Chapter Four
(That black cloud hanging overhead, yeah it's scary but that is why they invented umbrellas. Just get a bright yellow one, or a blue one with white polka dots.)
Jason just held Elizabeth tightly against him as the police quickly pulled the door closed. As she started to move as if to wiggle away, he was intensely aware that he was still buried deep inside of her. "Elizabeth, for the love of…"
Moaning rather loudly, he just reached down and held her hips tight, pressing her down onto his growing erection. Resting his head against hers, he whispered "I would give almost anything to be able to continue this and right now I don't get the feeling that that is what you want, so please unless you do want to be flat on your back and us going for another round, let me lift you off of me."
Seeing her eyes widen as she bit her lips, he said "We need to talk and Elizabeth; we will be talking because I let you walk away from me once before, acting like we had never loved one another. This time that won't be happening. You and I, this; this right here is a second chance for us. Please, let's take it."
Sitting on him, feeling his strength, his control, she looked into his eyes, seeing something like fear as he watched her. "Jason, for now, lets deal with this one day at a time. Can we please try that?"
"Elizabeth, I am fine with that, as long as in the end, it is Cam, you and me as a family." He whispered then frowned.
Seeing him frowning she said "What is it?"
Looking at the coat closet, then at her, he said "I was expecting to have to shoot Sam after what just happened. That she would be coming out of the closet, attacking us. Maybe she has finally got it, that we aren't going to be together."
Hoping more than believing, Elizabeth let Jason lift her off of him. Shocked at how her mouth suddenly was full of saliva at the image of his glistening cock still moist from their loving, she moaned then saw him looking at her like she was his first meal in years. "What?"
"You, the sight of you, knowing what we did, that part of me is still in you, is such a turn on." He said as he fixed himself so he could pull on his jeans.
He had always been so careful about condoms, yet here he was, thinking thoughts that he was quite sure would be considered criminal, like having more children with Elizabeth. That stopped his daydreaming, he knew that was going to be the big problem they would have to overcome, his secret and why he hadn't told her the truth in spite of recalling it in the last year.
Elizabeth couldn't find her bra, looking around, and then down, she shrugged then went to find her shirt. "Keep mine on, I like the idea of you being wrapped up in my shirt."
Jason glanced again at the closet, still wondering why Stan hadn't said anything either, he was about to reach for the door when he saw the bite mark on his shoulder. "When did you bite me?"
Frowning she said "I don't remember." All she could do was stare, her mind on the romance novel and how the heroine had marked her lover during sex.
Hurrying up the stairs to grab another shirt, hoping that Stan nor Sam came out while he was gone, he rushed back down and yanked open the door while Elizabeth leaned against the sofa.
Inside, Stan squinted a bit at he sudden light, and then took out his ear plugs. Looking at Sam, he snickered as she sat on the floor, her arms around her knees, rocking back and forth silently.
Getting accustomed to the light, he looked at his boss who looked like he had just been well sated, then back at the mess of a woman on the floor and said "Sam?"
The rocking continued but now Sam was sobbing and muttering no, no, it's just pretend… he loves me, me not her. Courtney is wrong, she has to be. No, no, it's not happening, he is just saying that about her breasts to make her more comfortable."
At that point the rocking sped up, Sam's head hitting the back of the closet wall in a steady thump as she began spouting what sounded like gibberish. Just to be sure, Stan turned on one of his recorders and walked out.
Smirking he shut the door, telling Jason to leave her there. "I will take care of her. You two go ahead and leave. Jason, you should know, I can see Lucky Spencer sitting in an unmarked squad car across the street on the computer."
Ric hurried into the home he shared with Alexis and Kristina to see his wife sitting on the sofa, reading. "Hello Ric how was your day?"
"Fine, busy though." He said trying to act normal.
"Really, did you have a lot of briefs to go through?" she asked, trying not to clench her teeth as her mind went back to what she had seen in his office.
"No, Sam McCall escaped. We didn't find her yet." He replied as he went towards the hall.
