Yay for all the reviews I got today! Keep them coming! I really can't tell you how excited I get when I wake up in the afternoon (yes, I said afternoon) to find a bunch of reviews in my inbox. Its like xmas morning or something. :)

I know I've been a continual tease, but hopefully this will satisfy you for the time being. I PROMISE the next chapter will make up for it. Oh so much smutty goodness ahead. :)

Big thanks to insufferablyteslen for her feedback. I made it much more hygienically appropriate just for you. And lessened the retching a little bit so its only at the beginning and end of things, not all the way through the whole thing. ;)

She made the twenty minute drive in fifteen, taking curves at break neck speeds and flying through stop signs. Even with her recent orgasm she was still too keyed up to sit still, continually having to shift in her seat. She really wished she wasn't driving so that she could cross her legs. Nikola was just as antsy in the passenger seat, occasionally clearing his throat or letting out a little cough. The one time she allowed herself to look over at him she could clearly make out the prominent bulge in his pants even in the dark. Megan was quiet for the most part. She'd moan or grumble incoherently from time to time, but she never woke up.

Helen felt a bit guilty for what had just happened. Not only was it dangerous while driving, but completely inappropriate with Megan just in the back seat. She could have woken up at any moment and then where would they have been? But despite her best efforts she couldn't bring herself to be mad at him for it. It had just felt too damn good. The thought occurred to her if that was what he could accomplish in the restrictive awkward space of a car...well, she didn't even want to think about what he could do to her in an actual bed. Rather she did, but just wouldn't let herself.

Once they were finally back at the villa they were able to get Megan out of the car and upstairs to the guest room with relative ease. It was looking more and more like she wouldn't be waking up anytime soon. Now that they were actually here, and especially after what had happened in the car, Helen was beginning to wish she'd just let her friends take her back to where ever they were staying.

She didn't know that she was comfortable taking things much further with Megan around. Not that they hadn't already crossed the line back in the car, but that hadn't exactly been planned. She kind of wanted some privacy if she was really going to let loose with Nikola. Plus, she still felt a little threatened by Megan's presence. Maybe threatened wasn't the right word, but she just didn't feel comfortable with the girl around. She was a constant reminder of Nikola's past endeavors. She wasn't stupid, she knew he'd have had several lovers in the past, as had she, but she didn't want a constant reminder of it.

"Nikola, go in the bathroom and get a wet wash cloth to clean her up. I'm going to go grab one of my extra night gowns for her," she instructed once they had her settled on the bed.

Even though she only spent one weekend here every seven years, she kept a full closet in the master bedroom. It didn't hurt to be prepared. Rummaging through the wardrobe at the back of the walk-in she found a simple cotton night gown she wouldn't be upset over if Megan threw up on it in the middle of the night. Years of learning her limits and one too many bad experiences meant Helen rarely ever got as drunk as Megan was tonight. But she wasn't so old that she didn't remember what that felt like and she could at least sympathize with the girl. She certainly didn't envy her, at least not in that regard.

When she returned Nikola had already cleaned all the vomit off her and discarded his ruined jacket. Helen quickly removed Megan's shorts, but left her swim bottoms on as her underwear. Nikola helped her sit Megan up and the two of them managed to get the night gown on to her limp body.

"There's a first aid kit in the bathroom downstairs, will you go get it for me?"

When he was gone, Helen rolled Megan over and dipped her hands under the night gown to untie her bikini top. Flipping her again she undid the strings around her neck and pulled the little scrap of material out the collar of the night gown. She knew Nikola had already seen everything there was to see on the girl, hell she'd even seen everything that morning in the kitchen, but she didn't want him getting anymore peeks.

The only naked body she wanted Nikola staring at was her own. And even then she was a little hesitant. It wasn't that she had any real body issues. She kept herself in shape and wasn't ashamed of how she looked, but she certainly wasn't some twenty-something-year-old anymore. It wasn't that she'd been looking exactly, but she'd gotten a good enough view this morning to know that Megan had a great body. If that was what Nikola was used to, what he had just had, would he be disappointed with her?

