Sarah Goes to JC

“Sarah?” JC answered the door just in time to see her retreating back to her car.

She turned slowly. “I thought you weren’t here.” She’d leaned on the doorbell.

Rubbing his hands over his face, he yawned. “Musta fallen asleep on the sofa. C’mon in, baby.”

“That’s okay. You’re tired—“

JC stepped out barefooted to grab her hand. “I’d have to be six feet under to be too tired for you, sweet thing.” He towed her into the house and closed the door. It was then he noticed her eyelids were puffy – like she had been crying. “What’s wrong?”

“Who said anything was wrong?” Her stubborn little chin came up a proud notch.

He shook his head in wonder. Puffy, blood-shot eyes, blotchy cheeks, and a red nose all pointed to the fact she had been crying and she still tried to be regal and tough. “You amaze me, baby. Cut the crap and talk to me.”

Instead, she put her arms about his waist and laid her head on his warm, hard chest.

Immediately, his arms came around her. She could always depend on JC when she wanted to be held. He was good at this comforting stuff.

“Sarah? Baby, what do you need?” he asked quietly, nuzzling her hair.

“Exactly what you’re already doing,” she whispered.

JC picked her up to carry her into the living room. Seating himself on the sofa, he held her on his lap, letting her snuggle even closer.

Closing her eyes, Sarah rested her head on his shoulder, her face nuzzling his neck. JC had a way of making her feel safe and cherish. God knew the man was a saint with all the garbage she’d been tossing his way for the last months. A lesser man would have walked away but not JC. He stood his ground and went toe-to-toe with her when necessary, never allowing himself to be bullied by her – and he had yet to truly lose his temper either. “You’ll make a wonderful father,” she murmured out of the blue.

JC was a little startled by that pronouncement. “Thank you, but how’s that gonna happen when you won’t go off the pill?”

Sarah pulled back a bit to look into his eyes; clearly his question shocked her. “Me? I can’t be a mother.”

If she was on the pill, wasn’t that to prevent pregnancy? And if she was trying to prevent it, didn’t that mean she was capable of getting pregnant? “What do you mean you can’t?”

“I don’t know how.”

He grinned. “I’m told a lot of it you learn along the way.”

Big tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

“Ah, baby, what is it?” he crooned, wiping her tears away with her fingers.

“Elise had a stroke. They don’t expect her to make it.”

Elise…”Your mother? Oh, baby, I’m so sorry.” JC stroked her hair tenderly. “When are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow morning.”

“I’ll come with you.”

”No!”

“Isn’t that a little vehement?” He chuckled uncomfortably.

“JC, I appreciate the offer. It’s sweet of you. But I am going alone.” She sighed and put her head back on his shoulder. “I gave them your number in case anything more happened.”

Whether she realized it or not, she was giving herself away. She had come to him for comfort – or they would be naked and making each other crazy by now. Even if she claimed no relationship with her mother, she was hurting. And though JC was supposedly merely a sex partner, he was the one she had come to for solace.

“Sarah?”

“Mmm?”

“Sweet thing, are you falling asleep on me?”

“I think so.” She gave a little yawn, snuggling deeper into his embrace.

He managed to rise and carried her to his bedroom, laying her gently on the bed.

It wasn’t until he was undressing her, she became aware of where she was and what he was doing. “I’m not in the mood,” she muttered sullenly.

“For sleep? I think you are.” Going to his dresser, he found a plain tee-shirt for her to sleep in. “Put this on and climb under the covers,” he ordered.

“JC, I—“

“Just do it, Sarah. I have no plans to ravish you tonight.”

Sarah did as she was told, watching warily as he stripped to his boxer-briefs. She scarcely believed it when those came off as well and he stepped into his pajama pants. He wasn’t even aroused! When he joined her in bed, he merely put his arms around her.

“Go to sleep,” he murmured.

“JC—“

“Just go to sleep.”

“Thank you,” she said in a small voice.

“You’re welcome. Now, go to sleep.”

JC barely woke at the sound of the ringing telephone next to the bed. He reached over Sarah and fumbled for the receiver. “’Lo…”

“I am trying to contact Sarah Chase,” a stern female voice announced harshly.

JC glanced at the bedside clock. Two-forty-nine. “Just a sec.” He gently roused Sarah. “Baby, phone.”

“Mmm?” She opened her eyes.

He handed her the receiver. “For you.”

Sarah quickly came awake. “Hello?”

“While your mother is dying, you are enjoying yourself with a man.” The woman’s voice dripped with distain.

“Hello, Aunt Celeste.” Sarah’s voice turned frigid. “Don’t make assumptions.”

