Chapter 32

Katie worked a double schedule that week since she was flying down to Nashville to see Jon that weekend. She knew she should stop in and say hi to her parents, but she was going to be selfish and not tell anyone she was going. She wanted to spend every spare minute with Jon since she wasn't sure how often they would see of each other the next month. She knew Jon was working feverishly on wrapping up the greatest hits album and trying to work on his own as well.

After she arrived at the airport early that evening, she took a taxi straight to the hotel and went up to his suite on the top floor. He opened the door when he heard her knock, and pulled her into the hotel room before she could even say hello. He closed it quickly kissing her deeply, his tongue invading hers insistently. He was over taken with a need to drown himself in her. Katie dropped her suitcase on the ground with a thud, and put her hands in his hair, grabbing, pulling him closer. Jon pressed his body against hers. She could feel him growing hard under the tight jeans. She kissed him in return, hungrily, as she reached down to his jeans unbuttoning and unzipping them. He put his hands on the band of her skirt and pushed it down down over her hips and thighs. Trying to untangle themselves from the clothes around their ankles, they fell to the floor, Jon's mouth never leaving hers. Once free of their restraints, he urgently parted her legs as she grabbed his ass, fiercely pulled him inside of her.

She wrapped her legs around him as he drove into her, her mouth only leaving his for a second to scream, "Harder, Jon, Fuck me harder. Please, Fuck. Me. HARD!"

Her pleas only reinforced his hunger for her. He pulled out of her before he got too close, and moved his head down between her legs. He sucked in her sweet juices, nipping at her clit and plunging his tongue inside of her. He pinned her legs down with his arms as he continued his sweet assault.

Katie arched her body up against his, crying out, "OH GOD, OH sweet God. Jon, please. I need....please..aaaahhhhhhhh" She screamed as her body lifted up off of the floor. Keeping her legs pinned so she couldn't move, he tortured her with his tongue, sucking on her clit, driving her to edge. The spasms took over before she even realized it. Jon felt her body tense under his mouth, felt her clit jump in time to the tremors. He kept sucking until the spasms stopped, then started all over again. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful. Another orgasm took over before the first one barely ended. Feeling her hands running through his hair as she surrendered to the waves, he couldn't take it any more. He let her legs go and brought his body up above hers, feeling her wetness as he buried his fingers inside of her, watching her. Her eyes, filled with wild passion, met his. Removing his fingers, he positioned himself above her, his throbbing erection slipping easily inside. Feeling the heat from his cock, she was once more overtaken with spasms. Spasms that sent Jon over the edge as well. He collapsed on top of her, sweaty and spent from their exertion. Finally lifting his head from her neck, he looked at her.

She looked back at him and said, "Well, Hello!"

He rolled off of her as he was overtaken laughter. She couldn't contain her own, and before long they were both laughing so hard they had tears streaming down their faces. Finally able to catch her breath, Katie sat up and surveyed the scene. Her suitcase had fallen against the door. His pants and her skirt lay in a tangle on the side of them. And there they sat, each still in their shirts.

Jon, still chuckling, gave her a kiss on the lips and answered, "Hey, babe. It's good see you." Jon stood up gingerly. "OW!"

Katie asked, "Are you ok?"

He looked at her sheepishly, "I think I have rug burn on the front of my legs." That caused her to start laughing all over again. He offered her his hand and pulled her up, taking her in his arms. "Ahhhh, Katie, baby, I just......" Stopping himself for a moment, he closed his eyes. "It's so good to see you."

She let out a long sigh, "It is good to see you, too. But now I am hungry. I didn't have dinner yet."

"Well, lets take care of that right now." Jon said, picking up the phone. "But you might want to put this back on." he teased, handing her skirt to her. Katie blushed as she went into the bathroom to clean up. Jon had his jeans back on and had put her suitcase away when she came back out. While she was in the bathroom, Jon decided this was the weekend he wanted Katie to act out a fantasy for him. He had the keys to the recording studio, and his friend who owned it was out of town on vacation. He figured it was the perfect backdrop for his idea.

After dinner, Jon asked her if she would mind going down to the lounge with him and working on some lyrics.

Katie laughed, "Well, sure. But I can't write songs." She said shaking her head.

Jon laughed, "You never know until you try. If nothing else maybe you can just help me with a few lines that I've been struggling with."

They sat in the lounge and combed over a few of the songs Jon was working on for his solo album. He was pretty happy with most of the work he had done, but a few areas were giving him trouble. After hashing it over with Katie, he realized she was right. She wasn't a song writer, but he just loved the fact that she tried so hard.

Katie knew she wasn't really very helpful, "I am sorry, sweetie. If you can't come up with the perfect word or line, I know I can't." She apologized.

"Oh God, Kat, no apology necessary! Sometimes it just helps to talk it over with an objective party. I did get some good ideas to work on, so you were a great help." He said leaning over, he kissed her on the lips.

There were a couple other people in the lounge, but they only got a few curious glances. Jon didn't seem to care what they saw as he put his hand on her leg, rubbing it affectionately.