She pushed the thought aside. She hadn't been this nervous about anyone seeing her naked since that first time with John. She didn't have anything to be ashamed of. She was a strong, confident, sexy woman. And she knew what she was doing. Her mind flashed back to that torturous car ride and how confident she had been that she could satisfy Nikola much more thoroughly than the little novice lying on the bed in front of her. She tried to focus on that.

Nikola finally returned with the medical supplies and he laid them dutifully on the bed. She once again donned a pair of rubber gloves before digging around to find what she needed. She doubted Megan would wake up, far too out of it to actually feel anything, but she rubbed some numbing cream around the wound just in case. Threading a needle, she made quick work of stitching up the small gash across the left side of her forehead. She only needed a few stitches anyway, nothing serious or time consuming. Finally she placed a bandage over the wound, not wanting her to rub or irritate the stitching accidently in her sleep.

"There we go, all done," she said cheerily, though to who in particular she wasn't sure.

She shucked off her gloves and threw them along with the needle in the trash can by the night stand, which she then brought over to the side of the bed in case Megan woke up and needed to puke some more. Moving to the bathroom, she washed her hands, ridding them of the powdery residue left behind by the gloves. When she was done she moved back into the room, standing by the bed awkwardly. They were silent for a minute, neither one of them sure what to do next. For all the urgency in the car, now that they were finally here it felt a little awkward.

"I'll just go put this away then," she said, turning towards the door with the first-aid kit in hand.

He followed her out of the room, keeping the door open so they could hear Megan if she needed anything. She made to move towards the stairs, but he pinned her to the opposite wall before she could get away. The full length of his body was pressed hard against her, trapping her. Not that she wanted to go anywhere. The hand not still holding the first-aid kit had come up to rest on his shoulder and for a second they stayed like that, both waiting for the other to make the next move. Her eyes slid down to trace the contours of his bare chest. Her hand moved from his shoulder and she ran one delicate finger over his collar bone and down the center of his chest.

He shuddered under her touch and she smiled, glad she could elicit such a response from him with such a small gesture. She looked up into his eyes and saw that passion and desire she'd glimpsed in the car. He leaned in and captured her lips with his. It was soft, tender, like a first kiss should be. Nothing like the bruising passion of before. She relaxed into the sensation, letting his lips move and mold to her's.

She dropped the first-aid kit to the ground, bringing her hand up to fist in his hair and using it to pull him more firmly to her. He traced his tongue across her bottom lip, begging for entrance. This time she allowed it. His tongue slipped in to her mouth, teasing her own into a sensual dance. He tasted so good, better than she could have ever dreamed. And she had dreamed about it several times. He was learning every crevice of her mouth, and she his, and she never wanted it to end. She fought the need for oxygen until her lungs were screaming for air.

She pulled away reluctantly, taking in a few short breaths before attacking his neck. She peppered it with hot open mouthed kisses, sucking and licking and nibbling lightly as she went. She ran her tongue over his pulse point, feeling his rapid heartbeat just under the surface. Another shiver racked through his body as she did this and she smiled against his skin. With a little growl he pulled her head up to take her lips once again. This time it was full of passion and blind need. She matched his desire with her own, a tinge of desperation creeping into their kiss.

Hands were beginning to wander. Her's slipped inside his open shirt, feeling the hard planes of his chest and abdomen. His moved up and down her sides, not seeming to know where to go first. In much the same way that Tyler had earlier, he pulled her dress down until he could get at bare skin. He cupped both her breasts in his hands and squeezed tentatively. She moaned at the new sensation, arching her back to push them further into his hands. That was all the permission he needed before he began to massage them confidently.

His lips descended on her neck and she stretched to allow him better access. He worked his way down, moving over her throat and down her breast bone, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. One hand released a breast, but before she could complain he'd taken the nipple in his mouth. Rolling his tongue over the already taunt bud through the fabric of her bathing suit and sucking harshly. She grabbed his head, fisting her fingers in his hair, clutching him to her. His now free hand moved to her back, sweeping over the curve of her bum and down her leg, lifting it until it rested on his hip with his hand just under her knee. He rubbed soothing circles into her skin, such a contrast to the harsh ministrations he was giving further up her body. It was a sweet gesture and she found it comforting.

