Chapter 142

He stretched as his eyes opened, the urge to do an "are we there yet," rising swiftly in his sleep addled brain. With an economical move he shifted his sunglasses back up on his nose and sat back up in the car seat, his gaze moving to the woman who'd insisted on driving *so he could rest.* Fuck you'd think he weren’t a grown man the way she'd babied him the last few days. Don’t talk Jon, let me do that Jon, when all he wanted to do is pull over beside the road and screw her until his brain settled.


Putting on an air of nonchalance he grinned. "So bout there?"


At Kate's frown he placed a finger over his lips in the ok I’m zipping my lips motion and turned to watch the scenery flash by. God it had been so long since he just sat without having to make decisions on set lists or how to word the next answer in some interview. Rolling his shoulders he felt the first slight moments of relaxation, his hand moving to the window to roll it down and smiled as the first whiff of fresh salt air hit his nose. Damn it smelled like heaven. He'd missed hitting the beach as soon as spring was over.


As Kate turned into a small pebbled drive his brow arched. She called THIS a cottage? Hell the house was bigger than his mom and dad's place, and fuck if it weren’t pretty too with its gleaming silvery shingles that had to be grey when the sun wasn't shining so bright. But what brought the first true smile to his face was the glimpse of the ocean in the backyard. Fuck yeah he'd have a place like this some day, where the ocean was just the backyard.


"Nice little cottage Kate," his brows waggled as he glanced at her with amusement.



"Yeah well...gotta love inheritances. I surely couldn't afford it on my own. It's been in the family forever though and Grams didn't want it to go to anyone that would sell it." She grinned. "I love it here, don't get to come here nearly enough."


She sighed, rolling down her windows just to get a taste of the sea air. She put the car into park and sat back. "Pretty good place to get kidnapped, huh?"


He chuckled as he studied the house before him, "Amongst other things Katy." His mind started whirling on just how many rooms they could baptize while there, and just how many feet of beach sand could hold their bodies impressions. "I gotta admit though baby, I'm beginning to like how your mind works when it comes to *kidnappings*"


She drew one finger down the indent in his chin, leaning in to taste
him. He'd eased on the car ride. Even as he'd complained that she wouldn't let him do anything he'd actually relaxed. Of course letting him have command of the radio had been part of it, but his musical taste was pretty good. The kiss was gentle, nothing rushed. As if the sea air had already infused him with a bit of peace.


She felt his fingers at her hair, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. Her brain fuzzed a bit as that lethal tongue of his drew her away from her own troubles. This was what they needed, just them, No fans, no Elena, no Richie and certainly no Doc.


He nibbled along her lower lip, never getting enough of her taste as his hands started a long slow glide along her sides, "So Katy, tell me we have a private beach.. cuz babe do i have some plans..."
Her lips teased into a smile against his. "How does 2 miles of private beach sound?"


He leaned in and flicked the tip of his tongue along the lobe of her ear, "Sounds like I have plenty of room to explore you over two miles of sand."


She laughed and lifted her shoulder against the tickle, opening her car door before she did something stupid. "Well, good thing we don't need much in the way of clothes." She grinned. "Though, sadly no male suits." She glanced down at his battered jeans. "Although..."


He slipped from the car and shook his head, his hair flying this way and that, "Oh no you are so not cutting off these jeans, I just got them wore in and comfortable."



"Guess you'll just have to go sans-suit, Sugar." She grinned at him over the hood of the car.


His grin grew wider as he caught the dare, his hands slipping to his belt, "no time like the present sweetheart."


Her eyebrow quirked. "Now that's what I'm talkin' about," she said and shut the door, running for the back path.


He took off after her, his hands pulling his tee-shirt from his chest as he ran. God to just be young again, he'd almost forgot what it felt like to be free. Stopping for a moment he toed off his boots and let his jeans drop before taking after her again. "ohhh Katy!"


Her head whipped around to see where he was and she stumbled on a rock as his lean hips led to a very naked, very aroused male. Luckily, the beach was literally at the back door and her well padded butt landed in sand. "Oof," she said more out of surprise than hurt.


He went to his knees as he reached her, his hands moving up to tug at her shirt. "Someone’s definitely over dressed here and it ain’t me babe."


She leaned back on her elbows, watching him tug at her t-shirt. When the flat of his palm slid along her belly, cupping her breast she let her head tip back. Sun, ocean and her--She swallowed thickly. Her what? Her man? She stared back at him, the happiness there in his eyes. Eyes so blue they rivaled the perfect summer morning sky.


She leaned into him, catching his mouth in a hungry kiss. Today, this week...this two weeks he was hers, just hers. She fished under her shirt and unsnapped her bra, groaning as his hands found her. The clever fingertips that brushed and stroked, plucked and rolled a nipple until she was ready to scream with the pure joy of it.
He shivered as her head tilted back, there was just something about the long line of her neck that did him in. Unable to resist its lure he dipped in, his tongue swirling over the skin there before dipping into the hollows of her shoulders, and that was just the start, one little taste of Kate was never ever enough.


His lips slid lower, brushing barely over one nipple, a grin escaping him at her breathy moan as it peaked to his ministrations. "God you make me crazy Katy."


She flipped her shirt off, suddenly desperate to get his skin against hers. Shrugging out of her bra, she gasped as he drew deep and hard on one nipple. "Mercy," she whispered. She could feel the sand slipping under her ass, seeping into her jeans, the coolness of the sand and his hot mouth had her jack-knifing up into that reckless place that scared her. He brought it out of her so easily.


Her hand needed something to do as she sat up. Her fingers brushed over the deliciously weaving cock, proud in the sunshine, hard as the rocks that littered the beach. She flicked her knuckle under the soft, silky head smiling as he hissed against her chest.


His head fell back as the scrape of her knuckle had him ready to pop. Goddamn if any other woman could ever do that to him; that was a gift of Kate alone. He groaned lightly as his lips slid from her breast along her belly before circling around her belly button. Damn her skin was divine, but he needed to taste all of her, and he needed it now.


He groaned as he dipped in, his nose buzzing over the seam of her jeans, her scent teasing him even through the denim. God she was glorious, but she was way too fuckin’ clothed. His hands quickly had the jeans unbuttoned, unzipped and sliding down over her shapely legs. He wanted her naked now. As the jeans fell from her feet he tossed them haphazardly over his shoulder, his eyes darkened as they raked over her voluptuous form. Slipping back slightly he lifted one slender leg and hefted it over his shoulder as he crowded in and inhaled. Sex, sea and sunshine mixed as he widened his tongue, flicking it against her moistness for the first taste.