tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18931484836144712752024-02-18T22:07:02.522-05:00Under The InfluenceSuper_Kiwihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18000771355101318462noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893148483614471275.post-74842997028005385582009-11-30T02:11:00.003-05:002009-11-30T02:29:42.771-05:00Chapter Seventeen<span style="font-style:italic;">Note: I know it's been forever since I updated this, a muse is a fickle thing, in all honestly I got lost on how to move the story from this point to where I wanted it to go :) Looks like sometime apart worked, so if you care to re-indulge in one of the characters I do adore. Please do :)<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br />Colby twisted her beads around her fingers, “trust me Jon, you don’t love me. You love the idea of me.” Guys always did. They thought once they had her, they’d love this life with her. The nature of reality and experience told her that they got bored when she didn’t change and didn’t settle down the way they expected that she would. <br /><br />He looked away from her, and she rolled her lip over her teeth. Damn, he had to go and get all sentimental on her didn’t he? She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, resting her chin on her shoulder. “Jon, I’m flattered but you know this wouldn’t work long term right?” She chuckled and buried her nose into the wool of his jacket. “I’d drive you crazy after awhile, you know that.”<br /><br />He took another puff and blew the plume of smoke out. “You drive me crazy now Colby, fucking crazy I just want to-“ He stopped and took another swift pull of his cigarette. <br /><br />She sighed as they both stood there, ok. Maybe deep down she liked Jon more than she cared to admit. She loved having him around, and she loved driving him crazy. He was too easy, but love? Colby wasn’t really sure if she was built for love, or if she could handle it. <br /><br />“I had an incredibly naked woman in there Colby, perfect A grade tits and legs up to her waist, and I could think about was you.”<br /><br />She jabbed him in the side, “I have good tits and good legs too you know.” She felt relief when he at least chuckled. <br /><br />“Yes, yes you do. You do more than that, you make me laugh.”<br /><br />She smiled and turned him around, as people passed them by on the street. “Well that’s a good thing right?”<br /><br />He held her arms and met her eyes, “You make me laugh, you drive me crazy, you make me want to shake you sometimes. You also make me want to take you home and drive into you until you scream, Colby.”<br /><br />Her lips kicked up, “well I’m not saying no to that, am I?”<br /><br />He pressed his forehead against hers, “don’t you see. The more I try to not think about you, the more I do.”<br /><br />Her heart quickened and she watched his eyes fall flat. She pressed her finger to his lips. “Jon, I don’t do love. I just don’t.”<br /><br />“Don’t or won’t.”<br /><br />The silence deafened her ears, god, why couldn’t she just break this and walk away from him? Like all the rest, cut him loose. Her fingers curled around his arms as he held her. The heat crept up her neck, making it impossible for her to think straight. “I don’t, Jon.”<br /><br />“Ok, look. I’ve had too much to drink and my heads pounding, so maybe I should call it a night. I’ve had too many games from Dot and I’m not in the mood for anymore, even yours.”<br /><br />Her heart dropped, and that was unexpected. “Ok, I’m sorry she’s been putting pressure on you Jon, maybe you should go.”<br /><br />He pulled back and nodded, “I think its best.” He captured her lips with his in a slow, long kiss. She wondered, the sort of kiss when you say goodbye. She could do this, she could let him go if this is what was best for him. Despite the games and loving manipulating him, she hated to see him sad. His wife had obviously done a great job at that before her, and she didn’t ever want to be responsible for that sad look in his eyes, ever.<br /><br />He stood back, “Goodnight Colby.” And he turned, leaving her standing there alone on the corner. <br /><br />She watched him disappear around the corner, and panic rose in her throat. What the hell? She looked back over her shoulder, the direction she should be going home and didn’t move. She didn’t love him, there was no way in the world she could. She dug her hands into her pocket and waited for her body to make the first move home. <br /><br />She felt sad. Would he call her? Fuck, how did she get to this point, worrying about whether he’d call her. She was used to knowing, that they’d call. The way she left them, not the other way around. <br /><br />Dammit, she started to run after him and whipped around the corner smashing into a wall of wool and warmth. Two hands grabbed her, startling her to meet his eyes.<br /><br />“You were coming back?”<br /><br />He laughed, the sparkle returning to his eyes. “You were coming after me?” <br /><br />She blushed, “no I was just going to make sure you were—you know ok.” She fingered the lapels of his collar. <br /><br />“Uh huh, and what were you exactly going to do when you saw I was ok?” He raised his <br />brow and that smirk curled his lips.<br /><br />“This,” she tugged him to her, and pressed her lips against his letting his heat take her. She felt right again, safe. She moaned when his tongue found her mouth, and she let him taste her. His hands shot up into her hair, turning her to angle himself deeper. Heat flooded to her toes as she rose higher to meet him, until she finally pulled back. “Wait,” she breathed as he moved his arms around her waist. She kissed his nose and smiled. “This is not a declaration,” she looked back down at his lips and kissed him again. “It’s a don’t go...I’ll miss you, and you know that’s hard for me to admit to you.”<br /><br />His own smile beamed across his face, “that’s good enough for me.”<br /><br />She knew she’d taken a step forward, and she’d shown him he did mean something more to her than just a play thing. She wasn’t sure what, but she was going to figure it <br />out. She wasn’t ready for any declarations of love or things she knew, she just couldn’t say. <br /><br />“Are you sure? I know you said-“<br /><br />He silenced her with a kiss, “I love you Colby.”<br /><br />Her knees buckled, as she knew he was dead serious so she didn’t’ joke. Instead she smiled and kissed him back, “thank you – now you coming home with me or what?” She squealed when he scooped her up in his arms and started walking. <br /><br />“Jon, what in the name are you doing?”<br /><br />“Carrying my mistress home, if we’re lucky we might make the papers.” He carried her to a cab stand stand and soon she was unlocking them into her apartment. They giggled and shed clothes all the way up to the bedroom where he took her, over and over again.<br /><br />~<br /><br />The moonlight shone through her skylight as he padded back from the kitchen with a glass of water, there she slept as beautiful as a princess. Tonight had rankled him. Never had he expected to blurt out to her he loved her, what the hell was he thinking? He climbed back under the sheet and she instinctively moved in closer to him nuzzling into his shoulder.<br /><br />He replayed the moment he’d turned around to go back after her and she was there. Was he really going to be willing to keep her in his life, knowing she may never feel the same way about him? But then she was there, walking back in his direction. She may not know it, but at least he’d worked out that was Colby’s way of saying she felt something.<br /><br />He lost his fingers in her silky hair as she slept beside him, he really hadn't expected to get back here so quickly. Dot was a rollercoaster of hell before they finally broke up, yet Colby was so different to her. And so different to him, maybe that’s what he needed.<br /><br />God, lately he didn’t really know what he needed. One minute he was content with her games, content that she always seemed to twist things around to her way, without him realizing until it was too late. Maybe that was part of the appeal, what if he figured her out? Would she become boring?<br /><br />“Stop thinking so damn hard, I can hear you from here.” He looked down as she mumbled sleepily against his shoulder.<br /><br />“Sorry baby,” he stroked her hair and kissed her temple.<br /><br />“You’re not planning our wedding are you?” She asked, not opening her eyes. God, she was beautiful when she slept.<br /><br />He laughed, “christ, no...” She would never be the marrying type, he already knew that. And you know what, he was ok with that.<br /><br />“Good, besides I’ll be wearing red anyway.”<br /><br />His brow lifted, “red huh?” He twirled a strand of hair around his finger, “And what would I be wearing?”<br /><br />She lifted her head, propping herself up on her elbow. “Maybe you could be naked.” <br /><br />Even in the darkness of the room, he saw her blue eyes shimmer, stirring his cock. <br />She trailed her finger up over the sheet to his belly, drawing lazy circles across his abdomen. <br /><br />“That’s not fair if I’m naked and you’re not...” he watched her finger as she traced his pecs, and groaned when she skimmed over his nipple which hardened instantly at her touch. <br /><br />“How long can you stand it?” She asked with a teasing smile, as she flicked the other one gently.<br /><br />His cock strained against the sheet, “you don’t want to start that game with me, little girl.” The tip of her finger slipped over his chin and she skimmed along his bottom lip. She squealed with delight when he nipped and caught her finger, pushing himself over to roll her on her back. He laced his fingers with hers, and slid easily into her. <br /><br />“That’s how long I can stand it,” he growled as he flooded her mouth. She tasted like sex and sin, and he couldn’t remember a time when he needed it more. He pushed the thoughts of what happened next, how to sustain any form of a relationship with a girl that lived in London as he swelled inside of her. <br /><br />“Jon,” she hiccupped and threw her head back, exposing the sexy long line of her neck for his taking. Teeth scraped, and lips drank as he drove into her blind, wrapping his fingers tighter, rolling his hips deeper.<br /><br />“Colby,” it still amazed him how much she tightened for him, taking it all. He broke the links and lifted her up, cupping her luscious ass. Her hair sprinkled around her shoulders, and her lips parted in surprise as he took the angle further, deeper.<br /><br />Her breasts bounced as he kept the rhythm going her arms hooked up around his neck and she leaned back and let go, losing herself in the moment. Fuck him if it wasn’t enough to let himself go, drinking in the full length of her delicious body. He dipped down, tasting her breasts as she hitched and screamed her way through an orgasm. He held on, god knows how as he sucked and nipped her into the next one. <br />Finally, he spilled deep slamming them both down on the mattress. Breath and words were both optional as the moonlight crept back in, after the stars had finished bursting before his eyes.<br /><br />“Is that a prelude to the amazing wedding sex I get if I come naked?”<br /><br />She giggled into the pillow as he wrapped himself around her from behind and took in her scent, things had shifted, the tide had moved. He wasn’t sure exactly what, but maybe that was part of the allure of Colby, you just never knew what you were going to get.<br /><br />As long as it was her, he could take it. For now.Super_Kiwihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18000771355101318462noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893148483614471275.post-36550667511463704592009-07-24T17:40:00.006-04:002009-09-19T17:58:07.515-04:00Chapter Sixteen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgokt0XTPwXUlsxtfHQwvoZgTJ7Xs4IDaEKrn1ObOQRZEbWFdNwxsQrbi1WpnCu9XUOCJoD37zn3K1BqeoB8MiUFxJWeyvLMh4SBPXdUExXDXP_tkp2tubE0KGUsSe4LSie6Kl06QEtlK7f/s1600-h/DA-Cap-Stripper.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgokt0XTPwXUlsxtfHQwvoZgTJ7Xs4IDaEKrn1ObOQRZEbWFdNwxsQrbi1WpnCu9XUOCJoD37zn3K1BqeoB8MiUFxJWeyvLMh4SBPXdUExXDXP_tkp2tubE0KGUsSe4LSie6Kl06QEtlK7f/s320/DA-Cap-Stripper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362145947854859842" /></a><br /><br />He wrapped his coat around her shoulders, the cold blast of icy air hit them on the street. “Where are we going again?” Christ, this woman was on speed sometimes. All he wanted to do was to take her home and sink into her. Jon’s eyes widened when they pulled up outside what looked oddly like a gentleman’s club. <span style="font-style:italic;">Sophisticat</span>s. “Uh Colby what are we doing here?” he whispered, the pink glittering lights already blinding him. <br /><br />“Scared huh? Don’t worry I’ll be there to hold your hand.” She smiled with a devilish grin, one that only she could envoke.<br /><br />He groaned, “That’s what I’m afraid of.” She’d brought him to a strip club? He chuckled, christ only Colby would think of this. What woman in their right mind took their guy to a strip club? She was already talking to one of the bouncers when he got to the entrance. The big burly black guy nodded in Jon’s direction and unclipped the red velvet rope to the VIP entrance.<br /><br />She grabbed her arm as they walked down the dim hallway where the pulse of the music already was chattering his teeth. “Did you need to draw attention to me already?"<br /><br />She laughed. “Relax, we’re getting a private room, so no one can see you except the dancers. Discrete. They know how to be here so don’t worry and just relax. And besides didn’t you say you wanted to see me make out with another woman? Well here could be your chance if you’re a good boy tonight,” she tugged on his collar with a wink. <br /><br />He swallowed “What? You were serious when you said that weren’t you?” Fuck, she was dead serious. Before he could ask anything more a strapping leggy brunette wearing a glittery bikini grinned and opened one of the doors to the left. A large leather chair was in the center, with a bottle of whiskey, and two glasses and a bucket of ice stationed on the small mahogany table beside it.<br /><br />“Take a seat sir, get comfortable and we’ll send your girl in,” she smiled at Colby.<br /> <br />Jon eyed Colby carefully, she went from all over him to now thrusting him in the path of another woman, what the hell was up with that? Unless – mystery maybe but one thing was becoming clear about Colby. She distracted him when she needed to. He smirked, she totally freaked out with the possessiveness after the dancing. <br /><br />Two could play at this game. He wasn’t stupid. Colby wanted casual, he got that but something told him this might be harder for her to take than she thought –watching him with another woman.<br /><br />Jon followed into the dimly lit room, still fucking confused. “You sure you want to be here when this all happens?” he asked. Any other woman he knew of that he’d had sexual contact with wouldn’t be dead in a place like this.<br /><br />But again she wasn’t just any other woman.<br /><br />Colby laughed, “Relax, you should know by now Jon that nothing fazes me, now come on,” she pushed him backwards into the chair and straddled him, letting the skirt of her dress hike up her thighs. She reached up and pulled the pins from her hair, letting them ping one by one against the floor until her hair tumbled around her shoulders. Fuck, she was a hellcat. His dick hardened when she bucked forward before latching her lips against his.<br /><br />“And seriously if you get offers, you can take them Jon… I don’t mind – really.” Her sapphire eyes gleamed in the light. Offers? He didn’t want any offers. He wanted her. He cupped her hips and ran his hands up her sides. "Colby, I’m not-." Before he could finish the lights fell dim and the music changed to a seductive beat. The door opened and a leggy busty blond wearing a halter dripping in red and silver sequins, with a matching thong, strutted right on in. Colby winked and poured Jon a whiskey, perching herself on the edge of the arm chair swinging her legs over the side. The stripper rounded the chair like an eagle circling its prey, bending and grooving to the music. <br /><br />His cock was already hard as a hammer, not to mention he had one busty blond dancing half naked in front of him, and the other woman he was two minutes previously from fucking, dangling on the arm of the chair. Reason toyed with arousal, and lost as he sank back into his chair, his eyes drifting down the long lean line of the woman gyrating in front of him.<br /><br />Perfect round tits, and an ass made for slapping. <br /><br />Warm lips brushed over his ear, “Turned on yet?” Colby leaned over, and he jolted when her hand slid over his thigh and cupped his junk. He groaned as he watched the woman swerve in, missing his lips by millimeters and lent over towards Colby. White sparkled breasts danced in his face, the only thing pulling his gaze away from them was Colby.<br /><br />The woman’s tongue traced the curve of Colby’s lips, those pretty pink lips that should be around his cock right about now. But instead he watched as they enjoyed a slow hot kiss. He reached for the whiskey and slammed it down his throat. <br /><br />Holy fuck, -- his cock was aching and he didn’t know whether he wanted to join in or yank her away from the woman. He needed to be inside of her. He sucked in his breath and watched the kiss deepen, his knuckles turning white around the grip on the chair when Colby groaned. The two curvy bodies tangled, leaving him wondering if he was watching a lesbian porno flick. But no this was Colby, his Colby.<br /><br />She finally pulled away and picked up her own glass of whiskey and took a long sip. She hadn’t done anything as crazy in a long time. The buzzing in her brain was overwhelming her, the adrenaline pumping in her veins. But the point of the exercise had been achieved. Jon was shifting uncomfortably in the leather chair. She slid herself into the gap beside him so they were both tucked into the chair and hooked one of her legs over him.<br /><br />“Turned on yet?” She whispered nibbling on his earlobe pulling it into her mouth. She rubbed her palm down his flat belly closer to his crotch.<br /><br />His head tilted backwards hitting the plush leather, his eyes closed as lips slid across his neck, he knew they weren’t Colby’s. They just didn’t feel like hers, not as soft. Not as soft?<span style="font-style:italic;"> They’re just lips asshole</span>. He hitched when a hand cupped him, causing his hips to thrust towards her. <span style="font-style:italic;">God I love you </span>….His eyes slammed open and caught hers. Thank fuck he hadn’t said it out loud.<br /><br />“What’s wrong?” Colby asked concerned, the color in his face had drained and his eyes had grown wide like he’d just seen a ghost. <br /><br />Jon pushed the other woman away gently “I’ve got to go,” he quickly said pulling away and standing from the seat. He had to get the fuck out of there, Away from them all. <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Away from her.</span><br /><br />“Jon? It’s ok? Don’t feel bad about this, god. You shouldn’t," Colby coaxed. Maybe it had been too soon for all this. Maybe he wasn’t ready for other woman like this. <br /><br />“I’ve just got to go, I’ll call you,” he stuttered leaving the room. <br /><br />Colby jumped up, she should have let him go but she couldn’t. That look in his eyes had her worried. It wasn’t like the confident Jon she’d come to know, something had rattled those baby blues. She clamored out behind him to the street and looked around when she couldn’t find him. “Jon?”<br /><br />A lone figure had made it to the corner, she hitched up her skirt and with the sharp click of her heels she made it to where he was. <br /><br />“Jon wait,” she grabbed his arm and twisted him around. He’d already lit a cigarette and drew it from his lips.<br /><br />“What Colby?” he snapped. His tone had changed and his face had grown dark. Love? He loved her? Was he kidding? How could he love her he hardly knew her. She was the total opposite to him.<br /><br />“What the hell is up your ass?” she equally his cool tone, “I’m sorry if that wasn’t your thing, I thought it was just a bit of fun.”<br /><br />He took a long draw of his cigarette. “Do you know anything apart from fun?” he asked. He regretted the words coming out when they did. What the fuck was wrong with him? This woman was making him a freaking mess.<br /><br />She arched a brow and cocked her arm on her hip. “What the fuck is that meant to mean?”<br /><br />“Nothing, look I’m going home."<br /><br />“What’s wrong?” she asked with a sigh. “What happened in there?” She wrapped her arms around herself as the breeze whipped around them. <br /><br />Jon went to turn away, leaving her standing there. But he didn’t. He scuffed his shoe on the pavement and didn’t meet her eyes. “When we were in the middle of all this, I started thinking about how much…I love you. How can that even be possible? I hardly know you?” <br /><br />He hardly knew her, how could he possibly love her?Super_Kiwihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18000771355101318462noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893148483614471275.post-90507984084140084032009-07-11T00:42:00.003-04:002009-07-11T01:00:26.077-04:00Chapter Fifteen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLM0L5fA8UHkFzi3hTPUSvDPural0OazoSOTtauuYLtRmVYSBJzzMUeqKYOB46TVT-nU4bcQRq5ojgbTKTawQp7Aq5MtI9sAqyBNlhDQ6ClTLGvHpm4bqH1Ec54AgvoOmhNrsEy9hANxa5/s1600-h/DALive-NeckSing.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLM0L5fA8UHkFzi3hTPUSvDPural0OazoSOTtauuYLtRmVYSBJzzMUeqKYOB46TVT-nU4bcQRq5ojgbTKTawQp7Aq5MtI9sAqyBNlhDQ6ClTLGvHpm4bqH1Ec54AgvoOmhNrsEy9hANxa5/s320/DALive-NeckSing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357060737383036242" /></a><br /><br />As Jon took the stage, he propped himself up on the stool and adjusted the mic. He swung the black guitar over his knee and adjusted the strap. He could do this, he’d chosen a song to sing that show cased where he wanted to take the album he was planning on recording once he got home. Having already have penned a few songs, this seemed to show off the raw edgy emotion he was going to go with. <br /><br />He looked up into the audience, the dance floor filled with people, but only one catching his eye. The flicks of gold against brown caught in the light as she swayed with the man, looking up grinning, laughing. Like only Colby could.<br /><br />His fingers curled tighter around the frets as he watched her, spin her little web – and Daniel fall right into it. He half chuckled, but couldn’t pull his eyes away. <br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />This is just a fling Jon. That’s all it ever was meant to be.<br /></span><br />Then why in the holy hell was it, when he watched Daniels hand slide down her back and cup her ass – he wanted to leap off the stage and smack him one in the jaw. Fuck. He took a deep breath and forced himself to look away. It was just the connection, just the connection he missed – like he had with Dottie. <br /><br />But this wasn’t about Dottie, was it?<br /><br />It’s about the she-devil that’s come and turned your world upside down and all you can think about is her, as much as it pains you to admit that you fall for her spell every time.<br /><br />It’s better to have that spell cast on him and not something else.<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Dammit, just play the song asshole.</span><br /><br />He stole her gaze, and she winked at him before turning her attention back to Daniel. Her hands linking around the back of his neck, and Jon felt his gut clench when her fingers teased the hair at his nape. That was his thing?<br /><br />Wait? He had a thing now? <span style="font-style:italic;">Oh Christ. </span><br /><br />The woman was a fucking conundrum. The end.<br /><br />Fine, if she wanted to play this way. So could he.<br /><br />He took a long slow strum, and the lights dimmed. It was show time.<br /><br />~<br /><br />She laughed and pressed her cheek against the side of Daniel’s head, resting her chin on his shoulder. As the lights dimmed across the room, her attention focused on the silhouette of the man she’d known for the past couple of weeks. He sat solo on a black stage stool with his guitar resting on his knee.<br /><br />“Ah, this is a song that I’m planning on releasing on my upcoming solo album---“ he paused and Colby locked with his eyes. “Hope you enjoy it.”<br /><br />He cleared his throat and his arm took one strong strum down the strings of the guitar.<br /><br />A moody hollow drum beat took over the room, sexy – slow and mysterious. <br /><br />The notes came from his fingers and the lyrics bled from his heart, her fingers loosened their grip from David, Daniel? She couldn’t remember his name. It didn’t matter anymore, what mattered was the man on the stage alone, spilling his guts out for all to hear. The pain wavered through his words, and she could feel the emotion, heavy on his soul. <br /><br />This song was clearly written about something so close to his home and his heart. And she knew instantly that it was about his ex wife.<br /><br />It amazed her to see him so lost in the song, steady and strong taking every note with precision, driving through the pain. He wasn’t that much different than her, in his zone. In that moment – nothing else mattered than that song. <br /><br />She pulled back from the man she was dancing with, his voice had dropped into this low gravely delicious tone that was causing her skin to ripple.