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Chapter Fifty-Four

The three men stood where they were, unmoving. Luke understood now, his son was in deep trouble and there was nothing he could do to help him.

Nikolas had seen and heard enough, he couldn't handle it anymore. This was not the person he knew or cared to know. It was time for the insanity to end, he couldn't keep picking up after Lucky and hope the guy figured things out. Whatever happened from her on out, he was done, he was washing his hands of his brother, it was beyond time.

Mac, was the one to finally break the uncomfortable silence, "I think you two need to head home. I do think it wise that one of you are with him though, when the news about the paternity of Sam's child comes in. It is going to be a few days, but I truly believe one of you need to be with him when the news comes in. Sam's autopsy should be concluded by now."

Both Luke and Nikolas turned towards the Chief of police. "Excuse, autopsy, why in the world, what has happened." Nikolas asked, completely perplexed, he should be feeling something, but he was devoid of all feelings.

"Are you trying to tell me that Samantha McCall was pregnant and it very well could have been my sons?" Luke asked, slightly taken aback.

Mac didn't like the black fury that surrounded the other man. He had thought that Luke and Nikolas had knowledge of Sam's impending motherhood. Whatever the reason, he now had the dark task of handing out more information that he didn't have.

"Look all I can tell you is, it happened at your place Nikolas, Alexis is at the hospital waiting for the autopsy to finish. I am pretty sure she could use you right about now. It was an accident, unless of course you take the assumed reason why Sam was there." Mac said, hating his job more and more.

"What do you mean Mac, why was she there?" Nikolas asked, astounded that he had no knowledge about what was going on in his own home.

"Sam it seems was looking for Alexis, she had Lucky's gun. From what I can gather, she intended to do her arm. Alexis didn't explain why a shot was never fired, but really how will we ever know. Sam is gone." Mac said, trying to lessen the blow. He didn't know if Sam and Nikolas had been close, but he didn't need to anger the man.

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The enraptured passion that flowed between the two was tangible, their lips fused and danced, meeting once again in a frenzy of lips and tongues, igniting a burning passion that neither could deny or tame.

Elizabeth's hands worked the muscles of his torso and arms, unable to stop the magnetic pull that his body aroused in her. She felt like her blood was boiling and she needed an outlet, her husky voice croaking out her demands, "Please Jason, please."

"What do you want?" He asked again, his own voice clouded in the hoarseness of desire. He would submit to anything she wanted, always would, but at this moment he found that he wanted to hear her say it.

"I want you, I need you. I can't wait." Elizabeth said, her words short and to the point.

She didn't wait for him to agree or not, she braved the physical pain of separation, so she could remove his pants and boxers. She pulled the clothes off in quick sudden moves. Her fingers alighting an inner fire with the trail they blazed.

As soon as the final barriers were removed, Elizabeth resituated herself in his lap, her inner fire driving him insane. He didn't know what was with her, but he only wished he could bottle it and have her like this more often.

He had thought she would take her time, trying to draw out the moment, but the insatiable need that radiated from her body was dictating how fast or slow anything moved.

Her hand wrapped around his thick girth, taking pleasure in the hiss of pleasurable pain that escaped his lips. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as her ministrations continued in a fervor.

She stroked every nerve ending to its highest peak, taking him to a precipice, but not allowing him to fall over it.

Without missing a beat, she slowly lifted her slight weight from his lap and on a downward stroke, slipped his fullness into her in one fluid motion.

The liquidity of sensations that flowed through both of them at the instant contact, shook them to their very core. It was like an orgasm but, of more than just the body, it was of the mind and heart and soul. Their entire essence partaking in the act.

As soon as she was buried to the hilt on his erection, she stopped moving, every sense on overload. She took that moment to fully allow her eyes to drink in the beauty of the man she loved.

