Chapter Seventy-Seven: Love's the Only Rule

“Daddy.” She sighed as she wrapped her arms around her father in the doorway. He was finally here. Finally free and where he belonged. “This has all been a mess. I’m so sorry.” She whispered as she let her Dad’s burly arms wrap her up.

“It’s ok love. It’s over. We’re ok.” He stood back and held her at arm’s length. “Are you ok?”

She nodded. “I’m a little stunned.” She looked out the penthouse windows to the sunny day that was emerging over Manhattan. “I’m not so keen to re-join the real world yet but I know I’ll have to eventually. I kind of like being locked up here.”

Her father reached and tucked a loose end of hair away from her face. “Don’t let this turn you into Rapunzel. You deserve to be out there. You have a life here.”

She closed the door behind him as they walked through and out to the deck. “I miss home but this is my home now.”

“Of course it is. Doesn’t mean we can’t get you out to come and visit. I’m sure your boyfriend can sort out how to get you there.” He teased. “Perhaps not Economy.”

She chuckled. “Things feel weird. I feel so guilty Jared is dead.” She sat on the edge of a lounger as he sat opposite her.

“I know. It’s something I used to struggle with in the police force. Sometimes the bad guy has to die. It doesn’t make what happened right but it was the only choice I had. I couldn’t let him hurt you or Jon.”

She took his hand. “I know, and thank god you were here. Through his whole thing because I don’t know how we would have got on without you.”

“You’re welcome but you would have managed. Look how you’ve managed in the last five years without anyone telling or guiding you. You’ve done brilliantly girl.”

“By default-I had to but thank you. In some ways it was something I had to do as well as the only choice. I had to prove to myself I wasn’t a bad person which is ironic considering I left the country with the money. Does that sound weird?”

“No, it makes sense to me. I never hated you for you what you did Devon. I didn’t understand it completely but I think now I have the hindsight to.”

“It doesn’t made what happened right though?” She asked with a small smile using her father’s same advice.

“No, it doesn’t but it’s done and I’m ready to move on and now you can. Here.”

She twisted her hands. “I miss Mum.” She’d never been super close with her Mum but now that her father was back in her life her memories of her mother were instantly there as they were always so close with each other.

“I know you do sweetie. She’s going to flame my ass for what I’ve done-but she’ll understand and she’ll want to talk to you once I tell her.”

“I hope so. I want a chance to tell her how sorry I am-and how much I’ve missed her.”

“Maybe I’ll just have to bring her back to see your salon.”

She perked up at the thought. “She would love that. I’d be more than happy to pay for you guys to come over and hell, you could stay here or Jon has connections I know he does.”

“I have a feeling we’ll be over for a wedding anyway.” Her father hinted.

She laughed. “Well maybe but I wouldn’t count on that for a while. I’ve given Jon more than enough excitement to last him and he’s got the tour next year.” She knew that would be tough as he’d be gone and she’d just got so used to depending on having him around and in her current state she couldn’t bear the thought.

“Yes, so I’ve heard. If he comes down under I’m sure we can get you through customs somehow.”

“Really?” She asked. She understood the position she was in and her father had done everything he could to conceal what had happened with her so it would be a risk even with her new passport.

He winked. “I’ll work on it.”

She hugged her father again. “I don’t deserve you but god, thank you. I love you Dad. I didn’t say it enough so I’m going to say it now.”

He tucked her head under his chin and stroked her hair. “I love you too Dev. I’m going to head home the day after tomorrow.”

She stood back and looked up. “I understand but please let us pay for you and put you up in Business Class. I won’t have it any other way.”

He shrugged. “Ok. I thought tomorrow we could spend the day together though.”

She beamed. “That would be amazing.”

“You could take me around New York if you felt up to it or we could hang out here.”

“I would love that. I’ll let you know tomorrow how I’m feeling.” Could she do it? Leave the apartment with her father? She felt safe with him so why was it niggling at her heels? “I’m going to miss you.”

“I won’t be far away-you kids with all your technology we can keep in contact regularly. I’ll get to worry about you again, as a real father.”

She laughed as they sat down again. “I feel like I need something else.” It came out of her so naturally but she didn’t understand it.

“Like?”

“I don’t know. I mean not Jon-this life is great. I love him and where we are but I feel like I need to do something. I’ve been so lucky.”

“Maybe you need to talk to Jon about that. I hear he’s a bit of a do-gooder.” Her father teased. “Least that is what Google tells me.”

“He is. He’s amazing and has so many projects he’s across with not only his name like a lot of celebrities do-he gets out there and gets involved.” She thought a little more. Maybe she needed to help others somehow as she was helped immensely by Jon and her father and she’d been so lucky in such an unorthodox situation.

“You’ll figure it out. You always do. Now, how about a cup of coffee for your old man? It’s been a rough night.” He grinned.

“Sure thing Daddy come on in. I’ll make you some lunch.” They walked back in arm and arm and spent the next few hours chatting. Like a father and daughter did.

~

Jon arrived home after the sun had set armed with Chinese and a bottle of chilled Pinot Grigio. It had been a long unexpected afternoon but he’d felt relieved when Devon had texted her father was there and would stay until he got home.

