Chapter 5

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When he reached his spot Jon looked back at Kimberly. She turned her head to gaze at him, her lips slightly parted and the corners of her mouth curved upward. Her shy smile acknowledged the private message Jon had sent.

Jon pushed his sunglasses upward until they rested on top of his head, the temples pinning his hair behind his ears. Grinning back at Kim, he watched a flush creep to her cheeks.  Jon gave her a little wink, chuckling softly as her eyes widened and she quickly looked away.

Kim’s heart continued to pound as Mark caught her attention.  She moved over to the spot he pointed out, next to the red convertible. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself in preparation for the shoot. But Kim could feel Jon’s eyes on her and the memory of his touch still tingled on her hand.

“Here ya go.” Joey handed Kim a big yellow sponge and set a bucket of soapy water at her feet. “Have fun.”

“Thanks.” Kimberly smiled at the eager assistant before leaning over to drop the sponge in the bucket. As she straightened she again glanced at Jon. Another surge of excitement bolted through her as he arched a brow and gave her a saucy smirk.

“Okay Girls – here we go!” Mark called out from behind his tripod. “Have some fun, don’t worry about me or the camera. You’re just hanging out on a hot summer day, washing your Porsches…”

“Yeah, just like we do every fuckin’ day.” Carmen’s sarcastic comment wasn’t loud enough for Mark to hear but it made her friends grin. She retrieved the wet sponge from her bucket and slopped it onto the hood of the car. “Wax on, Wax off,” she kidded, moving the sponge in a circle.

Kim laughed heartily and bent down to grab her own sponge. She purposely swung it a little bit wide as she raised it toward the red car, hitting Wendy’s midsection with a stream of soapy water.

“Hey!” Wendy squealed as the cool water dripped down her torso. “We’re not supposed to get each other wet!”

“What’s the fucking point in that?” Suzanne blew a raspberry at Wendy and flicked her sponge toward her curly-haired friend. “The name of the record is Slippery When WET. Don’t you fucking pay attention?” She flicked the sponge again, showering Wendy with suds and water.

“Fine, you Bitch!” Wendy sent a spray of water back at Suzanne before dropping her own sponge onto the hood of the red convertible.

“Just don’t fuck up your hair,” Nicki cautioned, popping her gum. She was standing inside the convertible, leaning over the windshield. She swiped absently at the glass with a chamois cloth, not even looking at what she was doing. Despite her prop she was clearly posing more than washing.

Nicki’s statement was answered with a blast of soapy water from Marie, aimed at Nicki’s chest. “Just get the tits wet, right?” Marie teased.

“Can’t hurt.” Nicki shot a look toward the men gathered at the edge of the lot, giving Jon in particular a suggestive smile. Even though he had semi-insulted her a few minutes ago Nicki was confident she would have him eating out of the palm of her hand by the time this afternoon was done.

“Go ahead, Girls! Get into it!” Mark shouted, prompting them to perform. “Those cars ain’t gonna wash themselves!”

Several yards behind the photographer five pairs of eyes were glued to the scene. “Jesus, this was the best fucking idea…” David grinned. “Since they wouldn’t let us shoot the clubs in Vancouver, anyway.”

Jon chuckled. “We never woulda gotten that by the record company. Especially not the showers.” But Christ, it would have been fun to try…

“Yeah, but those photos wouldn’t have had to be for the record. They could have been just for us!” David was only half-kidding in his protest.

“You didn’t take pictures? Shit, I have rolls and rolls of film…” Richie taunted his pal.

“The why the fuck haven’t you shared?” Jon tore his eyes away from Kim long enough to grin at his wingman. “Jesus, what happened to all for one and one for all?”

Richie raised both hands in protest. “Hey, Man! I gotta have some kinda blackmail material! And then there are those videos….”

That comment was met with a chorus of lusty groans.

“Those were good times, Man,” Tico observed. “But sadly, fun time’s over. Back to the grind now.”

“But the memories will live on in Kodachrome,” Richie quipped with a laugh.

The men were silent for a moment, each reflecting on the debauchery they had shared over the past few months. They had fully enjoyed every second of their visit to Vancouver to record this new album, playing as hard as they worked.

Jon looked back at Kimberly and his dirty smile gentled. As much fun as Vancouver had been – and he had had his fun and then some – he was bored with that whole scene now. He was glad to be back home in Jersey, with girls who had some substance behind their pretty smiles. Like this one.

Kim let out a little squeal and a laugh, raising her hands and spinning away from a jet of water aimed by a garden hose-wielding Carmen. Jon chuckled as he saw Kim had fared far worse than her friends in the water wars; her shorts and shirt were soaked and her hair was damp.