<br /><br />It’s just me, it’s just me baby, it’s one more thing you should keep in your book of dreams.<br /><br />“Colby?” <br /><br />“Shh,” she waved off Daniel as she stood, now alone in the middle of the dance floor – feeling the pull of her feet to move closer to him, drawing her in, inch by inch. He was lost, lost on a journey in his art that she was oh so familiar with. <br /><br />Except she couldn’t captivate every single person in the room, like on the level he was. The strains of moaning electric guitar took over from him as he stood, in his moment… eyes locked closed, hand gripped around the mic stand living the words that he was singing. <br /><br />She had an urge, for the first time. Not to play with him, but to comfort him. She wanted to take whatever he was pouring out on that stage and make it better, not forever. The showmanship he displayed was just indescribable and flawless.<br /><br />She was speechless, Colby Henderson was speechless. <br /><br />The slow desperate croon of his voice was shattering her inside, piece by piece. <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">It’s just the song – that’s all. God, it’s just the sad song. No need to get overwhelmed now.</span><br /><br />“Here,” she looked up and Daniel was holding a fresh glass of wine.<br /><br />Yeah just what she needed, she smiled and took it as he stood back with her and watched Jon.<br /><br />“He’s pretty amazing huh?” Daniel said taking a sip from his beer glass.<br /><br />She nodded, “I’ve never seen him play. I mean I knew he was good – from, well I know his band’s songs…but I just didn’t expect this.” She tried to force the wine down, tried to use it to block what was coming off the stage. It was too real, too raw.<br /><br />God, this man had loved – he had really loved and been burnt ridiculously for it. He had the capacity to love. To love her—<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">No</span> – he didn’t and could never love her. Her belly bottomed out as she jammed her glass into Daniel’s hand. “Excuse me, I’ve got to go.” She shifted through the crowds, where in the blue hell was the ladies room here?<br /><br />She trudged her way through the crowd and swung the ladies door open so it crashed against the wall.<br /><br />“Shit, Thank Christ,” relieved there was no one else on the other side. She found a stall and fumbled with the lock. <br /><br />Safety. Away from it, away from the voice… that haunting… love hurt voice.<br /><br />She popped the lid down, and sunk down on the top, burying her hands in her face. <br /> <br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Calm down, just calm down. Nothing’s wrong here, He doesn’t love you. He just thinks he does</span>. <br /><br />No one could love her – in that way. It just wasn’t possible. She was fun, she was exciting – she wasn’t there just to be loved. <br /><br />But god, the emotion that man had astonished her. For someone so jaded on the outside at times, he could smash a knife through a heart with his voice. Then it hit her.<br /><br />Acting, he was just acting – that was all. This wasn’t about her, at all. She stood up and straightened herself up. She was being utterly ridiculous. Jesus. He was singing a song, playing a part – based on his feelings from his marriage.<br /> <br />The way he looked at her from across the room would haunt her, but he had to be playing games. That’s what they did – <span style="font-style:italic;">they played games. <br /></span><br />By the time she’d readjusted herself and walked back into the room, the applause was over and Jon wasn’t on the stage anymore. Good, devastating singing man – over.<br /><br />Daniel was leaning against the bar and smiled her way so she headed over, and took a deep breath to relax.<br /><br />“Hey, sorry – I thought I ate something that didn’t agree with me, but turns out I was ok,” she grinned patting her stomach.<br /><br />“You missed the end of the show, brilliant song. Now I’m interested more about this new album.” He turned to face her. “But enough about that, let’s talk about you.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.<br /><br />He was attractive, hell he was more than attractive – but something deep inside her gut twisted in knots. She was no longer in the mood to tease and play, and when her gaze fell on the man walking across the room she couldn’t help but smile.<br /><br />She wanted to play and tease, just not with Daniel. Daniel had been snagged by someone else that was started to talk business with him, so it left her and Jon seconds apart. <br /><br />“Hey,” she moved into him, her fingers finding the lapels of his jacket and dragging him close to her. <br /><br />“Hey, yourself,” their noses bumped as he linked his arms around her waist and held her. “Enjoy the show?” he asked, the small knowing smirk sitting right on his lips.<br /><br />Her eyes narrowed and she smiled into the kiss as she leaned forward. “It wasn’t bad.” <br /><br />His chuckle vibrated against her mouth as he returned the kiss, “is that so? Or you were too wrapped up in Daniel to notice it?”<br /><br />She caught the hint of sarcasm as his voice fell flat. “Well, he’s a nice enough guy, kinda cute.” She raised her brow. She was pushing him, but hell come on. She lived these days for pushing this man’s buttons. She just didn’t realize it yet.<br /><br />She slipped her hands under his coat and cupped his ass, “and he’s not got a bad ass.”<br /><br />He groaned and kissed her again. “Maybe you should be going home with him then?” His grip tightened around her, normally she’d be turned on how possessive and arrogant he was being. She loved that Jon – her job was to make that Jon come out and play.<br /><br />But this had started the alarm bells to ring inside her head.<br /><br />“Maybe I will.”<br /><br />His mouth smashed against hers, taking any breath she had left as he wrapped himself around her. Their tongues wrestled as she poured everything into that kiss, her confused emotions were being sucked out of her as the kiss grew rougher.<br /> <br />“I need you Colby.”<br /><br />Just the song, it was just the song. It’s made him weak. Like an actor that played an emotional scene, that’s all it is.<br /><br />She was so living in denialsville. He couldn’t be falling for her – he just couldn’t be. This wasn’t part of the deal. This didn’t happen. Ok, that wasn’t always true. Sure guys had fallen for her in the past – and she’d been able to discard them to the side and move on. <br /><br />This one, she wasn’t so sure if she could do it.<br /><br />“Jon,” she whispered as he pulled away and nuzzled against the side of her neck.<br /><br />“Colby – I want you.” <br /><br />She moaned when his thumb brushed against her nipple, causing it to pebble under the silk of her dress. She closed her eyes, and for one minute lost herself in the idea of him, her fingers raking up into his hair as he continued to tease parts of her body. <br /><br />“I could take you right now, in front of all these suits, and I wouldn’t care Colby. I wouldn’t fucking care.” He growled low in her ear, this was bad – he wanted to mark her now, brand her like his own in front of the rest of the pack. <br /><br />No, she couldn’t – he couldn’t go there. <br /><br />It was just the damn song. She kept saying it in her head, over and over hoping she would believe it sooner or later.<br /><br />“That would be good for business now, would it stud?” <br /><br />“I’m done, let’s go home.” He looked back up, his eyes dead serious. “I want to take you home.”<br /><br />She dusted his shoulders and took a step back, “well – I’m all for getting out of this place – but let’s go somewhere first – to spice up the mood.” She was resorting to this, but she had to get him around other woman, to distract his mind of her and onto them. Especially half naked women.<br /><br />His eyebrow cocked, “I’ve already nailed you in a bar Colby – come on, we’ll go back to my hotel room, it’s got porn if that’s what you want.” <br /><br />She choked on her laugh, “trust me on this… you’ll like it.” She curled her finger around his tie, “unless of course you are scared and can’t handle it.”<br /><br />This time his eyes narrowed, “I can take anything you give me.”<br /><br />She dragged him towards the coat check and smiled, “Famous last words rock star.”Super_Kiwihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18000771355101318462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893148483614471275.post-89589277502572651932009-06-29T00:33:00.004-04:002009-06-29T00:45:27.600-04:00Chapter Fourteen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaX0K9kTNej7lVHviaJXfD2zGdRWx-5qFGMswBPKhAO-d_r4GuaKsYw_LwJd57zpLO6zZ_KMXR4BlPymVd0Dxy3IO8uM4fROvO8hn3E693FL628EQE6AtYKmkogU_j6mpL2QWTG7KACfEI/s1600-h/bjcorrespondents.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaX0K9kTNej7lVHviaJXfD2zGdRWx-5qFGMswBPKhAO-d_r4GuaKsYw_LwJd57zpLO6zZ_KMXR4BlPymVd0Dxy3IO8uM4fROvO8hn3E693FL628EQE6AtYKmkogU_j6mpL2QWTG7KACfEI/s320/bjcorrespondents.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352604633263264706" /></a><br /><br />They arrived downtown, an empty bottle of champagne bottle and forty minutes later.<br /> <br />“Good job stud, that was good champagne.” She reached into her purse for her lipstick to quickly reapply before they came to a standstill. As she smacked her lips his dick hardened.<br /><br />Would he ever be able to look at her and not relate to sex? He highly doubt it at this rate.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Fuck.</span><br /><br />The door popped open behind him as Darryl the driver stood waiting. He stepped out onto the sidewalk as the cool night breeze whipped around him and held his hand out to her. They linked hands the click of heels followed them into the convention centre where the dinner was being held. <br /><br />The usual mass of press was stationed in the lobby, cut throat to get that money shot.<br /><br />“Just smile and keep walking… and as hard as it is for you…” he chuckled against her ear, “just don’t talk or answer any questions.” She nodded and followed him in. Bulbs popped and cameras whirred as they found the ballroom ignoring the catcalls of “who is she? Is this why your marriage broke up?”<br /><br />“Jesus, nosy bastards aren’t they?” she muttered when the double doors swung behind them.<br /><br />“You got it – scandal sells baby. And guess what? You’re my scandal.” He winked.<br />She laughed when his eyebrow arched. “Well it’s so boring being just the wife, or the girlfriend. But the slutty mistress, well now there’s something I could live up to.” She straightened the top of her dress and took a glass of wine off the waiter’s tray that swept past them.<br /><br />Why he was even worried how she would handle the press, he'd never know. This was Colby. She'd eat them for breakfast given the opportunity.<br /><br />“More wine? My champagne wasn’t good enough? That was French you know,” he teased as he led her across the room to where some of the executives were muddled around. <br /><br />She ran her tongue across the bottom of her teeth. “There’s something else I like that’s French as well.”<br /><br />He groaned and tightened his arm around hers, “ménage a trois?”<br /><br />She snorted through her champagne and laughed, “You really want to go there with me Jersey?”<br /><br />Christ, she wouldn’t? Oh fuck, yeah she would. Damn how did he keep walking right into those conversations with her, his rock hard cock wasn’t thanking him one bit.<br /><br />“You are a very bad girl Colby Henderson.” He kissed the side of her temple and led her closer to the sea of men in their penguin suits.<br /><br />She linked her fingers through his and smiled. “You wouldn’t like me if I was boring.”<br /><br />This was so true, she just wouldn’t be Colby without it. She was like a rubix cube – so many different colors and combination's. And near impossible to solve.<br /> <br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Time to plaster that fake, oh so happy to see you smile on and get to work</span>. He sighed and tightened his grip around her hand and forced a smile on his face.<br /><br />“Ok, what the hell is that? You look like you’re at high school having your picture taken.”<br /><br />He tucked his hand around her waist. “Oh believe me, you’ll perfect one of these and a fake laugh by the end of the night. You’ll need it.”<br /><br />“I liked normal Jon better, business Jon looks scary,” she whispered as they got closer to the men at the end of the room. <br /><br />“Yeah well, I like normal Jon better too. His face doesn't ache at the end of the night."<br /><br />She stopped him before they reached the men and faced him. <br /><br />“Your champagne was perfect, I think when we get home it’s time to share some of my work with you.” She winked and ran her tongue across her teeth.<br /><br />“Empty promises, you already said I was getting a preview and here I am still waiting.” He folded his arms and stood there.<br /><br />“Do you want me to tell these people what I make if they ask me?” she dared inching in closer to him.<br /><br />He cupped the back of her neck and sipped from her gently. “Do that, and I’ll have very angry Jon come out when we get home.” He nipped at her bottom lip.<br /><br />Her eyes sparkled as she laughed, “oh now angry Jon is my favorite.” <br />“He is?” <br /><br />She nodded, “uh huh, because I know exactly how to lure angry Jon back to normal Jon.”<br /><br />He scooped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, she laughed into the kiss he pressed against her mouth. “You do huh? And how exactly is that?” he asked curiously, searching the sparkle in her eyes. <br /><br />She leaned over and placed her wine glass on a table, and sank back into his grasp. “You’re too easy Jon, when you’re angry all I need to do is…” her hand left his chest and she slowly dragged her palm down his belly but he quickly caught it in his own before she could go any further. <br /><br />“You use sex as a weapon, and that is very dangerous because one day…” he laced his hand through hers and hovered close to her mouth. “One day Miss Henderson, karma will come back and bite you hard in the ass.” He brushed against her lips and pulled back. <br /><br />“As long as it promises not to leave a mark there – I’m good with biting. She tugged his lip into his mouth and sucked hard on it. <br /><br />Dear god, what was he doing with this woman? She was almost too much to handle. And that was a statement, he’d had his fair share of strong women in his life, but none. None compared to her.<br /><br />He didn’t even have time to answer when Bob Lyons called him over, and the endless introductions with every person and their mother in the record company, and so it began.<br /><br />An hour later he returned from the men’s room, straightening his cuffs. Again, he had no idea what he’d been worried about when it came to Colby and this side of his life. She was charming, witty and polite and she nailed it with all the business contacts he’d put her through. She was smarter than he gave her credit for, with each question on how they met and how long she’d been dating Jon – she’d managed to steer the conversation right off herself and onto them.<br /><br />That really shouldn’t have surprised him considering that that’s exactly what she did to him. Often.<br /><br />He laughed as he watched the woman dripping with ruby red beads worked the floor, without him. He’d had comments from various people that she was a delight, fresh and good for him. Not quite the feedback he expected for a “mistress” he’d brought to a party.<br /><br />He lifted two fresh glasses of wine and weaved into the crowd to her.<br /><br />Pressing his mouth on her ear, he grinned. “Are you sure you don’t want to switch jobs. I could use PR girl like you.”<br /><br />She excused herself from the Beadley’s – another set of record executives Jon was looking to do business with and faced him. Her eyes dilated with alcohol as she smiled back at him.<br /><br />“Oh my god, get me out of here,” she hissed. <br /><br />Jon snorted and handed her the glass. “More alcohol makes them much more bearable. Trust me.”<br /><br />She tipped back the glass and took a gulp. “I’m going to just this once Jersey.” <br /><br />“You’re quite the socialite aren’t you?”<br /><br />She snorted, “I just like people and they like me.”<br /><br />He brushed his lips across her jaw. “You seem sure of yourself there?” <br /><br />She raised her brow as she took the next sip of her wine. “Never hurts one, to be a little cocky Jon. You should know that.” <br /><br />He blinked when she flicked his nose and grabbed for her fingers again, twisting his around hers.<br /><br />“Stop flicking my nose little girl.” He leaned in closer, so their lips were just millimeters apart. <br /><br />“Or what?” her eyes grew wide and bright. <br /><br />“Just wait till we get home.” He released her fingers as more people drifted around them pulling them apart. <br /><br />When Jon returned from his next cigarette break, he checked his watch. He’d had enough two hours ago. Thank god it was almost time to play, and then they could get the hell out of here. He moved towards the stage, he should have told Colby where he was going but she’d soon find out soon enough.<br /><br />~<br /><br />“Another one?” Colby looked over at Bob Scott, she smiled and shook her head.<br /><br />“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to get me drunk Robert.” She‘d been talking to Robert for the last twenty minutes and had thought Jon would of come and rescued her by now, but no. Robert was the dashing son of the record exec Jon talked about working for once he got back to New York. And he clearly had a little thing for Colby. <br /><br />He nodded towards the exit and locked his deep brown eyes back onto her. “So how long have you been with Jon?” he asked curiously taking a sip from his beer. He coughed and straightened up his suit jacket. <br /><br />“Well…” she wasn’t really Jon so to speak. “If you mean how long we’ve been playing around… a few weeks. Since he arrived over here.” <br /><br />Robert’s brow raised, “oh – so nothing serious.” <br /><br />Colby laughed, Jesus this guy was trying it on. He was nice enough, but he was one of those rich types that wanted anything that they looked at and liked. She could see it a mile away. <br /><br />“No nothing serious Robert.” She took a sip from her wine and looked around, where the hell was he? She’d kick his ass for leaving her with this guy.<br /><br />“Bob, Colby you can call me Bob,” he placed his hand on her arm briefly before pulling it back away when she didn’t reciprocate. <br /><br />“So Jon tells me you’re a glass blower? That’s an interesting profession. Do you have your own public gallery?”<br /><br />“No, I just have my brand, Liberty Glass. One day I hope that I do though, maybe here… maybe New York…” she caught sight of Jon finally who was setting up on stage with his acoustic guitar. <br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />Well, well now it’s my turn to watch.</span><br /><br />“New York huh? Well you know the right people are always out there just waiting to invest in the right opportunity.” He nodded towards Jon. <br /><br />Ah, the mistress card.<br /><br />She laughed, so typical of the type of people in this room. Assuming the only reason she was with Jon was for his power and money. She felt sorry for people like Bob.<br />She took a sip of her wine and smiled wryly. “So let me guess, I’m Julia Roberts and that’s Richard Gere?” For starters Jon was a hell of a lot better looking than Richard Gere.<br /><br />“Well no – I’m”<br /><br />“And if that is the arrangement what business is it of yours?” he raised his eyebrow.<br /><br />“Well I’m just saying – if Jon doesn’t get you where you want to be – I can always—“<br />Her hand shook and tightened around her flute. She had a right mind to throw his pretentious champagne back into his face. But she swallowed and flicked her hair back out of her face.<br /><br />“Well I am about half way; I’ve got one hundred and fifty blow jobs to go will I get my studio.” Her mouth twisted as she watched Robert choke of his beer.<br /><br />“Oh, yeah its three hundred blow jobs and fifty fucks… added bonus for anal.” <br /><br />Robert furiously tried to mop up the split beer around his shirt.<br /><br />“Nice try Bob.” She said as she turned on her heel and made her way to the side of the stage where Jon was sitting on a stool tuning a shiny black acoustic guitar. <br /><br />“Was Robert hitting on you?” Jon asked nodding in his direction. <br /><br />She couldn’t tell him, she didn’t want him to worry about what people like him thought of her. She didn’t really care in the end. She was happy with who she was, and what was happening with her and Jon. Screw what anyone else thought. <br /><br />“He’s harmless. I’m used to it.” She winked.<br /><br />“Oh so now we’re cocky that every guy wants to hit on you in the room as well?” <br /><br />She giggled, “Of course. I’m hot and quite the catch. No strings.” <br /><br />“There’s a lot more to you than just that though you know,” he held her gaze before looking back to his guitar.<br /><br />So he knew her now huh? She leaned against the side of the stage. “And that is?” she was curious. What did he really think of her?<br /><br />“Jon we’re ready.” The sound stage guy jogged up onto the small make shift stage.<br /><br />Colby nodded at him, “Go on then.” That was going to have to wait, but he’d planted a little seed now. Just what did he see in her?<br /><br />“Thanks Brad,” he looked back down at her and grinned, “now go and prepare yourself for greatness.”<br /><br />“We’ll see about that.” She walked slowly back into the crowd and found a seat at one of the tables up the front. She was looking forward to seeing him in his zone.<br /><br />“This seat taken?” she looked up to a younger guy in a suit, wavy blond hair and beach blue eyes was standing there.<br /><br />“Sure, no problems.” She smiled as he sat down, now he was a little delicious. <br /><br />“I don’t think we’ve met – I’m Daniel. I’ve been working with Jon on some of his ideas for his next album. I’m a producer.”<br /><br />“Nice to meet you Daniel, you can sit down if you get me a lemon and soda.” She held out her hand. “I’m Colby… I’m – a friend of Jon’s.” <br /><br />He shook her hand and with his spare one called the waiter over. “A friend, that’s not what’s going around the room.”<br /> <br />She laughed, “Well people do love a good scandal,” her gaze fell back to Robert but moved back to Daniel who’d ordered her requested drink. She leaned back crossing her legs. <br /><br />“So is it’s true then you’re a foxy mistress of a rock star then?” he teased tucking a strand of sun bleached hair behind his ear.<br /><br />“What do you think?” she asked him with a smirk.<br /><br />He leaned forward and clasped his hands together. “The jury is still out on that one, on one hand the sexy long black dress paints class,” she felt his eyes trail down her body. “And on the other hand, “I’m thinking that the small peek of red lace there means, not is all is how it seems.”<br /><br />Oh this guy was good, he was a lot more genuine though. She’d read in his eyes. She straightened the top of her dress. “Surprises are best kept wrapped, Daniel.” She leaned back as the waiter placed down their drinks.<br /> <br />She chased her ice cubes with her straw before looking back up at him. “So how long have you known Jon?”<br /><br />“Around three years, last time he was over on tour my wife and I did some touring around with him and –Dot.”<br /><br />Ah Dot. She raised her eyebrow. “I see, and where is Mrs Daniel tonight?” she hadn’t noticed a wedding ring on his finger. But in all honesty she hadn’t bothered to look.<br /><br />“Mrs Daniel, is at home with her new husband and baby.” Daniel said, with a hint of regret.<br /><br />She sipped her drink, “Ohh I see –well in that case.” She looked over at the small dance floor which had a few couples scattered around it. She looked back at him. “Let’s dance shall we, I feel like dancing.<br /> <br />“Ah sure--?” Daniel stood as Colby took his hand and led him to the dance floor. She was getting bored, and Jon was about to play so she may as well have the best seat in the house for it. Right in front of him on the dance floor.Super_Kiwihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18000771355101318462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893148483614471275.post-35655070498238122902009-06-20T15:11:00.002-04:002009-06-20T15:16:17.305-04:00Chapter Thirteen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjydC7QKGVgN9J6iC5v_tk8pczO61Mg7q6w21bTda3FgjhTTax5W0zBdlqk8QeSRDkyp-qgIbvPq1YhCRSF7qP6WvGPyC228jnYjxSmMQDDcfPIG05feRMANNbShaE37vJBpnkaBqB9rzQt/s1600-h/14.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjydC7QKGVgN9J6iC5v_tk8pczO61Mg7q6w21bTda3FgjhTTax5W0zBdlqk8QeSRDkyp-qgIbvPq1YhCRSF7qP6WvGPyC228jnYjxSmMQDDcfPIG05feRMANNbShaE37vJBpnkaBqB9rzQt/s320/14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349489925269725282" /></a><br />She rolled over as sunlight sliced across her body, twisted in cotton. Shielding her eyes from the light and groaned. Curious midnight blue eyes were propped up on his side by elbow.<br /><br /> <br /><br />“Can I help?” her eyes darted when his fingers started to trail up her abdomen.