Chapter 89

Brianna pulled into her usual spot in front of the house. Glancing around as she opened the back door of her car, she noticed Copper didn't come running like he usually did, and Jon's car wasn't visible. Unless it was in the garage, it looked like they weren't home yet.

Good.

Using the key Jon had given her months ago, she let herself in and turned off the alarm.

"Woof!" Copper trotted into the foyer, tail wagging furiously when he saw her.

"Some guard dog you are Copper. I got the alarm off before you even got close to me." She bent to pet his head and thump his side. "You stay in here while I unload my car, okay? I don't want to have to clean up wet paw prints."

"Woof!"

Whether Copper understood her or not, he did stay inside the house, content to watch her as she moved back and forth between her car and the foyer.

After taking off her boots and hanging up her coat, Brianna took the presents she'd brought and placed them under the tree in the living room. She turned on the tree lights and the fireplace before returning to the foyer to pick up her suitcase and take it upstairs.

In her bedroom, she opened her bag, started to undress, then paused. An idea popped into her head and she went to search through Jon's closet. Finding what she was looking for, she returned to her room to change, praying that Linda had followed through with her plan.

Dorothea's sister had called her a few days earlier to talk about the kids spending some time with her family over the holidays. Linda had suggested the twenty-third and had wondered about keeping them overnight. It sounded like a win-win for everyone to Brianna. If Jon and the kids agreed, it would mean Brianna and Jon could have a whole night alone together at the house For their own private Christmas celebration.

But Brianna hadn't talked to Jon about that part of it. She hadn't even told him when she was coming to Red Bank. She wanted to surprise him.....and avoid his smugness at getting his way once again. She hoped she'd parked her car in a spot where he wouldn't see it and give her away.

Studying her reflection in the mirror, she debated, then twisted her hair up and secured it with a clip. If Jon wanted it down - like he usually did - he could remove the clip easily, without pulling her hair out by the roots like he tended to do with pins.

Satisfied, she headed downstairs, where she opened a bottle of wine and took it into the living room. She sat down in the big chair by the fireplace to wait - and pray the kids didn't come running into the room.

Jon pulled into the garage, shut off the car and sighed. He was happy the kids were spending some time with Dorothea's family, but it meant he'd be home alone tonight. He'd debated driving into the city to Brianna's but he was still annoyed that she had such a hard time deciding where she wanted to be for Christmas - or more accurately standing up to her father - and now she was avoiding his phone calls. He hoped he hadn't pushed so hard he'd pushed her away, but he hated seeing her being manipulated and controlled like that. She was a grown woman! He didn't want to make her choose between them, but he agreed with her that the kids exposure to her father's antiquated attitude should be limited until they were old enough to ignore it, which meant they couldn't be all together for the holiday.

He climbed out of the car and started for the house.

Was he wrong to push her? Was it wrong to want them to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas Day together? As a couple? As a family? If they were married.....his mind shied away from that thought. But his heart whispered think about it. He wasn't ready to go there, however. At least not yet.

Entering the house, he hung up his coat and headed for the kitchen. When he passed the doorway to the living room, he noticed the heat emanating from the room and the tree lights out of the corner of his eye.

Jon frowned, thinking back to when they were preparing to leave for Linda's. He distinctly remembered turning offgyhjyyy both the tree and the fireplace. What the hell?

His gaze swept the room as he walked in, noting that only the lamp beside one of the big armchairs by the fireplace was turned on. That armchair was turned to face the fire and on the small table beside it sat a bottle of wine and a glass. As he watched a delicate hand reached for the glass.

"Golden Eyes?" He was afraid to hope.

Brianna set down the glass and stood to face him. "Surprise! Merry Christmas."

His eyes widened as his gaze drifted over her from head to toe. "Holy fuck sugar! Are you trying to kill me?" He looked closer at the men's red button down shirt she wore - the only thing she wore. "Is that my shirt?"

She smiled. "I thought it was.....festive." She looked behind him. "The kids stay at Linda's?"