Jon could see the turquoise triangles covering Kim’s breasts through her wet tee, and the sight made his mouth water. To him that was so much sexier than Nicki’s blatant display. A glance at the blonde’s ample chest confirmed what Jon suspected: Nicki’s wet tee was shrink-wrapped to her chest, her nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric.

Well shit, T&A sells, Jon thought with a little shrug. It just wasn’t what appealed to him right now. He was more interested in feeling Kimberly’s wet, warm body against his, in finding out what that soft, tanned skin tasted like. Maybe he could convince her to meet him at The Pony later. If she would, who knows where things might go from there…

Hell, he might even bring her back here to his new place instead of diverting to Snake’s. Kim sure didn’t seem like the psycho type. Not like the wacko chick who had prompted him to desert his old roommate and find this new bachelor pad.

At that moment Kim looked in Jon's direction, her hazel eyes sparkling with laughter. She raised her hand and combed her fingers through her damp hair, pushing the thick locks back away from her face as she grinned at him. Jon groaned softly as her simple movement made his cock stir lustily. He unconsciously flexed his hands as his fingers itched to tangle in her hair, maybe as her pretty mouth trailed downward over his chest and stomach, tasting and suckling, until it reached…

Another playful shriek from Kim pierced Jon’s fantasy. He laughed heartily as she wheeled around to face off with Marie, who had smacked Kim square in the back of the head with a soapy sponge while she was distracted by Jon.  Kim crouched to snatch the garden hose from the pavement, taking cover behind the convertible’s front wheel. She aimed the nozzle and fired a stream of cold water straight at Marie’s chest. The blonde squeaked out a curse as the burst soaked her shirt.

“Okay! Okay!” Mark shouted, laughing at the girls’ antics. “Let's take a break!” Shaking his head, he turned away from the camera and sauntered the few paces over to where his clients stood. “Whaddya think so far?” Mark directed his question at Jon.

“You’re the Pro, Man. But it looks good to me.” Jon’s reply was nonchalant, but it was evident from his grin he was pleased with the way this shoot was going.

“Real good.” Richie echoed with a smirk. “Tough gig, huh?”

Mark laughed. “Yeah, this is way more fun than shooting you preening, pouting, pretty boys, that’s for sure.” He paused, looking back over his shoulder at the women. They had dropped their water-weapons and were now talking and laughing as they sat on the cars, awaiting further instruction.

“Listen, I want to get some shots of you guys too. With the girls.”

“Us?” Alec asked, voicing the other guys’ surprise. “Man, you didn’t tell us to come dressed for this.” He looked around at his bandmates. All of them except Jon were wearing jeans, and that was only because they had roused Jon from his bed when they arrived at his apartment this morning. The hung-over singer had yanked on the first garments he could locate, which happened to be those ratty cutoffs and that shredded tee.

“That’s fine. Actually, it works.” Mark answered, his eyes traveling over the band members’ attire. “I don’t want you guys to look like you’re washing, just playing.  Enjoying the show.”

“That ain’t a stretch,” David grinned.

“Let’s do it,” Jon nodded. He clapped his hands and stepped forward. “Where do you want us?”

“Wherever. Spread out,” Mark instructed. “You know how to do this. Just don’t bunch up. I want guys and girls evenly dispersed.

“Right.” Jon started for the cars, leading the way. He knew exactly where he was going to position himself.

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“Well, HELL-LO….” Marie’s statement was a quiet warning. “Look who’s coming over.”

Kim turned her head in the direction of Marie’s gaze and almost gasped aloud. Jon was striding purposefully toward her, his blue eyes sparkling as he grinned broadly. The other four band members trailed boisterously in his wake, joking and laughing. Kim barely noticed them; her eyes were locked on Jon’s perfect smile.

“Hey,” he said softly, stopping just a few feet from where Kim sat on the red convertible’s front fender. He paused for a moment before sweeping his gaze over to the other girls. “Mind if we join you?”

“It’s your record. Do what you want.” Carmen’s answer was blunt but she was grinning.

“Mark wants us to mingle with you ladies for a bit, so he can get some shots of us Rock Stars in our natural habitat.” David’s cheerful sarcasm once again made the girls giggle.

“What, a parking lot?” Carmen shot back playfully.

David cocked his head to the side and gave Carmen a dazzling grin. “Surrounded by beautiful women.”

Carmen mirrored his smile, tipping her own head coyly. “Ah. That happen a lot, does it?”

“Not nearly enough, Sweetheart. Today’s my lucky day though.”

Kim chuckled softly as she watched Carmen blush and break her eye contact with David. Well, well…. It looked like Miss Cynical was enjoying this little project more than she wanted to let on.