Alexis counted to ten, her mind on what she had heard from Detective Harper who had felt the need to warn her about what had gone on that evening. "Did you check Jason Morgan's penthouse that is the first place she would go."
"No, she wasn't there." He said sharply then apologized for snapping at her. Walking to the bathroom, he got into the shower, his mind on Elizabeth and Jason who had been having sex with each other.
Crying silently, he sat down on the tile bench, his anger growing at Elizabeth once again choosing a loser over him. Vowing revenge, to use Sam McCall to bring Jason down, to prove to Elizabeth that he was the better man, Ric finished his shower and went straight to bed.
Alexis stayed on the sofa, not trusting herself to be in the same bed as her husband without smothering him. No, she would take her time, making sure that she was not a suspect but her husband had just gotten an expiration date.
Lucky Spencer was sitting in the police car, fuming at being a laughing stock in front of his fellow officers. Taking out his bag of pills, he searched the corners, looking for just one more, needing the release from the pain he was under.
Not finding one, he checked his pockets, nothing. Torn between wanting another fix and letting Elizabeth know what a whore he thought she was, he sat there, withdrawing, knowing that he had to fix her, that he had to make sure she knew that without him, she was the same broken girl who came out from under those bushes.
Jason turned to Elizabeth as they came out of the elevator. "Which vehicle should we take my bike or the truck?"
"The truck would be best; at least for tonight since it is so cool." She said with a smile. In spite of it being the middle of July, there were cool winds coming off the river.
"I just had a thought, do you have to pick up Cam tonight?" he asked as he helped her into the high vehicle.
"No, he is spending the night with Grams. She is getting ready to move to Arizona for at least half the year so I let her take him at least one night a week." She explained.
"Arizona, are you okay with that?" he asked a bit concerned that Elizabeth's last blood relative was leaving town.
"Yes, she is going to be traveling back and forth but with her retirement, even with all of her volunteer projects, she was a bit bored." Jason drove through the semi-silent streets towards her apartment building.
"Elizabeth… tonight, I have dreamed of us, of being with you like that for years." He admitted flushing. "Whatever happens, I want you to know that I have no regrets."
"I don't have any either." She said looking at his profile. "Though, I could have lived without Stan and your ex-girlfriend being in the closet listening to us."
With a sharp laugh, he said "Me too, but at least Stan had in ear plugs."
Walking her up to her apartment, he was about to go and knock on Emily's door when Elizabeth said "Jason, its two in the morning, she is more than likely asleep."
When she had unlocked her door, Jason took a look around before entering for just a moment. Shutting the door behind him, he had her pressed between the wall and him as he captured her lips in quick kiss. Pulling back just a bit, he said "This time don't change your mind about me by morning."
Hurrying out the door, he was in his truck, wincing as he knew she had to be trying to figure out what he was talking about.
Elizabeth just went to shower, grimacing at the sticky evidence that they hadn't used protection. Soon she was fast asleep, her body exhausted, her mind at peace and her heart aware she was once again one with her soul mate.
Jason went for a drive, arriving back at the Towers, he was about to pull in when he saw that Spencer was still there. Making a quick call, he was told "He went ape shit when Mac had the medics revive him. He refused to go to the hospital, said he was fine. You should be worried man; he would shoot you in the back, never stopping to think of the consequences. Lansing, he just looked like hell when he left."
Calling up to the penthouse, he asked Stan if Sam had been taken care of. "Yeah, old Doc Dooley, he gave her a sedative. I had one of the guards take her to a safe house."
"We have to deal with this mess. Do we know how she ended up on the hook for the death of Diego Alcazar?"
"Sonny set it up. This has Max's fingerprints all over it." Said his intel guy. "That is where it gets ugly. Someone hacked in to the police data base, changed some of evidence so that she is the only one who could be convicted of killing the kid."
"We need to find this person." He snapped.
"I know his name online; I am trying to track the Jackal down. I should tell you, he is good, but there are major weaknesses in his programming. He can be traced through his Internet trail."
"Track him down and send two of our people to pick him up. I want Sam out of my hair by the end of the month." He snapped.
