The Hero Always Comes in Riding a White Horse

Disclaimers: Still haven't heard from Aaron Spelling's estate or Leonard Goldberg, so the series still isn't mine.

This is the final chapter, which will wrap everything up nicely, I hope. This chapter will have an M rating because I have to heat things up between Mike and Jill. It's how I roll. Reviews are always appreciated. They make me feel warm and fuzzy inside.

When I first started writing romance scenes, they were pretty tame by comparison to this one and it would take me forever to finish them. I managed to get this one out in one afternoon which is almost a record for me. Please review and let me know what you think. Do you want more stories? Hotter sex? Less sex?

Chapter 9

It was a cool windy March morning. As they walked arm in arm along the Santa Monica pier, Jill couldn't help but think of how thankful she was on this sunny Saturday.

The thing that she was most thankful for was the incredibly handsome man who was walking at her side. Mike had come home just five days before Christmas, which had made the holiday very special. Especially considering how close he'd been to death just a couple of short weeks before. He'd undergone weeks of grueling physical therapy and was happy to have been able to finally have ditched his cane just a few days before. With this last obstacle out of the way, he'd been cleared to return to full active duty the next week.

"Let me know if you need to rest," she told him as she smiled up at him. His hair had finally grown back and seemed to be curlier than ever.

"I'm good," he assured her as they stopped at the boardwalk railing to watch the surfers in the distance. "Those guys are either incredibly brave or they all have a death wish."

"Have you ever tried it?" She asked him.

"Are you kidding? I've seen 'Jaws.' There ain't any way you're getting me out in the middle of an ocean on one of those boards."

"Willie always offered to teach me."

"Well, I think you've always been braver than me."

"Oh, I don't know about that. After all, I didn't have to deal with Attila the Therapist," she grinned up at him.

Mike shook his head to clear the memories of his therapist, who'd clearly learned his trade in a Nazi concentration camp. The guy was ruthless. But, even Mike had to admit that the results had been worth the pain. "Do you know what I want to do?"

"No, what?"

"I want to buy a bag of popcorn and make out with you at the top of the Ferris wheel."

"Will you split the difference? You can buy a bag of popcorn and make out with me at home," she trailed her finger lightly up his arm as he gave her a lecherous grin.

"Okay," he agreed as he took her hand as they headed off of the boardwalk and toward the car.

Jill couldn't help but grin happily as he stopped to buy his popcorn as they continued on their way. The minute his cast had come off of his leg in late January, Mike had been a man on a mission to make up for all of the sex they'd missed while he was incapacitated. To say that the Danko's were insatiable would be something of an understatement. Jill didn't care in the slightest. There was no place she'd rather be than wrapped up in this man's arms for the rest of her life.

Back home, they were on the couch, sharing the popcorn and teasing each other when the doorbell rang. "Tell whoever it is that we're not interested," he kissed her as she got to her feet.

Jill ran a hand through her disheveled hair as she looked through the peephole. "Isabelle?" She was surprised when she answered the door to find the young woman standing there.

"I hope I'm not disturbing you," she stammered as Mike got to his feet and made his way to the door.

"Please come in," Jill stood back to let her into the apartment. "Mike, this is . . . "

"Isabelle Hodges. Yeah, I know," he didn't know whether to be surprised or annoyed.

"I can't stay long. I wanted you to know that I just got out of rehab. It wasn't a picnic, but it opened my eyes to a lot of things. I also got my 90-day chip," she announced proudly as she showed the chip to Mike and Jill. "I know you think that I was a brat, and I was," she admitted. "I've also made arrangements to talk to some high school kids. My father is horrified, but I've actually done something to make my stepmother proud of me. I think if I hadn't seen the pictures, it never would've sunk in. The D.A. has given me permission to use some of the pictures from the accident when I go to the high school. He thinks it would be a good idea if they saw what could happen before it happens to them."

"Have you gone back to school?" Jill asked.

"Not yet. I think I'm going to wait until the fall. I want to make sure I have my shit together before I go back."

"I'm glad that my words had an impact."

"There's more," Isabelle blushed. "I think I met someone. He's the son of one of my stepmother's friends. I've known him for a while, but I never paid him any mind until now. He wasn't part of my old crowd, so I brushed him off. But, then I started talking to him one day and realized that it was okay to like someone who wasn't always getting trashed."

