Chapter Thirty

Leah lay snuggled up against the long length of Dean's body, every inch of her tingling in the afterglow of their lovemaking. After their shower, which consisted of much more than simply soaping up, they'd dried each other off slowly, stoking the eternal smoldering fire, and went into the bedroom where they'd made love again.

And after 3 rounds of spectacular, earth shattering sex that left her body both pleasantly worn and perceptibly sore, her thirst for him had yet to be quenched. What was it about Dean? She just couldn't get enough of him. It was almost like an addiction, her need to touch him and taste him. Leah lightly scraped her fingernails along the smooth skin of his chest, circling then raking over one erect nipple before pressing a kiss upon it.

"If you're trying to turn me on, it's working." Dean rumbled in that low sexy bedroom voice he used when aroused.

"Good." Leah murmured. "I like you naked and turned on."

Dean laughed and planted a kiss on top of her head as he ran his fingers gently over her shoulder in tiny figure eights. "Perfect. Cause I'm gonna be both for awhile."

She was about to let her hand slide down his body and find out just how turned on she could get him, when he tried to get up. Groaning in protest, Leah shifted so he could remove his arm from beneath her. "Where are you going? I'm not finished with you yet."

"Don't worry. I'll be right back and you can have your way with me."

"Ooh, I love the idea of that." She laughed and the throaty sound had pretty much every drop of Dean's blood rushing straight to his cock.

Flopping onto her stomach, Leah watched him walk to the pile of clothes they'd dropped just inside the doorway earlier. The play of muscles, from the breadth of his back all the way down to his sinewy calves, was stirring enough to get her dripping wet. Again. God, would she ever tire of Dean's body? Watching him move while naked, confident and graceful like the sleek predator he was, had to be one of the most erotic experiences any woman could ever hope to partake in.

She watched as he squatted down and dug through the clothes. She couldn't tell what he was doing, but it didn't take long before he was strutting back to her, and the sight brought a smile to her lips. Coming or going, everything about the man screamed sex, satisfaction, pure male magnetism. Her gaze swept over him, taking it all in yet again, and she still found herself mesmerized by his perfection - the handsome face, miles of broad shoulder, smooth span of chest, cut abs, slim hips and long well-muscled legs. Then, with unadulterated delight, her eyes fixed on the spectacular view between his legs. Her smile widened at the sight of his magnificent erection, tall and imposing. Round four, coming up!

When Dean got to the edge of the bed, he snapped his fingers, drawing her attention away from his manhood and up to his face. "Okay, this is kinda scary, but I think I know how chicks feel when guys only focus on their boobs." he teased, adding a brash little wink.

Leah rolled over onto her back, resting on her elbows, brown eyes dancing with laughter. "Puh-lease! You know you love every second of it, Winchester! You're a sex god. Women ogling your package goes with the territory!"

She scooted toward the center of the bed and stretched out a hand invitingly. "Now quit pretending to be offended and come over here, sex god. I'll be your slave. Tell me what you want me to do to you. Or even better, make me do it to you."

Growling, Dean crawled onto the bed and hovered over her. Remaining on all fours, his head dipped down so he could suck roughly on a taut peak, then he ran his tongue over and around it, savoring the taste of her. When he lifted his head, Leah reached up with one hand, gripping his neck in an attempt to lower him back down to her breasts. With the other hand she curled her fingers around his erection and squeezed.

"Mmmmm, give me some more, Dean." she playfully demanded.

"Lots more, Little Bit. But I have to do something first." He pulled back and with a pout of displeasure, Leah reluctantly let go.

Straddling her, Dean sat back on his heels. His right hand stretched out above her, clenched in a fist. When he opened it the diamond and emerald circle dropped down, suspended by its chain which was hooked over his ring finger. "I think this is yours."

Leah stared at the pendant as it twisted back and forth in a lazy arc. It shimmered as the bright rays of sunlight streaming in through the bedroom window caught each perfect little diamond.

She reached out to take it, but her hand froze midway as guilt took root. The necklace had been a gift, and no matter how mad she'd been about his reasons for giving it to her, she'd been wrong to take it off and throw it at him.

"Dean, I..." Her tongue darted out, licking at her lips in nervous rumination. Perhaps the asperity of her reaction to Blake's news had been uncalled for. "I didn't handle that very well this morning. After talking to Blake I may have overreacted a little. But you have to admit we have a long history of, well, deceit between us and when I realized you only got that because...It's just, that I'd hoped..." She'd hoped he'd taken his time, searched for something special, wanting to give her a gift with meaning and thought behind it, but was he ready to hear such a confession?

