Chapter Twelve

>> Friday, May 22, 2009

She twisted around the sheet bumping her butt into his belly as she blinked again. She’d been awake for hours, they’d come home and naturally played twister beneath the sheets. His slow heavy breathing was of little comfort to her as the night’s events played over in her mind.

Why had she been so upset? He wasn’t he first person to question her, and he wouldn’t be the last. She shifted as she felt his arm snake around her waist as his hand splay across her belly, his fingers teasing against her belly jewel.

The warm tickle of breath pricked the hairs at the back of her neck. He was a fun guy, a little high strung but that was the fun part. Making him un-strung. Proof of tonight was he needed it. Obviously relations with his ex and his American life, tension was still running high.

She absently stroked across his knuckles with the pad of her thumb as she fell into

What if he was different than the rest?

No, he couldn’t be. Men were all the same and he was still so new to her. He shifted again, rolling into her as the sheet draped lower across her breasts.

She didn’t need a relationship and she certainly didn’t need one with a man who was still carrying obvious battle scars from his last one. Then she’d end up all the same as the rest of them. Unhappy five years down the track and stuck in a rut. She’d seen it all so many times.

She watched friends from college settle down straight after studying, have kids and ten years down the road been miserable as hell. And her parents, well they were never a Hallmark card for marriage that’s for sure.

“What are thinking about?” she hadn’t realized he’d woken up behind her.

She grinned, “nothing – just couldn’t sleep,” She patted his hand against her belly.

“Why aren’t you up working, isn’t that what you usually do?” he asked resting his chin in the dip of her shoulder.

“Yeah- I didn’t feel inspired tonight.”

“Or the company was too hard to leave?” he teased against her ear as he pulled back rolling her with him. She landed on her side and scooted around to face him as he pulled the sheet right up over their head.

“If that’s what you want to think,” she teased as they bumped noses, the moonlight shrouding through the white cotton of the sheet. He dipped down and caught her lips in a kiss until it popped when he broke apart.

She’d got everything she wanted, her career and her apartment and she’d done it all on her own terms. She didn’t have to answer to anyone. And she loved it. Some may call her selfish but she knew she had a good heart.

“You’re scaring me – you’re too quiet,” he teased.

She reached up and swept back his hair, “I’m fine. I told you – I’m just menstrual.” He chuckled and nipped her nose.


She couldn’t shake the feeling, she wasn’t even sure what the hell it was.

“So – what do you want to do tomorrow after work?” she asked him.

“I have no pre-nup with Dorothea.” He simply said. She snapped her head up to his,
just been able to see the black in his blue eyes through the moonlight.

She twisted a little more into his chest and let him sift his fingers through her hair, twisting it gently around his fingers. “So she’s taking you to the cleaners?”

He nodded, “we agreed of what we’d do when I left New York and my offer was very generous. But now…” he twirled the end of her hair absently. “Now, she wants a whole lot more. I think she’s got a new guy on the scene that’s after my money.” She felt him sink further into her, the weight of his words heavier than him.

“I’m sorry Jon that must be awful. What can you do?”

See, exactly why relationships are always trouble.

He snorted. “Pay my lawyer more money.”

“Could I take her?” she asked looking up resting her chin on his shoulder.

He laughed, “most probably, but I don’t think you’ve got a bad bone in your body Colby Henderson.”

It was her turn to laugh, “well it takes something really special to make me really angry.” Her breath caught in her throat momentarily as the restaurant scene flashed through her mind.

“Yoo hoo?” she blinked and looked back up into his shadow. Christ, she needed to seriously get a grip of herself.

“Sorry, I told you I was all out of sorts tonight.” She brushed it off so effortlessly, the last thing she needed was him to get a hold of her mashed thoughts.

He leaned forward and captured her lips in a long slow kiss, his breath warm and calm. She closed her eyes and let him roll her on top of him. She grinned into his mouth as the kiss turned from sweet to hot. Her hands smoothed up over his chest and up around his neck as she pulled her mouth away from his. She let her mouth roam down the thick cords of his neck, across the bump of his Adam’s apple feeling the moan below vibrate through her mouth.

He arched up as she continued down across his flat smooth pecs, letting one hand slip under him into the deep groove of his back. Her other hand slid further south as she let her short nails scrape across his belly letting her fingers come to rest in the deep grove of his pelvis.

