Chapter 73

When the temperature dropped, they moved the party inside the Shoe Inn. As the evening progressed, people took turns playing pool and telling stories from the road - both funny and horrific.

Gradually, everyone started to leave for home. When Dorothea's sisters were ready to go, they said goodbye to Jon, then approached Brianna.

"You guys heading out?" Brianna smiled, but, all things considered, was a little uncomfortable around the sisters.

"Yeah." Linda nodded.

"It was a great party." Colleen added.

"I know the kids and Jon were happy you came." Brianna responded.

"We'll always be here for them." Linda assured her. "Call us whenever we can help."

Colleen glanced from Brianna to Jon and back again. Her eyes filled but she smiled and hugged Brianna. "It's good. You and Jon. It's....right. We know you'll take good care of all of them."

"Oh, but..."

"Don't try to deny it." Linda advised her. "We can see it in the way you look at each other. We hope you're happy together. Just.....don't forget about us."

"Never." Brianna assured her. "You and Donna and your families will always be a part of the kids' lives."

"Thank you. Have a good night."

Brianna watched them go and drew in a ragged breath.

"Everything okay?" Jon murmured from behind her.

"Yeah." Brianna sighed. "Everything's fine. They just gave us the Hurley family's blessing."

"Good. Now we just need to work on the kids.....and your family."

"Mmhmmm."

"Sweetbutt! Pour another round and tell us about Mexico City."

"Shit!" Jon scoffed as he headed for the bar to pour the drinks. "I'd have to have been sober enough to remember it to tell the story."

"I would have thought almost getting your ass kicked in a riot would have sobered you up." Brianna commented dryly. The silence of the room made her look around to find them all staring at her. "What? I'm a fan remember. I've heard the stories. Well, the ones that leaked out anyway."

Southside laughed. "You're screwed Sweetbutt! Can't pretend to be the wholesome pretty boy when they know your delinquent past."

"Like stealing Bubbles the chimp in Tokyo?" Brianna smirked. "Or getting arrested breaking into the ice rink in Central Park?"

Jon's jaw dropped. "You heard about that?"

"Rumours." She grinned. "Then Dot filled me in."

Jon groaned while the rest laughed.

Finally everyone called it a night. Closing the door behind the last of the guests, Jon turned to see Brianna picking up glasses and dishes from around the room. He stepped behind the bar, thankful he put a dishwasher in when he'd built it.

They worked in silence for awhile. A song on the stereo caught Brianna's ear, and she reached to turn it up. Jon looked up and smiled, amused to see her dancing her way around the room while she wiped off tables. The swivel of her hips quickly had his mind focused on dancing of a different type.

Emerging from behind the bar, he caught her around the waist and pulled her against his body. "I've been waiting for this all day."

Brianna looped her arms around his neck and grinned. "You've been waiting to dance with me?"

"Kind of." He dipped his head and captured her mouth with his.  While their tongues explored and dueled, Jon slid his hands down her back to cup around her ass and squeezed.

"Mmmm." Brianna moaned softly and pressed her pelvis harder against his, feeling his cock twitch in response.

When they came up for air, Jon coasted one hand up her torso to cup and massage a firm breast, noting that her chest was already heaving slightly. One finger trailed along the scoop neck of her shirt until he reached the first button in the line that ran from neckline to hem. He toyed with it absently while he contemplated his next move. When it slipped through the hole, his brows rose in surprise. "I thought they were just decoration."

Brianna just smiled and watched his face as he continued to undo buttons. She knew the exact moment the fabric parted to reveal her bra - what there was of it. The red lace demi cups displayed more than covered her lush mounds, and his eyes burned blue fire in appreciation.

"Sweet Jesus!" He managed to choke out.

"Does that mean you like it?" If his eyes didn't, his cock certainly did. She could feel it hard against her pelvis.

"I don't know." He brought both hands up to cup her breasts. "I need to take a closer look before I can decide."

With that, he bent his head to brush his lips over her exposed flesh. His tongue traced along the lacy edge, then dipped underneath to taste the stiff tips. "Mmmmm. Nice."

His thumbs slid under the edge and lifted the plump globes out of their confinement, giving him better access. "Now that's even better."

Fingers stroked while lips and tongue kissed, licked and suckled.

Brianna moaned, her fingers clenched in his hair, holding him close.