“Honey, I’m home.” He joked as he dropped his keys and off-loaded his coat and wallet. There was no reply so he headed upstairs to the rooftop and smiled as he walked out. Devon was sitting snuggled up in a chair and her father opposite her looking like they have been talking at length. His chest eased when she smiled.

“Hey. I bought Chinese I didn’t know what else we had.”

“Sounds good.”

“Hey Richard.”

Richard got up. “I should get home. It’s been a long day.”

“Are you sure? You don’t have to leave because I got home...” Jon frowned. “There is plenty here to eat.”

Richard patted his arm. “No, you both need to relax. I’m spending the day with Devon tomorrow again before I fly back home the next day.”

“Can we sort you out for the flights at least?” Jon asked.

“Devon has already offered and that would be lovely if it’s not too much trouble.”

“Hell-no--is there anything else you need?” He eyed Devon. “Can I walk you out?” He asked Richard quietly.

“Sure son.” Richard nodded and gave his daughter a hug.

“I’ll see your dad out and get some wine glasses. Dig in and I’ll be back ok babes?” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“Sure. I’m very comfortable here.”

Jon laughed. “Good. I’ll come back out in a few.”

Jon grabbed his organizer from the table as he walked Richard to the door. “Was she ok today?”

“She’s a bit shaken up--she’s feeling some guilt and apprehension for going out but that is pretty normal from what she went through. We had some good long chats.”

“Are you sure? She called a few times today when she was waiting for you and I felt awful.”

“You’re doing fine son. Seriously just be there for her. If it gets worse - get her to see someone but I have a feeling she’ll bounce back.”

Jon blew out his breath and raked his hand through his hair. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay longer? I can put you up-you could stay here?”

“I’d love to but I need to get home. Devon’s mother has no idea about all this and I need to tell her. She’s going to kill me for it but at least I can now say it’s over and Devon is safe.”

“Will she want to see Devon?”

“She might. Once she calms down. Devon is keen on coming home but honestly I need to check out a few things to make sure it’s not risky for her to come in.”

“Of course. Just say the word if you both want to come back I’ll cover the expense. Seriously.”

“That’s very generous Jon. You’re a good man.” They both shook hands.

Jon opened his organizer and slid out his cheque book. “I want to pay for this now though. And I’m not taking no for an answer. You’ve done so much for us.”

“Devon already offered the Business class flights. It’s more than enough.”

Jon scrawled a cheque and ripped it off and handed it to him. “Please take it. I know how much money travel costs and this is to just get you back safely and take your wife on a holiday.”

Richard’s gaze dropped to the cheque and back to his. “Jon - this is twenty thousand dollars.”

“Take it. Please. I won’t accept no, you saved our lives for Christ sake. I’m through his unscathed, my family is safe and the woman I love is safe and she has her father back. It’s the very least I can do Richard.” He knew Richard was like him in some ways, stoic and proud and didn’t easily accept help.

Richard took it and shook his head. “You still didn’t need to but I’ll take it as I’m going to have to take my wife on one hell of a cruise after I tell her this.”

Jon laughed. “When Devon wants to go outside, I’ll be taking her to St Barth’s. I can’t wait to get her there.”

“I just bet. Don’t push her. She will come around. Patience is the hardest thing with women but trust me if you have it - it will pay off and is worth it in the end. Of course it sucks. But it’s worth it.”

“Amen to that.” Jon replied feeling his shoulders relax.

“Ok talk to you later. Look after my daughter.” He said sternly with a wink and rested his hand on his shoulder.

Jon sighed and closed the door behind him and jumped as Devon stood there with her arms crossed.

“Jesus Devon.” He said rubbing his chest.

“Relax. I wasn’t spying. I just wanted to see how long you’d be as it’s getting cold.” She smiled as he tugged her in, breathing in the sweetness of her scent once more.

“You heard it huh?”

“Thank you for looking after him. He deserved it.” She fingered his collar and kissed him gently on the lips.

“Something we agree on then.”

“Uh huh.” She kissed him again and he groaned as his worries melted away. Well almost.

“Are you ok?”

“Not really.” She punctuated his kiss as she walked him back into the living room.

“Oh?” He asked as her hands found his belt buckle. “What about the food that was getting cold?” As her clever little hands delved into his pants and he groaned as her fingertips grazed the top of his cock.

“No underwear, again?”

His lips grazed across her cheek bone as his hand slid down to her breast. “Nope. Got a problem with that?” His thumb found her nipple as it popped through the cotton. He lifted her with his hand under her ass and her legs wrapped around his waist as he walked her towards the den.

She peeled her top off as he slid her onto his desk at the edge. Her breasts spilled from a lacy red bra that he couldn’t take his eyes off.

“God. Hot.” He complained as he enunciated the t deliberately.

“I like lace. What can I say?” She asked as unbuttoned his shirt and slid her hands in against his chest.

“So do I.” He nosed against her breast and his mouth sucked the tip through the lace until she gasped. Pleased with her reaction he caught her nipple in his teeth and bit down gently, she quivered in his arms.

Her leg clamped over his hip and his cock hardened as he kissed up the long line of her neck. He whispered against her skin as her hands slid over his ass and cupped it. She jumped as his ass pocket vibrated and they both giggled as he ignored it and kicked his pants off.

“Don’t want to answer it?” She murmured as he held her close and kissed her fingers as they ran over his lips.

