Alliances

Part 5

The drive from the Myerson Symphony Center to the Hyatt Regency Dallas was less than five miles, but it may as well have been a trip across the entire state of Texas. J.R. ached for Sue Ellen, and his appetite for her was unrelenting. His desire for her had been heightened by the way she caustically tore down Cliff Barnes and Marilee Stone earlier that evening. The words she used were straight out of the J.R. Ewing handbook. Her words were scathing, but in a subtle way. J.R. recalled the enraged look on Marilee's face when Sue Ellen reminded Cliff how difficult it would be to keep Marilee quiet when the lights went down, an off-hand reference to Marilee's obnoxious and often reprehensible behavior, not to mention her outspoken comments both public, and private.

Sue Ellen seductively rubbed her hand up and down J.R.'s thigh as he drove to the hotel.

J.R.'s voice was deep with lust when he said, "God, Sugar, I can't tell you what your touch does to me. I could pull this car off to a secluded part of the road, and make love to you right now, if I thought we could get away with it."

Sue Ellen breathlessly said, "We'd better hurry and get to the hotel then, wouldn't you agree?"

The Hyatt Regency Dallas was a convention hotel located in the West End District of Dallas. The property was connected with Reunion Tower. It was a fifty-story building famous for it's lighted geodesic dome. Hyatt's signature glass elevators offered a view of a light-filled atrium, in addition to a twenty-foot stone waterfall fountain at the lobby entrance.

J.R. drove his Cadillac Allante' into the valet parking area in front of the entrance to the hotel. The valet parking attendant opened the door for Sue Ellen, while J.R. quickly walked around the front of the car to hand his keys to the valet's attendant. J.R. put his arm around Sue Ellen's waist, and escorted her into the hotel. They walked at a frenzied pace through the elegant hotel lobby toward the elevators. J.R. gave Sue Ellen an impassioned gaze as they waited for the elevator doors to open. Sue Ellen leaned her body against J.R., anxious for what awaited her inside the hotel room.

J.R. pulled Sue Ellen into his embrace as the elevator doors closed. He reached his hand up over his head, and pushed aside the security camera inside the elevator. He hungrily kissed Sue Ellen, leaving her dizzy and out of breath. The elevator doors opened on the twenty-eighth floor of the luxurious hotel. J.R. reached his hand into the interior pocket of his jacket, and pulled out the door pass-card to the Presidential Suite. J.R. wanted nothing to interfere with his plans, and having the pass-card ready would expedite his mission. He inserted the card into the bar code reader on the entry panel. The green light flashed, and J.R. opened the door.

Sue Ellen slowly walked past J.R. into the hotel room. She glanced around the lavishly decorated hotel room. The decor was contemporary with fabrics in subtle greens, and ecru, and featured a frosted glass door leading to the bathroom with its marble topped vanity, sleek chrome fixtures, tiled floors and curved shower rods. She turned her head, as she heard J.R. close and lock the door. Sue Ellen climbed the staircase to the second floor of the suite, to the master bedroom. J.R. followed after her, running his hand along the brass railing leading upstairs, and stopped when he reached the second floor.

J.R. said, "Sue Ellen . . . "

Sue Ellen turned her head over her shoulder, and gave J.R. a sensuous stare, waiting for him to make the next move. J.R. bridged the distance between them with a few short steps. He pulled Sue Ellen to him, and lunged at her neck with his mouth. She inhaled as his teeth bit at the delicate skin at the base of her collar bone. J.R. slid his hand underneath one of the straps of Sue Ellen's evening gown. Sue Ellen turned her head into J.R.'s kisses. J.R. lifted her trembling body into his arms, and carried her over to the king-sized bed. He lowered her on top of the mattress, and removed his jacket. Sue Ellen glanced at the jacket as it fell to the floor.

