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.