He didn't know how much more teasing he could take, he wanted her to move, and if not her, he was going to. The comparative moist heat was sucking his life out through his pores, and he loved every minute of it. His hips shifted slightly, drawing a mewling from Elizabeth, he could take it no longer, his head dipped to hers, he took possession of her lips, tonight he was going to show her, what it was like to be loved wholly by him.

The simple kiss destroyed all her plans, no longer could she stop from moving her hips, grinding down on him, making him or trying to at least, to feel half of what she felt at that moment.

Her hips ground harder into him, but her resolve to keep him buried within didn't change, her restraint, it was going to be short lived, but right now she still wanted control. Her lips dueled with his fighting for control then submitting to his charms.

Unconscious of her motions, she slowly started moving up and down in slow steady moves, trying to take ever ounce of pleasure from their love making, trying to draw him deeper into her body.

Once again Jason threw his head back, the animalistic moan pulled from deep inside his chest, her ministrations driving him to the brink, if she didn't stop or slow down, this could turn out to be a very short session.

His rough hands slid down her sides, momentarily thrown of course by her pert breasts bouncing in time with her movements. His lips found the soft pliable flesh, he nipped and tasted his way across her, delighting in each breathy moan that escaped her mouth. The heady mixture of scents that swirled around her making him that much harder, if that was even possible, he felt like steel had taken root in his erection, stretching the skin to the breaking point.

Finally his hands rested on her hips, but he was unable to stop her movements, his hands betrayed him, helping her in her quest to drive him insane. His hands slipped lower, kneading the soft flesh of her bottom, quickening her movements. Before he could even think straight, he was pounding up to meet each of her movements.

Her head swayed from side to side, an erotic purr emanating from her lips, he could take it no longer, he claimed her mouth once again, demanding entrance with a quick push of his tongue. Their tongues dueled for supremacy, but soon, all thought was lost, he quickly moved his hand between them, working at the small bud that was infused with blood, a few quick motions and Elizabeth tore her mouth from his, pressing her mouth into his shoulder to stifle her scream of pleasure.

The pressure of pleasure was rocking her forcefully into a whole new dimension, as her body arched and started to convulse around him, Jason's mouth found her shoulder, his teeth at first gently nipping, and then more forcefully, but the pleasurable pain rocketed forward her orgasm, but it held her in its powerful hold, just when she thought the shockwaves would slow down, he moved deeper inside of her, and set her off again, after the third one, Jason followed her over the precipice, it was like hurricane inspired waves shattering on an outcropping of rocks. There bodies melted and melded into one another, their orgasm taking control of everything.

The pure look of contentment on Jason's face, broke something in her. She would forever remember this night, or rather morning, it was a look that spoke volumes about how far they had come, and how far they would go, because it looked like all the different parts of Jason had finally melded into one man. Like he had finally come home.

Jason could barely lift his head, but he wanted to see her, too really look at her. It felt like if he didn't he would be denying himself a look at heaven. For she was the epitome of everything good and sacred.

Jason pulled her down on top of him, causing her breath to whoosh out of her as she mad contact with his hard chest. She had only been resting on her hands, a foot above him, but the separation of her complete body left him needing more.

He started slow, kissing her eyes and cheeks, then moving to the hollow of her throat and the special area on the side of her neck that caused her knees to quake, making her pliable to all his desires.

He was still buried deep in her body, but he took great pleasure in the feeling of completeness. Yes each time they made love or were held securely in one another's arms, they discovered heaven. It was the love that they shared that allowed them this small glimpse.

Liz made a small movement below the waist and was greeted with a growl of pure lust, it reverberated within and throughout her. That small moan was enough to spur her on. She used her knees to gently shift Jason's body further onto the large seat.

Laying on his back, he took the joy of watching her ride him for all she was worth. A soft sweat broke out on her body, casting a glowing sheen to her already prefect form. Her hands sliding up and down her body, taking pleasure in her own hands, the flick of her tongue peaking out between her pink lips only caused him to grown louder. He honestly didn't think she knew what she did to him.

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Lucky lowered his head, only to jam his one hand roughly through his hair, tugging at it, to only change direction and slam his hand back down on the table.