He nodded and answered absently. "Yeah."

When he didn't move, just stood there staring at her, she raised a brow and crooked a finger. "Aren't you going to join me? The fire's nice and warm and I just opened the wine."

As if in a trance, he walked towards her, drawn by the glowing warmth in both the fireplace and her eyes.

Brianna stepped to the side and motioned for him to sit in the chair she'd vacated. Picking up the glass of wine, she turned, sat on Jon's lap and offered him the glass.

"What's this all about?" While he sipped he ran his free hand over her knee. "Not that I'm not happy to see you, it's just that the last time we talked I didn't think I'd see you until after Christmas. What changed your mind?"

She shrugged. "I just decided that spending Christmas Day where kids get fun gifts and are actually allowed to play with them would be more pleasant than another uptight Wilson family holiday."

"Your dad's not big on kids being kids is he?"

"No. He's firmly in the 'seen but not heard' camp." She frowned. "I often wonder what my grandparents were like. If he was raised that way and that's why he's the way he is."

"You didn't know your grandparents?"

She shook her head. "Not on Father's side. They were both gone before I was born."

"Does he have any siblings?"

"No. Only child."

"Hmmm. So....maybe he's the way he is because he never saw how a family should be."

Brianna shrugged. "Maybe." She took the glass from his hand and sipped and set the glass on the table. Leaning against his chest she traced a finger over his jaw. "Enough about my Father. Tonight's supposed to be about us, not him."

One masculine brow lifted. "Yeah? What did you have in mind?"

"Well," she brushed her lips along the path her finger had made and ran her hands down his chest to tug the hem of his sweater. "First of all, you're over dressed."

Jon chuckled, but leaned forward obligingly to help remove his sweater.  "Better?"

She surveyed his body appraisingly. "It'll do.....for now." She licked and nibbled her way down his neck and over his collar bone. Her hands came up to stroke his firm chest, tugging on the thick fur and teasing his nipples.

Jon's breath shortened and his abs tightened as she continued down his torso, slipping off his lap and nudging his knees apart so that she could reach him easily. When she arrived at his waist with no signs of stopping, his breath stopped completely.

Her fingers made quick work of the button and zipper of his pants. She wasn't the only eager one. As soon as the denim parted his cock rose up to meet her teasing fingers, yearning for her attention. Licking her lips in anticipation, Brianna tugged  on his jeans until he lifted his hips enough for her to slide them off. Sighing in contentment, she settled in to play.

Jon gripped the arms of the chair, wanting to touch her, but unwilling - and unable - to interfere or even look away. The sight of her fingers on his ultra sensitive flesh had him hardening even more, his muscles tensing in preparation for what he hoped was coming next.

Making a loose fist around his cock, Brianna pumped up and down, watching him swell. When moisture appeared in the slit, she couldn't resist and bent her head, her tongue snaking out to taste it. "Mmmm."

Jon groaned at both the sight and feel of her mouth engulfing the swollen head of his cock. Up and down her head bobbed, tongue slithering around his shaft. She didn't suck, just tasted.....and tortured. Releasing him, Brianna bent further to give some attention to his balls. Fingers and lips explored and caressed. 

When she lifted her head again, the glint in her eyes had him bracing for whatever she had planned next.  She reached into the breast pocket of the shirt she wore, pulled something out and put it in her mouth. Before his brain processed what his eyes had seen, Brianna bent once again to take his sac in her mouth.

"Fuck!" His fingers clenched on the chair arms and his hips lifted involuntarily as the vibrator sent shock waves through his nervous system. "Sugar....Jesus fuck!"

Not ready for him to blow just yet, Brianna lifted her head and exhaled a cooling breath over his tingling flesh. But she didn't let him relax for long. After only a few calming breaths, she shifted her attention to the shaft standing tall and eager.

Jon thought the sensation had been intense on his balls, but that was nothing compared to when she ran her tongue - with it's attachment - slowly along the length of his cock. When she swiped across the head he thought his heart was going to explode.  "Jesus!" His hands moved to grip her shoulders.