<br /><br /> <br /><br />“You can, very much.”<br /><br /> <br /><br />She yawned and stretched her arms above her head. “Seriously? Three times last night and you want more?” She wriggled up against the pillows and patted his belly. “You’re just a little horn dog aren’t you?”<br /><br /> <br /><br />Jon chuckled and rolled onto his back, bands of sunlight bounced off his skin.<br /><br /> <br /><br />“Pot Kettle black much?” he snorted and scratched his chest.<br /><br /> <br /><br />She let her hair scatter her shoulders and pulled her knees up to her chest. “I don’t hear you complaining Mr Bongiovi.” God she needed to work today, her toes twitched and her hands couldn’t keep still.<br /><br /> <br /><br />Glass. She needed her glass. Her eyes fell to his chest that had a likeness to glass, so smooth and crisp. And like glass, she could easily sculpt him.<br /><br /><br />“You’re working today?” she asked without answering his teasing jab.<br /><br /> <br /><br />He sat up and laughed. “You really want to get rid of me don’t you?”<br /><br /> <br /><br />“No it’s not that – I just need to work.”<br /><br /> <br /><br />He swept her hair back from her face. “Ok, ok I can get that. What are you doing tonight?”<br /><br /> <br /><br />She raised her eyebrow and smirked, “no other plans huh?” Something was niggling inside of her, was he becoming too dependent on her? For just a fling.<br /><br /> <br /><br />“I’ve got a surprise for you.” He swung his legs off the bed and stood up. “But if you don’t want it – then I can just leave it.”<br /><br /> <br /><br />She cocked her eyebrow and laughed. “Oh really – you want to surprise me?” she leaned back and crossed her arms. “I’m listening.” He tugged on his jeans and buttoned his fly.<br /><br /> <br /><br />“Yup, but if you don’t want to…” he said nonchalantly as he found his shirt.<br /><br /> <br /><br />She swaddled herself in her sheet and stepped off the bed and plucked a clip off her dresser, bunching her hair up in a messy knot. “Maybe – tell me more. What does it involve?”<br /><br /> <br /><br />He shook his head as he did the buttons up to his shirt. “You know, not every guy would fall for this you know…”<br /><br /> <br /><br />“So what does that tell you Jersey?”<br /><br /> <br /><br />He laughed, “ohh pulling out the geographical nicknames now are we?”<br /><br /><br />She knew what he meant, she played too much. Most guys got bored with it, especially when they always wanted more. It was just who she was.<br /><br /> <br /><br />Pulling on his boots he grabbed his leather jacket and tucked it over his arm. “It tells me, I’m either an idiot – or” he pretended to fall deep into thought, so much she snorted. “Or –“ he came towards her and pulled her in close, cheek to cheek as his breath danced down the long line of her neck.<br /><br /><br />She’d let him have this one moment, one moment to think he was intimidating her.<br /><br /> <br /><br />He pressed his lips hard against her ear, “or that I like the sex too much.” She pulled back and watched his eyes sparkle. Flicking his nose she winked.<br /><br /> <br /><br />“Yeah, you’re not too bad at all.”<br /><br /> <br /><br />She went to stand back but his fingers dug into her elbows. <br /><br /> <br /><br />“Not what you said last night,” he let his fingers draw up her arms and around her neck. “And this morning,” punctuating the sentence with a kiss.<br /><br /> <br /><br />She pressed herself into him letting the sheet slip down between them, her hands found the tuffs at the nape of his neck. “You can’t stand not being the best, can you?” he didn’t, she imagined it was how he operated in his music world as well.<br /><br /> <br /><br />“Nope, because I know I’m the best.” His kiss was simple, his taste still of her and he smelled of spice and sex.<br /><br /> <br /><br />Her eyes flicked up back to his, “well we’ll see about that. I might need some convincing – now what…” she tapped his nose again, “is my surprise?”<br /><br /> <br /><br />“Not till you tell me I am the best.” He nipped at her lower lip, dragging her in closer.<br /><br /> <br /><br />“No, if you want to be the best, You gotta work for it baby…” Blue eyes locked down her own. He was fun, easy to rile up and she already knew him so well. “And…” she fingered at the opening of his shirt. “If you want more chances to find out – you’re going to have to tell me what the surprise is.”<br /><br /> <br /><br />“Oh don’t you even think about blackmailing me Colby Henderson. You won’t get very far doing that.”<br /><br /> <br /><br />She reached down and cupped him gently. “Who said I was blackmailing you specifically?”<br /><br /> <br /><br />He growled and his eyes narrowed. “You know I hate you, right?”<br /><br /> <br /><br />“You hate that you can’t leave me here, that’s what you hate. Am I right?” He was right, any other guy would have left by now. But his circumstances suited them both.<br /><br /> <br /><br />He didn’t answer, instead he kissed her hard, his lips crashing into hers and his arms constricted tightly around her. He sucked her breath from her lungs until she couldn’t breathe.<br /><br /> <br /><br />~<br /><br /> <br /><br />He pulled away from her, cursing himself that he was still here. She’d woken up obviously in some kind of mood, and now again. He was here – under her spell. Why? She was like a lucky dip sometimes, you just never knew what you were going to get.<br /><br /><br />Maybe that was the thing that drew him to her the most, his marriage and his life had become so predictable – same shit, different day – same damn argument. Colby was so different than Dot. God, you couldn’t even compare them. Apple and Oranges wasn’t even close.<br /><br /> <br /><br />He needed to be around people like her.<br /><br /> <br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />Time to get your balls back, she’s just a woman. Come on</span>.<br /><br /> <br /><br />“We’re going out tonight. I’ve been asked to attend a dinner for the record company I’m planning on making my solo record with, and I want you to be my date.”<br /><br /> <br /><br />She stepped back. “<span style="font-style:italic;">Date</span>, date?”<br /><br /> <br /><br />He nodded, “Date, date.”<br /><br /> <br /><br />“Well, I have to say I’m intrigued to see what business Jon is like. Compared to horny frustrated Jon,” She pressed her finger against her lips, hiding the grin that was breaking.<br /><br /> <br /><br />“What makes you think we’re any—hey, I’m not horny and frustrated.”<br /><br /> <br /><br />“What ever you say.”<br /><br />“Do you want to come or not?” That wasn’t the actual surprise. The actual surprise was that he was set to perform a set of acoustic songs for the execs. She would see him perform in his element. It was only fair, he’d watched her couple of times in hers. He wanted her to see him in his.<br /><br /> <br /><br />He’d been not planning to ask her along. The rumour mill was already working overtime with his separation and divorce looming, and turning up on the arm of someone completely new was going to draw attention not only to himself but to Colby.<br /><br /> <br /><br />“Alright, I don’t think I’m busy.”<br /><br /> <br /><br />He rolled his eyes, “well I wouldn’t want to put you out or anything your highness.”<br /><br /> <br /><br />She reached over and grabbed her robe, cinching it around her waist. “So this is a formal occasion then?”<br /><br /> <br /><br />“Sure, a nice sexy dress – All Colby like. And heels.” He grinned, he loved heels. Something about a woman’s legs that needed to be shown off, and Colby was no exception. She had killer legs.<br /><br /> <br /><br />He swallowed and raked his hand through his hair, “There will be press there, so there will probably be a few questions. But we can ignore those.”<br /><br /> <br /><br />“Ohh, so I can be the mystery lady, the mistress even?” she winked.<br /><br /> <br /><br />“Really? Doesn’t worry you? They can be pretty ruthless.” Of course it didn’t worry her, she was Colby. She never cared to what people thought of her.<br /><br /> <br /><br />“Nope,” she grabbed one of the towels off her pile of clean laundry. How she knew which was which in the state of the room was a mystery. Organised Chaos. That was her.<br /><br /> <br /><br />She stopped at the sliding door to the bathroom, and turned around. “So – if you’re picking me up make sure we have bubbles in the car for on the way.”<br /><br /> <br /><br />“Of course, I am here only to serve you obviously.” He bowed. Of course, what Colby wants, it Colby got. He laughed to himself as he left her there in her bedroom. No goodbye kiss, no sweet goodbye. Just give me the champagne.<br /><br /> <br /><br />“Ok, pick you up about 7 – see you then hussy.” He grabbed the rest of his things and headed out of her apartment. Careful to not trip over the deluge.<br /><br /> <br /><br />It felt like days later when he finally arrived at her door just before seven, with the driver waiting and a bucket of champagne resting on ice in the backseat just as her ladyship had requested. Flicking the end of his cigarette away he tapped his knuckles against the large glass door.<br /><br /> <br /><br />His attention turned to the lit staircase that flowed down into the reception area. One strappy black heel, followed by the other. Long creamy legs split through black satin as she came into full view. The dress was simple. Strapless and nearly reached the floor. With understated elegance she wore a long string of red glass beads and her hair was twisted up in a matching glass clasp.<br /><br /><br />She looked incredible.<br /><br /> <br /><br />She grinned as she unlocked the door. “Right on time, too.”<br /><br /> <br /><br />He stepped in and dragged her closer to him. All the small nerves he might have had taking her to such a public function. It just wasn’t his style to flash his personal life around. They’d vanished as he took in the intriguing beauty of this woman.<br /><br /><br />“You look incredible, Colby –“ he shook his head. “You continue to surprise me.” He tucked a loose strand back from her face and pressed his lips against hers.<br /><br /><br />She leaned back into his kiss and fluttered her eyelashes, “good – the day I stop doing that is the day we get boring.” She linked her arms through his and he helped her down the cobblestone steps to where the car was waiting.<br /><br /> <br /><br />“After you Ms Henderson,” he followed her in and hissed when red lace peeked from under the top of her dress.<br /><br />“Strapless bra,” she winked.<br /><br /> <br /><br />He swallowed as the driver closed the door behind him and leaned down for the wine she requested. “Red? Like your bling, it’s cute.” He popped the cork and poured her a glass.<br /><br /> <br /><br />She took it and a long sip, “if it’s just cute, then I am disappointed.”<br /><br /> <br /><br />He poured himself a glass and laughed. “Oh it’s more than just cute Colby.” He jammed in the cork and dropped the wine back into the bucket. Clinking her glass he smiled, “but I am trying to behave around you. You know just this once.”<br /><br /> <br /><br />God knows his cock would thank him for that.<br /><br /> <br /><br />She tapped his glass with hers, “to behaving ourselves then.”<br /><br /> <br /><br />Jon took a sip and leaned back. Fuck she was gorgeous tonight. He should have thought this over a little better. This was going to be hell watching her try and be all demure, when he knew perfectly well what was under all that. Was not.<br /><br /> <br /><br />It was so going to be a long night.Super_Kiwihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18000771355101318462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893148483614471275.post-12873660752552292712009-05-22T16:41:00.005-04:002009-06-18T16:08:58.003-04:00Chapter Twelve<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy1OT0SsVSUBrLEqiEqcelCD28bDjMN2wmgvakkkhTnV2MLifHDdOWEaT-2A9PI-42kXIbfC6QU3OjCYONwKJgwv4qxvF5OzTLSyAKwayfO3yGm5DSv5ZaA1SnoDVCVdi3WXmZtdwgbHmM/s1600-h/new2-3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy1OT0SsVSUBrLEqiEqcelCD28bDjMN2wmgvakkkhTnV2MLifHDdOWEaT-2A9PI-42kXIbfC6QU3OjCYONwKJgwv4qxvF5OzTLSyAKwayfO3yGm5DSv5ZaA1SnoDVCVdi3WXmZtdwgbHmM/s320/new2-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338751462839282674" /></a><br /><br />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. <br /><br />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.<br /><br />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. <br /><br />She absently stroked across his knuckles with the pad of her thumb as she fell into <br />thought. <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">What if he was different than the rest?</span><br /><br />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. <br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />“What are thinking about?” she hadn’t realized he’d woken up behind her.<br /><br />She grinned, “nothing – just couldn’t sleep,” She patted his hand against her belly.<br /><br />“Why aren’t you up working, isn’t that what you usually do?” he asked resting his chin in the dip of her shoulder.<br /><br />“Yeah- I didn’t feel inspired tonight.” <br /><br />“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.<br /><br />“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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />“You’re scaring me – you’re too quiet,” he teased. <br /><br />She reached up and swept back his hair, “I’m fine. I told you – I’m just menstrual.” He chuckled and nipped her nose.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Liar.</span><br /><br />She couldn’t shake the feeling, she wasn’t even sure what the hell it was. <br /><br />“So – what do you want to do tomorrow after work?” she asked him. <br /><br />“I have no pre-nup with Dorothea.” He simply said. She snapped her head up to his, <br />just been able to see the black in his blue eyes through the moonlight.<br /><br />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?”<br /><br />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.<br /><br />“I’m sorry Jon that must be awful. What can you do?”<br /><br />See, exactly why relationships are always trouble.<br /><br />He snorted. “Pay my lawyer more money.”<br /><br />“Could I take her?” she asked looking up resting her chin on his shoulder. <br /><br />He laughed, “most probably, but I don’t think you’ve got a bad bone in your body Colby Henderson.”<br /><br />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. <br /><br />“Yoo hoo?” she blinked and looked back up into his shadow. Christ, she needed to seriously get a grip of herself. <br /><br />“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.<br /><br />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. <br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />“God,” he groaned. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and brought it to her lips <br />letting her breath tickle the tip of the head. <br /><br />“Colby—“He shifted under her in any attempt to get her lips near the prize. <br /><br />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. <br /><br />“Jesus,” his sucked in breath popped through the darkness.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />“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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />And that was starting to scare her.<br /><br />~<br />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. <br /><br />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.<br /><br />“What am I going to do with you?” he asked as she leaned down and smashed her lips on his. <br /><br />Punctuating each word with a kiss she teased him ruthlessly. “I’ve got an idea, or two – or three.”<br /><br />“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.<br /><br />He grinned. “Touch your breasts…” <br /><br />She looked back down at him and arched a brow. <br /><br />“Isn’t that your job?”<br /><br />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. <br /><br />He snorted, “not right now – I want to see how you take care of you, Colby.”<br /><br />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. <br /><br />“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. <br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />Never play a player.</span><br /><br />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.<br /><br />“Don’t like that game do you?” she raised her brow and watched her little pink tongue flick out across her bottom lip.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Shit</span>.<br /><br />“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.<br /><br />“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. <br /><br />“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.<br /><br />He joined her when her hand scooped under them, cupping his balls as her thumb massaged one lightly.<br /><br />“Oh shit –“their teeth clicked as the kiss became more urgent, the need to take her higher, and harder became more important. <br /><br />“Jon – faster –“she panted, the wavy locks of her hair starting to slick around her face. <br /><br />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.<br /><br />“No –“he growled tightening his grip around her wrists.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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. <br />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. <br /><br />“I could of waited longer you know,” he quipped.<br /><br />She attempted to laugh but he already could feel her body growing heavy against him.<br /><br />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.Super_Kiwihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18000771355101318462noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893148483614471275.post-11137828487539045512009-05-11T23:56:00.003-04:002009-05-15T00:22:05.547-04:00Chapter Eleven<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Pv0wR7hLYuKy2b0J4N1dZLsf0hbnvAEHfEL8Ec_T60gJNqPqZ6f3CSzreUCkfqrXm8hnGnUYy8KxfgPvEgWFGoWFj6QfE6FNmsMmYOI6zmXeVIuP-k82muugMwZRUJU6iSeqwsYKm-uJ/s1600-h/kerrang_679_pg_37.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Pv0wR7hLYuKy2b0J4N1dZLsf0hbnvAEHfEL8Ec_T60gJNqPqZ6f3CSzreUCkfqrXm8hnGnUYy8KxfgPvEgWFGoWFj6QfE6FNmsMmYOI6zmXeVIuP-k82muugMwZRUJU6iSeqwsYKm-uJ/s320/kerrang_679_pg_37.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334782064206880770" /></a><br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />Asshole.</span><br /><br />She stopped midway blinking and sucked her breath in. Why did she even care?<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />“Shit.” She turned around to go back in but the wooden door crashed against the wall when he strode wide eyed out towards her.<br /><br />“Colby! Jesus…” he cuffed her wrist with his fingers. “I’m sorry.”<br /><br />She looked up in his eyes, her own reflection bouncing off the surrounding street lights. “It’s OK, Jon.” <br /><br />He squeezed her wrist harder, “no it’s not I was out of line…”<br /><br />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.<br /><br />“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.<br /><br />“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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />“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. <br /><br />“I want to… god I want to.” It was said with lack of determination. He was powerless and she knew it.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />“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.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">God</span>. 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.<br /><br />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?”<br /><br />~~<br /><br />He snapped his head up, his pulse beating in his ears as his erection strained within his pants. “No one...”<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />And there goes my erection.</span><br /><br />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…<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Well fuck, she was a fortune teller now?<br /><br />“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.<br /><br />“What did she want Jon?” Fuck, would she just stop. What the hell was she doing to him?<br /><br />“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.<br /><br />Her hands cupped each side of his face as she drew him closer. “Let it all go,”<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Was it love?</span> No.<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Fuck.</span><br /><br />“Colby, I don’t want to—“she pressed her fingers against his lips.<br /><br />“Shh, its OK. Let it go. What did she do?” she pressed her lips against his letting him taste her flavor.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Everyone had an issue right?<br /><br />“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.<br /><br />“Don’t. Keep going. “She dragged him in by his buckle and un-looped the leather letting it slide to the floor.<br /><br />“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.<br /><br />“Tell me.”<br /><br />“God, um…” he groaned as she swiveled her hand around and her thumb pressed against his balls.<br /><br />“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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />“I don’t know how you do it.” He’d lost himself in her, again.<br /><br />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?”<br /><br />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.<br /><br />“Your place?” he asked.<br /><br />She nodded slowly and he cursed at the grin that spread across her face. She’d won and she damn well knew it.<br /><br />She put him back together the little smile still playing on her lips.<br /><br />“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.<br /><br />“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?<br /><br />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.<br /><br />He wasn’t sure whether he ever wanted to find out.Super_Kiwihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18000771355101318462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893148483614471275.post-47919093073855832552009-04-29T15:51:00.001-04:002009-04-29T15:51:43.814-04:00Vacay!Hi guys, <br /><br />Just to let you know I am heading away for a week on a holiday so won't be able to update until I get back, I am hoping that I will be able to do some writing where I am going ;) But just to let you know I hadn't forgotten or anything as I do value your readership and these two are just beginning ;) <br /><br />*muah*<br /><br />Thanks!<br />SG<br /><br />xSuper_Kiwihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18000771355101318462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893148483614471275.post-72196562804231656192009-04-22T17:19:00.003-04:002009-04-22T17:29:10.096-04:00Chapter Ten<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFD8e6ufFdEj1XWb_sMHv53bBCKW1iMMLf_HYBPDd-P7BKi5uKPUM80w06H35bV15YNiGmo2pgz5L3oKyLicjO7c-eQ2XNPScn482tfmyds4F3MCcLG__mwt8bgJR_g1vE5Sah4f4VaWSK/s1600-h/078.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 174px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFD8e6ufFdEj1XWb_sMHv53bBCKW1iMMLf_HYBPDd-P7BKi5uKPUM80w06H35bV15YNiGmo2pgz5L3oKyLicjO7c-eQ2XNPScn482tfmyds4F3MCcLG__mwt8bgJR_g1vE5Sah4f4VaWSK/s320/078.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327628618947867842" /></a><br /><br /> <br />She looped her arm into his as they took in the cool night London air. Her boots pounded loudly against the sidewalk as they walked. Not that walking alone in the city at night really ever scared her but being with Jon did provide a little sense of security she wasn’t used to. <br /> <br />He fished out his cigarettes and offered her the pack. “Mind if I? And want one?”<br /> <br />She shook her head. “No thanks, you go ahead. I never understood the point of the habit myself.”<br /> <br />“Yeah, not my most proud habit… but I can’t seem to kick it,” he mumbled with the cigarette hanging until he flicked the lighter until the end glowed cherry red.<br /><br />She shrugged, “Well if it helps it helps. I just thought being a singer it can’t be that great for your throat, right?”<br /> <br />He tucked the pack and lighter back in his pocket and extended his arm around her shoulder. “Ok, now you sound like my wife.” He blew out a blue plume of smoke and sighed.<br /> <br />She chuckled. “Well, people can do what they want. I’d never make someone do something they didn’t want to – was just curious.” She hadn’t wanted to go there in her head but now she was curious just what his wife was like. Had she been a nag? <br /> <br />Within the dark street his eyes gleamed in the amber light of the streetlamps.<br /><br />“I know, ignore me. Do you miss your family being all the way over here?”<br /> <br />“A little, but I like the whole being out on my own. Do what I want – when I want it. The whole idea of having to make it and having nothing to fall back in gets me a little buzz. I can’t fail.” Her parents always wanted the best for Colby and her Dad fully supported her move to London to follow her career, her mother had mixed emotions about it. But on the whole they were happy she was successful.<br /> <br />“I get that. Must be nice to have nothing to worry about except yourself.” He flicked his ash out to the side before taking another long drag.<br /> <br />She tucked her arm around his waist as she turned them down a small alleyway at the end of the street. “Why can’t you just do that?”