She looked up with hooded lids, he’d propped himself up further against the pillows and through the darkness of the night she could feel those bright eyes burning on her every move. She felt his cock bump against her thigh as she slid lower. He bunched his hands into her hair as she kissed along the flat of his belly, down.

“God,” he groaned. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and brought it to her lips
letting her breath tickle the tip of the head.

“Colby—“He shifted under her in any attempt to get her lips near the prize.

She took him, taking long strong strokes. He growled thrashing back into the pillows, her hair fanning around his thighs as she felt him let go. From tip to base, she laved along the smooth skin. She cupped one of his balls, letting her thumb circle the delicate skin.

“Jesus,” his sucked in breath popped through the darkness.

Her other hand shifted lower down his back and dug her nails into ass, the slick sweat on his rough thighs smearing across her skin. His breathing was more desperate, and hitched as she tightened her grip around his sac.

“Colby, oh god –“ he patted down for her but she stayed tight, suctioned to his cock letting her tongue swirl along the tip before pressing it against her tongue taking him deeper.

Her own arousal twisted in her gut, she needed him as much as he needed to complete what she was doing. He may found it easy to get lost in her, but she was finding it was all too easy to become lost in him.

And that was starting to scare her.

He writhed and bucked as he came, his body becoming so light under hers as he drifted away from her, sinking back into the mattress.

He reached down, as she scooched higher he cupped her ass settling her above him as she pinned her knees on either side of his hips. The wildness in her eyes matched her hair as she rocked forward and then back, her ass bumping the head of his cock.

“What am I going to do with you?” he asked as she leaned down and smashed her lips on his.

Punctuating each word with a kiss she teased him ruthlessly. “I’ve got an idea, or two – or three.”

“Come here,” he titled her chin and kissed her again letting his tongue taste each corner of her mouth. She pulled away when he deepened the kiss, frowning before he let his hands trace up her sides to cup her bare breasts. As he let his thumbs drift over her little peaks she arched up and back, the glint of her belly jewel catching in the moonlight.

He grinned. “Touch your breasts…”

She looked back down at him and arched a brow.

“Isn’t that your job?”

The lean silhouette of her naked body above his was testing his patience, but he had to do it. He wanted to explore her, all of her – this woman above him was an intrigue above the rest.

He snorted, “not right now – I want to see how you take care of you, Colby.”

Her grin was one of pure evil as she cupped her breasts and leaned back, rubbing her thumbs across her nipples. His cock, threatened to launch him up right off the bed.

“Oh good fuck,” when she groaned with a little hitch in her voice, he regretted it. Damn it – why the fuck would he do this to himself – especially with her.

Never play a player.

He reached up for her hands but she clutched her breasts tighter. She grinded herself against him, so much he could feel the moisture on her thighs. He growled and in one quick move, he’d pinned her on her back.

“Don’t like that game do you?” she raised her brow and watched her little pink tongue flick out across her bottom lip.


“Shut up-“he growled as he lifted her leg up on his shoulder and slid into her easily. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself up onto the pillows, for a better angle.

“Oh Jesus –“Christ she was fucking tight. His balls were about blue as he moved slowly in and out of her, the slick sound of their bodies slapping against each other filling the room.

“Higher,” she bit down on her lip as he pulled her leg higher, feeling her foot hit the side of his cheek. His eyes crossed as he sank deeper into her, stretching her. The low groan from her throat, met his mouth as her eyelids fluttered.

He joined her when her hand scooped under them, cupping his balls as her thumb massaged one lightly.

“Oh shit –“their teeth clicked as the kiss became more urgent, the need to take her higher, and harder became more important.

“Jon – faster –“she panted, the wavy locks of her hair starting to slick around her face.

He complied, rocking his hips forward and clutching her hands from his neck and pinning them at each side of her shoulder as he moved. Her little magic hands worked their magic down below, he wasn’t going to let her take him over again without her.

“No –“he growled tightening his grip around her wrists.

He let one go and found her sweet heat with the pad of his thumb. He dipped in and rubbed her clit causing her to arch beneath him. “Yesss” his hissed as he brought her close. Her breasts right there, open for the taking – he took one clean into his mouth and sucked.

