Mandy insisted on Rhonda getting something sexy for Jon at Victoria's Secret, so Rhonda picked out an ivory and black lace sheer mesh bustier and v-string panty. When Mandy pulled it off the rack, Rhonda's eyes went wide, "That's hot!"

"Oh yeah, the man will love it."

Rhonda grabbed some lace top thigh highs to go with it and took it all to the cashier to pay before they left to go back to the hotel. She was excited for Jon to see but also nervous about the conversation she needed to have with him. She knew Mandy was right and she had to know if he wanted something real with her or not. While they were working, Jon was sending her sexy text messages, turning her on at the mere thought of what he could do with his body.

When she finally got off, Mandy wished her luck before she drove back home. As she walked in the door, she smelled food and realized Jon had cooked. He met her at the entranceway and kissed her sweetly. "Hey babe. Dinner is ready."

"You cooked?"

"Hell yeah. Spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread. And I made a salad. Nothing fancy, but it is good. One of my specialties."

"Yummy. Okay, let me go change and we will eat."

"Sure thing."

She walked into the bedroom and took the lingerie out of her purse. She put the bustier and panties on before sliding the hose on an attaching them to the garters. She then covered up with jeans and one of his tee shirts and slid her black Converse on. She let her hair down and sprayed some Love Spell on from the bottle she just bought. She went into the kitchen and Jon was setting the table. He got down glasses and to her surprise, filled them with Chianti. "Wine?"

"Um, well, I mean, yeah, would you rather have something else?"

"No, it's fine, just never took you for a wine guy."

"I'm not usually but the guy at the store said this would be good, and I kinda wanted to do something special."

"It's all perfect, Jon. Thank you."

They sat down and Jon watched her face, wanting to see if she liked his cooking. When she smiled, his face lit up. "This is tasty. You weren't kidding about it being your specialty."

"Thanks. Yeah it is actually the first fucking thing I learned to cook. Actually I burnt myself out on it because I ate it every damn night for a while."

As they were eating, they both were thinking about what they would say to the other after dinner was over. Jon had butterflies in his stomach making him feel nauseated and Rhonda kept looking at him like she wanted to say something. He was afraid she was going to tell him that she was with Drew. He tried to keep reminding himself that he was a grown man and she was a woman, a woman he had made love to several times already. He was her equal and they weren't kids anymore. Colby was right and he had to know if she harbored feelings for him too.

Rhonda was running through scenarios in her head, trying to imagine the best way to bring it up. She wondered if he was going to be happy and tell her he wanted her too, or if he would be put out that she would even suggest it after he told her he didn't want a girlfriend. She didn't know where it would leave them if it was the latter.

Rhonda helped him clean up the kitchen and smiled when he brushed up against her back at the sink. "You are doing that on purpose."

"Who me? I am innocent, babe."

"My ass."

He licked his lips, "Yeah, your ass..."

"Stop staring and put the food up, Jonathan!"

He groped her ass and she smirked over her shoulder as he groaned in her ear. "Hmmm, later that ass is mine…"

"Maybe…"

"Maybe, hell. For sure."

"Depends…"

"On?"

"Just depends, Jon." She was thinking it really did depend on how their conversation went later and how open he was to being more than just a fuck buddy.

He raised his eyebrow at her, wondering what she meant. He finished putting the leftovers in the refrigerator and cleaned off the stove. When they were done, Rhonda followed him into the living room and sat next to him on the couch. He felt nervous suddenly, looking in her eyes. He turned to face her and took her hands in his. "Okay, babe, so there is something I have to say."

"Me too."

"Oh, okay, well, you can go first."

"No, you go ahead."

He took a deep breath and sighed. "Alright. Well, you know I am happy that you are my roommate…"

Rhonda felt her throat get tight, waiting for the "but" she was afraid was coming. As Jon started to continue, her phone rang. "Shit. Just a second." She grabbed her phone and answered it. "Hello?"

"Hey Rhonda, it's Jodi."

"Oh, hey. What's up?"

"I was calling because I was doing the books and can't find the guest folio for Mr. Lynch that you checked in today."

"Oh, yeah, we weren't finished with it so I put it under the counter instead of with the others because I needed to add the bar tab from this evening to it."

