Thursday, September 29, 2011

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Another World

"You realize I'm going to be running double miles on the treadmill after this." Jon forked a piece of the apple pie and dipped it in cream and held it up to Devon's mouth.

"No kidding. All we've done is eat and drink." She leaned forward and took the pie licking the corner of cream that was left on her lips.

Jon smirked and popped a piece of pie into his own mouth. "Well that's not all we've done."

Devon's dimples deepened and she threw back her head on the pillows. "I don't think sex burns off a billion calories."

Jon looked out the small window that stretched into darkness that would soon become morning. They'd been on the boat two nights filled with dining, talking, laughing and of course sex. He rested the plate on the bedside table and slouched down against the pillows tangling his legs in hers. It was a little after four am and they were due to dock back in New Jersey in the mid-morning and go back to reality.

It had been a nice break and it had successfully taken his mind of things back onshore and he'd enjoyed her company very much. The trip had been designed to do just that and maybe wow her a little. He was so used to his lifestyle that some times he took for granted what he actually could do so seeing Devon's reaction to things was always a nice reality check that he was very blessed. They'd bonded and he felt like he had just a little more insight into her and what made her tick.

When she'd told him briefly about Jared his instinct was to push for more but he used tact as it wasn’t the time. She'd chosen to let him in and even if it was going to be little by little he could be patient. Maybe. He wanted to kick the son of a bitch's ass for hurting her though. And he'd done something he didn’t usually do so early on with women; he’d opened his own life to her. Christ, now he sounded like a Dr Phil book.

"You did it again."


Jon looked down to meet her gaze as she rested her chin on his shoulder and fluttered her eyelashes.

He winced. "Oh, sorry yeah." He kissed the top of her forehead.

"What are you thinking about now?"

"Back to reality tomorrow. Now that I got you here, I don't want to." 

She snorted and buried her nose into his shoulder. "Well, we'll just have to do it more often won't we?"

"Damn Skippy." He wound his arms around her waist and closed his eyes as the boat rocked them gently. He moaned as her finger drizzled up the centre of his torso, just her touch was enough to make him hard but this time it lulled him into a simple sleep. When he awoke the sun was streaming in the windows and Devon was lying across his chest sound asleep. The weight of her was comforting in a way that he'd missed. He liked that she needed his strength. She was strong alone but Jon knew that all too well, even the strongest people needed someone in the quiet hours away from the world. And he knew she needed that from him as much as he needed it from her. 

He had to go back to reality and sort his band out and see what really was bothering David. He wasn't a stranger to the kinks in the road being the CEO of the band but honestly he didn't know if he had the fight in him at the moment. He wanted to write and see where it went not have to explain his actions and reasons to the guys in triplicate. David and he had always had their moments over the years and while he appeared to be the joker of the group he was also a very smart guy. He also had a string of events he'd promised to attend and support coming up and while he didn't mind it he'd been less enthused since he'd been divorced. He'd taken a few casual women along and even his daughter but that was getting old. 

He nudged Devon until she stirred and rolled back into the pillows. "Go away." He just made out her slurred words in her sleepy accent.

He laughed and rolled into the back of her and wrapped his arms around her middle and buried his nose into shoulder. "I thought you were a morning person." Her hair was soft against his cheek and she still smelled sweet candy. 

"That doesn't count when you've been up all night bonking and eating." 

He snorted. "I didn't hear you complain last night. More like the opposite." He teased her earlobe with a nibble. "Jon, oh God...God. Yes!" He imitated her accent poorly until she squealed.

"I don't sound like that. You're such a shit." She squirmed around until she was under him and her blue gaze shot through him like daggers. Her mouth curved into a smile as he pushed her blond mass of hair back from her face and his lips hovered over hers. 

"Yeah you do. Maybe I missed a hiccup or two in there." He grinned victoriously as she blushed.

Her eyebrows furrowed. "That's it. This sex-fest is over." She tried to cross her legs under him but he'd wedged his knees between them. He tugged the sheet down to reveal the pink tips of her nipples that had been straining through the cotton.

"No you don’t you love me." He kissed up the side of her neck to the sweet spot under her ear. 

"No I don’t, I hate you."

He chuckled against her ear. “That’s why you’re already wet thinking about my cock.”

The weekend had been like a long summer Sunday afternoon. They'd lazed, loved and indulged their way into oblivion and he'd enjoyed every minute of it. 

He swallowed her breath as he kissed her once, and then again. The kisses started out soft and sweet and his fingers threaded into her hair, silky and soft. Her mouth was hot as he angled his head, his tongue delving deep into her mouth. Her tongue responded in a sexual rhythm that sent lust rushing through his blood and straight to the tip of his cock.

She lifted her hips and bumped the head of his shaft. He smiled against her mouth as he moved over her letting it rub against her wet centre. He cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple back and forth. She groaned and squirmed under him and he knew she wanted his mouth where his thumb was as she urged his head away from hers. 

He denied her of that and instead sat up and drew her into his lap, her breasts pressed into her chest. He lowered his mouth to the curve of her throat and as he dragged the fingertips of his freehand up the inside of her silky thigh. His mouth feathered down her torso between her breasts and his finger traced the outside of her clit. The gentle swell of the ocean worked in tandem as he slipped his finger inside her.  She tipped her head back and murmured something reverent as his teeth scraped under her chin.  