As enjoyable as it was, Jon couldn't ignore the thrusting of her hips against his for very long. Raising his head, he leaned back slightly and looked down at her skirt. "Please tell me it's a matching set."

"Not exactly." Brianna admitted. "Same colour, but the bra that matches these panties has openings over the nipples and I didn't want to shock anyone if a cold wind came up.....or you got too close to me." Stifling a grin, she waited to see how long it would take him to clue in to what she was trying to tell him.

He frowned in confusion for several seconds, then an idea struck him and his expression turned hopeful. "Does that mean what I think it does?"

Her nails scraped the back of his neck. "I guess you'll just have to find out for yourself."

Grinning in anticipation, his hands grasped her skirt at her hips and pulled upwards until the material bunched around her waist. One hand reached between her thighs to test his theory. His fingers touched lace surrounding the moist, hot silk that was quintessentially woman.

While he trusted what his fingers were telling him, his eyes wanted verification. Easing her back towards the bar, he gripped her hips and lifted.

The marble top of the bar was cold on her basically bare ass and Brianna gasped. His hands were hot as they nudged her legs apart. Pulling up a stool, he sat and just stared. Brianna's lips twitched. "Do you like what you see?"

He nodded solemnly. He'd put crotchless panties on his top ten list of the world's greatest inventions "It's an invitation I can't refuse."

"Then what's the problem?"

"I can't decide where to start."

Her laugh was choked of when the breath stuck in her throat at the touch of his lips on her most female flesh. He kissed and nuzzled her swelling folds, then licked along her cleft. When he reached her clit, he flicked and rubbed it with his tongue. "Mmmm."

Brianna moaned softly and leaned back on her hands. Looking down, she watched his face as he watched his fingers stroking and exploring the same flesh he just tasted.

Sensing her gaze, Jon glanced up. When his eyes locked with hers, he winked and went back to his feast. Using both fingers and mouth, he built her passion up to fever pitch with her sighs, moans and cries urging him on.

Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, his lips enveloped her clit and he suckled with such finesse she actually saw stars behind her eyelids when her orgasm finally exploded. "Oooh yes. Yes. Yes. Yes! YES! JON!"

He continued to lap, like a cat enjoying his cream, until her spasms subsided. More than anything, he wanted to thrust his aching cock inside her and find his own bliss, but he knew if he did, it would be over in seconds. If he didn't want to go off like a virgin with his first girl, he needed a breather.

Standing was painful as denim scraped against sensitive flesh, and he quickly opened his pants, releasing his erection from its confinement. Seeing Brianna still reclined on the bar, face flushed, eyes closed, struggling to regain her breath, didn't help his situation and he spun around and walked over to the pool table, stripping off his t-shirt as he went. After taking a few deep breaths, he turned around and found her watching him.  Crooking a finger, he motioned her towards him, unsurprised when one brow rose in response to his silent command. She disliked orders.

Mentally reviewing her options, Brianna slowly sat up and slid off the bar. She'd been stunned when he'd walked away from her - especially when he was so obviously aroused, but she had been too busy trying to breathe to question him. It rankled. As much as she enjoyed his oral skills, she wanted more. Nothing was as satisfying as the feel of him deep inside her. Now it looked like he wanted to taunt her first. Well two can play that game sweetheart!

She sauntered over to the end of the pool table. Picking up a cue, she ran her fingers back and forth along the smooth wood while she walked slowly towards him, her eyes roaming over his exposed flesh.

Even though her actions appeared casual and unplanned, Jon had no doubt she knew exactly what she was doing. His lips - among other body parts - twitched at her performance.

Brianna stopped a few feet away and faced the table. Surveying the balls scattered on the felt surface, she contemplated her shot. "So. Read any good books lately?"

He snorted. When she bent over and slid the cue between her fingers more times than anyone would need to prepare to take a shot, he growled. "Do you know what happens to cockteases?"

The sultry sidelong glance she sent him brought him nearly to the brink. Damn woman! One look from her and all his lustful plans went up in the smoke of their mutual desire. His only thought was to get inside her and fast. Which was fine sometimes, but he couldn't let her think she ran the show all the time. He needed to regain control of the situation.