Back in the hotel room, as they lay in bed, Jon decided to spring his little fantasy on her. "Hey, sweetie?" He said as he stroked her hair, her head laying on his chest.

"Mmm hmmm?" She answered contently.

"Do you remember that little fantasy you had me act out for you in the studio?" He asked.

"Mmm hmmmm....." Her curiosity peeked as she looked up at him.

"Well, I have a little fantasy I would like you to act out for me. What do you say?" He smiled down at her with a sly grin.

She sat up, nodding, "I suppose its only fair, huh? So tell me, what is this fantasy?"

He whispered it in her ear, she started laughing. "Really. You want me to dance to Queen of New Orleans using your white mic stand as a dance pole? In your friend's studio? Is that correct?"

It was Jon's turn to blush slightly, looking like a kid that got caught in the cookie jar. He nodded slowly.

Katie contemplated for a moment, shrugging, "Yeah, sure. Why not. But you just might wish you never asked for such a thing. This fantasy may not be quite what you planned." She said winking at him.

Jon was left contemplating her answer, wondering what kind of trouble he was getting himself into.

The next day after lunch, Jon drove Katie to the studio, wanting to show her where the last album was recorded, among other things. Knowing she was going to be on the other side of the white mic stand today, she had chosen her undergarments carefully.

Thinking for a moment, she asked Jon, "Are you sure that no one else will be around there today?"

"Yep, babe, I promise. I wouldn't do that to you." He reassured her.

With her fears dispelled, she was starting to look forward to teasing him. They pulled up into what appeared to be a parking lot in front of a white house.

Jon noticed her puzzled expression. "It really is a recording studio." Parking the car, he opened her door, offering her his hand to help her out. "Come on in and see." He said, leading her in the side door.

Sure enough it was a recording studio, in what looked like a typical house. Huh, Katie though as she looked around. Very interesting. He took her purse setting it down on a chair for her and led her to a chair behind the glass. "Can I get you a cold drink, Kat?" He asked.

"Got a Diet Coke in there?" She asked. He soon appeared from around the corner with a cold Diet Coke. Taking it she asked, "So this is where Lost Highway was recorded, huh?"

"Yep, the whole thing." He smiled.

"Pretty cool." She said, imaging them all working through track after track, hour after hour.

Jon wanted to play a few songs for Katie that he had been working on for the new album. "Kat, I want to play a few things for you, are you up for it?"

Silly man, was she up for it. She never tired of hearing him sing to her. "I was kind of hoping you would." She smiled at him.

He picked up his guitar and went out to the mic stand, sitting on a stool. He started strumming, playing one of the songs he had been working on. Katie watched him sing, loving how passionate he was about his songs. He really experienced the music in a way that no one else did. After playing a few songs for her, he walked back over to her. "They are still a little rough, but you get the general idea."

Katie couldn't help but beam at him, with a huge smile on her face. "I loved them. Loved them all. But then I am not the most objective audience, I'm afraid."

She knew just how to touch his heart, he thought, putting his hands on her shoulders, bringing his lips to hers. In some ways she was similar to his ex, headstrong and independent. But Katie found a joy in his music that his ex never had. He kissed her slowly, sensually, she melted under his touch.

Pulling back she said, "Ok, cowboy, before you take this too far, I believe I have a little dance number to do."

Jon raised his eyebrows, "Oh yes, so you do." He winked at her.

Katie kissed him once more deeply, and told him to start the tunes. As the notes started drifting through the studio sound system, Katie walked out to the white mic stand, wearing a pair of black heels, a pencil skirt and white button down shirt. She grabbed onto the mic stand, turning around looking Jon in the eyes, and slowly moved her hips in circles, bringing her hand up to her neck and slowly moving it down over breasts to her thighs, gyrating to the music.

She said baby our love's just like your songs
The beat ain't bad but the words are all wrong
It's time to pack my bags, it's time to just move on
She sang Johnny, I'm gone, gone, gone
And she was gone

She pulled her hair out of its ponytail, bending over, shaking it out, and throwing her head back. Jon watched her as she turned around and bent over, looking over her shoulder at him, moving her hips to the music.


Me and Leigh met summer of '95
In a burgundy dress lookin' finer than a French wine
A Cajun queen with another side
She was a schoolboy's dream, I was out of my mind
She was lookin' fine
She said "You want to drive me home"
But what I didn't know...

Katie turned around, putting her fingers to her lips, blowing him a sensual kiss, then slowly began to undo the buttons on her shirt while moving to the music. Jon couldn't tear his eyes away, realizing she was right. In no way was he prepared for what watching her dance like this would do to him. He felt himself getting all hot, as his jeans became uncomfortably snug.

