Chapter 160

Three months, it had been damned near three months of day in day out boredom of the wifely kind. She'd shopped until she hated the sight of stores, shoved furniture until the house was turned upside down. She'd overseen delivery of so much electronic crap she wanted to set fire too it and NONE of it helped settle the ache she felt.


She'd taken to visiting New York a lot, pestering the holy hell out of Kate, dropping into friend’s parties she hadn’t seen since marrying Richie and THAT hadn't helped. It was boring with a capital B without him. Okay so it wasn’t just boredom, the truth of it was she missed him, from the flashing brown eyes and big strong body to the way he made her scream on a nightly basis. It was time to take action, before she went insane with it.

It had taken days to convince Kate, days upon agonizing days to get her to see the simplicity of the plan. Drive up to Pittsburgh and surprise them. Simple really. A wig, new clothes, they could do it. Hell she knew Katydid wanted to see Jon just like she wanted to see Richie, it wouldn’t take too much arm twisting.


It had taken days none the less, and she'd only won out after she'd flashed the laminates Michael had express mailed her. When Kate saw those she'd finally folded and fell in with her plans. And that was why she was standing here in the VIP line, vibrating like a freaking electrical wire. He was there, backstage, he was getting ready. She could close her eyes and picture him sliding on the leather, God she hoped he wore the leather and the hat.

She glanced once at Kate and nearly laughed at the look in her eyes, hidden by the humongous fake glasses, the platinum blonde wig that was so unlike her. "Ya ready Katydid?"

Kate swept the bangs out of her eyes and hiked up the off-the-shoulder leopard shirt tucked into pants that should have been a second skin. A wide, matching black belt cinched in her waist. Holy mercy she felt ridiculous. "I cannot believe you talked me into this outfit."

Her gaze flickered over Kate's outfit. "What? You look hot girl."

"I look like a hooker," she whispered viciously.

"And totally unlike Kate so he won't figure out it’s you. THAT’S the whole idea."

"My own Mama wouldn't recognize me," she grumbled. Her eyes widened as a hand groped over her ass. She turned her head around, looking over her sunglasses. "You'd best remove that hand, honey, or I'll be forced to shove this size seven up into your balls." She poured on the sugar knowing that if she lost her temper this charade was all over. Elena was far too excited about playing dress up.

When the guy just stepped back, she turned back around crossing her arms under her boobs. Looking down, she rolled her eyes and blew a bubble. "Might as well play up the tramp look." She hiked her arms up a little more. She just hoped the demi-bra covered her nipples. The shirt was riding low.

She laughed as Kate finally loosened up and went all out. "So tell me girlfriend," She popped her bubblegum rapidly. "How I look."

"I didn't know they made leather in just that shade of grape, Sweets." Kate's eyebrow quirked upwards as she focused on the zipper in the front of the bustier part of the dress. "Does that thing have a lock on it?"

She snorted, "Now why would I want to lock him out? Does look it though." She brushed the mass of red curls over her shoulders, and started to laugh, "the things you do when your hornier than a toad."

Kate swallowed down a laugh. Hookers didn't laugh, she reminded herself. "Yeah well," she stepped back on the same bold guy's instep with her heel. At his curse she moved away from his wandering hands. "The guys seem to have a loose sense of personal space here tonight."

Elena's gaze flicked back to the fresh handed guy and grinned. "I know someone ya know. British bulldog, if we need it."

"Would that be Michael?" Kate asked as they moved up in the line finally.

Elena nodded as the line moved. "That it would be."

She adjusted the strap of the gold lame hobo bag on her shoulder. She was tempted to climb into the purse...it was big enough and would cover up her girls. Christ, she'd never been on display so much in her life. Give her clean, soft scrubs any day.

They made it to the window and flashed their badges. Kate winced at the names they had to give to pick up the tickets. When they headed to the arena, she nudged her. "Did I have to be Trixie Sparkles? I mean c'mon."

Elena flashed her laminate and grinned, "Well you are sparkly honey."

"You're the one that dipped me in glitter," she groused. Biting down a bitch-fest she took the stairs slowly in her four inch spiked boots. She would pay for the boots, but hopefully most of the payment would be on her back.

She followed Kate in and felt her blood pressure ramp up a few notches. Just a few more minutes, she'd be seeing what she'd ached for. Just a few more minutes she'd be dancing, her off the shoulder outfit teasing, in just a few more minutes, she’d finally see what she’d started this quest over.

