A/N: Hey all! Another update ready for you! My apologies for the long delay between chapters. I had the chapter about half way finished when my computer crashed and deleted it. Tried everything to get it back but nothing worked. I tried rewriting it a couple of times but I was actually really happy with the original version and the rewrites just weren't doing it for me, so I decided to focus on other stories for a while and come back to this one later.
Well, after wallowing around in self-pity for my lost chapter, I'm finally happy with what I've come up with and I hope you are too. Muchos gracias to SunnyCitrus10, mckenzie, Brinchen86, thefishbelly, lauralynn87, brendanakai, afrozenheart412, RebelYell205, dannylindsayfan, liverpoolss, Alex Joleta, laurzz, nciscsinylover, MarkandLexiefan, and alexindigo for the reviews! Despite the long wait, I hope you know how much I love hearing from you!
As for the identity of the mystery woman at the door? Well read on, my friends and enjoy (holy cow) Chapter 50!
"Can I help you?"
The woman on the other side of the door blinked at Lindsay. She was clearly not who the woman had been expecting.
"Oh. Um..." the blonde stuttered, stepping back and taking a look at the room number on the wall beside the door.
"Hello?" Lindsay prompted again. "Did you want something? Or…"
"Um… God. I'm so sorry," the blond replied, obviously somewhat flustered. "I… I must have the wrong room. I thought…" Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and she smiled shyly at Lindsay. "Sorry. I'll just… I'd better go. I'm sorry for bothering you."
She was about to turn and go when Lindsay narrowed her eyes. "Who are you looking for?" she asked, her tone wary.
"I… I was looking for an old friend of mine. But obviously I got the rooms mixed up."
Lindsay pursed her lips together in a thin line. "You said you were looking for Danny," she said flatly. "When you were banging on the door. You said his name."
"Um… yeah. I did," the blonde said, taking a step back toward the door. "Why? Do you know him?"
Lindsay gave a small snort of laughter and crossed her arms over her chest, her brown eyes twinkling with amusement. "You could say that," she said. "I'm his wife."
The blonde looked perplexed for a moment, then her face broke out in a wide, friendly smile. "Oh my God," she exclaimed with delight, taking Lindsay completely off guard. "You're Lindsay!"
Now it was Lindsay's turn to be confused. How the hell did this woman know her name? "Yes… I am," she said cautiously.
The blonde let out an elated squeal. "Oooh! I've heard so much about you!" she gushed excitedly. "Danny talks about you all the time! God, I'm so happy to finally meet you!"
She reached out and pulled Lindsay into a tight hug. Not quite sure how to react, Lindsay awkwardly patted the woman on the back before trying to peel herself from her vice-like grip. "I'm sorry," she said, running her hands over her dress to smooth out the crinkles the woman had inflicted with her unexpected embrace. "But… who are you?"
The blonde let out a hoot of laughter and shook her head, obviously nonplussed by Lindsay's question. In fact, she seemed to find it quite amusing.
"Jesus. Where are my manners?" she twittered. "I'm Jamie."
Lindsay stared blankly back at her while her mind went into overdrive. Jamie? Was she supposed to know who that was? Then it hit her. She remembered back to a night just a few months ago when she and Danny had been out for dinner with Dario and his fiancée Julie and the two men had started telling stories on one another about their childhood. They reminisced about all the scrapes they'd gotten into and Lindsay recalled that the majority of their exploits also involved someone named Jamie. Thinking nothing of it at the time, Lindsay suddenly realized that she'd made the automatic assumption that Jamie was a guy.
"You're Jamie?" Lindsay blurted out rudely before she could stop herself. She cast her eyes down Jamie's curvaceous figure – her very womanly figure – clad in her alluring designer dress and she felt her blood begin to boil. How could Danny have forgotten to mention that his old pal Jamie was probably the most gorgeous woman on the face of the earth? He and Dario talked about her enough; it was clear that they had all been very close at one point in their lives and it wasn't like it was some tiny detail that could have slipped his mind. Actually, there were two very large details that Danny definitely should have mentioned, Lindsay thought acerbically as she let her eyes dart to Jamie's barely contained cleavage.