<br /> <br />He snorted, “Why can’t I just do that?” he pondered. “I can’t just do that…I have a band to worry about …my music…whether it’s relevant, how long we’ll be around, the last album didn’t do as well as it should of.” He took another deep drag as he blew the smoke out. <br /> <br />She watched as his whole face closed over, the crease in his forehead and the flattening of his eyes… all happened in just one sentence. It was almost as if someone had dumped a bag of sand on his shoulders.<br /><br />She pulled her arm tighter around his. “Ok, so you do have a lot to worry about but at the end of the day when you’re alone and the world is shut off around you, who worries about you?” she asked. <br /> <br />He raised an eyebrow, “alright, I see your point… my wife used to obviously but now….” He trailed off.<br /><br />“But now, I guess it’s just me…”<br /><br />She nodded, it felt a little strange when he leaned into her. Did he always need someone to be there? Would he expect that to be her?<br /><br /> “Well, sounds like you’re doing a fine job at it.” She teased leading him into the small Japanese restaurant nestled up a small staircase. <br /> <br />“Hey now, not my fault we can’t always be as …” he trailed off as he met her eyes. <br /> <br />“As what?” she leaned in close, their lips just centimetres apart. <br /> <br />“Free…” the way he said it, wasn’t a revelation, it wasn’t a statement. <br /> <br />It was a longing. <br /> <br />She let her lips brush against his to taste him. His breath, still heavy with tobacco but the taste of his dark flavour still there. Her hands cupped his neck drawing him closer, and his hands scooped under her coat pressing them together.<br /> <br />There was something in him that was so different, so inviting… so intriguing. She wanted to know more about him, everything... which was odd as she never had cared enough before about anyone. She didn’t really understand it.<br /> <br />She moaned as her body folded into his before they were interrupted by the waiter politely coughing. Her lips dragged across his jaw as she pulled back. “Pity, I could have let that go a lot further.” She traced the tip of her finger across his bottom lip as she bit down on her own.<br /><br />His eyes rested on her lips, as he signalled his hand to the waiter for two. “Oh really, how far?” <br /> <br />She lifted her toes and arched into him, “Far enough that you would have forgotten about all these people here…”<br /><br />“I hate you, now come on woman I’m hungry you already owe me for being late and missing our first dinner... I haven’t decided how I am going to punish you yet…”<br /> <br />She chuckled and let her arms fall back and his hand linked in hers. “I’d like to see you try; you know you’d never be able to... I’d always win and you know it…” She laughed again when he didn’t reply and just shook his head. The waiter seated them to a private booth which she slid into, he pulled off his jacket and was about to sit down opposite her when his phone rang. <br /> <br />“Oh jeeze, sorry I won’t be a minute. I’ll need to take this.” Without a word he turned and strode quickly out of the restaurant.<br /><br />Must be some music business. She started to flick through the wine menu and decided to order a bottle before he got back to the table. The waiter was just pouring the two glasses of Pinot Noir when he came back in rubbing the back of his neck. <br /> <br />“Hey, all done?”<br /> <br />~~<br /> <br />He slid back into the booth and his eyes fell to the glass. “Did you order this?” he demanded. Christ that came out all wrong. It’s just wine, Jon.<br /> <br />“It’s wine, it’s a good one –“her coral pink lips wrapped around her glass as she drank. <br /> <br />“It’s not what I drink.” He jammed his phone further down into his pocket wishing it was a hole to hell. His wife, chose to ring now of all times to confirm the divorce settlement. Why the fuck couldn’t she wait till the lawyers worked it all out. Of course they argued what they wanted, he had no pre-nuptial agreement so if he wasn’t careful she could take him for everything he was worth. <br /> <br />“Well order what you want then, don’t let me stop you…” her blue eyes flicked away from his. Shit, he had no right to be a prick to her. <br /><br />He waved his hand at her, “its fine, I’ll get that next one.” He’d already deemed it was a two if not three bottle of wine night from the minute he’d disconnected Dorothea’s call. <br /><br />He picked his glass up and rolled it in his hand, the woman on the end of the call was so different to the woman who sat opposite him right now. Dot had the strength physically and verbally to pulverise him to the ground where Colby had the strength to control him.<br /> <br />And that scared him.<br /><br />The woman was a mystery, so free and so casual there had to be a reason behind it all – a burnt relationship, something. People weren’t just an extreme of something for the sake of it. He should know, he freakin’ wrote songs about it.<br /> <br />“Who was on the phone?” she asked, her wavy dark hair was swept around her shoulders from the night breeze and her cheeks had a flush of pink from the chill.<br /> <br />“No one important,” they chose a selection of starters before he leaned back in his chair. “Let’s play a game.”<br /> <br />She crossed her legs under the table and flattened her palms on the table. “Keep talking, I’m interested…” she licked her lips slowly.<br /><em> <br />Not THAT kind of game, dammit.</em><br /> <br />He took a long sip of his wine. One way to find out more about her. Part of him wondered why the fuck he cared, he was going back to New York once filming ended and it would be the end of the relationship. And after Dot tonight… he’d make sure it was the end.<br /> <br />She nodded, “Alright… do go on…”<br /> <br />“I ask you a question and you can ask me one…”<br /> <br />“Ohh exciting… I have a better game…” His knees hit the table when the tip of her boot grazed against his leg.<br /> <br />“Yes, you probably do but I’m not ready to become a porn star just yet…” The waiter laid down the salmon and shrimp before making sure they were satisfied. He plucked a piece of salmon with his chopsticks before beginning.<br /> <br />“Have you ever been with a woman?”<br /> <br />She smirked and licked the tip of her finger as she finished her mouthful. “Yes.”<br /> <br />His brow winged. “You are so going to need to tell me more about that.”<br /> <br />“What is with you men and girl on girl action? It’s not that much of a big deal…”<br /> <br />It was too late, his mind had already gone there. <em>Fuck.</em><br /><br />“Tell me,” his finger traced around the rim of his glass. His whole keeping this in his control had just gone right out the window.<br /> <br />“Nothing to tell, it was college… I was drunk and dared, I never do dares in half measure. It was to make out with a girl…and well we did a bit more than that…”<br /> <br />He leaned forward not taking his eyes off her lips. “And…?” Fuck if he already didn’t have an erection. <br /> <br />“We went all the way – as far as women go. I don’t need to draw you a diagram I am sure you’ve seen enough porn in your lifetime to know.”<br /> <br />His eyes narrowed. “Well yes, but still… nothing like hearing about it. So, did you like it?”<br /> <br />She took a long drink before she stabbed a prawn with her chopstick. “Yeah, wasn’t bad." Her lips curled as she chewed. <br /><br />Jon shifted in his seat. “Wasn’t bad? What the hell is that meant to mean?” <br /><br />“Just that,” she grinned as she twisted her chopstick around the salmon. <br /><br />“Tell me…” Fuck, his mind was already burning with the image of her going down on another girl.<br /><br /> "It was…different…I like men though." "Anyway, it’s my turn. Have you ever been with a man?”<br /><br />Jon felt the wine burn through his nostrils as he snorted it out. “God, no!” he spluttered. “You think I look like that?”<br /> <br />“You don’t judge a book by its cover Jon…”<br /> <br />“Indeed you don’t.” Fuck. “No, no just girls for me…”<br /> <br />“Well you don’t know until you try, you know.” She said matter of factly.<br /> <br />“Oh no, I know… believe me. Alright, ever been in love?” There we go.<br /> <br />“Nope.” She took the bottle and refilled her own glass before she refilled his.<br /> <br />“What, never?” he asked surprised.<br /> <br />She shrugged. “Nope, never--you?”<br /> <br />He nodded, still surprised at her answer. “Yeah, I have. My wife of course… in the beginning. Are you sure you never have been? College boyfriends?”<br /> <br />“Sure, I had boyfriends but none I fell in love with. That’s not that hard to believe is it, Jon?” <br /><br />“No of course not. I just…”<br /> <br />She laughed and shook her head. “You’re trying to figure out why I am like I am, aren’t you?”<br /><br />His head snapped back up. “Well, no I just find it hard to believe someone like you hasn’t been in love.” God, he must sound like an idiot. <br /> <br />“Well believe it, hasn’t happened. I don’t know if it ever will. Maybe I'm just not meant to love someone? Who knows.”<br /> <br />Ok, so she didn’t get burned by anyone, but was she lying? But up to now, why would she? She was open with everything else in her life. In fact she’d been a lot more forthcoming to him than he was with her.<br /> <br />“You can’t fully believe that, can you?” <br /><br />Why would someone even think that, someone as sweet and fun as she was.<br /> <br />“Jon,” she said softly in a voice she'd never used with him. “Why is it bothering you so much? Am I so abnormal to just be enjoying life and everything that I do?”<br /> <br />He sighed. “No, of course not. I just…” Christ how the fuck did he explain it without sounding like an asshole. What the hell difference was it even going to make to their relationship? She was a lot of fun and he was getting laid. End of story.<br /><br />“Well, what is it Jon? Should I be a basket case? Need someone to save me? Is that it? Because I am comfortable with who I am and what I'm doing. Because I am happy. I have to have a reason that made me this way?” She stood up and gathered her coat and purse.<br /> <br /><em>Shit.</em><br /><br />“Colby, please. That’s not what I meant." He rose with her and scratched his head. “God, sit down… let me explain.”<br /> <br />“I think you did a good job of it. If you seriously think of me that way – maybe we shouldn’t see each other anymore. I don’t know what you wanted me to say..." She pulled her coat on and tugged roughly at the tie around her waist. “That someone broke my heart, so I won’t commit to a relationship and I like just having fun."<br /><br />She snatched her bag and slung it over her shoulder. “It’s you that has the issue. As soon as someone knows I won’t commit, they're out of there. Good to know you live up to the expectation.”<br /><br />“Colby, please. I’m sorry.”<br /> <br />“Good bye Jon.” He caught the smell of mint as she walked straight past him out of the restuarant, and didn't look back once.Super_Kiwihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18000771355101318462noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893148483614471275.post-87664305022270283422009-04-06T00:13:00.002-04:002009-04-06T00:17:10.393-04:00Chapter Nine<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib-zL3UEZ9bme_fkwAy1LdHICD8t8v0uOVLYmsj0fnPp289kF7hpfuU1n7nA0a6Vz4MVqezw3ghm5CbgT80MsAO-bobdmm327uTYxaarlZ2GiP4kUqvgk7BwAXNt6N2RvrH7jShsioupw2/s1600-h/DAblueshirt-tired.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib-zL3UEZ9bme_fkwAy1LdHICD8t8v0uOVLYmsj0fnPp289kF7hpfuU1n7nA0a6Vz4MVqezw3ghm5CbgT80MsAO-bobdmm327uTYxaarlZ2GiP4kUqvgk7BwAXNt6N2RvrH7jShsioupw2/s320/DAblueshirt-tired.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321427281998033746" /></a><br /><br /><br />He glanced at his watch and then took a long drag of his beer. It was eight-forty and she was no where to be seen. Snapping his cell phone closed, he huffed. It was only the fifth time he’d tried to call her. <br /><br />“Dammit Colby, where the hell are you?” Maybe she’d come to meet him and something had happened to her, Christ she could be lying in a ditch somewhere for all he knew. The brief thought had his stomach churning in knots. <br /><br />“Another one sir?” the barman asked him distracting him from this thoughts swinging the bar towel over his shoulder.<br /><br />Jon shook his head. “No, I’ll get going. She’s been held up or something…” Did she stand him up? Who the hell stood him up? <br /><br />The shrill of his phone made him jump, he fumbled with his phone like it was a hot potato flipping it open.<br /><br />“Colby?”<br /><br />A deep chuckle came from the other end of the line. “No, but you know I’m gonna ask who that is,”<br /><br />Jon slumped back down on the bar. Dammit. “Rich, hey.” <br /><br />“You sound disappointed, hot date?”<br /><br />“Yeah something like that, just a girl I’ve been hanging out with.”<br /><br />Richie coughed, “or sleeping with.”<br /><br />Jon chuckled. “Shut up asshole, anyway what’s up?” He kept his eye on the door scanning people are they walked in. But no Colby.<br /><br />“Just thought I’d give you a call, see how London’s treating you. So where did you meet her?”<br /><br />“In a bar – “he grinned, “she’s a glass artist – blows glass.” <br /><br />“Blows ass?” Richie snorted.<br /><br />Jon shook his head. “No asshole, GLASS. Jesus Richie….” His friend always did have a one tracked mind. <br /><br />“I was gonna say – that’s not usually your cup of tea…. So she’s hot then?”<br /><br />“Yeah she is – she’s – different.” Yeah she was different for sure. Never like anyone else he’d met. <br /><br />“Good for you buddy, you need something to do in-between filming. How’s all that going then?”<br /><br />Jon fingered the rim of the beer bottle. “Good Rich, it’s pretty good. Hard fucking work.” He was exhausted already. Maybe it wasn’t the filming though, maybe it was the woman that seemed to be occupying his mind more than he would have liked. He probably should put a day’s distance between them.<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />Probably</span>.<br /><br />He talked to Richie for a little longer still distracted and still waiting for Colby to come breezing through the doors in the way only she could. As if nothing else mattered. He admired than in her, in more ways than one.<br /><br />“Jonny? You still there?”<br /><br />“Yeah, shit sorry Rich – just a little distracted.”<br /><br />“Oh she’s there now huh? You should have said man if you wanna go get busy them let me leave you to it.”<br /><br />Jon laughed. He wished. She wasn’t even fucking here. “Nah, I’m in a restaurant and she’s not here. She’s over forty minutes late and I don’t know where she is.”<br /><br />Richie roared with laughter. “Stood up are we?”<br /><br />“Fuck you, nah she’s a little ---“ Fuck how did he even begin to explain her to someone. He dug his fingers into his biceps, “Flaky?” That wasn’t the right word at all but he didn’t know what else to use. <br /><br />“Flaky? Really? That’s not like you Jonny to stick around if you’ve been messed around. What’s different about her?”<br /><br />Jon sighed, “She’s not ditzy --- fuck she’s….she is free.” That was it. She was free. “She’s exceptionally talented and it’s being wasted in my opinion. She could be doing so much more to get her work out there.”<br /><br />“Why isn’t she?” Richie asked. <br /><br />“I don’t know, I don’t know a lot about her.” God he didn’t really did he? But did he really need to? She was a quick tumble in the sheets and some light company while he was here. That was it.<br /><br />“Well sounds like a real firecracker bro, anyway – I’ll let you go find her. Things back here are fine. We’ll catch up soon ok?”<br /><br />“Thanks Rich – yeah see you soon.”<br /><br />He tucked the phone back into the pocket of his coat and pulling it tight around him. Fuck this, if she couldn’t be bothered letting him know where she was… screw it. He was going home. <br /><br />The cool night air hit him hard as he strolled back towards the cab stand. Jamming his hands into his pockets he fished for his cigarettes. Fumbling one into his lips he flicked the lighter and took a deep inhale. <br /><br />“Fuck.” He mumbled. He wanted to go home, damn it he should of but something kept niggling inside of him to go to her place. <br /><br />It hadn’t helped him that all day on set all he could think about was her making glass adult toys, god that shouldn’t be so hot. He’d seen her work, and the concentration and detail she paid to her work – no matter how many times he’d tried not to. The vision of her in her cute little battered overalls, hair all up in a messy ponytail delicately shaping a glass cock with her tools or worse – smoothing it down with her hands afterward. Good fuck. <br /><br />That was not right. <br /><br />He was going home, she obviously had better things to do than meet him for dinner. When he reached the cab stand he threw away the butt and pulled out his wallet before climbing into the taxi. <br /><br />“Where to sir?”<br /><br />Jon gave him the name of his hotel and leaned back. He rolled his head along the back of the seat and closed his eyes. <br /><br />Fuck.<br /><br />“Actually, sorry I remember I need to call in on a friend….” He was a fool. He gave him Colby’s address and sighed. God forbid he needed help.<br /><br />~~<br /><br />She’d just finished slicing a long cut into the sheet of glass she was working on. Inspiration always came at the weirdest times. She’d decided to get ready for dinner an hour earlier but as she was in the shower she had a thought she couldn’t shake, maybe it was the man she was spending so much time with in the last few days that inspired it. Blue twists of glass, different shades... she had to do it.<br /><br />The idyllic sounds of Freddie Mercury blasted through her studio as she fired up the furnace. With a smile of her face she couldn’t help think about the way she planned to introduce Jon to her little side hobby. That would make him forget about whatever was ailing him in his real world. Men were always suckers for a good show. <br /><br />Especially when it involved sex. <br /><br />What seemed like minutes later she stood back and looked at her creation, smooth ropes of glass all different shades of blue twsiting up to a singular point.<br /><br />“Not too shabby….” She said out loud grinning proudly. She dusted the equipment off and turned everything off, time to have a quick shower and head out to dinner. She flicked the lights onto the lobby only to be surprised at the shadowed figure standing at her front door. <br /><br />“What the hell? Jon?” She asked as he knocked again. She unlocked the doors and smiled.<br /><br />“I thought I was meeting you there? Come to give me the royal treatment huh?”<br /><br />He stormed in past her and waited in the lobby. “You have no idea what the time is do you?” he snapped. <br /><br />She grabbed his wrist and looked at the time. It was over an hour ago she was meant to meet him. <span style="font-style:italic;">Whoops.</span><br /><br />“Oh shit, sorry Jon… I got sidetracked with an idea… I honestly didn’t realize the time.” He didn’t move. His eyes were flat as was his tone. <br /><br />“Come look what I made-“she dragged him by the arm back into her studio and flipped on the lights. <br /><br />He growled as she dragged him. “I tried to call – I had no idea what the hell happened to you Colby.” <br /><br />“The stereo was probably on too loud…. C’mon check this little baby out – good huh?”<br /><br />He stood behind her with his arms folded. She chuckled and picked up her sculpture. <br />“It’s for you – “ she said biting on her bottom lip holding it out to him..<br /><br />His eyes feel to what she had in her hands as he dropped his arms. “Colby --- Aw hell you shouldn’t of.” He took it off her and held it up to the light. <br /><br />“Not bad huh?”<br /><br />“Christ Girl, this is gorgeous. Why did you make this?”<br /><br />She smiled. “It reminds me of you, blue is your color kind of like your eyes. You’ve got great expression in them.”<br /><br />He didn’t say anything still checking out her work. <br /><br />“So you’re still angry?”<br /><br />“No, damn it – this is beautiful Colby. Thank you.” He placed it down and drew her into his arms. She smiled as she leaned forward and met him in a sweet kiss. <br /><br />“Your welcome, should we go and eat?” She brushed back the hair on his forehead and raised her eyebrow.<br /><br />“I have no idea how you do it woman, no fucking idea…” he muttered tightening his grip around her waist. <br /><br />“You’re still angry at me that I left you there – did you think I stood you up?” She bumped his nose with hers lifting her fingers into his hair as she drew him in for a longer kiss. <br /><br />He groaned into her kiss and wrapped her further into his grasp, his hands spanning across her back tugging her in. <br /><br />She pulled away and rubbed her finger across his lips. “When we get home from dinner how about I make it up to you by showing you what I make –“<br /><br />His eyes popped open and his eyebrow zinged. “Show?” he asked hopefully.<br /><br />She nodded still fingering his lip still enjoying his heat. “Uh huh – show…”<br /><br />“Deal” they sealed in a kiss that she sighed into, he had no idea what he was in for.Super_Kiwihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18000771355101318462noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893148483614471275.post-86988681597092092602009-03-25T00:57:00.004-04:002009-04-06T00:13:58.015-04:00Chapter Eight<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwrPbTqzEJeM57Hw4W-EJMcrKbyozqVgXKVIMk8kU0Vo_H6KsrdY5dl_xv6kqT8Bn1k4Iw3HRPAPmiz5p19i5l7-HtP4qQSc7lzNEvs2oPBy2ZsQZOVbbhK1gK81IgQBVSUkBq5VCGFrC9/s1600-h/DA-Cap-ProfileWine.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwrPbTqzEJeM57Hw4W-EJMcrKbyozqVgXKVIMk8kU0Vo_H6KsrdY5dl_xv6kqT8Bn1k4Iw3HRPAPmiz5p19i5l7-HtP4qQSc7lzNEvs2oPBy2ZsQZOVbbhK1gK81IgQBVSUkBq5VCGFrC9/s320/DA-Cap-ProfileWine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316985233027747378" /></a><br /><br /><br />The room was shrouded in darkness when Jon woke hours later. He stretched and rolled but over expecting to find his bed-mate but the bed was empty, again. Did she ever sleep? He glanced over at the clock which read that it was just after three am. Well she can’t be up going to collect glass, Jesus. He flipped the covers off and swung his legs over the bed. Throwing on his jeans, he padded into the living area which was illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp in the corner. No Colby.<br /><br />“Colby?” he croaked. But no reply came. The faint sound of whirring alerted him as he padded heavily to the staircase. She was in her studio, god damn at this hour? He chuckled making his way down the stairs quietly. He couldn’t talk he was often known to take to his studio in the middle of the night. He navigated the stairs slowly stretching his arms up over his head popping his back as he went. He needed more sleep, he was a mess. But the curiosity of what she was doing had him hooked.<br /><br />The soft croon of Jazz met him at the doorway so he leaned back against the wood. There she stood at her potter’s wheel crafting with her hands. Oblivious to him, she was in another whole world lost in her art, creating.<br /><br />Her hands glided across the clay as she spun, pulling it into shape. Jon stood and took her all in, her messy wavy locks were pulled back in a loose ponytail matched with a clay stained t-shirt with the blue faded writing of the LA Lakers blazing across her chest. She wiped her cheek quickly with the back of her hand, Jon couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as she left a big smear of clay over her cheek. But she didn’t care. She was pulling the clay up with both hands as it spun and then pushed it down, creating the hole in the middle. With the palms of her hands on the underside she coaxed it out, and incredibly the lump of nothing was now blooming into a circular shape. What looked so effortless he knew wasn’t.<br /><br />His thoughts waved away from her craft and to her. What made this girl the way she was? He hardly knew anything about her. Such a free spirit, almost a loner. In the two days he’d been with her he hadn’t heard of anyone coming to see her, calling her. Around her apartment there were no signs of family. Well from what was clear from the deluge.<br /><br />Yet here she was, beautiful, talented and alone from what Jon could work out. There had to be more to her than just this. Jon almost felt jealous towards her. Not a care in the world and free doing what she loved most, no baggage. She was lucky. He could learn a thing or two from this woman.<br /><br />The clang of metal made him snap back into reality; she’d finished the bowl and moved over to the steel basin in the corner, scrubbing her hands vigorously. She puffed her cheeks and blew out a sigh. Jon crept backwards into the darkness the hallway offered. He turned and walked back up the stairs crawling back into bed. Tugging the sheet around him he rolled over and closed his eyes. He needed to get the next four hours, he knew he did.<br /><br />~<br /><br />Colby worked till around six and then dove into the shower washing the night’s work right off her. She figured she’d grab them some breakfast and wake Jon up before he was due to go back to filming and then go rollerblading and take a nap.