by Felicia Lynn
“So… since my movies were stupid which makes me seriously question your sanity by the way. You pick the next thing we do.” He says still smiling at me and still very naked.
“Well… Mr. Cooper, I’m going to restrain myself from any further sexual attacks and turn on ‘The Bachelor’ I have three weeks recorded. Let’s see how far we get.”
I say and immediately feel his disappointment before he responds.
“Agreed… but we stay naked.” Ha… is there any other way?
After one and a half of episodes of ‘The Bachelor’ and Jon’s commentary on how dumb this is, and how there’s no way he’s not jacking off in the bathroom or having big orgy parties in between the scenes, I decide to give up on this show. My idea of torturing him with love stories turned out to be an hour and a half of laughing at his jokes about the show.
“Clearly Mr. Cooper, you are feeling better. What can I get you before bed?” I ask when I turn the television to live TV and hand him the remote.
“I’m heading downstairs for a cup of tea.”
“Well… I’d love a bottle of water and something sweet if you have it.” He says eyeing my body, as I stand still naked before him. I wink and turn to walk out of the room.
When I’m past the door he yells. “Um…Whit...”
I peek around the threshold. “Yes, sir?”
“How about a shirt babe. I’m not really ok with anyone seeing you naked. There are windows down there.” I laugh lightly at his possessiveness but agree with a shirt and reach for his hoodie pulling it over my head. Not really sure why I thought prancing around my house naked would be ok. I guess my brain left with that orgasm.
Jon
It’s three a.m. when my bright-eyed pixie wakes me to make sure I’m okay following the concussion protocol.
“Jon… love… wake up. I just need to check on you.”
“Morning, sunshine.” She smiles at my response.
“You feeling ok? How’s your head? Any pain?”
“All good, baby girl.” I tell her as she snuggles her naked little body back into my arms sliding her leg over mine and I feel the heat from her arousal. That’s it for me. I haven’t had her yet but I can’t not have her, now. She’s not going back to sleep.
I reach my hand down between her legs and feel the slickness. She’s wet and ready.
“Whit, I want you. Please tell me I can have you.” I groan.
She slides on top of me knowing I won’t be able to climb on her and slides her body up so that my very ready cock is at her entrance. She’s wet and so fucking hot. I reach up and grab her tits pulling them down trying to encourage her to slide down my cock.
“So fucking tight.” I grunt, as I am balls deep in her walls. She’s moaning and her movements are slow and steady. This is incredible.
“You’re perfect.” I tell her when she finally opens her eyes to look at me.
“Jon… this… Please…” She’s making no sense verbally but her body is telling me everything I need to know.
“”Yeah baby, this.” And we both explode only with this orgasm I’m taking every bit of her resolve to resist me.
There’s no way she didn’t feel that. That she didn’t feel that incredible connection, the way our bodies took over. This girl get’s my all and I hope I don’t need to convince her I deserve her all too.
She slides off me and curls her body into mine. The feeling this girl is giving me right now scares me. She’s not open. She’s not easy to read, and I don’t know what she’s thinking.
“Baby, is this the start of something or are we playing?” I ask quietly into her hair. The room is peaceful and serene but my questions feel so loud as I await her answer.
“Jon, I think this started a year ago. This isn’t the start. I was just scared and didn’t know how to deal with it then. I’m not sure I do now either but I do know I like this and I don’t want it to end.”
Best. Words. Ever. She’s right this isn’t the start this has been a long time coming. She snuggles in closer and her head is resting on my chest. Her hair is tickling my nose and I couldn’t be happier.
I softly stroke her back and feel her little body twitch and I know she’s fallen asleep in my arms. I also know that I might never be the same after this.
I wish I could fall back to sleep, but my mind is racing in spite of knowing that my body needs to rest so I can recover and love this girl better. I have a meeting tomorrow morning and even though I was thinking of having Dave come by and pick me up to go, I think I’ll probably be spending the day in bed hopefully with Whit.
I’m sure she has to work. One thing I do know about Whitney is that she’s a hard worker. Her job is more important than anything else. I don’t really want to be in her way so I need to talk to her in the morning to see what I can do to stay out of her hair. My hands tangled in her hair, was oh-so-fucking-great.
I lay there for a while thinking about the events of the past thirty-six hours and where I was yesterday compared to where I am today. I’m still in shock of this turn of events. I was so willing to settle for the next thing to come along when I’ve known for a year there was unfinished business here.
There is something about this girl in my arms and my need to love her. I’m not sure why we’re drawn to each other but I know that she can heal me. Not just physically but emotionally too.
If she weren’t in my arms, I’d be writing right now. I need to have someone grab my guitar and notebook tomorrow. She’s giving me a lot of material to work with right now and I only know how to get these feelings out through lyrics. I’m not a mushy guy.
Whitney
Jon has been here three days and I know he no longer needs supervision from his concussion. He’s definitely feeling better and can certainly take care of himself. Hell… he’s taking care of me at this point. I’ve had my head in design plans for the new high rise for the last two days and besides my breaks to eat or screw his brains out, I’ve done very little else.