Either Jamie hadn't noticed Lindsay's verbal faux-pas or she was choosing to overlook it. Instead, she smiled brightly at Lindsay and shook her head. "I can't believe I finally get to meet you," she said. "I've heard so much about you and every time I hear from Danny it's always Lindsay-this and Lindsay-that… Guy's got it bad for you, you lucky girl! I've never seen him so head-over-heels!"
Lindsay blushed, her anger diminished somewhat by the fact that while Danny may not have mentioned Jamie to her… he'd clearly been more than happy to let this woman know he was absolutely and completely off the market.
"Well, he's not the only lucky one," Lindsay demurred with a small smile. Suddenly aware of the fact that she was talking to someone that was little more than a stranger to her, she decided to turn the conversation around. "So… um, I don't mean to be rude," she began, "But how come I haven't met you before?"
Jamie shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. "I haven't really been around. My job keeps me on the go and it's been a few years since my last trip back to New York. But when Dario told me he was getting married, I had to come back and check out the wife-to-be," she said with a wink. "You know… make sure she's good enough for him, and all that. I didn't get that chance with Danny, so I figured one out of two ain't bad."
Not quite sure how to take that comment, Lindsay steered their conversation in a different direction, hoping to get some more information from Jamie about her sudden appearance at their hotel room door. "So… did you want something from Danny? Can I give him a message for you?" she asked, jerking her thumb in the direction of the bedroom. "He's just getting changed, but I'm sure he'd be happy to see an old friend."
"Oh, just tell him that I say hi, and that I'll catch up with him sometime this weekend," Jamie said with a smile. "And, you know… I hope that you and I can have a drink or something together. I'd love to get to know the girl that finally took the untamable Danny Messer off the market."
"Well, where Danny goes, I go," Lindsay said, a hint of possessiveness in her voice. Jamie seemed like a nice enough girl – friendly, warm, welcoming – but having known her for all of five minutes, Lindsay wasn't exactly bursting with excitement at the prospect of letting her husband wander off alone with the buxom blonde.
"Good," Jamie said with a nod of her platinum head. "Well, I'm gonna head downstairs… I guess I'll see you guys at dinner."
"Okay. See you."
With a wave of her hand, Jamie turned and walked away down the hall, leaving Lindsay staring after her with her brow slightly furrowed at the way her shapely figure seemed to defy the laws of physics and actually glide and bounce at the same time. When she was out of site around the corner, Lindsay closed the door, sliding the security chain in place before she took a moment to collect herself.
Jamie's cell phone let out a shrill whine just as she stepped into the elevator and she pulled it from her purse, letting out an amused chuckle as she saw the name displayed on her Caller ID.
"Well, well, well… Daniel Messer. Were your ears burning? We were just talking about you."
"Jesus Christ, Jamie. What the hell is wrong with you?" Danny hissed. "You couldn't have waited to see me downstairs? Now I gotta come up with some excuse for why you're suddenly showing up at my door… probably dressed in something completely inappropriate, if I know you. You trying to make my life miserable?"
Jamie shook her head and laughed. "I'm so sorry, Danny. I wasn't even thinking," she admitted. "I just got here and I wanted to give it to you right away. You know how I am… If I hang onto it for too long, I'll end up losing it."
"So you got it?" he asked, a note of excitement in his voice. "How's it look? Do you think… do you think she'll like it?"
"Yeah, Danny. I think she's gonna love it," Jamie said. "It's gorgeous."
She heard him release a breath of relief. "I owe you big time, Jamie. Thank you."
"It was no problem, Danny. Really," Jamie said. "I've got it in my purse, so just come find me at dinner and I'll give it to you then, okay?"
"Sounds good," Danny replied. "And thanks again."
"Anytime. And Danny?"
"Yeah?"
"She's lovely," Jamie said. "And I can tell she's got it bad for you… God only knows why when you're the grumpiest son of a bitch I've ever met in my life."
Danny laughed. "Yeah, well… there's no accounting for taste, I guess… shit. I gotta go, Jamie. I'll talk to you later, yeah?"
"Oh, you are so whipped!" Jamie giggled, earning a good-natured grumble from Danny. "Later, Danny."
Just as Danny tucked his phone into his jeans pocket, the bedroom door opened and Lindsay stood in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest. Trying to play it cool and nonchalant, Danny slid his arms into the sleeves of his white dress shirt.
"Hey, babe," he said as he buttoned his shirt front. "Who was at the door?"
