*Bonus Lemon*

I know some of my wonderful readers were a little upset that I didn't include a lemon last chapter, so I decided to write one. YOU DO NOT HAVE TO READ THIS. THERE IS NOTHING IMPORTANT TO THE PLOT OF THE STORY IN HERE, IT IS JUST SMUT. SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE LEMONS PLEASE DON'T READ THIS PART.

This takes place in Chapter 13 when Jean agrees to stay the night with Nick after they spend the day at a carnival.

*LEMON*LEMON*LEMON*LEMON*LEMON*SMUT*SMUT*SMUT*

Nick and Jean arrive at his house and he parks his car in the driveway. He leads her into the house after he unlocks the front door.

He turns on a light and Jean looks around the modest-sized living room that they're standing in. The room is rather bare with the only furniture being a light gray couch, a small wooden coffee table, and a TV. Jean walks over to the couch and places her giant stuffed panda down on it. She turns around as Nick walks up to her and places his hands on her hips. Her emerald green eyes meet his stormy blue-grey ones and he leans in and covers her mouth with his. His lips, soft and gentle, brush over hers, his tongue sliding between her parted lips to touch hers.

Holding her face between his hands, he ends the kiss. Smiling down at her, he asks, "You know what I want to do right now?"

Feeling breathless and light-headed, Jean shakes her head. "I can probably guess, but tell me anyway."

His smile broadens into a grin. "I want to take you upstairs and take your clothes off piece by piece and make love to you as slowly and as sweetly as either of us can stand."

Jean trails her hand along Nick's gold-dusted jaw before giving him a quick kiss. "Sounds wonderful."

Nick locks the door and then takes Jean's hand, leading her up the stairs and to the bedroom, stopping occasionally to take a piece of clothing off her. By the time they reach the bedroom, Jean is stripped down to her lacy black bra and panties. He takes a moment to look over her body; her breasts are well endowed with curvey, child-bearing hips. He looks more closely and he can see scars scattered over her body, the worst of which seems to be the ones on her back, which run diagonally across her back and look almost like claw marks. "Baby, your back." He says while tracing the scars with his fingers.

"Unfortunately, scars are part of the whole hunter package," she tells him.

He wraps his arms around her, turns her around to face him, and pulls her up against him, "God, you feel so good against me."

Since his wife's death almost two years ago, Nick hasn't been able to bring himself to make love to another woman, but that's about to change. Nick leads Jean over to the bed, a queen-size four poster, and has her sit down on the edge. He goes down on his knees and places himself between her legs. He begins to press savoring kisses along her inner thighs. Jean leans back and braces herself with the palms of her hands, letting the heat of the man and the moment wash over her like a warm, sexy wave.

Suddenly, Jean let's out a giggle and Nick looks up at her, questioningly. "Sorry," she says, "but your 5 o'clock shadow tickles slightly."

Nick grimaces while running a hand over his gold-dusted jaw, "I guess I should have shaved."

She shakes her head, "You're perfect. I wouldn't change a thing."

He kisses the inside of each of her smooth thighs, then slides her lace panties off, tossing them over his shoulder, and spreading her lower lips between his fingers. Dewy wetness coats her nether lips, her rose-petal-pink clitoris standing out from its hood as if begging for his tongue's attention.

Nick sinks a finger all the way inside her, pausing only once when Jean makes a noise of discomfort. Curling his finger gently, he knows the moment when he finds the supersensitive spot when she let's out a soft shriek.

Thighs quivering, Jean moans and slides urgent fingers into his hair. As he begins to pump his finger inside of her, she tosses back her head of fiery hair and grabs for his wrist, pressing him closer.

Moisture slides over his fingers and rolls to the inside of his wrist. Harder and hotter and thicker than he's ever been before, he edges his gaze upward, drinking in the stark beauty of her flushed face. "Easy, baby, I'll get you there."

Keeping his finger inside her, he slides his free arm beneath her hips and lifts her to his mouth. He nuzzles the small nest of crisp curls, the scent of vanilla and honey soap mingled with her own tangy musk reaches his nostrils. Moving lower, he strokes his tongue over her clit while patiently working a second finger inside of her. Jean tosses her head back and let's out a loud moan of pleasure. Buried deep inside her, Nick works his fingers scissors-style, slowly at first and then increasing the tempo. He circles her clit with the point of his tongue, a slow, thorough sweep.

Like a bowstring drawn tight to the point of breaking, suddenly Jean snaps backwards, her body going rigid. "Oh, Nick!" She shudders, her release rolling through her, her tender inner flesh quivering against his cream-coated fingers.