Stepping behind her, he placed one hand on her back to keep her bent over, the other pushed up her skirt from where it had slipped down to once again expose her lower body. He ran his hand over the basically bare curves of her ass, enjoying the feel of her smooth, creamy flesh.

Then he lifted his hand. "They get spanked."

Brianna gave a startled cry at the sting of his palm striking her. "Hey!"

His hand descended again, leaving a matching mark on the other cheek. Leaning over until his lips could reach her ear, he whispered. "Then they get fucked."

That was the only warning she had. One thrust buried him to the hilt. She gasped. "Oh!" Turning her head to look at him, she grinned. "About time. I wondered when you were going to get around to it."

"Brat!" Straightening, he spanked her again. Both hands settled on her hips to hold her steady for his repeated penetrations of her lush body. His thrusts were slow and deep. Glancing down, his gaze locked on where their bodies joined, riveted by the sight of his cock, glistening with her juices, sliding in and out of her body.

Arms braced on the table, Brianna dropped her head down, closed her eyes and rocked back against him, savouring the sensations radiating through her body. She'd heard fans describe Jon as 'sex on legs'. Now she could confirm - with great authority - that they were right. For all his arrogance, he knew how to pleasure a woman he cared about. "More babe. I need more!" She pushed back harder and rotated her hips to make her point clear.

Jon was happy to oblige. His hips moved in counterpoint to hers, thrusting faster and faster. All thoughts of keeping it slow and gentle disappeared. His whole body was focused on reaching the pinnacle of pleasure that came closer with every movement. Part of his brain also realized that she wasn't quite there yet and he wanted her with him. So he took steps to make it happen, reaching around her to fill his hands with her female flesh. One cupped a breast, massaging and pulling on her nipple, the other curling around her mound, his finger sliding into her cleft so that it rubbed her clit with her every movement.

Her reaction was immediate....and vocal. "Oh! Yes! Mmmmm. Oh God! Yes! Right there....right there. Mmmm. Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" She threw her head back as her orgasm burst. "YES!"

Feeling her channel clench around his cock, Jon groaned and let go, riding her wave to ecstasy. He wrapped his arms around her and held on tight as the spasms shook their bodies.

When he could speak again, he kissed her neck. "Sleep with me tonight Golden Eyes."

She frowned. "I just did."

"No, I mean actually sleep. In a bed. With me. I want to hold you, go to sleep with you in my arms and wake up the same way."

The temptation was very strong, but.... "Babe, I want that too, but you know how I feel about that with the kids in the house."

"I know and I agree with you. But what about if it wasn't in the house?"

She glanced around the room. "Here?" There were a couple couches, but it wouldn't be very comfortable.

Her chuckled and hugged her. "No, silly. The guest house."

Brianna considered that for a moment. She was still concerned that the kids could come looking for them, but they both were early risers.......and she really wanted to cuddle with him for awhile. Temptation won out over conscience. "That might work."

Jon stepped back, pulled up and fastened his pants and grabbed her hand. "Come on." He didn't want to give her time to change her mind.

"Wait!" She tugged her hand free and pulled the sides of her shirt together and fastened a couple buttons. When he raised a brow, she shrugged. "It's cold out."

He thought about that for a moment, then looked around for his t-shirt and pulled it on. Taking her hand again, he led her out the door and down the driveway. Opening the door to the guest house, he flipped on the light and stepped aside to let her enter first.

Brianna had been in the guest house a couple times, so she knew the layout. She led the way to the bedroom, stopping when she saw the baby monitor on the night table. "What's this?"

"I figured you would worry about the kids needing us and us not being in the house to hear them, so I brought it out. The ones in both Jake and Romeo's rooms are on the same frequency."

"Pretty sure you were going to be able to talk me into staying here, weren't you?"

He'd been married too long to fall for that one. "Hopeful." He corrected her.

She snorted, but let it go and headed for the bathroom, not surprised to see her toiletries on the counter beside the sink. Her man had planned well.

When she returned to the bedroom, she found Jon already in bed, his eyes closed. So much for cuddling. Sighing, she set her clothes on a chair and crawled in beside him. She turned off the light and settled onto her side facing the edge of the bed.

Jon rolled towards her, slid his arm over her waist and snuggled against her back. He kissed her neck. "Night sugar." With a contented sigh, he drifted off to sleep.

Brianna laid her arm over his and followed.