Chapter 159

Richie hooked the door shut with his boot. "If you wiggled into my cock one more time tonight, wife, I swear I was going to clear the room with a bellow." He fisted his hand into the back of her hair and hauled her lips up to his.

She pressed her lips to his her laugh teasing his lips. "Complaining?"

"Aching," he said and crushed his lips to hers. Watching the pure joy reach her eyes again had fueled him. She blew through his easy life and complicated him and completed him. But tonight, he felt reckless. Felt the hunger drive him.

He flicked her heels off and stood her on the bed. Her hair rumpled with laughter, the wind and the dancing, tumbled over her shoulder. He cupped her jaw, rubbing his thumb over her lower lip as he arched up to her. She was finally taller than him here on the platform bed.

His fingers wound around her back, finding the catch and the zipper at her neck so the dress slithered over her shoulders and hips.

She settled her hands on his shoulders, her dark brown eyes turning near black with smoldering heat. Well this was different, standing on the bed. Seeing him from the taller advantage was a unique experience but confusing. Her tongue slid over her lips as she studied him quietly, reading the restless need and heat that rolled from him. "Uhh Pony supposed to lay on the bed not stand on it?"

"Darlin' if I laid you down right now, I'm not sure either of us would survive it."

A fine eyebrow arched as a hand slid to the nape of his neck pulling his head into her chest. "Oh I dunno, we both seem to have pretty strong constitutions."

He traced his tongue along her neck. Drawing circles along the underside of her breasts he flicked open the back catch of her bra and flung it over his shoulder. "Don't need this anymore."

His eyes took in the fragile lines of her. His fingers shook a little at how much he wanted to touch. He watched her eyes as he cupped her breast, dipping in to taste her without breaking contact.

She inhaled then nearly stopped breathing at the look in his eyes. If she'd ever been afraid his hunger would dim over the weeks, the look in his eyes at this point in time let her know it wouldn't be happening. With a soft groan her head tilted back, her hands tightening on his shoulders. She shuddered once at the gentle swipe of his tongue and whimpered softly at the sudden tasting as she felt herself begin to burn. She wanted to say something witty but thought stopped on the simple swirl of his tongue.

His fingers lowered to her waist...holding her still as he sucked her deep into his mouth. He curled his tongue around the tip of her, then around until the heaviest part of her filled his mouth.

His thumbs circled along the line of her panties, their high-waisted look, hiding the naughty slit that would drive him crazy for days. He stroked again and again just above her mound as he tasted every inch of her then repeated until her head was flung back in reaction. Her shoulders back to get closer to his mouth.

He smiled around her nipple at the choked gasp as he didn't let his touch go any lower.

She felt her legs turn to jelly and tried to lock them in place, the rumble of a groan whispering over suddenly dry lips. The need for his skin, the feel and smell of it consumed her as he held her in place, her throat working against the groans to utter his name and a barely there plea.

He was determined to make her crazy with need, and she was unable to do anything but go along with whatever he had in mind. She couldn't move, didn't want too really, as that talented mouth of his teased her yet again.

He pulled her hips forward and scraped his teeth down her belly, finding her little bar at her belly button, tugging it with his teeth, then laving the skin with his tongue. "God, this little thing makes me nuts," he muttered and tugged her panties off unceremoniously. He felt the hunger growing.

Unsure if he could keep it in check at all...he forced himself to slow down....to taste her even though every part of him wanted to flip her and slam into her until the madness eased.

She felt it as assuredly as she knew her own name, his need that raged even as he took care to be gentle and lavish all the desire on her that he could, but he needed the wildness the night had inspired, and she needed more than gentle touches and caresses. Her brows wiggled as a slight smirk played over her lips and she leaned as far back as she could, until she felt her body begin to un-center. Moving her hands from his shoulders to slip over his arms she let herself begin to fall, an easy laugh flowing over smiling lips. "Time for gentle is over Pony."

Shrugging off his shirt he followed her down. "You asked for it, love." He licked his way up her instep to her knee, bit the fleshy bit of skin there and up to her thigh. She moved under him, teasing....restless. He tasted her, the heart of her warm on his tongue.

No sweetness here, just the quick drive. He knew where to touch her to bring her to the place he was, how to push her into the place where she lost her words and only gave him those sounds of pleasure. Endless pleasure.