"Oh, that won't be an issue, Jason. She is almost catatonic. You are going to have to hear the recorder when I finally get it cleared up." Said a chucking Stan as he dreamed of the day he could let the other guards hear it. It was classic Sam.
While Jason went to investigate things, Lorenzo Alcazar was consoling Skye after she had woken up in the middle of the night after yet another dream in which their child had survived.
Vowing to make Sam pay for her words, words that were haunting Skye, he checked in on his hacker only to get his annoying answering machine message. "Kid, you had better be stone cold sober when I show up tomorrow. I want the whole world to come down on that McCall woman and no more excuses."
Maxie heard the message from where she was on the sofa. She had woken up a few minutes earlier to find herself in a room that looked straight out of some old movie.
Sitting up, she looked around, seeing all the flowers, the books, the bowls of grapes, even a harp, she was a bit worried until she saw the one thing that didn't belong. A lap top computer sitting open from which the sound of Lorenzo Alcazar's voice had come.
"My goddess has awakened." announced the cheerful looking but fashionably challenged geek as he backed his way into the room. "For you my love, breakfast."
Taking in the tray with what looked like eggs cut in the shape of hearts, toast as well, then the bacon which he had used to write her name, Maxie glared at the kid. "What no rose in a vase?"
Looking crestfallen, the geek said "Oh... I forgot it. I will be right back."
"No, no, look. Spumoni, I am not interested in you, kidnapping me is not going to change that." she said cringing in remembrance of his poetry recitation at the gala while wearing a power blue tuxedo.
"But goddess, the tests all prove that you are meant to be my soul mate, the yin to my yang, the peanut butter to my jelly, the star that my satellite is to revolve around." he said beaming at her.
"Tis why I arranged all this, why I went to work for Evil Al in spite of my abiding attraction to another which I had overcome to worship in awe of your wondrous beauty."
Maxie had had enough, for months now, this little creep had been stalking her, ruining her only date since Jesse had died with his computer antics, he had messed with her credit, had almost gotten her arrested when the credit card company had been convinced she had done something to make her bills go away. This, this was the last straw.
He had grabbed her, kidnapped her and she had... oh my god, Georgie. She had been kidnapped and poor Georgie who had been drunk was now alone, more than likely preyed upon by a man who would take advantage of her weak state.
Looking at her watch, shocked to figure out she had lost eight hours, and furious to know that thanks to the cretin in front of her, Georgie had most likely done something she would regret this morning, Maxie advanced on the geek.
When he nervously set the breakfast tray down, she grabbed his arm, brought it behind his back and up as far as she could. Listening to his yelp of pain felt good even as she bent it back more.
"Now unless you want me to break this off, you had better tell me where we are and how I can get out of here, you degenerate creep."
"But goddess..." Maxie let go of his arm reached out, lifted the computer in front of her, brought it down on his head and knocked the freak out. Getting to the door to find it was unlocked, she ran as fast as she could.
Happy to find she was down near the docks, not that far from someplace she knew, she hurried to the Towers with plans to call her father and get the annoyance arrested.
Hearing her name being called, she turned to see Milo, one of Sonny's guards who regularly came into Kelly's, coming off the elevator. "Hi, can you give me a lift home, please, Milo."
"Uh, sure but first I have to bring in the rest of Stan's groceries." he said then asked her if she was okay, that she looked a bit rumpled.
"Wait, is Stan here?" she asked her mind on how the other man was an electronics specialist. "Can I talk to him?"
"He is at Morgan's place. I guess it is fine if you go up." he said after all, others had been here this morning.
Maxie hurried to the elevator, then when she arrived on the correct floor, didn't even wait to be told to enter, she just rushed in shouting Stan's name.
Coming out of the kitchen, he saw the petite blond who was acting distraught and said "Maxie is everything okay?"
"No, I was kidnapped by some geek who is working for Lorenzo Alcazar. Here." she said shoving the laptop at him. "Do me a favor, when Jason is done with him, have him shoot him, repeatedly, then draw and quarter the jerk."
