Chapter 24

Shannon lay one her bed, face in her pillow intent on having a good cry. What the hell was going on? How in the hell did her life get so damn weird so damned fast?

First her sister shut down. Turned totally off! No more late night heart to hearts, no more laughing easy banter, all because they moved back to Jersey. Then by some odd luck... or was it curse that these two men suddenly appeared. Up until this very moment Shannon had been ecstatic! FINALLY some excitement in her life! Jon was so much more than she would have dreamed! He really was a genuinely nice guy! So what if he was a little reserved and maybe even a bit secretive. He never talked much about himself, but that was ok, he asked a lot about her and really listened.

But then there was Richie...... sure he was sexy and could make her laugh but what the hell had he done to Mel?? Of course Mel was upset to see her baby sister gettin' it on with an almost stranger but to be so rude and physical?? She’d never in her life acted that way.....

Ok maybe that wasn't true... Shannon thought long and hard. There was a time, long ago... She could barely remember it but it was there. Dad was still alive....Mom was happy and normal....what was it mom had said?

If we don't watch it Robert, Melanie and that next door neighbor boy are going to both end up in Juvvie! They toilet papered the Anderson yard last night! The whole neighborhood calls them little hoodlums!

Shannon shook her head.... was that little hoodlum Richie? She recalled a young Melanie and a group of faceless boys on the front lawn. Her sister DID have quite a loud mouth back then, just as loud as the boys and sometimes just as naughty. Shannon assumed she'd just grown up.. grown out of that phase, but now, it seemed it was back with a vengeance.

Jon knocked on the closed door as his mind went around all that had just happened. Hell it had been great, she was responding, and he was actually enjoying the realness of it and BOOM! the missing sister returned. God she was fuckin' nuts, and Richie was crazy to think she was anything other than nuts.

But Nooo, Richie was acting as if it were life like usual. Jesus no wonder he was so patient, he'd put up with that his whole life?

Shit she wasn't answering. "Lil Bit, come on, let me in precious. Don't hide in there."

Shannon felt one single tear fall from her lashes. She sat up debating whether to let him in or not. God he must think they were all insane. She angrily wiped the offending tear away and rose. She would not let HIM see her crying. She schooled her expression to bland and opened the door "Hey... come on in... you don't have to knock ya know:"

He slipped past her and turned. “Yeah I do, my mom would kick my ass if I just opened a lady's door." He watched her a moment, saw the redness and puffiness that spoke of tears, then lifted his hand, his finger curling to motion her closer. "Come're lil bit."

"What?" She eyed his finger warily as he stood there braced against the door jamb. "I'm fine, really," she stated as she stepped up to him.

When she got close enough, his hands moved around her and pulled her in tight. "Yeah tell that to someone who might believe it."

She gave a shaky laugh and laid her head on his chest. "I'm so sorry about this... I really don't understand it."

He brushed a hand over her hair, his chin moving to rest on the top of her head. "Gotta admit I ain't too sure what's going on either, but you know more than me. Hell, I’ve never seen King that outta joint, or well that centered, shit he's both, fuckin' weird is all it is."

She relaxed against him, "God I feel like such an ass" She sighed "I've never yelled at her like that."

His snort ruffled her hair, "According to you she never yelled at you ever. She yelled first so she deserved it."

"Maybe, but still..." She sighed and wrapped her arms around his waist "She's never quite walked in a scene like that before either...."She gave a nervous laugh.

His brow quirked upwards as he laughed; "Ahhuh, and you make a habit of it? For that matter you make a habit of walking in with her half naked under some guy?"

"No I guess that’s a first for us both."

His lips brushed over her hair as he walked her backwards to the bed. "It will be ok, things will get better."

Unaware of what he was doing she squeaked when her knees caught the bed and laughed as she fell back. "God I hope so... or else I might end up all cuckoo like her!"

He settled himself beside her then pulled her into his body. "Oh I doubt you'd ever be cuckoo precious, although, you might find yourself screaming one day."

"Screaming?" She raised an eyebrow in question as her hand moved to brush his hair out of his eyes.

