Chapter Fifty-Eight: Right Where We Belong

She breathed a deep sigh of relief as she locked the doors to the salon. It had been quite the day. From the early morning song that slayed her emotionally to the busy bustle of the salon and happy customers, she was ready to drop on her feet. She had promised to head over to Jon’s and spend the night with him, catching up where they had left off.

Things weren’t perfect and she doubt that they would be for a while but she craved his touch and through his touch she drew his strength to help her through what was to be the toughest moment of her life. She still wondered what made him change his mind and regrettably she still wondered how this was going to work but the important thing was that they both wanted to try.

She showered and slipped into a dress with matching shoes. The red ones he’d always loved. She spent an ample amount of time in the bathroom before she was ready to go. A flutter in her stomach was ridiculous at this point as they’d come so far they should have been old hands around each other by now. But, there was something when he looked at her, the way he did that still could tear her apart.

When she knocked on the door of the penthouse she was greeted with the door ripped open, his hand buried in his hair and his cell phone tucked in-between his shoulder. He waved her in and walked away from her towards the windows of the apartment.

“I know that she’s older enough to be seeing him. But Christ he’s a freshman Dorothea. Guys want different things at that age. They’re not content sitting in movie theatres and having quiet nights at home with a DVD.”

She dropped her bag and sat neatly on the couch. It was still scattered in note paper scribbled to high heavens on and balls of screwed up paper.

“I should know, I was one of them. I’m not saying that she shouldn’t see him. I’m saying it should be chaperoned.” He slammed his hand on the table as he faced away from her. “I don’t care if it’s embarrassing she’s my daughter.”

Yikes. While it was amusing that he was over-reacting to obviously Dorothea breaking his daughter’s love life to him, it was endearing as well. Kinda sexy. Was she a bad person for thinking that?

“No. I just saw her yesterday. She didn’t mention any of this to me.”

“I would have not over-reacted!” He shouted.

Devon raised a brow as he turned and looked at her but he looked away again, his face frowny and she stifled a giggle.

“Fine, but this is not over. You’re to call me if they see each other without an adult.”

He hung up and sighed. “Don’t say it.”

She chuckled. “Steph has a boyfriend? By any chance?”

“She’s had boyfriends before but she was thirteen or something. This guy is eighteen.”

“And Daddy isn’t too happy about this?”

He sank into the couch beside her. “No I’m not happy. I was with her yesterday and she didn’t even say anything.”
Devon rolled her eyes. Men could be so stupid sometimes. “You’re her father Jon. She’s not going to tell you--especially when you carry around that invisible shotgun there.” She teased as she rubbed his knee.

He placed his hand on hers and met her gaze. “I’m over reacting aren’t I?”

“Just a little but it’s ok--it’s what makes you, you. What father wouldn’t have high standards for their daughter?” Her face fell as she realized what she’d said. She had certainly exceeded her own father’s douchebag boyfriend expectations.

Jon brought her back into reality by giving her hand a squeeze, “Hey. He would be pretty proud of you now. Dating a rock star millionaire all round good-guy extraordinaire.” He beamed at her and she burst out laughing.

“Jesus. Don’t think much of yourself do you?”

“Nope. Not at all.” He leaned in and the fresh cool scent of him surrounded her. “Good day?”

Her eyes skimmed along his lips and back to his eyes. “It was much better. That song Jon--I can’t stop thinking about it.”

His lips curved. “I played it to Richie today--he loved it. It’s going on the record.”

“Really?”

His lips barely brushed hers. “Uh huh.” His hot breath tickled her skin.

“There’s so much more to say.” She said softly no more than a whisper.

His hand cupped her jaw and his tongue skimmed along the bottom of her lip eliciting a groan from her.

“There is but not tonight. Tonight I need you. I missed you.”

She swallowed as the intensity was all on her. He had this way of making her turn to jelly that nobody else could. “It’s only be a few days.” But it felt like a lifetime.

“In penis years everything is ten times longer.”

She chuckled. “Oh god. Need I ask-” But he didn’t reply, he only kissed her hard and his hand drew her in. The heat poured from his mouth into hers and she closed her eyes.

“Do you need me Devon?” He asked as she tipped her head and his butterfly kisses lined the centre of her throat.

“Yes.” She whispered no more like pleaded.

He kissed along the edge of her collar bone slowly across to the shoulder where the edge of her dress sat. “You look sexy as hell. You know what the red does to me.” His hand shifted up her legs and in-between her thighs as she parted them for him. Tiny pinpricks of sensation rippled over her skin as she shuddered.

“Your legs. Sexy.” His tongue swirled in the dip from her shoulder to her neck.

“Your neck. Perfect.” His tongue slid up the side of her neck and around the shell of her ear. She was teetering on the verge of sanity and torture. His finger tip slid around the lines of her panties and under the elastic.
“Lace. And I bet they’re red. You always like to match.” His throaty whisper was all she heard over the loud hammer of her heartbeat. His fingertips brushed the top of her clit through the lace and she moaned madly.

“You’re wet.” She tipped her head forward and met his mouth. Their tongues wrestled as his finger slid inside her.

“All I care about tonight is us. The rest can wait.”

She nodded already spellbound by lust, he had her and he could have torn her in two if he wanted.