She didn't have to make that decision. Dean took her outstretched hand and helped her sit up. He'd understood her anger about his lying and even his threatening Blake, but the necklace part had been a mystery. That was until Sam had been kind enough to clear that issue up for him.

While Leah and Amy had talked earlier, his younger brother not only laid into him about the bar fight and souvenir bloody lip, but also managed to get Dean to dish out details of the argument in the motel room that had led up to the entire mess. Although he hadn't enjoyed rehashing it, Dean had gleaned a bit of previously concealed knowledge. Apparently while he thought just giving a gift to a woman was enough to make her happy, women also cared about the thought and effort the man put into getting the present. Go figure!

So, it seemed he'd screwed up in more ways than one when he'd ditched Leah to chase that dumb ass, black haired hunter who was stalking them. But that could be fixed. Christ, he'd put effort into finding the necklace! Five stores and almost an hour's worth of time spent searching. That should score some brownie points.

"Maybe I should have mentioned that I saw Blake and thought he was following us instead of telling you I, uh, wanted to go shopping." he told her.

Leah couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, that wasn't one of your most creative lines."

He dangled the circle before her. "But you gotta admit this was pretty creative. You know the hell I went through to find it? I had to go into five stores." He held up his other hand, spreading his fingers out. "Five! And deal with all those annoying, pain-in-the-ass sales people." He grinned at her, notably proud of himself. She wanted thought and effort, then that should impress the crap out of her. In his head, he imagined a tally board and chalked one up for his side.

Leah enjoyed Dean's attempt to show her he'd gone above and beyond what he felt was reasonable in order to get her a gift. It was unsubtle, pretentious and yet totally charismatic. It was so, Dean. "Oh really? Five stores? Wow! You endured such hell for me?"

"Yep. That's what took me so long. I didn't realize how hard it was to buy something for you." he beamed. He was on a roll and her sarcasm flew well above his swelling head.

One dark eyebrow shot up. "Hard to buy for me? Are you saying I'm difficult to please?" The opportunity to make the man squirm was too tempting to pass up. She could practically see his mind working to come up with a clever response.

"No! No. I meant.." Okay, how the hell had she turned that around on him? He noted her stern face, but saw the glint of humor in her eyes. The tally board was even again.

Moving on, he said, "Look, I can't wear this thing. It clashes with this." Dean tapped the small gold amulet that hung from the cord around his neck. "So," He unclasped the hook and placed the chain around her neck. "guess you gotta wear it. Looks a hell of a lot better on you anyway."

He watched her features soften as her fingers traced over the pendant. "And I'm sorry for going after Blake. Next time I'll bring you with me when I kick his ass." As expected, her eyes shot up. "Or maybe not."

"Make you a deal," Leah offered. "You tell me where my truck is and the entire incident with Blake is forgiven."

Dean looked confused as he rubbed the back of his neck. That request came out of nowhere. Damn, he'd just fixed one frigging problem, and here she was throwing another one at him. What the hell was a guy supposed to do? Should he fess up to taking the truck or wait until he could come up with a way to get it back without her knowing? And there were other things to consider if she had her truck back. Things he'd been trying to avoid.

Instinct took over. "Man, I wish I could take that deal, but I told you, Leah, I don't know where your truck is."

Gripping his shoulders, Leah pushed Dean back onto the bed and stretched out on top of him. She'd meant for the position to be somewhat intimidating, but it was actually quite erotic. She gritted her teeth, trying to ignore the rush of volcanic heat that spread through her at the feel of his hard length resting along her belly. Forcing herself to remain focused, she took a shaky breath and with her face inches above his, she said, "I love my truck, Dean. I miss my truck. I know you took it so just, oh God, I can't believe I'm going to say this, but, just be HONEST and tell me where it is."

Dean's eyes closed. "You really want to talk about this right now." He gripped her hips and then lifted his, pumping them against her a few times. "Cause I get a major hard on when you get rough with me."

"Don't Dean!" she moaned, trying not to give in to temptation.

He could feel her body tensing up. "Wow, you're stressed, babe." His hands went to her back, kneading the tightly bunched muscles. "Look, I know you love your truck but I'm sure whoever has her is taking good care of her."

Leah knew of one way to get her mind off sex and possibly get Dean to open up as well. She sat up, a leg on either side of him. Pulling her knees in against his waist, she began to squeeze. Dean tried shifting his hips, but she held tightly. "I bet you're sure because you know who has it. Where's my truck, Dean?"