He nuzzled into her neck and chuckled. "Mmmhmmm. We were getting to that not too long ago.'

Shannon let her head fall back, giving him better access to her neck and genuinely laughed. "You Mr. Bon Jovi are unbelievably rotten to the core!"

"Mmmmhmmmm." His tongue flashed along her pulse point only to trace the shell of her ear. "And getting more rotten by the day."

She purred low in her throat "More like by the minute."

His hand slid to her tummy, his fingers tracing circles on the slip of skin showing between shirt and jeans, the slightest grin playing about his lips.

She sighed deeply when she felt the deep stirring begin again. "Did you lock the door?" she whispered

He shrugged as his finger teased over the waist of her jeans and along her zipper. 'I dunno."

"Do you think...." She leaned up and flicked her tongue over his bottom lip, "maybe you should?"

He sealed his lips to hers, his body shifting to loom over her. "Nope."

He was so damn naughty! So damn......spontaneous! Didn't seem to worry or live by any common rules......It excited her as much as it scared her. "Ok... have it your way....." Her voice was huskily as she boldly ran her hands over his chest, still a bit unsure but just adventurous enough to want to try to make him feel as hot as he'd made her feel before they were interrupted. She tilted her head a bit and leaned in to run her tongue over one pink nipple nestled in the sea of hair on his warm chest.

He groaned as her deadly little lips caught his chest. His jeans had just settled back into the comfort zone, and now they were growing tight again. Jesus, Zero to 60 in less than a second that girl.

His fingers clasped the zipper and slid it lower as he grinned and watched her shiver. Shit, she was so responsive to just a simple touch, he could only imagine what she'd do if he ever actually did more.

With a few economical moves he leaned back and pulled, the tight jeans sliding easily off her legs as he settled back in, his shoulders rolling between her thighs to open her to his hungry eyes.

Before he could stop himself his tongue slid along her heat, and felt the texture of her, reveling in the dark as sin taste of her inner core. Now that was a taste he could get addicted too.

She watched him as he slid off her jeans, she felt no shyness only anticipation as he crawled back and stopped, his head hovering over her hips her mouth dropping open. "What are you?" She felt the softness of his tongue and whimpered. "Oh... god," fell from suddenly dry lips as she forgot what she had been asking.

He felt the shiver and grinned, it got them every time. His hands slid along her inner thighs as his tongue circled that suddenly hard lil nub that was pulsing just for him. Rolling it gently between his lips he suckled gently as one finger slid into her moist inner core easily.

God he was doing it again. That magic with his hands..... pure fire that’s what he was, pure untamed fire, and she loved it. Her hands clenched the pillow beneath her head as her hips once again began to move on their own as they sought out more pressure for her center. She sighed so softly, quiet little mewls coming fro her lips, she moved her hands to his head hovering there on her most intimate spot and laced her fingers thru his hair "You are... so ..... fucking.... wicked," she panted.

His brows waggled as he bit down lightly on her core just as a second finger was added to the first. Wicked, that was him, and he'd do all the wicked things he could come up with, she seemed receptive enough.

She felt him stretching her, when he plunged another finger deep she let out a moan that she was sure resounded off every wall in the house. "Shit!" She gasped as she clamped a hand over her mouth in effort to stop the uncontrollable noise.

His gaze flicked up when the first whimpers started and saw her trying to keep from making the noises he craved. He'd just have to push a little harder, slide her over the edge so that she had no time to think of not making sound.

He released the quivering nub of her his tongue flickering along and around his fingers before reattaching to her, his fingers pumping slowly as he drove her ever closer.

Pulling away from her intoxicating taste he slid over her body, his lips fastening to hers as his thumb pressed gently against the pulsing flesh, his tongue teasing over the seam of her lips until she let him in, allowed his tongue to duel with hers.

She tasted him again, hell she tasted herself on him and it made her lose any last bit of restraint. Her arms grasped his shoulders and she thrust her tongue against his with a primal growl her fingernails biting into his flesh as she crested over that peak once again. She broke from his kiss and cried out his name again and again oblivious to the volume of her cries oblivious to anything but the earth shattering wave of heat coursing through her.