"Ah, okay. I found it. I will take care of it. Thanks. Sorry to have to bother you."

"No problem."

She hung up and turned her attention back to Jon. "Sorry about that."

He nodded, but he almost chickened out, and had lost his train of thought. "Like I was saying, I like having you here. It is nice to have someone to hang out with and have dinner with and someone I trust to talk to."

"I like being here too, Jon. After all that shit happened with Stu, I didn't know what the hell I was going to do. I really felt kinda lost and heartbroken that someone I cared about would do that to me. I trust you too and I enjoy hanging out with you."

Jon smiled, "I am glad you feel that way. I feel like an asshole saying this right after you and him split but…"

Her phone started ringing again and they both groaned. "Goddammit." He was beginning to wonder if he was going to get to say what he wanted before he lost his nerve.

"Ugh" she sighed before she answered it. "Hello?"

"Hey, love."

"Oh, hey, Drew." Jon's head spun around and his face flushed when he noticed the smile that came to her face.

"So, how is it going? You two lovebirds official yet?"

"Um, no, not yet."

"Oh aye? Well that is surprising, lassie. I was sure he would have told you how he felt by now."

She looked at him and he was fuming. "Yeah, I thought so too."

"Don't despair, love. He will."

"I hope so. So how is your trip going?"

"Fine. Just trying to stay out of trouble and avoid Ste. Fuckin' tosser."

"Forget him. Anyway, I want to see you when you get back. I have something I want to talk to you about."

Jon was really annoyed now, wanting to know what was so important that she had to tell Drew in person. His heart started to pound, fearing that it was Drew she would say she wanted to be with.

"Oh, I am intrigued, love" he said with a lilt of excitement in his voice.

"You should be, pretty boy," she said teasingly.

That was all Jon could take. He gripped Rhonda's thigh tightly and growled. "Hang the goddamn phone up, Ronnie."

"Uh, what?"

He spoke low, "I said, hang the goddamn phone up."

"Excuse me, Jonathan?"

He took the phone away from her and spoke to Drew. "Sorry, bro but I can't listen to this shit anymore. She is mine and I am not gonna fuckin sit here and listen to you flirt with my girl and steal her away from me."

"Mate, I…"

"Later." Jon hung up and Rhonda was staring at him with her mouth in a big 'O.' Drew was surprised, but couldn't help but laugh to himself, wishing he could be a fly on the wall at their apartment right then.

"What the fuck…"

"Look, I would say I am sorry about that, but fuck it. That would be a lie. I am really not."

"Jon, you just hung up…"

"Don't care. He is so handsome and smooth and shit, flirting with you last night, in my fucking house, right under my fucking nose! Trying to take you away from me, but hell no. No one is taking you away again. I sat by and watched you get your heart broke by these assholes and never said a fucking thing because I was scared shitless that you would tell me to fuck off. Not anymore. I would never, ever hurt you like these clowns. You know me, you have known me for years. I wouldn't lie to you. I am fucking sorry I ever said I didn't do the girlfriend thing. I was trying to seem cool to you, still trying to impress you after all these years. I am not saying we have to get super serious right away, but just give me a chance. Not Drew, not Colby. Me."

"Jon, I…"

"Please, don't tell me no, Ronnie. I am not just a kid anymore. I am a man. I work hard and I may not have a lot, but I can offer you my heart."

She stared at him with shock that he was telling her all this. She was happy, but overwhelmed. She wondered if he was saying what she thought he was. "Jon, do you…"

"I mean it. Every word. If you tell me you don't want me, I guess I understand. I know I am asking a lot for you to take a chance on me, but I swear I won't let you down."

"I don't know…"

"You don't know what? That you want to take a gamble on me? What else do I need to say to convince you? I am pouring out my heart to you and is that not enough?" he asked her, his eyes getting glassy as he looked at her.

"Let me talk, baby. Stop interrupting and stop jumping to conclusions. I was gonna say I don't know what to say. I am kinda surprised…" She paused when she saw him lower his eyes to avert her gaze, but she reached out to him and touched his cheek, raising his face to look at her. "…But I am so glad." His eyes widened at her words. "I wanted to say the same thing to you. I want more than to be your roommate and umfriend. I want to be your woman."