Lindsay rolled her eyes. "Don't give me that bullshit, Danny," she snapped, brushing past him as she stalked into the bedroom. "You know very well who that was. I could see it in your eyes when she was knocking on the door. You recognized her voice."
Busying herself with the task of searching through her suitcase for her shoes, she heard Danny sigh.
"Alright, fine," he admitted. "I thought it might be Jamie. But Linds… it's been a long time since I saw her last. I figured there was a chance I was wrong and it might have been someone else."
"That's not what she says," Lindsay shot back. "She makes it sound like she talks to you all the time."
"Linds, it's not… it's not like that. Jamie's just a friend. And I don't think that two or three emails a year can really be classified as all the time."
Lindsay glared at him. "Don't play the semantics game with me, Danny," she growled. "It doesn't matter if it's just once or a thousand times… I just don't understand why you didn't tell me about her."
"I'm sorry, baby," Danny lamented, sitting down on the edge of the bed and running his hand through his hair. He really was sorry. He'd intended to introduce the two of them at dinner and Jamie showing up at the door had not been part of his plan. And as he watched his wife paw miserably through her suitcase, he could see the hurt on her face and he felt terrible. "Are you okay?"
"Fine."
"Lindsay…"
"Just leave me alone." She gave her suitcase an angry shove, causing it to topple onto its back so that she could unzip it and tear properly through its contents. "Jesus Christ! Where the hell are they?"
"Can I help?" Danny asked. "What are you looking for?"
"My shoes! I'm looking for my shoes!" Lindsay wailed as she rifled through the piles of clothing. "But I can't… I was so sure I saw them!"
"Um… babe?"
"Danny, I'm busy," she snapped.
"But… sweetheart…"
"What, Danny?" she barked, throwing her arms in the air in a mixture of frustration and anger. "What do you want?"
Danny bent down and picked up a pair of white strappy sandals from the floor beside the bed. "These shoes?" he asked, holding them up for her to see.
Shooting daggers at him with her eyes, Lindsay got to her feet and smoothed down her dress, trying to regain some small measure of her composure. "Yes. Those are the ones," she said, attempting to make her voice come out normally, although her emotions were still swirling inside of her. Danny took a few tentative steps toward her, the shoes dangling from his fingertips. "Thank you," she said meekly, accepting the shoes from him. He smiled back at her, but his expression was wary as if he wasn't sure whether she was going to start shouting at him again.
"I'm sorry, Lindsay," he repeated. "You're right. I should have made sure that you understood who Jamie was. I never meant for you to be blindsided like that. But you've got to know that I don't see her the way other guys might. We've known each other since we were little kids and she's more like a cousin to me than anything else."
"A cousin with a rack like a Playboy Bunny," Lindsay grumbled.
Danny couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, babe. You got nothing to worry about in that department," he assured her, closing the distance between them. Pulling her into his arms he brushed the shell of her ear with his lips. "Have I ever once complained about your rack? Or any other part of your body?"
Lindsay shook her head and slid her hands around his waist. "No."
"That's right," Danny said, kissing her cheek. "Because I love every inch of you and I wouldn't change a thing."
Lindsay pulled back from their embrace and smiled up at him. "I'm sorry I yelled at you," she said.
He returned her smile and shrugged his shoulders. "S'okay. I deserved it."
"You wanna make it up to me?" Lindsay asked, fluttering her lashes coyly. She leaned in and pressed a kiss to Danny's lips. "Tell me again how much you love my body."
"I'd rather show you," Danny replied. "In fact, I was about to show you in the bathroom before we got interrupted."
"Danny," she sighed when he took her earlobe into his mouth and sucked on the tender skin. "Baby... don't. We can't... dinner..."
"Dinner can wait," Danny murmured in her ear as his hands moved to the knot tied at the base of her neck which was all that held up the halter top of her dress. "But I can't." Taking one of the ties in his hand, Danny waited for any sign or word of protest from Lindsay. When none came, he tugged gently and the knot came undone, the fabric of her dress falling from her chest. Danny let out an appreciative sigh at the sight of her breasts and he cupped them in his hands, feeling her nipples harden into tight nubs as he tenderly teased and stroked them with his thumbs. "I love the way you fit in my hands, Lindsay," he whispered. "So what if other girls might be bigger? When you put the whole package together… you're perfect. Don't ever forget that."