His mouth, full of heat covered hers and he whispered. "Get lost with me, one last time." The need bubbled inside him, he wanted her and he wanted what they had all over again. Call it avoidance and not wanting the weekend to end but he felt like they'd shifted and now he wasn't ever going to get enough of her. 

Her gaze was rich and she groaned as his finger flexed inside her. "It won't be the last." 

He curved his hand around the back of her head and crashed his mouth on hers. His mouth was hungry and frantic as he wanted to taste all of her.

"Come for me baby. I know you're close." She was tight around his finger and pulsed as the sound of pleasure poured out of her. He closed his mouth around her nipple, his tongue circling the puckered tip until she moaned again and drove her hips against his hand. His thumb rubbed her clit and he kept his gaze on her as he pressed harder, the screams growing louder as she searched for her release against him.

Sweat beaded down her forehead, blond strands of hair pinned to her cheeks. "God. Yes...yes."

The need to tumble her onto her back and drive her orgasm out with his tongue teased him but her tiny bundle of nerves quivered around his hand and she let go. Her gasps and the slap of her body against him washed over him. He didn't withdraw instead he pushed her back into the pillows and drove harder with his hand so her quivers went to quakes. 

"Inside me."

He didn't need an invite, he laid flat above her and shifted his cock into her entrance as and her hands slid up his shoulders. They kissed as he plunged deeper inside her just enough for her to let a little hiccup go. He opened her wider as he eased inside her keeping the rhythm slow until he'd built her back up just to smash her back down.

"Devon." He whispered her name as his lips grazed her cheek and he again found the sensitive spot under her ear lobe. Her fingers trailed over his jaw and her finger tips over his mouth and he kissed them.

The sound of him sliding in and out of her became shorter, faster as he went deeper. It was making him crazy, he wanted to come and he wanted to come hard. His muscles flexed above her holding in position, determined not to back down. Her nails dug into his shoulders, they were closer. His hand cupped her breast and he rolled his thumb over her sensitive tip. The idea of Jared hurting her, deceiving her made him angrier, rougher as he wanted to make she'd never be jerked over like that again. Not with him.

His breathing staggered as he struggled to hold on. 

"Shit." He muttered as the pleasure arrowed straight to the tip of his cock and he arched above her as it blew through him. That was all she needed to tip her over the edge. She thrust back against him and clenched around him, milking him for more. He barely registered as she came as his second orgasm shook him. He flopped down on top her, his chest heaving for breath.

Their bodies were slick with sweat as he lay there for a few moments before he rolled off her and head first into a pillow as he gathered himself. Hell, he was going to need time away from her just to recover from this. He grinned into the pillow as she lay across his back pressing her warm body against him. She pressed a kiss into the side of his head.

"This has been an amazing weekend."

He chuckled and relished the feather light touches of her fingers down his back. "Ditto."

"The ocean has been just incredible and you were right. I needed the break."

"And the company?" He asked hopefully.

"Meh-it wasn't bad." But he could hear the smile in her voice.

"If I wasn't dead I'd pin you over and start again."

She laughed and rested her cheek on the back of his shoulder. "It was perfectly perfect."

He loved her way and the calmness she brought to his world. "Perfect." He mumbled into the pillow as they caught the last few peaceful moments on the boat together.

Absolutely Perfect.


Saturday, September 17, 2011

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Anchor Me

It was the gentle rock of the boat and the waves lapping against the side of the boat that Devon woke up with. Night-time had fallen but the cabin was lit by a bedside lamp and she was alone. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. Her joints felt like she'd just run twelve miles but she smiled to herself as it all came rushing back to her.

"Jon?" She stretched out to an empty bed.

There were only so many places he could possibly go as it was a boat after all. She dragged herself out of the bed and dug around in her bag for the robe she had packed. She was halfway out of the cabin twisting it around her waist when she caught sight of herself in the nearby mirror. God, she looked hideous! She took five minutes and tidied herself up in the adjoining bathroom,  ran a brush through her hair and squirted on some spritz.  She climbed the steps up onto the deck which was peaceful and dotted with ship lanterns. Jon was sitting propped on a bench on the edge of the boat staring out at the water. The orange tip of his cigarette was like a beacon against the inky sky.

The wind whipped around her ankles as she rolled back on her feet. "Do you make it a regular thing to abandon women after mind-blowing sex?"

He chuckled, flicked his butt overboard and the lines in his face eased as he grinned at her. "It's so perfect and calm out here."

He patted the bench in front of him so she tucked herself in front of him facing the ocean. The scent of sea and spice swirled around him as his hands linked around her middle and his chin rested on her shoulder.

"Hey! We're not moving." She patted his hands as she realized they were stationary.

His warm breath against her ear raised the hairs on her arm. "That's because we're at our destination."

Around her was nothing but the night sky which with stars that twinkled like diamonds cut out of the sun. There was not a sign of land or light in the distance. "We're in the middle of the ocean."

"Ain't it grand?"

"It's paradise. It's the best, I I didn't expect this."

"You expected some decadent desert island huh?"

"Well maybe."