With the new angle his straining erection was rubbing against her crotch. Wanting more she ground into him, seeking what friction she could get. Reaching between them she began to fiddle with his belt. Where her fingers had been so sure and steady with his shirt back on the beach they were now clumsy and uncoordinated. He chuckled at her, but didn't attempt to help. Not that she wanted his help; she was more than happy for him to stay exactly where he was.

When she finally got the buckle undone she let out a triumphant little "ha!" before making quick work of the button and zip on his pants. He was laughing at her again, but his laugh turned to a hiss as she reached into his boxers and wrapped a warm hand around his throbbing length. With her first strokes he lost all interests in her breasts, much to her disappointment. But then he was reaching under her ass and lifting her up until she could wrap her legs around him. It was so much better than she'd imagined it back at the beach. She continued to stroke him, picking up a steady rhythm, her other arm wrapping around his shoulders for balance. They kissed sloppily, any and all finesse lost in favor of desperate need.

Megan coughed in the other room and they both froze, faces still plastered together and her hand down his pants. There was a bit of shuffling and then the sound of retching filled the air. Nikola's head fell to her shoulder in defeat. She could have sobbed; that stupid, stupid girl was determined to ruin her evening. With a sigh she uncrossed her legs and lowered them to the ground one at a time. When her feet were firmly planted she released him slowly, already missing the weight of him in her hand. But before she could do much else he had her flipped around facing away from him. She gasped in surprise, her hands coming up to brace herself against the wall.

"Can you keep quiet?" he whispered, leaning into her.

She nodded silently and widened her stance slightly in invitation, hoping to god he was about to do what she thought he was. He shoved aside her swim bottoms and ran a finger along her folds, testing to see if she was ready. That wasn't going to be a problem. He groaned when he felt how wet she was. Reaching around, she grabbed his cock and guided him to her entrance. She teased herself with his head and they both groaned.

"Niko?" She breathed.

"Yes?" he choked out.

"Fuck me."

He didn't need to be told twice. In one swift move he thrust fully into her. She whimpered at the delicious sensation of him filling and stretching her. He gave her a moment to adjust to him. One hand came up to the wall to brace himself, covering her own and lacing their fingers together, the other grasping her hip. At a torturously slow pace he pulled out of her, almost all the way, before slamming back in hard. She couldn't help the little cry that slipped through her lips. His hand came up to clamp over her mouth and they both froze, listening for any sounds coming from Megan's room.

They'd have to go check on her soon.

Not removing his hand he began moving again, picking up the pace. She pushed back on him, taking every inch of him and wanting more. She met him thrust for thrust and they soon found a rhythm, moving against each other in perfect synchronization.

"I'm going to remove my hand now," he whispered between thrusts.

She nodded, squeezing her lips shut and biting down on them in the hopes that she could keep them closed. The hand he'd just removed from her mouth moved down to her clit, rubbing tight circles into the bundle of nerves. She threw her head back onto his shoulder, she was close. He seemed to sense that, the fingers on her clit moving frantically, trying to get her to reach her climax. A few seconds more and she was there, muscles clamping down tightly on his still hard cock inside her. She was shuddering with the force of her orgasm, biting down on her lips so hard she could taste blood. But she kept silent. He gave a few more thrusts, drawing out her pleasure, before bursting inside of her, his release only pushing her higher.

"Tomorrow we'll do this right," he panted in her ear before kissing her softly on the cheek and pulling out.

She turned back around to face him while he tucked himself back in. When he was presentable again, or at least back to the way he'd looked before their little romp, she took his face in her hands and pulled him down for a gentle kiss.

"Don't make promises you don't intend to keep," she warned.

"Oh, ljubav, I have every intention of keeping that promise," he told her, looking her straight in the eye, a salacious grin breaking out across his face.

She chucked and was about to pull him back for another kiss when the sound of more retching reached their ears. She sighed and rolled her eyes, releasing him.

"You better go take care of that," she told him.

"Me? Why me? You're the doctor."

"Because, Nikola, I need to go clean myself up," she said, gesturing to his come running down her legs.

"Right," he agreed sheepishly. "You go do that then."

"Just get her to the bathroom," she instructed, with a sigh.

He gave her a mock salute before marching into the battle zone. She chuckled, shaking her head. He really could be such a goof.

Next chapter will be the last. Sad to see this fun little fic come to an end. :( But it'll go out with a bang...and lots and lots of sex! So get ready!