Chapter 73

Indoors, Sara tried to get her mind back off the rock star and back onto more mundane matters - like laundry. She remembered the pile of chocolate-stained sheets, still lying on the bedroom floor, so she headed straight along, gathering them up and taking them along to throw them in the washer. Reluctantly, she worked her way through the necessary chores, before finally falling onto the couch with a mug of coffee and a handful of cookies.

Around the time Sara washed up her mug and headed for bed, Jon and Richie were just heading into a club where their friend, ‘Little’ Steven was playing. Despite trying to just watch for a change, they ended up on stage toward the end of the show, which the crowd loved, then they were finally able to relax with the guys from Steven’s band after the show finished. Unsurprisingly, conversation quickly came around to Jon and Dot’s separation, and the inevitable questions about the identity of the mystery woman from Matt’s party. Jon remained tight-lipped about Sara, though, and the guys let it drop.

In the end, they didn’t stay all that late - neither of them was in the mood for carousing, since Jon kept thinking about Sara, while Richie’s thoughts drifted to Linda. Besides, Richie had to fly back out to California the next morning, to collect Ava, and Jon had to go see his own kids.
The next few days passed in a flurry of activity for all of them, with Sara working hard, trying to get ahead of things prior to her UK trip, Richie out in California with Ava and Jon spending some overdue time with his kids.

During a quiet father-daughter chat, Jon learned that Steph had, indeed, known that Dot had somebody else, but her loyalties were divided between both her parents, leaving her unwilling to tell either Jon or her mom what she suspected. Jon hugged her when she told him, reassuring her that it wasn’t her fault, and that she’d done exactly the right thing by staying out of it. He also told her that he was seeing someone, someone he thought was very special, and she seemed to be happy for him. Jon promised that he’d have all the kids over to his new apartment as soon as he could, and Steph quietly suggested that maybe he should ask his new ‘friend’ to come, too, so they could all meet.

For two days now, two very long days, Jon hadn’t seen Sara, and he’d had to make do with unsatisfactory phone calls. Hearing her voice just wasn’t enough for him any more - he needed to see her - and he left the big house, driving unannounced over to Sara’s place. It was Friday afternoon, and he just hoped she was home - otherwise he’d just wait, however long it took.
Fortunately, her car was there, and he parked the Chevelle then jogged up to the door, desperate to see her face. Knocking on the door brought no response, and when he went around back he could see steam issuing from the bathroom window, so he guessed she was in the shower.

He tried the kitchen door, since he was there, and was surprised when it opened - he’d have expected Sara to be more security conscious. He hesitated, thinking that following his impulse would either get him laid or get his ass kicked, but he carried on regardless.

Slipping his boots off, he padded on silent, bare feet along to the bathroom, carefully turning the handle and opening the door. He tiptoed over to the shower, seeing the vaguest indication of Sara’s shape behind the steamy glass, then he opened the shower door.

Sara was standing with her back to him, her hands braced high on the wall while the water beat down on the back of her head and neck. The pounding water had stopped her hearing the door open, and it was only the cooler air invading the shower that made her begin to turn around.

“Hey gorgeous.” Jon said quietly, and Sara screamed as she spun around fast, eyes wide and frightened until she recognised him.

“Jon! What are you doing here? How did you get in?”

“I’m here because I miss you, and because I leave for Florida tomorrow - without you. And I got in because you, young lady, didn’t lock your kitchen door. I mean, I could’ve been anybody. I could’ve been here to ravish you in your shower.”

“Damn.” Sara had quickly recovered her equilibrium, mainly because she’d been missing Jon so badly. “You mean you’re not here to ravish me?”

“Only if you insist.”

“Oh, I insist!” She grinned, reaching out a hand to grab his shirt, dragging him unprotesting into the shower with her.

Her mouth was on his the second he was close enough, and Jon plunged his tongue into her mouth, devouring as he tried to make up for the two days they’d lost. Sara was no more restrained, and her fingers went straight for his belt as she matched the passion of his kiss. They both sank onto their knees under the rushing water, and Sara got Jon’s jeans open then pushed him back to sit against the wall, his already hard cock pushing it’s own way out of his jeans.

Sara straddled him, her tongue still exploring his mouth, then she moved to take him inside her, guiding the swollen head inside then dropping herself hard, burying him within, groaning with her need for him. Jon flicked his head, spraying water from his hair, then he took one nipple into his mouth as he grabbed her by the hips, sucking hard as he raised her and slammed her down again. He could taste the pink shower gel on her skin, sweetly perfuming her, and Sara wrapped one arm around his head, holding him close as she put her other hand on the wall, Jon continuing to move her on his hard, aching shaft. Their brief separation had left them both desperate for each other, and it seemed to be only moments before they came, first Sara, then Jon almost immediately after, crying out in his release as Sara sagged on top of him, spent.

