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."

"Huh?"

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.

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