“Nope. The only person I care if they call is right here, right now.” His mouth found the sweet spot below her ear and she purred as he dragged her in and hiked up her skirt. He thumbed along the panty line and sneaked a peek down. “I should have known they’d match.”

His cock bumped against her entrance but her hand stalled him as it pressed into his chest. His heart pounded against her hand as they stared at each other, appreciating the moment for what it was. Pure intimacy. She needed him and he sensed it. And he would never stop needing her.

He cupped her jaw and kissed her swiftly as he entered her. She cried out and gripped his shoulders as moved inside her. The desk banged against the wall as he grunted, keeping her close. His hand slid down over her flat belly and his thumb rubbed against the tiny little knot of nerves.

“Oh god.” She tipped her head back and he became mesmerized watching her breasts bounce with each thrust he took. Her tight little body, so perfect, so sexy and he wanted it all. Pens and folders tumbled as their love-making turned up a notch.

He rolled out of her and watched himself slide back into her fully. His eyes crossed and his butt muscles clenched. He lifted his thumb to his lips and licked it garnering the warm salty taste of her. “I love the taste of you.”

“I need more of you.” She pleaded.

He lifted her from the desk and crash dived them both onto the leather couch with him settling on top. He lifted her foot onto his shoulder, kissed her calve and slid deeper inside her. She clamped around him and he drove through the spikes of pleasure and whispered her name.

“More?” He asked against her ear as his hand slid down her leg and up the side of her body.

“More.” She requested as her hand clawed into his shoulder blade.

“Devon!” He grunted but was willing to keep going.

Her fingers brushed through his chest hair and over his nipples giving them a gentle tug as he gasped. Sweat poured down his temples, skin slid between skin as the moment built.
She screamed and reached her hand up around his neck and arched into him as she came around him. “Oh god, oh god.” And her body shook under him.

“Yes!” He spilled deep inside her as his senses popped and the wave of contented pleasure swept over him. He slumped down over her and his fingers linked in hers. His thumb traced around the faded angry red band on her wrist. He smiled as he caught his breath. “They’re going away.”

She snuggled into him and sighed. “Slowly.”

“Hey, if that’s all ya got. That’s what I’ll take. Slowly, k?” He asked as he pressed his lips against hers.

“Ok.” She agreed as she fingered the chain around his neck. “I want to be normal again Jon.”

He chuckled. “You are normal. I’d be worried if you weren’t affected.”

“I want to get past this. I do. I want to go back to living our lives.”

“Good-because I have big plans for our lives.” He rolled onto his side so she was cradled into him.

“Beginning with re-heated Chinese?” She asked as she grinned up at him.

He tapped her on the nose. “You got it.” Maybe it was time to make a bigger move. She needed to move on and she wanted to so who would he be if he couldn’t help her? He’d have to give that one some thought.

Chapter Seventy-Six: Patience

Devon scraped the knife after smearing two bagels with cream cheese and jam. Carefully she poured two coffees and carried them back up to the bedroom. The sun was streaming into the penthouse and the day looked spectacular. The niggle in her belly told her she should have been out in it but she couldn’t even contemplate it.

It would go away. She was sure. But the feeling of dread that crept over her skin every time she thought about leaving the apartment was real. Jared was dead reminded herself.

Jon was propped up in bed, on the phone, with the sheet pooled around his waist. He grinned when she walked in.

“I’ll tell her that. She just walked in. I will. Thanks, Richard.”

“That was Dad?” She asked laying the tray down.

“He only had a minute. He’s still in custody and he’s had his statement taken. We don’t have to give one. Richard will be released this afternoon.”

“What? How?” She breathed in relief.

“He gave the statement that he came to New Zealand to protect you. He knew Jared had followed you over here after differences in the case.”

“Differences?” Devon asked as she sat on the side of the bed. “You mean I ran and he got jailed.”

“They don’t know that. They contacted the New Zealand Police. Remember, your father covered it up.”

She covered her face. “I should be grateful for that. I know I am...”

“Devon. It’s over. What’s done is done. He’s free and acquitted on self-defense. It’s over. We’re ok.”

She stood and paced by the windows. “I don’t—t’s over?” Confusion muddled her brain. It didn’t feel right.

Jon patted the side of the bed. “Yes. C’mere. And serve me that breakfast.”

She climbed back onto the bed and slid the tray over. It was de-ja-vu all over again. Jon rubbed her arm and she managed a small smile.

“You found bagels in my house?” He picked up one of the halves and crunched into it.

“I did. It’s over?” She asked again.

Jon laughed. “Yes. Your father is fine. He’ll be around later to visit. He can’t wait to see you.”

Her Daddy was safe. And he’d saved her--them both. Again. She poured a coffee and laid back into the pillows beside him. It felt strange.

“You ok?”

She nodded. “Of course. I guess I didn’t expect it to work out. I never expected anything to work out and it keeps on doing it. Does that sound weird?”

“Not at all. We’re good people Devon. We deserve happy endings. I haven’t worked my ass off to get anything less than that.”

She took a quiet sip. “I guess not.”

Jon reached over to the bedside. “I believe this belongs to you.”

She looked down and saw the ring he’d given her in the palm of his hand. “The stairwell.” Her heart beat faster. “I pulled it off as he grabbed me.” She closed her eyes and tried to block it out.