"Maxie, what is this?" he asked looking at the laptop with hair and blood in the seams.
"Oh, that is Spumoni's computer. He is some sort of computer genius; at least that is what he is always telling me. He calls him self some sort of animal nickname. Jaguar, I think."
Stan couldn't believe the ease of this. "Wait, could it be the Jackal?"
"I don't know and don't care. I just want the little freak to leave me alone." she growled as she went to the door and then turned. "Do me a favor, if my dad were to ask, you never saw me. I am so dead, I lost a drunken Georgie last night."
Worried about his secret partner, Stan tensed then said "What do you mean you lost your sister?"
"She was in Jake's; she had had a couple of shots, was playing pool. I went to the ladies room, was coming back to drive her home when I was grabbed." she admitted shamefaced.
Stan pulled out his phone, dialing speed dial four and was glad to hear a familiar voice. "Are you okay?"
Georgie winced at the hangover she was suffering from even as she said "Yes, how did you know something was up?"
"Maxie, she is here with me, worried about you." he said taking a deep sigh of relief. "Where are you?"
"Robin's apartment building." she said as truthfully as she could. Feeling lips on the small of her back, she said "Tell my sister I want to know why she left me last night and that it had better be good that I will see her at Kelly's at one."
Georgie hit end, then was about to call her dad when she was told to hang up the phone. With a smile, she did as ordered then said "Anything else Master?"
John flipped her onto her back and slid between her legs to say "Nothing at this time. Damn, if I had known how last night was going to end..."
"Yes?" she asked with one eyebrow arched like she had seen Elizabeth do a thousand times while she had been observing her for scientific purposes.
"I would have bought food for the kitchen." he said burying his head between her breasts. Groaning he said "There is nothing here to eat except you."
John felt Georgie's hips twitch in response to his words and memories of the night before, but still didn't move. "I never want this day to end. Run away with me."
"I can't. I have responsibilities." she said including a boyfriend she needed to confront, make that ex-boyfriend. She had been so worried about protecting him from Lulu, she had been blindsided by who he had ended up sleeping with. The very idea of it triggered her gag reflex.
"I know." he said quietly. "Georgie..."
"What is it?" she asked, looking into his eyes which were clearly trouble.
"I wish... I guess what I am trying to say is that... I wish things could be different. That my life was different, that you weren't the wonderful person you are."
Swallowing hard, she said "I wish you would tell me what is going on, John. What is the big secret, what has you so scared?"
"I can't say." he replied resting his head face down in the pillow next to her head. Since the very first day he had seen her at Vista Point he had been attracted to her.
Then he had talked to her at the car parts store. His error of thinking she was still in high school had kept him from falling for her; at least that was what he had told himself. Then he had seen her out one day, found out the truth... but had grudgingly decided that she was still too young, too inexperienced.
That had ended the night before when he had seen her at Jake's, then had talked to her at the pool tables. He jumped to a different conclusion from something she had said...
The Night Before at Jakes:
Morgan had gone to get another beer and John wasn't in too much of a hurry to head home so in spite of the danger, he stayed. Sitting there watching as his favorite fantasy tossed back yet another shot of tequila then grimaced before biting the lemon, all he could do is watch in longing.
He never saw one of his father's men, watching him, watching Morgan while they watched the table full of women. When the very lovely ladies seemed to be breaking into smaller groups, John saw Morgan disappear out the back door following the incredibly beautiful nurse.
John however was watching waiting for a chance to at least say hello to Georgie. Finally she had wandered over to one of the pool tables and thanks to the drinks she had had her cue stick wasn't even close to hitting the balls. "Want some lessons?"
Georgie turned, looking at him, her inhibitions down as her scan traveled down from his eyes, to his chest clearly defined in his forest green t-shirt, then past his flat stomach and finally skimming his waist down to his long legs, then back up, stopping at the bulge that was now growing in spite of his best efforts.
Resting her hand on the pool stick, she said "Depends on what kind of lessons you are offering. You any good with a stick?"
"Depends." he said amused at this side of Georgie.
