Chapter 22

While Jon had his meetings, Frannie wandered the empty arena, taking a seat in the stands and looked out over the field. The workers were getting everything ready for the game. The inflatable helmet that the team ran through was laying in wait and the players would be out soon to start warming up. Frannie took out her sketch book and captured these quiet moments, before the people started filling the stands, before the players took to the field, before the craziness began. She was oblivious to the man standing a few rows behind her, watching her.

Jon had come looking for Frannie and when he came upon her just stood back and watched, not wanting to disturb her. As he watched her hand skim across the paper his skin started to tingle as he recalled how her hands felt on him. He moved closer, wanting to be nearer to her but also trying to see what she was working on and it always amazed him how she brought the images around her to life with just a few strokes of her pencil. He let out a short chuckle, Tico is gonna be impressed he thought. As he watched he thought ahead to her upcoming show at the Alliance and then to their trip. He smiled at the thought. He was looking forward to giving his undivided attention to her.

As Frannie finished her sketch she could feel someone’s eyes on her. Hesitantly she turned and let out the breath she had been holding when she saw it was Jon. She smiled and he walked toward her, “hey baby, what are you doing out here?” She showed him the sketch, “what do you think?” He nodded his head as he looked at it, “what are the chances of me getting this one for the office here?” Frannie put her initials at the bottom right corner, “why don’t you wait and see what I have by the end of the night and maybe we could put a collage together or something?” She moved closer to Jon as they talked and his scent, spicy, male and oh so Jon wrapped around her, distracting her, arousing her. She saw Jon’s lips move but she hadn’t heard a word he had said. “What?” He grinned at her, she was as wound up as he was, “come on, let’s go.” He reached across her for her bag, brushing her breasts with his arm and she gasped. Jon didn’t say anything, just took her hand and led her out and up to his box.

The door to his box clicked shut behind them and, in the dimness of the stairwell Jon pulled Frannie close, capturing her mouth in a heated kiss. He didn’t know what it was about her today, but he couldn’t seem to get enough. Frannie returned the kiss with equal fervor, hungry for him like she hadn’t ever been before. They stumbled up the few steps and broke apart as they entered the suite. “Frannie” he breathed out, “wait.” She set her things down and took several deep breaths, trying to keep herself in control. Turning back she saw Jon trying to do the same. He looked down at the front of himself, “fuck” he mumbled. Frannie moved closer to him, “what?” He stepped away from her, “you just stay there. I have to go sign autographs and right now, I am in no shape to do that.” She looked down and then back up at him, “how much time do we have?” His eyes widened, “not that much.” She looked around, with the lights off she could see out into the arena and while there were a few people starting to mill about, it was still fairly quiet out there. She turned them so he was against the wall, out of sight of the windows and reached for his belt.

Jon rested his head against the wall and waited. He felt her breath on him and tensed, he knew it was coming, but the anticipation was killing him. He groaned as he felt her mouth surround him and her throat take him deep. His hands moved against the wall, looking for something, anything to hold on to as she gently sucked and licked his swollen tip and then took him deep again. “Oh God baby” he groaned. Frannie felt him tense and as she sucked harder he exploded in her throat. She swallowed all he gave her and, after a final kiss, rose to find him with his head still against the wall, his eyes closed, “think you can make your rounds now?”

He opened his eyes to find her grinning at him. He gave her a lopsided smile as he readjusted himself, “I’m not sure I even know my own name right now. I think I need another minute or two.” He pulled her close and kissed her, trailing his hand down between them and stroking the center seam on her jeans, feeling the heat of her. She whimpered as he pulled his mouth from her, “no fair, you have to go.” Jon just smiled as he moved away from her, “just wait til later.”

Frannie watched from the box as Jon moved around the arena, his good mood was obvious and he had a smile for everyone. She picked up her sketch book as she watched. She drew him as he signed his name on whatever was put in front of him and posed for every picture. He glanced up and saw her with her book and he smiled. She watched a while longer, smiling to herself as she watched Jon walk off the field, she had put him in that mood. He came back to the suite and together they got ready to watch the game.

Frannie was surprised to find that they were alone in his box that night. He had had food brought in for them and there were drinks in the fridge, but she was more interested in what was going on down on the field. It was an exciting game and she had a hard time containing herself. The game came down to one last play for the Soul, it was 3rd and long and there were no time outs left. Frannie and Jon were watching intently and as Tony Graziani threw the ball they held their breaths. Chris Jackson was downfield and made a beautiful one-handed catch and ran it in for the final score of the game. The arena went wild and Frannie and Jon were ecstatic, she was screaming and smiling and Jon couldn’t wipe the grin off his face.

Jon and Frannie waited for the arena to clear out before leaving themselves and they headed over to Chickie and Pete’s. They back room was reserved for the team and they were in high spirits as they all filed into the room. Jon introduced Frannie to Tony and she complemented him on the last play of the game. “That pass was amazing and the catch that Chris made was a thing of beauty.” Tony took a swig of his beer, “thanks. I’m just glad it worked out.” The three of them stood and chatted a while. “Oh” Frannie started before Tony could walk away, “would you sign my jersey for me?” He took the sharpie from her “sure” and motion for her to turn around. He handed the marker back to her when he was done. “It was nice to meet you Frannie.” She shook his hand and he headed off to get another beer.

Jon watched Tony walk away and he came up behind Frannie, sliding his arm around her waist and nuzzling in by her ear, “have you had enough, are you ready to go?” She turned her head and caught his eye, seeing the desire there, “I’m ready if you are.” He took his arm from around her and took her hand, lacing their fingers together. They said their good-byes and headed out to the car that was waiting for them.

At the hotel, they by-passed the crowd in the lobby and headed straight to the elevators. As the door closed behind them Jon looked over at Frannie, “it’s later.”