Grimacing, he gripped the tops of her thighs. "Man, that's tight." He felt the pinch as she squeezed once more and gave an anxious little laugh. "Damn, woman, you work out a lot, don't you?"

Brushing his hands from her legs, Leah leaned forward and braced her hands on either side of his head, putting them face-to-face once again. "What do you have against my truck?" she drilled, her knees pulling in a little more.

"Ow! Okay! Okay, if I tell you, will you ease up?"

"Maybe."

Dean's fingers locked around her waist. "You know I'm a car man. I prefer the classics, the muscle cars. Besides, Drake has a truck so they automatically suck now."

"Dean! I'm serious. What the hell did you do with it?" Her frustration with his refusal to cooperate had caused her voice to raise up an octave.

He knew Leah was starting to get pretty upset and he didn't want that. In one swift fluid motion, Dean rolled to his right, bringing her with him and trapping her beneath his body. His hands locked around her wrists as he dragged her arms up above her head and held them there.

"Would you forget the truck for now? I mean, even if I had it, which I don't, why would I tell you where it is? All you're gonna do is take off to hunt and we gotta figure out who's following you first."

"I don't think anyone is following me." Even as she said it, the feeling of being watched in the garage came to mind, but she brushed it aside. "Maybe you're the one being followed. Maybe it's one of those little bimbos you've been with, turned stalker Barbie. Anyway, what happened to you being convinced it's Blake?"

"I am but you're not, so we have to know for sure before you run off."

"I'm not gonna run off, Dean. Why do you keep saying that? I just want to know where my truck is. Wouldn't you be upset if someone hid your Impala?" She knew that would strike a chord.

It did. Dean winced at the thought. "I'd kill anyone who tried."

"Okay then. So, you understand. Maybe I don't have quite as strong an attachment to my truck, but I need it. I'm not gonna be mad at you for taking it. I already know you did. Just tell me where it is, okay?"

Dean remained quiet, still unsure of what to do. Not because he was worried about owning up to taking the damned thing. Like Leah said, she was past that so it wasn't an issue. Blake tailing them, that was part of it. He wanted the jerk to admit he was doing it, just for peace of mind before Leah left. And she would leave. And that was the other reason telling her where the truck was didn't sit right with him. Maybe it was the main reason.

Even though they were back together, there hadn't been any talk of what would happen when their week long visit with Amy was over. Right now, with Leah being stuck there, he might be able to persuade her to ride with him and Sam, giving them some more time together. But if she had her truck...?

Logically, he knew she could take off at anytime, with or without it, if she wanted to bad enough. But for now she was content to be there so why mess with things?

"Dean? Do you really expect me to believe that you don't know where it is?" Leah pushed.

"I don't have a clue."

Exasperated, she tried guilt, though she doubted that would work on Dean. "Well, I'm kinda stuck without it, you know? Especially once you and Sam take off. What am I supposed to do?" With no response, she sighed. "Fine. I suppose I can just stay here with Amy until I can track it down."

Hell, that was disappointing. She seemed okay with the idea of him taking off and leaving her there. "Amy'd probably like that, spending more time with you." Come on, damn it! Say that's not what you want.

Leah nodded. "I'd like that, too."

Dean groaned inwardly. Well, he didn't like that. Not at all. So it wasn't happening. He released her wrists, the tips of his right fingers flittering to her elbow in a feathery dance that had shivers speeding along her spine. "Course, Amy's pretty busy with classes. And you'd be better off heading back to New Hampshire to look for the truck. So, and you know, this is just a thought, you could always ride with me and Sam. We could head that way, maybe go on a few hunts. Never know, if you're a real good girl, I might even let you drive the car again. Last time was one hell of a ride." He was, of course, referring to the high speed sex.

Dean's way of saying he wanted to spend more time with her. Leah loved that idea. "Ride with you and Sam again? I could handle that. And I did like driving the Impala. Except for the whole getting pulled over by the cop thing." she reminded him.

"Yeah, except for that." Unfortunately that brought to mind her little flirtation that ended with the cop giving her his phone number. "Maybe I'll have to rethink the whole "you driving" thing."

Leah laughed. "Maybe." Her lips pressed to his, drawing him into a long, heady kiss. "You do understand, I will get you to tell me where my truck is eventually. But right now, I think it's time for me to be your love slave."

TBC