Page 81 of Seduction
“Cool. E and I will be in the chapel.”
I know that means club business, so they’ll probably be in there a while. Jon hands me my overnight bag, telling me to put it in his room.
“Okay.”
After dropping it off, I quietly make my way to Daddy’s room. Mikey is fast asleep, Daddy watching TV with no sound.
“Hey, darlin’.”
“Hi, Daddy. How do you feel?”
“I’m good, baby girl. Don’t worry about me.”
“Can I get you anything?”
“Maybe just some water so I can take the pills Einstein gave me.”
“Got it.”
I fetch two bottles of water from the kitchen, help him with the pills, and tuck him and Mikey in like two kids. He grins up at me as I turn off the TV, his green eyes twinkling.
“Thanks, darlin’.”
I kiss his forehead, smoothing back his gray hair. Despite his age, it’s still as thick as it was when I was a child.
“I love you, Daddy.”
“Love you, too, darlin’.”
I peek over at Mikey, then quietly leave them. Back in Jon’s room, I change into a slinky nightgown, brush my teeth, and climb into his bed. His room is the same as the others, just a bed, nightstand, TV, and a chest of drawers. However, he has a treadmill in one corner, and a bookcase against the far wall. A worn copy of a book of Sudoku puzzles sits on the nightstand. There are no posters of half-naked women or motorcycles.
It’s in this moment that Chopper’s words resonate. He was right. I know Jon loves the MC as much as the other men, but his identity isn’t tied to it.
I curl up under the covers, thinking about the evening we spent together. Because of Eddie, a part of me hates to admit it, but it was the most amazing sexual experience of my life. I’m getting wet just thinking about it. Sliding out of bed, I remove my panties and tuck them into my bag. As I’m about to climb back in, I decide to lose the nightie, too. Feeling absolutely naughty, I slip back under the covers. I can’t wait to see Jon’s reaction when he finds me naked in his bed.
It seems like forever before the door opens. My back is to it, but the light from the hallway spills into the room when it does. I listen to the sounds of him brushing his teeth, wondering if I should pretend to be asleep. When he walks back into the room, I abandon the idea. Turning onto my back, I watch him undress down to his boxers, place his glasses on the nightstand, and then join me in bed. His arm curls around me, pulling me to him. When my skin connects with his, he groans. He tugs the sheet down, eyes widening when they land on my naked breasts.
“Babe, you’ve been lying in my bed naked?”
“I’ve been waiting for you.” The words come out on a whisper, but they hold a meaning more significant than just being in his bed.
He covers my body with his, settling between my legs. I slide my fingers into his hair, pulling him in for a kiss. A moan leaves my lips when his meet them. I can already feel him hardening against me, and I wrap my legs around him, wishing away the material between us. His kiss is soft, but not lacking in passion. Our tongues meet, swirling around each other. I moan at his taste—minty from the toothpaste, but something else that’s so unmistakably Jon that I can’t get enough of. It’s the same with his scent. I breathe him in, the aroma of cologne and Jon making me light-headed. I groan at him leaving my lips, but it turns into a whimper when he sucks my nipple into his mouth. I palm the other breast, its taut bud pressing into my hand. His hand covers mine, gently squeezing as he kisses every inch of its twin. His teeth rake against the nipple, sending shockwaves through my body.
“Jon….” My voice is a plea for more.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll give you what you need.”
He moves down my body, planting soft, wet kisses on my skin. His tongue slithers into my navel before he kneels between my legs, spreading them. I watch as he leans forward, hazel eyes glinting at me in the dark. My hips rise off the bed when he drops a gentle kiss on my clit.
“Your taste is something I’ll never get enough of, Ellen.”
I moan, sliding my hand through his hair as his tongue darts out to lick me. He reaches up, palming both breasts, massaging them while sucking on my clit.
“Oh, God….”
His hands and mouth still, leaving my body. I stare down at him, wondering what’s going on. He climbs off the bed, grabs my ankles, and pulls me toward him. Anticipation surges through me, watching him walk to the side of the bed. Taking my wrists, he positions my hands above my head.Holy hell. Is this it? Is this the kinky Jon coming out?
Instead of binding my hands like I expected him to, he begins fondling my left breast. Only, it doesn’t feel erotic or sexual in any way. Even his expression looks so… professional. His fingers still and I watch for a clue of something on his face.