“My sister died while you were—“

“Elise died?” Sarah whispered brokenly.

JC’s arms went around her immediately. “I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispered.

“I’ll be there in the morning. Good-bye.” Replacing the receiver, Sarah turned back to JC.

“I’ll go with you,” he told her.

“No.” He hadn’t heard her aunt. To show up with a handsome, younger man would only solidify her image as a slut.

“Sarah—“

The only effective way she knew to quiet him was by kissing him, so she did it. Her mouth covered his gently. “No. Please, don’t argue. I know my family. It wouldn’t go well for me if you were there.”

“Who’s gonna be there for you?”

“The one who’s always been there for me. Me.”

“But I can—“

“Make me look like a cradle robbing whore – who is what they already believe I am.”

“What!” He was indignant on her behalf. “Now, there’s no way I’m letting you go alone!”

“You aren’t ‘letting’ me do anything. You don’t have a say, loverboy,” she said coldly. Her tone had hurt; the pain was plain in his eyes. But it’d had the desired result – he was no longer trying to be Sir Galahad. Sarah rose, tossing off his shirt and gathering her clothes.

“When do you have to leave?” JC asked, swallowing his pain. He was certain she was lashing out because she was hurting herself.

“Seven.”

“Then come back to bed, baby. I can set the alarm—“

“JC…”

“Come here,” JC’s voice held a husky command. She wouldn’t let him in her world of pain, but he knew how to help her escape it for a little while. When she stubbornly refused to return to bed, he rose to take her hand and led her back. Urging her down to the mattress, he joined her. He lowered his head. He teased her lips with his mouth, biting at them tenderly then soothing them with his tongue until she was squirming. “What time do you need to be up?”

“My bag is in the car…Six…” she told him a little breathlessly.

JC rolled away to set the alarm. While he turned away, Sarah began sucking and nipping at his neck. She smoothed one hand down his back and below the waistband of his pajama bottoms until it came to the crease of his tight butt. One finger maneuvered between the cheeks, pressing the tight opening.

“Oh, God, Sarah!” he gasped. He had discovered the pleasure to be had for both of them at the backdoor. She knew it drove him wild. He wondered if this was her revenge for making her feel vulnerable or her thanks for his caring for her.

“Relax,” she whispered in his ear as she nibbled the lobe. “You know this only works when you relax.”

“Baby, don’t so this.”

“Why not?” She felt him shiver when her tongue traces the shell of his ear.

“It’s not what I wanted.”

“Are you very sure?” She could feel the tension ease, so she could press a little farther in. “I can make you want it, baby. We both know I can.”

“Yes, you can,” he admitted freely. One hand reached around and pulled hers from beneath his pants. He turned to face her. Her calculating vixen act wasn’t going to work on him tonight. He had a higher purpose. She had taught him a thing or two as well. His mouth crashed hungrily down on hers. Forcing her lips apart, he plunged his tongue between them. He let his hands roam over her sweet little body freely. He knew the place on her neck that made her melt, so his mouth moved there next.

“JC!…” she gasped.

“You like that, Sarah?” he taunted.

“Mmm…you know I do.”

“Then relax and enjoy. This is all for you – just for you.” His mouth traveled lower, nibbling all the way to one taut peak. His teeth applied gentle pressure as his tongue flicked teasingly at the hardened bud, then he suckled strongly.

“JC!…“ Sarah arched beneath him, wanting more of his wonderful torture.

He switched breasts, sending one hand down her body and between her legs. One finger moved along her feminine slit, teasing her. She was ready for him.

“Baby…” She tried to urge him above her.

“Not yet.” His mouth followed the path his hand had taken. He ran his lips along her inner thighs until she was wriggling beneath his touch. He shifted his body so his shoulders held her legs apart and her calves were draped over his back. His tongue licked at her outer petals repeatedly as she whimpered with pleasure and opened for him.

“Mmm…you do that so good,” she purred. Reaching down, she stroked his hair tenderly. For someone lacking in years, her lover knew the meaning of giving. No other man had been as open and giving with her as JC was. Eager to please and ready to learn anything she cared to teach – than was her young lover. Even her bad temper and bitterness hadn’t held him at bay. JC had kept coming at her. And now, he was taking care of her in the only way she would allow – the way no other man had.

JC swirled his tongue around her pearl of pleasure, making her gasp and buck upwards.

“Easy, Sarah,” he crooned soothingly.

“JC, come back up here and I’ll—“

“I’m not done yet.” As willing as she was to do wild things for him, she didn’t always seem uncomfortable in the role of receiver. He slipped a finger into her wet heat, then two. Slowly, he pumped them in and out while he tortured her sensitive bud with the lash of his tongue.

