A/N Slowly getting back to all of my stories after my hiatus. Had a bad case of writer's block. Feels good to be back though. Enjoy! ~Dixie

"Dude, she can't be pregnant. She is on the pill, and besides, she has always been bad about eating crazy shit. She used to make me gag when I would see her plate at lunch. She would mix ranch dressing and bacon bits and use it as dip. She would dip her fries in barbeque sauce. She just has weird tastes and a cast iron stomach. She isn't knocked up."

"Are you sure, man?"

"Yeah, I am sure. I saw her birth control pills when we were packing her shit up. You can ask her if you want, but I am telling you, she just has fucking bizarre eating and drinking habits. She makes odd combo cocktails too, like cranberry juice and that flavored vodka shit. Hell, she puts Jell-O powder on her toast."

Rhonda came out of the bathroom and saw Colby making a face at Jon. "What are you boys talking about?"

"Your nauseating taste in food" Jon said with a laugh.

"Oh, that." She laughed. "Yeah, I usually can't decide what I want, so I just have it all."

Jon smiled and looked at his friend, "Colby here thought you were pregnant."

She looked surprised, "What? Oh hell to the no. I have six nieces and nephews to remind me of why I don't want kids."

Colby chuckled and nodded. "Well, this has been interesting, but I think I need to head home." He took Rhonda's hand and kissed it. "Nice to meet you." He glanced over at Jon, "hey, I will see you tomorrow, bro."

"Later, Col." Colby left and Rhonda started to clean everything up. She put things back in the fridge and was standing at the sink washing up. Jon walked over and stood behind her, gripping her hips. "Is it bad that I am glad he is gone?"

She smirked at him over her shoulder, "and why would that be, Jonathan?"

"Because now I have you all alone." He kissed down her neck and rubbed his growing arousal against the small of her back.

"What were you planning to do when you got me all alone, hmmm?" she asked innocently.

"Oh, I think you know."

"No, I have no earthly idea what you could be implying. I think you should tell me," she told him, batting her eyelashes at him. She arched her back and he groaned. He whispered in her ear as his hands wandered up her sides, fluttering around to squeeze her breasts. "I am going to fuck you into the mattress and leave you screaming my name."

"Oh really, big boy? I never took you as the type that would need a mattress to do that. But, if that is how you have to do it, I guess it will do…"

He growled at her teasing and roughly pulled her away from the sink. He pushed her against the table and grabbed the waistband of her shorts, jerking them down to her ankles. She gasped when she felt his hand strike her ass. He quickly unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the floor. He pressed her chest to the table and before she could even think, he slipped his cock inside her, driving it to the hilt. She screamed in pleasure and pain as he shook her to the core with every thrust. She tried to grab on to something, anything, but knocked everything that was in front of her to the floor. He threw his head back when she moaned his name, spurred on by the desperate way she called to him.

He knew he shouldn't think about it, but he remembered how turned on the video made him. He reached his hand between them and slowly started to run his thumb across her opening. She didn't tell him to stop so he felt brave enough to ease a finger inside her ass. He heard her breath hitch in her throat as he started to work another finger into her tight entrance. She felt him stretching her, knowing what he wanted to do and she was too turned on to tell him to quit. He leaned over her and nipped at her neck. "If you don't want it, tell me now."

She panted, "I want it." That was all the encouragement he needed. He pulled out and lifted her leg to rest on the table. He slid his cock up and down her ass before sliding the head inside her, breaching the ring of muscle. She cried out, waiting for him to push the rest in. He held her hips tightly before completely penetrating her. He felt her tightness encasing him and had to draw a deep breath and control himself before he came right then. He slowly pulled out before slamming back in and she moaned loudly. "You like that, baby?" he asked as he started to pound her faster. She breathlessly answered "yes" as he gripped her shoulders, pulling her to meet his movements. He closed his eyes, not believing he was here with her, the first woman who he had ever jacked off to a mental image of, and it was his name she was screaming. He tried not to be too nostalgic and concentrate on fucking her right, but his mind wandered to all the times he had fantasized about doing to her exactly what he was doing now. She never knew just how much he really wanted her and how seeing her again had awoken a part of him he had buried.