Up and down, round and round she moved her instrument of torture. Jon shuddered. "Fuck sugar! Please!"

Brianna glanced up at him and winked.  Taking the throbbing tip into her mouth, she rested the vibrator on the spot just below the ridge where the big vein that ran along the underside of his length started.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."

Amused by his agonized chant, Brianna took pity on him.......and sucked.

"FUCK!" Jon shouted as he exploded.

Brianna didn't let up until he'd stopped spurting. Giving the pulsing head one last swipe, she lifted her head and surveyed his flushed face. She removed the vibrator with a grin. "Merry Christmas."

Blue eyes glittered and he gave a breathless bark of laughter. He gripped her arms and tugged until she climbed into his lap again, facing him this time, straddling his legs. His fingers stroked the smooth skin of her thighs while he fought to catch his breath.

Giving him time to recover, Brianna reached out for the wine glass and sipped, trying to ignore the sparks his fingers were creating on her skin - and the fire in her core that was lit by her recent activities. Apparently giving him pleasure got her motor running too.

Calloused fingers drifted up to slowly unbutton her shirt. He didn't remove it, just spread the sides wide open, baring her for his perusal. Studying the vision she presented, he considered, then reached up to pluck the clip from her hair, allowing the freed tresses to tumble down her back in waves of buried fire. "That's better."

Brianna smiled and leaned over to refill the glass before offering it to him. While he sipped it was her turn to explore again. Her hands we're drawn to his chest like moths to a flame. Her fingers flexed into the thick muscle and toyed with the hard nipples. The sound he made was like a growl and it reverberated in her core. Shifting closer, she leaned in to taste the wine on his lips.

Jon set aside the wineglass, wrapped both arms around her and pulled her closer yet, his mouth devouring hers. His hands slid under the shirt, gripped her ass and squeezed.

Brianna moaned and rocked against the rapidly hardening shaft rising between them, her need for relief increasing every second. Her hands slid up to grip his hair and her kiss turned voracious.

Jon lifted his hands to frame her face and broke the kiss, but locked his gaze with hers. "Put me inside you."

Her desire flared both at his words and the gravelly voice in which he said them. Rising up onto her knees, she reached down with one hand to grasp his erection and guide it to her eager opening. Without looking away, she sank down slowly until her body had engulfed his entire length.

Jon watched her face, fascinated at the flow of expressions revealed as he filled her. He kissed her panting mouth. "Ride me Golden Eyes."

The urgent need in his deep whisper had her moving without conscious thought, slowly at first, gradually picking ups speed as the pleasure grew.

"Beautiful, so beautiful." He murmured, watching her body undulate against his.

"Mmmm yes!" Eyes closed, her head fell back, exposing her neck. 

The flickering flames in the fireplace magnified those in the thick mane trailing down her back, luring his fingers to touch. Gripping her shoulders, he bent her back slightly and set his mouth to her throat, tasting his way down to her collarbone, savouring the salty tang of her sweat.

With her movements restricted, Brianna changed tactics and gyrated her hips, girding her pelvis against his. She grinned at Jon's groan, then gasped when his teeth bit down on her tender skin. It was like a match to the wick of her passion, sending it soaring. "Oh! Oh! Yes! JON!"

Any hope Jon had of retaining any staying power evaporated at the sight and feel of this woman coming apart in his arms. With a grunt and another bite, he erupted.

Brianna clutched him close, both their bodies trembling. As she calmed, she collapsed against him.

For several minutes, that sat, sipping wine, watching the flames. Brianna sighed and yawned.

"I agree." Jon grinned and kissed her head. "Bedtime." He helped her stand before rising himself. Together they buttoned up the house for the night and climbed the stairs. When Brianna turned towards her room, he caught her hand and shook his head. "Not tonight Golden Eyes. Tonight, you share my bed."

Realizing there was no reason she shouldn't, Brianna smiled and agreed.