"Not one bit." This was paradise indeed and she could see why he thought so too. He was miles away from the hum and buzz of the city, photographers, and ex-wives and of course the image he worked tirelessly to up stand.

"You're a pretty romantic guy for a hard-ass aren't you?"

He wrapped his arms around her tighter. "Do you really think I'm a hard ass?"

She smoothed her hands down his legs. "Not the Jon I know. It's a part of you and you wouldn't be where you are today if you weren't.”

"You sound sure of that. I can be an asshole and deliberately."

Her fingers brushed along his knuckles. "Are you thinking about David again?"

"Maybe." The silence of him against the still of the night was humbling. She knew not to push him as she had observed he was a thinker and he internalized things.

She took a deep breath. In some ways she felt just the same and wished she really could open up to him. She really wanted to but she doubted even Jon would understand what she'd done and why. They both sat in a companionable silence for a few minutes listening to the water and enjoyed the weight of each other.

"Screw this. I'm going for a dip." Jon rose up off the bench, peeled his t-shirt off and popped open the fly of his jeans.

"Are you serious? In there?" She loved the ocean as much as the next person but she had no idea where they were and what lurked in the depths below them.

His grin spread wide as he stepped up to the edge of the yacht. "It's warm, the temperature gauge says so." He flicked on one of the spotlights that rolled out across the ocean like a red carpet.

"I don't care about the water. I'm more worried what's in it. What if there are sharks or fish with stinging-things?"

Jon chuckled and shucked off his jeans into a pile. "You'll just have to come and save me, won't you?"

"And you're butt naked."

He stood with his hands on his hips and smirked. "Like what you see?"

There was no denying the lean length of his body curved and tucked in all the right places and his ass was phenomenal but she folded her arms and shrugged. "Meh It's ok"

He smirked. "Liar."

She squealed as he took a dive off the side of the boat and sea spray coated her legs.

His head bobbed up from the water and he floated in the water. "Come on in!"

While it did look inviting, she was nervous. "No way."

 "Aw c'mon." He frowned and looked down into the water.


"My foot is tangled in something."

"Tangled in what?"

"I can't see can I?" She was going to accuse of him of lying but his face fell flat.

"Seaweed? Rope?" Her heart beat a little faster and she looked over her shoulder and wondered if she should go and get Bob for help.

"Jon?" There was nothing but the stillness of the ocean in front of her, missing one rock-star. Fuck.

"Jon!" The panic rose in her throat. "Where the hell-" She had no time to answer a hand cupped her ankle and she lost her balance into the water head first. It hit her with a hell of a punch as she and treaded water to get her head back up above it. "You horrible man!" She coughed as spluttered as the sea salt burned her nose and throat. Her robe was slicked to her body but he tugged her close and peeled it off over her shoulders.

"There, much better." He grinned as he threw it back up over the side of the yacht. His hands ran over her shoulders and he drew her in and the natural reaction was to wrap her legs around his waist and let the water do the rest. Her breasts pressed into his chest and her fingers ran over his jaw and her fingertips across his lips. He smiled and the little crinkles on the side of his eyes deepened. She wanted to be angry that she was now slicked in sea-salt and god knows what else with no clue what was lurking below but she couldn't.

"What?" She asked as he kept his eyes on hers that was matched with a bemused smile.

"I'm having fun."

The corners of her mouth twitched as she tried to keep her annoyance above the surface but failed miserably. "I feel like silly loved up teenager."

"I'm in love with you Devon."

Her heart skidded in her chest and her throat closed like a fist. She knew how she felt about him but she didn't expect it so soon from him.

"I-" Words failed her as she smoothed her hands down the side of his cheeks. Her heart swelled as she realized she never expected this to turn into love. She hadn't worked out all the details yet on how this would work long term but something had kept her going into the relationship. Something she'd missed for a very long time.

"It's crazy, isn't it? And you know I don't jump into things so quickly. But with you, I can't explain it. It's like I was breathing just to live. But you've made me want to live to breathe all over again."

She nodded. "I understand what you mean I do. I've-" The words lodged in her throat and a tear slid down her face before she could finish her sentence.

"Hey." He thumbed it away gently and kissed her lips. "It's a good thing."

She half-laughed. "I know it is. I just can't believe its happening." She closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against his. "I thought I knew what love was but what Jared and I had wasn't love and I was so scared I'd never meet or be able to do this all again, the right way." In her reality it still wasn't the right way with her past but it was as close as it could get.

"What did he do to you baby?"

She shook her head still in her darkness fighting the floodgate inside her. Jon had given her life too, he just didn't realize how much he'd opened her up again when she'd needed and craved it so much.

"He was a bad person Jon. But I was as much to blame for believing in him. I was young, impressionable and desperate to prove to my father he was the good man that I always defended him for. But he wasn't. I was desperate to love someone, care for someone and give them everything I had. I just chose the wrong person."

Jon cradled her into him. "We all make mistakes Devon. Hell, I could tell you what a crappy husband and father I was for years."