"Yes, it is," Mike agreed as he smiled at Jill.

"Well, anyway, I have to go. He's waiting for me downstairs. I just wanted to thank you for saving my life. I'm just sorry . . . " her voice broke as Jill took her hand.

"You'll never get over what you did," Jill told her. "But, you'll learn to move past it. Just give yourself a lot of time."

"I will. Bye," she said as Jill let her out of the apartment and closed the door behind her.

"Wow, that was . . . I'm not sure what that was," Mike sighed. "Come here, you little life saver, you," he reached his hand out to Jill as she took it.

As his mouth closed over hers, Jill instantly felt her pulse increase and her skin immediately flush with warmth. It had been that way every time he'd touched her since the very first time. "Mike?" She asked as he left her mouth to feast on her neck. "Michael?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"Can we do everything?"

"Define 'everything?'" He pulled away to look at her expectantly. He knew that she wouldn't ever go down on him. But, a guy could always hope, couldn't he?

"Okay, let me back up a little. What I meant to say is I want to feel you everywhere," she smiled as she stroked his chest with her fingers.

"I think I can handle that," he once again began kissing her neck as he began walking her backwards toward their bedroom.

As he moved her backwards, his fingers nimbly began unbuttoning the tiny buttons on the shirt that she was wearing. "I never knew you to be a multi-tasker, Danko," she whispered as he opened her shirt.

"That's me, always full of surprises," he broke contact with her neck as they stopped next to their bed.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled her into the 'v' between his legs and pressed his face into the space between her breasts. She smelled of jasmine, cinnamon, and tea roses. He could inhale the scent of her forever. He heard her breath quicken as he planted a kiss on her bare abdomen. He slipped her blouse off of her shoulders before unhooking her bra and sliding it off, as well.

Jill sighed as he cupped her breasts, gently stroking them with his fingers. She felt as if there was a switch in her body that immediately went to the 'on' position as soon as he put his hands on her. He was the second man she'd ever slept with, but the only one who'd shown her how wonderful things could be between two people who truly loved each other. He'd told her once that if she wasn't in the mood, all she had to do was tell him no. To Jill, that had never been an option. She'd find him looking at her from across a crowded room and that switch would come on. She knew that as soon as he opened her jeans and touched her, he'd find her soaking wet.

She moaned when he replaced his hands at her breasts with his lips and tongue. "Oh, Mike," she sighed as he gently nibbled at her sensitive nipples. She pressed his head closer as he continued his assault on her senses.

Just when she thought it couldn't possibly get any hotter in their bedroom, she felt him lift her up in his arms before he turned and dropped her on the mattress. Her dark brown eyes met his impossibly blue-green ones as she felt his fingers in the waistband of her jeans. The ability to breathe left her as she felt him first unbutton and then unzip the jeans before tugging them down her legs, leaving her clad in only her panties. He moved back over her as he once again enfolded her in his arms. Jill gasped as she felt his denim-clad erection pressing against her. That gasp turned into a throaty moan as he slowly rocked against her, the roughness of the denim hitting exactly the right spots.

"Tell me what you want," his voice was barely above a whisper as he stared down at her.

"You," she whispered back as she reached up to pull his head down toward her. "I want you . . . everywhere."

His mouth seemed to devour her as his lips and tongue suddenly seemed to be . . . everywhere. Just like she'd requested. She closed her eyes against the incredible sensations that he was invoking in her body. The thought went through her mind almost every time they made love. It had been almost this hot the first time. They'd probably made love a thousand times since then. How could it just keep getting better every single time? She'd fallen in love with a man who certainly knew what to do with his mouth and his hands. She remembered when he'd warned her of this the first night they made love. Before she'd let him do everything.

She trembled in anticipation as she felt his lips gradually moving their way down her body. She felt as if she'd go crazy if he didn't touch her or do something soon. The need was unbearable. She finally felt him stroking her through her panties and nearly came off of the bed with the intensity of his touch. "Harder, Michael," she begged as she tried to press herself into his fingers.

