Despite her resolve to sleep on the problem, Sara just couldn’t find the comfort of oblivion, tossing and turning for endless hours, finally giving up on it just after three in the morning, heading along to the kitchen to make coffee. She took a giant mug of coffee and a handful of cookies through to the living room, curling onto the couch with her book. After a hundred or so pages, and two refills on her coffee, she was buzzing from the caffeine and itching to do something. Anything.
A glance at the clock told her it was just past five o’clock, and she headed for the shower. After a quick shower, she blowdried her hair then dressed and left the house, driving over to the studio, loving how empty the roads were at such a ridiculously early hour.
Inside, she started yet another pot of coffee, then took the first mug with her, over to the computer to check on email. As the computer booted up, she unthinkingly picked up a sheaf of prints from the printer tray, stopping suddenly as she looked at the top sheet, seeing Jon with his kids all around him, all five of them grinning happily at the camera.
“Shit!” She whispered, sinking down onto the seat, wondering if it was wrong of her to deny Jon what he wanted.
Slowly, Sara flipped through the rest of the prints, eventually laying down all but one. The last one that Steph had taken, with Jon’s arm around her waist, hers on his shoulder as they cuddled close. As she looked at the photo, Sara could feel tears prickle her eyes, caught between loving Jon, wanting - needing - to please him, and her own feelings. She carefully put the photos into a neat stack, then slipped them into a board-backed envelope, ready for delivery.
Checking her inbox, Sara found nothing exciting, and she headed for the kitchen to get a refill on her coffee, glancing thoughtfully at the envelope as she passed. She worked around the studio for a while, pausing each time the envelope caught her attention, then just before nine o’clock she gave in. Leaving her coffee mug where it lay, she scribbled a quick note for Paul, then grabbed the envelope and left the studio, running downstairs to her car.
Jon was up early too, and he’d been sitting on the couch for hours, scribbling lyrics until he realised he was writing some seriously depressing stuff - ‘music to slit your wrists by’ as Richie had once put it. Finally it got late enough - almost eight in the morning - that he figured he could call Dot, so he grabbed his cellphone and dialled.
“Morning, Jon.”
“Hi.” He decided not to skirt around the question, but just ask her straight out. “Are the kids there?”
“Romeo’s here, but the others are still getting ready for school. Why?”
“I just…..I need to ask you something, Dot. Did you - I mean have you - ever had……had an abortion?”
Standing in the kitchen of the house they’d built together, Dorothea squeezed her eyes tightly shut at the memory of something she’d thought he’d never know about. Something she’d tried hard to forget, even though she still felt it had been the right thing to do.
“Well?” Jon pressed.
“Yes.” Dot said softly, knowing she had nothing to lose anyway. She’d already lost him. Or let him go, really, so why lie to him.
Sitting in his apartment, Jon pressed his lips together, fighting back the first, angry words that rose to his mind. He took a deep breath before he spoke, his thumb and forefinger massaging his eyes, trying to shift the gritty feeling.
“When? Recently?” He paused, then asked with great feeling. “Jesus - why, Dot?”
“It was a long time ago, Jon. Back when we were only just married. Hell, we were just kids ourselves, and we get married then you run off, back out on the road, and, well I just wasn’t ready to be a single mom. And, right then, that’s exactly what I would’ve been.”
“I can’t believe this. Why did you never tell me?”
“Well, when would you like me to have told you something like that, Jon? Oh, by the way honey, while you were away I found out I was pregnant, but it’s okay now. Besides, after that tour you fell into such a funk, I was glad I’d done it, because it was no time for me to be taking care of a kid and trying to take care of you.”
“Oh, so it was my fault?”
“No, Jon. That’s not what I said. It was my decision. I never meant you to find out, quite honestly. How did you find out?”
“Sara.”
“What? How the hell did she find out?”
“I think my mom told her.” Jon was surprised to find that, after the initial shock, he didn’t feel much one way or the other about Dot’s secret. It was so long in the past, and he was more concerned about Sara right now. “Did mom know?”
“Yeah. She came with me to the hospital. I think she was hoping we wouldn’t stay together, and she wanted to keep things between you and I simple, so she supported my decision. Nice of Sara to share the secret.” She finished, and Jon could hear the anger in her voice.
“Don’t blame Sara. We got into a fight and I pushed it too far. She didn’t exactly tell me either - she let a little bit slip and I figured it out, but I decided to ask you, find out if it was true. Guess it was.” Jon looked at his watch. “Sorry, Dot - I gotta go get ready. Talk to you later. Bye.”
“Bye.” Dot echoed faintly, surprised at Jon’s reaction - or lack of it really.
Since the phone call, Jon had dragged himself to the shower, replaying the conversation as he stood at the mirror, running his hands through his hair and glad that there was no need to get dressed up in a suit and tie to go see Ken. He grimaced at his reflection, seeing the dark hollows around his eyes and the pale, drawn look, legacy of a long, sleepless night. He couldn’t stomach the thought of food, and the mug of black coffee he forced himself to drink only reminded him of Sara’s caffeine addiction. As he headed for the door, his cellphone rang, and he answered the call as he reached to unlock the door.
Sara had managed to remember the route to Jon’s apartment, and she was in luck, as a limo pulled away from the parking space right near the door just as she arrived. She swung her car into the vacant spot and switched off the engine, taking a moment to calm herself before picking up the envelope of photos and getting out of the car.
In the apartment building, she went straight past the doorman, using the key Jon had given her to operate the elevator, heading up to his floor. After the way she’d left, though, she didn’t want to let herself into the apartment, and when she arrived in his foyer she dialled his cellphone, pacing nervously across the marble floor. Her heart sank when his cellphone cut straight to voicemail, telling her he was on another call. She hung up and redialled, this time trying the apartment number. After a few rings that, too, cut to the answering machine. Belatedly, Sara remembered Jon telling her he had a meeting this morning, and when she looked at her watch she realised he’d be gone already. She had a sudden recollection of the limo that had pulled away when she arrived, and she guessed that it had taken Jon away.
As much as she hated answering machines, she decided she would leave a message this time, and she laid the envelope down on the little table by the door, pacing back and forth again as she spoke.
“Jon……it’s Sara. I just wanted to say I’m sorry, for what I said. It was nothing to do with me, and I shouldn’t have told you. And about the other thing,” she took a deep breath, but she knew it was what she had to do, “well, I’m pretty sure you know how I feel about having children. If you didn’t before, you do now, and I guess maybe - if you still want children - then maybe I’m not the person you need. I’m sorry. I wish I could be what you want, but I won’t lie to you and say I’ll change my mind. I don’t know if I would or not. Anyway, you’ve got my numbers, so give me a call if you want to. I guess if nothing else you’ll want to pick up your stuff from my place. Well……bye.”
Turning away sadly, she pressed the elevator call button, standing staring at her feet as she waited, fighting tears and the deep ache of a breaking heart.
“Are you dumping me?” She heard that soft, familiar voice behind her, and spun to find Jon standing in the doorway.
“Jon? I thought…..I thought you had a meeting this morning?”
“I did. I was just about to leave when Ken’s assistant called, told me they had to cancel.” He stuffed his hands into the front pockets of his jeans, looking across at her through untidy blond hair. “So……are you dumping me?”
“Jon - I love you, but I just think, well, you want more kids, and I don’t want any. It doesn’t seem right for me to deny you that, so I just thought……..”
“Oh, Jesus, darlin’………I’m sorry. I’ve been thinking about this all night. I think your reaction just surprised me, but you’re right. I do have four children, and maybe I’m too old for another round of diapers and midnight feeds.”
He took a step out into the foyer, the marble icy under his bare feet, speaking softly but sincerely.
“Sara - I love you. If you don’t want kids, that’s okay with me. If you decide you can put up with me, then in a few years you decide you want a baby, that’s okay, too. All I really want is for you to want me. Please don’t leave.”
Sara stared at him, the simple, honest way he spoke far more devastating than any tears or dramatic gestures could ever be, clawing at her heart with an almost physical pain. Behind her, the elevator doors pinged open as Sara looked at Jon, and then they slid shut again, leaving them both in the foyer, standing looking at each other. Silently, Jon held out a hand, palm up, and Sara took a hesitant step, her fingers sliding into his palm before she looked up into his eyes.
“I love you so much.” She sobbed suddenly, tears flowing over her lashes as she blinked.
“I love you more.” Jon whispered as he pulled her into his arms, hugging her like a drowning man who’d found a lifebelt.
They clung together in the foyer for minutes, until Sara moved back a fraction so she could look up at Jon. She pressed her mouth onto his, feeling his lips open to her as he kissed her back hungrily. When they broke for breath, Jon spoke again.
“I’m glad you decided to leave a message, otherwise I wouldn’t have known you were out here.”
“Well, I brought you some of the photos………” Sara looked at him in confusion. “Actually, how did you know I was here? Are there security cameras?”
“No. No cameras. I caught the end of your message when I came into the room, and I heard that.” He nodded toward the tall antique clock, the deep tick loud in the foyer. “I heard the clock ticking and realised you were here.”
“I’m glad.” Sara whispered.
“Me too. Come on. Let’s go inside, baby.”
Still holding her close, Jon led Sara over to the apartment door, and she picked up the photos as she passed the table. As she stepped over the threshold, into Jon’s home, she looked up into his eyes, smiling softly, and Jon returned the smile gladly.
Jon closed the door behind them, and the soft click of the lock was almost symbolic, as they both knew - without words - that their old, separate lives were over, and whatever was to come, they would meet it head on. Together.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Chapter 149
Richie and Linda stood together on the balcony until the chill began to creep through the blanket, finally driving them indoors and back to the comfort of the bed. They huddled together under the blanket, foreheads touching as they spoke in soft voices, making plans for the next day and beyond. Sleep crept gradually over them both, and they fell asleep while they were still whispering to each other, darkness overtaking them at almost the same moment. Neither of them was even aware of the slow opening of the bedroom door, and the succession of silent furry bodies that joined them on the bed, curling up at their feet.
Across the country, Sara and Jon were luxuriating in the bath, the air in the room perfumed with spice from a scented oil Sara had picked up during their walk. Sara was curled happily in Jon’s lap, his arms tight around her as they sat together peacefully, only the muted rumble of the bath jets disturbing the silence. They sat so long that the jets timed out, the water swiftly becoming still around them, and they reluctantly had to admit that the water was now too cool to be comfortable. Climbing out of the tub, Jon pulled on a robe and wrapped the other snugly around Sara, then surprised her by lifting her in his arms, carrying her as easily as he did Romeo, across to lay her on his bed.
He laid her down gently on the mattress, the cover already flipped open in readiness, then he lay down close beside her, both of them still wrapped in their soft robes. Sara leaned forward a little, kissing Jon softly, and he smiled as he stroked her back, propping himself on one elbow to look down on her.
“You were so great with the kids.” He murmured softly. “Romeo loves you.”
“He’s cute.” Sara smiled. “They all are, but he’s gorgeous!”
“I can’t wait to see you with a baby of your own.” Jon admitted. He was so wrapped up in his mental picture of that scene, he didn’t notice Sara stiffen under his touch, and he continued with his thought. “You’ll make such a great mommy.”
“No, I won’t.” Sara said firmly, lying rigid beside Jon, not looking at him.
“You……..huh?” Jon looked down at her, finally noticing how tensely she lay. “Oh, shit, darlin’. I’m sorry. Can’t…….can’t you have kids? I never really thought about it before, but you’ve never bothered about us using anything……I just never thought….”
Sara rolled onto her back, looking up at him, not entirely comfortable talking about this kind of thing, but pressing ahead.
“It’s not that. I can have kids. Well, I assume I can. I just don’t want any. Never have.” She flushed slightly, but ploughed ahead, quashing her embarrassment at the subject matter. “And I’ve never bothered about using anything because I’ve been on birth control pills for years - it was just easier when I was working so much - I never had to worry about………about when my period was due………just keep taking the pills.”
Jon sat up now, leaning on the headboard as he looked at her, confusion on his face.
“But……….but now? Now that we’re together……….doesn’t that change things?”
“Well, yes, it changes things. It changes a lot of things.” Sara sat up, too, kneeling on the bed facing Jon. “But I still don’t want kids, Jon.”
She was starting to get angry. This was one of the few subjects that could move her to anger very quickly. For so many years, people - friends, family - had told her that she’d change her mind ‘when she met somebody special’, but Sara had always disagreed. Even now, as deeply as she was in love with Jon, she still felt no desire to have children, and couldn’t ever imagine wanting to.
“Anyway,” she continued, “you have four children already, Jon. Isn’t that enough for anybody?”
“I just……….I love you, Sara, and I’d love us to have a family of our own……. I can’t believe you’re so against the idea…….. I know I have four kids already, but I would like more, and I’d like them with you. I mean, I can see why, before, you’d have decided you didn’t mind not having kids, but surely now……..”
Sara stared at him. “What? Now that I’ve finally found somebody I can get on with having babies? Jon - it’s not like I became resigned to not having kids because I was still……still a virgin. I don’t want kids.” She looked at him sadly. “And I guess you do.”
“Can’t we even talk about this?” Jon asked, and at that Sara climbed off the bed, crossing to where her clothes were piled on a chair.
“We are talking about it.” She said as she stepped into her jeans, yanking the denim up with unnecessary force before searching out her boots. “I have to go.” She muttered.
“Sar, don’t go. Not like this, baby. Please…….talk to me…….”
“I am talking to you. I’m telling you flat out what I want, or rather what I don’t want. Just sounds like it’s not what you want to hear, so you won’t listen.”
“Baby - it’s not like you’re the first woman who doesn’t want kids.” Jon said, climbing off the bed to walk over to her. “Hell, at first Dot…….”
He looked surprised when Sara raised a hand, cutting him off peremptorily. “Don’t - do NOT - equate me with her, Jon. At least I have the courage to tell you up front. Wouldn’t you rather I did that - tell you honestly that I don’t want kids, rather than…….”
Sara cut herself off before she said too much, trying to step around Jon, but he moved to block her, brow furrowed at her last statement.
“Rather than what?”
“Nothing.” Sara muttered, getting past Jon and heading for the door, stopping suddenly as Jon grabbed her wrist.
“Talk to me, dammit!” Jon’s own temper was flaring up, and he couldn’t stop it, even when he saw the hint of fear in Sara’s eyes, almost masked by her own anger.
“No. It’s none of my business. Let go of me, Jon.”
He pulled her toward him, still gripping her wrist hard. “What’s none of your business? Dot? What’s going on? Dot wanted the kids as much as I did.”
Sara wrenched herself free, the anger finally getting the better of her as she spat back at Jon. “Really? So why did she have an abo………” As Jon’s eyes widened, Sara paled, realising what she’d almost said - said enough of anyway. “I have to go!”
She grabbed her bag and virtually ran for the door, hating herself for hurting him that way, unable to bear the look in his eyes as he stood there in the bedroom, hurt and confused, unsure whether to believe her or not. Sara didn’t even wait for the elevator, but took the fire stairs, just wanting to be out of the building as quickly as possible, still angry at Jon for not understanding her feelings, but despising herself for what she’d just done in the heat of the moment. As the heavy fire door closed on the floor above, she heard Jon yelling her name, but she kept going, running down the stairs, fighting to keep her balance as her foot slipped, but not slowing until she hit the lobby. The doorman looked a little surprised to see her emerge from the stairwell, but Sara just kept her head down and left the building without a word.
Upstairs, in the apartment, Jon was sitting on the edge of the bed, his mind racing over what Sara had said. Well, almost said, but said enough for him to get what she meant. Dot had a abortion? When? She wouldn’t, right? He knew her too well - he’d have known.
“Yeah - like you knew she was cheating.” He reminded himself, talking aloud in the empty room.
Okay, so assuming for a second it was true, how the hell would Sara know something like that? Not likely that Dot would tell her, and Sara hadn’t spoken to anybody else who’d know…….
“Oh, fuck. Mom.” Jon groaned, remembering Sara’s shell-shocked expression after she’d been talking with his mom out in Florida. Maybe it was true.
He looked at the clock - too late now to call Dot, to ask her. Not that he gave a shit about waking her, but the kids were a different matter. Of course, thinking of the kids brought him right back to what had started this whole fight with Sara. Groaning, Jon threw himself violently back onto the bed, covering his eyes with a forearm as he tried to figure out what - if anything - he should do. His gut feeling was to let Sara cool off for a few hours, then call her in the morning, before he headed out to his meeting with Ken about the second line of JBJ limited jackets, due out soon.
Sara made her way home by subway and bus, walking the final stretch to her house, trying to figure out what to do. She knew she’d hurt Jon, but if he did want more children, then maybe she just wasn’t the person he needed, because she couldn’t ever imagine being a mom. Playing step-mom to Jon’s kids was scary enough, but at least they went back to Dot - she couldn’t think of anything worse for her than being a full-time mommy, with all the responsibilities that entailed.
Locking the front door behind her, she gathered up the mail, looked at a couple of envelopes then sighed and dumped the lot on the hall table, heading for bed. She’d sleep on it, and call Jon in the morning. Maybe.
Across the country, Sara and Jon were luxuriating in the bath, the air in the room perfumed with spice from a scented oil Sara had picked up during their walk. Sara was curled happily in Jon’s lap, his arms tight around her as they sat together peacefully, only the muted rumble of the bath jets disturbing the silence. They sat so long that the jets timed out, the water swiftly becoming still around them, and they reluctantly had to admit that the water was now too cool to be comfortable. Climbing out of the tub, Jon pulled on a robe and wrapped the other snugly around Sara, then surprised her by lifting her in his arms, carrying her as easily as he did Romeo, across to lay her on his bed.
He laid her down gently on the mattress, the cover already flipped open in readiness, then he lay down close beside her, both of them still wrapped in their soft robes. Sara leaned forward a little, kissing Jon softly, and he smiled as he stroked her back, propping himself on one elbow to look down on her.
“You were so great with the kids.” He murmured softly. “Romeo loves you.”
“He’s cute.” Sara smiled. “They all are, but he’s gorgeous!”
“I can’t wait to see you with a baby of your own.” Jon admitted. He was so wrapped up in his mental picture of that scene, he didn’t notice Sara stiffen under his touch, and he continued with his thought. “You’ll make such a great mommy.”
“No, I won’t.” Sara said firmly, lying rigid beside Jon, not looking at him.
“You……..huh?” Jon looked down at her, finally noticing how tensely she lay. “Oh, shit, darlin’. I’m sorry. Can’t…….can’t you have kids? I never really thought about it before, but you’ve never bothered about us using anything……I just never thought….”
Sara rolled onto her back, looking up at him, not entirely comfortable talking about this kind of thing, but pressing ahead.
“It’s not that. I can have kids. Well, I assume I can. I just don’t want any. Never have.” She flushed slightly, but ploughed ahead, quashing her embarrassment at the subject matter. “And I’ve never bothered about using anything because I’ve been on birth control pills for years - it was just easier when I was working so much - I never had to worry about………about when my period was due………just keep taking the pills.”
Jon sat up now, leaning on the headboard as he looked at her, confusion on his face.
“But……….but now? Now that we’re together……….doesn’t that change things?”