He’s working too and I thoroughly enjoy listening to him play the guitar while he’s writing pretty things in the background. He’s pretty much stayed in my bed mostly naked with the exception on when we’ve had company.
Garrett and Lex came over to check on him and brought a ton of food from Elizabeth. There’s no way we’ll ever eat even half of it but there was no sense telling them that. Garrett brought Jon his notebook and guitar and I knew that made him very happy. It’s been by his side ever since.
We just showered and got dressed because his friend Dave is coming over for a meeting since he apparently missed the last meeting. You’d think Dave would understand that this guy was in an accident and give him a break. But whatever… not my business and I don’t want to put my nose where it doesn’t belong.
I plan to go back to work after our little morning escapades anyway. Jon will be going home tomorrow. He told me this morning that he was planning to leave and go to the meeting with his friend Dave. I think I begged him to stay one more night.
I’ve really enjoyed having him here and not just because of the amazing sex, that leads to pure exhaustions and peaceful sleep but because having him here feels right. It’s nice to have him walk into my office and kiss me at just the right time, to go climb into my bed mid day for a little romp in the covers and then a nap. I feel happy when he’s here and I’m scared that when he goes home that either he or I will forget this little paradise.
I haven’t worked out in a few days other than workout sex so I definitely need to get to the gym this afternoon. I tell Jon that I’ll go before dinner and he tells me he’d like to go too, even though he can’t workout but he’ll watch me get all sweaty.
“Deal” I tell him hoping that the workout once we get home will be better and I need to make it memorable for our last night together.
When Dave arrives I go up to my office giving them the downstairs to work and take up shop at my dining room table with their notebooks and such. It’s nice to see someone s
itting there even if they aren’t eating. It’s not often I have visitors over and even when I do, we are usually at TV trays on the couch eating takeout, cooking is not my thing.
I feel happy and content with the turns in my life recently. I haven’t been to my office in days and I haven’t talked to Max in days either. I miss him. Not surprisingly he hasn’t checked on me but I understand him. It’ll take him a few days before it registers that I haven’t been around.
I pick up my phone and type out a text to him.
Me: Hey asshole. Miss me yet?
Max: Yeah. Where the hell have you been?
Me: I’ve been taking care of Jon sooooo… I’m working from home. I’ll be in tomorrow. Lunch?
Max: You have some ‘splainin to do lady.
Me: Noted
I put my phone aside and proceed with working on my design boards that I’d like to present to Mr. Bellow tomorrow while I wait for Jon to have his meeting and come to the gym with me.
I feel like a young girl, giddy excited that her boyfriend is hanging out with her.
What the hell… did I just call Jon my boyfriend? Well… I don’t know what he is but whatever he calls himself to me, I don’t want it to end.
I can hear the guy s down below chatting and knowing Jon is so comfortable in my home makes me happy.
“God grant me the serenity
To accept the things I cannot change;
Courage to change the things I can;
And wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time;
Enjoying one moment at a time;
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace”
They’re speaking in unison and I know that’s it’s the Serenity Prayer. What the hell? I’m confused but then… it all starts making since.
I’ve never seen Jon put a drink to his lips. This meeting was the utmost importance to Dave. He was concerned pushing it off another day, Jon’s refusal of pain medications in the hospital, Alexis’ warning that Jon doesn’t drink.
Holy Hell… I’m freaking out a little but at the same time I’m not. I’m mostly confused as to why his issues have been a secret.
I know how the AA thing works. I watched my biological parents go through that system many times unsuccessfully, but their history doesn’t make me question others. It’s just something I think I deserve more info on.
It’s not as though it’s come up in conversation so I’m not sure when I expected him to fill me in but… I’d really appreciate more knowing.
Jon
The meeting is over and I couldn’t be happier to get rid of Dave and go back to the happy little bubble of Whitney and me. Dave asked a lot of questions about my new relationship and if I felt strong enough to handle the highs and lows. I felt a little uncomfortable talking about that in Whitney’s home so I had to tell him that could be up for discussions another time.
My girl is working hard as I stand at the door to her office watching her work for a while before she notices. I love her ability to get so engrossed in her work that she can shut everyone out. When her creativity starts flowing, she’s a force to be reckoned with.
When she sees me peeking in on her she looks at me with a look I haven’t seen from her in the last few days, shy almost. I’m not really sure what that’s about as I make my way across the room where she’s sitting on the floor with catalogs, fabric samples and drawings that are covering every inch of the floor around her.
She’s beautiful and I love seeing her dressed comfortably, with her hair twisted up on top of her head totally in her element and relaxed. She’s beautiful with or without makeup and I love that she’s not one of those high maintenance chic’s that think looks compensate for personality.
“Hey Babe, How’s it coming?” I ask as I bend down to kiss her.
Something is definitely on her mind. She’s a little distracted.