His body took over and he slowed down, making deep thrusts that shook the table. He massaged her breasts under her shirt, twirling her nipples between his fingers. She clawed at the wood, the pleasure consuming her. She bucked back against him and felt his hand tangle in her hair. He shook the thoughts from his head, and focused all of his attention on making her come. He hammered her harder and faster, growling when he felt her starting to orgasm. She screamed, "Jon, oh fuck, oh fuck!" and he could not hold out any longer. Her clenching around him pushed him over the edge. He wanted to pull out but couldn't make himself and came deep inside her. He felt his dick throb as his load shot out of him, filling her up. His cock slid free and he saw his release leaking from her. He had to admit it was the sexiest sight he had ever seen. He was always so adamant about using condoms but he was glad she was the first he hadn't used one with.

He kissed her neck, softly thanking her as his body lay against her. When he recovered, he stood up and let her leg down. She pushed herself up and turned to look at him. She thought he looked sexy with his hair messy and sticking to his forehead. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, gently swiping his tongue across hers. When she pulled away, he wondered if he had done something wrong. "Rhonda?"

She was walking towards the bathroom and looked over her shoulder. "Yes?"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, baby. I am fine. I just need to go clean up. I will be right out."

"Oh, okay." He sighed in relief. He looked at the kitchen and chuckled at the mess. He picked up the things that were knocked off and swept the salt and pepper up out of the floor. He grabbed their clothes and decided to put them in his hamper. He made up his mind; she was not going to be using his guest room.

Over at Stu's house, Stephen was in bed nursing his injuries and Drew was cleaning up the house. He was getting worried because Stu had not come home yet. He didn't know how things were going to go with them still in the same house, assuming Stu ever did come home. He heard his phone ringing and hoped it was Stu calling, but it was Heath. "Hey."

"Hey man. Look, Stu just called me from The Anchor and he is totally trashed. He wanted me to come pick him up but I can't. He told me all the shit that was going on with him and Stephen, but if I leave, my wife will kill me. Can you go get him?"

"Yeah, I will go get him. This is a fucking mess, Heath."

"I know, brother. Call me tomorrow if you need some help with these two."

"Okay, I will. Thanks for calling." Drew hung up and went to grab his wallet and keys. He got in his car and drove to South Tampa to pick up his drunken friend. He wasn't sure what to say, but hoped he could get Stu to come home. Then they could deal with kicking Stephen out. When he pulled up, he saw Stu's car still there but didn't see him. He walked inside and saw him sitting at the bar, having another drink. Stu looked up and saw Drew's face and snarled.

"Your boyfriend know you are here, mate?"

Drew grumbed, "Come on, Stu. I am taking you home."

"Why the fuck are you here, any road?"

"Heath called me. Come on, you are too big for me to fucking carry. You need to stand up." He put Stu's arm around his shoulder and moved him off the stool.

"Your boyfriend still at home? I will fucking kill him if I see him, mate."

"Oh Stu, for fuck's sake, stop calling him that."

"You're his best mate, why are you doing this for me, eh?"

"Because I am your mate too. And I don't want to be mates with a man that does what he did to you. So come on, Stu." Stu stopped struggling against him and let Drew lead him to the car. Drew helped him inside and told him to buckle up before getting back in the driver's seat. Once they were on the road, Drew asked, "so I take it things didn't go well when you went to see Rhonda."

"It went horribly," he replied, his speech slurring. "She hates me, mate and she threw shit at me. She doesn't love me anymore and never wants to see me again. She said I was a waste of time. How could I not believe her and let her go like this? Everything has just gone to pot and I can't fix it. I really thought I had found the one, Drew. Now she is gone and she is living with that..that tosser. We weren't broken up 24 hours before she was screwing him. She didn't love me. She didn't." Drew was shocked when he saw a tear rolling down Stu's face. He knew Stu would never cry if he wasn't drunk, but he had no idea what to say to him. He couldn't blame Rhonda for leaving and he knew that she did love Stu, but he had hurt her deeply and wasn't sure if she would ever forgive him.