<br /><br />She pulled on her jeans and a black v-neck sweater and left her damp hair loose, falling in ringlets around her shoulders. Grabbing her keys and purse she headed out to the bakery and collecting some breakfast.<br /><br />“Ah Miss Colby.” Zelda winked shaking a brown paper bag open and grabbing the tongs.<br /><br />“I assume we’re having breakfast for two?” She asked with a wink and a knowing grin.<br /><br />Colby smiled, “yeah, you better maker it enough for two again.”<br /><br />“Have fun last night? He seems like a nice man,” she popped four croissants into the bag before starting on the coffees.<br /><br />“Yeah, he is a nice man.” With a bit of baggage but who doesn’t have baggage these days?<br /><br />“Are you seeing him again after today?” Zelda asked.<br /><br />“I don’t know, probably he’s a lot of fun.” <br /><br />“You like him don’t you Miss Colby, you like him a lot.”<br /><br />She pulled out some bills she’d stuffed in her pocket and handed them over to her. <br /><br />“Don’t be ridiculous Z, a guy like him is not for a girl like me.”<br /><br />“Defensive are we?” Zelda asked snapping the lids on the coffees.<br /><br />Colby rolled her eyes “Come on, now you know me Z.”<br /><br />“Yes I do, and in all the three years or so you’ve been coming in here he’s the first man you’ve really spoken of,” Zelda stated crossing her arms.<br /><br />“Don’t be silly, you’ve just met him that’s all. I just haven’t cared all that much for relationships it’s not a crime. And this isn’t a relationship. We’re just having some fun for a bit” she reaffirmed scooping up the bag and tray. But Zelda shook her head.<br /><br />“If you say so Miss Colby.”<br /><br />Colby laughed and left again. There had been other guys. She just chose not to carry on any relationships with them. She’d never had the time with her work anyway. And besides they’d always get so clingy, <span style="font-style:italic;">ick.</span><br /><br />She crept back into her apartment and laid down the breakfast. A soft snore was rumbling from the bedroom so she snuck in and sat on the end of the bed. The sheet was draped across his belly and he was arm twisted half over into the pillow.<br /><br />“Jon,” she slid her lips over the splattering of freckles on his shoulder up to the base of his neck, but still he didn’t move. “Jonnn,” she whispered her teeth scraping up over his Adam’s apple. He still smelt like the club with a hint of his spicy cologne but he remained still. “Good lord you’re a heavy sleeper huh?” She looked away for a second before squealing when a pair of arms wrapped around her waist by surprise and pulled her down.<br /><br />“Holy shit!” She giggled as he rolled on top of her, his sleepy blue eyes squinting against the morning light.<br /><br /> “You’re shit, did you know that?” she teased rubbing her hands flat down his arms, across his biceps as he dipped in to give her a lingering kiss on the lips.<br /><br />The smirk spread across his face “My specialty is being a shit.” He pushed back her hair dropping a kiss on her forehead. She smelt like the sweet mint he was getting used to. <br /><br />“So do you ever sleep?” he asked.<br /><br />She chuckled, “miss me huh?”<br /><br />“A little,” he admitted. <br /><br />“Aw, that’s sweet. I worked half the night. I got inspired. It happens all the time at random times. Who knows maybe you inspired it?” She rubbed her hand along his spine.<br /><br />Jon’s laugh rumbled in his throat, “Maybe, can I smell coffee?” he asked hopefully sniffing the air.<br /><br />“Of course, I got us some breakfast figuring you’d need a good start to the day” she rolled off him and stood up from the bed. <br /><br />He sat up and stretched his arms up above his head hearing the bones click “You are an Angel,” he yawned and moved to his side of the bed, shucking on his jeans and padding into the living room with her. <br /><br />“More pastries! You’ll have me doing double time in the gym. I haven’t been for two days either” he said patting his stomach. “Which is again your fault,” he inspected the contents of the bag.<br /><br />“Oh please, it’s flat as a pancake. If I can eat this and not put on any weight you can too,” she slumped into her chair with the latte in hand.<br /><br />Jon sat on the couch and took a bite of the buttery goodness “Roller blades huh?” noticing they were laid out on the floor, laces strewn ready to go.<br /><br />“Yeah, that’s how I keep fit” she said popping the lid and licking the foam from the underside.<br /><br />Jon leaned back and crossed his legs in the chair. “So what do you say you meet me after work tonight? There’s a nice Spanish restaurant near the studio.”<br /><br />She shrugged as she took a bite from her croissant “Sure why not” she didn’t have much else planned for the day in-between work.<br /><br />Jon pulled his cell phone out from his pocket and flipped it open “What’s your cell number? In case I run late or something” he said punching the keys with her name.<br /><br />“I don’t have one” she replied with a chuckle as his face dropped. “What? I’ve never really needed one” it was true. She just hadn’t had the use for one.<br /><br />“You run a business and you don’t have a cell phone? Jesus, OK what’s your home number here then?” he asked dumbfounded. Most days, more so at home his cell was glued to him. He punched in her number as she reeled it off. Snapping it shut he looked around “I noticed that you were using ledgers for your orders. Please tell me you use a PC or laptop to store your files on.”<br /><br />“Nope, no cell phones and no computers. It’s fine. I’m doing alright without them, really.” She’d given thought to a laptop but just hadn’t got around to it.<br /><br />“You do know how to use them right?” he asked with an impish grin.<br /><br />Her frown deepened before he took cover when a cushion hurled his way across the room. “Ok. Ok, just checking….” He stood up and dusted his jeans off. “I just thought it might help, you’ve got a shit load of talent here and you could make a lot of money.”<br /><br />She cocked her hand on her hip. “Who says I’m not making money now?” She gave him a sly grin, sure she made enough to get buy from her more traditional glass pieces, but it wasn’t what really made her the money at all.<br /><br />“I didn’t, I just thought – “ her grin had changed to a smirk, one he was beginning to know very well when it came to her.<br /><br />“Ok, what is that look for? And why don’t I trust you?”<br /><br />She moved across the room to him, and hooked her arms around his waist pulling him towards her. Her lips teased his bottom lip, Christ his fuller bottom lip did things to her that weren’t natural.<br /><br />“Why don’t you trust me?” her fingers slid up the sides of his arms to his neck as his eyes followed her every move.<br /><br />She cupped his cheeks in her hands and scraped her thumbs across his jawline. “When you first started music, was music enough to get you buy or did you have to do something else to get buy until you made it?”<br /><br />Her lips hovered about his, fuck he was hard as a rock already. What the hell was she playing at now? His thumbs hooked into her jeans tugging her closer but still she kept her lips out of reach.<br /><br />“Yeah – of course. I had part time jobs at first… why?” God, where this was going he had no idea.<br /><br />“Right, so maybe I do something on the side…” Her eyebrow cocked as she licked her lips.<br /><br />He swallowed hard, no fucking way. She wasn’t? “You’re not?”<br /><br />She chuckled now pressing her lips against his but not to kiss, but to speak. “No, I’m not…but I do make things… naughty things….” Her tongue edged along his upper lip. “Glass things.”<br /><br />His eyebrow winged as his eyes popped. “You do huh?” Good fuck, of course she did.<br /><br />“Can I see?”<br /><br />She winked and withdrew herself away from him and checked her watch. “You’re going to be late, you better go. Where am I meeting you again?”<br /><br />He wasn’t going to do it, fall under that damn spell again.. no no no. He could do this. Just walk away… leave her hanging you pussy. That would make a change wouldn’t it?<br /><br />“Ciagala about eight, I’ll call you here if I run late with good warning.” He swallowed hard and jammed down craving he had to take her right then and there.<br /><br />“Sound’s great, I know the one in Russell Square right? Well I need to get moving before it gets busy out there, Makes it like a dodgem track with too many people around,” she moved from the chair and grabbed her roller blades.<br /><br />He laughed. She was intriguing, no one could ever argue with that. She went from hot to casual in seconds. And it drove him nuts.<br /><br />“C’mon then, let me walk you out.” He gave her a grin as her eyes sparkled. What the hell did she make? Was she going to show him? Great, now guess what you’re going to think about asshole? All damn day. Just perfect.Super_Kiwihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18000771355101318462noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893148483614471275.post-62901917550877589942009-03-12T00:04:00.003-04:002009-03-13T01:46:11.349-04:00Chapter Seven<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ktG8Ru34DWYyYfN58XBjWv09pJu7dsWX7foKUJ8ElDFPkBFCXEF8YVIpmPlpy6QG1IQ78AmSTM2E4PdeRlVLrOdrqWRRvSvjTd1bc_oTo7Mo0JVX-LckmfV_X8JJIAJk6ZvxiTUyoEeg/s1600-h/DA-Cap-StripBarLips.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ktG8Ru34DWYyYfN58XBjWv09pJu7dsWX7foKUJ8ElDFPkBFCXEF8YVIpmPlpy6QG1IQ78AmSTM2E4PdeRlVLrOdrqWRRvSvjTd1bc_oTo7Mo0JVX-LckmfV_X8JJIAJk6ZvxiTUyoEeg/s320/DA-Cap-StripBarLips.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312149476622551570" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><embed name="MYsPLAYER.com" src="http://www.MYsPLAYER.com/alienskin.swf?audio1=http://files1.mailboxdrive.com/mp3s/n/nzgoddess@gmail.com/876060.mp3&track1=The Cardigans &end=1&autoplay=OFF&shuffle=OFF&color=000000&textcolor=FFFFFF" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="62" width="200"></embed><br /><br /><br />Colby pulled him in close by the lapels of his shirt and swayed her body against his, grinding her belly into him until she felt his groin pressing against her. Her hands slipped under his coat and around to the back of his silk shirt.<br /><br />“Forget about her Jon, come play with me,” she whispered into his mouth letting her tongue glide across his bottom lip.<br /><br />He groaned as his hands slid down, cupping her ass as she swayed under him. The taste of tequila was on her lips laced with citrus and beer. “I want you,” he moaned, his voice fell low and his eyes closed as he lost herself in her heat. He could feel her nipples pressing into the silk of his shirt through the flimsy material of her dress made him hard in seconds. His mouth grazed across her shoulders as he dipped in the hollow of her neck to taste.<br /><br />Her hands ran further up his back as she titled her head back “Have me then. Right here Jon.” He snapped his head up to catch her gaze. What in the hell? There was nothing innocent about her as her eyes darkened, she was fucking serious. And fuck if anything was going to stop him.<br /><br />Her fingers weaved through his cropped hair and she crashed her lips down on his. The heat and desire burning in her body for him, she wrote off to just the moment. She wanted him to take her here, she wanted him to let go.<br /><br />The sea of people all faded away and the only thing left in focus was her... rubbing her body against his. His erection pressed further into her belly. The Sultry beats of the song dragged him further into the want that was starting to consume him. She tugged him away from the people, into a dim corner away from the strobe lighting that sliced across the floor. His head fell to her lips pushing her hard into the corner. She lifted her leg and slid it up and down the outside of his thigh, her hands slid to his buckle and looped the belt open before sliding down his zip.<br /><br />“God damn you,” he groaned into her mouth. He was throbbing for her, the blood in his head had long rushed to the other into his pants.<br /><br />“Come on you love it, the thrill... the risk of getting caught. The thought of people watching, you know you love it.” She nibbled on his lobe. Her hands sliding further up his shaft grazing her nails across the underside of him. “You want to wait...you want to...but you can’t... can you Jon?” she grinded her hips forward against him, “I don’t want you to wait...I’m ready for you now.”<br /><br />“Colby” he buried his moan in her neck. Again he’d fallen under the influence of her. She had his cock in her hands and there were dozens of people around for fuck’s sake. His hands on her thighs shifted the flimsy fabric north leaving his fingers to explore her skin. Keeping her concealed with his own body he hooked his finger through the lace of her underwear. The snap took her by surprise as he ripped the thin lace pulling it from her and tucking it in his back pocket.<br /><br />“I can’t believe you just did that,” her heart pounded in her chest as he hoisted her leg over his waist and slid comfortably into her. “Oh god,” she titled her head back flattening her back as far against the wall as she could. Her body shook once with the force of orgasm taking her completely by surprise.<br /><br />“Like that huh?” the tingling in his veins that he had back the control started to creep back in. She was falling limp against his body. He started to rock his hips in time to the music which had changed to a racy dance track. The smoky haze of the club wrapped around them and no one was any the wiser as to what they were doing.<br /><br />“Jon” she gasped, each thrust became stronger, bolder and more urgent.<br />She wasn’t sure if the dizziness she was experiencing was from the tequila or him. Her hands gripped onto his shoulders and she met each thrust with the arch of her body.<br /><br />His thumb fell under the fabric and found her tight knot, he flicked it from side to side sending her into frenzy. The music faded and the lights blended as the release burst through her. Her nails dug in and her thighs clenched as her moans were lost in the sounds of the club.<br /><br />He let himself go. Fire roared through him sending him spilling deep inside of her. “Jesus Christ,” He panted against her trying discretely to recompose himself. His forehead was slick with sweat; she wiped it dry with the side of her hand.<br /><br />“All better?” she asked quietly. It’d been for him, but holy crap if that wasn’t something she hadn’t experienced in awhile, the adrenaline, but worse… the want.<br /><br />He shifted her dress back down, and quickly adjusted his jeans and belt. His brain was still buzzing, he looked around and sure as shit no one had given them a second look. Well fuck.<br /><br />She squeezed herself from the corner and straightened herself “I’m just going to go and take care of a few needs, and clean up. You order us some drinks and I’m a little hungry, can you get something to nibble on.” she said clutching her purse disappearing to the ladies.<br /><br />Jon couldn’t help but grin as she walked away, he took up residence at the bar sliding onto a stool and ordering two beers and a platter of bar snacks. He was hungry, but he was also starting to feel the effects of the day catching up with him. He paid the bar tender and rubbed his eyes, stifling a yawn.<br /><br />“I just want to eat then we’ll head off,” he was jolted back to consciousness with a slap on his back.<br /><br />“I’m fine, really. Come here.” He scooped her onto his lap letting her swing her legs over the side of his knees. He pressed a light kiss to her lips. “You’re amazing Colby Henderson,” he tucked a stray strand of her hair away from where it was caught in her earring.<br /><br />“You’re not too bad yourself,” she traced her pinkie just below his eyes. He was tired, the black rings were slowly digging in. The sadness in his eyes also became more obvious to her at that moment. She wanted to be the one to take it away for him. Let him live, get back to himself for awhile.<br /><br />The smile he forced didn’t quite reach his eyes “Thank you,” was all he said. In just two days this woman seemed to have an effect on him that he couldn’t explain. The kind that had him wondering every time they parted, when would be able to see her again. She was so different than his ex. She was so easy and so...casual. <br />Comfortable.<br /><br />They ate the bar snacks in a comfortable silence looking across the bar every so often pointing people out. Colby dipped a fry into ketchup before popping it into her mouth. “So do you want to talk about it?” she asked softly.<br /><br />Jon raised his eyebrow and then shook his head “Ah. No it’s fine... I’m ok. You don’t need to hear it all,” he said beating her to the next fry on the plate.<br /><br />“Hey!” she swiped him playfully. “Well if you ever do, I’m a good listener,” she swirled it around in the sauce before licking it off and taking a bite.<br /><br />“Thanks, I appreciate that. But you don’t need to worry about me,” he flicked his gaze away. His thumb circled the top of his beer as he fell into thought.<br /><br />She shook her head, typical man. “Come on then. Let’s get us home, I’m kind of beat too” she said hooking her arm through his. “Oh... and you owe me a pair of panties by the way,” she whispered as they exited the club.<br /><br />He snorted, “Well that can be arranged, do I get to pick them out?” He asked as they fell into step on the sidewalk.<br /><br />“Isn’t a surprise better?” she asked her lips curling into a smirk.<br /><br />He rolled his eyes “Depends on who’s being surprised I suppose”.<br /><br />Once home she locked up the downstairs area before joining Jon upstairs. He’d already stripped off and crawled in between her sheets.<br /><br />She toed off her heels and plucked off her jewellery letting it fall in a pile on her dresser before lifting her dress off and sliding into bed next to him. She rolled on top of him, his hands sliding down to her lower back holding her close to him. “Sleep,” she whispered kissing the top of his head and then his nose. His eyes hooded, watching her and then they closed. She lay there for a few minutes watching him sleep, and waited till his breathing evened out.<br /><br />Rolling off him she rolled over and closed her eyes, a few hours work wouldn’t hurt then she’d grab some sleep. Jon needed some rest, it was obvious he wasn’t sleeping as well as he should be right now. She slipped into her overalls and headed back downstairs with a small smile playing on her lips.Super_Kiwihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18000771355101318462noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893148483614471275.post-70051823304579655782009-03-02T13:15:00.003-05:002009-04-06T00:14:22.524-04:00Chapter Six<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhpfJsuAMgy6tlmIYuWRy23Vdrf1yQwblMfKb1nAlG_MqzcF7C6GwIgGVWX0m59PRufnncJ6b5cpQmgLz5IwE6DL1Vkyf2c_7Jsqtu_ZizmN8P9j934ztG3GgmWD48I5XN-6c7YE7N8vte/s1600-h/jajajhr0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhpfJsuAMgy6tlmIYuWRy23Vdrf1yQwblMfKb1nAlG_MqzcF7C6GwIgGVWX0m59PRufnncJ6b5cpQmgLz5IwE6DL1Vkyf2c_7Jsqtu_ZizmN8P9j934ztG3GgmWD48I5XN-6c7YE7N8vte/s320/jajajhr0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308655825896348066" /></a><br /><br />They walked back to her loft but instead of going up the stairs she led Jon to the door at the back of the foyer, her studio. With a flick of a switch the room flooded with light. Jon placed the glass he'd been carrying for her carefully down on the table. He dusted off his jeans and looked around. The work area was spacious, with glass sheets strewn across the room. Tools sat in a tangled heap on the big old work benches that centered the room. Only one table nestled in the corner wasn’t a mess. On it were displayed a selection of finished glass and pottery pieces.<br /> <br />”Welcome to my life,” she said opening her arms, "which I will have to get to work on very shortly. I have some orders due tomorrow".<br /> <br />"That's ok, I need to get back to the apartment ,have a shower and be on set within the hour," he said checking the large silver watch face on his wrist, "But this is great, a real artists creative outlet huh? Complete with mess," he chuckled.<br /> <br />"Hey, I still know where everything is!" She walked over the drying rack along the back wall where her pottery was all stacked. She was still new to this but the work she'd completed so far seemed to be doing ok. "I've just started doing some pottery, what do you think?" she asked handing him a large water jug. <br /> <br />It was heavier than he expected but the craftsmanship was far from amateurish, the sides were smooth, the spout molded perfectly and the jug's outer walls were ribbed evenly. "Colby, this is really good. Will you paint it?" he asked the natural dark tan color of the clay doing nothing for him. <br /> <br />"Thanks and yeah..." she picked up a bowl that was slightly off balance and sighed. <br /><br />"That one I will paint, maybe bright blue."<br /> <br />"You're a talented girl" he said giving her a lascivious grin with a wiggle of his eyebrows, that suggested that her talents extended a little more past pottery making and glass blowing. <br /> <br />"Men!” She rolled her eyes, “and yes I like doing it. What's even better is, it's my passion, so I'm very lucky. You'd know all about that I assume," she said taking the jug from him and balancing it back on the shelf. <br /> <br />Jon stood back and scratched the back of his head "So, you want me to come over tonight right? We should finish shooting around eight I think.”<br /> <br />"Sure, I'll work this morning probably sleep a bit this afternoon and then work again, so eight suits me. We'll go out to dinner and then maybe, if you're a good boy I'll give you another, what the British tend to call a, ‘good rodgering’, when we get home."<br /> <br />Jon snickered and waved his finger at her. "We're really going to have to do something about this – you calling all the shots," he scooped her close to him and teased a light kiss over her lips. The taste of coffee and mint blended in his mouth along with her distinct smell. One he knew would haunt him for the rest of the day.<br /> <br />"I'm letting you away with it for now, but be warned in the future it won't always go that way?"<br /> <br />Colby laughed and wound her arms around his neck. "I'm pretty sure I could make you come around, I'm pretty convincing." She swiped her tongue under his upper lip before her eyes met his. His eyes flashed from blue to black momentarily. <br /> <br />"Well it's going to make things very interesting Miss Henderson," he kissed her again backing her slowly against the wall, his knee jamming between her legs to pin her there. His lips fell to her neck and went lower lavishing kisses as he went.<br /> <br />Jesus Christ. "Jon..." she breathed clutching his head with her hand. He pulled away and let her stand. "Until tonight," he said as he spun around and left her standing in the studio in shock. He'd done it. Reversed it and took the control away from her.<br /> <br /> Her mouth twitched into a small smile. <em>Well hell</em>, it appeared the next few months held some promise. As soon as his ass had disappeared through the door, it clicking shut behind him, she made her way upstairs. Her skin was tingling, the feel of his soft, warm hands still fresh on her body, the imprint his moist lips blazing on her neck as she headed into the shower to start her day in earnest.<br /> <br />~<br /> <br />Jon sat in his dressing room four hours later. He'd retreated for lunch and fuck if his eyelids weren't as heavy as sand sacks. The morning had progressed well with minimum takes, but he was fading...and he still had a long day of filming ahead. He flipped open his cell phone and listened to his messages, smiling and rolling his eyes at a message of berating banter from his band mate Richie. All through the bitterness and upheaval of his life, some things had remained constant. One of things was the loyalty and support of his best friend. <br /> <br />He snapped his cell phone shut and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands. Look at yourself, exhausted after one night with a woman. He chuckled to himself while spinning around in his chair, but she wasn't like most women he'd met. She was the almost a guy's dream - casual and no strings. She'd made that intention clear from the start. And who was he to say no to that? She was generally a fun person from what he'd seen but still, he really didn't know all that much about her. Maybe it was best to keep it at that level. After all hadn’t he been trying to avoid that all this time... a <em>relationship. <br /> </em><br />His marriage with Dorothea had started off like a fairytale, and through the different eras of his career they'd had the usual hiccups. His lifestyle she generally dealt with. He had never been a saint yet still she'd forgiven him and they'd always managed to carry on. Until recently that is, and now he was just sick of pretending. Sick of the lies.