“Well, yes, it changes things. It changes a lot of things.” Sara sat up, too, kneeling on the bed facing Jon. “But I still don’t want kids, Jon.”
She was starting to get angry. This was one of the few subjects that could move her to anger very quickly. For so many years, people - friends, family - had told her that she’d change her mind ‘when she met somebody special’, but Sara had always disagreed. Even now, as deeply as she was in love with Jon, she still felt no desire to have children, and couldn’t ever imagine wanting to.
“Anyway,” she continued, “you have four children already, Jon. Isn’t that enough for anybody?”
“I just……….I love you, Sara, and I’d love us to have a family of our own……. I can’t believe you’re so against the idea…….. I know I have four kids already, but I would like more, and I’d like them with you. I mean, I can see why, before, you’d have decided you didn’t mind not having kids, but surely now……..”
Sara stared at him. “What? Now that I’ve finally found somebody I can get on with having babies? Jon - it’s not like I became resigned to not having kids because I was still……still a virgin. I don’t want kids.” She looked at him sadly. “And I guess you do.”
“Can’t we even talk about this?” Jon asked, and at that Sara climbed off the bed, crossing to where her clothes were piled on a chair.
“We are talking about it.” She said as she stepped into her jeans, yanking the denim up with unnecessary force before searching out her boots. “I have to go.” She muttered.
“Sar, don’t go. Not like this, baby. Please…….talk to me…….”
“I am talking to you. I’m telling you flat out what I want, or rather what I don’t want. Just sounds like it’s not what you want to hear, so you won’t listen.”
“Baby - it’s not like you’re the first woman who doesn’t want kids.” Jon said, climbing off the bed to walk over to her. “Hell, at first Dot…….”
He looked surprised when Sara raised a hand, cutting him off peremptorily. “Don’t - do NOT - equate me with her, Jon. At least I have the courage to tell you up front. Wouldn’t you rather I did that - tell you honestly that I don’t want kids, rather than…….”
Sara cut herself off before she said too much, trying to step around Jon, but he moved to block her, brow furrowed at her last statement.
“Rather than what?”
“Nothing.” Sara muttered, getting past Jon and heading for the door, stopping suddenly as Jon grabbed her wrist.
“Talk to me, dammit!” Jon’s own temper was flaring up, and he couldn’t stop it, even when he saw the hint of fear in Sara’s eyes, almost masked by her own anger.
“No. It’s none of my business. Let go of me, Jon.”
He pulled her toward him, still gripping her wrist hard. “What’s none of your business? Dot? What’s going on? Dot wanted the kids as much as I did.”
Sara wrenched herself free, the anger finally getting the better of her as she spat back at Jon. “Really? So why did she have an abo………” As Jon’s eyes widened, Sara paled, realising what she’d almost said - said enough of anyway. “I have to go!”
She grabbed her bag and virtually ran for the door, hating herself for hurting him that way, unable to bear the look in his eyes as he stood there in the bedroom, hurt and confused, unsure whether to believe her or not. Sara didn’t even wait for the elevator, but took the fire stairs, just wanting to be out of the building as quickly as possible, still angry at Jon for not understanding her feelings, but despising herself for what she’d just done in the heat of the moment. As the heavy fire door closed on the floor above, she heard Jon yelling her name, but she kept going, running down the stairs, fighting to keep her balance as her foot slipped, but not slowing until she hit the lobby. The doorman looked a little surprised to see her emerge from the stairwell, but Sara just kept her head down and left the building without a word.
Upstairs, in the apartment, Jon was sitting on the edge of the bed, his mind racing over what Sara had said. Well, almost said, but said enough for him to get what she meant. Dot had a abortion? When? She wouldn’t, right? He knew her too well - he’d have known.
“Yeah - like you knew she was cheating.” He reminded himself, talking aloud in the empty room.
Okay, so assuming for a second it was true, how the hell would Sara know something like that? Not likely that Dot would tell her, and Sara hadn’t spoken to anybody else who’d know…….
“Oh, fuck. Mom.” Jon groaned, remembering Sara’s shell-shocked expression after she’d been talking with his mom out in Florida. Maybe it was true.
He looked at the clock - too late now to call Dot, to ask her. Not that he gave a shit about waking her, but the kids were a different matter. Of course, thinking of the kids brought him right back to what had started this whole fight with Sara. Groaning, Jon threw himself violently back onto the bed, covering his eyes with a forearm as he tried to figure out what - if anything - he should do. His gut feeling was to let Sara cool off for a few hours, then call her in the morning, before he headed out to his meeting with Ken about the second line of JBJ limited jackets, due out soon.
Sara made her way home by subway and bus, walking the final stretch to her house, trying to figure out what to do. She knew she’d hurt Jon, but if he did want more children, then maybe she just wasn’t the person he needed, because she couldn’t ever imagine being a mom. Playing step-mom to Jon’s kids was scary enough, but at least they went back to Dot - she couldn’t think of anything worse for her than being a full-time mommy, with all the responsibilities that entailed.
Locking the front door behind her, she gathered up the mail, looked at a couple of envelopes then sighed and dumped the lot on the hall table, heading for bed. She’d sleep on it, and call Jon in the morning. Maybe.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Chapter 148
Later, when they had recovered a little, lying close together on the rumpled bed, Jon soothingly stroked his hand along Sara’s back, causing her to open her eyes again.
“You constantly amaze me, darlin’.” He murmured.
“In a good way?” She asked sleepily.
“Oh, most definitely in a good way. Ways. So many good ways.” Jon chuckled as he stroked her again. “My li’l wildcat.”
Sara purred, then lifted her hand to his face. “My handsome rockstar.” She whispered with a tender smile.
Jon shifted on the bed, then gave her a lopsided grin. “While I’d love to stay here, baby, and as unromantic as it sounds, I have to go pee.”
“You’re right. It’s probably not the most romantic thing you’ve ever said!” Sara sat up, stretching slowly. “I’m hungry anyway. Do you want me to fix something? Sandwich maybe?”
“Don’t bother just for me.” Jon told her as he rolled out of bed.
“I’m not. Told you - I’m hungry. I’ll be in the kitchen if you want me.”
“Oh, you know I want you, wildcat.”
Jon headed into the bathroom and Sara watched him go, watching the muscles of his ass tightening with each step, then when he was gone she reached down and picked up her discarded robe, rescuing one of the belts to tie it around her against the cool of the evening.
Sara tottered drowsily along the hallway to the kitchen, opening a cupboard to get coffee mugs then remembering they’d left some over by the couch. After retrieving the used mugs, she rinsed them in the sink before pouring herself a mug of the potent brew, even stronger now that it had been sitting on the hotplate for a while. The caffeine smacked her brain awake, and she took another mouthful as she opened the fridge, finding butter and eggs but not much else.
“I don’t think you’ll find much in there.” Jon said softly behind her.
“Uh, no, I didn’t.” Sara swung around to face him. “Dammit, Jon - don’t you eat?”
“Suuuure.” He smirked, reaching to grab the belt of her robe.
“Food, I mean! There’s hardly a thing in this place. Eggs, butter……do you even have bread?”
“Yeah, there’s bread.” Jon hauled her against him, sliding his arms around her waist, his hands grabbing onto her ass.
“Well, if there’s bread…….” Sara broke off as Jon’s lips caressed her throat, pressing wet kisses down into the open neck of her robe. She tugged at his hair until he was looking at her again. “If there’s bread, I could make fried egg sandwiches.”
Jon looked at her with a theatrically sulky pout. “I’m not going to get anywhere with you until you’ve eaten, am I?”
“Nope.”
With a pathetic sigh, Jon released her. “Okay, then - feed me, woman!”
Sara stuck out her tongue, but turned to the cupboards, finding a pan and laying it on the stove. Jon perched up on one of the stools with a mug of coffee, idly watching her as she made their snack. They sat at the kitchen counter to eat, laughing as they licked hot yolk from their fingers when it oozed from the sandwiches.
“Do you know what I feel like doing?” Sara asked as she took their plates to dump them in the dishwasher, along with the rest of the stuff she’d used.
“What?”
“I feel like taking a walk somewhere. What’s around here anyway?”
“I don’t really know.” Jon admitted, liking the idea of getting a little gentle exercise before they came back for something a little more strenuous. “Let’s go find out.”
Both impatient now to get moving, they went along to the bedroom, sharing a quick shower before dressing again. As usual when he was out trying to be inconspicuous, Jon pulled on a ball cap and hooked a pair of sunglasses into the neck of his t shirt. Sara had pinned her hair up while they showered, keeping it dry, so she just dragged it up into a ponytail high on the back of her head which made her look even younger, though she pouted when Jon said so.
“But I keep trying to prove what a big girl I am.” She murmured, and Jon tugged on her hair as he laughed.
“You’re a hussy is what you are, girl.” Another gentle tug on her ponytail. “Ready?”
“Mmmm.”
They left the apartment, heading out into the dim light of evening, walking hand in hand along the sidewalks as they explored the area, finally stopping in to a cosy bar for a drink, and to rest their feet. There was a bit of interest from some of the other customers as they recognised Jon, but nobody bothered them, allowing them to relax and chat in peace. As the evening became full night, they left the bar again and strolled back to the apartment, Jon’s arm around Sara’s shoulders and hers wrapped around his waist, holding each other close as they walked.
Out in LA, Richie and Linda had, in the couple of days since her arrival, christened the few rooms where they hadn’t made love on her previous visit. The cats had inspected the house and each found a favourite spot to sleep, while Cody sniffed around, looked at his ‘mommy’ and saw she was settled, then collapsed in a heap on the floor, instantly asleep. Richie had just laughed, completely unperturbed by the invasion of furry bodies into his home.
Linda had fallen asleep in his bed - she wasn’t quite ready to think of it as ‘their’ bed yet - dozing away dreamily as she listened to Richie play guitar, singing softly to her. While they’d been talking as they recovered from another explosion of pleasure, she’d mentioned once hearing a recording of him playing ‘Here Comes The Sun’, on a VH1 show, and he’d immediately climbed out of bed, picking up a guitar from a stand and coming across to the bed again. He sat on the bed beside her, playing from his heart as he always did, but the soft growling voice so close to her, and for her alone, lulled Linda into a contented stupor.
When she woke again, she was alone, and as she realised that one of the blankets was missing, she heard the muted sound of his guitar coming from out on the balcony. She was smiling as she rolled off the bed, pulling the sheet with her and holding it across the front of her body as she crossed to the glass door, sliding it open and looking outside. Richie looked over with a soft grin, his fingers still plucking at the strings. He was sitting with the blanket wrapped around him, and Linda smiled back at him.
“I wondered where you’d gone.”
“Aw, darlin’, you fell asleep, so I didn’t want to disturb you. Came out here instead.” He tilted his head slightly, trying to see behind her. “Turn around.” He instructed.
“Why?” But she knew why, and she turned slightly, letting him see that the sheet clutched to her chest was all that covered her body.
Richie gave a soft growl of approval, laying his guitar aside as Linda stepped forward, leaning on the balcony wall, looking out at the dark beach. His eyes travelled the smooth lines of her, her pearl-pale skin glowing in the light spilling from the bedroom, and he could feel the building tension, knew he wanted her again, right now.
With a swift movement, he rose from the chair, hitching the blanket higher, onto his shoulders, holding it together in front of him. He stepped up behind her, flipping the blanket open long enough to press his body against hers, wrapping his arms around her so the blanket enclosed them both. Linda gasped as she felt him against her, so hard already, and the heat of his body burned her skin. She turned her head to see his face so close to hers, his full lips parting in a grin before he kissed her. Richie let go of the blanket with one hand, tenderly squeezing her breast before heading south, one of his feet nudging her legs apart as his fingers slid down over her belly and between her thighs.
The blanket slipped slightly, and Linda automatically caught it, losing her grip on the sheet instead, and Richie heard the soft whisper of the silk hitting the floor, the sound almost lost in Linda’s gasp as he stroked her clit lightly.
“Take the blanket.” Richie whispered in her ear, pushing his handful of blanket to her free hand, and Linda took hold of it, keeping their cocoon securely around them as Richie’s hand moved to her breast, his lips claiming hers again.
“Out here?” Linda moaned a moment later when Richie relinquished her mouth.
His hand was still deep between her thighs, two fingers even deeper as they pressed inside her, and Linda knew she wouldn’t - couldn’t - refuse him if he said yes.
“Out here.” Richie confirmed with a hoarse whisper. “Only place we haven’t done it, darlin’.”
Linda gave an incoherent, sobbing moan as he moved his fingers away, feeling his hardness slide against her as he dipped his knees, holding her hips as he blindly sought her entrance. As she felt the tip of him slip inside, she pushed back against him so he was driven deep, and Richie’s hands tightened on her hips as he gasped in surprise.
Still holding onto the blanket like a lifeline, Linda brought her hands forward onto the top of the wall, supporting them both as Richie pulled back and slid deep again. One of those big strong hands was tucked under her stomach, holding her still while the other hand teased her clit again, Richie giving a soft chuckle of satisfaction as he heard her gasp at the twin assault.
Richie knew that, for once, his somewhat legendary stamina was deserting him, and as he felt Linda cumming for him, his need overtook his restraint and he slammed harder into her pulsing flesh, bringing both hands to her hips to steady her against his onslaught. Linda tried to suppress a scream as Richie’s hard thrusts pushed her into an immediate second orgasm, and she could feel him inside her, every inch of him - and there were a lot of inches. She heard his explosive grunt of satisfaction as he came inside her, still driving himself deep until he was exhausted, curling forward onto Linda’s back with a groan.
Linda held her grip on the wall as Richie’s weight lay on her back for a moment, then before the strain could become too much, he slowly eased himself down, sliding his cock out of her as his arms coiled around her waist.
He was still panting slightly as he spoke in her ear. “I’m gettin’ too old for this shit.” He murmured, a laugh in his voice.
“You and me, both, babe.” Linda agreed, tucking the blanket closer around them as she straightened up, leaning back into Richie’s warmth.
They stood like that, wrapped in the warmth of the blanket, and the comfort of each other, just gazing out at the phosphorescent glimmer of the surf out there in the darkness.
“You constantly amaze me, darlin’.” He murmured.
“In a good way?” She asked sleepily.
“Oh, most definitely in a good way. Ways. So many good ways.” Jon chuckled as he stroked her again. “My li’l wildcat.”
Sara purred, then lifted her hand to his face. “My handsome rockstar.” She whispered with a tender smile.
Jon shifted on the bed, then gave her a lopsided grin. “While I’d love to stay here, baby, and as unromantic as it sounds, I have to go pee.”
“You’re right. It’s probably not the most romantic thing you’ve ever said!” Sara sat up, stretching slowly. “I’m hungry anyway. Do you want me to fix something? Sandwich maybe?”
“Don’t bother just for me.” Jon told her as he rolled out of bed.
“I’m not. Told you - I’m hungry. I’ll be in the kitchen if you want me.”
“Oh, you know I want you, wildcat.”
Jon headed into the bathroom and Sara watched him go, watching the muscles of his ass tightening with each step, then when he was gone she reached down and picked up her discarded robe, rescuing one of the belts to tie it around her against the cool of the evening.
Sara tottered drowsily along the hallway to the kitchen, opening a cupboard to get coffee mugs then remembering they’d left some over by the couch. After retrieving the used mugs, she rinsed them in the sink before pouring herself a mug of the potent brew, even stronger now that it had been sitting on the hotplate for a while. The caffeine smacked her brain awake, and she took another mouthful as she opened the fridge, finding butter and eggs but not much else.
“I don’t think you’ll find much in there.” Jon said softly behind her.
“Uh, no, I didn’t.” Sara swung around to face him. “Dammit, Jon - don’t you eat?”
“Suuuure.” He smirked, reaching to grab the belt of her robe.
“Food, I mean! There’s hardly a thing in this place. Eggs, butter……do you even have bread?”
“Yeah, there’s bread.” Jon hauled her against him, sliding his arms around her waist, his hands grabbing onto her ass.
“Well, if there’s bread…….” Sara broke off as Jon’s lips caressed her throat, pressing wet kisses down into the open neck of her robe. She tugged at his hair until he was looking at her again. “If there’s bread, I could make fried egg sandwiches.”
Jon looked at her with a theatrically sulky pout. “I’m not going to get anywhere with you until you’ve eaten, am I?”
“Nope.”
With a pathetic sigh, Jon released her. “Okay, then - feed me, woman!”
Sara stuck out her tongue, but turned to the cupboards, finding a pan and laying it on the stove. Jon perched up on one of the stools with a mug of coffee, idly watching her as she made their snack. They sat at the kitchen counter to eat, laughing as they licked hot yolk from their fingers when it oozed from the sandwiches.
“Do you know what I feel like doing?” Sara asked as she took their plates to dump them in the dishwasher, along with the rest of the stuff she’d used.
“What?”
“I feel like taking a walk somewhere. What’s around here anyway?”
“I don’t really know.” Jon admitted, liking the idea of getting a little gentle exercise before they came back for something a little more strenuous. “Let’s go find out.”
Both impatient now to get moving, they went along to the bedroom, sharing a quick shower before dressing again. As usual when he was out trying to be inconspicuous, Jon pulled on a ball cap and hooked a pair of sunglasses into the neck of his t shirt. Sara had pinned her hair up while they showered, keeping it dry, so she just dragged it up into a ponytail high on the back of her head which made her look even younger, though she pouted when Jon said so.
“But I keep trying to prove what a big girl I am.” She murmured, and Jon tugged on her hair as he laughed.
“You’re a hussy is what you are, girl.” Another gentle tug on her ponytail. “Ready?”
“Mmmm.”
They left the apartment, heading out into the dim light of evening, walking hand in hand along the sidewalks as they explored the area, finally stopping in to a cosy bar for a drink, and to rest their feet. There was a bit of interest from some of the other customers as they recognised Jon, but nobody bothered them, allowing them to relax and chat in peace. As the evening became full night, they left the bar again and strolled back to the apartment, Jon’s arm around Sara’s shoulders and hers wrapped around his waist, holding each other close as they walked.
Out in LA, Richie and Linda had, in the couple of days since her arrival, christened the few rooms where they hadn’t made love on her previous visit. The cats had inspected the house and each found a favourite spot to sleep, while Cody sniffed around, looked at his ‘mommy’ and saw she was settled, then collapsed in a heap on the floor, instantly asleep. Richie had just laughed, completely unperturbed by the invasion of furry bodies into his home.
Linda had fallen asleep in his bed - she wasn’t quite ready to think of it as ‘their’ bed yet - dozing away dreamily as she listened to Richie play guitar, singing softly to her. While they’d been talking as they recovered from another explosion of pleasure, she’d mentioned once hearing a recording of him playing ‘Here Comes The Sun’, on a VH1 show, and he’d immediately climbed out of bed, picking up a guitar from a stand and coming across to the bed again. He sat on the bed beside her, playing from his heart as he always did, but the soft growling voice so close to her, and for her alone, lulled Linda into a contented stupor.
When she woke again, she was alone, and as she realised that one of the blankets was missing, she heard the muted sound of his guitar coming from out on the balcony. She was smiling as she rolled off the bed, pulling the sheet with her and holding it across the front of her body as she crossed to the glass door, sliding it open and looking outside. Richie looked over with a soft grin, his fingers still plucking at the strings. He was sitting with the blanket wrapped around him, and Linda smiled back at him.