He was enraged, his mind kept going back to the way Jason lifted Liz into his arms and the willingness of her to be held there. The unadulterated trust that passed between the two.

Why didn't he ever have that with her. Why was it always Jason. He could remember the nights they had made love. But with those memories, others, unbidden came with. Like the way she rolled over once the act was done, like she couldn't wait for sleep to claim her. The way she always turned her face from him, when he tried to kiss her. As the images assaulted him, he grew angrier yet.

If he wasn't chained to the table he would be pacing like a caged animal, just waiting for the opening to break free.

He wanted nothing more than to get out of here and find her. He couldn't see pass his blind rage and his desire to see her lifeless body below him, but before he killed her, he wanted her to feel exactly what it felt like to be made love to.

Whatever passed as sanity, had finally shred its way to the farthest reaches of his mind, because he could no longer even make coherent sounds. Everything was a growl of rage.

He wanted revenge, but more so, he wanted what was rightfully his. Elizabeth was his, always would be. He just had to get a handle on his emotions, because he needed to find a way out of this predicament. Then and only then, would he finally show the world what Lucky Spencer was all about.

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Max had made the mistake of turning the music down to answer his phone. For a moment he had contemplated throwing the annoying thing out the window, but he couldn't because it could be Sonny. So with the music off, he was able to hear everything that was going on behind him, not exactly sure why, these things were designed to offer privacy, but it wasn't private enough for his liking.

"Hello." He snapped into the phone.

"Hello to you too, what has your panties in a bunch?" Sonny asked.

"I have been driving around for hours, he!! I don't even know where we are right now. I have just been driving." Max said, clearly uncomfortable with the direction this conversation was heading.

"Why, it the question I would like answered. And when you say we, what do you mean We?" Sonny asked, his annoyance plowing to the forefront, reminding Max why he was boss.

"Jason, Liz, after they left the station, well I was driving them back to the hotel and… Well accidentally I lowered the partition, and I really shouldn't have, but wasn't thinking and, Oh God… It is just wrong, but ivory like in quality and so firm, yet pliable." Max spoke quickly, his sentences all jumbling together.

Sonny took a deep breath, trying to understand what the younger man was talking about, then a light dawned and he understood. And before he knew it, a deep rich laughter bubble from deep inside his chest, exploding into the phone. Taking Max by surprise.

"You mean to tell me, Jason and Elizabeth were busy entertaining one another and you made the fatal mistake of opening the window and if I gathered correctly, you saw her naked. Let me be the first to warn you, you better get that image and those words out of your head, because if he catches even the slightest inkling that you feel something, you are a dead man." Sonny said with another rich laugh. Before he could continue though, he heard for himself the passion that was obviously swelling in the car, and yet a man of his age and reputation still found himself blushing at the unwarranted images that came floating into his mind.

"Listen, start heading back here, I need to speak to Jason, so whenever you get back to town, bring them here. It's important." Sonny said, ending the call as another loud and very female voice poured into his head.

He couldn't help but shake his head, and the smile that played upon his lips, did nothing to help the beauty laying beside him, probably just as naked as Elizabeth. He quickly removed those thoughts, it just felt wrong. But that was okay, Brenda quickly made short work of any thinking skills.

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Max heard the click of the phone, but he still heard what Sonny heard and the laugh that followed it as the phone quieted. He shoved the phone back into his pocket and quickly flicked the switch to the radio, turning it louder than before, his sanity demanded it.

He took great comfort in the noise, allowing it to banish all wrong thoughts. Finally he grasped on to a thought that was important. Something was up and the boss needed to see Jason, whatever that might be, he was finally concentrating on something that didn't lay below his waist.

He didn't speed or try to get to Sonny any sooner than he needed, for one thing, he hoped by that time they would either be done or a sleep, and if that was the case either way, Sonny could darn well be the one to come out and interrupt, it wasn't going to be him again, no way no how.

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