Chapter 21

"The Marriott?!" Emery blurted out, her eyes dancing between the building and Jon before hopping out of the truck, grabbing her bag.

Was Annalise out of her mind? She wanted something low-key, not…this extravagant. Just how much did she make at the strip joint anyway? Maybe Emery had given up a great opportunity to make some serious currency. No, she wouldn't be attacked again or nearly raped, which unfortunately is what happened to a lot of strippers. Annalise was extremely careful and knew her limitations, but not every stripper had the mindset she did.

"I guess so. Come on, let's get checked in and order some food." Annalise and Joe were already inside and probably up in their room tearing into each other.

"There has to be some sort of mistake. This is... pricey."

Jon felt weird even approaching the place. Annalise and Joe were actually in the lobby getting the rooms because Annalise had not called and reserved anything. This was not a planned night. The Marriot had not been her idea, it was Joe's. She had explained everything to him and he suggested they stay somewhere that was so out the way for them, nobody would think to hunt them down.

"I scuffed the tile, they going to sue me?"

"I'll kick you in the face..."

After finding out the reason they were staying at the Marriott, Emery felt marginally better and guided Jon up to the suite, sliding the keycard in the slot to open the door. "This is overkill…" She muttered, stepping inside and set her bag on the bed, looking around the place in awe.

There was a Jacuzzi near the bed, a balcony and huge bathroom with two other bedrooms. What kind of job did Joe have to be able to afford two suites in this place? Emery sat on the bed while Jon pushed open the balcony door to light a cigarette, noting how frazzled he looked. This was a great idea of Joe's, but at the same time very expensive. Plopping back on the bed, Emery stared up at the ceiling and extended her arms above her head, aqua eyes moving to where Jon stood. Jon pondered just what the hell Joe was doing these days for cash. Last he knew, Joe was a working guy, but hell - the Marriot? Either Joe had been saving up for a rainy day, was risking debt to impress his lady or he was selling drugs on the side or something. Smart idea, but... damn... He turned, leaning back against the railing and stared into the room, spotting Emery and a slow smile curved his lips. Being in a suite with a Jacuzzi and Emery for a night... this was suddenly a marvelous idea and his blue eyes lit up.

"What's that look in your eyes?" Emery demanded, sitting up to rest on her elbows and didn't take her gaze off of him.

She watched him flick the cigarette over the balcony and move toward her, breathing kicking up a notch. I'd been so long since she had sex, willingly, and Emery's body was screaming for attention. Instead of coming toward her, Jon started up the Jacuzzi with the bubbles and filled it with water. It was a Jacuzzi tub more than an actual Jacuzzi. Only difference was it could be drained, which was a good thing. Emery scooted closer to the edge of the bed by the Jacuzzi tub and simply observed, her mouth turning dry at the sight of Jon pulling his t-shirt over his head, revealing his muscular naked chest. Wow, she thought, trying to learn how to breathe properly again.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm stripping, what does it look like?" Jon retorted with a mischievous grin.

It was pretty obvious what he was doing. Nobody started up a Jacuzzi just for shits and giggles. Hotels charged outrageous prices for rooms with the things for a reason. They were hard to clean out and had to be done after guests checked out. Jon suddenly pitied the maids.

"You should strip too. You look like you could use some bubbly hot water goodness." Next were the jeans, he was not a shy man.

"Jon!" Emery exclaimed, immediately averting her eyes from him and covered the side of her face, already feeling her cheeks growing red hot. What the HELL? Good thing he had on boxer/briefs or this would've been incredibly awkward! "I-I think I'll pass." She stammered, beginning to roll away from the Jacuzzi tub and squealed out, being lifted from the bed with her back pressed against his chest. Being this close to him made her whole body turn to jelly and Emery was careful to look back at him, their mouths inches away from each other's. "I can't very well be in here with my clothes on…not my jeans anyway."

"Well then, Emery darlin', we have an issue." Jon murmured in her ear, amusement in his tone as he slowly set her down until her feet landed on the thick plushy carpet, not releasing her. "Either you can get your jeans wet or you can let me help you out of them."

He knew which choice he preferred. In fact, Jon slowly moved into a kneeling position, right there in front of her, tilting his head back so he could stare up into her face. His hands were on her hips now, fingers just itching to undo her jeans.

