Chapter 124

“Jon could I talk with you for a minute?”

Moving to the hallway for some privacy, Jon eyed the doctor worriedly.

“Is it something serious, Doc?”

“Well, I would say serious enough. I gave her a strong shot. It should keep her through the night, but what I’m worried about is the poor woman’s state. She is a bundle of nerves, her muscles are so stiff, no wonder she had a huge migraine attack like that! If she doesn’t get rid of whatever is causing all this stress, she might have a nervous breakdown. Do you know what is causing it?”

Feeling a slight guilty blush warming his skin, he nodded. He was part of the problem.

“She had a terrible stressful time.  I know what’s causing it and I will make it go away. “

Handing him a prescription, he walked back into the room.

“Well , my work is done here. Please keep her calm and let her rest. Although she is a migraine sufferer, this one was quite bad and her body is trying to tell her to slow down.”

Shaking the doctor’s hand he thanked him for coming to her aid so promptly.

Jon came back, finding his son sitting next to the bed, his hand clasping his mother’s, his eyelids drooping.

“Its late son, why don’t you head to bed. I’ll stay with your mom tonight. “

He let out a great big yawn, his eyes scanning his father. Trying to decide if he could trust him to look after his mom, standing up he kissed her softly.

“Want me to tuck you in?”

“I’ll be ok. Night.”

“Night buddy.”

Sighing hopelessly to himself he wished he could somehow bridge the gap between him and his son. There was just something missing, would he ever figure out what it is?

He felt the heat of the day clinging to his skin and hair. Fetching a pair of boxers, he went into Megan’s bathroom, taking a quick shower.

She looked like a corpse laying on the bed, the soft raise and fall of her chest the only sign that she was still alive.

The shower did him a world of good and he felt the strain of the day drain from him,  that’s when  he felt tiredness weighing heavy in his bones.

Padding around the bed, he slid in beside her. She was dead to the world, whatever the doctor gave her kicked her out cold. Her breathing was steady, the frown on her face, smoothed in deep sleep.

He turned towards her onto his side, trying to get comfortable. Long moments ticked by as Jon watched her face in the dim light of the lamp.

Feelings of guilt hammered in his chest. He was partly to blame for her condition. Thinking about it now she actually had been going through a lot lately. Her dad’s heartattack, a new job, Jaden’s accident, telling him about Jaden , him forcing her to move to Jersey and now his mother. God the poor girl!

Stroking her cheek softly, she snuggled closer to his hand. As if an invisible hand pulled her, she moved closer to his body, seeking his warmth.

His first reaction was to move away, but for the life of him could he not move away. Her breath tickled his fur, her arm lying around his waist.

Giving up on his inner war, he lifted her head gently, resting her head on his shoulder, moving in closer until her could entwine his legs in hers.

Emotions pulsed through his body, threatening to devour him completely.  Forcing his desire for her to a halt, he let other emotions flood in. Concern for her health overcrowded his mind but when she suddenly whispered his name in a sigh, his heart started a wild gallop. A warm, mushy feeling settled in his stomach, his heart felt too big for his chest.

Even in her sleep she called for him, seeking his warmth. A slow, drowning, fuzzy feeling invaded his body and mind and with a gentle smile on his lips he drifted off to sleep.

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Waking up slowly, Jon became aware of the warm, soft woman in his arms. His face was in her hair, her back pressed tightly against his chest, her ass snuggled up against his groin.

As if on cue, he felt his member twitch to life, afraid he might wake her up and her finding him fully aroused like a lust crazed teenage boy, he lay completely still, trying to will away his throbbing arousal.

To make matters even worse he found his hand nestled inside her nightie, his hand cupping a warm breast. She was almost in a state of undress, her nightie riding up so high, he felt her naked thighs brushing against his hairy ones.

She must have felt his huge hard on in her sleep and ever so sweetly rubbed up against it, causing Jon to stop breathing for a few moments.

Her vigorous twitching had him hard and wet and his body tight as a bow. Contemplating to get up and relief himself in the bathroom proved fruitless when she turned towards him, her face in the crook of his neck, snuggling while her hands stroked his ass.

Oh God in heaven! She better wake up soon or he won’t be responsible for his actions!

Her legs rubbed up against his, her hips pressing instinctively against his arousal.  Jon had his hands full, battling with himself as she snuggled into his neck even further, sniffing at his skin.

The sound escaping from his throat was something a wild animal would utter in a moment of excruciating pain.

“Meg..baby..wake up.”

She groaned unappreciatively. She liked the warmth and the smell of him.

Megan was lying on a blanket next to the river, the sun shining down on them. Jon was lying next to her,  the blue eyed god of her dreams, his eyes holding her captive while his hands traced sparks over her skin.  Her hands was stroking that delicious , tight ass, feeling his member poking restlessly into her hip. She wanted to feel his hands on her breasts , his lips on her skin.

As if reading her mind he buried his face in between her breasts, his breath rushing from his mouth onto her heated skin. Raking her hands in his hair, she pulled against him, ensuring that he stayed as close as possible to her breasts. Feeling his wet tongue teasing her nipples, she whimpered against him. Her breasts swelling her nipples stabbing against his flicking tongue.

“Oh Jon….”

Jon stilled above her. What was he doing? She was obviously having a very erotic dream about him. What if she wakes up? Would she hate him for making love to her?

She took the decision out of his hands the moment she tucked at his boxers, sliding it down his legs.