She jerked at each nibble, damn near sobbed as he pushed her higher. She'd never responded to anyone this way, and although she got lost easily going from point A to B, she had never lost control of her entire body, until him. "Richie please.."

He rolled her unto her knees. At her surprised gasp he held her hands to the headboard. She was higher, more to his height. Letting one hand go, he jerked at his jeans until he could get them off, flicking them off the bottom of the bed.

Scraping his teeth along her slim back, he slid his cock along her slit. "God, you're so wet for me," he muttered. "Do you have any idea how crazy you make me?"

She shivered at the rasp of his teeth and groaned, "As crazy as you make me maybe?"

Positioning himself he curled himself around her and slid inside of her slowly, groaning as she stretched for him, accepted all of him.

Fingers tightened on the wood of the bed, her head tilting back to rest on his chest as she pushed against him, loving the feel of him, the hardness and fullness. "God yes."

He laced his fingers with hers holding her there as he found the rhythm. Harder, he drove them both until the sweat poured between them. He slid one arm around her, holding her tighter into him so he was deep, deeper than he could get normally. His fingers held her there and teased her with the very tips.

The cries couldn't be held back any longer, her body sliding straight into the fire as he took her over the edge and beyond it. She wanted to beg, but couldn't frame words, wanted to call his name but in that second even names had escaped her, all she could do was let the tears fall as he completed her, undid her and reformed her again.

He held on against the onslaught of her release. The way she clenched around him pushed him through that final blast of aggression. He held onto her hips and slammed inside of her drowning in her scent, her heat and the vicing orgasm. "Fuck!" He cried out, yanking her up against him as he finished inside of her. Sliding out, he held her shaking body, curling her into him as he turned her around, his long arms and legs crowding around her as he held on tight.

She whimpered and tucked in closer, shaky arms holding tightly to his sweaty body. "Jesus, baby, I.... What's my name again?"

He laughed. "Okay good, because I think my name is somewhere in those sheets under us."

She managed a smile, her hands brushing over him slowly. "Well aren't we a pair?" She loved losing herself in him, it was the best way of finding herself, and she knew that in the coming days it was this moment, the moments after that she'd miss, almost as much as the man himself.

He flipped the sheets back and curled around her, tucking her in where he loved her best. "Indestructible pair," he murmured against her hair.

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Kate screeched as Jon rolled her over and pinned her hands to the bed. God, at least he'd stopped the tickling. "Since when was tickling foreplay, Sugar?"

He leaned in, his eyes glittering with dark blue fire, "Since those pretty nipples perked when I started." He nosed down into the valley of her breasts, inhaling her scent and thrilling to her thundering heart beat. "Since your heart started beating so fast..."

Laughter turned to a shudder as he nosed apart her wrap around dress. "Oh really? It's just a chemical response to--" She broke off as his mouth pushed aside the lace of her bra and found her nipple sucking deeply. "Adrenaline," she said on a sigh. "Mercy, that is one talented mouth."

He rolled the hardened nub slightly between his teeth before biting down gently. "Some things you can't explain away with chemical reactions and medicine Katy, some of it is soul playing with soul." His lips slid along the soft underside of her breast on the way to the other side, lavishing equal attention to each one in turn, his hand curving over the one his lips were ignoring. "I kinda like thinking of it that way."

She groaned, now that her fingers were free she slid her fingers into that glorious hair of his. "Everything is a chemical reaction." When he nipped in response she laughed. "But the pleasure center is all about you, that's for sure." She sighed as he looked up at her. "It's all you."

He continued to nose apart the silky wrap around dress almost like he was unwrapping the most fragile of gifts, his tongue teasing over each inch on his way south. With a quick glance upward his tongue flashed against the hood of her, teasing the hard hot heart of her. "Got a lot to do with you as well lovely Kate."


Calloused fingers brushed over her satiny lower lips as he groaned as the sweet slick heat of her before dragging his lips and tongue along the line of her, a softly muttered grunt escaping him as her flavor burst upon his tongue and set him to a slow boil.

Kate's knee was draped over his shoulder as he tasted her. All she could see was his hair, curling around her thighs tickling even as he slowly brought her up to peak. Restless she blew through the first orgasm. "More," she moaned. When he licked deeper she shook her head. "No. You...I need you." She pulled at his arm. "Hard, hot...I need you."