“And I found it. Things that are meant to be with each other have a habit of always coming back.” He slid it onto her right ring finger. “Including you and me. That and you make good coffee, so you can stay.”

She rested her hand on his and forced a little laugh. “You always did like my coffee.” Jon’s phone buzzed, he lifted it and frowned.

“Work stuff?”

“It can wait,” he said. “I’ll call them later on.”

“You’re supposed to be recording this week aren’t you? God.”

“Hey, it’s ok. A few days isn’t going to hurt.”

She knew he’d do anything for her--that was the problem. She was so happy to have him here, but also knew she was keeping him from his duties. “If you have to pop out--just for a bit--It’s ok.”

His phone buzzed again and he cleared it and scratched his head. “I need to meet with the studio. It would only be for a couple of hours. Maybe when you’re father is here I can do that. So you’re not alone.”

“I’m not crazy,” she snapped. “Sorry. I didn’t mean that.” God. She was losing it.

“I know you’re not, Dev. You’ve been through hell.”

“Dad can stay with me. I’ll be fine. It’s ok.”

He paused and looked at her before tapping his phone. “It won’t be long. I’ll need to reset my dates and target times and then it’ll be done. We weren’t going to be here anyway. We were supposed to be on a tropical island.”

“Because of me again.” She sighed.

“You’re a silly girl sometimes, Miss Devon. You oughta know by now I do this because I love you. Not because I have to.”

She leaned in and kissed him gently. “I honestly don’t know how I would have done all this without you. Which is scary for me. I’m so used to doing everything alone.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you don’t have to anymore. And neither do I.”

“This is it huh?” She asked as her chest eased. Her living with Jon and living happily ever after. Just like that. It seemed a little too surreal.

He smiled broadly and rolled into her. She sank down into the pillows, his weight a welcome pressure. He pushed back her hair and kissed her forehead. “And is that so bad? Just you and me?” She giggled as he kissed her once. “Oh, and my crazy life. But you’re used to that by now.”

“I think I gave you a run for your money on the crazy.” She smoothed her hands over his shoulders and her thumbs drifted over the faded ink of his tattoos. “You know what they say…you attract what you are.”

She slapped his arm lightly. “Watch it!”

His eyes searched hers before he chuckled.

“What?” She asked.

“It can wait.” His hand slid up her thigh, silk bunching in his hand and lifted her leg over his hip.

She tipped her head back and groaned as he kissed down the arch of her neck. Her nipples pricked as the friction between his chest hair and her tips made her tingle. It was so easy to dive right in and make him make her forget and feel safe again that she didn’t give it a second thought.

~

Jon double checked the door locks as he left the penthouse before heading downtown to the studio. Richie was already there waiting for him. He stepped out onto the pavement and thanked his driver.

Richie didn’t usually come with him to studio meetings, but he figured since Richie was in town he’d use the support. As usual, Richie was more than eager to help out.

“Hey, man.” He slapped a handshake with Richie, leaned in and patted his back. “Thanks, Rich. Sorry this week has been a mess.”

Richie frowned. “Seriously. Don’t sweat. How is Devon doing anyway?”

Jon shrugged. “Okay, I think. She’s happy to be home.” Jon checked his watch. “We’ve got five minutes, wanna grab a coffee?”

“Sure.” Richie fell into step with him as they walked down to Starbucks.

“You don’t sound convinced. She has to be pretty messed up after being kidnapped like that though, right?”

“Of course she is. It’ll take her a few days to come around and get back to normal.”

Richie held the door open for him and smiled as a couple of girls giggled as they walked out. “Right. And you? You’re all good?”

Jon raised his brow and stepped in after Richie. “Yeah, I’m good. I’m just a little worried about her. She’s a little clingy, but that’s gotta be normal.”

“You don’t do clingy, Jon.” Richie leaned over and ordered their coffees.

Jon chuckled. “No, but she’ll come around. I don’t mind being the strong one. It’s the least I can do for her.”

Jon’s phone beeped. “Speaking of which.” A text from Devon. Her father hadn’t shown up yet. Jon quickly tapped back that he was sure her dad would be there very soon and to relax. Maybe it was a bad idea leaving her alone.

“She okay?”

“Yeah. Her father is coming over shortly. She’ll be fine.”

“Thank God he was with you guys. It could have been a completely different ending otherwise.”

Jon half-smiled as he took his latte and smiled at a few on lookers as they left. Richie was right it could have been far worse. They owed Richard a lot. Richie didn’t know all of it and they had decided to keep most of it just between the three of them. Richie would understand.

“It could have been. We’re very lucky and I’m glad her dad’s going to be okay.”

“Thank God. But I gotta say I’d do the same for Ava if it came down to it.”

Jon grinned. “Yeah you would.”

“And you would with Steph. How is she doing by the way?”

Jon winced. He’d been a bit out of touch with his kids over the last week. “She’s doing good. Loving the work experience Devon set up for her. I’m scared shitless she’s going to tell me she’s not going to college next.”

Richie laughed. “She knows better than that.”

“A-fucking-men.” They were almost back at the studio when his phone vibrated again. Devon again.

“You sure you’re ok to do this?”

“Yes, fine. She’s just texting me.” Jon typed back a text and flipped his phone cover again. “She’s just stressed. That’s expected, right?”