“I’m almost done here for the day. Still want to go to the gym with me?”
Hmmmmm... Yep something is off for sure. The tone in her voice is different.
“Babe… talk to me. What’s going on? You’re acting off. You ok?”
With a sigh I can see her surrender to tell me what’s going on but I can also see it’s making her uncomfortable. I sit on the floor next to her and pull her into my lap.
“Talk babe, if something bothering you, I want to fix it.”
She looks a little surprised by my comment but if this is going to work, we can’t have these issues where she feels something and won’t talk to me about it. I can’t risk her running and shutting me out again.
“I heard you downstairs, I heard you reciting ‘The Serenity Prayer’. I know what that is and I think I understand now why you were adamant about no pain meds. I’m not upset and it’s not bothering me. I was just surprised. That’s all.”
Shit… I really didn’t want to meet Dave here but she was so cute when she asked for one more day and night. I couldn’t resist but I also knew that meeting with him was something I couldn’t ignore for another day. My routine is what keeps me normal.
“Ok… so I probably have some explaining to do.” I say taking her hand in mine. I really don’t want this to become an issue and I don’t want it to be my own dark secret. I’ll own it. It’s part of me.
She’s waiting for answers and I’m ready to get this over with.
“So a little over two years ago, things got out of control for me. I was drinking a lot and started to get pretty dependent on my numerous daily highs. When I started using needles. I’ll be the first to tell you I was out of control now but at the time I really didn’t realize.”
“Um… Jon, what happened to make you do that to yourself?”
She’s sad. I can see the concern in her eyes and I’m sure this is what she expected and I want to relieve any worry she may have quickly.
“Nothing happened. I have a very addictive personality and where some people can go and have a beer or two, I always take it to the extremes. There was no stopping for me. I needed the fix, it made me feel whole for that small amount of time and then I couldn’t stop. Well… I thought I could but I really couldn’t on my own.”
I pause in my story wanting her to have time to ask questions or just let things sink in.
“So what happened Jon? How’d things turn around?”
My statement is always the same.
“Garrett… He cared enough about my future to make me get my shit together and it worked. I went to rehab in California for 3 months and when I was ready I came back and rejoined the land of the living.”
She nods her head a little trying to show understanding and I’m not sure she actually does.
“So are you okay now?” I love that she’s engaging and asking questions instead of running.
“Yeah babe. One day at a time.” I meet with my group and/or Dave at least three times a week. I accept the things that I’ve done and I know my limitations. It’s a work in progress but I know what I need to do. I’m stronger now.”
I rub her back trying to comfort her since I see that this has caused some stress.
“Okay…” She sighs.
“Okay” I respond hoping it really is ok. I need it to really be okay but nothing feels sure yet with Whit.
I kiss her with as much love as I can fathom. Somewhere in that kiss I feel her strength and I appreciate her resilience to the not so great news she’s received. I’m not really sure where that comes from with her.
I don’t actually believe after everything I’ve been through that resilience is a character trait. I think that kind of resilience is like a built up callus. It takes a lot of pain to get there. I hate the thought of knowing she’s had pain but I don’t ask questions.
“You still want to go to the gym, babe?” I’m hoping she doesn’t and that she chooses a workout here instead but she nods her head in acceptance and I do aim to please so the gym it is.
Whitney
The gym is packed and Jon can’t partic
ipate but he says he’s happy to watch. I check in and see Peter in the back and wave hoping he sees my signal and has time to spar. I’ve found that one on one sparring is far better for a full body workout than just taking a class or using the bags.
Peter is one of the instructors here and even though he’s a major ass, I like sparring with him the most because he pushes me and doesn’t treat me as a weak girl. He also makes no attempt to hide his desire for me, which only fuels my desire to fight harder.
I am desperate to get in that ring. I’m feeling anxious and I know hitting things is the best way to work it out of my system. I have to have an outlet or a way to not let this tension take over. It’ll drive me insane and I can’t handle it.
He motions to the ring and I nod my head in acceptance.
I’m getting ready to spar and Jon is watching me put my gear on with amusement. This gym isn’t a girly gym. There’s a ton of testosterone floating in the air here. Women that come here take their workouts seriously and because of that, there are very few regular women that attend.
I can tell that Jon is a workout regular. His body is fit and I can tell he works hard for his form. I do believe his fit build is a huge factor in why he wasn’t more seriously injured in that bike accident.
I want to ask him about his bike and what his intentions are. The thought of what could have happened that night scares me, and a part of me hopes the desire to ever ride a motorcycle again is out of his system.
I climb into the ring and Jon pats my ass as I hop through the ropes. Peter calls out the first set of combos and I execute them pretty easily. He calls out the next set and again I complete it. Jon is watching from the side and his smile tells me he likes what he sees. It’s fun impressing him.
Peter makes a comment telling me to focus and stop batting eyes with my boyfriend. He’s getting a little fired up and that’s perfect for what I need. The next few combos are a little more challenging but I can do it and I like that’s he’s pushing my limits.