He smiled brightly, then furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Umfriend?"

"Never mind that. Just kiss me." He smirked and leaned in to softly press his lips to hers. She reached under his shirt to stroke his belly before pushing against him to get him to lie back on the couch. She straddled his lap and grinned wickedly before she pulled the shirt over her head. Jon caught a glimpse of the bustier and the heat in his blue eyes made Rhonda's pussy tighten instinctively, already preparing for the fucking she planned on getting.

"This is fucking hot."

"Glad you like it. I have had plans for you all day, Jonathan," she said with a sly smile, grinding her moist heat against his growing erection. "Your turn." He smirked and leaned up to pull his own shirt off, stealing a kiss before she pushed him back down. She stood up and gave him a heated look of her own as she kicked off her shoes and turned around with her back to him. He watched and listened as he heard her unzip her jeans and coil her body down to slowly reveal the black panties and lace hose. She let the pants drop to the floor and kicked them away, twirling her hips and shaking her round ass at him. His jeans were getting uncomfortably tight watching the show she was putting on for him. He went to release his manhood from its confines, but was surprised by a slap to his hand. "No. Mine."

He threw his hands up in surrender and put them behind his head, letting her take the lead and do whatever she wanted to his body. She popped the button on his jeans and eased the zipper down with her teeth, her full lips grazing his hard cock as she went. He groaned when he felt her hot breath hovering over his shaft, a whine escaping him when she started to stroke him through the material. "Oh fuck, don't tease me, Ronnie."

She gazed up at him with a mixture of lust and mischief in her eyes. He knew he was in for it tonight. She gripped the waistbands of his jeans and briefs and demanded, "Lift your ass."

He nodded, "oh yes ma'am," and quickly moved so she could pull everything off of him. She pressed kiss to the center of his belly and slowly moved downward, placing teasing licks to the head of his cock. He groaned and arched his back, wanting more. She simpered at him with her blues eyes darkening, "did you want something more?"

"Fuck…yes, suck me…please."

She twirled her tongue around the head and lapped the precome that was gathering there, showing how turned on he was. She kept her eyes locked with his as she took him deeper in her mouth. He moaned as she hollowed her cheeks and started to suck him hard and quickly bob her head. The slutty slurping sounds coming from her were sending shivers up his spine. His back was arched, his stomach tight and coiled. He was panting, his body tensing. His hands were wrapped in her hair, pulling harder the closer he got to coming. She felt it too and didn't want their fun to come to an abrupt end, so she stopped.

She pulled his cock from her mouth and let him recover for a second before she popped her breasts out of the bustier and slid his dick between them. He was slick from saliva and precome so he slipped easily up and down between her full breasts. He squeezed his eyes shut and cursed. "Goddammit, Rhonda, I can't take any more of this. I need to be balls deep inside you."

She dragged her nipples along his stomach and grumbled, "So what are you waiting for?"

He moved lightning fast and pushed her back against the arm of the couch. "Not a fucking thing." She gasped as he pressed his body between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around him as he shifted her panties to the side and thrust his cock inside her, making her scream. He sat back on his knees and pulled her back to him, pistoning himself into her over and over. She reached to grip his thighs and dug her nails into his skin, moaning his name as he ravaged her body. Her teasing had left him wanting to leave her screaming and shaking until she was spent. He hissed when she scratched him and he grabbed her hands, pinning them beside her head. He made fast, deep strokes into her pussy and watched as she threw her head back. He slid his body against the silky material of her bustier as she brought her hips up to roughly meet his thrusts, showing him how much she wanted to get fucked.

She tightened her legs around him like a vice, pulling him in closer, wanting him even deeper. He heard her moans coming faster in short pants and felt her starting to shake beneath him. She felt electricity shooting all over her body, her nerve endings lighting up. She clenched around his dick and saw his eyes roll back in his head, them both reaching climax together. He bit down hard on her shoulder as his hips jerked and his release shot inside her, filling her up. He continued to thrust until he emptied his balls in her pussy.

He lay there for a moment, trying to catch his breath with his face buried in her neck. "Fuck, Ronnie. You are all mine. All fucking mine."