Chapter 139

“Thanks again for a wonderful meal. I’m sorry I….”

Two fingers silenced her apology.

“I enjoy being with you. Now go do what you have to do and call me in the morning, ok?”

His green eyes were so heartbreakingly sad the smile he forced  tugged at her heart.

“I will. Thank you Jason. You don’t know how much this means to me.”

Pulling her closer, he just held her. She was like a star, seemed so close but yet too far to reach.  Sighing, he let her go. He burned to feel those delectable lips against his but he knew he might not stop.

Waving one last time, she closed the door behind her.

“Hey! You back ear…ok its not sooo early but still.”

Her face was a mixture between sadness and joy.

“I told him Rich and you know what he took it in his stride! I cant believe it, he is a wonderful man! I ‘m going to tell Jon tonight how I feel  too!”

He hated to burst her bubble.

“That will have to wait till later, darlin’. Jon is not here…ahem..yet. I asked him to come with me but he said he didn’t feel like it. “

“Oh…it can wait until tomorrow.” Her shoulders slumped somewhat.

“Hey now! He might come back soon. Why don’t you come and watch some tv with me and Ill make us some mean coffee.”

“Ok then but could you make it not so mean,  my tummy feels a bit queasy..”

Halfway up the stairs, she halted, turning around as Richie’s voice drifted towards her.

“Hell honey I have to say. You look smoking hot babe! How did poor Jason survived it?”

“You like?” she twirled in a circle.

“You better get your ass out of that dress before I do something I might regret!” he winked at her, fanning his face.

“Oh you!  Such a charmer after all that you want me to get into my nighties?!”

“Just make sure its that ugly, flannel things and we’ll be alright.”

“Sorry big guy. I don’t have those, satin has to do.”

Grabbing his heart he groaned as if shot.

“Oh fuck, satin?!”

“GO MAKE THE COFFEE SMART ASS!!”

Glad that he made put a smile on her sad face again, he saluted her.

“Yes ma’ am!”

~~

They watched a movie, ate some popcorn, drank loads of not so mean coffee,  watched another movie. No sight of Jon.

He saw her disappointment.

“I`m going to bed. Its late I don’t think he’s coming home tonight.” She blinked at the tears threatening to spill.

“I’m sorry sweetness. I think he might got stuck somewhere, you know Jon he likes to party.”

“He is with Dorothea, Rich. I just know it. Why did I even think this would work?”

~~

Leaning heavily on Dorothea they managed to make it out the door. Searching his pockets, she found his carkeys, sliding him into the passenger seat she scooted around the car, turned it on and head home, her home.

Jon was leaning with his head on the headrest, his adam’s apple pushed against his skin and she felt a ripple go through her body. She is going to drag her tongue all over that throat…

“I need to get home.” He slurred.

“I’m taking you home with me, Jon. You can sleep it off at my place.”

Dozing off he felt his head buzz. God the world was spinning and he wanted it to stop!

Stopping the car she helped him out. Why are men so damn heavy when they’re drunk?  Muttering under his breath, she could smell the whiff off mixed alcohol, feeling a bit guilty, knowing that he was going to suffer tomorrow.

Pushing him up against the wall, she quickly unlocked the door, grabbing him just in time as he sagged downwards.

Ridding him of his jacket, she let him slip onto the bed. He groaned as his head hit the pillow.

In his drunken stupor his mind figured that this was not his bed…where was he?

Forcing his heavy eyelids open he saw a dark haired woman hovering above his bed. Megan! He was home with Megan, she came looking for him and dragged his drunk ass home! Oh hell, how he loved her!

“Shit! Its warm in here!”  sweat pearled on his forehead, he struggled to sit upright.

Sliding the jacket from her shoulders, she stared down at the heartthrob, a drunk heartthrob but still sexy nonetheless.

Trying to focus his eyes again, he reached his arms out at the woman hovering above him.

“Come here baby, come lay next to Jonny…”

The raw sexuality caught her in a trance and she felt the pull towards him as she slid onto the bed.

“I missed you, baby..so damn much!” the longing in his voice was so heartwrenching, her heart fluttered at his confession.

Dragging her hands through his hair, she pulled him towards her, shocked at his display of unchecked passion.

“Oh, Jon…..” she breathed against his mouth.

His hands were everywhere, tucking, stroking….

She was aflame, something changed in Jon. She had never felt this kind of lovemaking from him!

His face was in between her breasts, licking, nipping.

Something tugged at his mind…why did she wear this perfume? He liked the one she always wore.

His drunk filled mind let the thought slip and  wild lust took over.

Her hands were slipping his jeans from him, his shirt was already somewhere on the floor.

Pulling and shoving, he rid her of her clothes, sliding over her, he pushed her into the mattress.

Dorothea’s body arched by its own as she felt him working his way down her body, his mouth teasing her belly button.

What did she do with her bellybuttonring?

She felt Jon falter and looked at him.

“What’s wrong?”

A slow, wobbly smile spread on his face.

“Nothing baby….I was just wondering…”

Not in the mood for talking, she gripped his manhood between her thighs, squeezing.

He stiffened immediately, his blue eyes darkening.

“Oh God baby..Meg…”.