“I wondered where you’d gone.”
“Aw, darlin’, you fell asleep, so I didn’t want to disturb you. Came out here instead.” He tilted his head slightly, trying to see behind her. “Turn around.” He instructed.
“Why?” But she knew why, and she turned slightly, letting him see that the sheet clutched to her chest was all that covered her body.
Richie gave a soft growl of approval, laying his guitar aside as Linda stepped forward, leaning on the balcony wall, looking out at the dark beach. His eyes travelled the smooth lines of her, her pearl-pale skin glowing in the light spilling from the bedroom, and he could feel the building tension, knew he wanted her again, right now.
With a swift movement, he rose from the chair, hitching the blanket higher, onto his shoulders, holding it together in front of him. He stepped up behind her, flipping the blanket open long enough to press his body against hers, wrapping his arms around her so the blanket enclosed them both. Linda gasped as she felt him against her, so hard already, and the heat of his body burned her skin. She turned her head to see his face so close to hers, his full lips parting in a grin before he kissed her. Richie let go of the blanket with one hand, tenderly squeezing her breast before heading south, one of his feet nudging her legs apart as his fingers slid down over her belly and between her thighs.
The blanket slipped slightly, and Linda automatically caught it, losing her grip on the sheet instead, and Richie heard the soft whisper of the silk hitting the floor, the sound almost lost in Linda’s gasp as he stroked her clit lightly.
“Take the blanket.” Richie whispered in her ear, pushing his handful of blanket to her free hand, and Linda took hold of it, keeping their cocoon securely around them as Richie’s hand moved to her breast, his lips claiming hers again.
“Out here?” Linda moaned a moment later when Richie relinquished her mouth.
His hand was still deep between her thighs, two fingers even deeper as they pressed inside her, and Linda knew she wouldn’t - couldn’t - refuse him if he said yes.
“Out here.” Richie confirmed with a hoarse whisper. “Only place we haven’t done it, darlin’.”
Linda gave an incoherent, sobbing moan as he moved his fingers away, feeling his hardness slide against her as he dipped his knees, holding her hips as he blindly sought her entrance. As she felt the tip of him slip inside, she pushed back against him so he was driven deep, and Richie’s hands tightened on her hips as he gasped in surprise.
Still holding onto the blanket like a lifeline, Linda brought her hands forward onto the top of the wall, supporting them both as Richie pulled back and slid deep again. One of those big strong hands was tucked under her stomach, holding her still while the other hand teased her clit again, Richie giving a soft chuckle of satisfaction as he heard her gasp at the twin assault.
Richie knew that, for once, his somewhat legendary stamina was deserting him, and as he felt Linda cumming for him, his need overtook his restraint and he slammed harder into her pulsing flesh, bringing both hands to her hips to steady her against his onslaught. Linda tried to suppress a scream as Richie’s hard thrusts pushed her into an immediate second orgasm, and she could feel him inside her, every inch of him - and there were a lot of inches. She heard his explosive grunt of satisfaction as he came inside her, still driving himself deep until he was exhausted, curling forward onto Linda’s back with a groan.
Linda held her grip on the wall as Richie’s weight lay on her back for a moment, then before the strain could become too much, he slowly eased himself down, sliding his cock out of her as his arms coiled around her waist.
He was still panting slightly as he spoke in her ear. “I’m gettin’ too old for this shit.” He murmured, a laugh in his voice.
“You and me, both, babe.” Linda agreed, tucking the blanket closer around them as she straightened up, leaning back into Richie’s warmth.
They stood like that, wrapped in the warmth of the blanket, and the comfort of each other, just gazing out at the phosphorescent glimmer of the surf out there in the darkness.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Chapter 147
Jon flipped channels until Sara asked him to stop, seeing the familiar cast of CSI on screen.
“Do you mind watching this?” She asked.
“No. Don’t think I’ve ever watched it, but if you like it, we’ll watch it.” He squinted at the screen, focusing on one of the characters. “He looks familiar, but I can’t place him.”
“William Peterson.” Sara supplied. “Actually, he was in Young Guns Two - you did music for that, right?”
“He played Garrett.” Jon nodded, then nudged her. “Hey - I was in that movie, too! For about three seconds - my first movie role.”
“Really?” She twisted around to look at him, surprised, and unable to remember seeing him.
“Yeah.” He laughed at the memory. “I was hanging around the set, making a nuisance of myself and annoying Emilio, and they decided they wanted to shoot me. Literally. They dressed me up as this scruffy, dirty cowboy, then shot me back into the jail pit. Blink and you miss me.”
“It’s a long time since I’ve watched the movie.” Sara said, then they settled in to watch the show.
When the episode finished, Jon stretched slowly and Sara sat up, too.
“Bedtime?” Sara suggested.
“Tired, darlin’?”
Grinning wickedly, Sara trailed her fingertips up his thigh. “No.” She whispered.
Jon grinned back at her, one hand stroking her face, then sliding around the back of her head, yanking her forward so he could kiss her. Sara shifted, straddling him on the couch, feeling his other hand gripping her ass hard. She moved again, spreading her knees wider and sinking down onto his thighs, feeling him pull her forward against his crotch, responding by rocking her hips, grinding against him. Both his hands were on her ass now, moving her against him as they kissed, and Sara could feel the hardening lump in his jeans, pressing impatiently toward her. They broke apart, both panting slightly, and Sara looked down at Jon, brown eyes sparkling.
“Let’s go to bed.”
“We could just stay here.” Jon suggested, thrusting his hips upward against her, Sara thrusting back against him automatically.
“Nuh-uh. I’ve got a better idea.” She giggled, giving him back the words he’d said to her so often. “Trust me?”
“Absolutely, darlin’. C’mon then.”
Sara climbed off Jon and pulled him from the couch, taking his hand and leading him along the hallway. In the bedroom, she turned to loop her arms around his neck, bringing her lips to his ear.
“Take your clothes off.” She whispered, drawing back to smile at him. “I’ll be right back.”
She stepped away from him, backing toward the bathroom as Jon watched her, slowly stripping off his t shirt. He pulled the shirt over his head, blocking his vision for a moment, and when he looked again Sara was gone. Jon tossed his shirt onto a chair, tugging off his jeans and dropping them there, too. Naked, and curious about what Sara had in mind, he walked over to the bed, sitting propped against the wooden headboard, waiting.
He didn’t have to wait long, as she emerged from the bathroom wearing one of the fluffy white robes. At almost the same time as he realised it wasn’t belted, Jon saw Sara had the two belts in her hand, trailing them along the wood floor behind her, and he felt the instant reaction in his groin as he watched her smile.
“Have you been a naughty girl again?” He growled softly, and Sara tipped her head forward, peeking at him through the curtain of hair, a sly, wicked smile on her face.
“Not yet I haven’t.” She answered, approaching the bed. “I think it’s time for a little payback.”
“Payback?” Jon didn’t get it immediately, until she sat on the edge of the bed, the robe falling open as she twisted to look at him.
“Payback.” Sara repeated.
Jon reached out to her, his hand slipping inside the robe, coasting across the smooth skin of her stomach until Sara caught his hand. She lightly wrapped one of the belts around his wrist, then looked up at his face, raising an eyebrow questioningly.
He just grinned back at her, and Sara tied the belt - tight enough to hold but loose enough that he could pull his hand free if he wanted to. Jon moved down, lying on the bed as Sara knotted the belt around the bedpost, then she leaned in to kiss Jon, feeling his hand in her hair as she quickly straddled him but kept moving until she was kneeling on his other side. She tied his other wrist to the bed then sat back on her heels, smiling softly down on him.
“You’re mine now.” She whispered, leaning down to kiss him again.
The heavy white robe was starting to annoy her, and Sara stood, letting it slide from her shoulders, leaving her as naked as Jon. His bright blue eyes were fixed on her, and she could feel their heat as she crossed to the closet, pulling out a fine silk scarf that she’d left along with her few clothes. Bringing the scarf over to the bed, she trailed it gently up Jon’s thigh, the soft, cool fabric brushing over his cock then up his belly. She smiled as she watched his stomach muscles contract at the touch, dragging the cloth up his chest before stopping and lifting it away. When she laid the scarf across his eyes, Jon flinched, and Sara immediately lifted it away.
“No?” She asked softly.
“I like to see you.” Jon protested.
“I know.” Sara murmured, then as Jon relented and closed his eyes, she laid the scarf over them again. “It’s not tied.” She told him. “So if you want it off, it’ll come off.”
The purr in her voice soothed Jon, and as he thought of how she’d trusted him before, and what they’d done already, he spoke again, his voice rough. “Tie it.”
“You sure, baby?”
“Yeah.”
Gently, Sara raised his head and slid the scarf behind him, knotting it lightly in place before kissing him again, feeling the slight tension in him at the loss of sight. When she raised her head again, Sara saw how Jon was tightly gripping the belts, and she brought her lips down to his ear.
“Shhhhh……” She whispered, nibbling at his earlobe for a moment before moving away again, not touching him now.
She got off the bed, Jon feeling the tiny lift in the mattress as her weight moved off, and he strained to listen, trying to work out where she was. Even so, he was surprised when he heard her voice, sounding far away as she spoke softly to confuse his hearing.
“I love your tattoo.”
A light touch on his left ankle made him jump, relaxing as her fingers traced the outline of the ornate dragon there. Soft lips replaced her fingers, and Jon sighed at the feel of her tongue on his skin, then she was gone again. Sara stroked her hands along Jon’s feet, then she lifted one knee onto the mattress, between his feet as her hands moved them apart, allowing her to kneel on the bed. Tender fingers trailed up his thighs, toward his cock which was waiting for her touch, swollen hard in anticipation.
Sara brought one hand down inside Jon’s spread thighs, gently stroking his balls, then she moved away from between his legs, crawling up the bed to kiss him again. As Sara pulled away, she felt Jon raising his head, trying to keep contact with her, but she gave a soft, breathless giggle as she sat up, out of his reach.
“Patience, baby.”
She scratched her fingers through the soft, silvery fur on his chest, then caught him unawares when she dipped her head, licking across one taut nipple before nipping lightly with careful teeth. After a moment, her kisses moved on, dropping down across the plain of his belly, Jon squirming slightly as her hair tickled down over him, dragging behind her teasing mouth. He expected her to tease him further, to not touch his cock, but she out-thought him, surprising him when her hot tongue slid across the tip of him, drawing a groan from his throat.
Sara knelt between his legs again, spreading her hands on his pelvis to hold him still as her lips traced a path down his hard length, tongue flicking out to caress his balls as Jon groaned again. Smiling now, Sara drew her tongue up the underside of him, feeling the distended veins through his skin, until her lips pressed against the tip again.
Her hands were still pressing down on him, holding him from pushing against her, and Sara heard the long, drawn-out gasp as she gradually slid down, taking his cock deep in her mouth. Just as slowly, she raised her head and lowered it, then up again, sucking and licking against him, driving him higher, her fingertips on his lower belly feeling the tension, the impending explosion. Sara raised her head again, sucking just a little as she let him free of her mouth, then she moved away again, looking at him, seeing the strain in his arms as he rolled his head slightly, listening for her, trying to guess where she was now.
There was a shift of weight on the bed, and Jon could feel Sara, her knees either side of his waist, then he felt her hair tumble down around his head just before her lips met his. Another long, deliberate kiss, then as she moved back, Jon felt her fingers on the blindfold.
“Do you want this off?”
“No. Yes. No. I want to be inside you first.” Jon rasped, not even sure what he wanted, other than the last part. His cock was aching, and the soft fingers which closed around him didn’t help, particularly when Sara stroked her hand back and forth along him, tightening her grip, bringing him closer to the edge again.
“Sara……..please………” He groaned, biting down hard on his lip as he fought to hold back.
“Please what?” She teased, enjoying the sweetness of payback for the times he’d teased her.
“Please……make love to me, darlin’……and…..oh, sweet Jesus!” He lost the thread of what he was going to say as he felt Sara take the tip of him inside her heat, sliding down onto him achingly slowly. “Fuck.…” He gasped as he felt her around him, tight and wet and perfect.
“Is that what you want, baby?” Sara murmured, pressing against his shoulders as she raised herself then lowered onto him again.
“Yeah…….” he breathed “…..and take off this fuckin’ blindfold…….I gotta see you, Sara……..”
Her fingers slid up the sides of his head, under the scarf and flipped it off his head. Jon blinked a few times as his pupils contracted again after the period of darkness, then he focused on the face above him, Sara smiling as she moved on him again. She rocked her hips slowly, then when she heard the faint moan creeping into his breathing, she rose up onto her knees again, lifting herself off his swollen flesh.
“You damned tease…..” Jon panted, sorely tempted to pull his hands free of the restraints so he could grab Sara and force her back onto him.
“Me?” She smirked, poised on hands and knees above him, her legs touching his sides the only contact between them.
“You.” He confirmed, his voice slightly stronger as the dark shadows fell from his vision again, exerting control over himself with difficulty.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” Sara murmured, seeing him relax a little and bending forward to kiss his lips.
She slid further down the bed, her lips closing on one hard nipple as she let herself lean lower, her stomach brushing across Jon’s cock, feeling the wetness on the tip of him. She felt Jon lift his hips, rubbing himself up against her, groaning in frustration, and she reached down, circling her fingers around the hard shaft. Finally relenting, needing it as much as Jon did, Sara shifted again, holding him tightly as she pressed the distended head into herself, then releasing her grip as she slid down with a soft groan of her own.
“Kiss me.” Jon demanded, needing more from her, and Sara brought her mouth to his, feeling the strain in her hips as the shift pushed her thighs wider, her clit grinding hard against Jon with every roll of her pelvis.
Her intentions to delay were overtaken by her desire, and Sara bucked against Jon harder, feeling his cum shoot inside her just before her own orgasm ripped through her, forcing her to tear her mouth from his, crying out helplessly.
Jon was staring up at her blindly, breathing hard, then he slipped his hands free of his bonds, wrapping both arms around Sara as she slumped on top of him.
“Do you mind watching this?” She asked.
“No. Don’t think I’ve ever watched it, but if you like it, we’ll watch it.” He squinted at the screen, focusing on one of the characters. “He looks familiar, but I can’t place him.”
“William Peterson.” Sara supplied. “Actually, he was in Young Guns Two - you did music for that, right?”
“He played Garrett.” Jon nodded, then nudged her. “Hey - I was in that movie, too! For about three seconds - my first movie role.”
“Really?” She twisted around to look at him, surprised, and unable to remember seeing him.
“Yeah.” He laughed at the memory. “I was hanging around the set, making a nuisance of myself and annoying Emilio, and they decided they wanted to shoot me. Literally. They dressed me up as this scruffy, dirty cowboy, then shot me back into the jail pit. Blink and you miss me.”
“It’s a long time since I’ve watched the movie.” Sara said, then they settled in to watch the show.
When the episode finished, Jon stretched slowly and Sara sat up, too.
“Bedtime?” Sara suggested.
“Tired, darlin’?”
Grinning wickedly, Sara trailed her fingertips up his thigh. “No.” She whispered.
Jon grinned back at her, one hand stroking her face, then sliding around the back of her head, yanking her forward so he could kiss her. Sara shifted, straddling him on the couch, feeling his other hand gripping her ass hard. She moved again, spreading her knees wider and sinking down onto his thighs, feeling him pull her forward against his crotch, responding by rocking her hips, grinding against him. Both his hands were on her ass now, moving her against him as they kissed, and Sara could feel the hardening lump in his jeans, pressing impatiently toward her. They broke apart, both panting slightly, and Sara looked down at Jon, brown eyes sparkling.
“Let’s go to bed.”
“We could just stay here.” Jon suggested, thrusting his hips upward against her, Sara thrusting back against him automatically.
“Nuh-uh. I’ve got a better idea.” She giggled, giving him back the words he’d said to her so often. “Trust me?”
“Absolutely, darlin’. C’mon then.”
Sara climbed off Jon and pulled him from the couch, taking his hand and leading him along the hallway. In the bedroom, she turned to loop her arms around his neck, bringing her lips to his ear.
“Take your clothes off.” She whispered, drawing back to smile at him. “I’ll be right back.”
She stepped away from him, backing toward the bathroom as Jon watched her, slowly stripping off his t shirt. He pulled the shirt over his head, blocking his vision for a moment, and when he looked again Sara was gone. Jon tossed his shirt onto a chair, tugging off his jeans and dropping them there, too. Naked, and curious about what Sara had in mind, he walked over to the bed, sitting propped against the wooden headboard, waiting.
He didn’t have to wait long, as she emerged from the bathroom wearing one of the fluffy white robes. At almost the same time as he realised it wasn’t belted, Jon saw Sara had the two belts in her hand, trailing them along the wood floor behind her, and he felt the instant reaction in his groin as he watched her smile.
“Have you been a naughty girl again?” He growled softly, and Sara tipped her head forward, peeking at him through the curtain of hair, a sly, wicked smile on her face.
“Not yet I haven’t.” She answered, approaching the bed. “I think it’s time for a little payback.”
“Payback?” Jon didn’t get it immediately, until she sat on the edge of the bed, the robe falling open as she twisted to look at him.
“Payback.” Sara repeated.
Jon reached out to her, his hand slipping inside the robe, coasting across the smooth skin of her stomach until Sara caught his hand. She lightly wrapped one of the belts around his wrist, then looked up at his face, raising an eyebrow questioningly.
He just grinned back at her, and Sara tied the belt - tight enough to hold but loose enough that he could pull his hand free if he wanted to. Jon moved down, lying on the bed as Sara knotted the belt around the bedpost, then she leaned in to kiss Jon, feeling his hand in her hair as she quickly straddled him but kept moving until she was kneeling on his other side. She tied his other wrist to the bed then sat back on her heels, smiling softly down on him.
“You’re mine now.” She whispered, leaning down to kiss him again.
The heavy white robe was starting to annoy her, and Sara stood, letting it slide from her shoulders, leaving her as naked as Jon. His bright blue eyes were fixed on her, and she could feel their heat as she crossed to the closet, pulling out a fine silk scarf that she’d left along with her few clothes. Bringing the scarf over to the bed, she trailed it gently up Jon’s thigh, the soft, cool fabric brushing over his cock then up his belly. She smiled as she watched his stomach muscles contract at the touch, dragging the cloth up his chest before stopping and lifting it away. When she laid the scarf across his eyes, Jon flinched, and Sara immediately lifted it away.
“No?” She asked softly.
“I like to see you.” Jon protested.
“I know.” Sara murmured, then as Jon relented and closed his eyes, she laid the scarf over them again. “It’s not tied.” She told him. “So if you want it off, it’ll come off.”
The purr in her voice soothed Jon, and as he thought of how she’d trusted him before, and what they’d done already, he spoke again, his voice rough. “Tie it.”
“You sure, baby?”
“Yeah.”
Gently, Sara raised his head and slid the scarf behind him, knotting it lightly in place before kissing him again, feeling the slight tension in him at the loss of sight. When she raised her head again, Sara saw how Jon was tightly gripping the belts, and she brought her lips down to his ear.