Mike stilled his fingers, amused by his wife's neediness. He reached up for the elastic of her panties and pulled them down her legs, letting them drop to the floor. He had always loved her reactions to the way he could make her body react to his touch. His own jeans instantly got just a fraction tighter as soon as he touched her and found out just how badly she wanted him. "Oh baby, you are so damn ready," he murmured as he kept up his light touch on her.

She felt like screaming at him that she'd been ready for the last hour. She was ready before that Hodges girl had shown up and interrupted everything. "Mike, please," she begged as she tried reaching for him.

"Oh, that's right," he teased as his mouth hovered just over her center. "You did say that you wanted to feel me everywhere."

"Oh my God!" She cried out as his mouth finally made contact with her.

Mike knew even as he lavished all of his loving attention on her that it wasn't going to take her long to come. Her cries and her body language were making that point all too clear. Her hands clamped into his hair and pressed him even tighter into her body, at one point making it difficult to breathe. He could feel her thighs trembling as her orgasm began crashing down on her. He flicked her clitoris with his tongue as he entered her with two fingers, pressing upwards as he heard her scream and felt her inner muscles clamping down on him.

Knowing how sensitive she was after an orgasm, he gradually eased up on his ministrations. Her breath was still heaving in her chest when he moved back on the bed and gathered her in his arms. "Someday," she panted as she lay in his arms, "I'm going to meet whoever it was who taught you all of your tricks. I'm going to meet her and I'm going to buy her a lobster dinner."

"Nobody taught me, baby," he nuzzled her neck. "It was all a matter of listening. If she liked it, I kept doing it. If she didn't, then I knew not to do it again. It's the same with you."

"Why are you still dressed?" She looked at him as if truly seeing him for the first time.

"Because I was busy taking care of you," he smiled down at her.

"How far into the state capitols have you gotten?" She asked, referring to his trick to keep from coming too soon.

"I think I'm on the 'M's.'" He kissed her as he let his hands once again roam down her naked body, reawakening her senses.

She could taste her arousal on him, something that she didn't always like, but today it seemed to fire her up again. "Well, keep thinking of them because now it's my turn," she grinned as she rapidly began unbuttoning his shirt before reaching down to the fly of his jeans.

His breath caught in his throat as she undid his jeans and slowly pulled them down, followed by his boxers. As soon as her hand clasped around his painfully erect penis, he almost came right then and there. He groaned as she tightened her grip around his head, managing to force back his impending climax. "Are you okay?" She asked as she looked at him with dark eyes that were full of passion.

"Yeah, I think you managed to avert disaster," he struggled for breath as he watched her stroking him. "Have I ever told you that watching you touch me is fucking hot as hell?"

"I'll file that away under things you've told me for the first time. But, as hot as touching you is for me," she moved forward to kiss him, "right now, I want to feel you inside of me."

Mike pulled her into his arms and rolled them over so he was on top. She cried out as he entered her with a thrust that surprised them both. She wrapped her legs around him as he thrust into her deeper, firing up her senses once again. "Baby, are you close?" She heard him ask her.

"Very," she clutched him tighter as he moved faster and even deeper, causing her to cry out as a small flame began to flare higher. "Touch me, Michael."

He reached down between their tightly joined bodies and pressed his fingers into her, causing her to shriek in pleasure as she buried her face into neck as her orgasm seemed to go on and on. His last coherent thought before his own climax spiraled out of him was hearing her repeating his name over and over as if it were a prayer. "I think that was the hottest sex I've ever had in my life," he tried to catch his breath as he felt her stroking his neck.

"Even with Miss Roamin' Hands and Rushin' Fingers?" She teased.

"Yeah, even with her."

"Well, all of my hot sex has been with you, so I wouldn't know," she smiled as he kissed her. She groaned when she felt him stirring against her once again. "How do you feel about taking a shower?"

"You want to have more mind blowing sex?" He asked in mock surprise.

"Sweetheart, its Saturday. Neither of us has to be at work until Monday. I plan on having a lot of mind blowing sex. Let's go," she shoved at him as he got off of her and held out his hand to her.

As he followed her naked body into the bathroom, he marveled at how lucky he'd gotten the day he'd wandered into that bar in Alabama and met the girl whose face was all eyes. Yes, he was a very lucky man, indeed.

The End