Richie gave him a sympathetic smile. “Telling me or asking me?”

“Telling you of course.” He stopped in the lobby of the studios and ran his hand through his hair. “Shit. Maybe I should have waited for Richard to show up before doing this.” Guilt snapped at his heels.

“I can talk to them if you tell me what you want.” Richie said.

Jon tapped another text. “No, no we’ll be fine. She’s just panicking and that’s normal. She’s safe. I know she’s safe.”

“Okay,” Richie said as they walked into the elevator.

Jon popped his knuckles and checked his phone but she hadn’t replied. He took a deep breath and composed himself when the doors opened at the top floor. Don and Aria studios had been the band’s first choice for mixing some of the songs for the album once they were done. They’d do the raw stuff out in Sanctuary in Jersey, but the album needed some of Don’s magic polish at the end.

They met Don and got down to business, paperwork and crunched numbers and timeframes. They still had writing to do to make the deadline of November for the album release.

It was a tight time frame and the events with Devon had put him on the back foot but he was confident he could still get there.

“This sounds good Don, I’m really pleased with the proposal.” Jon’s phone buzzed in his pocket but he ignored it. When it buzzed the second time he shifted and Richie raised his eyebrow.

“Great, Jon. You know we’re looking forward to having you guys in here again.”

“Sorry. I’ll be one second.” His phone’s buzz was longer indicating it was ringing in his pocket.

“Hello.” He answered it as he ducked around the corner.

“Jon? How long are you going to be? Are you sure Dad’s ok? He’s not here yet.”

The fear in her voice made him want to run right out of there and home but he took a deep breath. “Dev, he’s fine. There was paperwork and things to get done, but I’m sure once they do that he’ll be there. I’m nearly done, baby. I’ll be home soon.”

“Soon? Like twenty minutes? An hour?”

Jon checked his watch. “Thirty maybe. But you’re safe right?”

“Yeah, I am but I-” She paused and Jon closed his eyes.

“You don’t want to be alone.”

“No.”

He blew out his breath. She was being honest and that’s all he ever asked for. “I shouldn’t have left you. I’m sorry. I’ll be there soon, okay?”

“Thanks. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I’ll be there soon.”

He hung up and rubbed his face tiredly. What if she didn’t come out of this? He had a tour to consider next year. How would she cope with that? He’d have to take her with him. Which wouldn’t be a bad thing, but he knew it wasn’t Devon to be so dependent. He wanted the old Devon back, but he had to be patient. And he and patience had never had a good relationship.

Update : Why I'm late!

Hey guys,

Sorry I've been delayed in posting this past week or so. I've had some big weeks at work which are now winding down to a new kind of normal. I also had a big weekend away for a fellow Jovi girl's 50th birthday surprise weekend. She had no idea, but that's the cool thing about all this right? Surprising and spending time with those who understand this crazy ride we take. I wouldn't change any of that for the world.

So anyway, next few months for me look normal! Devon is slowly coming to a close but trust me I'll make it worth the while ;) and I have new projects ready to go once we get there.

Thanks again for all the patience and support! The next chapter will be in a couple of days :)

Love
Kiwi
xxx

Chapter Seventy-Five: Healing

Devon stretched, a tapping sound stirred her from the deep sleep she’d finally succumbed to. Buried in the sheets she rolled over and Jon grinned at her propped up in his pillows as he worked on his phone.

“Morning pretty girl. Was just clearing my calendar for the day.”

She mumbled, rolled into the side of his chest as his arm swept around her. “You’re spending the whole day with me?” He said it the night before but she wanted to check again.

“Yup you’ll be pushing me out the door tomorrow after a whole day with me today. “ He chuckled as he kissed the top of her head. “Are you feeling ok this morning?”

She sighed content, sleep had done her the world of good and she was looking forward to staying put today to gather her strength and wits back. She needed a minute, or a few hours as it was turning out to be. The idea of anything outside this apartment didn’t thrill her today. “I feel like I don’t ever want to leave here.”

He chuckled and let his phone slide onto the bedside table before he swivelled in front of her. “You don’t have to. Jonathan has the salon covered.”

“You called him?” She asked. She should have called him and explained everything, he’d be worried but she was glad Jon had already done it.

“I did. Naturally he wants to talk to you but I told him you’d give him a call later. You’ll probably want to check on a few things knowing you.” He winked stroking her cheek. “My favourite little control freak.”

Her smile faded as she looked down. “I don’t feel in control. Is that weird?”

“After what you’ve been through, no. Are you sure you don’t want me to get someone to come over to talk to? You seem out of sorts - which again is normal.” He was trying so hard for her. Giving her every option and treading lightly. She didn’t want the reminder she was fragile.

“What I want...” She trailed off as her gaze flicked back up to his and her fingers walked up his arm.

His brow lifted and an impish grin quirked on his lips. “Oh yeah?”

Her hand rubbed down his chest and she closed her eyes as the heat hit her hand. “Jon. I need you to make me forget. Overwhelm me.”

Her eyes opened when he didn’t respond but his blue eyes were staring intently back at her. He rolled her onto her back and lifted her hands to his mouth and kissed them before placing them above her head.

Their noses bumped and his lips lightly brushed against hers but he didn’t kiss her. She groaned as his mouth swiped down over her chin and his hands slid up the silk nightie. She arched under his mouth as he left a hot trail of kisses down the center of her. Her toes curled as his mouth skimmed over her breast, catching the nipple.