“Shhhhh……” She whispered, nibbling at his earlobe for a moment before moving away again, not touching him now.
She got off the bed, Jon feeling the tiny lift in the mattress as her weight moved off, and he strained to listen, trying to work out where she was. Even so, he was surprised when he heard her voice, sounding far away as she spoke softly to confuse his hearing.
“I love your tattoo.”
A light touch on his left ankle made him jump, relaxing as her fingers traced the outline of the ornate dragon there. Soft lips replaced her fingers, and Jon sighed at the feel of her tongue on his skin, then she was gone again. Sara stroked her hands along Jon’s feet, then she lifted one knee onto the mattress, between his feet as her hands moved them apart, allowing her to kneel on the bed. Tender fingers trailed up his thighs, toward his cock which was waiting for her touch, swollen hard in anticipation.
Sara brought one hand down inside Jon’s spread thighs, gently stroking his balls, then she moved away from between his legs, crawling up the bed to kiss him again. As Sara pulled away, she felt Jon raising his head, trying to keep contact with her, but she gave a soft, breathless giggle as she sat up, out of his reach.
“Patience, baby.”
She scratched her fingers through the soft, silvery fur on his chest, then caught him unawares when she dipped her head, licking across one taut nipple before nipping lightly with careful teeth. After a moment, her kisses moved on, dropping down across the plain of his belly, Jon squirming slightly as her hair tickled down over him, dragging behind her teasing mouth. He expected her to tease him further, to not touch his cock, but she out-thought him, surprising him when her hot tongue slid across the tip of him, drawing a groan from his throat.
Sara knelt between his legs again, spreading her hands on his pelvis to hold him still as her lips traced a path down his hard length, tongue flicking out to caress his balls as Jon groaned again. Smiling now, Sara drew her tongue up the underside of him, feeling the distended veins through his skin, until her lips pressed against the tip again.
Her hands were still pressing down on him, holding him from pushing against her, and Sara heard the long, drawn-out gasp as she gradually slid down, taking his cock deep in her mouth. Just as slowly, she raised her head and lowered it, then up again, sucking and licking against him, driving him higher, her fingertips on his lower belly feeling the tension, the impending explosion. Sara raised her head again, sucking just a little as she let him free of her mouth, then she moved away again, looking at him, seeing the strain in his arms as he rolled his head slightly, listening for her, trying to guess where she was now.
There was a shift of weight on the bed, and Jon could feel Sara, her knees either side of his waist, then he felt her hair tumble down around his head just before her lips met his. Another long, deliberate kiss, then as she moved back, Jon felt her fingers on the blindfold.
“Do you want this off?”
“No. Yes. No. I want to be inside you first.” Jon rasped, not even sure what he wanted, other than the last part. His cock was aching, and the soft fingers which closed around him didn’t help, particularly when Sara stroked her hand back and forth along him, tightening her grip, bringing him closer to the edge again.
“Sara……..please………” He groaned, biting down hard on his lip as he fought to hold back.
“Please what?” She teased, enjoying the sweetness of payback for the times he’d teased her.
“Please……make love to me, darlin’……and…..oh, sweet Jesus!” He lost the thread of what he was going to say as he felt Sara take the tip of him inside her heat, sliding down onto him achingly slowly. “Fuck.…” He gasped as he felt her around him, tight and wet and perfect.
“Is that what you want, baby?” Sara murmured, pressing against his shoulders as she raised herself then lowered onto him again.
“Yeah…….” he breathed “…..and take off this fuckin’ blindfold…….I gotta see you, Sara……..”
Her fingers slid up the sides of his head, under the scarf and flipped it off his head. Jon blinked a few times as his pupils contracted again after the period of darkness, then he focused on the face above him, Sara smiling as she moved on him again. She rocked her hips slowly, then when she heard the faint moan creeping into his breathing, she rose up onto her knees again, lifting herself off his swollen flesh.
“You damned tease…..” Jon panted, sorely tempted to pull his hands free of the restraints so he could grab Sara and force her back onto him.
“Me?” She smirked, poised on hands and knees above him, her legs touching his sides the only contact between them.
“You.” He confirmed, his voice slightly stronger as the dark shadows fell from his vision again, exerting control over himself with difficulty.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” Sara murmured, seeing him relax a little and bending forward to kiss his lips.
She slid further down the bed, her lips closing on one hard nipple as she let herself lean lower, her stomach brushing across Jon’s cock, feeling the wetness on the tip of him. She felt Jon lift his hips, rubbing himself up against her, groaning in frustration, and she reached down, circling her fingers around the hard shaft. Finally relenting, needing it as much as Jon did, Sara shifted again, holding him tightly as she pressed the distended head into herself, then releasing her grip as she slid down with a soft groan of her own.
“Kiss me.” Jon demanded, needing more from her, and Sara brought her mouth to his, feeling the strain in her hips as the shift pushed her thighs wider, her clit grinding hard against Jon with every roll of her pelvis.
Her intentions to delay were overtaken by her desire, and Sara bucked against Jon harder, feeling his cum shoot inside her just before her own orgasm ripped through her, forcing her to tear her mouth from his, crying out helplessly.
Jon was staring up at her blindly, breathing hard, then he slipped his hands free of his bonds, wrapping both arms around Sara as she slumped on top of him.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Chapter 146
At that time of the evening, the drive out to Jersey wasn’t too bad, though Sara did have to admit Jon had been right - as he fell deeper into sleep, Romeo did get heavier! Before they left the studio, Jon had called Dorothea, letting her know they were on their way, so as they pulled up to the house Sara saw the front door swing inward, light spilling onto the steps as a chunky black and tan dog trotted out to greet them.
Jon stopped the car and the kids piled out, except Romeo obviously, who was wrapped in Sara’s arms in such a way that she couldn’t even move to open her own door. As the older kids exited the car, Jon leaned across to press a quick kiss to Sara’s lips.
“I love you.” He whispered, then gave her that sparkling, infectious grin as he got out of the car, coming around the front to open her door.
Copper stopped him, demanding his attention for a moment, then Jon got the door open and reached in to take Romeo. Thankfully, he was now deep enough in slumber that he didn’t fuss, but just snuggled against his daddy’s warmth. Sara slipped from her seat to stand by the car, and Copper came across, curious to find out who this new person was. He sniffed at Sara’s hand, then when she reached to scratch behind his ear, he reflexively kicked with a hind leg, mimicking the scratch.
“You’ve got another fan.” Sara heard, and looked up to see Dot walking across.
“Oh. Hi. He’s sweet.” She gave the dog another pat, then straightened. “Nice to see you again. How are you?”
“I’m good, thanks, Sara. You?”
“Great. Tired, but great. It’s been a long day.”
“I’ll bet, trying to photograph these monsters.” Dot smiled, then watched Sara pat Copper again. “Yeah, Copper’s a great old boy. He misses Jon, but the kids spoil him, so he’s okay.”
Dorothea reached out and picked Romeo from Jon’s arms, then she told the other kids to say goodnight to their dad, since it was getting late for them being out there. The three of them hugged and kissed their dad, then hugged Sara and headed on indoors. Dot said goodbye, too, carrying Romeo into the house, Copper at her heel, the dog looking back at Jon in confusion until Jon waved him to go on inside.
“I like your dog.” Sara smiled at Jon.
“He likes you, too, babe. C’mon - let’s get outta here.”
Sara turned automatically toward the big car, but Jon stopped her.
“The Chevelle is in the garage - I drove her over, but there’s no way we’d have all fit in there, so I borrowed this one. This way.”
He led her around to a spacious garage, the blue and white car sitting waiting there. Jon asked Sara if she wanted to drive, but she shook her head.
“You drive. I’ll watch.”
Chuckling, Jon held the door for her, then jogged around and jumped in, starting the car and driving out of the garage and up the driveway. When he reached the road, he turned left, the opposite from the way they’d come in, confusing Sara.
“Where are we going? Isn’t this the wrong way?”
“Nope. I promised you dinner, remember? We’re going for the best cheeseburgers around.”
“Cheeseburgers? Y’know, a cheeseburger is just what I feel like eating!”
“Good. Not far from here - the kids love the place.”
Jon wasn’t wrong when he said it wasn’t far - only a few minutes passed before he pulled into the parking lot, Sara reading the sign which said ‘Barnacle Bills’. As Jon swung the Chevelle into a parking bay, Sara looked at the unimpressive building, wondering how on earth a rock star found a place like this!
They both got out of the car, and Jon took Sara’s hand to lead her to the building.
“Grog shop?” Sara asked, reading the words under the main name.
“Yeah. This place is one of the best kept secrets in Jersey.”
Jon opened the pale blue door and ushered Sara into the tiny vestibule, then led her onward again, into the main part of the building. The place wasn’t big, just a few dozen tables off to the right and a few more on the left, with views out over the marina. There was a u-shaped bar, and the bartender looked up as they entered, giving a friendly smile and nod to Jon, who grinned back.
“Want to sit by the window, or up at the bar?”
“Window. Damn, I should’ve brought my camera.”
“Okay, pick a table, darlin’. I’ll get some drinks.”
As they went down the few steps, and Sara headed left, Jon called after her.
“Babe - grab some peanuts, will ya? Just there.” He pointed to the hopper, and Sara obediently filled a wooden bowl with peanuts, carrying it across to a table.
Sara had just settled herself by the window when Jon brought across two glasses, a menu tucked under his arm.
“The cheeseburgers here are some of the best around.” He advised, handing over the menu. “Or they do great seafood, too.”
“Cheeseburger is fine for me.”
A waitress approached, greeting Jon familiarly and asking after the kids. She took their order and left them sitting alone, nibbling on peanuts and chatting while they waited for their food. When the burgers arrived, the peanuts were pushed to one side as they moved onto more substantial fare. Sara had to agree that the burger was one of the best she’d tasted, and the heap of fries that accompanied it were delicious, too. She finished her cheeseburger before starting on the fries, though, and Jon watched as she dipped fries into a bowl of barbecue sauce, licking the sauce before eating each one.
“Hussy.” He growled softly, and Sara looked across, her dancing eyes belying the innocent expression.
“What?” She sucked sauce from another fry as she looked at him, smirking just a little.
“Oh, you know what, darlin’. You know. We shoulda got this order to go.” His voice lowered further. “Because, right now, I just want to bend you over this table and……”
“Everything okay over here?” The waitress had returned without them noticing, and Sara blushed, hoping she hadn’t heard Jon.
“Everything’s great, thanks. As usual.” Jon answered, glancing up at the waitress politely.
“Well, anything you need, just yell.” She went off to check on other customers, and Jon turned back to Sara.
“Sorry - you were saying?” Sara smiled at him.
Jon just laughed, pushing her plate toward her. “Just eat, darlin’, or I’ll be showing you what I meant, not just telling you, public place or not.”
“And you call me a hussy! Wonder what the male version of ‘hussy’ would be?”
“Probably ‘Sambora’.” Jon grinned.
“Not any more. I must remember to call Linda tomorrow.”
“You could call her tonight.”
Sara looked at him through lowered lashes, smirking again. “I was kind of hoping I’d be too busy tonight.”
Grinning again, Jon just shook his head at her, and they finished off their meals, foregoing dessert in favour of getting back to somewhere private. Jon paid the bill and they headed on out to the Chevelle. Sara couldn’t help noticing that none of the other patrons really paid any attention to Jon - to them he was just another regular customer.
“I can see why you like this place.” She commented as they walked across the parking lot. “The food’s great, yeah, but you like being treated just like a normal guy, don’t you?”
“I am just a normal guy, darlin’. But, yeah, when I’m home, or out with the kids, I just don’t need the fuss. I won’t deny I enjoy some aspects of it, but it’s good to get back to being just Jon, just ‘dad’ - somewhere lower on the food chain than Copper. School runs and Little League - that’s why I’m there - just the chauffeur!”
“Well, chauffeur - take me home.”
Jon opened the door for her, half-bowing as she slid onto the leather seat, then closing the door gently before going around and climbing into his own seat.
“Where to, babe? Yours or mine?”
“Ummmm…….yours?”
As Jon drove off, he noticed Sara shiver slightly. “You cold, babe? Want me to put the roof up?”
“No - it’s fine. I like the roof down.”
They drove back to the city, Jon parking the Chevelle in the underground lot beneath the apartment building, a parking lot that Sara hadn’t even known existed until now. An elevator took them up to lobby level, then they walked around to the main elevator, riding that up to the apartment. When they arrived on Jon’s floor, Sara noticed a new addition to the marble foyer - a stylish old oak framed clock standing against one wall, a deep, hypnotic tick coming from each swing of the brass pendulum.
“That’s nice.”
“Yeah. I saw it when I furnished the apartment, but I couldn’t figure out where to put it. Then I remembered that this foyer is really part of the apartment, so I called and got them to bring it up.”
Jon unlocked the apartment and they went in, heading down to the kitchen and sitting room in search of drinks. After asking Jon what he wanted, Sara made a pot of coffee, and they took it across to the couch, slumping comfortably together as Jon turned on the TV.
Jon stopped the car and the kids piled out, except Romeo obviously, who was wrapped in Sara’s arms in such a way that she couldn’t even move to open her own door. As the older kids exited the car, Jon leaned across to press a quick kiss to Sara’s lips.
“I love you.” He whispered, then gave her that sparkling, infectious grin as he got out of the car, coming around the front to open her door.
Copper stopped him, demanding his attention for a moment, then Jon got the door open and reached in to take Romeo. Thankfully, he was now deep enough in slumber that he didn’t fuss, but just snuggled against his daddy’s warmth. Sara slipped from her seat to stand by the car, and Copper came across, curious to find out who this new person was. He sniffed at Sara’s hand, then when she reached to scratch behind his ear, he reflexively kicked with a hind leg, mimicking the scratch.
“You’ve got another fan.” Sara heard, and looked up to see Dot walking across.
“Oh. Hi. He’s sweet.” She gave the dog another pat, then straightened. “Nice to see you again. How are you?”
“I’m good, thanks, Sara. You?”
“Great. Tired, but great. It’s been a long day.”
“I’ll bet, trying to photograph these monsters.” Dot smiled, then watched Sara pat Copper again. “Yeah, Copper’s a great old boy. He misses Jon, but the kids spoil him, so he’s okay.”
Dorothea reached out and picked Romeo from Jon’s arms, then she told the other kids to say goodnight to their dad, since it was getting late for them being out there. The three of them hugged and kissed their dad, then hugged Sara and headed on indoors. Dot said goodbye, too, carrying Romeo into the house, Copper at her heel, the dog looking back at Jon in confusion until Jon waved him to go on inside.
“I like your dog.” Sara smiled at Jon.
“He likes you, too, babe. C’mon - let’s get outta here.”
Sara turned automatically toward the big car, but Jon stopped her.
“The Chevelle is in the garage - I drove her over, but there’s no way we’d have all fit in there, so I borrowed this one. This way.”
He led her around to a spacious garage, the blue and white car sitting waiting there. Jon asked Sara if she wanted to drive, but she shook her head.
“You drive. I’ll watch.”
Chuckling, Jon held the door for her, then jogged around and jumped in, starting the car and driving out of the garage and up the driveway. When he reached the road, he turned left, the opposite from the way they’d come in, confusing Sara.
“Where are we going? Isn’t this the wrong way?”
“Nope. I promised you dinner, remember? We’re going for the best cheeseburgers around.”
“Cheeseburgers? Y’know, a cheeseburger is just what I feel like eating!”
“Good. Not far from here - the kids love the place.”
Jon wasn’t wrong when he said it wasn’t far - only a few minutes passed before he pulled into the parking lot, Sara reading the sign which said ‘Barnacle Bills’. As Jon swung the Chevelle into a parking bay, Sara looked at the unimpressive building, wondering how on earth a rock star found a place like this!
They both got out of the car, and Jon took Sara’s hand to lead her to the building.
“Grog shop?” Sara asked, reading the words under the main name.
“Yeah. This place is one of the best kept secrets in Jersey.”
Jon opened the pale blue door and ushered Sara into the tiny vestibule, then led her onward again, into the main part of the building. The place wasn’t big, just a few dozen tables off to the right and a few more on the left, with views out over the marina. There was a u-shaped bar, and the bartender looked up as they entered, giving a friendly smile and nod to Jon, who grinned back.
“Want to sit by the window, or up at the bar?”
“Window. Damn, I should’ve brought my camera.”
“Okay, pick a table, darlin’. I’ll get some drinks.”
As they went down the few steps, and Sara headed left, Jon called after her.
“Babe - grab some peanuts, will ya? Just there.” He pointed to the hopper, and Sara obediently filled a wooden bowl with peanuts, carrying it across to a table.
Sara had just settled herself by the window when Jon brought across two glasses, a menu tucked under his arm.
“The cheeseburgers here are some of the best around.” He advised, handing over the menu. “Or they do great seafood, too.”
“Cheeseburger is fine for me.”
A waitress approached, greeting Jon familiarly and asking after the kids. She took their order and left them sitting alone, nibbling on peanuts and chatting while they waited for their food. When the burgers arrived, the peanuts were pushed to one side as they moved onto more substantial fare. Sara had to agree that the burger was one of the best she’d tasted, and the heap of fries that accompanied it were delicious, too. She finished her cheeseburger before starting on the fries, though, and Jon watched as she dipped fries into a bowl of barbecue sauce, licking the sauce before eating each one.
“Hussy.” He growled softly, and Sara looked across, her dancing eyes belying the innocent expression.
“What?” She sucked sauce from another fry as she looked at him, smirking just a little.
“Oh, you know what, darlin’. You know. We shoulda got this order to go.” His voice lowered further. “Because, right now, I just want to bend you over this table and……”
“Everything okay over here?” The waitress had returned without them noticing, and Sara blushed, hoping she hadn’t heard Jon.
“Everything’s great, thanks. As usual.” Jon answered, glancing up at the waitress politely.
“Well, anything you need, just yell.” She went off to check on other customers, and Jon turned back to Sara.
“Sorry - you were saying?” Sara smiled at him.
Jon just laughed, pushing her plate toward her. “Just eat, darlin’, or I’ll be showing you what I meant, not just telling you, public place or not.”
“And you call me a hussy! Wonder what the male version of ‘hussy’ would be?”
“Probably ‘Sambora’.” Jon grinned.
“Not any more. I must remember to call Linda tomorrow.”
“You could call her tonight.”
Sara looked at him through lowered lashes, smirking again. “I was kind of hoping I’d be too busy tonight.”
Grinning again, Jon just shook his head at her, and they finished off their meals, foregoing dessert in favour of getting back to somewhere private. Jon paid the bill and they headed on out to the Chevelle. Sara couldn’t help noticing that none of the other patrons really paid any attention to Jon - to them he was just another regular customer.
“I can see why you like this place.” She commented as they walked across the parking lot. “The food’s great, yeah, but you like being treated just like a normal guy, don’t you?”
“I am just a normal guy, darlin’. But, yeah, when I’m home, or out with the kids, I just don’t need the fuss. I won’t deny I enjoy some aspects of it, but it’s good to get back to being just Jon, just ‘dad’ - somewhere lower on the food chain than Copper. School runs and Little League - that’s why I’m there - just the chauffeur!”