J.R. lifted his hands to his tie, loosening it, and pulling it over his head, as he leaned over Sue Ellen. Sue Ellen lifted her hand to J.R.'s crisp, white dress shirt. The fabric was soft, and smooth to the touch. She could feel his body heat emanating through the fabric. J.R. lifted her hand to his mouth, and kissed her fingers. Sue Ellen watched as his lips caressed each manicured fingernail individually. J.R. lifted his shirt over his head, not wanting to waste precious time by undoing the buttons. His hand moved up the bodice of Sue Ellen's gown. His touch felt as if it would burn her skin through the filmy fabric of her gown. J.R. covered her mouth with kisses, as she moved her body underneath him.

J.R. stood up from the bed, and removed her gown, revealing a lacy, black strapless brassiere. She wore a garter belt attached to lace-trimmed, black thigh-high stockings. J.R. pulled off one of her high heeled shoes, and rubbed his hand down her foot. He kissed at her ankle, and she closed her eyes. She tilted her head back, as his hand traveled up her stocking clad leg. J.R. slowly moved his hand from Sue Ellen's ankle to her calf, then to her knee. He kissed the inside of her knee, and she gasped. She gripped the mattress' coverlet in her fingers, as J.R.'s hand continued its path down her leg, until his hand reached the lace-trimmed top of her thigh-high stocking, J.R. twisted the garter belt closure between his thumb and fore-finger, and the closure snapped open. J.R. placed Sue Ellen's leg on his shoulder, and removed the shoe from her other foot. He rubbed her toes with his hand.

Sue Ellen throatily said, "Oh, J.R., I want you . . . "

J.R. kept Sue Ellen waiting. His eyes never left their rapt focus on her face. He held her seductive gaze while he teased and tantalized her mercilessly. He slowly moved his hand to her heel, and kissed the inside of her ankle, tracing his thumb where his lips had been. He moved both of his hands over her calf muscle, and bent her knee, as he reached one hand toward her garter belt. He placed one finger underneath the lacy trim at the top of the thigh-high stocking. Sue Ellen moved her leg from his shoulder, and touched J.R.'s chest with her toes. She let her toes travel from the thatch of silver hair on his chest down to his chiseled stomach muscles.

J.R. reached for her foot, and shook his head, saying, "No, not yet."

Sue Ellen's voice was barely audible when she said, "J.R, please? I...I can't wait."

J.R. hovered over Sue Ellen, as she watched his trousers slide over the side of the bed. J.R. touched her shoulders, and stared into her eyes, searching for a look that mirrored his own overpowering desire. Sue Ellen arched her back, as J.R. took her. His hand swept over her torso, leaving her writhing underneath him. Their hips met, as J.R. called out her name. He repeated her name over and over, as he increased the pace of his rhythmic gyrations. Sue Ellen was lost in the thunderous sound of his voice, as he cried out, then collapsed against her chest.

J.R. tightly held Sue Ellen in his arms. She became his reason for living at that very instant. She was the only woman in the world that he wanted, or wanted to be with. Sue Ellen gently kissed the side of his neck, inhaling the intricate mixture of the aroma of his cologne, and the raw essence of his masculinity. She closed her eyes as she inhaled deeply. J.R. rolled off of her, and hugged her to his side. They were met with gratifying slumber.

J.R. awoke to find Sue Ellen wearing a robe, standing outside on the balcony. He climbed out of the bed, and put on one of the hotel's guest robes, and walked over toward Sue Ellen. He put his arms around her, and kissed her cheek.

"Good Morning, Darlin'," she said.

She lifted her hands and rubbed them over J.R.'s arms. She leaned into him, and asked, "Did you sleep well?"

J.R. said, "Mmm-hmm. How did you sleep?"

Sue Ellen kissed his arm, and said, "I always sleep very well when I'm in your arms."

J.R. turned Sue Ellen around, and said, "Last night was amazing, Sugar. You looked so beautiful. I couldn't take my eyes off of you all evening. Then when we got here, I couldn't help myself."

Sue Ellen grinned at him, and said, "Oh, but you did help yourself, didn't you, Darlin'? You were amazing, J.R. I'm still shakin', and my knees are weak."

J.R. said, "I don't know about you, Honey, but I worked up quite an appetite. I think I'll call room service and order breakfast. Is there anything special that you'd like me to order?"