Although the years had passed it still hurt. She would never forget the look of disappointment on her father's face and the humiliation she'd caused him and their family. She had loved and lost and in the wake of realizing what she had done but it had been too late to turn back the clock. The only option she had left that had made any sense at the time was to run. The tears came quicker as part of this whole grand plan was to love her new life and move on. She'd met wonderful people that had given her a second lease of life and now a wonderful man. She was luckier than most people she knew. She trembled as she composed herself and stuffed the guilt and hurt down below the surface. "It must be that time of the month."

He braceleted her wrists. "Hey, don't." His voice soothed her and his lips feathered across the top of her forehead.

"I'm ok. I just didn't expect you to say those nice things to me." Love like this was something she'd craved all her life and Jon knew how to love, he wrote about it for goodness sake. He didn't have a hidden agenda and he wasn't a manipulative asshole like Jared had been. Devon had done an awful lot of growing up since she'd arrived in the States and she knew what Jon was giving her was nothing but real. She'd developed a whole new outlook on life and attracted him to her whereas before she seemed to attract all the wrong people. Looking back in hindsight she knew that there was truth in the old saying, you only attract what you are. She was arguably a different person now but really she was just who she should have been in the first place.

Jon hoisted her up in his arms so she was securely locked around his body as they drifted with the ocean. She traced her finger across his chin "I love you. I didn't want to at first and I tried to fight it but you were so damn persistent."

His eyes danced against the light on the water and he grinned tucking a wet curl behind her ear. "I told you, I always get what I want and I wanted you."

"Yeah I caught on quickly." She drilled a finger into his chest. "You don't let go of things easily, do you?"

"See? And who said women couldn't be taught easily."

She narrowed her eyes as he snickered. "Are you always this cheeky?"

"Only around you."

"Gee, lucky me."

"I think you're different around me too. You're more yourself than that reserved sexy woman I first met at the salon."

He had a brilliant handle on people, she'd give him that. "You do make me feel different. In a good way." Was she that transparent? But he was right as she'd never let anyone come this close to her in years.

Their teeth clicked as he nuzzled her and kissed up her jawline. "It's a little selfish but it turns me on knowing I get the real you."

She rolled her eyes and laughed. "Why doesn't that surprise me?"

"Seriously though, look at you. You're a strong successful woman who had a hard knock but it didn't stop you did it. You came here and started a new life."

Well, that wasn't entirely true but for the most part it was. "I guess."

"So let go and relax with me."

"Oh yeah? You think so huh?"

"Yup. I'm good for you." His teasing melted away and his kiss took over. He drew her in with barley inches between their bodies. They both closed their eyes and enjoyed the simplicity of the moment. The shiver raced down her spine as the kiss broke. Jon made her believe that moving on was possible and that she really could be happy in the end despite all odds.

She smiled as he held her and hummed an old Sinatra tune against her ear.

He had anchored her in the middle of his deep blue sea.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Business & Bliss

"Prepare to be dazzled." Jon called from inside the mini-fridge as he set up their snack on a tray, he'd ordered a few supplies for the yacht trip from various Soho deli's and a few of his favourite Manhattan  restaurants. All he had the responsibility of doing was re-heating it. Fortunately the first course was sushi so it didn't require a culinary qualification to prepare even for serving.  He popped the cork of the wine, poured two glasses of wine and picked up the tray and waited for an even swell before carrying it back into the bed.

"First course is served." He grinned as she sat upright against pillows in the middle of the king-sized bed with a sheet swaddled around her body.

"I feel like a queen."

"And so you should, but remember," he handed her the wine and kissed the top of her head, "I'm still the king."

She giggled and took a sip. "Oh, sushi. And when did you have time to prepare this delicacy?" She reached and popped a piece in her mouth.

"I told you, I don't cook and I sure as hell can't make sushi. This is from the place down at the end of Mercer." He reached for the salmon and dipped it into some soy. "Really good stuff."

"I love sushi. In fact, any seafood," she purred as she took another piece.

"Then you'll love the main course."


"You'll see." He armed himself with his wine and leaned back with her against the pillows. The windows in the bedroom were almost at sea level so the view was better than any water feature money could buy. He was pleased she was so happy being out here with him and there was this indefinable feeling around her. Nothing he could define, it just was.

When he'd met Dorothea things hadn't been this easy. Okay, so things were different when teenage hormones got involved at the start. But even during their happiest years, he’d never felt so content. He was older now, wiser was definitely in the maybe column, but he knew women. Hell, he surrounded himself with them in his various organizations, but none of them had inspired even a trace of what Devon had inspired in such a short amount of time.

In fact, she kept him so content that he'd barely had a chance to think about the last meeting with the band. The guys were happy to re-group and get some songs tested out in the studio, well most were. David had been off the entire day. So when Jon had approached him after their session, to make sure things were ok at home or find out any concerns he might have, his response had thrown him.

David was having a lot of second thoughts during the break. The notion still niggled at him as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Did I lose you?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry. I was just thinking."

"About Dorothea's partner on their vacation?" She asked softly.

He grinned and took her hand. "No. To be honest, I hadn't had time to think about that. Some band business came up this week and took me by surprise."

"Oh? Do you want to talk about it?"

He winced. He honestly only usually discussed anything about the band with the guys themselves, Matt or Obie. Even Dorothea didn't know half of the politics that had gone on in his band over the years. Devon was so easy to talk to, and when they were in this stripped down mode it was even easier. "I really didn't want to bring it up, but I guess it's bugging me."