“God, I’ve missed you.” Sara breathed, barely audible over the sound of the shower.

“I’ve told you before,” Jon gave her that smirk, “you can still call me Jon.”

Sara laughed, then suddenly realised Jon still wore his jeans and shirt, now soaked through.

“I got you all wet.” She said apologetically.

“And did I get you all wet?” Jon asked, grinning at her as she lifted herself off him.

“You always do.” She whispered back, blushing just a little as she said it.

She got to her feet, as did Jon, stripping off his wet clothes.

“I could put your jeans in the dryer, if you like.”

“Thanks, babe. Good thing I left a few shirts here, huh?”

“Yeah.”

Sara turned off the water and got some towels, handing one to Jon as she went to rescue the two terry robes from the hooks on the door. They each put on a robe before leaving the bathroom, and Sara took Jon’s jeans to the dryer.

Jon went to the kitchen, helping himself to coffee from the pot, and when Sara came through, she found him standing at the open kitchen door, staring outside.

“What is it?” She asked, slipping her arms around his waist from behind and laying her cheek against the broad expanse of his back.

“Nothing, baby.” He replied, one hand covering both of hers where they met on his stomach. “come around here where I can see you.”

He pulled her to his front, wrapping her into his embrace, coffee mug still gripped in one hand as they hugged, careless of time passing.

“I missed you so much.” He murmured eventually. “I don’t know how the hell I can let you leave me for two and a half weeks. It’ll kill me, Sara.”

“I’ll miss you just as much, but at least I know my cellphone will work over there, so you can call me if you like.”

“Yeah, but phone sex just isn’t the same, baby. I want to see you, to feel you next to me. Damn, I’ll miss you.”

“You already said that.” Sara pointed out, looking up at him, and Jon grinned.

“I know, but I’ll really miss you!”

Sara smiled and snuggled closer into his chest. The front of his robe was open a little, and she was able to nuzzle her nose into the slightly damp fur, her lips on his chest as she sighed contentedly. They’d stood there for so long that her hair was almost dry.

Jon could feel her warm breath on his skin, and he could smell the sweet pink shower gel on her. Already he wanted - needed - her again, and this time his body seemed to have forgotten he was forty four as he could feel himself getting hard, pressing forward against Sara until she became aware of it, too.

“Somebody’s feeling energetic today.” She whispered, rubbing herself against him.

“You see what you do to me?”

“Maybe we should go back indoors.” Sara suggested, one hand sneaking inside Jon’s robe, fingers teasing against his cock.

They kissed with a frantic urgency, knowing that they’d be parted soon, trying to memorise every inch of each other before they were so far apart. Breaking away briefly, Sara closed the door, this time flicking the lock closed, and Jon dropped his mug on the first available surface, grabbing for the belt on Sara’s robe as she came within reach again. She tore his robe open, pressing her naked body tightly onto his, and Jon backed her over to the kitchen table, lifting her off her feet and laying her on the pine top. As he stepped closer, his rigid cock slid naturally into her wet and ready pussy, then he bent over to kiss her, his hand closing on her breast.
Both of them were close to orgasm, and Sara couldn’t contain herself - it just felt so right - and she pulled Jon’s mouth from hers, bringing her lips to his ear.

“I love you, Jon.” She whispered, and those words sent him over the edge, Sara feeling the heat flooding her as he came. He continued to thrust into her, and Sara arched her back as she reached her own climax moments later.

As her back lifted off the table, while she was still cumming, Jon slid his arm under Sara, raising her up into his arms, and Sara wrapped her legs around his hips, keeping him deep inside her as they hugged.

“Did you mean that?” Jon said in her ear.

Sara pulled back so she could look into his blue eyes, seeing his worry that she’d qualify the statement again. She gave him a sweet smile.

“Yes. I think I did.”

“You certainly pick your moments, baby.” He looked at her with a smile of his own. “Are you sure you can’t come to Florida?”

“Positive. Not happy about it, but there’s no way I can change this trip around. Believe me, I’ve looked at every angle, but I just can’t.”

“Shit. Can I tell Richie what you said?”

Sara giggled. “What I said when? When I said I’d got you all wet?”

“No - what you said a few minutes ago, funny girl.”

“Oh, you mean when I said ‘I love you, Jon’? That what you mean?”

“Yep.” He smiled happily as she repeated it.

“Up to you, Jon. I really don’t care who knows. You know, and that’s all I’m concerned about.”

Jon kissed her then, a deep, searching kiss, filled with love and longing, trying to tell her how he felt, too. Sara sighed as her fingers crept up into Jon’s hair, and she could feel him soften inside her, slipping away from her though she tried to hold him. They were roused from the kiss by a loud beep from somewhere.