Nick removes his fingers from her slit but quickly replaces them with his tongue and drinks in Jean's orgasm. He makes sure to lick her pussy clean. He looks up into her wild eyes and moist mouth and feels a trickle of pre-come slide down the side of his cock. "You taste amazing, baby."

Jean collapses backwards on the bed and Nick gives her slit one last lick before getting to his feet. Jean manages to sit back up and he gives her a passionate kiss. She slips her hands up his shirt trying to take it off.

He breaks the kiss and pulls his T-shirt over his head then drops it on the floor. He unbuttons and unzips his jeans before pulling them down and stepping out of them. Jean's eyes widen when they land on the very large bulge covered only by the material of his briefs. He pulls his briefs down and his large, swollen erection springs free. Nick's cock is very large and extremely hard. He's long and thick and perfectly shaped. He steps out of the briefs and Jean positions herself on the bed with her head resting on one of the pillows.

"Just a sec," Nick tells her then walks over to the other side of the bed and opens the lower drawer of a nightstand. He pulls out a box of condoms and checks the expiration date, since he bought them before his wife and him decided to have a baby, almost four years ago. (A/N: two years since she died, the baby was 6 months old when he died, and 9 months for the pregnancy.) "Damn it," he curses and tosses the box away.

"What's wrong?"

"The condoms are expired, I'll have to buy some more." He looks over at Jean, "Do you still want to continue?"

Jean nods, "If you want to." She is laying on the bed on the bed with her legs spread open, giving Nick a spectacular view of her nether region, which is drenches from her recent orgasm and his tongue. His cock twitches and he makes up his mind.

He climbs on top of her and straddles her hips. Fitting himself to her, he says, "Tell me if I hurt you." He then intertwines his fingers with hers and pins them above her head.

He penetrates her very slowly, being very gentle with her. His long thick cock parts her slick lower lips and they both gasp in pleasure. He continues to ease himself deeper inside of her, stopping when he breaks her hymen causing her to scream in pain. He kisses her deeply in an attempt to distract her from the pain. Once she calms down a little, he continues to push himself inside of her until he's buried to the root, filling and stretching her to her limit. He remains still for a few minutes to allow her to adjust to his length. "God, you're so tight. I love the way you fit around me." He presses kisses to her face and lips to soothe her.

Finally Jean's pain subsides and she experimentally rocks her hips against his causing them both to moan loudly in sheer pleasure.

Nick takes her movements as his cue to begin their love-making. He slowly pulls out of her before entering back inside in one smooth thrust. They both moan in bliss as he sets a slow but steady pace of pumping in and out of Jean's very tight pussy. Jean throws her head back and he begins to kiss and suck at her exposed neck. "Faster, Nick."

He begins to thrust faster, moving his hips in lazy circles and full-on thrusts, and she revels in the delicious; if slightly uncomfortable; feeling of him fully inside of her. Nick's thrusts become rougher and more erratic as his orgasm draws near. He reaches down between them, just above the place where they are joined, and starts to stroke her clitoris.

Jean cries out in pleasure and her legs begin to shake as her orgasm quickly approaches. "Oh, Nick! I'm going to come again."

Nick starts to pump harder and deeper and soon Jean screams his name as her orgasm washes over her like a raging tidal wave. The walls of her already very tight pussy clamp around his cock even tighter, the muscles fluttering around him and sending him over the edge to his own orgasm. He let's out a hoarse cry and spills his seed deep inside of her.

Exhausted and breathing hard, Nick collapses on top of Jean, who is also breathing heavily. She begins to run her fingers through his short dirty-blonde hair. "That was wonderful, Nick."

He places a kiss to each of her breasts, "I didn't hurt you too much, did I?

She shakes her head, "No."

After resting for several minutes, Nick pulls out of Jean, rolls off of her, and stands up. Curious about what he's doing, she shifts on the bed, as if to get up and follow him, but a piercing pain shoots through her lower abdomen and she takes in a sharp breath.

He looks at her in concern, "Are you alright?"

She nods, "Just a little sore."

He leans over and kisses her, "I'll be right back. I'm just going to get a washcloth for you." He gives her another peck on the lips before walking across the bedroom to the attached bathroom. Jean can hear the water running for a couple of minutes then it stops and Nick walks back out. His cock and balls are now clean of the evidence of having taken Jean's virginity. He returns to the bed with a wet washcloth and begins to gently wipe away the blood and what little semen that escaped from between her legs.

Nick glances up at Jean's face and notices that she's struggling to keep her eyes open. "Go to sleep, baby." He tells her as he tosses the washcloth towards the bathroom and then lays down beside her on the bed. He pulls her up against him and she snuggles into his chest. Soon the two lovers are fast asleep in each other's arms.