Kimberly’s gaze was drawn back to Jon and again she felt her tummy flutter as he spoke quietly, directly to her. “We’re gonna do some shots of all of us together, then we should be done for the day. Maybe we can go grab a bite to eat or something?”

“Yeah, to thank you girls for your time,” Richie piped up, inviting himself and the others along. He winked at Nicki. “Least we can do is buy you a pizza or a beer or something.”

“We still get paid, right?” Suzanne responded. Richie nodded and she shrugged. “Cool.”

“But first we gotta get this shoot done,” Jon said firmly, turning his head to give Richie a stern look. He swung his gaze back to Kim and his voice softened. “Then we can socialize.”

Kim’s stomach flipped at the meaningful note in his voice. She’d love to spend some time with Jon, to get to know him a little, even if it was over a beer with the rest of the gang. Maybe he’d be interested enough to ask for her phone number.

Mark’s voice interrupted the social chatter. “Okay Girls, break’s over. Back to your places, please. Guys, spread out. Find someplace to be, but don’t get in front of the girls. And don’t bunch up.”

As the other girls dispersed to their places Kim slid off the car and moved back to her position near the convertible’s door. Her movement took her within a half-step of where Jon stood. She gave him a shy smile, not quite daring to meet his gaze. Her arm brushed against his when she turned.

“Sorry,” Kim breathed. She didn’t mean it.

“Excuse me.” Kim could hear in Jon’s voice that their incidental contact was quite welcome. He made no effort to move.

“Hey Jonny, climb up in the car.” Mark shouted out his instruction. “Up next to Blondie.”

Jon hesitated for a minute, looking at Kim. She raised her eyes to his and smiled. Their connection sent shockwaves through Jon’s senses, straight to his dick. Then with a sly grin he took a step back. His hands went to his waist and lifted as he stripped off his shirt.

Kim stopped breathing.

Seeing he had achieved the desired reaction, Jon turned and tossed his shirt over toward Mark and the camera, then brushed past Kim to brace his hands against the car door. With a powerful push he vaulted over the side of the car and up onto the back of the convertible, his thick, wavy hair swinging with the movement.

Kim heard Nicki let out a little giggle of delight that Jon had joined her in the car’s passenger compartment. She turned to look at him, unable to keep her eyes off of his tanned, sculpted torso. Settling onto the car’s retracted ragtop, Jon pulled his sunglasses from atop his head and tucked them into the pocket of his cutoffs.

“Wanna come up here and help me wash the windshield?” Nicki offered Jon her invitation in a throaty purr.

Jon turned his head to give Nicki a long look. Man, this chick can’t take a hint, he thought as he gave her a tight-lipped little smile. “Naw. I’m fine right here.” He turned his gaze back to Kim and gave her another wink.

Kim’s knees felt weak. She leaned heavily against the car, letting the door support her weight as she returned Jon’s smile.

“Okay Girls, keep washing.” Mark’s voice commanded action. Kim stared at Jon for another second, then reluctantly turned away. She dropped her gaze to her feet and saw that her bucket and sponge were no longer where she had left them. Confused, she looked up at Suzanne, who was slopping sudsy water on the convertible’s trunk.

Suzanne chuckled at her friend’s stunned look. She had drooled herself when Jon disrobed, but Kim’s expression was almost comical. She looked shell-shocked. “Just use the hose, Kim.” Suzanne gestured to the green garden hose snaking across the pavement near her feet, water trickling from its nozzle.

“Oh… yeah.” Kimberly crouched to pick it up. Before straightening she closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath. Calm down, she ordered herself. Then she slowly stood, raising her head to find Jon still watching her.

Mark called out more directions as Kim and Jon exchanged private little smiles.  "Al, why don’t you go down to the end, by the bike. Yeah. Richie, more toward the center. Honey… what’s your name? Yeah, Wendy. Drop down a little so I can see Tico. Dave – what the hell is with that shirt?” That question brought a peal of laughter from the group. “Dave, just lose the shirt, okay Man? Richie, are you trying to buff that chick’s ass?”

Mark's last comment made Jon and Kim laugh, turning their attention from each other to the pairs on the other car. They watched as their friends bantered merrily, then they exchanged a conspiratorial sideways glance. Kim could tell Jon was thinking exactly the same thing she was: Let’s hurry up and get this done.

Again Kim’s heartbeat accelerated as she wondered if Jon would want to go somewhere with her, without the rest of the gang. Somewhere private where they could talk, or....

“Here we go!” Mark finally succeeded in positioning everyone as he wanted them and ducked behind his camera. “Come on, Girls! These guys want you to get wet!” He grinned at his double-entendre.

Kim chuckled and looked over her shoulder at the camera, not turning her body away from Jon. He was less than an arm’s length away from her, so close she could hear him breathe. She was sure he could feel the electric current of mutual attraction that seemed to crackle in the space between their bodies.