As if to solidify the meaning behind his words, Danny captured her lips with his and kissed her hungrily, eliciting a groan of longing from deep within her and causing her insides to turn to jelly. He slowly began to grind against her body and she felt his building erection pressing into her stomach. Lindsay clutched at Danny's hair with one hand while the other made quick work of his fly, and soon her fingers were wrapped around his cock, stroking his length and earning a low rumble of desire from deep in his chest. He broke their kiss and pulled back, his cheeks flushed with colour and his blue eyes flashing with longing. He bent his head and began to trail open-mouthed kisses to her neck, her shoulder, her jaw. When he finally spoke again, his breath was hot and enticing in her ear. "I need you, Lindsay. I know we don't have time for me to love you like I want to right now… but I promise I'll spend all night loving you properly if you want me to. I just need to feel you."
Lindsay bit her lip and tried to sort out her lust-addled thoughts. She wanted him too. She was tired of the teasing and the flirting of the past few days. Danny wasn't the only one who had been suffering from sexual frustration since her plans to seduce him the night before had gone out the window thanks to her morning sickness. His body felt so warm and inviting and the love and desire she could feel emanating from his him was almost overwhelming. She desperately wanted him inside of her. People were probably still checking in downstairs and surely they'd want a few minutes to freshen up before dinner. If they were really quick, maybe...
"What are you waiting for, cowboy? We haven't got all day."
That was all Danny needed to hear. His hands undid the sash around her waist before moving on to the zipper up the back of her dress and soon she stood before him in nothing but her panties. He hooked his fingers in the elastic waist and tugged them impatiently down her legs. When he straightened up, Lindsay wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss, her tongue languidly exploring his mouth while his hands wandered over her naked body, fanning the flames that had already ignited in her belly.
She tilted her head, deepening their kiss while her hands freed him from his jeans and underwear, the garments pooling around his ankles. He quickly kicked his legs free before walking Lindsay backward and she soon found herself with her back pressed against the wall and her legs hitched around Danny's waist with his hardened member seeking the familiar warmth of her opening.
"Yes, Danny. Please," she panted between heated kisses. "Please. I want you. Oh!" She closed her eyes and threw her head back as he entered her in one smooth, slow motion, pausing once he was fully encased within her body. She nipped at his lower lip, taking it into her mouth and sucking hard, rocking her hips against his pelvis in an attempt to get him to start moving.
Soon they'd found a rhythm that was hard and fast, both of them panting and groaning with pleasure as Danny filled her over and over again. This wasn't the gentle lovemaking of the other night, when they'd simply wanted to take their time exploring one another. This was raw and primal; pure lust at its very finest.
"Oh, God... oh shit... Danny... harder, baby. I want it harder. I need more."
Bracing himself against the wall with one arm, Danny shifted the angle of his penetration and soon Lindsay's body began to quiver and tighten, the hot pool in her abdomen on the verge of exploding. Reaching down between their bodies, she began to tease and flick her clit.
Feeling her hand moving between them, Danny glanced down. "Shit, Linds... that is so damn hot," he growled, his voice hoarse with desire.
"Yeah? You like that?" she asked, her arousal deepening as she watched Danny's eyes focused on the movement of her hand. "You like it when I touch myself?"
"Hell yeah," he panted. "You got no idea... so goddamn sexy."
"Mmm... deeper, baby," Lindsay moaned, quickening the pace of her fingers. "Oh... please! More!"
"I can't go any deeper, Linds," Danny replied, breathless from his exertions. "I don't wanna hurt you."
"You're not... you won't..." Lindsay assured him. "I'm so close, Danny. Please!"
Hearing the pleading in his wife's voice, Danny adjusted his hold on Lindsay, hitching her higher up the wall and spreading her legs wider, allowing him to go just that little bit deeper. He slowed his speed, pressing into her as far as he dared and holding his position before pulling out quickly. He continued this pattern - slowly in then quickly out - until Lindsay threw her head back and let out a loud groan of pleasure, her nails digging hard into his shoulders while she trembled and finally let go, her core tightening around his cock as her orgasm rocked her body.