Ooh, Ooh - I was dancing with the
Queen of New Orleans
Ooh, Ooh - Dancing in the streets of New Orleans
Ooh, Ooh - Dancing cheek to cheek in New Orleans
Ooh, Ooh - It was almost like a dream

Katie slowly peeled her shirt off revealing a red lace plunge bra, and walked towards him in her black high heels, never shifting her gaze from him. She came up to him, put her shirt around his neck leading him out to the studio floor with her. He was helpless and could only follow her, his eyes overcome with desire. She let go of the shirt, leaving it hanging around his neck as she walked around him slowly, stopping in front of him, dancing against his body, on her way down to the floor. Coming back up she turned around, looking at him over her shoulder, as she unzipped the back of her skirt, moving it down her hips in time to the music, revealing a red lace thong. Jon visibly groaned, causing Katie to smile at the spell she was weaving around him.

That night I made a move, man I felt hard
When I put my hands in her cookie jar
She was more than a girl, she was a cabaret star
I was a deer in the lights of a speeding car
Nothing's what it seems
She was a Venus de Milo in her sister's jeans

Stepping out of her skirt, she tossed it at him as she went over the mic standing, wrapping her leg around it, swinging in time to the music. She found her years of ballet classes coming in handy as she maneuvered around the pole and the studio floor. Jon stood there watching her, struck dumb by the sight she presented to him. He couldn't speak. He couldn't move. This dance was hotter than what he had ever intended for this song, he thought. Damn, that woman could turn his brain to mush, like no other ever before.

Ooh, Ooh - I was dancing with the
Queen of New Orleans
Ooh, Ooh - Dancing in the streets of New Orleans
Ooh, Ooh - Dancing cheek to cheek in New Orleans
Ooh, Ooh - It was almost like a dream

Ooh, Ooh - I was dancing with the
Queen of New Orleans
Ooh, Ooh - Dancing in the streets of New Orleans
Ooh, Ooh - I was Dancing cheek to cheek in New Orleans
Ooh, Ooh - Dancing with the Queen down Bourbon St.

As the closing notes played, Katie came back over in front of Jon and ran her hand over his cheek, down his neck, to his chest, bringing her body up against his, swaying to the final words. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, God, he thought. What was this spell she cast? How had this happened? As the music stopped he found his senses and wrapped his arms around, bringing her scantly clothed body next his. His tongue diving into her mouth, causing him to sink deeper into the deep well of desire he felt for her. He had so many thoughts running through his mind. The joke had been on him with this fantasy. She had every bit of control over him that she could ever desire. The fact that she would even do this for him, boggled his mind. She was the most amazing woman he had ever met. Her capacity for passion, her attitude towards her life, her work, her family, impressed him to no end. Even her stubbornness only caused him to want to do everything right in her eyes.

He pulled back from the kiss, looked her in the eyes, and buried his face in her hair breathing in deeply, "Kat, God, I just....." He stopped, swallowing hard.

"Want me so much?" She teased, smiling at him. He closed his eyes for a second, knowing that wasn't what his heart wanted to say and knowing that wasn't what his mouth stopped him from saying. "Yeah, I want you so badly."

She saw the serious expression in his eyes, not sure exactly what to make of it. "Ok, cowboy, what do you say we head back to the hotel? This floor doesn't look very comfortable." She put her skirt and shirt back on and then headed to the door as Jon put his hand on the small of her back, leading her to the car.

He was quiet on the drive back to the hotel. Katie wasn't sure what the matter was, but was determined to get to the bottom of it.

Back in the room, she asked him, "Babe, what's wrong? You got so quiet. I thought for sure you would be attacking me after that performance, which I might add, was damn good if I do say so myself."

Jon smiled at her nodding, 'Yes, sweetie, it was very good. Better than I could ever have imagined. And don't think anything is really wrong. I want you so much more than you could ever imagine. I just sometimes feel like I am overflowing with feeling and I get quiet. Trying to make sense of things. What you do to me. I can't explain." He said, putting his arm around her and walking her to the bedroom. He sat on the bed and pulled her down next to him.

Katie knew how deep he could be, just from listening to his songs over the years. She knew they came from his heart and soul. She wrapped herself around him, resting her head on his chest. They lay that way for a long while, not saying anything. Jon tried to make sense of the jumble of thoughts in his head. He knew he had a heavy weight on his mind, trying to figure out a good way, a workable way, for them to fit into each others lives. He had meant to talk to her about that this weekend, hoping they could come up with some way to make it work. He knew he couldn't imagine not having her in his life now.

Katie had similar thoughts in her own mind. Knowing Jon must as well, but deciding not to think about it now, she sat up, "Hey, do you want to get something to eat?"

Jon sat up with a deep sigh, "Yeah, lets go downstairs to the restaurant. Sound ok? You look so pretty." He kissed her on the lips. He stood up taking her hand, and they headed down for dinner.

When they went back up to the room later, Jon said, "What do you say we just crawl into bed and hold each other? I just want to hold you, Kat." and never let you go, he thought.

Still not sure at the change in him, she nodded. They disrobed and climbed between the cool sheets. Jon put his arms around her, bringing her so close to him, she could feel his heart beating against her chest. Feeling secure and sleepy, she drifted off to the rhythm of his breathing. Jon didn't fall asleep for at least another hour. Listening to her slow breaths, he tried to empty his mind of the haze, trying to find something concrete he could wrap his mind around. Finally he gave into sleep.

Chapter 33