Sue Ellen said, "I'm starvin'. Why don't you surprise me, J.R.?"

Sue Ellen followed J.R. back inside the hotel room. She sat down on one of the overstuffed chairs in the parlor of the suite, and pulled her legs underneath her. J.R. looked at her, and smiled, as he waited for room service to respond to his call. J.R. ordered breakfast for two which consisted of a variety of fresh fruit, fluffy pancakes covered with whipped butter and hot maple syrup, and a pot of freshly brewed coffee.

Sue Ellen asked, "Did they say how long it would take before we get our food? My stomach is growlin' like crazy."

J.R. laughed out loud at her comment. His stomach was rumbling and he was surprised that she couldn't hear it. J.R. walked over by Sue Ellen to sit on one of the chairs, when he heard room service knocking on the door.

Sue Ellen said, "I'm very impressed, that didn't take them long at all."

J.R. opened the door, and watched as an older, grey-haired gentleman pushed a serving cart into the room. J.R. reached into the pocket of his jacket, and removed a twenty-dollar bill. He handed it to the gentleman, and thanked him for his prompt response. J.R. closed the hotel room door, as the man walked out. J.R. wheeled the cart over to the table, and lifted the sterling silver covers off of the two food trays.

Sue Ellen inhaled, and said, "That smells wonderful, J.R."

Sue Ellen poured coffee for both of them, while J.R. placed the trays on a dining table large enough to serve ten people. Sue Ellen sat down at the table next to J.R. and lifted her coffee mug.

She said, "A toast to new alliances."

J.R. lifted his coffee mug, and tapped it against the side of Sue Ellen's coffee mug, and said, "I'll drink to that, Sugar."

They quickly finished eating, and decided to take a shower to freshen up before driving back to Southfork. Sue Ellen glanced at her reflection in the floor length mirror in the master bath. Her hair was disheveled, and she frowned at her reflection.

She said, "I look dreadful, I'm a mess."

J.R. said, "No you don't, Sugar, You look like a woman who's been thoroughly made love to."

Sue Ellen turned around as J.R. removed his robe. She tried to keep her eyes from peering at his lower half. He lowered the shawl collar of her robe over her shoulders, as he leaned in for a kiss. Sue Ellen untied the robe's sash, and let it fall to the bathroom floor. J.R. pulled out the knob for the shower, as the hot, steamy water enveloped the room. Sue Ellen stepped into the shower stall, as J.R. followed her movements with his deep blue eyes. J.R. stepped behind Sue Ellen, as the water ran down her back, over her hips, and down her legs.

Sue Ellen's skin was a deep bronze color, except where her bathing suit had covered. The contrast in colors simultaneously aroused and fascinated J.R. He pulled her against him, and kissed her neck. Sue Ellen reached her hand to his head, and pulled his head down closer to her. J.R. slid his hands over her wet skin. Sue Ellen pushed her back against him. J.R. reached out his hand and shut off the water. He threw open the shower curtain, and pulled Sue Ellen out of the stall. He lifted her into his arms, and carried her over to the bed. He sat on the bed, and pulled Sue Ellen onto his lap. Sue Ellen straddled him with her legs, as she moved her hips against him.

J.R. lay on his back, as Sue Ellen climbed over him. She slowly moved her hips back and forth against him, sending him into a frenzy, as his need for her escalated. Sue Ellen punished him for the way he had tormented her the night before. She would bring him to the edge, then slow her pace. J.R. moaned out loud as he reached the peak. Sue Ellen lifted her hand to her mouth, and bit at her fingernail.

She said, "That was definitely worth postponin' a shower for, Darlin'."

J.R. laughed, and said, "Come here, Sugar."

Sue Ellen lay on his chest, running her fingers through the patch of damp hair. She had no idea what her touch was doing to J.R., she only knew how incredible it felt when his skin was on hers. J.R. was doing all that he could to resist the steadily rising urge he had to take her, and force her to surrender to his every whim. Sue Ellen kissed J.R.'s lower lip, teasing at his lip with her tongue. J.R. didn't care that her hair was dripping water onto his face, and into his eyes. His sole concern was how good it felt to be able to hold Sue Ellen in his arms. Gone were the days of fighting for control of an oil empire. He had vowed to remain faithful to Sue Ellen, married or otherwise, and so far he had managed to be true to his word. The old J.R. Ewing was a bad memory to him. He was in love for the last time.