"May I?"

Emery knew why he was asking permission and couldn't speak, her vocal cords refusing to work at the moment. So she nodded, watching mesmerized as his mouth clasped the button of her jeans between his tongue and teeth, unsnapping it. He had one strong jaw to do that and there wasn't any hesitation. Jon must've had experience taking jeans off of women. Emery pushed that thought aside, gripping his broad shoulders and sucked in another sharp breath, his mouth capturing the zipper of her jeans to slide it down. She felt them loosen on her hips, her thighs trembling slightly. When he asked her to lift her leg out of one side, Emery did it without hesitation and then the other, now standing before him in a tank top and cotton grey panties.

Not remembering the last time he had seen a woman actually wearing cotton panties without lace or frills, at least not a woman he was undressing, Jon took a moment to savor the sight of her. With this woman, with Emery, his Killer, these were the sexiest things he had ever seen and he ran his hands up her smooth calves, thighs, hips and pushed himself off his knees. He was grateful for the confining boxer briefs to an extent. Guiding her towards the Jacuzzi, Jon halted long enough to take in her tank top. There were bubbles, so she would be covered and he didn't know if he liked that. There really was no turning back from this. Jon didn't want to be alone in the Jacuzzi tub and why the hell didn't Emery want to be in here with him? She missed Jon for the past month, the ache in her chest temporarily gone. Until he disappeared again. Stepping into the heated liquid, Emery stopped long enough to discard the tank top, wearing a cotton grey and pink bra beneath.

"Don't see the need in having it on." Sinking down into the water with Jon still having hold of her hand, a smile crossed her face as he kept her in front of him and Emery somehow ended up straddled on his lap, the bubbles surfacing all around them. "Happy now?"

"You have no idea." He purred, tilting his head back to rest against the ledge of the tub and sighed in contentment.

If anyone had asked him what his idea of heaven was, he'd describe this scene because, as far as he was concerned, this was it. Jon missed her, as odd as that sounded, even her annoying habit of trying to get herself killed with heroics. He pulled her down against him, feeling her head coming to a rest on his shoulder and just sat there for a few moments, feeling the tension beginning to leave her body as she fully relaxed.

"You've had a messed up month, haven't you?"

Honestly, the month had been relatively peaceful. Today was the first the murderer had struck, once again jolting her out of her comfort zone. She hated him for it, wishing they could track down the scumbag and end his existence once and for all. Something told her it was a man, though it could be a woman too. Hell, it could be an alien for all she cared! Emery just wanted whatever or whoever was doing this out of her life forever. She wouldn't mind being with Jon when it was all said and done, or now even. Pulling back from his shoulder, Emery was tired of running and being afraid of what she wanted in life. It was too short.

"Jon…"

As soon as his head turned to look down at her, Emery took a chance and rose her mouth to his, softly kissing his lips. They always had chaotic chemistry. They were like that couple who loved to hate each other and hated to love. That couple being a generalization, but everyone knew a pair like that. There were moments where they snipped at each other, cut each other down and were just general dicks. Then came these hot intense moments where the world stopped and the only thing that mattered was the electricity between them. Jon let her control the kiss, for now, returning it just as softly but firmly, knowing he couldn't push or pressure her into anything. Not her, not his Emery. His strong hands gently massaged her bare sides and the feel of her body against his, her lips parting for him... she was a killer all right, just not in the way he had originally assumed.

"You were right." Emery breathed against his mouth once the kiss broke, both of them needing oxygen in their lungs and nipped his bottom lip, pulling on it slightly. "I did miss you. And if you disappear on me again, I'll hunt you down."

She knew where he lived and should've gone there, but figured Jon wanted nothing to do with her. Judging by the way he reciprocated the kiss and his hands caressing every inch of her body he could reach, that was far from the truth. This time, Jon pulled her in for a passionate kiss and it quickly grew heated, Emery slowly moving her hips on his lap under the water. She could feel how hard he was through the thin material of the boxer briefs he had on and broke the kiss to push his head back, beginning the exploration of his neck. Her lips on his throat... and those hips grinding against him, if Jon wasn't a man who knew how to control his more primal urges, he might've exploded right then and there, especially when she nipped at his pulse point. He growled softly, one hand moving up to seize the back of her neck, the other guiding her hips, his own rising to meet hers.