“Well, chauffeur - take me home.”
Jon opened the door for her, half-bowing as she slid onto the leather seat, then closing the door gently before going around and climbing into his own seat.
“Where to, babe? Yours or mine?”
“Ummmm…….yours?”
As Jon drove off, he noticed Sara shiver slightly. “You cold, babe? Want me to put the roof up?”
“No - it’s fine. I like the roof down.”
They drove back to the city, Jon parking the Chevelle in the underground lot beneath the apartment building, a parking lot that Sara hadn’t even known existed until now. An elevator took them up to lobby level, then they walked around to the main elevator, riding that up to the apartment. When they arrived on Jon’s floor, Sara noticed a new addition to the marble foyer - a stylish old oak framed clock standing against one wall, a deep, hypnotic tick coming from each swing of the brass pendulum.
“That’s nice.”
“Yeah. I saw it when I furnished the apartment, but I couldn’t figure out where to put it. Then I remembered that this foyer is really part of the apartment, so I called and got them to bring it up.”
Jon unlocked the apartment and they went in, heading down to the kitchen and sitting room in search of drinks. After asking Jon what he wanted, Sara made a pot of coffee, and they took it across to the couch, slumping comfortably together as Jon turned on the TV.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Chapter 145
“What kind of photos did you want?” Sara asked as Jon stepped up behind her.
“You’re the expert, baby. You tell me.”
Sara rolled her eyes. “Oh, you’re a lot of help.” She hefted Romeo higher on her hip as she thought, Jon hiding a smile as he watched her, watched the unconscious way she knew what to do with the little boy. “Why don’t we do some sort of formal ones - y’know, posed all together, and I’ll do some of the kids individually - then you and kids can just relax and I’ll see what else I can get. More candid stuff.”
“Sounds good. Get the posed stuff done before they get bored, huh?”
“Something like that. Just don’t mention the candid stuff to the kids - it’s harder to catch them unawares.”
“Whatever you say, ma’am.”
“Oh, pllllttt!” Sara blew an unladylike raspberry at Jon, collapsing into giggles when Romeo immediately copied her.
They went across to find the rest of the kids, who were all over by the long window, gazing outside, but turning around when they heard the adults approaching.
“What’s up, guys?”
“Nothing. We were just watching the dog.”
“What dog?” Jon stepped up to look outside, seeing an elderly dog eating from a bowl of kibble out on the waste ground.
“He’s just an old stray.” Sara said softly as she looked out with a smile. “I put out food for him every couple of days, help him out a little. I did try to get him to come to me, but he’s very timid.”
“And you’re just a soft touch for strays, huh?”
“I guess so. Strays and wounded puppies.” Sara’s eyes dimmed for a moment as she remembered how that was just the way she’d thought of Jon, the night Dot had told him about her new guy, then she forced the memory away, smiling brightly again. “So - we going to take some photos, guys?”
The three older kids nodded and said yes, while Romeo laughed excitedly, still holding tight to Sara’s shirt. She led them all over to the main area, getting them all posed together as naturally as possible, then she tried to hand Romeo back to his daddy. The little guy looked horrified that she was trying to put him down, but Sara whispered to him, asking him to be good, and he giggled again as she put him into Jon’s arms.
“You’ve certainly got a way with him.” Jon smiled, and Sara shook her head slightly.
“Same mental age, that’s all.”
She gathered up a camera and got to work, changing their positions once or twice until she had enough photos to work with. Rather than ask the kids to stand there alone, making them nervous and shy, Sara took some closeups of each of them without telling them, just letting them assume she was still doing group shots.
“I think that’ll do.” She finally said, moving to field Romeo as he toddled toward the edge of the backdrop. “Who wants a drink?”
Everybody did, so Sara waved them across to the couch as she headed for the kitchen. Stephanie followed her, and Jon grinned as he watched his daughter disappear into the kitchen to help Sara. Between them, they brought through juice for all the kids and a pile of cookies and snacks. As Steph sat down with her brothers, Sara asked Jon if he wanted juice or coffee.
“Coffee, thanks.”
“Okay. Be ready in a minute. Guys - just dig in - if you don’t eat those cookies, I’ll have to eat them all myself.”
She headed back for the kitchen, pouring coffee as she listened to the noise level increase as the kids relaxed and started to mess around. As usual, she’d slipped her shoes off while she was working, and she was able to pad silently through, catching a photo of a laughing Jon holding the last of the white chocolate cookies out of reach as his boys climbed on top of him, trying to steal it. Stephanie was holding Romeo, and Sara was struck - not for the first time - by how much she looked like her mother. Sara took more photos as she approached, walking up behind Jon and taking the cookie out of his hand while he was still play-fighting with his sons.
“Hey!” He yelled as she stole the cookie, looking up at her, and Sara snapped a photo of his expression, catching the two kids as they looked up, too.
Sara broke the cookie in half, handing a piece to each of the boys, who grinned at her as they climbed off Jon with their prize.
“What about me?” Jon complained.
“I’ll buy more tomorrow.” Sara sighed with a smile. “Drat! I forgot the coffee. Back in a minute.”
She laid her camera on the table, safely in the middle so it couldn’t be knocked off, and went back to the kitchen, bringing through two mugs of coffee. Handing one to Jon, she looked at the couch, which was filled with kids, then just perched on the arm of Jon’s chair to drink her coffee.
“Can I take a photo of you and dad?” Stephanie asked suddenly.
Sara started to say how she hated having her photo taken, but Jon spoke first.
“Sure, Stephy.” He glanced up at Sara. “Okay with you?”
Seeing the look on his face, Sara suddenly realised what a big thing it was, that Steph was accepting her enough to want to see her with Jon, and as that sank in, she nodded.
“Sure. Steph - if you just flip the wheel around to ‘auto’, it’ll work everything out for you.”
Stephanie carefully picked up the camera from the table, studying the controls for a moment, then changing the setting as Sara had instructed. She took a couple of photos, then squinted across at Jon and Sara.
“You need to move in.” She decided, and Jon shifted to the side of the chair, closer to Sara, sliding his arm around her waist.
“Better?”
“Mmmm. Sara - put your arm around dad.”
Hardly able to believe how relaxed Stephanie seemed to be about her dad’s new girlfriend, Sara did as she was told, and they hugged close as Steph took another photo before laying the camera down again with a smile.
“I may as well load these up while the camera’s still switched on.” Sara said, and Jon squeezed his arm around her for a moment before letting go.
Sara collected the camera and took it across to her computer, hooking it up and downloading the photos. While she was reviewing them, Stephanie came across, soon followed by Jon, and between the three of them they chose some photos to print for closer inspection. The printer started to draw paper through, then Jon glanced at his watch and winced.
“Uh, babe - it’s getting kinda late - the kids have school tomorrow.”
Looking at her own watch, Sara saw it was, unbelievably, almost eight thirty, which meant the kids weren’t likely to be home much before nine thirty.
“Well, I can get a cab home, or I can just leave these to print.”
“Just leave them. Come with us, and you can show me the photos tomorrow.”
Leaving the computer, they turned back to the couch, finding the two older boys still finishing off the cookies while Romeo had succumbed to tiredness and was fast asleep on the couch. The kids got their coats back on as Jon carefully but skilfully manoeuvred Romeo back into his coat, the little guy grumbling in his sleep at being disturbed.
“Everybody got everything?” He asked, and the kids all said yes, so he carried his youngest son over to the door.
Sara switched off the lights and locked up as the others headed downstairs, then she caught up to them at the car. Jon was trying unsuccessfully to put Romeo in a seat, and she laid a hand on his sleeve.
“Do you want me to just hold him? Is that okay?”
“He gets heavy after a while.” Jon warned her, but Sara just smiled and climbed into the front seat, holding out her arms for the boy.
The moment he felt himself folded into her arms again, perhaps lulled by the familiar scent of her perfume, Romeo relaxed back into sleep, and Jon was grinning as he walked around the front to get into his own seat.
“You’re the expert, baby. You tell me.”
Sara rolled her eyes. “Oh, you’re a lot of help.” She hefted Romeo higher on her hip as she thought, Jon hiding a smile as he watched her, watched the unconscious way she knew what to do with the little boy. “Why don’t we do some sort of formal ones - y’know, posed all together, and I’ll do some of the kids individually - then you and kids can just relax and I’ll see what else I can get. More candid stuff.”
“Sounds good. Get the posed stuff done before they get bored, huh?”
“Something like that. Just don’t mention the candid stuff to the kids - it’s harder to catch them unawares.”
“Whatever you say, ma’am.”
“Oh, pllllttt!” Sara blew an unladylike raspberry at Jon, collapsing into giggles when Romeo immediately copied her.
They went across to find the rest of the kids, who were all over by the long window, gazing outside, but turning around when they heard the adults approaching.
“What’s up, guys?”
“Nothing. We were just watching the dog.”
“What dog?” Jon stepped up to look outside, seeing an elderly dog eating from a bowl of kibble out on the waste ground.
“He’s just an old stray.” Sara said softly as she looked out with a smile. “I put out food for him every couple of days, help him out a little. I did try to get him to come to me, but he’s very timid.”
“And you’re just a soft touch for strays, huh?”
“I guess so. Strays and wounded puppies.” Sara’s eyes dimmed for a moment as she remembered how that was just the way she’d thought of Jon, the night Dot had told him about her new guy, then she forced the memory away, smiling brightly again. “So - we going to take some photos, guys?”
The three older kids nodded and said yes, while Romeo laughed excitedly, still holding tight to Sara’s shirt. She led them all over to the main area, getting them all posed together as naturally as possible, then she tried to hand Romeo back to his daddy. The little guy looked horrified that she was trying to put him down, but Sara whispered to him, asking him to be good, and he giggled again as she put him into Jon’s arms.
“You’ve certainly got a way with him.” Jon smiled, and Sara shook her head slightly.
“Same mental age, that’s all.”
She gathered up a camera and got to work, changing their positions once or twice until she had enough photos to work with. Rather than ask the kids to stand there alone, making them nervous and shy, Sara took some closeups of each of them without telling them, just letting them assume she was still doing group shots.
“I think that’ll do.” She finally said, moving to field Romeo as he toddled toward the edge of the backdrop. “Who wants a drink?”
Everybody did, so Sara waved them across to the couch as she headed for the kitchen. Stephanie followed her, and Jon grinned as he watched his daughter disappear into the kitchen to help Sara. Between them, they brought through juice for all the kids and a pile of cookies and snacks. As Steph sat down with her brothers, Sara asked Jon if he wanted juice or coffee.
“Coffee, thanks.”
“Okay. Be ready in a minute. Guys - just dig in - if you don’t eat those cookies, I’ll have to eat them all myself.”
She headed back for the kitchen, pouring coffee as she listened to the noise level increase as the kids relaxed and started to mess around. As usual, she’d slipped her shoes off while she was working, and she was able to pad silently through, catching a photo of a laughing Jon holding the last of the white chocolate cookies out of reach as his boys climbed on top of him, trying to steal it. Stephanie was holding Romeo, and Sara was struck - not for the first time - by how much she looked like her mother. Sara took more photos as she approached, walking up behind Jon and taking the cookie out of his hand while he was still play-fighting with his sons.
“Hey!” He yelled as she stole the cookie, looking up at her, and Sara snapped a photo of his expression, catching the two kids as they looked up, too.
Sara broke the cookie in half, handing a piece to each of the boys, who grinned at her as they climbed off Jon with their prize.
“What about me?” Jon complained.
“I’ll buy more tomorrow.” Sara sighed with a smile. “Drat! I forgot the coffee. Back in a minute.”
She laid her camera on the table, safely in the middle so it couldn’t be knocked off, and went back to the kitchen, bringing through two mugs of coffee. Handing one to Jon, she looked at the couch, which was filled with kids, then just perched on the arm of Jon’s chair to drink her coffee.
“Can I take a photo of you and dad?” Stephanie asked suddenly.
Sara started to say how she hated having her photo taken, but Jon spoke first.
“Sure, Stephy.” He glanced up at Sara. “Okay with you?”
Seeing the look on his face, Sara suddenly realised what a big thing it was, that Steph was accepting her enough to want to see her with Jon, and as that sank in, she nodded.
“Sure. Steph - if you just flip the wheel around to ‘auto’, it’ll work everything out for you.”
Stephanie carefully picked up the camera from the table, studying the controls for a moment, then changing the setting as Sara had instructed. She took a couple of photos, then squinted across at Jon and Sara.
“You need to move in.” She decided, and Jon shifted to the side of the chair, closer to Sara, sliding his arm around her waist.
“Better?”
“Mmmm. Sara - put your arm around dad.”
Hardly able to believe how relaxed Stephanie seemed to be about her dad’s new girlfriend, Sara did as she was told, and they hugged close as Steph took another photo before laying the camera down again with a smile.
“I may as well load these up while the camera’s still switched on.” Sara said, and Jon squeezed his arm around her for a moment before letting go.
Sara collected the camera and took it across to her computer, hooking it up and downloading the photos. While she was reviewing them, Stephanie came across, soon followed by Jon, and between the three of them they chose some photos to print for closer inspection. The printer started to draw paper through, then Jon glanced at his watch and winced.
“Uh, babe - it’s getting kinda late - the kids have school tomorrow.”
Looking at her own watch, Sara saw it was, unbelievably, almost eight thirty, which meant the kids weren’t likely to be home much before nine thirty.
“Well, I can get a cab home, or I can just leave these to print.”
“Just leave them. Come with us, and you can show me the photos tomorrow.”
Leaving the computer, they turned back to the couch, finding the two older boys still finishing off the cookies while Romeo had succumbed to tiredness and was fast asleep on the couch. The kids got their coats back on as Jon carefully but skilfully manoeuvred Romeo back into his coat, the little guy grumbling in his sleep at being disturbed.
“Everybody got everything?” He asked, and the kids all said yes, so he carried his youngest son over to the door.
Sara switched off the lights and locked up as the others headed downstairs, then she caught up to them at the car. Jon was trying unsuccessfully to put Romeo in a seat, and she laid a hand on his sleeve.
“Do you want me to just hold him? Is that okay?”
“He gets heavy after a while.” Jon warned her, but Sara just smiled and climbed into the front seat, holding out her arms for the boy.
The moment he felt himself folded into her arms again, perhaps lulled by the familiar scent of her perfume, Romeo relaxed back into sleep, and Jon was grinning as he walked around the front to get into his own seat.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Chapter 144
Sara melted into Jon’s embrace, his muscled arms holding her tightly as they kissed, and she could feel the heat of his body through his sweats. The hard peak of his cap bumped against her, and she flicked it off his head with one hand, sliding her fingers into his hair.
“So, what brought you all the way out here?” Sara asked eventually.
“A cab.” Jon joked, and Sara slapped his shoulder.
“Smart ass. Okay, why have you come all the way out here?”
“I missed you, and I wanted to see you before I saw you with the kids.” Jon’s tone was distracted as his fingertips trailed across her breast. “I’d gone out for a run, and I was just thinking of heading back when I saw a cab. Seemed like a good idea to me.”
“It was…….” Sara breathed as Jon gently tugged on her nipple.
He dropped his head, kissing her breast, then pulled back as something caught his attention. On the underside of Sara’s breast, there was a fading bruise, and he stroked a finger over it.
“What happened?” He asked.
“Hmmm?” Sara looked down, then smirked at him. “Yeah. I meant to mention that. You happened, rockstar. You did that - you gave me a damned hickey! I’m just glad it’s there, and not where anybody would see it.”
“Oh. In Florida, right? I remember now.” And he did remember. He also remembered what Sara had been doing while he was giving her the hickey, the memory turning him on almost as much as actually watching her had.
“You’re wearing too much.” Sara muttered, tugging his top off, immediately pressing her mouth to his chest, her teeth tugging on his nipple as one hand slid up his thigh, finding the growing hardness she expected.
She brought her hand onto his stomach, sliding it down behind the waist of his pants, wrapping her fingers around the hard, hot shaft as she moved her mouth to his other nipple, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. Jon tore himself away from her, off the bed long enough to lose his shoes and pants, Sara pulling her thong off and dropping it as she moved further onto the bed, making space for Jon.
“Missed you so bad.” Jon whispered, one hand caressing her body.
“You’re talking too much.” Sara complained, reaching to squeeze her hand on him again, and Jon’s hand swept down between her thighs, pushing her legs apart as he felt how much she wanted him.
Without any more delay - feeling like he had to get inside her before he just came in her hand - Jon rolled onto Sara, sliding deep inside, both of them groaning at the feeling.
“You feel so good.” Jon said, dropping a light kiss to her lips as Sara smiled.
“So do you. Oh, God, so do you. I’ve missed you, Jonny.”
They moved together leisurely, Jon driving slow and deep with every stroke, Sara tugging his head down so they could kiss, and she moaned as the coarse hair at the base of Jon’s cock ground against her clit.
“I love you.” She whispered in his ear, and Jon grinned.
“I love you, too.”
Tenderly, they made love, the pace suited to the morning, gentle touches and long kisses instead of the wild, pounding passion of other times, until they were lying together on the mattress, sweaty and drowsy in a post-orgasmic haze. Sara was cuddled against Jon, lying half on the mattress, half on him, one leg between his as they kissed again, Jon running a soothing hand up her back.
“I’m glad you decided to come visit.”
“Me, too. At least this way, maybe - just maybe - I won’t spend the entire time tonight trying not to think what I want to do to you when I get you alone.”
Sara sighed contentedly, then her pleasant doze was shattered by her alarm clock, both of them starting violently at the noise. She rolled further onto Jon so she could reach the table, slapping the clock so it stopped beeping. When she tried to move, though, Jon’s hands spread on her buttocks, holding her on top of him with a grin.
“Why don’t you just stay there?”
“I’d love to, really, but I have to go get in the shower.”
“Guess I could join you - since I didn’t go home after my run, I haven’t showered yet.”
“You haven’t shaved either.” Sara observed, running her fingernail down his jaw, listening to the rasp of the stubble.
“I know………you’ll be all stubble burn darlin’. Sorry.”
“S’okay. I like it when you’re rough………..I mean scruffy!”
“You mean both.” Jon said smugly, pulling her harder against him before releasing her. “Okay. Come on. Shower!”
Sara groaned, but rolled off Jon, landing on her feet by the bed. When she heard Jon chuckle, she spun around.
“Yeah - I know! I’ve tried and tried, but that ink just won’t go!”
Jon leaned forward and pressed his lips against the faded, but still legible, signature on her butt.
“Told you you were mine.”
Laughing, Sara pulled free of him and headed for the shower, Jon joining her a few minutes later. As they soaped each other up, Jon remembered something he’d meant to tell her.
“I called Richie earlier.”
“Mmmm? How is he? Missing Linda?”
“Nope.”
“No?!”
“No. She’s there already.”
“Really? How did she manage that so fast?”
“According to Rich, her company was looking for voluntary lay-offs, so she took that, and one of her friends is renting her house for now.”
“So has she left her cats and dog at the house?”
“Nah. Richie chartered a plane to bring her, and her stuff, and her animals, and she arrived yesterday.”
