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.