"Mate, she did love you, but you know why she left. I am not trying to pour salt on the wound here, but if you really loved her so much, you should have trusted her."

"You're right of course, but I can't go back now can I?"

"No, you can't. Maybe if you wait until she calms down, you can talk to her."

Stu wiped his eyes and mumbled, "I love her. I want her back, mate."

When they made it home, Drew woke Stu up and pulled him out of the car. He dragged him in the house and passed Stephen's door. He yelled at him through the panel and Drew told him to shut up. Drew helped him to bed and pulled his shoes off. He went to unbutton Stu's pants and Stu's eyes went wide. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Unless you want to sleep in your trousers, I am helping you take them off."

"Mate…"

"Oh hellfire, Stu, just shut up and let me help you." Stu closed his eyes and let Drew take his pants off, then made him sit up and take his shirt off.

"You think Ambrose is better looking than me, mate? Is that why she wants him instead?"

"I don't know. Fuck, just go to sleep." Stu sighed and rolled over, grabbing his pillow. Drew saw tears falling from his eyes. He shook his head and turned off the light, leaving Stu to his drunken sleep. He knew Stephen was awake and heard them come in so he went in his room. Stephen sat up when he saw Drew come in his room.

"What do yeh want, fella?"

"I want you gone tomorrow. You need to find another place to live."

"Yeh can't kick me out. Why don't yeh make him leave, yeah?"

"Because you are the one that caused all this. I won't ask you again, mate. You need to move out. You aren't safe here, from Stu or me."

Drew turned to walk out and Stephen yelled at him, "so yeh are choosing that limey over me, eh? We have been best mates fer years, a lot longer than yeh have known him!"

"It doesn't matter. You aren't the person I thought you were apparently. Our friendship is over."

Back at Jon's apartment, Rhonda had finished her bath and was walking across the house in a towel. Jon couldn't help but stare at her when she whisked by him. He followed her into the other bedroom and watched as she changed into her nightgown. "You ready for bed?" he slyly asked her.

"Yeah, been a really long ass day."

"Why don't you come in here with me then?"

She looked at him and raised her eyebrow. "With you?"

"Yeah. I want you to stay in my room, not in here. Come on." He reached out and took her hand, leading her over to his room. "My bed is more comfortable anyway, and of course, I am in it," he said with a smirk.

He went and got into bed and pulled the covers back for her. She smiled and crawled in next to him. She turned on her side and he snuggled close to her. He kissed her shoulder and laid his head on the pillow. "So, you want to tell me what happened today? You haven't said a word about it except that it was long and frustrating."

"Stu came to the hotel."

Jon felt himself instantly get mad. "Oh yeah? The fuck he want?"

"To apologize and beg me to take him back. Of course, only after Drew made Stephen confess. I kinda went apeshit on him."

"What do you mean 'kinda'?"

"I threw the flowers at him, and the vase. Oh and I ripped off the teddy bear's head before I threw it at him too."

Jon couldn't help but laugh. "Holy shit!"

"Yeah, I totally showed my ass. Thank God Mandy isn't going to say anything. I can't believe I lost it like that."

"I can. Remember back in high school when that chick Shelby started shit with you and you kicked her ass by the lockers? You ripped a chunk of her hair out and tore her shirt! It was fucking awesome!"

Rhonda smiled shyly, "yeah I remember. But that was a long time ago. I try not to act a fool like that anymore. I was just so furious."

"Well, don't worry about it anymore, babe. You are safe right here with Jonny Boy."

She cackled, "oh my God, Jon! You remembered me calling you that!"

Jon started laughing, "of course. Shit, you called me that to your sister all the time!"

"I thought you hated it!"

"I did, back then. I dunno, I think I like it now."

"You are so crazy! Good night Jonny Boy."

"Good night, Ronnie." She smiled at that nickname, no one calling her that in years. She kissed his forearm and closed her eyes, trying to drift off to sleep. Jon was happy with her being there and even happier that she was in his bed. He knew he could be himself around her and there didn't have to be secrets between them. She knew all about his past and all the bad things that happened and she really cared about him; he knew that. He recalled telling her that he didn't do the girlfriend thing but the more time he spent with her, his beliefs on that were changing.