The scent of candy lingered as she leaned in and kissed his shoulder. "Then tell me. Maybe it will help just to talk it out. You've done so much for me already business wise." He closed his eyes as her kisses fluttered up his shoulder and along the curve of his neck.

"That's not going to get me talking. That'll get me doing something else." He turned his head and their faces were inches apart. The deep blue of her eyes rivalled the sea outside and her lips were soft and inviting.

"Tell me,” she said softly. “You're all tense. Do you want me to massage it out of you?"

He lifted his brow. He wasn't about to say no to that, not with her magic hands. "Deal." They re-positioned themselves and he lay flat on his stomach. The sound of a case unzipping behind him lifted his head. "What are you doing?"

"Just getting some oil. I told you, I came prepared."

He smirked. He liked the sound of that. "Should I be worried?"


He didn't have to see her to know that sly grin was plastered on her face. He groaned as she straddled his back just above his ass with a knee on each side of his waist. Her heat was pressed against his skin, wet and warm. "Good God, you're going to kill me aren't you?"

"Just ignore that I'm naked and relax. Therapy is in session."

Yeah right. Like I'm about to do that.

She smoothed her lubed hands up the centre of his back and circled out over his shoulder blades. "Oh, fuck," He mumbled into the pillow, "that feels great."

"See? The oil will heat as the more I touch you, so don't be alarmed.” She leaned close to his ear, her voice a purr. “It's meant to."

"What's in it? It smells like you raided the cold cabinet."

"Tea Tree and Eucalyptus, silly. Now relax."

Her thumbs dug in down against his spine and a deep growl bubbled in his throat. "Holy crap. What are you doing to me?" He cringed, it was good pain but it was still pain.

"Deep tissue. I'm going to unravel you from the outside in."

<i>Gee, can I do that to you too?
She leaned forward and pressed against him, her breath hot against his ear. She kissed his temple. "So, what's going on?"

He closed his eyes and sank further into the mattress. Dammit. She knew what she was doing, good thing this wasn't some kind of inquisition or she'd win hands down.  "David's been having some doubt about his future in the band."

Her hands stopped and her fingertips dug in at the top of his shoulders. "Has that happened before?"

Jon groaned as she went deeper on his shoulders. "Yeah, he's always been a little annoyed with the way the business is set up. I'm the one running it and they are my employees."

She snorted. "Why doesn't that surprise me?"

"Hey! It's good business."

"Relax, I was teasing. Of course it is. So it's always been like this? This arrangement?"

"Pretty much. I run the band, I own the band. It’s simple as that. They're paid very well."

"I'd never have known that, honestly. You are a very smart man then aren't you?"

"You're only figuring that out now? Ow!" He laughed as she jabbed him in the side. More liquid squirted on the centre of his back and as predicted his skin was hot under her touch from the self-heating oil.

"So, what does David want you to do?"

"Well, nothing.” Jon sighed. “He knows I'm not going to change it now. I'm just worried he'll bail before the record is done and then there is the tour to think about of course."

"Would you go on without him, if it came to that?"

Jon sighed, he could. There was nothing in the contract to suggest he couldn't. But hell, he knew it wouldn't be right. "No, but I don't want to let the guys down either. I think his marriage is causing all this doubt as well but he won't let the subject come up with us. I'll have to try talking to him again."

"I don't think you should do that."

"You don't?" He asked a little sharper than he intended.

"No, give him space. Even if he doesn't come around in the first few weeks or even months. Give him the time to work through it."

"That's not how I do things.""

"I know it's not, so it's probably time to you tried."

He frowned. He couldn't be too hard on her as she had only five minutes of background on the subject and even if she was actually right in her thinking, he wasn't about to admit it to her. "I run a tight ship."

"Yes, you do. And this isn't about being tight, Jon. David's probably lost his identity at a guess."

He relaxed and God damn if that didn't at least make a little sense.

"You think I'm right don't you? But you'll never say."

"No, I don't." He sulked and paused. Maybe it was exactly what David needed. He was already casting his next Broadway play and the first one had gone pretty well and he was already into his second. Being his own boss probably had given him perspective. Jon thought it was ridiculous if that was what was wrong as David already had his own identity within Bon Jovi and he was a Class-A keys man. Hell, Jon always made it a point to tell him that, so what the hell was the problem? He gave those guys more money that they knew what to do with. But it wasn't the money and Jon knew it.

"Dammit." Jon mumbled. "If you're grinning like a know-it-all, you're in big trouble missy."

"Moi? I would do no such thing."

He could hear the smile in her voice. In one swift move he rolled, sending her flying into the bed and quickly covered her with his own body. He linked his hands in hers and pinned them to the bed.

"You’re a piece of work aren’t you? You’re just lucky you’re pretty." His lips hovered over hers and his gaze locked with hers.

The corners of her mouth twitched. "So, I was helpful then?"

"The massage was, yes." He smirked, watching the pout form right before his eyes. "Yes, you were." He kissed her sweetly, letting the taste of the wine linger between them. He shifted his knee between her legs and brought it up. Her blond hair was mussed around her face and her lips were pink and completely kissable. "Devon, you make more sense to me than anyone or anything in a long time."