Sitting the cue stick on the felt, she crossed the half a foot to where he was standing and said "On what?"
"Which stick you are talking about." he replied, never taking his eyes off of hers. "That thin piece of ash you were holding, fair to middling."
"And the other stick?" she asked bluffing her way through new territory. "Are you any good with the thicker one I certainly hope is thicker?"
Resting her hands on his chest, she moved in to whisper, "Because I really wouldn't mind a few lessons, but I would need a master of the stick, otherwise, well I have discovered that solo lessons are fun too and less messy."
John moaned as Georgie's hand traveled down his stomach, past his belt and skimmed against his straining cock before reaching his upper thigh and squeezing. "Well, are you...?"
"Am I?" His brains were now scrambled as he felt her using her thumb and pinkie nails to travel back up the length of him as her hand discreetly cupped him.
"I don't know if you are, I guess we can always do a test, maybe find out where you rank." Georgie's good girl part of her brain was screaming for her to stop, the part that was keeping secrets was telling her to go for it, to find out what was making her act so erratic when around this very hot guy.
John reminded himself that he had no business even thinking about getting involved with this girl, that it wouldn't end well, but looking around, hoping for a reason not to go through with this, he found nothing.
Georgie's friends had left, Morgan was gone, there was no one there who would know if he were to take Georgie to his place, to finally claim what he so badly wanted to make his even if it was only for one night.
"Come with me?" he asked holding out his hand.
"I would love to." she said then picking up her purse, looked around to make sure that her sister had already left. "Only problem, it looks like my sister took my car."
"That's fine, I would love to give you a ride." he replied. In the front seat of the 'Cudda, he reached out and said "It will only be a few minutes. I have an apartment here in town."
Arriving at the garage entrance, he parked, then was about to help her get out when she did so on her own. Crossing over to the elevator, he pressed the button then looked around as he pulled her against him and stole a kiss. "To keep you warm."
"Trust me, there is no chance of getting cold." she said with a smirk as he got her into his apartment. She had noticed that it was the same building that Robin lived in and this would be convenient for later when she left.
Now that he had her in his place, John felt awkward, unsure but that quickly ended when he happened to look at Georgie and see her trembling hands. Suddenly the game changed. "Georgie, can we sit and talk for a few minutes."
When she blushed and said yes, he sat down next to her and reached for her hands. "In spite of your rather erotic vocabulary, that boyfriend of yours, he and you; he was your only lover, wasn't he?"
"I-I... yes." she said stuttering a bit. "But-" she almost told him she had done a lot of research, that she had an encyclopedia's worth of knowledge about sex and it's many, many variations.
"Do you want to stay, because if you do; I guarantee by morning that will have changed. Make sure that this is what you want, that I am the one you want to be here with." he said gently. "I am attracted to you, that has to be rather obvious, but if this isn't what you want or you change your mind, please, tell me. I would never push you further than you let me go."
Flushing she said "I want you; I wouldn't have hit on you like that, if I didn't."
"There is a huge difference in mentally and actually physically having sex, Georgie." he said as gently as he could. "Just promise me, if you change your mind tell me, I won't be angry."
Standing up, she disentangled her hand from his then said "John, I won't be changing my mind."
Mentally reminding himself how young she was, he stood then holding her hand, walked into his bedroom. Bending his head to kiss her, he felt her sigh and deepened the kiss, claiming her lips, as each mind blowing kiss dragged her under his spell.
"Georgie, talk to me." he whispered, "Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want us to do."
"I-I, I want it all." she said blushing a bit as he reached down had slowly unbuttoned her shirt before easing it off her shoulders and then tossing it on his dresser. "Take yours off too."
Without another word, John yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it next to Georgie's. "What now?"
Georgie reached behind and unclasped her bra, then shrugging her shoulders, removed it and added it to the pile of clothes.
With one step, John moved closer, as he dropped several light kisses on her lips then ran his hands down her arms as he removed them from hiding her breasts. Without pausing he leaned down closed his mouth around the tip.