“You know - you two are so similar.” Sara said, squinting through bubbles as Jon rubbed shampoo into her hair.
“How so?”
“Well, you both know how to use your money to get what you want. Richie wanted Linda, and he got her.”
“And me?” Jon grinned down at her. “What did I want?”
“Your apartment.” Sara replied, keeping her eyes on his chest as she rubbed foam into his skin.
“I wanted you, too.” He caught her hands, pressing her palms to his chest. “Did I get you?”
Now she did look up, brown eyes sparkling. “You know you did.”
Jon smiled down on her, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he slid his hands across her soapy skin, hugging her tight against him without another word. They stood like that for a moment only, then Sara pulled back.
“I have to go!” She said, her voice edging toward a whine, betraying how much she wanted to stay with him.
“Yeah, me too.”
They quickly finished rinsing off and stepped out of the shower, Sara heading for the bedroom with a grateful smile as Jon offered to go start the coffee. Minutes later, they passed each other in the hallway, Sara dressed already, with her hair scraped into a knot. When they were both ready, they stood in the kitchen while they drank a quick mug of coffee, then Sara dumped her mug in the sink.
“I have to leave, babe.” She apologised. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all. You go - I’ll lock up and see you this evening.”
A fast, hard goodbye kiss, then Sara was out of the house and into her car. Jon called for a cab, then switched off the coffee machine before leaving the house, the cab getting him back to the apartment just before nine. Upstairs, he showered again and dressed for his meeting, heading out to another round of negotiations on the Soul Foundation, trying to coax sponsorship from other sources.
Later, in the afternoon, he went out to the big house where he spent a few minutes chatting with Dot while the kids got ready, then he piled the four of them into the big car and headed off down the driveway. As he drove to the main road, he called Sara’s studio, forewarning her that they were on their way, then laid his phone down as he tried to concentrate on the road while mediating an argument between Jesse and Jake.
“Guys!” He finally said loudly, not quite a yell, but close enough. “Come on, now. Can you at least sort this out after you’ve seen Sara? Please?”
Stephanie spoke to the two boys in a harsh whisper, and Jon couldn’t hear what she said, but he saw the boys’ faces as she spoke, then they both nodded solemnly before sitting quietly for the rest of the ride. Jon looked in the rearview mirror, catching Steph’s eye, and she smiled back when he grinned gratefully at her.
They arrived at the studio without any more arguments, and Jon parked up before leading them upstairs, though he carried Romeo for the sake of speed.
“Which floor?” Steph called as they pulled ahead of their dad.
“Next one.” He called back, then spoke quieter to Romeo. “You be a good boy for Sara now, y’hear? You like Sara, don’t you?”
Romeo just grinned around slobbery fingers as Jon heard Sara speaking on the floor above, greeting the kids. When he arrived at the door, Sara was waiting, the kids already inside making themselves at home. Jon leaned in to kiss Sara briefly, getting knocked into second place after a moment by an impatient toddler grabbing for Sara. Laughing, she held out her hands jokingly, and he squirmed and struggled until Jon gave up and handed him over. Romeo immediately calmed down, hooking his fingers into Sara’s shirt as he looked back at his daddy.
“My boy has good taste.” Jon grinned.
“Come on in.” Sara said softly, turning to walk inside the studio, to find the other kids.
As he followed, closing the door, Jon couldn’t help but smile at Sara holding Romeo. It just looked so natural for her, even though she professed to have no experience with kids, and Jon knew well enough that Romeo wasn’t an easy kid - it had taken months to find a nanny that he’d actually stay with without major tantrums. Faintly, he could hear Sara talking soft nonsense to the toddler, who was giggling and grinning the whole time.
“So, what brought you all the way out here?” Sara asked eventually.
“A cab.” Jon joked, and Sara slapped his shoulder.
“Smart ass. Okay, why have you come all the way out here?”
“I missed you, and I wanted to see you before I saw you with the kids.” Jon’s tone was distracted as his fingertips trailed across her breast. “I’d gone out for a run, and I was just thinking of heading back when I saw a cab. Seemed like a good idea to me.”
“It was…….” Sara breathed as Jon gently tugged on her nipple.
He dropped his head, kissing her breast, then pulled back as something caught his attention. On the underside of Sara’s breast, there was a fading bruise, and he stroked a finger over it.
“What happened?” He asked.
“Hmmm?” Sara looked down, then smirked at him. “Yeah. I meant to mention that. You happened, rockstar. You did that - you gave me a damned hickey! I’m just glad it’s there, and not where anybody would see it.”
“Oh. In Florida, right? I remember now.” And he did remember. He also remembered what Sara had been doing while he was giving her the hickey, the memory turning him on almost as much as actually watching her had.
“You’re wearing too much.” Sara muttered, tugging his top off, immediately pressing her mouth to his chest, her teeth tugging on his nipple as one hand slid up his thigh, finding the growing hardness she expected.
She brought her hand onto his stomach, sliding it down behind the waist of his pants, wrapping her fingers around the hard, hot shaft as she moved her mouth to his other nipple, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. Jon tore himself away from her, off the bed long enough to lose his shoes and pants, Sara pulling her thong off and dropping it as she moved further onto the bed, making space for Jon.
“Missed you so bad.” Jon whispered, one hand caressing her body.
“You’re talking too much.” Sara complained, reaching to squeeze her hand on him again, and Jon’s hand swept down between her thighs, pushing her legs apart as he felt how much she wanted him.
Without any more delay - feeling like he had to get inside her before he just came in her hand - Jon rolled onto Sara, sliding deep inside, both of them groaning at the feeling.
“You feel so good.” Jon said, dropping a light kiss to her lips as Sara smiled.
“So do you. Oh, God, so do you. I’ve missed you, Jonny.”
They moved together leisurely, Jon driving slow and deep with every stroke, Sara tugging his head down so they could kiss, and she moaned as the coarse hair at the base of Jon’s cock ground against her clit.
“I love you.” She whispered in his ear, and Jon grinned.
“I love you, too.”
Tenderly, they made love, the pace suited to the morning, gentle touches and long kisses instead of the wild, pounding passion of other times, until they were lying together on the mattress, sweaty and drowsy in a post-orgasmic haze. Sara was cuddled against Jon, lying half on the mattress, half on him, one leg between his as they kissed again, Jon running a soothing hand up her back.
“I’m glad you decided to come visit.”
“Me, too. At least this way, maybe - just maybe - I won’t spend the entire time tonight trying not to think what I want to do to you when I get you alone.”
Sara sighed contentedly, then her pleasant doze was shattered by her alarm clock, both of them starting violently at the noise. She rolled further onto Jon so she could reach the table, slapping the clock so it stopped beeping. When she tried to move, though, Jon’s hands spread on her buttocks, holding her on top of him with a grin.
“Why don’t you just stay there?”
“I’d love to, really, but I have to go get in the shower.”
“Guess I could join you - since I didn’t go home after my run, I haven’t showered yet.”
“You haven’t shaved either.” Sara observed, running her fingernail down his jaw, listening to the rasp of the stubble.
“I know………you’ll be all stubble burn darlin’. Sorry.”
“S’okay. I like it when you’re rough………..I mean scruffy!”
“You mean both.” Jon said smugly, pulling her harder against him before releasing her. “Okay. Come on. Shower!”
Sara groaned, but rolled off Jon, landing on her feet by the bed. When she heard Jon chuckle, she spun around.
“Yeah - I know! I’ve tried and tried, but that ink just won’t go!”
Jon leaned forward and pressed his lips against the faded, but still legible, signature on her butt.
“Told you you were mine.”
Laughing, Sara pulled free of him and headed for the shower, Jon joining her a few minutes later. As they soaped each other up, Jon remembered something he’d meant to tell her.
“I called Richie earlier.”
“Mmmm? How is he? Missing Linda?”
“Nope.”
“No?!”
“No. She’s there already.”
“Really? How did she manage that so fast?”
“According to Rich, her company was looking for voluntary lay-offs, so she took that, and one of her friends is renting her house for now.”
“So has she left her cats and dog at the house?”
“Nah. Richie chartered a plane to bring her, and her stuff, and her animals, and she arrived yesterday.”
“You know - you two are so similar.” Sara said, squinting through bubbles as Jon rubbed shampoo into her hair.
“How so?”
“Well, you both know how to use your money to get what you want. Richie wanted Linda, and he got her.”
“And me?” Jon grinned down at her. “What did I want?”
“Your apartment.” Sara replied, keeping her eyes on his chest as she rubbed foam into his skin.
“I wanted you, too.” He caught her hands, pressing her palms to his chest. “Did I get you?”
Now she did look up, brown eyes sparkling. “You know you did.”
Jon smiled down on her, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he slid his hands across her soapy skin, hugging her tight against him without another word. They stood like that for a moment only, then Sara pulled back.
“I have to go!” She said, her voice edging toward a whine, betraying how much she wanted to stay with him.
“Yeah, me too.”
They quickly finished rinsing off and stepped out of the shower, Sara heading for the bedroom with a grateful smile as Jon offered to go start the coffee. Minutes later, they passed each other in the hallway, Sara dressed already, with her hair scraped into a knot. When they were both ready, they stood in the kitchen while they drank a quick mug of coffee, then Sara dumped her mug in the sink.
“I have to leave, babe.” She apologised. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all. You go - I’ll lock up and see you this evening.”
A fast, hard goodbye kiss, then Sara was out of the house and into her car. Jon called for a cab, then switched off the coffee machine before leaving the house, the cab getting him back to the apartment just before nine. Upstairs, he showered again and dressed for his meeting, heading out to another round of negotiations on the Soul Foundation, trying to coax sponsorship from other sources.
Later, in the afternoon, he went out to the big house where he spent a few minutes chatting with Dot while the kids got ready, then he piled the four of them into the big car and headed off down the driveway. As he drove to the main road, he called Sara’s studio, forewarning her that they were on their way, then laid his phone down as he tried to concentrate on the road while mediating an argument between Jesse and Jake.
“Guys!” He finally said loudly, not quite a yell, but close enough. “Come on, now. Can you at least sort this out after you’ve seen Sara? Please?”
Stephanie spoke to the two boys in a harsh whisper, and Jon couldn’t hear what she said, but he saw the boys’ faces as she spoke, then they both nodded solemnly before sitting quietly for the rest of the ride. Jon looked in the rearview mirror, catching Steph’s eye, and she smiled back when he grinned gratefully at her.
They arrived at the studio without any more arguments, and Jon parked up before leading them upstairs, though he carried Romeo for the sake of speed.
“Which floor?” Steph called as they pulled ahead of their dad.
“Next one.” He called back, then spoke quieter to Romeo. “You be a good boy for Sara now, y’hear? You like Sara, don’t you?”
Romeo just grinned around slobbery fingers as Jon heard Sara speaking on the floor above, greeting the kids. When he arrived at the door, Sara was waiting, the kids already inside making themselves at home. Jon leaned in to kiss Sara briefly, getting knocked into second place after a moment by an impatient toddler grabbing for Sara. Laughing, she held out her hands jokingly, and he squirmed and struggled until Jon gave up and handed him over. Romeo immediately calmed down, hooking his fingers into Sara’s shirt as he looked back at his daddy.
“My boy has good taste.” Jon grinned.
“Come on in.” Sara said softly, turning to walk inside the studio, to find the other kids.
As he followed, closing the door, Jon couldn’t help but smile at Sara holding Romeo. It just looked so natural for her, even though she professed to have no experience with kids, and Jon knew well enough that Romeo wasn’t an easy kid - it had taken months to find a nanny that he’d actually stay with without major tantrums. Faintly, he could hear Sara talking soft nonsense to the toddler, who was giggling and grinning the whole time.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Chapter 143
Bending his head low again, Jon tenderly sucked on her nipple, feeling her tighten again around his cock as her body reacted. He raised his head, reluctantly sliding out of her, and standing looking down on her, naked and beautiful on his desk. Stroking a hand down her stomach, Jon stepped back, ready to help her to her feet again.
“So is that everything signed?” Sara asked softly, and Jon gave a wicked grin which should’ve warned her of his intentions.
“Just about. One more thing.”
Before she could move, Jon had grabbed a magic marker from his desk, and he uncapped it with his teeth as he flipped her onto her stomach.
“Jon! What the…..?”
Sara squeaked in surprise as she felt him pin her, holding her still, then she felt the cold touch of the ink on her ass as Jon signed his name.
“You didn’t!” She yelped, hearing Jon’s laugh confirm what she thought.
“Damn right I did. You’re mine, darlin’.”
Twisting as far as she could, Sara could just see the edge of the black signature across her butt, and she dropped her forehead to the desk with a helpless giggle.
“I don’t believe you just did that! You autographed my ass?”
“No. I signed it, baby.” Jon pulled her to her feet, turning her to face him. “That’s my real name on there. The one I use on all the important stuff.”
“You’re crazy.” Sara saw the marker in his hand and blanched. “A magic marker? You used a permanent marker? How the hell do I get that off?”
“It’ll wash off.” Jon laughed as she stared at him. “Well, eventually.”
Muttering dire - and only half-joking - threats, Sara walked across to the couch for her clothes, unable to stifle a giggle when she heard Jon laugh, watching her walk away with his name emblazoned across her. She quickly dressed again, then turned to face Jon.
“After that, you’d better buy me a good lunch, mister.”
Still laughing, Jon grabbed the pile of paperwork and walked across, kissing her contritely.
“Forgive me?” He whispered. “I just couldn’t resist.”
“I’ll think about it.” Sara grinned, unlocking the door again.
In the outer office, they found that Jon’s secretary, Sue, had returned, and Jon dumped the paperwork with her before introducing Sara. The penetrating look the older woman gave Sara was lost on Jon - like most guys the silent communication between women passed straight over his head - but the two women shook hands amicably enough before Jon and Sara left the office.
Jon led Sara just a few blocks to a tiny, nondescript Chinese restaurant, and the owner treated his rockstar customer like any other regular. Sara could see how much it pleased Jon, to be treated like a normal person, and when the food arrived she discovered why he obviously ate here often. As he scooped more duck onto a pancake, Jon told Sara that he’d confirmed with Dot, and he’d bring the kids over Thursday evening.
“I just realised.” Sara said. “I probably won’t even see you until then - I’m going to be so tied up with this shoot the next few days.”
“Really? Shit. I’ll miss you. I do have a few meetings and interviews lined up, though, so I don’t know what kind of company I’d be anyway.”
“Well.” Sara smirked. “I guess I’ll just have to call so you can talk dirty to me.”
“That works for me. Hey - I got an idea. If I bring the kids over Thursday, why don’t you ride back to the house with us, then we can go for a late dinner somewhere. You can meet the third most important thing in my life, after you and the kids.”
“What? I’ve already met your Chevelle.” Sara joked, surprised to hear Jon mention her before his kids.
“Not her. Copper. My dog, Copper.”
“Okay. I love dogs.”
Jon’s cellphone rang, and he made a face as he listened to the caller, sighing heavily as he switched the phone off again.
“Babe - I have to go back to the office. Apparently I signed some documents in the wrong place, and they have to go in the mail tonight.”
“What? Were you distracted or something?” Sara smirked, and Jon gave a lazy grin.
“You could say that. Do you want to come back with me, maybe head over to the apartment?”
Sara hesitated, then shook her head. “I should go back to the studio. Paul and I never really finished setting up for tomorrow. I have to check what he’s done - his vision’s a little off - he has a black eye.”
“Really? What……oh, no way! They caught him?”
“Yep. He didn’t say which one did it, but when he went to see Carrie, Tina was there too. I guess his Casanova days are over.”
They finished their meal and left the restaurant, forced to keep their goodbye chaste as they parted on the street, Jon holding open the cab door while Sara climbed in.
“I’ll see you Thursday.” He promised, and Sara smiled back at him.
“That you will. I’ll call you, though!”
“D’you need me to sign anything else before you go?” Jon smirked at her, and Sara flushed red.
“NO! Get back to work - I’m sure you can think up an explanation for Sue on why you got everything wrong.”
“Yeah.” Jon grinned as he slammed the door. “I’ll just tell her the truth.”
He laughed at the horrified look on Sara’s face, kissing his fingertips and waving them at her as he walked away fast. The cabbie glanced up into his mirror as he asked Sara ‘where to?’, and she gave him the studio address distractedly, hoping that Jon was kidding. Surely he wouldn’t tell his secretary what had been going on?
The next couple of days were almost more difficult for them than when they’d been thousands of miles apart, since it was feasible for one of them to go see the other, just not exactly practical when they were both so busy. Their phone conversations became steadily smuttier as the separation piqued their appetites for each other, until on one occasion Sara remarked that a lot of guys had to pay for someone to talk that dirty to them.
“You’re right.” Jon agreed. “But just think of the fun we’re gonna have next time we get together.”
“Uh-huh.” Sara said sarcastically. “Next time we see each other, honey, your kids will be there. I don’t think we’ll be getting up to much around them.”
“Damn. I forgot about that.” He glanced at his watch. “Listen, darlin’, I gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow evening though - at the studio.”
“You sure will. Bye Jon.”
Jon dropped his phone onto the desk, grinning as he ran his hand over the smooth leather top, remembering Sara lying there, sated. He shifted in his seat, almost wishing the kids weren’t going to be with him the next evening, then sighed and got back to work.
That night, back in his apartment, he called Sara again, and they talked for over an hour, then when she finally quit and said she was going to bed, Jon was itching with creative energy, desperate to write and get down on paper the things that were bubbling in his mind. He wrote for another couple of hours, finally going to bed just after midnight. By five am, though, he was wide awake again, and he thought for a moment then threw on some sweats and grabbed his keys and phone, jamming a ball cap over his hair and leaving the apartment.
He ran for half an hour, then as he slowed to head back, a cab cruised toward him, call light burning, and Jon raised his hand. The cab swerved to stop in front of him, and Jon jumped in, giving the driver the address. As the cab moved away, Jon pulled out his cellphone and dialled.
Sara was deep in sleep when she heard Jon’s voice, realising - as the words repeated - that it was her cellphone ringing. She stretched out a hand to grab the phone, eyes still closed, and put it to her ear.
“Hello?”
“Hi gorgeous. How’s my girl? Awww…….I didn’t wake you, did I?”
“Wake me? Jon - it’s…….” Sara reached again and flipped on the lamp, squinting at her clock. “It’s almost six am……..what on earth makes you think I was asleep?”
“I dunno. I’ve already been for a run, so I guess I figured everybody was up. So, since we’ve established you’re still in bed, what are you wearing?”
Rolling her eyes at his question this early in the morning, Sara glanced down, seeing that the cover had been kicked away during the night, leaving her lying in nothing but her thong.
“I’m wearing my furry bedsocks with a flannel nightie.” She told him, hearing him chuckle.
“Liar.” Jon growled.
She heard the word, then suddenly realised that the voice hadn’t come from her phone. Sara spun onto her back, looking across at the bedroom door, seeing the shadowy outline standing there, the flash of white teeth enough to confirm identity.
“Oh, you rotten swine! How did you get in here?”
“You gave me a key, darlin’. Remember?”
Sara closed her phone, seeing Jon do the same, then she sat up, holding her arms out. “Come here.”
Jon dropped his phone into the pocket of his sweatpants and crossed to the bed, taking her in his arms.