She didn’t realize it but the sexy, wanton smile Kimberly gave the camera as she reveled in Jon’s closeness was exactly what the photographer wanted. Mark grinned to himself as he zoomed in on the pretty brunette and the handsome singer behind her. It never hurt to get a good solo picture of the Rock Star surrounded by beautiful women. And Jon certainly appreciated his present company. The attraction between Jon and Kim didn’t escape the photographer’s trained eye; that simmering lust would certainly translate on film.

“Hey.” Kim felt a little nudge against her arm as she heard Jon’s voice. A little patch of gooseflesh raised where she felt his touch.

“What?” Kim kept her face turned toward the camera.

“What’re you gonna do with that hose?” Jon’s tease was deliberately dirty.

“What do you want me to do with it?” Kim resisted the urge to turn and gawk at Jon. She could feel him grinning at her, and she just knew his were eyes sparkling and his muscles were rippling as the breeze floated through his hair.

Her question earned a growly chuckle from Jon. “Well, that t-shirt of yours is getting pretty dry… Can’t have that, can we?”

Kimberly grinned even more broadly. “I don’t see why not. Especially since you’re dry. Hardly seems fair that I have to get all wet and you don’t.”

“Yeah, well… I’m just the singer. You’re the one who’s gonna sell this record. Tits n’ Ass, Baby. Remember?”

Kim had to glance at Jon at that comment. Her stomach flipped at his sexy little smirk. He was deliberately poking at her, trying to get a rise.

“Ya know, Kim’s right.” Suzanne was watching Jon flirt with her friend and she was more than willing to help things along. “Fair is fair.” She dunked her sponge in her bucket and came up firing, slinging a wave of soapy water toward Jon’s bare torso. It impacted with a delicious splash, the cool water immediately beading on his heated skin.

“Hey!” Jon turned and shook a finger at Suzanne. “You don’t play fair!” He grinned as he scolded the sassy blonde.

“Nope, I don’t.” Suzanne shot Kimberly a meaningful look. “Kim, I think this guy needs some help. Look at him. He’s all soapy.”

Kim’s eyes dropped to Jon’s chest and her mouth watered. Little peaks of foamy white bubbles were nestled in the thick mat of his chest fur. Two pendants, one shaped like a large claw and the other a silver crescent moon, dangled from their chains in the valley between his hard, bronzed pecs. A small rivulet of sudsy water skirted around the edge of his nipple before snaking downward to the washboard ridges of his abdomen.

 A naughty smirk curled Kim’s lips as she raised her twinkling hazel eyes to meet Jon’s “Yeah, I think you’re right, Suze.”

Jon realized what was coming and he recoiled, his abs bunching impressively as he shrunk back away from Kim’s hand. He wasn’t fast enough, and the cold blast of the hose caught him square in the chest. He yelped, then laughed. “Ohhhh, you’re in for it NOW, Little Girl…” he warned teasingly.

Kim snorted at his mock threat. “Little Girl My Ass. Bring it on, Rock Star.” Her eyes sparkled with challenge as Jon leaned forward, stretching for the hose in her hand. “Nuh uh!” Kim extended her arm out behind her, holding the hose’s nozzle out of Jon’s reach. She grinned triumphantly.

Jon laughed at Kim’s cocky smirk, then in a swift motion swept his arm forward.  He slid his hand across her back and around her side, his hand hooking around her bare midriff. Thinking Jon was lunging for the hose, Kim squealed and leaned forward, trying to extend her reach and keep the nozzle away from him. She bent at the waist with the movement, turning her back to Jon.

Seeing his opportunity, Jon jumped to his feet and leaned down, wrapping his other arm around Kimberly’s midsection and locking his grip so she couldn’t escape. Leaning back, he effortlessly pulled his would-be tormentor from her feet and hauled her up over the side of the convertible.

Kim shrieked with laughter and waved her arms as she felt herself being man-handled. Her struggle caused the hose to spray wildly across the scene before Wendy jerked it out of her hand. Kimberly vaguely heard peals of laughter from her friends and the other men as she found herself sitting on the back of the convertible, leaning back against Jon’s chest as his arms remained locked around her waist.

Kim’s heart jumped into her throat as she felt the full contact of Jon’s wet, warm, bare chest with her back. She suddenly became hyper-aware of his sinewy, corded arms around her torso, the palms of his hands resting against the taut skin of her abdomen. She could feel his breath stirring her hair, and she realized he was breathing as heavily as she was. She wondered if that was from the exertion of their brief struggle or whether Jon was panting for the same reason as she was. When she looked over her shoulder at him the answer was clear.

Jon was as turned on as she was.

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