He stood and quickly shucked his clothes and moved back onto the bed, his body sliding over and up, his chest and fur just barely teasing her skin. "What the lady wants she gets."

He settled himself against her thighs, his hips bucking gently as he moved against her teasingly. "Just tell me what ya want babe."

"Hard," she muttered. Not knowing just what she wanted. Only that it needed to be now. She felt the restlessness gathering. She knew their time was coming to an end. "You. Just you." She scraped her nails over his shoulders. "Now."

He pulled back and aimed, sinking deep on the first thrust, then stopped, before moving out and pushing home again, one hand reaching to pull her leg high on his waist as he angled slightly left. "Like that babe?"

"Yes," She pushed up at him. Her fingers low on his back, curling down to the hard muscles of his ass. Her eyes locked with his. God, she'd gotten so used to being with him. How was she supposed to deal with the long days and nights now? She didn�t know what she was missing before.

She wrapped one arm around his neck, pulling him in for a rough kiss. "Jon," she whispered against his mouth. Her kiss nearly desperate in reaction to his body drilling inside of her.

Her need called to him and his want answered as he began to move faster, his hand sliding between them to brush over her clit, his lips sliding along her neck, biting gently as he moved over her shoulder. He continued the fast rocking pace as her other leg moved up to lock ankles, only pulling him in deeper.



He grunted as her walls started to vice. He slowed his pace to a near imperceptible glide, his eyes closing as her fingers tightened in his ass. Damn if that didn�t make him wanna speed up again, but he forced away that need and kept it slow

Her eyes brimmed. No, not slow. She couldn't think about the slow and the sweet. Not now. Not when he was going to be gone in less than 24 hours. She groaned and jerked up against him. "Please," she cried out.

He stalled, his eyes taking in the screaming need and started to move, his hips jerking in response to her cries as he angled deeper, pressed harder until the barely there light in the room began to blind his eyes. Beads of sweat formed and dripped as he kept up the pace, pushing her faster into that no fly zone that would soon leave her screaming.

She curled around him. The sweat slick of their bodies increased the friction as he slammed inside of her now. "Mercy, yes." She felt the quick climb of release rip through her as his teeth gripped her shoulder in response. It was just enough to send her hurtling into oblivion. Shuddering she wrapped herself around him.

His hips kept moving, even through her moment, a groan echoing from his lips as she clenched around him. Riding through her moment, he ramped up the pace, his thumb again flicking against her clit, urging her to climb once more into oblivion.

She hiccupped out a breath when he pushed her for more. As with everything that included Jon....he always wanted more. Always wanted to push for just a little more of her soul. She cried out as he got his wish and she bared all.

Her cry is the final thing that pushed him over the edge, his back stiffening as he seated deep and gave her all he had. Blowing a puff of air against his bangs he slumped onto her shoulder and shuddered. "Damn baby."

She slid her fingers along his sweat slick spine, praying she could get her breathing under control.

"Yeah, you can say that again."

His lips brushed over her ear as he huffed, "Damn baby, I mean, Jesus, your amazing."

She grinned into the dim light of the room, curling her leg around his hip. If she was a cat, she'd probably purr. "If I'm amazing, you're a notch above death defying," she laughed.

He grunted as he felt his heart slowly return to normal before flopping beside her and pulling her in. "You say the sweetest things."

She crawled up until she could brush her lips over his scruffy chin. "You rock my world," She said in a cheerleader voice. "You're the bestest lover ever!" she nipped his jaw at his bland stare and laughed. "There's no one on this earth that could make me feel like that," she said and lower her lashes, dropping back onto his chest.

He grunted slightly and slid his arm around her, his lips buzzing over the line of her jaw. "Ok now that�s just, cheerleady."

His grin grew as he nipped at her chin. "Think I'm gonna buy you some pom poms."

She brushed her breasts against his chest. "Aren't these enough?"

He groaned as he felt himself stir against her hip. "Oh hell yeah, and then some."

"That's what I thought." She hooked her thigh over his until she was flush against him. "I think we defiled the guest room pretty thoroughly."

He chuckled and shook his head. "Naah we're just getting started."

She folded her hands on his chest and propped her chin on them. "Now there you go. That's what I like about you, Jon. Always the over achiever."

"Gotta keep up with my Lady." He winked and rolled back on top of her, his hands sliding along her sides. "Only way to go really."