“I didn’t want to just walk in and scare you.” He explained before pressing his lips to hers.
“So is that everything signed?” Sara asked softly, and Jon gave a wicked grin which should’ve warned her of his intentions.
“Just about. One more thing.”
Before she could move, Jon had grabbed a magic marker from his desk, and he uncapped it with his teeth as he flipped her onto her stomach.
“Jon! What the…..?”
Sara squeaked in surprise as she felt him pin her, holding her still, then she felt the cold touch of the ink on her ass as Jon signed his name.
“You didn’t!” She yelped, hearing Jon’s laugh confirm what she thought.
“Damn right I did. You’re mine, darlin’.”
Twisting as far as she could, Sara could just see the edge of the black signature across her butt, and she dropped her forehead to the desk with a helpless giggle.
“I don’t believe you just did that! You autographed my ass?”
“No. I signed it, baby.” Jon pulled her to her feet, turning her to face him. “That’s my real name on there. The one I use on all the important stuff.”
“You’re crazy.” Sara saw the marker in his hand and blanched. “A magic marker? You used a permanent marker? How the hell do I get that off?”
“It’ll wash off.” Jon laughed as she stared at him. “Well, eventually.”
Muttering dire - and only half-joking - threats, Sara walked across to the couch for her clothes, unable to stifle a giggle when she heard Jon laugh, watching her walk away with his name emblazoned across her. She quickly dressed again, then turned to face Jon.
“After that, you’d better buy me a good lunch, mister.”
Still laughing, Jon grabbed the pile of paperwork and walked across, kissing her contritely.
“Forgive me?” He whispered. “I just couldn’t resist.”
“I’ll think about it.” Sara grinned, unlocking the door again.
In the outer office, they found that Jon’s secretary, Sue, had returned, and Jon dumped the paperwork with her before introducing Sara. The penetrating look the older woman gave Sara was lost on Jon - like most guys the silent communication between women passed straight over his head - but the two women shook hands amicably enough before Jon and Sara left the office.
Jon led Sara just a few blocks to a tiny, nondescript Chinese restaurant, and the owner treated his rockstar customer like any other regular. Sara could see how much it pleased Jon, to be treated like a normal person, and when the food arrived she discovered why he obviously ate here often. As he scooped more duck onto a pancake, Jon told Sara that he’d confirmed with Dot, and he’d bring the kids over Thursday evening.
“I just realised.” Sara said. “I probably won’t even see you until then - I’m going to be so tied up with this shoot the next few days.”
“Really? Shit. I’ll miss you. I do have a few meetings and interviews lined up, though, so I don’t know what kind of company I’d be anyway.”
“Well.” Sara smirked. “I guess I’ll just have to call so you can talk dirty to me.”
“That works for me. Hey - I got an idea. If I bring the kids over Thursday, why don’t you ride back to the house with us, then we can go for a late dinner somewhere. You can meet the third most important thing in my life, after you and the kids.”
“What? I’ve already met your Chevelle.” Sara joked, surprised to hear Jon mention her before his kids.
“Not her. Copper. My dog, Copper.”
“Okay. I love dogs.”
Jon’s cellphone rang, and he made a face as he listened to the caller, sighing heavily as he switched the phone off again.
“Babe - I have to go back to the office. Apparently I signed some documents in the wrong place, and they have to go in the mail tonight.”
“What? Were you distracted or something?” Sara smirked, and Jon gave a lazy grin.
“You could say that. Do you want to come back with me, maybe head over to the apartment?”
Sara hesitated, then shook her head. “I should go back to the studio. Paul and I never really finished setting up for tomorrow. I have to check what he’s done - his vision’s a little off - he has a black eye.”
“Really? What……oh, no way! They caught him?”
“Yep. He didn’t say which one did it, but when he went to see Carrie, Tina was there too. I guess his Casanova days are over.”
They finished their meal and left the restaurant, forced to keep their goodbye chaste as they parted on the street, Jon holding open the cab door while Sara climbed in.
“I’ll see you Thursday.” He promised, and Sara smiled back at him.
“That you will. I’ll call you, though!”
“D’you need me to sign anything else before you go?” Jon smirked at her, and Sara flushed red.
“NO! Get back to work - I’m sure you can think up an explanation for Sue on why you got everything wrong.”
“Yeah.” Jon grinned as he slammed the door. “I’ll just tell her the truth.”
He laughed at the horrified look on Sara’s face, kissing his fingertips and waving them at her as he walked away fast. The cabbie glanced up into his mirror as he asked Sara ‘where to?’, and she gave him the studio address distractedly, hoping that Jon was kidding. Surely he wouldn’t tell his secretary what had been going on?
The next couple of days were almost more difficult for them than when they’d been thousands of miles apart, since it was feasible for one of them to go see the other, just not exactly practical when they were both so busy. Their phone conversations became steadily smuttier as the separation piqued their appetites for each other, until on one occasion Sara remarked that a lot of guys had to pay for someone to talk that dirty to them.
“You’re right.” Jon agreed. “But just think of the fun we’re gonna have next time we get together.”
“Uh-huh.” Sara said sarcastically. “Next time we see each other, honey, your kids will be there. I don’t think we’ll be getting up to much around them.”
“Damn. I forgot about that.” He glanced at his watch. “Listen, darlin’, I gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow evening though - at the studio.”
“You sure will. Bye Jon.”
Jon dropped his phone onto the desk, grinning as he ran his hand over the smooth leather top, remembering Sara lying there, sated. He shifted in his seat, almost wishing the kids weren’t going to be with him the next evening, then sighed and got back to work.
That night, back in his apartment, he called Sara again, and they talked for over an hour, then when she finally quit and said she was going to bed, Jon was itching with creative energy, desperate to write and get down on paper the things that were bubbling in his mind. He wrote for another couple of hours, finally going to bed just after midnight. By five am, though, he was wide awake again, and he thought for a moment then threw on some sweats and grabbed his keys and phone, jamming a ball cap over his hair and leaving the apartment.
He ran for half an hour, then as he slowed to head back, a cab cruised toward him, call light burning, and Jon raised his hand. The cab swerved to stop in front of him, and Jon jumped in, giving the driver the address. As the cab moved away, Jon pulled out his cellphone and dialled.
Sara was deep in sleep when she heard Jon’s voice, realising - as the words repeated - that it was her cellphone ringing. She stretched out a hand to grab the phone, eyes still closed, and put it to her ear.
“Hello?”
“Hi gorgeous. How’s my girl? Awww…….I didn’t wake you, did I?”
“Wake me? Jon - it’s…….” Sara reached again and flipped on the lamp, squinting at her clock. “It’s almost six am……..what on earth makes you think I was asleep?”
“I dunno. I’ve already been for a run, so I guess I figured everybody was up. So, since we’ve established you’re still in bed, what are you wearing?”
Rolling her eyes at his question this early in the morning, Sara glanced down, seeing that the cover had been kicked away during the night, leaving her lying in nothing but her thong.
“I’m wearing my furry bedsocks with a flannel nightie.” She told him, hearing him chuckle.
“Liar.” Jon growled.
She heard the word, then suddenly realised that the voice hadn’t come from her phone. Sara spun onto her back, looking across at the bedroom door, seeing the shadowy outline standing there, the flash of white teeth enough to confirm identity.
“Oh, you rotten swine! How did you get in here?”
“You gave me a key, darlin’. Remember?”
Sara closed her phone, seeing Jon do the same, then she sat up, holding her arms out. “Come here.”
Jon dropped his phone into the pocket of his sweatpants and crossed to the bed, taking her in his arms.
“I didn’t want to just walk in and scare you.” He explained before pressing his lips to hers.
Chapter 142
Unfortunately, fate was against them again, and they’d barely reached the bedroom when the pilot interrupted them with a warning that they were heading into some turbulent air, and asking that they fasten their seatbelts.
“Maybe we should ignore him.” Sara murmured, her mouth trailing down Jon’s chest, following her fingers as she unbuttoned his shirt.
Jon began to agree, just as the plane lurched, knocking them both flat on the bed.
“Or maybe we should do as we’re told.” Jon said ruefully, pulling her up as the plane jolted again. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Let’s go, then. It can’t last the whole flight, right?”
“Nah.”
They made their unsteady way back to their seats, holding onto seat backs as they went for support against the erratic bouncing of the aircraft. Once they were safely buckled in, Sara cuddled under Jon’s arm again, the comfortable feeling lulling her to sleep. Jon fell into a doze, too, his head resting back on the seat as he held Sara. After a while, a solid bump woke him, and Jon blearily realised that the plane was braking hard. Looking through the window, he discovered with a shock that they had landed already - both of them had slept away the entire flight. Gently, he woke Sara, and she grimaced when he told her that they’d landed.
“Damn. We fell asleep again?”
“Yeah. You wear me out, girl.”
Sara found with surprise that she was actually getting accustomed to how things worked for a rock star, as they got off the plane and into the waiting limo, with none of the hassle of a commercial flight, and none of the waiting around a luggage belt, hoping your bag would turn up in one piece.
“Where to?” Jon asked as they moved away.
“I should go home.” Sara said sadly. “I have to go into the studio early tomorrow, so I can get organised for the shoot this week. Home, I guess.”
“Well,” Jon stroked her thigh thoughtfully, “why don’t I drop you at home, then tomorrow you come into the city and we’ll go for lunch. I should really go into the office, catch up on some stuff. I have a pile of Soul paperwork to go through - I started on Friday but, as you know, I kinda fell asleep on the job.”
“Okay. Where’s your office?”
Quickly, Jon wrote down the address. “Any problems finding it, just gimme a call.”
He told the driver Sara’s address, and when they arrived she got out of the car quickly. They’d started the goodbye kiss just after leaving the airport, so by now it was either get out fast, or drag Jon inside with her so he could finish what he’d started. As the car left, Sara waved, then Jon was gone and she headed on inside.
Next morning, Sara was in the studio by eight, and she was wide awake, since Jon had called while she was driving in, distracting her pretty badly. She was well into her second mug of strong coffee when Paul arrived, and she glanced up from what she was doing to say hello, then stopped and stared.
“What happened to you?” She asked, getting off her chair to go across to him.
His left eye was swollen and bruised, but he gave a sheepish grin.
“You and Jon were right.” He said. “I’d arranged to see Carrie on Saturday night, but when I got there…..Tina was there, too. They weren’t very happy.”
“So I see!”
Paul looked at her a little more closely, taking in the smart black pants and hot pink shirt. “Uhh…….do you have a new client coming or something?”
“What? Oh. No - I’m going into the city to meet Jon for lunch.”
“Oh. So you’ll be leaving early then?”
“Mmm. I’ll probably head off about noon. I may be back later though….” Sara broke off as she watched Paul shaking his head at her with a grin. “Oh, who am I kidding? Not about to fight my way back here just to go home later.”
They worked through the morning, until Paul practically ordered Sara to go as the clock ticked on past noon. Since she wasn’t entirely sure of where Jon’s office was, and she didn’t really want to drive into the city anyway, Sara called for a cab and just let the driver take the strain of the drive. When they arrived at the address, and she got out of the car, Sara was slightly surprised by the unpretentious building which housed Jon’s office, riding up in the elevator to the sixth floor, where he’d told her the office was.
Arriving at his office door, not even marked with a company name, just the number, Sara was a little surprised to find the door locked. She pulled her cellphone from her purse and dialled his number.
“Hey, darlin’.” Jon answered the phone. “Where are you?”
“Well, I think I’m right outside……..but the door’s locked.”
“Hold on.”
Moments later, Sara heard footsteps inside, then Jon opened the door with a grin.
“Sue must’ve locked it when she went out for lunch. Sorry, babe. How are ya?”
Before she could answer, Jon caught her up in his embrace, kissing her hello and backing into the office with her in his arms.
“I’m fine.” Sara said breathlessly as Jon let her go again, her heart pounding. “You having a good day?”
“I am now.” Jon smiled, moving back a little to look at her. “You look so good, baby.” He drew his lower lip into his teeth, raising his eyebrows a tiny bit. “Good enough to eat.”
“I’d rather be good enough to feed - I’m starving!”
“Can you hang on another half hour? I have some paperwork I need to read over and sign, and if I do it before we go, I won’t need to come back here.”
“Sure. I’ll survive I guess. Just don’t blame me if I get cranky!”
Sara followed him through into his office, looking around with interest - Jon had already seen her workspace, but this was the first time she’d seen anywhere he’d spent any real time. The apartment didn’t really count, since he’d only just moved in. Jon walked over to his desk, deep, rich mahogany with a dark green leather top. As Sara moved to pull the blind open a little, to see what kind of view there was, she heard Jon groan in disgust.
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing. Might take a little longer than I thought, Sar. There’s a pile of stuff here to be signed that I didn’t know about. I guess I could leave it for another day.”
Looking at him, Sara could see that he was tempted to just walk away and leave the work, but he knew he really shouldn’t. An idea occurred to her, and she walked across to perch on the corner of his desk.
“How long does……Sue get for lunch?”
“Hmm? Oh, she’ll be gone another forty minutes I guess. Why?”
“Well, I was thinking.” Sara lifted a foot onto the arm of his leather chair, turning it slightly to face her. “Maybe the paperwork would go a little faster if you had the right incentive.”
Jon grinned up at her. “What did you have in mind?”
“Oh, I don’t know….” She said artlessly, getting off the desk and quickly crossing to lock the inner door. “Why don’t you sign something and see what happens.”
Smiling, Jon uncapped a pen and scrawled his signature across a document, then looked up at Sara expectantly. He wasn’t disappointed, when she shrugged out of her jacket and tossed it aside, raising her eyebrows at him. Jon signed the next document, then watched as Sara slowly unbuttoned her shirt, not removing it until he’d signed another few documents, one button for each signature.
“Strip-paperwork, huh?” Jon grinned, watching her lay the shirt down on the battered leather couch against the far wall. “This could catch on.”
They carried on with the game, but by the time Sara was naked, and Jon’s cock was straining impatiently at his suit pants, there was still a pile of paperwork waiting for Jon’s action.
“Now what?” He asked, smirking as he signed another document.
A chuckle purred from Sara’s throat as she walked across to him, pushing his chair back slightly and kissing him deeply before pulling away when she felt his hands on her ass. Keeping her eyes glued to his, Sara stepped between his legs and slowly sank to her knees, still looking up at him, her hands on his thighs.
“You stopped signing.” She whispered, and Jon obediently leaned forward to sign, only a slight wobble distorting his signature as he felt her fingers on his belt.
Another document, and Jon tried to stifle a groan as Sara unzipped his pants and reached to draw his erection through, freeing it for her hands. And her lips. He was barely even looking at what he was signing as Sara’s hot breath teased him for a moment, then she took him deep in her mouth before drawing back to suck lightly on the tip, flicking her tongue over him.
“Fuck.” He muttered, dashing his signature across something else, trying to control his hand as he felt Sara’s mouth sink low again, feeling the constriction on the head of his cock as it reached her throat.
Jon signed another document, his left hand moving from the edge of the desk to knot into her hair, holding her as he thrust his hips forward, feeling Sara take him even deeper without objection. He signed the final document, immediately pushing the pile of papers to one side as he tugged her head back. This wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted to be inside her, to cum inside her, to feel her cum with him, but he almost lost it when Sara sucked hard against him as he pulled free of her delicious mouth, and he involuntarily pushed her down on him again with another muttered expletive. He grabbed back control of himself, but he was so close to just ramming his cock deep into her throat again and again.
With sheer willpower, Jon pulled himself from her mouth, looking down and seeing the devilish look in her eyes. He growled as he dragged her off her knees, lifting her all the way up and sitting her on the desk, then pushing her onto her back in front of him. As he dipped his head between her thighs, Jon could see she was just as excited as he was, the wetness there showing she was ready and eager for him, and he licked across her before standing from his chair, pushing her legs wide.
He shoved his pants lower, down to his knees, then leaned forward over Sara’s naked body, her flesh giving no resistance as he slid inside. She reached for him, pulling his head down for a kiss, and though she knew the hard desktop was bruising her, she hid the pain, not wanting him to stop. Her knees were spread wide as Jon butted against her, reaching over her to grip the far edge of his desk, and Sara’s lips stifled his cry as she felt him cumming. The teasing and playing had pushed her own arousal high before Jon even touched her, and Sara came, too, as Jon continued to thrust into her, spasms shaking through them both.
For a moment, Jon slumped against her, and Sara gently stroked his hair, then he straightened his arms to look down on her, a satisfied grin on his face.
“You certainly know how to take the pain out of paperwork, darlin’.”
“Maybe we should ignore him.” Sara murmured, her mouth trailing down Jon’s chest, following her fingers as she unbuttoned his shirt.
Jon began to agree, just as the plane lurched, knocking them both flat on the bed.
“Or maybe we should do as we’re told.” Jon said ruefully, pulling her up as the plane jolted again. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Let’s go, then. It can’t last the whole flight, right?”
“Nah.”
They made their unsteady way back to their seats, holding onto seat backs as they went for support against the erratic bouncing of the aircraft. Once they were safely buckled in, Sara cuddled under Jon’s arm again, the comfortable feeling lulling her to sleep. Jon fell into a doze, too, his head resting back on the seat as he held Sara. After a while, a solid bump woke him, and Jon blearily realised that the plane was braking hard. Looking through the window, he discovered with a shock that they had landed already - both of them had slept away the entire flight. Gently, he woke Sara, and she grimaced when he told her that they’d landed.
“Damn. We fell asleep again?”
“Yeah. You wear me out, girl.”
Sara found with surprise that she was actually getting accustomed to how things worked for a rock star, as they got off the plane and into the waiting limo, with none of the hassle of a commercial flight, and none of the waiting around a luggage belt, hoping your bag would turn up in one piece.
“Where to?” Jon asked as they moved away.
“I should go home.” Sara said sadly. “I have to go into the studio early tomorrow, so I can get organised for the shoot this week. Home, I guess.”
“Well,” Jon stroked her thigh thoughtfully, “why don’t I drop you at home, then tomorrow you come into the city and we’ll go for lunch. I should really go into the office, catch up on some stuff. I have a pile of Soul paperwork to go through - I started on Friday but, as you know, I kinda fell asleep on the job.”
“Okay. Where’s your office?”
Quickly, Jon wrote down the address. “Any problems finding it, just gimme a call.”
He told the driver Sara’s address, and when they arrived she got out of the car quickly. They’d started the goodbye kiss just after leaving the airport, so by now it was either get out fast, or drag Jon inside with her so he could finish what he’d started. As the car left, Sara waved, then Jon was gone and she headed on inside.
Next morning, Sara was in the studio by eight, and she was wide awake, since Jon had called while she was driving in, distracting her pretty badly. She was well into her second mug of strong coffee when Paul arrived, and she glanced up from what she was doing to say hello, then stopped and stared.
“What happened to you?” She asked, getting off her chair to go across to him.
His left eye was swollen and bruised, but he gave a sheepish grin.
“You and Jon were right.” He said. “I’d arranged to see Carrie on Saturday night, but when I got there…..Tina was there, too. They weren’t very happy.”
“So I see!”