Teasing, tormenting her by sucking gently then nipping at first one then the other.
When he heard her cry out, he lifted her onto the chest in front of him so that he could have better access. Feasting as she moaned out loud then came unexpectedly; he could see her shock at what had just been done to her.
When she moaned then wrapped her legs tightly around him, pressing her heat against his hardness, John tore his mouth away then lifted her, carrying her to the bed laying her across the middle.
She saw the heat in his eyes, and felt an answering response deep in her core. Finally understanding that she would not be faking anything, that she would truly feel what had everyone else so excited about, Georgie could only lie back as he lifted her to remove her jeans. "Georgie, are you sure?"
"Y-e-s." the word was drawn out of her as she kicked off the flats she still had on; shivering as she noticed her small thongs had come off too. At first she covered herself with her hand, then seeing his eyes on her; she slowly removed it, letting him see her, all of her. "I -, would you remove your jeans too?"
Lowering his head as he got undressed, he kicked off his shoes then shucked them off completely. "Anything else?"
"C-can, can I touch you." she asked. Instead of saying yes or no, John took her hand guided it back down to the spot she had been tormenting earlier. When she repeated the movement, he could only grit his teeth to keep from pushing things too fast on his inexperienced lover.
Laying down and moving her so that she was straddling him, John sat still waiting, hoping she would take control.
Georgie took a deep breath then kissed him like she had read about letting her tongue trail along his lower lip, before easing inside. Feeling a bit more comfortable a few minutes later to try what she had read about, Georgie kissed her way down his neck across his flat chest and then paused.
"It's okay, I promise I enjoy that as much as you do." he said then tensed as she flicked her tongue against his erect nipple before pulling it between her pursed lips. When she tugged, she felt him lift up into her and decided to see what would happen if she were to nip at him like he had her.
Tugging at her hair, he felt her stopping then tensing even as she asked if she did something wrong. "No, nothing but I want us to last all night and that, that is going to bring us to a happy ending way too soon."
"Can I ask something?" she said sitting back up so she could look him in the eyes. "I uh, would you teach me something?"
"Anything." he promised, when he heard what she said he almost stuttered himself as he agreed. Georgie moved off of the top and lay down beside of him.
"Please..." she asked. John watched as she stroked him, teased him with her hands, then found himself holding his breath as her head lowered, and then he felt the warmth of her mouth then her lips encircling the tip of his cock.
"Georgie-" When he felt her take more of him inside her, John strained against the need to explode right there in then. Fighting his urges, he left her explore as promised even though it was killing him.
When she took him in and began to move back and forth, he put a stop to her movements. "Georgie, please..."
"Did I do something wrong?" she asked, worried that in her inexperience she had hurt him.
"If it was any more right, you would be in no doubt of how much joy I found in what you were doing." he said with a slight laugh. Johnny lifted her, lying her back down next to him.
"You, you are a marvel, a dream." he said a he ran his hand down her body, caressing her, making sure she was still willing before moving closer. As John kissed his way down her chest, his hands moved south, teasing tormenting as he readied her for him. For Georgie, the fingers that were gently enacting the carnal acts she hoped to experience shook her when she felt him add a second finger.
She had read about the why, had even wrote about it, but knowing he was easing her body to soon accept something larger than two of his long fingers was leaving her aching with desire.
Georgie felt John's hand move to her neck as he eased her onto her back. She could feel him against her, his heaviness pressed against her deep aching core.
"Georgie..." she could see the question in his eyes, and just smiled and reached up to run her hands through his hair. With her legs on either side of his, John bent down to kiss her lips, to ease her into what would come next.
Reaching for the condom he had placed on his bed. Tearing it open, he rolled it on, knowing he had to protect her, the ingrained habit almost forgotten in his need and want.
Her eyes traveled down, watching as he slid on the condom, her mind grateful even as some part of her felt a sense of disappointment.
Lifting himself, watching her, he pushed into her, just enough to feel her tightness. When he felt her relax, John eased in and back, then rocked forward going deeper and deeper each time. Georgie moaned, wrapping her legs, tightly around him, almost fighting against his outward movement.