She smiled with her eyes first and she kissed him. "Me too. I’m glad you talked it out with me." She paused. “Is that what you wanted to ask me?” She tensed for a moment under him.

"Actually no, that wasn't it. Steph's school prom is soon. I was going to ask you if you could do her hair and make-up."

"Ah…” She blinked up at him, fumbling for her words. “I mean sure. I'd love to. You know, if you think that's ok."

“What did you think I was going to ask you?”

She relaxed under him and grinned. “With you, I never know. You’re just full of surprises.”

He chuckled and let her hands go and cupped her chin. "I want you to meet my children. Steph will love you. Hell, you're like a teenage girl's dream with your setup."

"Are you sure they will be ok with it?"

"Dorothea's moved on. They'll probably be happy I have finally to." He didn't introduce any of the women that he'd dated to his kids in the last couple of years. They knew he saw women, he was always photographed with them but they always were told they were just friends, adult friends as his son Jesse would quip him. He had no doubt that they would be ok with it and Devon's sweet nature would win them over.

"Wow, then I'd love to help."

"Great, she'll be thrilled. Now onto other business. His slid up her body and cupped her breast. Her lips parted and she took a sharp breath in as he teased her nipple with his the pad of his thumb.

"Maybe I should massage you..." his hands slid between the bunched cotton and her legs until he found her heat.

"Jon." She whispered as her fingers teased the hair at the nape of his neck.

He circled her clit and her body shuddered under his. He loved watching her fall apart under him. It was the sexiest thing he'd ever fucking seen. His mouth laid claim to her neck and he kissed down her shoulder to her breast. Her skin was supple and soft with all the potions she used on it. His tongue curled around her nipple and she gasped and her fingers threaded through his hair. She arched under him and begged him for more. His cock was hard and it already dripped with anticipation of being buried deep inside her.

She wriggled under him, desperate to take the movements higher, harder but he held her and enjoyed the taste of her. Her juices ran down his hand and a knot in his stomach grew until all he craved was the taste of her. He lifted his head and nosed along her neck and back up to her mouth. His chest was heavy and he needed to make her come.

"Make me come." She moaned as she twisted under his relentless flicks and he nipped her chin.

"Devon, you're driving me fucking crazy."

She hiccupped as he felt her tightened around his hand. "Oh fuck."

"Tell me how you want me to make you come."

"With your mouth." She growled as she bowed her head back. "With your mouth."

He snickered as he left her and his teeth scraped over the curves of her body down to her centre. His tongue teased the outside of her slit as she got louder. He briefly wondered how sound-proof the cabin was but the pre-cum that oozed from his cock soon dismissed any other thoughts from his head except her naked body under the command of his mouth. She grabbed her breasts but he pushed her hands away.

"Hands on the railing above your head or I stop."

She whimpered, but obeyed and his gaze trailed up her body and locked with hers. He licked and his tongue swirled around her swollen clit. Her hips rose off the bed as she desperately tried to ease the pressure.

Her breasts bobbed as she tried to fuck his mouth but he kept the orgasm out of reach with enough that the tease was unbearable. "Yes, God... yes...”

“I’m in control, do you understand?”

She nodded furiously then tipped her head back exposing her neck. “Yes.”

Jon reached down to his aching cock and groaned as he pumped it, he didn’t think he could last much longer. He flicked his tongue across her slit and slid two fingers inside her. She drove him crazy as her sweet juices dripped down his chin.

“Jesus, Jon.” She gasped as she started to shake. The tiny beads of sweat ran down between her breasts.

“Don’t come yet.”

She bit her lip and moaned. “I’m so close.”

He lifted her leg over his shoulder as he moved in closer and changed the angle in which he assaulted her clit.

“Not yet.” He murmured against her sensitive wet skin.


“Hold it.”

“God, please…Jon.” Tears streaked down her cheeks and he plunged his fingers in with a force that she exploded around him. Her body gave out and he rode the orgasm with her pumping out every drop of pleasure he could from her.

His shaft was tight and wet, and the minute he got inside her he’d come.

“Fuck, I hate you.” She collapsed into a heap with a half giggle.

He crawled up her sticky body and lay flat against her. He pressed his lips to hers and swallowed her shallow breaths. He pushed back her hair which was stuck in threads across her face. “You love how crazy I make you feel.”

“I should refuse your cock for an arrogant statement like that but too bad it’s true.”

He slid into her and she closed around him like a fist. “You couldn’t if you even tried.” He moved inside her with slow long strokes scraping at the last of the self-control he had left. “Fuck.” He muttered as she brought her leg up over his hip and he sank deeper.

Her nails dug into his shoulders and she angled herself up against the pillows and held herself as he pumped her. He dipped his head down and feathered his lips on her nipples knowing they were still sensitive. He curled his tongue around the tip of her nipple and smirked as she moaned.

“When I do that.” His mouth covered her ear as he bucked. “When I lick your tits, can you feel in the heart of your pussy?”

“Oh god.”

“Can you?”

“Yes!” Her fingers scraped down his arms and he exploded inside her. His skin buzzed with the orgasm as she grabbed his ass.