<br /> <br />He had an hour until make-up call, so he kicked off his shoes and flopped down on the bed, stretching the dull ache from his back. He felt like he'd run a marathon last night. Jesus one night of hard sex and you're toast. Closing his eyes, he tried to block out the world for a bit and relax, but as usual his was a mind that never rested. <br /><br />He flicked back to the intriguing woman that had come into his life. Her bubbly and infectious laughter, not to mention her killer lips and what she could do with them. His cock twitched and then ached at the thought of her going down on him. Explosive blowjobs, fuck yeah. His hand rested on the denim at his crotch and he managed a small snort to himself, usually a quick jack off would lull him into a quick sleep but well fuck. He just didn’t have anything left. Besides the promise of the night's activities already had him wanting to savor any rest he could get. <br /> <br />The next thing he knew there was a sharp loud rapping on his trailer door, he sat up and cracked an eye open. He'd fallen asleep and was overdue to makeup. Shit, he scrambled from the bed and toed on his boots, shrugged on his jacket and flew out the door. Making a beeline for the coffee-cart he made it to make-up and was on set in time for the rest of his day of filming.<br /><br /> <br /> <br />~<br /><br /> <br />Colby wiped her brow and adjusted the safety goggles on her face as the bright flare of glass burned at the end of her rod, she plucked at the fiery blob with her pick trying to shape it into the cat that she'd promised the next door neighbour's daughter for her birthday. She always liked to finish off with something a little more creative. Having made a dozen vases and bowls for a bulk order due out later in the week she was happy to be done with generic stuff for the day. <br /> <br />Jon stood in the doorway, she hadn't heard him come in, it was a little after eight and he could hear the fusing sounds coming from her studio along with the blaring of U2's Bloody Sunday. Sneaking a little further into the room he leaned himself against a piece of unadorned wall and crossed his arms grinning. She was deep in her work, tossing around like a bright orange glob on the end of a tool which resembled a long steel pole, and using over-sized tweezers to pinch it into shape.<br /> <br />Her hair was all pulled back in a rough birds nest, and she was wearing oversized overalls that looked at least two sizes too big for her, and work boots. A tight white t-shirt peaked beneath the khaki colored overalls, the flicker of bright lime came from her neck that was lined in chunky glass beads.<br /> <br />He watched, fascinated at how she made an indiscriminate blob of hot glass become a little what looked like a cat figurine in just minutes. "That's incredible". She shot her head up and pulled her goggles on her head.<br /> <br />"Well... looky here...it’s the actor. All done for the day, huh?" she cocked her hand on her hip and popped the top of her overalls so the front part fell down, leaving just the tight white ribbed t-shirt underneath. Jon gulped, noticing her nipples straining hard against the material.<br /> <br />"Yes... all done for today. Well work is anyway." He said making himself meet her eyes. It's not right that she's this sexy just like that. <em>Get a fucking grip of yourself</em>.<br /> <br />She flicked off some switches and tonged the glass onto the cooling plate before walking towards him. She admired the charcoal wide collared shirt he was wearing under his leather jacket, the dullness of the color brought out his eyes. The tight dark jeans fitted nicely across his thighs and ran down to his battered boots.<br /> <br />"So?" She asked coyly rubbing herself against him, "are we ready to do something fun tonight?" she let her knee run up his inner leg as she licked her lips keeping her eyes on his.<br /> <br />The denim in his jeans had already tightened for fuck's sake and he'd been here a whole ten minutes. The scruffy look of her should have turned him off, but instead he had already eyed up the large empty wooden table in the corner for a possible angle. "Of course I am" he leaned in and dropped a kiss on her lips before letting his tongue slide inside. Looping around hers they tangled their arms around each other. <br /> <br />She let herself melt into him, he smelled freshly showered, and of warm spice. Her spine tingled at the calloused finger-tips on the back of her neck. "Well, I need to go and have a shower so make yourself at home" she pulled away leaving him leaning into air before she disappeared up the stairs.<br /> <br />"Colby" he groaned. God damn it, she'd done it again. How did he keep falling for that? He followed her up the stairs where the sound of running water echoes from the bathroom. He walked around the apartment, there was always something to look at, and it fascinated him how she could live in such an organized mess. <br /> <br />Her ledger was wide open on the table with figures scrawled in pencil. She did all her finances in a book? Who the fuck did that these days? Now that he thought of it, he didn’t remember seeing a computer or fancy technology to aid her work at all. He scratched his head and wondered how the hell someone lived like this when trying to run their own business. <br /> <br />Colby showered quickly and drying herself with a fluffy white towel. She remembered this time to moisturize herself, smearing on some body butter and polishing her face with some facial cream. What to wear, that was the next thing. She'd planned to take Jon to Firestorm, a popular nightclub in walking distance from where she lived. She pulled on a blood red A- line dress that fell just about her knees. Slipped into some matching strappy sandals and swept her hair up into a messy up-do. Plucking out a pair of silver metallic bead earrings she fastened them in her ear lobes. Perfect. <br /> <br />Jon sat on the couch he rubbed his temples, god he was tired. Filming had been taking a lot of out him, not to mention a certain fiery woman. Get hard, Jesus Christ. The click of heels made him look up and nearly shrink back into the couch. Holy fuck.<br /> <br />The sexy red dress didn't just show off her perfectly sculptured legs. The plunging v-neck line showed a generous amount of cleavage, causing him to swallow hard. She looked fresh and sexy. He stood and patted his jeans down, praying the day’s fifth erection caused by her couldn't be seen. "You look fucking incredible ".<br /> <br />"Glad you think so, that's one point in your favor for the night so far," she winked grabbing her clutch purse. "Ready to go? We can grab a bar snack at the club if it's ok by you?"<br /> <br />"Of course, I ate on set so I'm not overly hungry." He held out his arm for her as she slipped her keys into her purse and linked his arm. She not only looked good, she smelt it. Sweet like Spring Mint and something else he quite couldn't pick. <br /> <br />They enjoyed the short walk to the club which was already packed but as soon as they saw Jon, they ushered him in with Colby at his side avoiding the queues. "Now I know why you wanted to come here, you just wanted the VIP treatment didn't you? I feel used," he whispered against her ear. <br /> <br />She turned and ran her hands across his top "You'll feel more used by the time I'm done with you handsome," she ran her hands down the silk shirt resting her hands at the buckle of his jeans. He groaned and gritted his teeth "Colby, what did I say about that?"<br /> <br />She giggled lightly "Come on grumpy let's get a drink." She pulled him to the bar and ordered a round of tequila shooters and a couple of beers. <br /> <br />"Tequila?" his eyebrow arched. She just didn't stop. Fuck me.<br /> <br />"Uh huh," she licked her hand and sprinkled some salt on her hand before she threw back one and completed the ritual with the salt and lemon. "Your turn" she grinned. <br /> <br />Jon rolled his eyes and followed suit, he hadn't drunken tequila like this in years and god, still now it had that unmistakable foul taste. He slammed down the empty shot glass, licked his hand and bit into the wedge of lemon. "God" he spluttered "I'm good. I'm good, what next?" He asked.<br /> <br />"There you go, knew you were a party boy. Come on, let's drink to freedom. No more ball and chain," she nudged him with her elbow. She watched his face go dark and the frown set in. Shit. "Come on Jon, it happened for a reason… a good one right?" She asked pulling her beer back for a drag. "Come on, let's dance." She tugged on his arm and pulled him up close as they walked onto the dance floor.Super_Kiwihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18000771355101318462noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893148483614471275.post-41741365671298508262009-02-17T18:41:00.001-05:002009-02-17T18:41:53.312-05:00Chapter Five<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRPplDwBKAc-af-zdCmHRWbZ5x7P4sKTPky6_EPrBqgOvS9bja4wDDRxBQYZgrBxsSUqYgUsKeinC7wQ59z8eBTxGIH1Hu3dhWc3fLsGGUr7IvsfJCr19UWCTjgK5-zcENqNAcGnlKX4HK/s1600-h/pk16.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRPplDwBKAc-af-zdCmHRWbZ5x7P4sKTPky6_EPrBqgOvS9bja4wDDRxBQYZgrBxsSUqYgUsKeinC7wQ59z8eBTxGIH1Hu3dhWc3fLsGGUr7IvsfJCr19UWCTjgK5-zcENqNAcGnlKX4HK/s320/pk16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303915668274907650" /></a><br /><br /><br />Jon rolled over and groaned cracking his eyes open, the darkness still heavy in the room except for the glow coming from the living area. He sat up and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand before scratching his chest. "Colby?" he asked. The flare of the red digital numbers read Four-Forty am. God and she was up? He stretched and grunted when he got no answer from her. <em>Don't worry, I'll come out</em>. Dragging himself off the bed, he padded into the living room using his arm to shield the light. <br /><br />"Colby? What in God's name are you doing?" The light burned his eyeballs taking a few moments before the anything came into focus. She was standing there in dressed in jeans and black turtleneck that hugged tight around her hour glass figure. She looked up from where she was rummaging through her bag and smiled.<br /><br />"You're awake! Good you can come with me." She pulled her wallet out and tucked it in her back pocket. <br /><br />Jon frowned and shook his head. She wanted him to go where? "Come where? It's four-forty in the morning." <br /><br />She crumpled up his jeans and threw them at him. "Down to the glass works factory. I collect their leftovers. The guys leave me any unusual or colored stuff out and I recycle it. We'll grab breakfast on the way." One of the other ways she saved costs to keep her apartment. Why pay for something if you could get it free?<br /><br />He stepped into her jeans and, she was crazy. Who in their right mind voluntarily got up this early? Wasn't she tired from last night? He sure as hell was--and his cock ached. He fastened his buttons and tugged the zipper up. "Does it include coffee?" <br /><br />"Sure does, sport, and the best pastries on this side of London. Now come on, we need to get there before six." She threw his shirt at him and tied up her hair. She’d worked out that Tuesday’s were the best days for leftovers after a tip off from a local at the Ruptured Duck. She bought most of her glass wholesale but every little bit helped.<br /><br />He pulled his shirt on and hooked his buttons through up before reaching for his leather jacket and shrugging into it. "God I have to be on set in a few hours." Filming started at nine and he was going to be cranky. The last time he'd looked at the clock when Colby had finally fell asleep was two am. <em>Thank fuck.</em><br /><br />What was amazing was how she still looked like she'd had eight hours sleep. Bright, breezy, and ridiculously beautiful she waited at the stairs for him before jogging down them. His head felt like it was being squeezed in a vice. It was going to be a long day. <br /><br />The morning sun was starting drip into the sky and the air was crisp against their skin as she linked her arm in his and walked down the road. The occasional runner or dedicated dog walker breezed past them as they fell into step quickly.<br /><br />"You do this often?" he asked sliding his sunglasses shielding his eyes from intrusive daylight.<br /><br />"Couple times a week, the guys tell me if anything else comes up. I don't get a lot, but the stuff I do is expensive to buy.” She flashed a smile. ”It's free so who can complain?" She tucked her hand in her pocket as they strolled into the morning. <br /><br />"You hate me don't you?" She asked with a grin. She could tell he wasn’t a morning person, truth be told she wasn't officially. Loving the early mornings, she usually napped in the afternoon and worked most of the night. Creativity came at the weirdest times.<br /><br />He chuckled and pressed a kiss to her temple. “I’m cranky on next to no sleep. I’m used to it over the years, but you sold me with pastries and coffee so I'll forgive you." His shoulders dropped as he relaxed easily around her. How could he not? There was no post-morning awkwardness between them.<br /><br />As they walked past an alleyway, she tugged him in and pushed him against the cold brick. Clutching his leather lapels, she pressed a steamy kiss to his lips letting her tongue tease his upper lip before it slid into his mouth. <br /><br />He groaned through the surprised, his hands curled around her waist as he returning the kiss. Not only did she smell like mint, she tasted like it this morning. "What was that for?" he asked against the soft skin of her cheek. God, it was not right that his cock awake already. <em>Jesus Christ.</em><br /><br />"Just because." She kissed his nose before hooking her fingers around the waist band of his jeans. Her eyes narrowed. "When you get off work tonight, you’re going to come around and I’m going to do bad things to you. Of course, only if you want to…“She mussed his dirty blond hair as prickle of his five o'clock shadow against her cheek.<br /><br /><em>If he wanted to</em>? She was insatiable, and fuck if he was going to say no to that. "Sounds like something I can't refuse." <br />Jon was left mystified how this woman could steal the control back so quickly and before he had time to even realize or react. He dipped down and brushed his lips down the long line of her neck, scraping his teeth along her clavicle. <br /><br />"We need to get you fed," she pushed him back, looking straight back at herself in the reflection of his sunglasses. She pulled away and grabbed his hand tugging him with her to walk back out onto the street. A few meters up the road she stopped at the bakery that had just swung the closed sign over to open.<br /><br />"Excellent timing."<br /><br />"Ah Miss Colby, so good to see you again," an older, heavy set woman in a baker's hat pottered up to the counter. The soft lines of her face deepened when she smiled and she raised her eyebrow as Jon followed in behind her. <br /><br />"Zelda, hit me up, but make it double this time. I've got a hungry mouth to feed." She winked at Jon. <br /><br />“No problem, good morning Mr. Jon.”<br /><br />Jon smiled graciously. "Thanks, make it a large.” he reached for his wallet from his back pocket. She didn't seem too worried about who he was.<br /><br />"Sure thing. So, Colby, where did you pick him up from?" She teased, pinching a couple of scrolls from the tray with her tongs. <br /><br />"Just the bar. He's in town filming a movie for a few months, so I offered to show him around London a little," she said taking the two cups of coffee from Zelda's young assistant.<br /><br />"Well Jon, you're in good hands. Colby will look after you."<br />Jon handed her a couple of pounds and chuckled. "Well, she's doing a great job so far." He took the paper bag with a murmur of thanks. <br /><br />"Best pastry in all of London right there," Colby said to Jon as they walked out. "Bye Z, see you in a few days."<br /><br />"Bye Miss Colby, stay out of trouble."<br /><br />Jon smiled at her and followed Colby out the door. As she clicked the door closed behind them and pointed to the stained glass <br />design set in the window of the door. "You like?"<br /><br />Jon stared at the swirl of colors in a star pattern against a deep set plain glass pane. "You did that? No shit?" Hell she was talented, and not just in the way she manipulated him in the bedroom.<br /><br />"Incredible," he took a long sip. "And not just the coffee," he smirked and followed her to a small riverbank with park benches lined along the grassy banks. She plopped herself down on one and he followed suit. <br /><br />He handed her the bag, she pulled her knees up to her chest and plucked a cheesy roll from the bag. Tearing off the corner, she popped it in her mouth. "God, nothing like fresh out of the oven baking,” she sighed gripping her cup and taking a sip, “and freshly brewed coffee." <br /><br />"Amen to that.” He raised his cup towards her and looked out to the river. “And to pleasurable company. “He looked around, there were a handful of people scattered around the park, but no signs of the city bustle yet. "It's so quiet."<br /><br />"Best time to be around, I love it! Second best place in the <br />world." <br /><br />"What's the first?" he asked her licking the excess coffee off his lid.<br /><br />"New York-- where I moved from." <br /><br />He lifted a brow. "Well look at that. I'm from Jersey, but I do love NYC and I can see why you're here. Reminds me a lot of the city." He jammed his fingers into his bicep. <br /><br />"I kind of figured you were. The accent gives it away." She chewed on the fluffy pastry. She missed New York, but London had been kind to her, so far away from everything she ever knew. She’d worked hard for what she had.<br /><br />Jon snorted, "That so? Well I kind of figured you were from somewhere around there, not the traditional NY accent though. How long you been over here?" He suddenly had the curiosity to ask all kinds of questions--what her story was and why she was alone--but this wasn't a relationship where those details were important. <br /><br />"About five years, moved out here by myself just to do something different. I started glass art back home and got a few bites of interest. One from over here they contacted me on the web and I thought hell why not try and live over here for a bit. A bit, just turned into five years," she explained, picking at a piece of lint on her knee.<br /><br />"Well, you certainly seem happy--happy is important, right?" Her hair was down today and swept over her shoulders, falling into loose ringlets. The light caught some of her fiery highlights, a mix of brown and reds. The glint of the maroon glass beaded necklace that hung around her neck had him wondering if she matched her belly ring with it. The one he'd had access to, just hours ago. <br /><br />"Happiness is everything Jon. Remember that, no matter what," her voice had dropped and her eyes went flat for a second. <br /><br />He just nodded. "I haven't been happy in a long time," he said it out loud looking ahead. He didn't expect her to do anything with it but it felt good to admit it to someone outside his close circle. <br /><br />Colby didn't say anything, and she didn't have to. She saw the pain in his face, the worry lines deepen around his eyes. He wasn't the type that wanted a deep and meaningful so she didn't offer one. Instead she slid out her foot and rubbed the tip of her boot over his lap. <br /><br />He jolted forward almost spilling his coffee. "Shit," he chuckled. "What are you trying to do to me?" <em>Yep. Two seconds flat, erection. Fuck.</em><br /><br />"Come on!" She jumped up and grabbing his hand, she dragged him down the bank. Pushing him up against the bark of a large oak tree, she went for the buckle of his jeans. In one quick whip she'd unlooped his belt and tugged his jeans halfway down his legs.<br /><br /><em>Fuck me</em>. He dropped his coffee letting it tumble down the bank into the river and grabbed her. "Colby not here! Someone might see me and I can't risk-," he let a low groan escape his throat when she again had him in her hot little hands. <br /><br />He reached for her jeans and popped her buttons, but stopped. "Ah, I don't have-"<br /><br />"Birth control," she said, cupping his cheeks, diving right in. <br />With a blistering kiss, he wedged her against the tree. The taste of coffee and cigarettes rolled around her tongue with his dark flavor. Jon scooped her up, his fingers dug into her ass as he swiftly entered her. She gasped and wound her arms around his neck, <em>oh god</em>. <br /><br />"God yes, harder…come on!" She gritted her teeth as he hit her deep and true. He thrusted-- slamming her into the tree. He didn't care. She'd broken him past caring. He was fucking crazy, fucking her against a tree. <br /><br />Teeth and lips scraped over his Adam's apple, urging him to roll his hips harder and faster. The need to become one and blow her mind blasted out any other common sense he may have had left. His cock throbbed as her walls tightened around him. He groaned when her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples achingly hard.<br /><br />She gripped the back of his neck tighter, letting his hair fan through her fingers. Her back burned against the bark, but the pleasure rocketing through her body blurred it. <br /><br />Her nails pinched his skin as he lost all self control. She was going to kill him, either that or they would end up killing each other. <br /><br />"Yes, god yes..." She threw her head back and let go. Quick and fast the orgasm hit her like a sucker punch. <br /><br />Her pulsing around him snapped the final thread of control as he arched forward spilling deep. "Fuck," he muttered still slumping against a tree. His heart was drumming loudly in his chest as he quickly pulled up his jeans and then hers, looking around to see thankfully not a soul in sight. <em>Well fuck me.</em><br /><br />"You're going to kill me, you know that?" he pressed his forehead against hers fighting for his breath.<br /><br />She re-zipped herself up before placing her palms against his chest "You're too strong for that, but I can have fun trying," she winked. "Come on, I need to hurry." She pulled away and dragged him down the road to where the purpose of the early morning romp was. The Glassworks factory. <br /><br />He could hardly blink and she was dragging him somewhere else. Holy shit, how the fuck would he make it through the shoot today? One thing was sure, if they filmed any of the slated sex scenes he doubted he'd have an issue getting an embarrassing erection in the middle of it. His tank was running on empty right about now.<br /><br />He caught up to her as they walked through large wrought iron gates to an industrial building towering with two stone chimneys pumping out grey plumes of smoke into the air. Colby led him to the back of the building where the waste was. "Ahh," she carefully picked up a bunch of small paper sized sheets of glass from behind the garbage crate. <br /><br />"See?" she asked stacking them close to her body. <br /><br />"You need hand?" He asked her<br /><br />"Yeah there is more down there, grab me the green ones and the clear chunky stuff," she instructed as he bent down to scoop a few sheets in his arms. <br /><br />She hugged the glass to her chest. "I’m done, let’s go."Super_Kiwihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18000771355101318462noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893148483614471275.post-43584751900807400722009-02-10T02:45:00.003-05:002009-02-10T03:14:55.390-05:00Chapter Four<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif1QJ0UYexZTm21_qmSmpzsLIP4-3AgC4t27RqDca2jn5HH-YB0DAqGHpcF5kVkF5zfX2BrwZnJzjd7jo1JpEEo4Cmbo95HwoZhNb-Wyc6mx4NdhWxBFm-0070b78uKVnsSq6Kwz7dkNeU/s1600-h/BlackWhiteArmcross.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif1QJ0UYexZTm21_qmSmpzsLIP4-3AgC4t27RqDca2jn5HH-YB0DAqGHpcF5kVkF5zfX2BrwZnJzjd7jo1JpEEo4Cmbo95HwoZhNb-Wyc6mx4NdhWxBFm-0070b78uKVnsSq6Kwz7dkNeU/s320/BlackWhiteArmcross.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301075977515700002" /></a><br /><br /><br />She curled her fingers around him and stroked, tugging at the delicate skin before dropping to her knees in front of him. He swallowed hard as every nerve in his body came alive when those delicious lips, that only hours ago were wrapped around a beer neck, were now around his cock.<br /><br />"Jesus Colby." His palms threatened to slip, losing his grip on the wall. He closed his eyes and concentrated on her small but deliberate movements, as she licked him tip to base before dragging one of his balls into her mouth. <br /><br />Her nails dug hard as she cupped his ass, pulling him closer--deeper. She rocked him forward and then back, mimicking the movements she'd want him to do later. His hands came to rest on her, his fingers curling around her shoulders as he tried to pull her up. He needed to be fucking inside her. Now.<br /><br />"Colby... oh fuck!" Her tongue traced along the underside vein of his length causing his knees to buckle under him and any coherent thought to mush. Nothing mattered anymore, the bitching the fighting, who did this and who did that. All that mattered was the pretty pink, wet lips attached to the end of him-- washing away everything. <br /><br />She kept the rhythm going as finally he relented and began to pump into her mouth as requested. His breathing was heaving and his arms were shaking against the wall as the tightness started to burn through his body. <br /><br />His short nails scraped down the wall digging at the plaster as her low hum vibrated down his cock. She was being relentless and he was going to burst right inside her if he didn't stop it. His fingers threaded through her hair trying to edge her up but she remained glued to him, her fingertips clenching harder into his ass.