John grabbed her legs, pinned them open, then withdrew completely as he tried to slow down, to make sure she knew this was more than sex, that it was not just two bodies writhing around on a flat surface.
When he felt her hips lifting, he said "We have to slow down."
Her eyes shook him as they widened and she then said "But this is just the first round."
Gripping her thighs, he said "If that is how you want this to be, fine, but next round we are doing this my way."
With that, he thrust in deep, laying claim to her. Slowly pulling out, he thrust forward returning to her, "Oh… oh, John… that… it's ..."
"Yes, it is, we are perfect together." he said kissing her, then working his way down her throat, until he could latch onto her nipple taking pleasure in her loss of control as she started to pant, to beg for release.
Georgie's back arched, her legs were soon wrapped around him again, as she lifted herself into his thrusts. He began to thrust deeper and harder as the tautness of her body showed she was about come. Reaching down, he gently stroked her, once, twice, a third time.
He could feel Georgie fighting it, almost as if she were scared of what would happen. "Georgie, let go, I promise I will catch you, I won't let anything happen, just take the pleasure."
"I-I don't know how." she said almost in tears. "I have never been here before it's never happened like this."
"Just trust me." he said, trying to reassure her as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, "Just trust me."
The words did what the gentle touch couldn't as she came, coming apart in his arms. Her body convulsing around him as she cried out his name, John soon joined her as he thrust one final time before he buried his head in her shoulder.
John reluctantly moved out of her, knowing he had to get rid of the condom, even as his body didn't want to move. Returning as quickly he could, he laid back down next to her, his hand traveling down her soft skin.
Pulling Georgie over him, soon that her legs were on either side of his, he pulled her into another kiss.
"You are like a drug." he told her as he moved on to show her how much fun there was to be had with her on top.
Coming back to earth, John held onto Georgie then sighed as he looked at his watch. He didn't want his father's goons tracking him down while he was with Georgie, so he kissed her, then slipped out of bed and quietly went to shower and dress.
Returning, he found her at the window and asked "Are you okay?"
"Yes, I was just thinking that I am going to have a long day today. I have to meet Maxie for lunch, have a long delayed conversation with Dillon, then I have a meeting I can't avoid." She said with a sigh, thinking on her secrets. Now she had another one and she didn't like that. Maybe it was time to at least admit her first secret.
Elizabeth woke up and went to knock on Emily's door knowing her best friend had had more than a few shots the night before. Smirking as she held the cup of coffee, she knocked again.
Hearing the slight sound of footsteps, she was checking to see if the coffee was still hot when the door was finally opened. Since her eyes were down, she first saw the bare feet of someone that clearly wasn't Emily.
Traveling up, she saw the towel, then the chest, thinking to herself that at least Emily hadn't taken home some pity date when her eyes widen and she started to choke.
"S-steven, what are you doing in Emily's apartment?" she snarled at her brother. "And wearing nothing but a towel? Where are you clothes, seriously, I mean, she was nice enough to take you in when I wasn't home, but to answer the door…"
"Steven, come back to the shower." Emily's voice trailed off as she saw the astounded face of her best friend who looked like she had been hit with a baseball bat.
"Elizabeth,Iswear,Icanexplain,it'snotwhatitlookslike." She said her voice rising about twenty decibels.
Elizabeth at first was going to just back away without saying a word, when the symmetry of things hit her. She had spent the last evening with Jason, and Emily had apparently done the same with her own brother.
Seeing the fear in Emily's eyes and the worry in Steven's she hid her need to smile and hoped her eyes didn't show her amusement as she said "Really, you expect me to believe that, Emily Bowen Quartermaine."
"I-I…" Emily was afraid she was about to lose her best friend, she had always known that she was partly responsible for Elizabeth's and Jason's problems out of her own discomfort over her friend being involved with her brother and here she had done the exact same thing.
When Steven started to talk, Elizabeth pretended to scowl then said "So it's either that you took advantage of my brother who was staying because I didn't come home right away or my brother took advantage of my best friend who had had too much to drink."