Paul looked at her a little more closely, taking in the smart black pants and hot pink shirt. “Uhh…….do you have a new client coming or something?”
“What? Oh. No - I’m going into the city to meet Jon for lunch.”
“Oh. So you’ll be leaving early then?”
“Mmm. I’ll probably head off about noon. I may be back later though….” Sara broke off as she watched Paul shaking his head at her with a grin. “Oh, who am I kidding? Not about to fight my way back here just to go home later.”
They worked through the morning, until Paul practically ordered Sara to go as the clock ticked on past noon. Since she wasn’t entirely sure of where Jon’s office was, and she didn’t really want to drive into the city anyway, Sara called for a cab and just let the driver take the strain of the drive. When they arrived at the address, and she got out of the car, Sara was slightly surprised by the unpretentious building which housed Jon’s office, riding up in the elevator to the sixth floor, where he’d told her the office was.
Arriving at his office door, not even marked with a company name, just the number, Sara was a little surprised to find the door locked. She pulled her cellphone from her purse and dialled his number.
“Hey, darlin’.” Jon answered the phone. “Where are you?”
“Well, I think I’m right outside……..but the door’s locked.”
“Hold on.”
Moments later, Sara heard footsteps inside, then Jon opened the door with a grin.
“Sue must’ve locked it when she went out for lunch. Sorry, babe. How are ya?”
Before she could answer, Jon caught her up in his embrace, kissing her hello and backing into the office with her in his arms.
“I’m fine.” Sara said breathlessly as Jon let her go again, her heart pounding. “You having a good day?”
“I am now.” Jon smiled, moving back a little to look at her. “You look so good, baby.” He drew his lower lip into his teeth, raising his eyebrows a tiny bit. “Good enough to eat.”
“I’d rather be good enough to feed - I’m starving!”
“Can you hang on another half hour? I have some paperwork I need to read over and sign, and if I do it before we go, I won’t need to come back here.”
“Sure. I’ll survive I guess. Just don’t blame me if I get cranky!”
Sara followed him through into his office, looking around with interest - Jon had already seen her workspace, but this was the first time she’d seen anywhere he’d spent any real time. The apartment didn’t really count, since he’d only just moved in. Jon walked over to his desk, deep, rich mahogany with a dark green leather top. As Sara moved to pull the blind open a little, to see what kind of view there was, she heard Jon groan in disgust.
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing. Might take a little longer than I thought, Sar. There’s a pile of stuff here to be signed that I didn’t know about. I guess I could leave it for another day.”
Looking at him, Sara could see that he was tempted to just walk away and leave the work, but he knew he really shouldn’t. An idea occurred to her, and she walked across to perch on the corner of his desk.
“How long does……Sue get for lunch?”
“Hmm? Oh, she’ll be gone another forty minutes I guess. Why?”
“Well, I was thinking.” Sara lifted a foot onto the arm of his leather chair, turning it slightly to face her. “Maybe the paperwork would go a little faster if you had the right incentive.”
Jon grinned up at her. “What did you have in mind?”
“Oh, I don’t know….” She said artlessly, getting off the desk and quickly crossing to lock the inner door. “Why don’t you sign something and see what happens.”
Smiling, Jon uncapped a pen and scrawled his signature across a document, then looked up at Sara expectantly. He wasn’t disappointed, when she shrugged out of her jacket and tossed it aside, raising her eyebrows at him. Jon signed the next document, then watched as Sara slowly unbuttoned her shirt, not removing it until he’d signed another few documents, one button for each signature.
“Strip-paperwork, huh?” Jon grinned, watching her lay the shirt down on the battered leather couch against the far wall. “This could catch on.”
They carried on with the game, but by the time Sara was naked, and Jon’s cock was straining impatiently at his suit pants, there was still a pile of paperwork waiting for Jon’s action.
“Now what?” He asked, smirking as he signed another document.
A chuckle purred from Sara’s throat as she walked across to him, pushing his chair back slightly and kissing him deeply before pulling away when she felt his hands on her ass. Keeping her eyes glued to his, Sara stepped between his legs and slowly sank to her knees, still looking up at him, her hands on his thighs.
“You stopped signing.” She whispered, and Jon obediently leaned forward to sign, only a slight wobble distorting his signature as he felt her fingers on his belt.
Another document, and Jon tried to stifle a groan as Sara unzipped his pants and reached to draw his erection through, freeing it for her hands. And her lips. He was barely even looking at what he was signing as Sara’s hot breath teased him for a moment, then she took him deep in her mouth before drawing back to suck lightly on the tip, flicking her tongue over him.
“Fuck.” He muttered, dashing his signature across something else, trying to control his hand as he felt Sara’s mouth sink low again, feeling the constriction on the head of his cock as it reached her throat.
Jon signed another document, his left hand moving from the edge of the desk to knot into her hair, holding her as he thrust his hips forward, feeling Sara take him even deeper without objection. He signed the final document, immediately pushing the pile of papers to one side as he tugged her head back. This wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted to be inside her, to cum inside her, to feel her cum with him, but he almost lost it when Sara sucked hard against him as he pulled free of her delicious mouth, and he involuntarily pushed her down on him again with another muttered expletive. He grabbed back control of himself, but he was so close to just ramming his cock deep into her throat again and again.
With sheer willpower, Jon pulled himself from her mouth, looking down and seeing the devilish look in her eyes. He growled as he dragged her off her knees, lifting her all the way up and sitting her on the desk, then pushing her onto her back in front of him. As he dipped his head between her thighs, Jon could see she was just as excited as he was, the wetness there showing she was ready and eager for him, and he licked across her before standing from his chair, pushing her legs wide.
He shoved his pants lower, down to his knees, then leaned forward over Sara’s naked body, her flesh giving no resistance as he slid inside. She reached for him, pulling his head down for a kiss, and though she knew the hard desktop was bruising her, she hid the pain, not wanting him to stop. Her knees were spread wide as Jon butted against her, reaching over her to grip the far edge of his desk, and Sara’s lips stifled his cry as she felt him cumming. The teasing and playing had pushed her own arousal high before Jon even touched her, and Sara came, too, as Jon continued to thrust into her, spasms shaking through them both.
For a moment, Jon slumped against her, and Sara gently stroked his hair, then he straightened his arms to look down on her, a satisfied grin on his face.
“You certainly know how to take the pain out of paperwork, darlin’.”
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Chapter 141
After a while, when their breathing was steady and their bodies began to feel the chill of evening, Sara opened her eyes again, angling her head so she could look up at Jon. His eyes were still closed, a slight smile on his lips as he felt her gaze, and a purring moan of contentment came from deep in his throat as his hand lightly rested on her side.
“I need to shower again.” Sara said softly. “So much for conserving water.”
“Babe.” Jon murmured, opening his eyes unwillingly. “You can’t be dirty……..you only just showered.”
“I know, and then you got me all wet and sticky before I could even put on the new nightie I bought!”
“Is it pretty?” Jon was starting to feel less drowsy now, and the naughty quirk to her answering smile stimulated his attention further.
“I think so. It’s lacy. But you probably don’t want to see it.”
With a low rumble of laughter, Jon sat up, pulling Sara with him.
“Damn right I want to see it. I just hope you didn’t spend too much on it……..just in case it gets ripped when I strip it back off you.” He kissed her hard then slid off the bed. “I’ll go get us some more wine…..you can get into your nightie….”
Sara watched him walk through to the sitting room, his nudity not bothering him, then she got off the bed and opened her bag, pulling out the fine black lace nightie. In case Jon came back through unexpectedly, she took the nightie and matching thong into the bathroom, quickly washing away the residue of their lovemaking before dressing - if the term ‘dressed’ covered what she was wearing.
When she emerged into the bedroom, it was still empty, and she walked across to the doorway, looking out into the sitting room. Jon was pouring wine, and he looked up as he sensed her presence, almost dropping the wine bottle as he saw her. A slow grin spread across his face as he looked at her, the black lace somehow revealing yet concealing everything. He could see the outline of black panties under the fabric, and the halter top bared most of her chest, but still covered her breasts. Grinning, he gestured to her to turn around, and Sara complied with a smile, turning so that Jon saw the low sweep of the back, only just covering the top of her thong. As she moved, the long skirt swayed apart along the slit which ran right up one thigh, then Sara completed her pirouette and crossed the room with that unconsciously provocative walk, hips pushing forward with her long stride.
“I was going to ask if you liked it.” Sara said throatily, stepping closer to brush her fingers over his stiffening cock. “But I think I have my answer.”
“Oh, yeah, I like it.” Jon grinned as he laid down the bottle and rested both hands on her hips. “How does it come back off?”
“Can’t I at least wear it for five minutes?” She smirked, her lips twisting a little as Jon slipped a hand lower, finding the side split and sliding his hand inside, up onto her bare ass.
“I guess it doesn’t have to come all the way off.” He muttered, his other hand bunching the lace, tugging the skirt upward as he kissed her throat.
The next thing Sara was aware of was Jon’s voice, and her immediate instinct was to comfort him, hearing the worried note as he said her name, repeating it over and over. She could feel his arm under her shoulders, a hand stroking her hair, and she felt like she was waking from a deep sleep as she opened her eyes.
“Oh, thank God.” Jon blurted. “Are you okay, baby?”
“Yeah, I………….uh…….what happened?”
She was lying on the couch, Jon kneeling beside her, holding her.
“You passed out.” He said, then grinned shakily. “Scared the shit outta me. How do you feel now?”
“Okay. A bit woolly maybe, but okay. Hell - I should’ve told you.”
“Told me what?” As he spoke, Jon supported Sara as she swung into a sitting position, raising her head cautiously, wary of dizziness.
“Earlier - when the room service guy was here - my back was hurting from the way I’d been sitting out on the balcony, and I took a couple of painkillers. Sometimes this happens when I take them.”
“Jesus! You really scared me, darlin’. I’m just glad I was already holding you, because you went down fast.”
She grinned ruefully, peeking at him through the curtain of hair falling forward. “Kinda ruined the atmosphere, huh?”
“Fuck that. As long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters, Sara. Right. Come on.”
Jon stood, scooping her into his arms as he did, and over Sara’s feeble protests, he carried her through to the bed. He set her down on her feet for a moment, flicking the cover down, then laid her on the mattress.
“No arguments.” He said firmly. “Just stay there.”
Sara didn’t argue. God, it felt good to have somebody take care of her. Hell, just to have somebody care about her. Jon went around the bed and climbed in the other side, lying down next to her.
“Does your back still hurt?”
“No. S’fine now. I’m sorry, Jon.”
“Sorry for what? Just hush. C’mere.”
Jon shifted closer, spooning his body against hers, and Sara gave a groan of pleasure at the heat of him against her back, soothing the aching muscles.
“I love you.” She breathed, then felt Jon’s lips on her shoulder, kissing then moving gently as he mumbled his love back to her.
Sara dozed, or at least thought she only dozed, but when she opened her eyes there was sunlight beating down on the bed, and she realised groggily that it was morning. Neither of them had moved during the night, although she could feel from the warm touch that Jon’s hand had sneaked through the split in her gown again, his fingers wrapped comfortably around her upper thigh. His breathing was warm on the back of her neck, and Sara smiled as she carefully flexed her back, feeling a dull throb but no real pain. Her movement, though, was enough to wake Jon, and his palm rubbed across her leg as he murmured in her ear.
“Good morning, sunshine. How do you feel?”
“I feel like I slept the whole night with a gorgeous man holding me safe. But, if you mean my back, it feels great.”
“Good.”
Slowly, Sara rolled around to face Jon, kissing him good morning, then she sat up slowly, Jon watching closely but not helping her, just waiting to see if she needed it. Sara got out of bed and turned to look down at Jon.
“Coffee?”
“Sounds good, darlin’.”
While Sara went through to make coffee, Jon went into the bathroom, and when he came out he brought a robe with him, shrugging into it as he followed Sara to the sitting room. The coffee was ready, and they each took a mug out onto the balcony, sitting in the early sun and chatting quietly. Jon was startled when he heard a knock at the door, but Sara stood up slowly.
“I called down, ordered some breakfast.” She said, heading for the door, but Jon stopped her.
“Darlin’, with you in that getup, the waiter’s going to get one hell of a tip. I’ll go!”
Giggling, Sara sat down again, and Jon went inside, calling to her once the waiter was safely gone. They ate breakfast, then shared the shower companionably, washing each other, touching without teasing, loving with silent smiles and glances.
Soon enough, they were out of the hotel, and back at the airport, boarding Jon’s plane. After takeoff, Sara got out of her seat and stretched, and Jon winced when he heard the crack of her back.
“Ow.” He said softly as Sara relaxed.
“Feels better now.” She assured him. “Maybe I should lie down though?”
Jon looked up at her, then smirked at her expression.
“Maybe I should join you.”
Unsnapping his seat belt, Jon stood and took Sara’s hand for a second, then put his hands on her hips from behind and propelled her toward the rear of the plane.
“I need to shower again.” Sara said softly. “So much for conserving water.”
“Babe.” Jon murmured, opening his eyes unwillingly. “You can’t be dirty……..you only just showered.”
“I know, and then you got me all wet and sticky before I could even put on the new nightie I bought!”
“Is it pretty?” Jon was starting to feel less drowsy now, and the naughty quirk to her answering smile stimulated his attention further.
“I think so. It’s lacy. But you probably don’t want to see it.”
With a low rumble of laughter, Jon sat up, pulling Sara with him.
“Damn right I want to see it. I just hope you didn’t spend too much on it……..just in case it gets ripped when I strip it back off you.” He kissed her hard then slid off the bed. “I’ll go get us some more wine…..you can get into your nightie….”
Sara watched him walk through to the sitting room, his nudity not bothering him, then she got off the bed and opened her bag, pulling out the fine black lace nightie. In case Jon came back through unexpectedly, she took the nightie and matching thong into the bathroom, quickly washing away the residue of their lovemaking before dressing - if the term ‘dressed’ covered what she was wearing.
When she emerged into the bedroom, it was still empty, and she walked across to the doorway, looking out into the sitting room. Jon was pouring wine, and he looked up as he sensed her presence, almost dropping the wine bottle as he saw her. A slow grin spread across his face as he looked at her, the black lace somehow revealing yet concealing everything. He could see the outline of black panties under the fabric, and the halter top bared most of her chest, but still covered her breasts. Grinning, he gestured to her to turn around, and Sara complied with a smile, turning so that Jon saw the low sweep of the back, only just covering the top of her thong. As she moved, the long skirt swayed apart along the slit which ran right up one thigh, then Sara completed her pirouette and crossed the room with that unconsciously provocative walk, hips pushing forward with her long stride.
“I was going to ask if you liked it.” Sara said throatily, stepping closer to brush her fingers over his stiffening cock. “But I think I have my answer.”
“Oh, yeah, I like it.” Jon grinned as he laid down the bottle and rested both hands on her hips. “How does it come back off?”
“Can’t I at least wear it for five minutes?” She smirked, her lips twisting a little as Jon slipped a hand lower, finding the side split and sliding his hand inside, up onto her bare ass.
“I guess it doesn’t have to come all the way off.” He muttered, his other hand bunching the lace, tugging the skirt upward as he kissed her throat.
The next thing Sara was aware of was Jon’s voice, and her immediate instinct was to comfort him, hearing the worried note as he said her name, repeating it over and over. She could feel his arm under her shoulders, a hand stroking her hair, and she felt like she was waking from a deep sleep as she opened her eyes.
“Oh, thank God.” Jon blurted. “Are you okay, baby?”
“Yeah, I………….uh…….what happened?”
She was lying on the couch, Jon kneeling beside her, holding her.
“You passed out.” He said, then grinned shakily. “Scared the shit outta me. How do you feel now?”
“Okay. A bit woolly maybe, but okay. Hell - I should’ve told you.”
“Told me what?” As he spoke, Jon supported Sara as she swung into a sitting position, raising her head cautiously, wary of dizziness.
“Earlier - when the room service guy was here - my back was hurting from the way I’d been sitting out on the balcony, and I took a couple of painkillers. Sometimes this happens when I take them.”
“Jesus! You really scared me, darlin’. I’m just glad I was already holding you, because you went down fast.”
She grinned ruefully, peeking at him through the curtain of hair falling forward. “Kinda ruined the atmosphere, huh?”
“Fuck that. As long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters, Sara. Right. Come on.”
Jon stood, scooping her into his arms as he did, and over Sara’s feeble protests, he carried her through to the bed. He set her down on her feet for a moment, flicking the cover down, then laid her on the mattress.
“No arguments.” He said firmly. “Just stay there.”
Sara didn’t argue. God, it felt good to have somebody take care of her. Hell, just to have somebody care about her. Jon went around the bed and climbed in the other side, lying down next to her.
“Does your back still hurt?”
“No. S’fine now. I’m sorry, Jon.”
“Sorry for what? Just hush. C’mere.”
Jon shifted closer, spooning his body against hers, and Sara gave a groan of pleasure at the heat of him against her back, soothing the aching muscles.
“I love you.” She breathed, then felt Jon’s lips on her shoulder, kissing then moving gently as he mumbled his love back to her.
Sara dozed, or at least thought she only dozed, but when she opened her eyes there was sunlight beating down on the bed, and she realised groggily that it was morning. Neither of them had moved during the night, although she could feel from the warm touch that Jon’s hand had sneaked through the split in her gown again, his fingers wrapped comfortably around her upper thigh. His breathing was warm on the back of her neck, and Sara smiled as she carefully flexed her back, feeling a dull throb but no real pain. Her movement, though, was enough to wake Jon, and his palm rubbed across her leg as he murmured in her ear.
“Good morning, sunshine. How do you feel?”
“I feel like I slept the whole night with a gorgeous man holding me safe. But, if you mean my back, it feels great.”
“Good.”
Slowly, Sara rolled around to face Jon, kissing him good morning, then she sat up slowly, Jon watching closely but not helping her, just waiting to see if she needed it. Sara got out of bed and turned to look down at Jon.
“Coffee?”
“Sounds good, darlin’.”
While Sara went through to make coffee, Jon went into the bathroom, and when he came out he brought a robe with him, shrugging into it as he followed Sara to the sitting room. The coffee was ready, and they each took a mug out onto the balcony, sitting in the early sun and chatting quietly. Jon was startled when he heard a knock at the door, but Sara stood up slowly.
“I called down, ordered some breakfast.” She said, heading for the door, but Jon stopped her.
“Darlin’, with you in that getup, the waiter’s going to get one hell of a tip. I’ll go!”
Giggling, Sara sat down again, and Jon went inside, calling to her once the waiter was safely gone. They ate breakfast, then shared the shower companionably, washing each other, touching without teasing, loving with silent smiles and glances.
Soon enough, they were out of the hotel, and back at the airport, boarding Jon’s plane. After takeoff, Sara got out of her seat and stretched, and Jon winced when he heard the crack of her back.
“Ow.” He said softly as Sara relaxed.
“Feels better now.” She assured him. “Maybe I should lie down though?”
Jon looked up at her, then smirked at her expression.
“Maybe I should join you.”
Unsnapping his seat belt, Jon stood and took Sara’s hand for a second, then put his hands on her hips from behind and propelled her toward the rear of the plane.
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