Lori watched the happy couple sitting....almost cuddling....on the opposite side of the table from her, their pleasure in each other’s nearness clearly visible and waited for her opportunity.
It came when Veronica rose to visit the ladies’ room. As soon as she was out of sight, Lori, Naomi and Tricia all leaned towards Jon who eyed them warily.
“What are your intentions towards our girl?” Lori spoke for the group.
Feeling like a teenager facing down his girl’s family, knowing he couldn’t tell them to mind their own business, he chose his words carefully. “Purely honorable I assure you.” He smiled slightly at their skeptical looks. “You can pull your horns in ladies. I love her. I only want to make her happy.”
“So this is serious then? For you I mean.” Tricia asked.
“As serious as it gets. I let her go once. Now that I’ve got her back, I’m never letting her go again.”
“Does she know that?”
Jon frowned. She knows how I feel – or she should...shouldn’t she?
“It might go easier for you if she knows how....committed....you are.”
Jon understood what they were saying, but that was between him and Ronnie. But he wanted to reassure them. “If she doesn’t she will very soon.”
They studied his face for a long moment, glanced at each other, then nodded, satisfied.
Veronica returned to the table. “What’s going on?” It looked like she’d walked into the middle of something heavy.
Jon smiled at her. “Just talking.”
“Uh huh.” She eyed her friends, who just looked back at her with innocent expressions. A new song – a slow one - distracted her and she reached for Jon’s hand. “I love this song. Come dance with me.”
While they circled the dance floor, Veronica glanced up at him. “Were the girls giving you a hard time?”
“No, they’re just looking out for you.”
“Uh huh.” She grimaced. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. They’re just doing what any family would do.” He hugged her closer. “You can never have too many people that care about you.”
“Hmmpf!” She laid her head on his shoulder and melted into his arms. “But they can be a pain in the ass.”
Jon chuckled. “Yes, they can.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Can we get out of here soon?”
Veronica lifted her head and smiled into his eyes, noting the heat and hunger there. “Yes.” He wasn’t the only one that was hungry.
They returned to the table to find Lori, Naomi and Tricia huddled together, deep in discussion.
“We’re going to head out.” Veronica had to repeat herself before she got her friends attention.
“Okay. See you later. Have a nice night.” Lori replied.
“Plan to.” Jon winked.
The girls laughed, but his special one swatted his arm. “Jon!”
“Don’t worry sugar, I’ll make sure you enjoy it too.”
Veronica felt her face flame, but wasn’t sure she wanted to get into a war of words with him tonight. Besides... “I’m going to hold you to that.”
“You can hold me any way you like.”
“Then let’s get somewhere private.”
With one last wave to the girls, they headed for the door. Lori watched them go, then turned back to her friends and they continued to plan.
In the cab on the way to her apartment, it was all Veronica could do to keep her hands off of him. And she wasn’t completely successful. But she did manage to limit herself to sitting close beside him and resting her head on his shoulder and her hand on his thigh. It didn’t stay there though.
Jon grabbed the hand sliding up his leg before she grabbed him. “Sugar, you need to stop before I embarrass myself and the driver!” He brushed his lips over her ear. “Hang on, we’re almost there.”
The sound of the apartment door closing behind Jon was like a starter’s pistol going off, releasing the runners from their blocks. Veronica barely had time to set down her purse and keys before Jon was on her.
They bounced off the walls of the hallway to her bedroom, mouths mating, tongues stabbing deeply, hands pulling at clothes, desperate to feel the skin underneath. By the time they made into Veronica’s bedroom and the back of her legs hit the bed, they were naked.
Jon lifted her onto the bed, came over her and immediately penetrated her. Fast and deep. He froze at the tensing of her body and the scream that echoed in his ears, afraid he’d hurt her. But the moistness that eased his possession and the ripples of her hot sheath clutching him assured him what she was feeling was anything put pain.
“No, I told you before...it’s Johnny.” The words were ground out between clenched teeth.
Veronica’s breathless laugh was cut off by a deep groan as Jon started to move. He started with long slow thrusts, but quickly picked up speed. Veronica lifted her legs and wound them around his waist, opening her more, allowing him to sink even deeper inside her.
Wave after wave of sensation washed over her, stripping away all awareness of everything except him and his hard flesh sliding in and out of her throbbing, pulsating body.
She lost track of how many orgasms he brought her to, or maybe it was just one long, never ending one. Either way, the feelings were so incredibly intense and mind blowing, she thought she might pass out. If she could have thought coherently she might have wondered how this one man could bring her so much pleasure, more than any other man she’d ever been with. But she couldn’t think, she could only feel. So she clung to him and enjoyed the ride.
Jon couldn’t seem to get enough of the responsive, writhing woman wrapped around him. No matter how many times, or how hard or how fast he thrust into her, striving for that pinnacle of pleasure, he couldn’t seem to reach it. For a few minutes he feared something was wrong and he wouldn’t be able to find his release. But when her nails raked down his back and her body fisted around him in yet another orgasm, it was finally enough and he broke, his own climax spurting in hot jets deep inside her until he was empty.
Rolling off of her, still panting he stared at the ceiling. “Fuck I missed you!”
“Missed me or missed the sex?” She didn’t have the strength to even open her eyes.
He turned his head and frowned at her. “You and I don’t ‘have sex’....we make love.” A sliver of amethyst glittered at him as she cracked open one eye, the ebony brow above it arching skeptically. He smirked. “Okay, sometimes we have sex.” He thought about the past half hour. “And okay, maybe that was more sex than lovemaking, but it doesn’t mean there wasn’t feeling involved.”
“I know.” She shivered. “Fantastic, spectacular feeling.”
Smirk widened into grin and he turned onto his side to caress her stomach with his fingers. “If you move in with me you can have that whenever you want.”
Her hand covered his and she was silent for a long minute. “What if we can’t make it work?”
“We can. We will.”
“But what if we can’t?”
Jon sighed. “Nica, you can’t live your life constantly looking over your shoulder, waiting for something bad to happen. You miss too much of the good stuff that way.” He laced his fingers with hers. “I don’t understand how you can be so positive in your professional life, and so negative in your personal one.”
“Experience.” Veronica retorted dryly.
His fingers squeezed. “Don’t. If we truly love each other – and I believe we do – we’ll make it work. Trust me. Trust us.”
Veronica knew he was right, but the pain of the past was hard to overcome. Turning on her side, she snuggled into his arms and closed her eyes.
Jon didn’t push. As much as he wanted to pack her up and haul her back to New Jersey with him, he knew she had to come to terms with everything on her own. Holding her close, he let post-coital exhaustion sweep him off to sleep.