“Again. Make me come again.” She panted.

He sat up on his knees and dragged her with him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Her breasts dangled at his mouth, her rosy tips all swollen and hard. He clutched her hips and lifted her off his cock and shouted as he slammed her back down on it. She took over the rhythm and rode above him now in control of the penetration and depth.

Skin slapped against skin and sweat poured down his temples. He tipped his head back and squeezed his eyes shut. “Fuck.”

She came and screamed her way through the orgasm and he gave her everything he had left before they crumpled into a pile on the bed.

He rolled his head over and faced her. Her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen but she was still the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. He cupped her cheek and they kissed gently, no words needed. He lay back as she twisted herself around him and laid her cheek on his chest.

“Amazing.” He panted moments before sleep threatened to claim him.

“Why thank you.”

He chuckled and tugged her in close as they fell into a deep sleep. "Smart ass."

"I learned from the best."

Friday, September 9, 2011

Chapter Twenty-Six: We Own The Night

The yacht's main cabin was surprisingly spacious inside. The brushed wooden interior stretched around the walls and the mini-kitchen had granite counter tops with gold fittings. No luxury had been spared. The plush carpet sank under her jandal's and the cabin itself stretched out into two main two areas. The living area and mini-kitchenette was paired with double doors that led into a bedroom with a small bathroom. She sighed. The gentle swell under your feet and the sound of the water lapping at the side of the boat was to die for and she knew it came at a price.

"Wow, this is just-wow." Her fingers ran down the silky drapes on the rectangular windows that looked out to ribbons of blue as far as the eye could see.

Jon stowed their bags away in the closet and grinned. "Not bad huh?"

Her lips curved as she brushed her fingertips along the smooth granite in the kitchenette. "Not bad so says the rock-star." She stopped at the small bar fridge set snugly in the corner but he grabbed her.

"Uh-uh...that's for later." He twirled her in his grasp and his fingers teased the curls at the bottom of her hair. 

"Much later." His lips hovered over hers and the boat shuddered shifting their balance. He laughed and smoothed his hands down her arms. "I guess this means we're taking off."

"Setting sail silly, we're not a plane."

"Ok captain but you can pilot my plane anytime though." She screwed her nose up and he laughed.

"God that was cheesy."

"No kidding and you write songs for living?" She teased. "Can we go and watch on the deck?"

"Sure you go up and I'll be there in a few."

Devon smiled and climbed back up. From the deck, the boat had launched away from the wharf and the sea-breeze tickled through her hair. The front of the boat had a wide polished deck area with steel railings that over-looked the ocean ahead. The cries of the gulls above her and the sea spray dusting her arms were just perfect. The sun had started to melt into the sky bleeding bands of orange and red into the horizon rivaling any Hollywood movie set.

Was she lucky? Hell yes, who would have thought two weeks ago she would be standing on a yacht heading for the great unknown. She was right, she did feel so free already. They gained knots and soon the landscape was post-card size as they headed out into the ocean. She took a deep breath and smiled. She jumped as a pair of arms looped around her waist from behind and pressed her gently into the railing.

"Beautiful isn't it?" She asked him as she rubbed her hands over his.

"Yes, it is." He murmured and she shuddered as his lips covered her ear. She groaned as his lips buzzed on her neck and he held her firmly in his grasp.

"God." Her fingers curled around the railing as his mouth slid lower and his tongue swirled around her clavicle. His breath was warm in contrast with the cool salty spray that was coating her arms. His hand left hers and her breath hitched as he rubbed down her jeans and subtly inside her thigh. It was like a cocktail of senses, his touch, the smell of the ocean, and the sound of the world rushing past her ears as they left the real world behind.

What really was there that was more perfect? She stuffed down the doubt that crept in. Not here, not now. She was taking this moment and she was taking it indulgently with no guilt.

"I've only got one regret about this." His teeth scraped across her shoulder as she struggled to comprehend words.

"Oh?" His fingers pressed on her heat and even through the protection of denim she wanted to crumble.

"That I made you wear jeans." He growled as he popped open her top button.

Her hand lurched onto his. "What about Bob? Won't he see or-" God, was she really asking him to stop this delicious assault on a backdrop of luxury? She was nuts.

"He won't. Besides..." Two fingers slid against her jeans and his fingertips grazed the top of her mound. "It's more fun this way. We're being naughty. Don't you want to be naughty Devon?" He flexed one finger further down so it tickled her clit. "Or are you chicken?" His lips were hot against the sensitive skin of her ear.

She lurched forward and clutched the rail. "Oh god."

"Close your eyes." His free hand brushed over her bare shoulder and cupped her breast. His thumb swiped over her nipple and it hardened through the thin cotton of her tank.

She slammed her eyes shut and his lips danced around the shell of her ear. "Do you want me? Do you want this?"

She cried out into the ocean. "Yes." She rolled her lip under her teeth and his finger circled her clit causing her to shudder. "Yes." It was barely a whisper as it came out. He was killing her in the slowest delicious way.

"I can't hear you."

Her nipple tingled as his thumb rolled around its peak. "Yes." Her breath lodged in her throat as the bolt of pleasure tingled down to her toes and his lips scraped down her neck.