"You're not going to have to hunt me down, Emery..." His eyes drifted shut and Jon couldn't keep from letting out a low raspy groan. "I'm not going anywhere..."

Nipping his strong jaw while working her way to the other side of his neck, Emery eventually rose up to capture his mouth in another soft sensual kiss. "Mmm good."

Caressing his chiseled chest, Emery squealed out in surprise, being lifted out of the Jacuzzi tub. Her back connected with the soft bed and Emery looked down at Jon with lust swirling through her now dark ocean blues mixing with cloudy cerulean. They wanted each other and maybe it would help with their constant bickering too. Once her panties were removed, Emery cried out at the feeling of Jon burying his face between her thighs and could only focus on her breathing so she didn't pass out.

"Jon…" She whimpered, trying to buck her hips, writhing against his hot mouth against her sex. "Oh fuck…"

Perhaps bubbles had not been the brightest idea, but once he got past that, it was pure Emery and Jon growled his approval when he felt her fingers threading through his damp hair. Everything about her had the potential to be addicting. Her scent, how her hips were wriggling, causing her to grind her sex against his face, how she tasted... he was glad they had skipped dinner because he was definitely ready to fill up on dessert. Jon used his tongue and lips to nibble, lick and suck, finally sliding a finger past her slick folds, groaning at the feel of being gripped. His mind supplied plenty of feedback about how she would feel around his cock. Receiving oral sex from Jon had to be the most stupefying experience of Emery's life. The feelings he created within her were explosive and raw unlike her time with Colby. Everything Jon did was right; Colby had gotten it wrong every time.

Instead of worrying about how best to get himself off, Jon focused on her and made sure Emery was fully satisfied. He didn't want to jump into sex with her full-throttle and that meant a great deal to her. Prepping her body thoroughly, Emery didn't know what kind of energy and strength she'd have left if and when they got down to the main course of the sexual bout. She lost count how many times Jon made her climax with just his teeth, lips and tongue. Somehow, Emery found the strength to flip Jon on his back with her straddling his waist and yanked the boxer briefs down his muscular legs, nipping his toned stomach on her way down the lower half of his body. It was impressive how she had held onto some strength because Jon was sure he drained her of all energy. Quite literally, drank it down like nectar.

"Emery... fuck." He rasped, struggling not to grab a fistful of her hair and thrust when her luscious lips finally wrapped around his cock. By now, it was demanding some attention. "Jesus Christ!" Colby had been out of his damn mind!

The problem with Colby was his rather…small dick. Yes, the man was dead, but Emery hadn't enjoyed sex with him or giving a blowjob because…he wasn't nearly as big as Jon. In fact, it was hard to fit all of Jon inside of her mouth whereas Colby felt like a toothpick compared to him, fully erect. That was sad. She suggested Colby get his dick looked at one night and had been slapped, being a smartass of course. Emery still loved him after that and she was starting to wonder if she was absolutely insane for being with men who intentionally hurt her. Granted, Jon was nothing like Colby, so that was a big difference between the two. Thrusting Jon's cock in and out of her mouth, Emery breathed through her nose, doing the best she could to pleasure him to the best of her ability. Hopefully, she didn't disappoint him and began fondling his balls to increase the desire for him. She didn't even have to give him a blowjob, the desire Jon felt for her was off the charts. If Emery noticed when his hand buried in her hair, she didn't give any indication and he wasn't aware he had even done it.

"Emery... keep that up," Jon hissed out through gritted teeth, raising his head up to watch her. His usually pale blues were dark with passion as he took in the delicious sight of her mouth bobbing on him. "And I'm going to cum right down your throat." That was as fair a warning as she would ever get.

Emery released his cock from her mouth, locking ocean blue on cerulean depths and continued stroking with her hand. "So do it."

A second later, her mouth engulfed his cock once again and started the torturous process all over again. It didn't take Jon long after to climax, his warm salty tasting seed shooting in the back of Emery's throat. Unlike Colby, he tasted wonderful and didn't make her want to vomit afterwards, not minding having a protein shake every once in a while. For Jon, Emery would do it every day if that's what made him happy. Only when she was sure every drop had been claimed did Emery release his cock and crawled up the length of his body until their mouths connected. Both of their essences swirled on each other's tongue and it made the moment more erotic than usual.