She screamed his name through the room as she shook under him, finally easing as he spilled deep inside her. Slumping to the side, the sweat beaded down his temples as hands found him – her fingers lost themselves in his hair as she kissed him again.
Finally she broke away and pressed her cheek against his chest. He wrapped her up, feeling the little sigh leave her chest. Her wild hair fell over his arms as he rolled her into him, nosing into his chest.

“I could of waited longer you know,” he quipped.

She attempted to laugh but he already could feel her body growing heavy against him.

He liked her a lot – she was fascinating, and enough to hold his interest in the short term in London. In the real world, he doubted they would be compatible at all – but didn’t matter. He’d found the perfect woman for his situation. No fuss, spontaneous so it broke the cycle of long days on the set – yep, things were pretty good right? Just the way they were.


Chapter Eleven

>> Monday, May 11, 2009

Shoving past the waiter the click of her boots followed her out the door. She pressed her palms hard against the door only to find the little gold letters that gleamed “Pull”, staring back at her. “Dammit,” she yanked the door open letting it bang hard behind her as she sliced through the cold night air.

What the hell? Did he take his asshole pills before they came out tonight? What was his problem? She wrapped her arms around herself and began to walk, why he couldn’t just accept her for her? Why did there always have to be a reason to who she was.


She stopped midway blinking and sucked her breath in. Why did she even care?

It’d had never bothered her before what people thought, and she shouldn’t have to start now. He was just a guy. A guy she’d screwed a few times and had a bit of fun with. She smiled. A cute one at that.

God, what was she doing? She’d not only over reacted in front of him, she’d put her defense up without even knowing it.

“Shit.” She turned around to go back in but the wooden door crashed against the wall when he strode wide eyed out towards her.

“Colby! Jesus…” he cuffed her wrist with his fingers. “I’m sorry.”

She looked up in his eyes, her own reflection bouncing off the surrounding street lights. “It’s OK, Jon.”

He squeezed her wrist harder, “no it’s not I was out of line…”

She forced a smile, “no you weren’t I was. I over reacted… it’s no big deal at all.” She looped her arms around his waist and swung her hips into him. “I’m probably due for my period.” She laughed when his brow zinged. “I’m just cranky.” She leaned forward bumping her nose into his jaw, but he stiffened under her.

“What’s wrong?” She scraped her teeth slowly across the prominent jaw line but still he didn’t give in. She sighed and swept her hands up over the contours of his back to his neck linking them at his nape.

“You’re not going to do this to me again Colby. I want to talk to you.” He did relax this time slipping his hands under her coat lifting her into him.

She grinned and ran her tongue across his bottom lip. “Talk to me then, tell me what you want to do to me…” He groaned in her ear as she felt the swell against her belly.

He nipped her chin lightly. “I want to do a few things to you woman, but we need to talk. I didn’t mean to—“she crashed her lips too his tightening her grip at the back of his neck. Her nipples pricked through the material of her dress as she rubbed against his chest.

He growled as he deepened their kiss, hiking up red silk his thumb grazed against soft bare skin before he hooked it under her pants. “Stop it,” he said into the kiss.

“Make me stop,” she whispered back as he walked her slowly backwards as the people zigzagged around them on the sidewalk. She knew he couldn’t do it. She had him again, it was becoming too easy… like a game. She told herself it was just men and sex, as soon as it was brought to the table. All other bets were off.

“I want to… god I want to.” It was said with lack of determination. He was powerless and she knew it.

He walked her backwards into the alley, her back skidding across the cold rough brick. She hissed as he tugged her coat right off her shoulders and connected his mouth quickly to skin. His hand slid up her thigh as she arched her leg and twisted it around his hip. “Please,” she whispered.

“I’m sorry –“he said again as he nuzzled between her breasts nosing the silky material away before popping one taut nipple into his mouth. Her eyes crossed as she arched backwards, her other hand raking through his short hair, desperate to grab, tug anything.

God. She gasped as he sucked greedily on her, thoughts beginning to fade. It wasn’t loving it was angry. Anger that she’d seen in the restaurant when he’d come back from the call.

The pop echoed into the alleyway as he let it go and his eyes looked back up at hers through hooded lids. “Who was on the phone?”


He snapped his head up, his pulse beating in his ears as his erection strained within his pants. “No one...”