"Louder." His growl vibrated on her throat and she ground against his hand. The wind hit her face as she tipped her head back against his shoulder and surrendered to him.

"Jon, please." She knew begging was wasted on this man, he lived for this. He drove her crazy and to the edge and he thrived on it. The tell-tale bulge pressed into the small of her back, he was just as horny as he intent on making her. The heat crackled between them as the cool breeze swirled around them.

"Tell me you want me." His voice dripped with sin.

Her eyes fluttered closed as the sweet release dangled in front of her. "I want you."

"Like you mean it."

"God-Jon!” Frustration built as her mind battled with her body pushing, urging her to the edge that he masterfully had her teetering on. She ground her teeth together. Son of a bitch, the more she tried the more it faded from her grasp. She closed her eyes and tried to clog her brain with images of him coming under her, or over her and let the mental groan of his voice stir her from inside. So good, so close but it wasn't enough. 

His thumb grazed along her clit with a butterfly touch before he withdrew his hand completely. His laugh poured over her like thick dark sinful chocolate. "That's not an answer."

She squirmed in his grasp and turned to face him, his eyes popped with colour from surprise. She cupped his face and crashed his mouth down onto hers. His hands threaded through her hair and he tipped her head back letting the kiss go deeper. His tongue circled hers and the groan from her throat surged and exploded in their mouths. She kissed him hungrily and let her hands slide down his taut body so her palms were flat on his stomach. She'd started the kiss but his sexual command once again had taken power. 

Devon pulled back and his teeth scraped down over the sensitive spot at the base of her neck and her knees buckled. He was winning the war and Oh God how she wanted to give in, slide to the floor and let him fuck her blind. But she had a point to prove.

She ran her hand down the bugle in his jeans and ran her thumb nail along the outline of his cock. He hissed, raised his brow and stopped. He was curious what was next. She beckoned him closer with her fingers and let her lips hover over his ear as he did. "I want you and I'll pull off your jeans and suck your cock right here, right now if that's what it'll take to prove that to you."

Her gaze flicked up to his, fire curled in her belly as she lay the gauntlet down.

His eyes were dark against the sunset and his lips curled. "What about Bob?"

With her hand still firmly on his cock, she squeezed it gently until he moaned. "He can enjoy the show then, can't he?"

Jon growled and she knew she'd taken the power back. He caged her in against the railing one hand of his on each side of her. "You're a bad girl Devon. You make me want to do very bad things to you."

She cocked her brow and her heart beat steadily against her ribs. "Well, what are you waiting for?" She may have as well have let the lion free from his cage with a statement like that. She knew he’d run with it and never look back.

He puffed out his chest and held his head high. "I'm deciding whether to make you suffer and have you scream for the longest orgasm you’ll ever have to wait for or, fuck you blind right here, right now." His mouth was inches from hers. The sun had long melted with just the silhouette of the horizon left in front of them.

Her fingers popped his jean fly open and she slid her hand inside his jeans, curling her fingers around his shaft. "I choose door number two."

He spun her around and the wind smashed into her face. He tugged her jeans down and lifted each foot out of them. She shuddered as he pressed up against her, the tip of his cock teasing her opening at the bottom of her ass. His hand cupped her breast and his thumb circled her nipple sending small bolts of pleasure right down to her fingertips. "Tell me how it feels when I enter you."

She cried out as he slid his cock into her, the pure sensory overload was like a drug hit. "You feel..." He ground against her and he filled her completely. His spare arm snaked around her belly and his mouth rested against her ear. "So, good." She panted. It was all she could manage as the intoxicating ride began.

His mouth fused to her neck as he drove into her harder and faster. "Are you going to cum?"

Sweat poured down her temples as she gripped the railing to keep upright. "Oh shit...God." She was close and he was tight inside her as he punched in the last inch.

"Now, come now." She whimpered as his breath was hot and heavy against her ear.


His thumb found her sweet spot and her whole body screamed.

Her body bowed back as she let the pleasure wash over her. Her toes curled and her skin was alight with every sensation. "Yes." She moaned as if she'd finally been given what she'd been deprived of. He grabbed her hips and plunged inside her pushing her over the edge into oblivion sweeter than a summer rainstorm. 

The second orgasm sucker punched through her and she cried out as she felt him go behind her. Their bodies slammed together and with a shout and one last time he filled her and let himself release.

His arms wrapped around her and held her as they came back down. His nose pressed against her cheek and her breathing wavered as the orgasm rolled through her. The heat faded and the chill swept in quickly as she shivered. Holy fucking hell.

"Can we go inside?"

He kissed her temple. "Of course we can."

She sighed and draped her arm up around his neck as he lifted her. She curled into his chest as he carried her down the narrow stairs into their private cabin. "Need food." She mumbled.

"Damn right you do, because round two is coming your way shortly."

His eyebrows wiggled and she laughed. "Well the night is ours, right?" He nodded as her hand stroked his cheek. "Thank you."

"For what?" He rested her gently down on the bed and then joined her. His hands ran up her arms and they lay on their sides and met in a sweet kiss.

"Just this.  Just everything." She closed her eyes and let the smile spread on her face and took in the moment. She was pretty sure she was there as her heart was ready to burst.

She was in love with him. 

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