“JC, please…” she moaned.

He lifted his head. “Want it now, Sarah? Want me to send you to the stars?”

“Oh, yes!”

“Okay, baby.” Putting his lips around her little nub, he sucked gently, sliding his tongue back and forth. Her shallow gasps for air told him Sarah was enjoying his ministrations. His fingers pumped faster as he brought her to the brink.

“JC!” Her body tensed, froze, then broke into shudders of delight. “Oh, God, baby!”

“Come for me, Sarah!” he urged.

Sarah gripped his head as she quaked with pleasure. When the spasms had subsided, she felt his fingers leave one opening and seek another. “JC!” she cried out when one finger, slick with her own juices probed at her tight backdoor.

“Relax,” he crooned as he probed deeper. When her body did just that, he withdrew his finger and lifted her a little higher. The pink, crinkled rosebud of her backdoor displayed itself to him. At first, he danced his tongue around it, then lightly outlined it.

“Oh, God!”

Then he slipped the very tip in, stroking the positions she had taught him were the most receptive.

“JC!—“ She broke off as he alternated between sweeping his tongue tenderly around the aperture and rubbing it’s most sensitive zones. He continued until she was trembling uncontrollably, writhing.

“Enough, please,” she begged helplessly. “Come to me, baby.”

And this time, he did as she asked. Shedding his pants, JC moved above her and eased into her welcoming heat. “Sarah, you feel so good.” He rode her slowly, and as she clenched him, he doubted very much her mind was on anything beyond the pleasure he was giving her. Lowering his head, he suckled first one breast, then the other.

“Oh, JC…” She began to raise her hips to meet his thrusts. Despite the fact his movements were slow and deliberate, he was rapidly driving her to a new peak. “Come with me, baby,” she whispered as she lifted his head to their mouths could meet.

He began driving into her harder and faster, feeling her go taut beneath him. “Sarah!…”

“Ah!” The explosion of bliss was like a white heat that swamped her. “JC!—“

“Damn, baby!” he groaned as he felt her body clench and milk him violently. One final push and he jetted into her, then collapsed.

Sarah petted his hair, now damp and curling, as they came down from the wonderful, blinding high he had sent them on. Had there ever been a more giving lover? JC was never selfish, wanting to see to her pleasure first.

“I love you, Sarah,” he whispered against her neck. He knew she didn’t want to hear those words, but he could hold them back no longer.

She replied nothing, tears gathering in her eyes. Damn, him! He was convincing her that the love she wrote about could be real. As much as she tried to deny him, it would be his love she would gather around her like a shield when she faced her cold family. Instead of words, she held him close, nuzzling him to soothe his quaking.

After a long moment, JC eased beside her, relieving her of his weight. Touching her cheek, he brought her gaze to his. “I can’t just not say it, Sarah. It’s how I feel.” Noticing her tears, he wiped them away tenderly with his fingertips. “I’m sorry.”

She shook her head. “It’s okay, JC. You’ve never lied to me. That means a lot, too.”

He had to wonder at the sudden softness in her attitude. Maybe she was too tired – or too preoccupied with her mother’s death to hold up her façade. “C’mere.” He brought her against him. “Try to get some sleep before the alarm goes off.”

Sarah readily snuggled against him. Almost instantly, she was asleep, worn out by JC and her worries, leaving him pressing soft kisses in her hair until he followed her into slumber.

When the alarm went off, Sarah reached over and switched it off before it could wake JC. Untangling their legs, she tried to slip from his grasp unnoticed.

“Go back to sleep, Sarah,” he mumbled, still mostly asleep.

“I can’t, baby. You go back to sleep yourself,” she murmured, dropping a tender kiss on his forehead.

“Okay,” he sighed and turned over.

She couldn’t prevent the soft smile coming to her lips. In slumber he looked like a little boy – innocent and sweet. She wondered if any of his fans suspected how much a man he really was. He was far from innocent – being a powerful and adept lover. Sweet – well, he could be sweet. But he was very much a strong, tough man with a maturity that surpassed his age.

Oh, my God! I’m in love with him! The realization struck and stunned her. How had that happened? Rising quickly, Sarah showered and removed herself before the confession could be read in her eyes. JC seemed to be the only one able to do that – thank God!

JC woke hours later, reaching for Sarah. Not finding her, his eyes shot open. It was fully daylight, so she must have left some time before. Vaguely, he remembered her telling him to go back to sleep. Obviously, he had. Then his eyes fell upon a note propped up against the clock. It had been hastily scrawled.