Her eyes fluttered as she threaded her fingers into his hair and sighed happily. His tongue flicked her straining tip and her clit throbbed. His hand lifted up her breast and this time his mouth covered it. The pleasure eased through her like a warm summer breeze. Her body arched back off the bed as sunlight inched across the bed.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” His voice was there but she was concentrating on his mouth as it moved to her other breast.

She gasped and moaned as his tongue curled around the tip. “Uh huh...” She replied impatiently but the deep chuckle vibrated against her delicate skin. He took the opportunity to slide one hand down under her ass and lift her close to him. His hand massaged her hip as his lips touched her stomach. Her belly quivered as his fingers hooked into her panties and tugged them down her thighs.

Her legs parted as he kissed the inside of her thigh and nuzzled close to her breaking point. The tightness in her chest had eased and she melted around him as the tip of his tongue grazed against her heat.

The sound of gunfire rattled in her head and her heart leapt in her throat but it was all in her head. She fought to let it go as Jon took long strokes down her clit.

“Oh god...yes...take me Jon...Take me.” She whispered more as a plea than a demand blocking out everything else in her mind except Jon.

His fingers slid inside her marrying the rhythm of his tongue shooting her sensitive sensations into over drive. Devon reached out and clenched her hand into a pillow desperate to rid her head of the night before. She didn’t belong to Jared, she belonged to Jon.

“Oh god, yes!” Her eyes squeezed shut and her thighs clenched on either side of his shoulders. She panted and hiccupped as the tears surprised her but he didn’t stop.

Away to the darkness you go.

Her hips rose from the bed higher and harder against his mouth.

She came undone and orgasmed against his mouth, her hands fisted in his hair. She collapsed back onto the bed as her body filled with pleasure. Tears rolled down the sides of her face as he kissed his way back up over her body. He swept away her hair and kissed her hard on the lips as he wrapped her legs around his waist. He broke the kiss and smiled down at her, nothing but love staring right through her.

“Oh god-I-just-” She got barely a second to catch her breath before his mouth was back on hers. Her hands cupped his cheeks as the weight of him crushed her into the bed. He wasn’t stopping, his tongue invaded her mouth tasting every corner he could. She bowed back as teeth scraped up her jaw and to the sweet spot below her ear. He licked, kissed and whispered against the shell of her ear.

“Let go.”

She cried out as he slipped his full length inside of her and groaned against her neck. His arms vibrated as he slid out and back in once, slowly sending her senses into a spin. She grabbed his cheek and kissed him hard once, twice until she couldn’t stop kissing him. Jon responded each time, each kiss hard and fast.

With the passion between them a fever pitch, she giggled once as he stroked perfectly inside her again and again until laughter turned into absolute bliss. He covered her completely until all she knew was the weight of him but she felt safer than ever. He hit her g-spot and the sweet pressure threatened to blow. Each stroke, skin slapped against skin. Sweat beaded down his temple as he hungrily kissed her over and over.

She gasped for breath but she didn’t fight him, she wanted him to win. Her arms hooked under his as she held him against her as he assaulted her body. She wanted to let go, god she wanted to. She cried out as she came. He gripped her as her body trembled as she came down. He quickly followed, and growled her name as he came inside her.

~

Jon rolled her so he was on his back and she was sprawled along his length. His body screamed but he was content as he ran his hand down over her back and up in her hair until she settled against him.

“Wow.” He commented as chest heaved. They had connected, he felt relieved that it was still there and that whatever she was still holding onto from her Jared would ease away over time. He was confident of it. So if she was a little needy now he could handle that and he wanted to protect her.

She had been silent so he stroked her hair. “Anyone in there?”

He lifted an eyebrow as she sat up and straddled him, a grin wide on her face. His eyes followed the long line of her body in appreciation as he cupped her hips. “What are you up to Miss Devon?” He asked amused. She sank down on him, enough that her wet pussy rubbed against the top of his cock a she leaned back and sent sensations down his skin.

“Nothing.” She smirked with a grin that could melt butter. He groaned as she rolled back with enough friction to harden him instantly.

He propped his hands behind his head and beamed. She was comfortable and in her element with him and hell, like he was about to say no to whatever else was coming. He wasn’t that fucking stupid. There was a naked woman on top of him.

Devon slid slowly down his shaft and covered him completely. He closed his eyes but quickly opened them as her hands cupped his jaw. “Eyes on me.” She rode his cock slowly, sensually until he was about to burst. His hands didn’t stay still for long. Mesmerized by her breasts swaying about him he cupped them and rolled his thumb over the nipples roughly.

Her head bowed and her hands slid down to his chest so she wouldn’t fall. Her lips parted and his cock pulsed inside her as every movement she made stretched him further towards orgasm. Her nipples were hard as diamonds in his hands and revelled in each small gasp from her as he touched them.

“I want you to watch me cum.” She whispered as she bent over him for a sizzling kiss.

“I want you to cum hard.” He whispered back countering her play. He grunted as she pushed and pulled his cock, she was close and her thighs clenched at each side of him. His cock throbbed inside her as her nails dug into his skin.

