Chapter Two

Jon handed a bunch of bills to the driver and waved him back, “its ok. I know the way.” It was good to be back in St Barts, His flip flops popped as he made his way down the overgrown path. He’d come out here a couple of times, once before Lily and once with the band in the last year and decided, they just had to come here for a getaway. It was perfect, and so was the little house nestled in the heart of seclusion. He rounded the bend and smiled as it came into view, he liked that it was modest but not overbearing like some of the villas he’d checked out. It was cheerful, tidy and happened to be growing ocean in its own front yard.

Christmas had been great with the kids, Dot had let him have them the majority of the day with his Mom and Dad, and he’d really appreciated the time with Jesse and Steph. He’d missed Lily like crazy the past month, and was surprised to learn according to those around him how grouchy he was, until he’d heard from her. It was like an itch every time he text or emailed her, and it didn’t go away until the beep of his phone, or chime of his email in reply.

God he was pathetic.

They had done well through the year, with various trips, but there were never long enough, whether it was one, two or three weeks. It was becoming increasingly obvious he wanted to be around her fulltime. But that was for later, right now he wanted to enjoy his woman and take a load off. The wooden porch creaked as he moved slowly across it, he could make light humming coming from just inside. He set his bag down slowly and kept the bouquet of tropical flowers wound in his hand tightly. He peered around and his brow shot up, there she was standing at the kitchen with her back to him, carefully chopping up some fruit.

He was tempted to stand and watch as she hummed a sweet little tune and was lost in her own little world, but he was a man. His eyes ran up her creamy tanned legs to her perfect ass, shaped in the black bikini bottoms he’d picked out for her. Her golden hair tumbled down around her shoulders, above where the tie to the top half, dripped down her lower back. He flexed his fingers and slipped off his flips, moving slowly across the room. Curves and skin were not helping the need that was bubbling inside of him.

Now he could smell her, a tropical seduction of coconuts and mangoes filled the air, along with the sweetness that was Lily. She popped a piece of pineapple in her mouth and at he leaned in close. “Got some for me?”

He leapt back as she screamed and the knife she was skittered across the room. He held up his hands as she whirled around, ready to attack. “Woah, it’s just me babe...”

“Jon! You scared me shitless!” Her eyes were big and blue as she flung her arms around his neck.

He wrapped her tight within his arms and held the moment. The smell of her mixed with sea air and the far away calls of gulls made him want to lose himself in her.

“I wanted to surprise you, good thing you threw that knife. Little John may have not come out and play at all,” he snorted and dipped down silencing them both with a long kiss.

The sweet flavor of her poured through him, filled him whole. She tasted like pineapple and the beach, this is what he had missed, and this is what he had needed.
Her hands inched up into his hair, her nails dragging against his scalp. He lifted her up, resting her on the edge of the counter and wrapped her legs around his waist.

“I need you LJ,” he caught her lip in his teeth and gently tugged. His fingers smoothed up her arms to her neck, and he cupped her face taking the kiss even deeper. She moaned and he swallowed, letting his tongue taste every inch of her mouth. He growled when she arched, feeling the tips of her nipples dig through his tee. He wound his fingers up to her neck and found the tie, peeling back black silk to reveal her breast. He hungrily took one in his mouth, bobbing the sweet tip between his teeth as she cried out against him.

He felt her break, and he followed as the race to shed clothes had begun. He filled his hands with her ass and carried her towards the bedroom, but they made it just to the wall. “Now, can’t-wait.” Her cheeks had flushed and her eyes had turned wild as the sea. His cock, hard as fucking cement needed to be inside her, deep.

She panted, her breath hitched as he pressed her against the wall and poured himself into her. He was surprised how much the ache of missing her was driving him to animal instincts. The ache of missing her had been too much, he wanted to mark her and he needed to show her, she was his, and he was hers. He cupped her hips and held her gaze, moments from plunging inside her.

Her hair was mussed, her lips pink and swollen and her eyes bluer than the deepest night, she was beautiful. His gaze rested on her lips, and the rapid rise of his heart drummed in his ears. He needed to take and he wanted her to take as he plunged inside of her.

She cried out and he grunted, as she fisted around him. The slap of skin against wall filled the room, but he was too wrapped up in her. Velvety skin now slicked with sweat against his own as he slammed into her. Her legs wound tighter and he grabbed her hands, linking his own through hers, pinning them at the level of her eyes.

Words were lost, only actions mattered as they rode through one orgasm and quickly into the next. He buried his nose into her neck and when she clamped around him he bit down as she screamed his name through the room. They tumbled from wall to bedroom, but hit the floor beside the bed. She locked her knees at his waist and clutched his chest as she rode him home.

“More, I need more.” Her hair hung in sweaty ropes as she rolled into him.

“Christ, LJ...” He muttered, clutching the floor rug in his hands, her breasts bouncing with every move. Sweat poured from her temples, and skin mashed with his. White noise exploded as they joined and he yelled until he was hoarse. When he opened his eyes, she was lying limp against his chest gasping for breath. He stroked her hair, and pressed a kiss against her forehead. He was finally home, where he belonged. His brain was fried, fuck, he hadn’t been that desperate to get his pants off in a long time.

“Jon?”

“Oh good, I am still alive. I feel like I’ve been abused.”

She chuckled against his chest, “is your back ok? You landed pretty hard.”

He laughed, “It was worth it, anytime you want to push me around like that, just say the word darlin.” He pulled her in close and took the moment. His back would hurt like fuck when he finally peeled himself off the hardwood floor.

“I’ve missed you, “ she sighed as she evened out on top of him.

“New rule, no not seeing each other for more than thirty days, or we’re likely to kill each other.” He lifted himself up with her but held her when she went to get up. She smiled and tucked his hair behind his ears.

“Deal.” They met in a slow healing kiss, and he scooped them both up off the floor.

“So you like the place?” He grabbed the pink robe and helped her slip into it, grinning when it was completely see through. “Matches your nipples.”

She flicked him and tied the waist tight, “yes I do. I love this place, how in the
world did you find it?”

“Does the great Houdini reveal his secrets?”

Lily raised her eye brow, “does the great Houdini give his woman the flowers he brought her?”

Jon turned and realized the bunch had been scattered across the room when he scared her, “wait one second.” He found the bunch, amazingly in one piece. “For you,” he held them out to her.

“Ohh frangapanis,” she buried her nose deep into the bouquet.

“Franga-whats?”

She laughed and quickly found them some water, “its ok you’re not supposed to know that sort of thing. Just that they look and smell pretty and that they make me happy.”

He tugged on his board shorts and opened the fridge, “wow, when I asked for well stocked...looks like we won’t ever have to leave,” he waggled his brows with a lopsided grin. He plucked out a bottle of white and lifted a glass off the rack.

“I tell you what LJ, I am so glad to be here, with you and away from the world outside. I’m exhausted.” He topped her glass up and took a long sip. “Seriously, I plan to have a lot of sex, sleep and lie on that beach out there,” he motioned with his glass.

She laughed as she took her own glass, “is that so? Who says you’ll get a lot of sex, hmm?” She smirked as she took a sip, god love her.

“Oh, yea. Like you’ll resist after that little indecent display. Good luck with that LJ.” He winked and finished the glass. She propped hers down and wrapped her arms loosely around his waist.

“I can’t stop touching you,” she kissed his chest and he pulled her in closer for a hug. “It’s –“she stopped, but Jon knew what she was going to say. She wasn’t the overly mushy type, and neither was he, but the distance had proven something, which was that the more they were apart, the more that they couldn’t stand it.

“Feeling’s mutual,” he twisted the tie and let the robe float to the ground.