And there goes my erection.

He’d tried so desperately to forget the sound of Jersey slang scathing him down the phone minutes ago. He had another woman’s breast inches from his mouth and all he could think about was…

His fists curled as he slammed her back against the wall. “No one important,” he reiterated watching her little pink lips part. Sweet innocent lips that in seconds could do so much fucking damage.

He dipped down and took in her scent again, moments away from popping the other into his mouth. “It was her wasn’t it?” And then he stopped.

Well fuck, she was a fortune teller now?

“Don’t do this.” He muttered as he let his lips slide across the soft curve of her breast towards her nipple. He needed to forget, he needed alcohol, hell he needed her to stop talking and do other things. He sucked hard against her nipple until she tugged against his hair.

“What did she want Jon?” Fuck, would she just stop. What the hell was she doing to him?

“To be a bitch.” He muttered against her skin. Her fingers brushed under his chin tilting his gaze to meet hers. Her cheeks were high with flush and her blue eyes calm and dark. Calm like a still night on the beach of St Thomas, equally with that mysterious darkness the sea held at night.

Her hands cupped each side of his face as she drew him closer. “Let it all go,”

He frowned. What the hell? What was she? This woman confused the shit out of him at times. There was an undeniable connection between them but one that was so new to Jon, hell he wasn’t even sure what it was.

Was it love? No.

He liked her yes. But something, something every time he was with her dragged him under. Like a druggies next line of cocaine. She made him forget. He was supposed to be the one apologizing here, and somehow she’d managed to turn this whole thing around to him. Again.


“Colby, I don’t want to—“she pressed her fingers against his lips.

“Shh, its OK. Let it go. What did she do?” she pressed her lips against his letting him taste her flavor.

Why couldn’t more people be like this? Fuck, she seriously had no worries. No past relationships dragging around behind her. Nothing. He couldn’t still wrap his head around that possibility she was just free. He was an asshole to assume she had an issue.

Everyone had an issue right?

“You really want to know?” he asked her. What else could he say? She was a complete stranger. Fuck. He scratched the back of his head and went to step back, his was erection fading and fast. But she pulled him back to her.

“Don’t. Keep going. “She dragged him in by his buckle and un-looped the leather letting it slide to the floor.

“Colby-“but he ended up hissing her name into the night air as she cupped his dick stroking it slowly. He lost his footing for split second as his skin started to burn, burn with need for her. He was hard in seconds in her hot little hands.

“Tell me.”

“God, um…” he groaned as she swiveled her hand around and her thumb pressed against his balls.

“Jesus—“The rush of wind and angry toot of car horns slowly faded till all there was just her. Ex-wives and divorces were long from his mind as he captured her mouth in a long slow kiss while she continued slowly stroke him.

He mumbled into the heat of her mouth, hiking his fingers into her hair pushing it back from her face as he angled the kiss deeper. “No more talking, just kiss.” He closed his eyes when she closed hers and swallowed the little hitch in her breath. Tasting each corner of her mouth he took in her taste. Finally he broke apart pressing his forehead against hers.

“I don’t know how you do it.” He’d lost himself in her, again.

She just smiled as her eyes fell to his lips. “If I told you, I’d have to kill you – you want to go home now?”

All he could was nod. He was in a fucking alleyway in London. Was she the devil woman? He was half convinced. These kinds of women were Richie’s women. Not his. But that something… god that something made him surrender without question, she possessed.

“Your place?” he asked.

She nodded slowly and he cursed at the grin that spread across her face. She’d won and she damn well knew it.

She put him back together the little smile still playing on her lips.

“When we get somewhere private you know I am going to wipe that smile right off your face Colby Henderson.” It was a threat. A threat to have her screaming his name in seconds once they were behind closed doors.

“We’ll see.” She shifted her clothes, straightening herself and grabbing his hand. “Come on then, come show me what you’ve got.” He clasped his hand around hers and shook his head as they disappeared back into the night. What the hell was he ever going to do about her?

She was his cocaine. Just like the drug, possibly bad for him after excessive use, but in the moment gave him a buzz that made everything else seem less important. Too good to be true? He was never sure with her and if dinner was anything to go on, he’d never really know.

He wasn’t sure whether he ever wanted to find out.


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