“Coming...” She shouted and her neck tipped back. He wanted to taste her skin, smother her with him but he let her go. She screamed and was the sexiest thing he’d seen. He exploded inside her jerking his shoulders back into the pillow as he came.

Devon snuggled down to his chest and he wrapped himself around her as she softly sighed against him. She quivered a couple of times before she kissed his chest. “Thank you.”

He stroked her gently and laughed. “For what? The double-orgasm I just had.” He breathed in the familiar scent of cotton candy. She didn’t smell like death and dirt. She was Devon again.

“No. I forgot.”

He rolled him gently so they were twisted in the sheets and his legs with hers. He tipped her jaw up to his and kissed her softly. “I love you and I’ll always make you forget. You’re safe now. Here, with me and if I have to make love to you five times a day to prove it, I will.”

Her eyes sparkled as the smile reached her eyes. “I love you too...I don’t know if you could make it five times a day though?” She teased trying to bite her lip to hide the grin.
“You really want me to try? I’ll try. You know I’ll try.”

She chuckled against him as they kissed. “I don’t want to go outside today.”

He kissed her nose and then her lips tenderly. “Then don’t. I’ll get an update on your dad. And we’ll stay right here...and watch movies or something?”

“You are really going to sit still all day?”

He twisted his finger in her hair and kissed below her ear. “Oh I never said I’d be sitting still all day did I? I have three more ways to make you cum today to figure out.”

She laughed and each time she did his chest eased a little more. She was Devon. He would be patient with her returning to her life but if she was Devon right here and right now, who was he to argue. He’d help her through it no matter what. Because he was not losing her. Not now, not ever.

Chapter Seventy-Four: Aftermath

Jon popped his knuckles as they re-entered the penthouse. Richard had been taken into custody and Jon had called his lawyer to meet him at the police station. It was the least he could do. She’d been so quiet on the way home, content to sit with her head on his shoulder with her eyes closed.

He’d proposed they should call into the hospital to get her checked out but she’d protested that she just wanted to go home. The idea of what had happened to her rankled him and he didn’t know what to say or do for her.

“Dev, baby. Did you want me to make you something to eat? Have you even eaten?”

She looked up at him and managed a small smile but it wasn’t anything close what he usually saw back from her. The sadness hid in her eyes. “I haven’t. I’d like a shower first, if that’s ok?”

“Of course. Are you ok by yourself?”

She nodded quietly. “Yes, why don’t you make one of your grilled cheese specials for me?”

He relaxed a little. “I would love to. Just call me if you need anything.”

“I will.” She walked away from him defeated and he chewed on the tip of his thumb nail. “Devon, wait.”

“What is it?” She asked softly, turning.

He stepped towards her, his eyes meeting hers and his thumbs brushing over her wrists. “Are you ok?

She winced as he pushed her sweater up and gasped at the red angry marks that dug into her skin.

“I was bound.”

The pit in his stomach sank as he tried so desperately not to imagine it in his head. “You should be seeing someone. Does it hurt anywhere else?”

“I’m just sore, muscles ache. Honestly I’m ok.”

He didn’t want to push her, she’d been through hell and back but he didn’t know what else to do for her. “Are you ok, really ok?”

Her gaze looked down to the ground. “Not really, but I will be.”

He drew her in and she sighed as he wrapped his arms around her and locked her against his chest. No one would ever harm her again if he had his way and he would make sure of it. His fingers threaded through her hair and he kissed the top of her head. “I was so scared I’d lose you.” He whispered breathing in her scent that still lingered on her.

“Me too.” She fisted his sweater, holding on tight.

His hands rubbed over her shoulders and soothed her back and he closed his eyes briefly. He would never stop holding her if that’s what it took to make her come through this. “I’ll make sure your father has every support possible ok?”

“We shouldn’t have left him like that.” She whispered. It had been both Richard and Jon’s idea to get her home and get some sleep and food.

“We’ll go back in the morning, after you’ve had some food and a few hours sleep.”

She didn’t reply. He knew she was shattered on the inside, how could anyone not be? She was stronger than him in ways and he’d be a basket case after what happened to her. He tipped her chin up to meet her gaze.

“Hey.” He said softly.

Tears shone in her eyes and it hit his heart. “Hey.”

He leaned in and their lips brushed before he stepped in closer for the kiss. He cupped the back of her neck and angled the kiss deeper. Even broken she was still beautiful, and still his Devon.

They broke apart but their noses bumped. “I want you to know that you can talk to me.” He swiped a lone tear from her cheek. “You gotta tell me when you’re not ok too. That’s all I ask. I won’t smother you but just telling me has to help.”

She closed her eyes and her lip trembled for a moment. “I don’t know what to think. I’m happy. So happy you’re here with me but--I feel.” She shook her head. “I feel so bad.”

He twisted her hair in his finger. “That’s natural baby. You shouldn’t feel bad. We’re alive and your Dad will be fine. We’ll make sure of that.” He wasn’t sure he believed it himself but he had to believe that it could be. For her.

“I know. I don’t deserve--”

He pressed his finger against her lip. “I’ve told you about that before. Don’t you ever think that because you and I know it’s not true? It’s just the shock and horror talking.”

She nodded. “I should have a shower.” Her fingers smoothed down his chest.

“You’ll feel better after it. Trust me.”