"Yes! Yes! Oh God, yes!" she panted as intense waves of pleasure rippled outward from her core. She drew her hand out from where she had continued to stimulate her clit and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a fiery kiss, her tongue roughly trolling around in his mouth while he once again picked up his pace in search of his own climax. He moaned against her lips when he felt the first stirrings of his orgasm and it wasn't long before he spilled inside of her. He leaned heavily on his arms to keep from collapsing when his legs threatened to give out on him after the strain of holding up the both of them against the wall for so long.
"Jesus Christ," he breathed, slowly lowering Lindsay's feet back down to the ground. He grinned down at his wife who was lovingly stroking her hands up and down his back under the fabric of his shirt. "You are a dirty girl Montana. It's been a while since we did it rough like that. You okay?"
"Mmm..." she sighed, standing on her tiptoes to reach his lips for a kiss. "More than okay, cowboy. You?"
"I think I might need a nap," Danny replied with a wry grin. "You wore me out, babe."
"You started it," Lindsay chuckled. "Next time maybe you'll think twice before starting something you can't finish."
Danny raised his eyebrows. "Excuse me? Who says I didn't finish?" he asked. "If you need proof, I'd be more than happy to provide you with an instant replay." He smiled and tenderly swiped a stray curl from her forehead before pressing a kiss to the same spot.
They stayed entangled in one another's embrace against the wall until they'd managed to catch their breaths. Lindsay glanced over Danny's shoulder at the clock on the bedside table, letting out a sigh as she saw the time.
"We'd better get a move on," she said. "People are gonna be wondering where we are."
"Yeah I guess," Danny agreed. "And Lucy has definitely slept long enough. Any longer and she'll never sleep tonight."
Raising herself up onto her toes, Lindsay pecked Danny lightly on the lips. "I gotta go clean up a bit. Can you get Lucy ready?"
Danny winked at her. "You got it, babe."
Gathering her discarded clothes in her arms, Lindsay slipped into the bathroom to re-dress and check her appearance in the mirror. She was pleasantly surprised to find that her hair and makeup weren't too badly disheveled. After getting back into her clothes, she slid her feet into her shoes before she quickly fluffed her hair with her fingers and applied a coat of gloss to her lips. She smiled at her reflection as she overheard Lucy's little voice chatting animatedly to Danny as he woke her from her nap.
She stepped out of the bathroom to see Danny sitting on the couch getting Lucy into the little pink party dress Lindsay had set out for her.
"Mama!" Lucy bellowed, grinning widely up at her mother. "Yoo-see all done s'eep!"
"I can see that," Lindsay replied. "Did you have a nice nap?"
"Yup," Lucy answered. "Yoo-see pwetty?"
"You look so pretty, baby," Lindsay smiled.
"An' Mama pwetty," Lucy continued, pointing at Lindsay.
"Yeah, Mommy looks beautiful, doesn't she?" Danny asked. "Can you say beautiful, sweetheart? Beautiful?" he repeated, sounding out the word.
"Boo'full," Lucy parroted. "Dada boo'full!"
Danny groaned. "No, sweetie. Boys aren't beautiful and Daddy's a boy. Mommy is beautiful."
"An' Dada too. Boo'full."
Lindsay giggled and rested her chin on Danny's shoulder, kissing his cheek. "I think you're beautiful, baby."
"Shut up," Danny replied. "You're not helping." He swooped Lucy up into his arms and growled playfully as he pretended to nibble on her tummy, causing the little girl to erupt in a fit of giggles. "You ready to go get some dinner, you little monkey?"
"Yah! Hung-wee!" Lucy squealed.
"Alright, let's go. I'm starving," he said, getting to his feet. He shot a cheeky wink in Lindsay's direction. "Mommy made me work up an appetite."
"Danny!" Lindsay chastised. "Don't tell her that!"
"What? She doesn't know what it means," he laughed. "Besides, when am I not hungry?"
Lindsay shook her head as she grabbed her purse from the table, checking that she had her keycard before she led the way to the door. "You're insatiable, is what you are. In more ways than one."
*Lets out a deep, satisfied sigh*
You have no idea how good it feels to finally post this chapter! I felt bad about keeping you all waiting and a number of you mentioned in reviews and PMs that you were getting a little anxious because of the dry spell Danny and Lindsay have been in over the past few chapters. I was actually going to postpone the smut for later, but I figured I owed it to you all for your patience.
Thanks again for reading and sticking with me! As always, I'm anxiously looking forward to hear what you thought of this chapter.
Until next time!
*rhymes*
