of his touch. Suddenly realizing what she was doing, she abruptly pulled away. "I'm okay."

"Bri....I thought we agreed not to ignore this and let whatever happens happen."

"But not in this house. And definitely not where the kids can walk in and see."

He sighed. "Four more days."

She didn't need to ask what he was referring to. Her libido was looking forward to getting back to the tour too. Still, she was determined to fight it.....for as long as she could. She had to. He was married and as her father reminded her, she was raised better. Gathering her defences, she snorted. "Pretty sure of yourself."

Jon couldn't prevent a smirk from curving his lips. "Maybe. Or maybe I've just had more experience to recognize that whatever this is between us is stronger than either one of us. We can fight it all we want, but...." He shrugged.

As much as Brianna wanted to argue, she was afraid he was right. Then again, maybe she was just tired....or horny.

They weren't the only ones frustrated. Dorothea had been trying to give them as much time alone together as she could to encourage their relationship, but as far as she could tell, it was all for naught.

Shuffling from the bed to the bathroom, she leaned against the vanity and waited for the stabbing pain in her abdomen to fade. A glance at her watch confirmed she had another twenty minutes before her next morphine dose. I can make it. Just breathe through it. That was easier said than done some days. Like today, when it felt like a twenty pound weight was sitting on her chest, making taking a deep breath next to impossible.

When she'd finished in the bathroom and collapsed back on the bed, she turned her mind back to her husband and his....assistant. She needed to find a way to push that situation along. And I don't have a lot of time left to do it.

The next day she had her opportunity when the little ones were down for their nap, Steph was at a friend's and Jesse was at football camp. She climbed the stairs with Jon's help, intent on taking a nap herself, and found Brianna - as expected - waiting to help her get settled.

Leaning back on the pillows, Dorothea eyed her companions. "Jon, why don't you take Bri down and show her around the guest house." She paused. "And take your time."

Jon frowned. "Why?" He had a sneaking suspicion he knew.

"I've seen it already." Brianna added.

"I thought maybe it might come in handy for the two of you." At their blank looks, she elaborated. "A space for some private time." She sighed. "Do I really have to spell if out for you?"

"Dorothea..." Brianna started to protest, but was cut off.

"Bri, we've been over this before. I am totally in favour of you two having a sexual relationship. And I understand that it would be difficult under this roof....with the kids running around. So I thought the guest house would work. Sort of your own little love nest."

"Jesus Dot!" Jon raked a hand through his hair.

Brianna, face flaming, closed her eyes and rested her forehead against the window beside her.

"Oh come on you two." Dorothea scoffed. "We're all adults here. And you've both known me long enough not to be surprised by my plain speaking." She focused on Brianna. "It's one of the reasons why I avoid the media. I'm not good at the whole diplomatic thing." She sighed. "At the very least you can use it as a place to escape from all this," the wave of her hand encompassed the oxygen tank, morphine bottles and other paraphernalia that went with helping her cope with her disease, "when you need to." She closed her eyes. "Everyone needs a place to escape."