He let her go and disappeared into the kitchen. He dug into the cupboard and wrestled out a fry pan, a loaf of bread and some cheese. He jammed on the kettle to make some tea and stood at the counter and took a deep breath.

She was safe, he could deal with the rest later she was safe and so was he. It was nearly five-am but he was done. He wanted to crawl into bed beside her once he’d fed them and make sure she slept before he would.
Then he’d deal with tomorrow.

~

Hot pins drummed against her skin as she stood in the shower and let the hot water ease away some of the aches and pains. Jon was right it did make her feel better. She was tired. Every bone in her body ached and her arms still throbbed from being bound to the bed and she just wanted to sleep. She’d scrubbed herself red with soap until she felt remotely clean again.

Jared was dead.

She wasn’t happy he was dead. She was sad. It was her fault ultimately that he was so angry and out for revenge. But it had come down to the only option to stop him. It was a hard call and she wasn’t convinced what had happened was right at all.

There had been no choice in the end though. His intent was to kill. And she had to remember that.

The rumble in her belly came as she dried off and wrapped the towel around herself tightly. She slathered herself in moisturizer and brushed her teeth. She slid into her robe and slippers and padded downstairs led by the smell of toasted cheese.

Jon had laid out some tea and water and two plates piled with a couple of grilled cheese sandwiches. He was worried about her and it showed in the way he was tentative about moving around her. Like she might break.

“Looks good.”

“Good shower?” He asked as he poured her a cup of tea.

“Yes amazingly.” She winced as she reached for her cup.

“What’s wrong?”

She swallowed. “Just hurts.”

“I wish you’d let me call someone. I can get them to come here if you want them too.”

She half-smiled. He was trying so hard and being super sweet with everything. And he’d been out there with her. “Let me sleep on it. I put some cream on them in the bathroom. I found some cortisone cream in the cabinet.”

He sat opposite her at the table and slid her plate closer. “He didn’t hurt you any other way did he?”

“No, he threatened it once but I think it was just a threat.” Her skin crawled at the memory of his hands on her skin, taunting her. “Can we just eat tonight? I’m not ready to rehash it all.”

“Of course Devon. Shit-sorry.” He looked awkward and she felt awful for it.

“Don’t be. I know you’re worried. I’d be worried if it was you.”

He grinned. “You gonna eat that?”

“Yes Dad.” She bit into the sandwich and it tasted delicious. Jon couldn’t cook much but he could make a damn fine grilled cheese sandwich. She tried to be grateful and happy to not make him worry. After a sandwich and a full mug of tea and two glasses of water she was starting to feel normal. Her head was heavy but she was content enough.

Jon handed her a bottle of painkillers. “I’d take a couple to take the edge off before bed. I had some vidicon for my back that I rarely use if you’re in pain.”

“These will be fine.” She threw back a couple and sighed.

“Tired?”

She nodded and looked anxiously towards the stairs. She wanted to go to bed but she didn’t want to be alone, she didn’t know if he’d want to sleep with her tonight. She wasn’t sure what she wanted. Being alone in a bedroom wasn’t the answer.

“You go on up, I’ll come up when I’ve cleaned up.”

“You will?”

He wiped his hands with a napkin and grinned. “Yes, of course I am. I’m cleaning up and then I’ll come up and sleep with you. If that’s what you want. I want you to be comfortable. I didn’t know if you needed space or-” He scratched his head.

Relief fluttered in her belly. “Thank you but I’d sleep better if you were there.”

“I’ll be there.” He promised as he cleared away the plates.

As she lay in between the sheets the rain hammered the windows and the wind whipped the building. She snuggled down on her side. It was good to be safe again and clean. And when she was feeling up to it she’d go back to her salon and see everyone. Her toes curled at the thought of being out there again. Jared was gone but it was still so raw.

Maybe she could stay here a few days. Right here in this bed. It’s what people did after traumas right? It wouldn’t be unusual.

Jon came in and peeled off his sweater. “I’ll just have a quick shower.”

“I was thinking.” She began.

“Yeah?” He asked as he stepped out of his jeans.

“I should stay here for a few days while things settle down.”

“Well I kind of assumed you’d just live here now.” He asked as he threw his clothes in the hamper.

“No, I mean here in the penthouse. Take some time off.”

“Well, that’s probably a good idea to rest. I can clear my schedule-”

“You can?” She asked quickly” She grinned at the thought of bunkering down in his bed watching television all day together. Hell, when was the last time that she even did that?

“Dev-I’ll take care of you. If you need me to be here. I’ll be here. We can go and visit your father tomorrow.”

“Ok.” She agreed. At least Jon would be with her outside. So it couldn’t be so bad, right?

“Good.”

Jon pulled on a pair of boxers and slid into bed beside her.

“Since when did you start wearing boxers?” She asked with a cheeky jab.

He grinned and lay opposite her. “Since I have to lie in bed with a beautiful woman and behave.”

She chuckled. “I want to mis-behave.” She yawned. “But I’m so sleepy.”

Her eyes closed and Jon slid closer to her, wrapping himself around her. “Just sleep Devon. We have the rest of our lives to misbehave.” Her fingers lazily ran through his chest hair and she rested her cheek against his skin. He was warm and the scent of Irish Spring drifted over her.

She lifted her head to kiss him gently on the lips before sleep claimed her.

Happily.