<br /><br />He blinked as the rush of blood raced from his head to his cock, along with all feeling from his body to resist. "Oh shit, I'm gonna...Colby..." The tight tingling sensation throbbed in his dick.<br /><br />His body jerked forward and everything went black except the sound of his voice shouting through the darkness. She'd found that spot with the pad of her thumb on his balls and massaged it letting him fully spill deep inside her. She still didn't move, demanding every drop to be spilled. Molten heat burned through his soul as he came again inside her mouth slamming his palms against the wall.<br /><br />Jon saw daylight finally as he regained some sense of consciousness leaning back without the wall to support him. His eyes met hers as she swirled her tongue around the tip before lifting herself back up to his level. <br /><br />"Sweet fuck."<br /><br />Colby hooked her arms around his neck and leaned in pressing a wet, salty kiss to his lips. "I'm so turned on right now, you need to come and do very bad things to me" her eyebrow cocked as she nipped at his nose. <br /><br />All he could do was laugh, she was unbelievable. He hoisted her up in his arms her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her over the trail of clothes and papers to what he assumed was her bedroom. He laid her down on the bed on the red crinkled cover. It was a simple room, with a few pieces of plain furniture and a chair that had was buried in a mountain of clothes. Her sketch pads fanned all around the floor.<br /><br />They hit the pillows with oomph and Jon climbed over her. He tugged at her jeans pulling them off leaving a black scrap of lace that barely covered her.<br /><br />"Well this has got to go, why do you woman wear these? What do they do?" He asked hooking his thumbs in the thin waistband and sliding them off her legs. <br /><br />"Turns you on," she replied with a satisfied grin. His attention was drawn to a blue sparkle on her belly. His tongue buzzed; yeah he'd like to play with that.<br /><br />"Cute," he said fingering it lightly, drawing lazy circles on her belly. <br /><br />Her nipples strained against the fabric, burning for him to touch. Him getting off in her mouth had ignited the need for that cocky mouth to do it’s damage on her. <br /><br />His lips chased his tongue across her belly flicking the jewel with his tongue as he went lower. She was wet for him, drops of her slick heat inched down her thighs. Using his thumbs he spread her thighs watching her eyes close waiting. Waiting for him. He paused and waited until she looked back up, twisting her lips together and arching her brow. He chuckled darkly.<br /><br />"Beg me" he shifted his hands under her ass scooping her up to him to meet his mouth still keeping the distance there.<br /><br />Her little girl pout was too much. "Bastard."<br /><br />He traced her outer lips with the tip of his thumb till he found her tight little clit. Circling with his thumb, she lurched off the bed into him. Two fingers slid inside her, coating in her heat. Gently he pumped her, the slick sound of his movements in time with her sharp intake of breaths. <br /><br />Slamming her eyes shut she grasped for the sheets at her side, fisting the cotton in her hands. Every slow deliberate movement was driving her crazy. He curled deep inside her reaching places that had long been forgotten by unskilled men burning her breath in her lungs. Her toes curled and she drifted away until the wet warm tingle of his tongue found her. <br /><br />"Oh shit." The room was dark, heavy with sweat and anticipation, the only light glowing through the window from the streetlamps outside. The silhouette of him down there driving her crazy was just insane. She rested her leg over his shoulder encouraging him further, deeper.<br /><br />Every bone in her body was tingling as she lifted her hips grinding herself against him. "Please," she begged. God she begged? But hell if this was only the opening act she wanted the whole show. All of it. She grasped his short cropped hair, urging him closer—for more--something. <br /><br />One more fatal swipe of her tight knot with his thumb and she let go, careening off the bed into him. She viced hard around him, letting her body shake through the pleasure. <span style="font-style:italic;">Oh shit</span>. The white hot heat in her body was both a relief and pleasure as she groaned. She slumped back down sticking to the sheets like a post it note. He withdrew his fingers, but it didn't stop there. Using the flat of his tongue he licked the full length of her from slit to clit. <br /><br />"Oh fuck me," she bit down on her lip. Her body she was still tender and he pushed her again, harder. The little deliberate flicks of his tongue, teased her driving her to the edge faster than a firestorm. She wrestled for sheets, something to grab as she fisted the corner of her pillow. Locking both legs around his neck she tilted her hips towards him. Her body was the sacrifice and she needed him to complete the ritual.<br /><br />The second release came quicker, with the aid of his thumb brushing her nipple he coaxed her back into the vortex. She lay like a wounded animal panting, gasping for breath as they aftershocks settled. <br /><br />Jon climbed back over her body brushing the light layer of sweat against his skin. He fingered some fire red streaks plastered to her forehead and hovered over her mouth.<br /><br />"Did I break you?" He whispered against his lips, his eyes holding her sated gaze.<br />Her mouth curled into a smile, wrapping her arms around his neck lifting her knee between his legs. He hit the bed hard in one quick move as she rolled him over onto his back. She straddled him, wiggling herself back til his cock hit the crack of her ass. "Never" she grinned lacing her fingers through his and pinning them both to the bed at the level of his eyes. <br /><br />The mischief that danced in her eyes had his cock wanting to do bad things to her, again. Her hair fell forward tickling the tips of his nipples as she sucked down on his bottom lip grating over it with her teeth. He tried to wriggle under her grasp but she held him firmly there her fingers curling tighter around his hands.<br /><br />He lifted his head reaching up brushing his lips across one of her nipples, she responded and came down further so he could take it fully in his mouth. Grinding above him, skin against skin she rocked while he sucked carelessly on her. "Fuck," she sighed keeping her hands firmly in his.<br /><br />She let one hand go reaching over to the bedside table, pulling out a foiled packet and ripped the corner off with her teeth. Quickly she sheathed him before settling herself on top of him regaining her grip on his hands. Rocking forward she rolled her jaw as he filled her, stretching her. God it felt incredible.<br /><br />Jon threw his head back dropping his jaw wide open, Jesus Christ. Since when did he fall victim to a woman driving this? She was so unlike other woman he'd known, no lack of confidence in the bedroom and knew exactly what she wanted. As he pulsed deep inside her his fingers curled around hers tighter. <br /><br />"Fuck, Colby." She was taking him for everything that he had. Her perfect body bobbed up and down above him, rocking turned into slamming as she got wilder on him. Wavy hair falling around her shoulders her breasts right there, nipples hard. Still so hard it made him ache. Ache to drive her home, screaming his name.<br /><br />She rolled her hips forward and closed her eyes, losing herself in the moment letting him hit her in the deepest places. Her walls tightened, her breath hitched riding him harder and faster. "Jon," it came off her lips like a benediction with white heat that burned though her veins. "Yes, god yes!" She let go, her body trembling above his through the release, her hands released his and raked through her hair as she came down from the high. <br /><br />His hands clasped her hips steadying her, good fuck. He was on the edge already and when she leaned down to kiss him, he rolled her diagonally across the bed onto her back. Hooking one of her legs over his shoulder he thrust deeper, his teeth grinding at the unbelievable pressure of her clamping around him.<br /><br />His hands pinned hers to the bed, just like she had. She chuckled tossing her head then growling as her body adjusted. She was tensing again, and he was determined to take her over again. His mouth scraped up her neck along her jaw line to her ear. Pressing his lips against her ear he whispered, "so fucking tight."<br /><br />He grunted flexing his hips into her. His hands let hers go and scooped under her shoulders lifting her forward as his movements became fast. Her knuckles were turning white as she slapped his shoulders gripping hard.<br /><br />"Jon, god, don't stop," she bit down on her lip and her eyes popped open and held his. The sweat from his temples splashed onto her cheeks. With one final push they both called out rocketing into orgasm. <br /><br />He rolled off her and flopped down on the sheets, cool cotton against his back gasping for breath. "Fucking hell woman," his cock hadn't had a better workout in months. <br /><br />She fought for breath "Not bad." She snorted at the look on his face. She pulled the sheet up over her body, tucking it under her arms and rolled onto her side to face him. <br /><br />Sleep was heavy on his eyes, as he reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and tugged her in with his arm to his chest. <br /><br />"Mmm not bad at all" he agreed contented. And satisfied.Super_Kiwihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18000771355101318462noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893148483614471275.post-25237107606500424302009-01-25T15:35:00.004-05:002009-01-25T16:31:09.557-05:00Chapter Three<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhInnOrWCN3nBJN0oc1qROQA16CA27X2caE6d-p9FBY7qPpikRYi3DWBFrO3xne3n-jdSBoEoeRp7tNcdnyP5nZs9m9Pb6uXtTHli-tGIJtliIdfZHPpPHqGVpqjf6FvCUrwIi0qkIv3xeq/s1600-h/JonGestelltSeitKtF0181.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhInnOrWCN3nBJN0oc1qROQA16CA27X2caE6d-p9FBY7qPpikRYi3DWBFrO3xne3n-jdSBoEoeRp7tNcdnyP5nZs9m9Pb6uXtTHli-tGIJtliIdfZHPpPHqGVpqjf6FvCUrwIi0qkIv3xeq/s320/JonGestelltSeitKtF0181.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295334963975113474" /></a><br /><br />"So where to? My place?" he asked holding his arm out to her. She hooked hers in his as they fell into step outside the restaurant. <br /><br />The lingering smell of fresh mint hit him, it was sweet and fresh.<br /><br />"Nope," she grinned as she led him down the street. They walked further into the bustle of people and turned left down a lane that was lined with residential and commercial buildings. <br /><br />"Here," as they came to a standstill at the end. She reached in her bag, collecting her keys to unlock the white double French doors. She flicked on the light as they stepped onto the polished hardwood foyer.<br /><br />Jon looked around; a simple neutral reception area with a large white desk was in the center of the room. Double doors led out the back where he could make out a workspace. "This is your office?" he asked peeking around the doorframe into the dark studio. <br /><br />"Uh huh, but up there is my place," she pointed to the curving staircase tucked away in the corner with steel railings.<br /><br />"Well lead on," he grinned. She locked the doors and flicked off the light to the reception area leaving the stairwell well lit with little spotlights that hung from the ceiling at the end of twisted steel rope.<br /><br />Colby climbed the stairs to her loft; it was her pride and joy. She'd worked a little harder to get this place, it was twice the rent as her last place but it was in a good area so well worth the expense. She’d got creative in her overheads and befriended a man that worked at the glassworks, so she was always in line for leftovers instead of paying for all her glass. Creative accounting.<br /><br />Jon walked into the massive open space. Windows stretched around the room, he’d bet that from an artist’s standpoint it would be perfect lighting. The living area and kitchen was open plan with hardwood floors from wall to wall. The walls were surprisingly white and plain, but he supposed the random splashes of color made up for it. A bright red glass vase on the table and a heavy looking turquoise bowl on the coffee table drew his eye. <br /><br />He chuckled, <em>well shit</em>. The amount of clothes and books that littered the room was phenomenal. It was though someone had dumped the entire contents of her house across the room. Perhaps she liked to spread out.<br /><br />"What?" she asked. <em>He's totally thinking about the mess</em>.<br /><br />"Nothing. It’s fantastic. “He looked around at the various art pieces which he assumed were hers. Pieces of random glass were strewn around the room along with sketch pads, pencils in-between her clothes and god knew what else.<br /><br />She tossed her things on the end of the couch. "Want a drink?" she asked walking to the kitchen plucking a bottle of bourbon from the cupboard. She picked up two lowball glasses and walked back to the couch where Jon was shifting a pile of her things to the side.<br /><br />"Sorry, I tend to spread out a little," she said holding out a glass. <br /><br />It was heavy in his hands, thick glass that said anything but retail. "You made this?" he asked. <br /><br />"Sure did, nothing worse than flimsy glasses that break the minute to drop them into the sink." She screwed the cap off and poured him two fingers worth of Jim Beam.<br /><br />"You make wine glasses?" he asked holding the glass up and checking out the bottom.<br /><br />"A few, I haven't for awhile but I might again, who knows," she shrugged. She usually made what she felt like, and lately she'd been on a bead and vase kick. The wine glasses did sell well though. She moved across the room and plucked one out of the cabinet across the room. "Here," she said handing it to him.<br /><br />"Shit." His fingers held the stem. It was a simple design. One of those modern V cup glasses where the stem was as thick as the base. But it was the faint purple stream of color drizzled through the glass that looked like syrup curving around bowl that made it unique. "This is amazing. You should make more,” he looked up at her, “hell I'd buy them for a start." <br /><br />"Thanks, I'll keep it in mind." She took the glass out of his hand and placed it back on the table along with her glass of bourbon. <br /><br />He had to do it. He had to tell her the truth. "Colby, before we do anything I've got a confession to make." The twitch of his lips was hard to keep under control.<br /><br />She curled her fingers around the collar of his shirt as she pulled him closer. The strong smell of cigarettes, whiskey and something spicy played on her nostrils. "What? You're a virgin?" she laughed and her eyes fell to his lips. What was it about that ridiculously full bottom lip?<br /><br />His fingers brushed back a lock of amber hair that had fallen loose from her ponytail. "No, that's not it. Believe it or not I like to be honest, so I need to tell you this." He dipped down and brushing his lips from neck to shoulder. <br /><br />"What?" she managed, letting her head fall back. The feel of his lips against her skin only made her want more. Her hands gripped his shoulders while she waited for whatever he had to say. <br /><br />"When I guessed your name…" his warm breath was thick on her neck.<br /> <br />"Jesus, Jon," she groaned. This man was driving her insane and he'd only just started. Everything about him had her pulse racing and skin tingling. She wanted him out of his clothes. Now.<br /><br />"I cheated."<br /><br />She pulled away from him and he looked up and meeting her gaze.<br /><br />"Go on," she said folding her arms. The declaration jerked her out of the fantasy. She knew it! There was no way he would have known her work. She wasn't stupid. <br /><br />"When you went to the ladies I looked in your bag and saw your business card." He waited for the slap, but was surprised when she laughed. <br /><br />"I knew it. Well then…" she tucked her hands into her pockets and stood. "Guess you miss out then. You should have waited to admit that one. Guess you really aren't the seducer after all." She walked back to the kitchen. She was curious at what he would do next. <br /><br /><em>Shit! </em>Since when did honesty with a girl not fucking work? He stood and scratched his head. There went his chances for a fuck tonight, damn it! The asshole Jon would have waited ‘til afterwards to admit that. Why did he have pick now to have some manners?<br /><br />When she didn’t turn around he took three steps towards the staircase. Stopping to look one more time over his shoulder he was thrown off balance and slammed against the wall, her lips locked with his. He tried blinking, hell thinking but couldn’t concentrate on anything but her mouth. <br /><br />Her fingers again teased at the opening of his shirt and popped a few buttons, now that she didn't expect… no hair whatsoever. Fuck. <br /><br />He shrugged out of his leather jacket letting it fall to the floor digging his fingers into her hips as spun her around, pushing her against the wall. The surprise and sparkle in her eyes did nothing for his cock which sprang to life in his jeans. <br /><br />"You want to play huh?" he asked his thumbs hooking over her jeans as he held her gaze.<br /><br />"And what if I do? Are you going to refuse me?" she asked biting down on his bottom lip and tugging it gently. Soft and full. <em>Not right</em>. His eyes were growing dark again with that look she'd seen earlier and fuck if it didn't make her knees grow weak.<br /><br />He pressed her harder against the wall, using his knee to wedge between her legs. "Do I look stupid?" his knuckle brushed across her jaw line. With the pad of his thumb he tugged on her bottom lip. <br /><br />She let his thumb slide into her mouth and sucked it in further, skimming her tongue across the tip. Her eyes were wide and fixed on his. <br /><br />"You are a dangerous woman," he whispered nosing against her cheekbone letting his lips slide over her lobe. When he felt his body begin to relax against hers, he shoved his knee and pushed her harder back against the wall so she gasped.<br /><br />"Which is good, because I happen to like danger."<br /><br />She closed her eyes when his fingers lifted her sweater up and over her head, leaving her in her black lacy bra. When he went for the fly of her jeans she wrapped her hand around his wrist.<br /><br />"Tit for tat." She fiddled with the buttons of his shirt and peeled open to reveal his broad chest. "Holy shit." She rubbed her palms across the smooth contours.<br /><br />"Had to get it done for the shoot.” He nibbled at her lobe swirling his tongue around it and sucking it in his mouth. “It hurt like fuck."<br /><br />She pushed the shirt off his shoulders, leaving his the tanned line of his upper body in front of her. Tight nipples, a six pack to die for and a flat belly that was a production of many hours in the gym.<br /><br />She traced a finger in the dip above his stomach. "It paid off, believe me." She couldn't take much more of this. She flicked her tongue over one of the tight flesh colored nipples and looked up when he groaned and smiled "A bit sensitive are we?"<br /><br />His thumb reached out and brushed against the soft lace over her peak. "You tell me?"<br /><br />She groaned and leaned back against the wall his other hand slid around her back and snapped open her bra clasp with his nails letting it slide down over her arms. He tugged it right off her body and let it fall to the floor. Hell, nice round perky breasts. Good fuck. He nosed against the soft curve, letting the pink tip roll into his mouth. Slow long sucks had her wriggling underneath him.<br /><br />He used the flat of his palm over her other breast, rewarded by her gasps his mouth continued to assault her. Her fingers gripped at his shoulders, arching her body higher into his mouth. His hand curled around the back of her neck holding her still.<br /><br />"God yes." She knew those lips were dangerous the minute she'd laid eyes on him and he didn't disappoint. Teeth scraped over her delicate peak slamming her back against the wall. The world was shaking and so was the temptation to scream.<br /><br />His lips slid back up her body, across the arch of her neck, up her chin and found her mouth wanting. He licked her lips and slid his tongue in, pressing his body harder against hers. The short pants between kisses driving him mad.<br /><br />Her fingers fell to his jeans, and pulled the buttons apart one by one. His cock strained against the denim, just at her touch in that area was throwing him off balance as he rested his hands against the wall on either side of her and braced himself. <br /><br />She slid the zipper down and his cock punched through the denim into her hands. Using her thumb, she circled the tip, smearing the drop of pre cum over his length. He bit down and met her gaze, fuelled with the same lust that that was roaring through his veins. It'd been awhile since any woman had played with his dick, and he wasn’t about to stop.Super_Kiwihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18000771355101318462noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893148483614471275.post-35136642282993354352009-01-17T22:04:00.003-05:002009-01-17T22:23:17.725-05:00Chapter Two<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgHJu26h73lMMoLc3liFPkfS2U5V4G3KzayDA23M_OW9ZUzbajrfwocyLGcPbXwMkZ3i6b8ztY7s_FKkdaflQyERyrfi8C63lESHXAmZaD4U42YCJyJJkZLlIV55c28EYRUMs_DsErXxbB/s1600-h/DA-CloseupTan.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgHJu26h73lMMoLc3liFPkfS2U5V4G3KzayDA23M_OW9ZUzbajrfwocyLGcPbXwMkZ3i6b8ztY7s_FKkdaflQyERyrfi8C63lESHXAmZaD4U42YCJyJJkZLlIV55c28EYRUMs_DsErXxbB/s320/DA-CloseupTan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292468257370472370" /></a><br /><br /><br />Colby stared into her beer running the tip of her finger along the rim of the glass. "Alright, I can do that. Jon." She rubbed her belly as it growled reminding her that she hadn't eaten breakfast since that morning. "There's a good Chinese restaurant down the road." She watched him tuck his cigarettes and wallet back into his leather jacket.<br /><br />"Great, so glass blower? That's an unusual profession for a female." The fullness of her lips had him tempted to ask if that was all she was good at blowing. If the night went well, maybe he'd find out.<br /><br />She scooped up her bag tucking it under her arm. "Yeah, I know. Something I've always enjoyed, creating things, getting my hands dirty so to speak." She tugged at her necklace around her neck straightening the twist in her beads.<br /><br />"Make that?" the ruby colored glass caught in the dim lighting of the bar. It was fascinating, he'd seen documentaries on glass blowing but he hadn't given the process all that much thought.<br /><br />She grinned "Yeah and about a hundred other ones, I make the beads, some jewellery buyers buy them and they make the rest," she stood and nodded waiting for him to lead the way out.<br /><br />Jon stood and made sure Dan had been fixed up. She was already one of the most interesting people he'd met. She was one of those people that were gorgeous without much effort. She had to be single, otherwise she'd of declined the bet. Unless she was one of <span style="font-style:italic;">those</span> girls.<br /><br />"Tell me more. Come on then Colby." Colby. Another interesting thing, an unusual name. He'd had no doubt that she lived up to the interesting part with ease.<br /><br />"See you Dan, probably tomorrow," Colby waved.<br /><br />"Don't do anything or anyone I wouldn't do." Dan waggled his brows as she turned away.<br /><br />Jon's eyes widened, did she do this often? <span style="font-style:italic;">Well hell</span>. Maybe getting her into bed wasn't going to be that hard at all.<br /><br />When his fingertips rested on the small of her back, brushing against her spine she felt the tingle. The one that was enough to make her wonder what the rest of his hands would feel like against her skin. Were they calloused like guitar players hands? Or were they soft? "It's just down the road. How long have you been in London?" she asked as he fell into step beside her. The clicks of their heels went in time as she led the way to Chow Time.<br /><br />"A week, we started filming yesterday," he jammed his hands into his coat pockets.<br /><br />"What's it about?" she asked letting Jon beat her to opening the door to the restaurant for her.<br /><br />They were shown to a booth, Jon waited until she was seated before sliding into his side of the booth. Flipping open the menu he began.<br /><br />"I'm playing an actor debuting in a London play. I'm American, cliche I know but I'm playing an actor who is sexually devious and manipulative," his lips cocked in a smirk. Colby shifted in her seat when his eyes flashed from Cobalt to black momentarily.<br /><br />She swallowed unsure of what to say, Christ for the first time you're speechless? Good fuck. "Looks like the part was made for you" she scanned the menu, refusing to meet his eyes. "So you're a seducer then?"<br /><br />And you <span style="font-style:italic;">want</span> him to seduce you don't you?<br /><br />"Yeah, more to it than that but I'm really enjoying the part so far it's a challenge." He curled his fingers around the leather bound menu "and like challenges," his eyes found hers and held them.