J.R. said, "Sue Ellen, I know what I have to ask you isn't exactly pillow talk, but I was wonderin' if you have given any more thought about becomin' a silent partner with me?"

Sue Ellen seemed annoyed, and said, "J.R. when have I had time to think about that? Good lord, I haven't even taken the time to arrange interviews for my new buyer, much less scout around for a cover model."

J.R. said, "I didn't ask that to upset you, Honey. I was curious. I just want you to know that I think it would be a rewarding arrangement for both of us."

Sue Ellen said, "I know, J.R. I'm sorry, it's a very sweet offer, but I still need some time, okay?"

J.R. smiled at her, and said, "Well, if there's anything that I can do to lessen your workload, let me know? I'd be more than happy to interview cover models for you."

Sue Ellen playfully slapped at his shoulder, and said, "That isn't even remotely funny, J.R."

J.R. said, "I'm only teasin you, Sugar. I still think that you would make one hell of a lingerie model. The only problem I'd have with that would be the thought of some perverted, old geezer oglin' your picture, and doin' God only knows what else, in a dark alley somewhere."

Sue Ellen said, "J.R. Ewing, that is the worst thing I've heard. Thanks for the visual. Honestly, I don't know where you come up with some of the things you say."

J.R. laughed and pulled her to him for a kiss. They dried off, and dressed for the drive back to Southfork. J.R. thought about how he would really feel about Sue Ellen modeling lingerie. She certainly had the figure for it, but he struggled with the thought of other men seeing her as he did. They had wasted far too much time to get to this point in their relationship for him to feel jealous or insecure, but the thought of Sue Ellen with another man, real or imagined sent J.R. into a jealous rage. He found himself wondering if Sue Ellen had been as passionate with Don Lockwood, or Dusty Farlow, or, God forbid, Cliff Barnes, as she was with J.R.? He knew that he shouldn't dwell on the past, but the insecure little boy in J.R. couldn't help it. Sue Ellen could sense his distraction, and squeezed his hand.

She said, "J.R. is everything all right? You seem so distant."

J.R. smiled at her, and said, "I'm sorry, Sugar. I'm just fine. I was just thinkin' about helpin' you find a new model for your company."

Sue Ellen was intrigued, and said, "What are your thoughts, J.R.?"

J.R. said, "Well, to be perfectly honest, I think you would be a perfect high-end lingerie model. I trust you with my life, Honey, but . . . "

Sue Ellen stopped him, saying, "J.R., I can't run a company and model, too. As far as my modeling is concerned, that was a very long time ago. Times have changed, people have changed, and let's face it, I'm not as young as I was then."

J.R. stepped on the brakes, and slowly pulled the car off the road.

He turned to face Sue Ellen, and said, "Honey, look at me. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known, you look better now than you did when I first met you. With that in mind, I don't think I'm secure enough to handle the thought of you modelin' lingerie. I know this much, you would make an exceptional model, and age has nothin' to do with it."

Sue Ellen's jaw dropped open. She hadn't heard the tone in J.R.'s voice since before their divorce. He had flattered her, and scolded her in the same breath.

J.R. touched her cheek, and said, "You've got a lot to think about, Sue Ellen. I won't push you. I just wanted you to know how I feel."

Sue Ellen stared at J.R. His bold declaration caught her unaware. She didn't know whether to thank him for his flattery, or be angry with him for his demeaning tone.

J.R. said, "I love you, Sue Ellen. I don't want anything comin' between us at this point in our life. I was a fool to let business destroy our relationship before. I won't ever let business come between us again."

Sue Ellen bravely fought back the emotion his words had stirred, and said, "I love you, J.R. Let's go home."

J.R. looked into his side-view mirror before pulling out into traffic. A cloud of dust trailed behind the car, as J.R. sped onto the freeway exit for Braddock . . .