“Oh god.” She breathed against his mouth as she arched forward feeling his finger move inside her.

Her nipples were bullets that stretched through the silk of her dress. Clothes were becoming an inconvenience. Her palm traced over his chest, across his abs and down over his cock. She rubbed it firmly and hissed as his teeth but gently on her lip. He was hard for her and it boiled her blood.

“Come for me.” He whispered as his thumb circled her tiny bundle of nerves and she quivered.

Her hands slid on his face. “I want to feel your skin on mine.” She pleaded but he kept going.

“Oh god.” She panted as came and stole her resolve. “Oh god yes, yes.” She moved with his hand until she was almost there. His teeth scraped along her cheek and his mouth covered her ear.

“Come for me. I need to hear you come for me.”

“Oh shit.” She started to shake.

“Your pussy-mine.” He whispered and she came undone.

She screamed his name as she bowed back and let the orgasm rip through her. He pushed her back on the couch and hovered over her, covering her mouth with his. Her hands shot up into his hair as she kissed him and wrapped her legs around his waist. His erection pressed into her sweet spot and she moaned as he did.
Desperately he tugged her zipper down and slid the dress down with his hands in-between hurried kisses. His eyes drew down to the see-through red lace bra she had chosen and he bit his lip. He reached out and cupped one breast and his thumb brushed over the aching tip.

“Yes...” She hissed as his mouth dipped down in the centre of her breasts and he nosed his way to her left breast. He swallowed the tip, sucking hard through the lace and she slid down into the river of passion. Once she was there she knew there was no going back.

He’d reached inside her and stole her heart but in the process filled her with his own special brand of being. If they could survive this, this is what would help them make it. Their undeniable connection.

He unhooked her bra and his hands splayed around her ribs as his mouth laved her breasts. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him as he devoured her. His eyes blazed as his tongue ran along her nipple, so hard it throbbed like the centre of her. She wriggled and groaned as the endless friction between them spun out of control like a getaway on the freeway.

She wanted to feel him, feel the weight of him on her and the fullness of him inside her. Where she needed him the most. She grasped for the connection, her fingers biting at his shoulders and then up buried in his hair as he made his way up to her. He struggled with his shirt but she helped tug it over his head. Her fingers scraped down through the soft downy chest hair and over his belly for good measure.

“Pants.” His voice was thick as aged whiskey as she unbuckled his pants and wrapped her hand around his shaft. He buckled above her and clenched her inside his knees.

“Fuck me.” His eyes were like fire and his body was like silk covered rock where muscles moved under her hands. She needed him inside her taking her to the place only he could. Her fingers curled into his hair and she dragged him to her mouth as they hung suspended in pleasure. She pumped his cock and their teeth clicked as his primal growl ripped down her throat.

He stood momentarily and kicked off his shoes and then angrily his pants. He knelt above her, and positioned his cock between her legs, between bunched silk and lace that was cast aside. She purred completely as he filled her slowly and wrapped her legs wide around his hips.

Her fingers gripped his skin, sliding down over his hips to the perfect curve of his ass. His hips pressed her hand into the couch and his eyes stayed on her as he began to move. She sipped from his neck until she felt the pulse of him under her tongue. Her tongue followed the splattering of freckles along his shoulder until she hit the superman tattoo on his arm. She outlined the tattoo with the tip of her tongue and gasped as she contracted around his cock.

The intimacy was quiet, the only sounds their hurried pants and soft groans in the room. His mouth found hers and they kissed as drew her hands up to brace around his shoulders. He was as hard as steel on the outside but warm and loving on the inside. This was them, she’d been afraid they’d lost it but he’d come back to her.

The darkness of the night mirrored in his eyes as he softly kissed her nose as he drew her to orgasm, she wanted to let go but she didn’t want this moment of strength and love to end. As long as she had him like this the rest had to work, it just had to. Somehow.

He whispered her name as she drew him into her neck and he exploded inside of her. The sensation of him coming inside of her was like a thousand orgasms. He twined his fingers in hers and held her hands above her head as he sank deeper inside her.

“Godddddddd.”

“I want to watch you come.” His gravelly voice was the last thing she remembered as her body arched and pleasure washed over her. She came too as he slumped on top of her, still inside her. Her fingertips feathered over his back as their breathing steadied and she closed her eyes and smiled.

“I’m old.” He groaned as he stayed tucked in against her shoulder.

“Haven’t you heard the saying, you’re only as old as who you’re banging?”

He choked and laughed and lifted his head looking down at her. “In that case I feel like a thirty five year old.” She stroked his hair back and traced along the soft lines of his face.

“Did I tell you that I loved you lately?”

His smile this time was sleepy and content. “A man can never hear it enough, you know us guys. We want to be important.”

“A man-or just you?” She teased.

He wriggled his arms around her and held her in his embrace. He kissed her gently on the nose. “You’re lucky the last few days are catching up with me. I’d spank you for that.”

“It’s been pretty rough hasn’t it?”

“From where I’m sitting though right now. Worth it.”

They shifted around so she was lying against him, him flat on his back as they drifted into sleep. His hand held her tucked into him around her shoulder as she felt the warm hair on his chest press into her cheek.

“For the record. I do love you too.”