<br /><br />She broke the stare leaning back and crossed her legs under the table. She causally flicked through her own menu pages. "Well, I have been known to be called a challenge a few times." <span style="font-style:italic;">Especially by my mother.</span><br /><br />She was still confused with the fact he knew her name. It was crazy? Had he really seen the glassware in the shop? It couldn't have been Dan who told him. Dan always worried that with the way Colby lived her life so freely that she'd be taken advantage of. She knew it came across that way sometimes and the way Jon was looking at her right now, sizing her up. She was pretty sure he was thinking that exact thing.<br /><br />Jon pulled his gaze from her when the waitress came by, "Lemon Chicken and Sweet and Sour Pork ok?" He closed shut the menu.<br /><br />She nodded "Sure, sounds good to me," she handed her menu back to the waitress as walked back to the kitchen.<br /><br />She picked up the navy blue serviette and folded it into a triangle "So tell me Jon, if you hadn't guessed my name, how you of would proposed to seduce me?" she looked back up and raised her brow at him.<br /><br />Jon chuckled and leaned forward "Well, I'm guessing you're not the type to get all hot and bothered over a nice slow candlelight dance" she wasn't a woman that fell to romance. He'd already figured that much out about her.<br /><br />"You didn't try so how do I know?" her lips poised in a pout as his eyes fell to her lips. She grinned and let her tongue lightly lick her top lip.<br /><br />His hand curled into a fist. "You're killing me here you know that don't you?" he groaned. She was like no one he'd met. He didn't know what the word was to describe her. She was casual but so assured within herself with it. She reminded him a lot of himself. And the need to, god the need to show her he was serious and could wipe that smile right off her face and replace it with something else was fucking overwhelming.<br /><br />"And I still haven't decided if we're going home together or not, so start selling yourself to me." She picked up her Corona that had been placed alongside her and wrapped her lips around the top pausing for effect before taking a swig.<br /><br />Jon choked on his own beer, well fuck. "One night with me and you'll wonder why you bothered with anyone else," he let the smirk widen. "Don't you want to at least make your mind up for yourself?" he leaned back and drummed his fingers against the table.<br /><br />"Maybe, but don't you have a line for me though? You're special, I've never felt like this with anyone in so long?" she asked dramatically putting her hand across her heart and fluttering her eyes.<br /><br />"Jesus, Colby" he shook unable to stop the laugh that came from his throat as a few onlookers glanced at them.<br /><br />"Well you don't?" she asked pretending to be disappointed. He was too easy. <span style="font-style:italic;">Seriously.<br /></span><br />"You don't need it, no matter what I say or what I do it's not going to influence you. You've made your mind up already."<br /><br />Her heart skidded a couple of beats, he'd read her that well already? Well shit. That was the problem with most guys. They didn't get that. They treated woman like they could be influenced by words and actions forcing them to change their mind... Colby wasn't that girl.<br /><br />Jon lifted his beer to his mouth, the look of surprise on her face was priceless. Well if he wasn't already a Robin Granger of sorts. He wasn't callous like Robin though, Jon could tell a strong mind anywhere and Colby had it. She knew exactly what she wanted and when she'd have it. His eyes took a short dive to her hooded sweater, she some seriously nice breasts swelling under there. <span style="font-style:italic;">Shit.</span><br /><br />"Top of the class for that one, very good. So I guess this means you will just have to wait and see what I've decided huh?" she asked picking up her fork when the two large platters of food were brought in. She'd already decided back at the bar that she needed to see exactly what was under that shirt and what he tasted like.<br /><br />"I guess so," he handed her the small china plate to put some food on. He kept trying to read her, her smiles that were matched by the not so innocent gleam in her eyes. He was going to get lucky tonight.<br /><br />She speared a piece of pork on her fork and took a bite. "So why the move to London? Away from your family and all?" assuming he lived somewhere in the States.<br /><br />"Yeah," he began he scraped some chicken across his plate. He wasn't usually in the business of the spilling his personal issues out to anyone, especially those he had just met. "Well I took the acting job because I wanted a lead role and this was a perfect job really, plus it got me away from my wife. Now ex-wife."<br /><br />Colby's eyes widened, ouch. "Jon I'm sorry." She shook her head, "No I'm not sorry, I apologize. You don't need my pity. Things happen in life for reasons, even though sometimes that's hard to believe when the most unbelievably shitty thing happens." No wonder he looked a little rough around the edges. Colby bet her last dollar that if he wasn't acting he wouldn't have looked so clean cut right now. The worry and stress dug deep around his eyes.<br /><br />"It's ok, it's over. Time to move on, things to do," he took a mouthful of the lemon chicken. Hell, he hadn't expected to even tell her quite that much.<br /><br />His face shut off. This conversation was over. "So how long do you intend to be in London?" Ok so now she was looking at a man on the rebound. She wasn't stupid. She could read it all over his face and his intentions were less than subtle. What rock star in their right mind came onto a random girl in a bar? One that wanted to get laid. Suited her, she was never interested in more than a fling so this was perfect, no strings. Just the way she liked it.<br /><br />"Three months." And already the three months here was looking more promising than an hour ago.<br /><br />"Know many people here?"<br /><br />He shook his head and waved his fork in the air "No, just the cast and crew of the movie. A few of my musical contacts are here so I'll probably contact them eventually I guess."<br /><br />Colby twisted her fork around the noodles before sucking them into her mouth "Well if you want someone to do sightseeing and things, I could be tempted," she dabbed her lips with her fingers before licking them.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">That's just not right</span>. The woman's just eating Chinese, get a fucking grip of yourself. "Depends on how tonight goes," he winked at her before looking back down at her plate. If she could be cocky so could he.<br /><br />Colby chuckled, the flash of silver caught in the light beneath his shirt. And so did the vision of it dragging over her body. She shifted in her seat. "So you're saying if you don't get lucky you won't come back for more" she asked holding her fork in the air.<br /><br />"No, I'm saying that if you're good I'll come back for more" He wasn't that much of an asshole.<br /><br />She laughed picking up her serviette "You are something else Mr Bongiovi." They ate in a comfortable silence until the meal finished.<br /><br />Jon leaned back and placed his palms on the table. "So I'm going to go and pay and then you're going to decide what we do next," he pulled his leather wallet from his pocket and slid from the booth.<br /><br />And there it was. <span style="font-style:italic;">Ass-tastic</span> jeans walking away from her. She bit down on her lip. Good fuck. She was really going to do this? What was wrong with her? She'd never questioned her instinct before. But she'd never met someone like him either. She gathered up her things and threw her bag over her shoulder to wait for him by the door.Super_Kiwihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18000771355101318462noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893148483614471275.post-25528808226089778952009-01-12T04:35:00.004-05:002009-01-12T04:55:31.474-05:00Chapter One<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaB5EXRQ19Wyqen2Gna22fC0M1wcQ3Tg-8DMOBLxCRHcLGksKh4M_57QTT1ZI42GGUaPNSrqaCUmaqyB2IJXw8b-hkG8g-ThalkXnzFClvAAPIICP2sbaH7ve4u_WvESUMWYnM6s1d_6X_/s1600-h/DA-MoviSet-Cig.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaB5EXRQ19Wyqen2Gna22fC0M1wcQ3Tg-8DMOBLxCRHcLGksKh4M_57QTT1ZI42GGUaPNSrqaCUmaqyB2IJXw8b-hkG8g-ThalkXnzFClvAAPIICP2sbaH7ve4u_WvESUMWYnM6s1d_6X_/s320/DA-MoviSet-Cig.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290341959733773426" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">"Another one sir?" the barman asked him. Jon looked down at his glass which had long been empty. He nodded and flicked his fingers out signaling for the same again. Jack-<span style="">Straight up.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">He propped his elbows on the cool wood counter and wished he could dig in and take out the pounding in his head. Man what a week it had been. Hours of rehearsals. Finally he had a lead role in a movie he could sink his teeth into. <span style=""> </span>This was London, miles away from bitter arguments and shit slinging matches. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">"Tough day?" Jon looked up watching the copper liquid inch up into his glass again as the barman refilled his glass.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">He leaned back and scratched his head "Nah, it was alright. Have just started filming on a movie so it's been a bit of an adjustment for me. But good" he tipped the glass to his lips letting the whiskey slide down his throat and burn his belly.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">The barman grinned "You're that Bon Jovi fella, aren't you?" his cheerful British accent not so quiet anymore.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">"Yeah, that's me" he said cringing when a couple of people looked his way. Smiling he politely nodded and swung himself back around. Thankfully they soon all went back to their business. He let a deep breath out and sighed. The Leading man had started production with a small indie film company, it was new and he was excited to be trying to prove himself on a different stage. He knew the rock star stage inside out so it was time to give this a shot. <span style=""> </span>He’d been looking for something more in his life, and that’s when the acting bug bit him a few years ago. When the London gig came up it couldn't have been at a better time. Three months away from home.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Three months away from her.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">"Just started filming this week" he offered the barman tilting his glass towards him swirling the liquid at the bottom.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">The plotline couldn't really be a better fit for him right now. Bitter off his separation, His character was a ruthless womanizer who got what he wanted. He fiddled with his ring finger rubbing absently where his wedding ring once was. <span style=""> </span>He was getting used to the idea of being separated. He was a free man now."Great, how long you over here for?" the bartender easily towered over the bar, with a broad smiling face framed by short dark cropped hair. He stood leaning, polishing a glass using the dish towel that was slung over his shoulder.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Jon sat back and ran his thumb and forefinger around the rim of the glass."Three months.<span style=""> </span>He had no idea what he was going to in the downtime. Always planning and always thinking in advance he hadn't thought about anything past the movie and the possibly starting to write his own solo record here.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">"Well a lot of sightseeing to be done in the city if you've never been here before, nightlife is good too" he added clanging a glass in the rack of clean ones. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Jon shrugged "A few of the cast and crew mentioned some day trips on our days off..." <o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">"Some nice girls around the place if that's what you're looking for" his gaze falling to Jon's wedding finger. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Jon chuckled and took a long sip of the whiskey.<span style=""> </span>He waggled his brows as a knowing smirk curled at the corner of his mouth. No way was he ready to step into the complicated web of a relationship again. <span style=""> </span>Could he find a woman that was interesting enough to find the energy to bed and have no strings attached with that? It was really all he’d be interested in at this moment. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Jon finished his drink and pulled out a couple of notes pushing them the bartender’s way. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">"All done for the night, then?" <o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">"Yeah” Jon looked around the bar, packed with a mix of blue and white collars “you’ll probably see me back. Nice place you’ve got here” Somewhere he could blend in unnoticed. He tugged the collar of his leather jacket up and was about to slide off his stool when a woman pulled up to the bar.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">"Same as usual Dan." She slapped a note onto the bar, scraping her hair back into a complicated knot only women seemed to know how to do. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">"Boddington's coming right up, Ms. Henderson." He winked, grabbing a half pint glass and pulling her a beer.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">She laughed, crossing one leg over the other. "Ms Henderson? What is the Queen in here or something, Dan? Grow some manners since I saw you last?" she teased leaning forward.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><span style=""> </span>Jon's eyes drifted down her body. The navy blue hoodie she had on clung to her body with jeans that he was sure would be ass complimentary if she hadn’t sat down so quickly. Boots on her feet made his brow arch, but they looked well worn. Her Northern American accent was rich with a British twist.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">"We've got rock royalty in our midst." The man now known as Dan tipped his head towards Jon. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Jon winced and smiled graciously "I wouldn't go that far." When Dan went to take her money Jon put his bill down on top, "allow me." <o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">She looked up, meeting his gaze. <span style=""> </span>The startling blue of her eyes made him stare a little longer than he intended to. Shit, she was striking. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">"Not necessary, but thank you." She smiled and he watched the realization hit. Ahh she knew who he was. She took a long draw from her glass before grinning again. "So tell me what a rock star is doing in the Ruptured Duck on a Sunday night?" her full lips curled into a smile. The bottom one looked way more supple that the top. Fuck.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">"Just having a quiet drink. I was just telling Dan here I'm in town for a few months working on a movie." He sat back down and Dan, without being told, poured him another whiskey. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">She lifted her brow. "Film star as well? Aren’t you just full of surprises." <o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Jon pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and swiftly lit it. "I do aim to please," he said, offering her the packet.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">"Thanks but no thanks.” She held up her hand, “you can keep the cancer sticks to yourself." He blew a plume of blue smoke to the side. "You know my first name," he smirked, “it’s only fair.” <span style=""> </span>She held herself with a confidence that was unsettling but intriguing at the same time. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">"I tell you what; if you can guess it I'll buy you dinner, up for that?" <span style=""> </span>Her lashes lowered as she brought the drink to her mouth, savoring the taste by licking her lips.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Jon chuckled "Ok, you're on." Dan rolled his eyes and turned around to serve some other customers. Jon leaned forward, close to her ear. "How about we take it one more. I guess within five tries and I get to take you home tonight." His cock twitched at the thought of those thighs wrapped around him. Would it be hard and hot? Or cool like here. Her body looked made for it, he'd bet his life under those sweats was a figure to kill for and the gleam in her eye suggested she was up for it.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">"Ok, hot shot. You've got yourself a deal." She laughed taking another drink from her beer, before licking the foam left on her lips. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Jon groaned and shifted in his seat. The fire had been lit, he was taking her home one way or another tonight.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">~<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Colby shook her head.<span style=""> </span>Who was this guy? Apart from being insanely attractive, of course. She wasn’t sure it was TV or a magazine where she'd last seen him, but it did not do him justice. And didn't he used to have longer hair? <o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">His thick leather jacket, which was the genuine article, hung on his body over a tight white thermal molded to his flat belly and abs. <i>Jesus</i>. The blue jeans could have belonged to anyone, but the pointed boots were money, she’d bet a week’s worth of glass on that. The glint of a silver bracelet caught in the overhead light when he rubbed his chin with two fingers. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">But it was the eyes that got her. Sweet Mercy, baby blue's that rivaled the deepest cobalt glass she had stored in her workshop. He was clean shaven, with prominent cheek bones and spiked honey brown hair that she itched to get a hold of.<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>She deserved a break. Hell what was better than an out of Towner that was willingly to tale a sweaty tumble in the sheets for a few hours?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">And so cocky, she loved it. She could match it word for word. "So, my maybe lover…What's your guess?" she asked swinging her body around to face him. The lights dimmed in the bar as they always did around eight, but the intensity of those eyes didn't.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">He paused, scratched the underside of his chin with his index finger, “Tiffany."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Colby let a snort rip. "God no. One chance gone from getting lucky tonight." When Dan shook his head at her, she only smiled wider. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">She watched Jon slowly drag from his cigarette again. "Isabella?" he asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">"Noooo," she laughed. He'd never get it. Not in a hundred years. It was too bad, she'd already imagined tugging the leather jacket off and lifting up that tight thermal to see what was underneath. <span style=""> </span>Furry or smooth? Hmm…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">"Ok ok, three to go I can do this." He popped his knuckles and rubbed his hands together."Melissa?"<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">She shook her head, "Sorry cowboy." <span style=""> </span>She leaned back and looked around the bar, it was pretty quiet tonight but Sunday's usually were. She had a crap load of work to do tomorrow so a quiet night was all good. Unless of course handsome here got lucky. <span style=""> </span>Horizontal tango wasn’t out of the question here, the idea of him was appealing. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">"Damn it," he brought thumb to his lips. "How about a hint?"<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">"I'm not sure that's in the rules." She flattened her palms on her thighs. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">"Donna?" he asked before holding his hand up "No no, I withdraw that one" he rubbed his fingers across his lips. Her eyes dropped to his hands, again to his face. <i style="">Good fuck, was he trying to kill her?<o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">"Well while you contemplate I'm going to the ladies." She pointed at Dan. "And if you tell him, I'll kill you." Wandering off, she took care of business then washed up and straightened herself in the mirror. She blew back a cooper streak that was falling in her face before examining her face closer in the mirror. "God that heat is just drying you out isn't it?" she asked out loud looking at the llines that seemed deeper all of a sudden. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">She went to pull out her bag but remembered she left it at the bar. "Damn,” she swiped at her face and dropped her hands in disgust. “Oh well, he's just going to have to get what he gets." She tucked her hair behind her ears before heading back into the bar. Dan had poured her a new beer. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">"So, got anymore ideas then, Jon?" she asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">"I'm thinking on it. So tell me at least what you do with yourself when you're not in bars, hitting on rock stars?" he asked, a sly smirk on his face.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">She bit her lip. Had he just accused her of hitting on him? <i style="">Right. He'll keep.</i> "Well, if it's not rock stars I usually go for actors.” She leaned back and twirled a stray hair around her pinkie. <span style=""> </span>But hey guess I'm lucky in your case since well…Two for the price of one?" she watched in amusement the creases at the corner of his eyes when he laughed. <span style=""> </span>She curled her fingers her palm as her eyes rested on the opening of his shirt. She wanted to drag her nails down that, followed by her teeth."I'm a glass blower."<span style=""> </span>Jon lifted his brow “I make glass jewelry and vases.” <i style="">And naughty things</i>. She was proud of her career and the best part was when she told people the obvious surprise in their faces. And this was no exception. His eyes widened.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">"Wow, I did not expect that." He looked down at his glass before then back at her and snapped his fingers. "Colby...Colby Henderson, Liberty Glass."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Colby had to grab onto the side of the bar, the rush of surprise knocking her off balance. <i style="">He knew her?</i> "Uh, yeah." She shook her head, disbelief still rattling her. "You know me? My work?" <i style="">He couldn't. Why would an American rock star know who she was?<o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">He chuckled "Told you I'd guess. It just so happens I was looking around town yesterday and saw some of your work in a store. It just came to me." The knowing grin on his face had her suspicious. He’d seriously seen it?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Something wasn't quite right. "What shop?" she asked. There were only a few shops in the United Kingdom that stocked her work. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">"God, I can't remember now. But it's you, right?"<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">"Son of a – yes it's me." <i style="">Well shit.</i> She didn't expect that at all. She wasn't sure if she was impressed or worried that she would have to carry out the bet. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">"It's ok Colby, how about I buy you dinner then you can decide whether anything happens afterwards?" The delight in his eyes was almost insane. She could handle guys, hell she could wrangle them most of the time, but he was something else. Something beneath cobalt eyes was dark and mysterious. She couldn't pick if it was just arrogance or he was playing her. But one way or another she'd find out. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">~<o:p></o:p></span></p>Super_Kiwihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18000771355101318462noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893148483614471275.post-46646144224399891552008-12-28T20:00:00.001-05:002009-01-01T22:56:08.707-05:00Colby & Jon<span style="font-style:italic;">Coming Soon.</span><br /><br />Welcome to the world of Colby Henderson and Jon Bon Jovi. This story was conceived in the National Novel Writing Month of November where my task was to write a 50,000 word novel all in one month. And this is what happened ;)<br /><br />You're getting the edited version of course. <br /><br />Era: Destination Anywhere<br /><br />Characters : Colby Henderson & Jon Bon Jovi<br /><br />Set: London, United Kingdom when Jon was there to film. "The Leading Man"<br /><br />Theme: Erotic Romance. NC-17, Adult situations and hopefully a lot of fun.Super_Kiwihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18000771355101318462noreply@blogger.com7