"NO! No, it wasn't anything like that…" said Emily her face turning white at the glare on Elizabeth's face. "It was… er… uh, I… swear…"
Suddenly unable to hold in her laughter any longer, Elizabeth sat the coffee mug down and fell onto the sofa her chuckles loud in the silence. "You should see the looks on your faces. It's hilarious. I mean… wait. Steven, what are you doing here?"
"Can I get dressed before I get the third degree." He asked, flushing as his sister looked at him then said "Why bother, I am sure that Emily has seen you in less."
"Elizabeth!" shrieked her best friend as she ran into her bedroom then came back out and pointing at the coffee asked if it was for her.
"Yes, I came over there to talk, to tell you about some developments, but you stole my thunder." She said pouting.
Emily hurried towards her room, hoping against hope that Elizabeth hadn't done anything foolish like take back Lucky. In the bedroom, she was heading for her closet when she saw Steven pulling jeans out of his locker wearing nothing but his briefs. "I wish I could say just leave them off."
Acting scandalized, Steven walked over to where Emily was only wearing a towel, undid it, then taking a peek said "Emily, I have to go to my grandmothers, I really don't think the bridge club would be too happy if I were to be only wearing my underwear."
"Oh I wouldn't be so sure about that Steven." She said with one last leer before getting dressed. Returning to the living room, she saw Elizabeth was still giggling a bit and said "It's not that funny."
"You have no idea." She said darkly then with a smirk waited until Emily took another sip of her coffee then said "See, while you were having your way with my brother, I was doing the same with yours."
"NO WAY!" said the scandalized but hopeful voice in the doorway. Turning to where Georgie Jones was standing, Elizabeth waited because it was clear she wasn't done speaking. "Darn it, Elizabeth. You just cost me a hundred bucks."
"Who are you and why were you betting on my sister having sex with Jason Morgan?" asked the angry man from the doorway of the bedroom.
Georgie couldn't resist taking a good look at the man wearing just jeans. Walking over to where he was standing she said "Emily, nice puppy you brought home with you. Hi, I am Georgie Jones, you must be Steven. As for the bet, don't worry it was only between my sister and I."
"Maxie won?" asked Emily.
Turning to the other women, she said "Yes, she had this year, I didn't have them giving in until next year. We are also betting on Patrick and Robin. You, you were supposed to end up with Nik according to Maxie, I said it would be someone new. At least I won that one."
"Georgie…" Elizabeth could see the slight mark on the younger girls neck as she sat down next to her. "Uh, are those the same clothes you were wearing last night?"
Flushing she said "Yes, and Emily, could you please not say anything. I need to talk to Dillon first but that bad boy question, yeah, he is one. Let's just say that my dad is going to have a heart attack."
"Wait, the guy I saw talking to Jason last night?" asked Emily. When Georgie nodded yes, she said "Oh my god, Georgie. He won't be the only one. Do you know who your friend is?"
"His name is John and I know he is connected." She said with a slight frown.
"Yeah, connected is a good word for it. I heard about your pal John once when Sonny was talking to his guards. He is the heir to the Zacchara family." She said her voice sounding strange.
Hearing Steven swear, Georgie frowned at the man. "I think you should know. Your friend, John Zacchara is known as the dark prince. He is the only son of Anthony Zacchara, a man more insane than sane. He makes Sonny look like a cuddly teddy bear."
Georgie's hands were shaking as she starred at the two women, then at Elizabeth's brother before saying. "Mac is going to kill me, isn't he?"
Elizabeth nodded sympathetically then said. "I think we need a GNO meeting, without the drinks because clearly we are both in deep shit."
"Why?" asked Emily frowning.
"Let's see, Sam is on the run, Jason has to straighten that out since she is trying to drag him down into her mess. Ric and Lucky saw Jason and me on the sofa in the middle of making love. Georgie, your dad was there too."
Snickering at that one, she said "Wow, you also have Carly, Sonny and all the rest of the mess that surrounds Jason too."
The two women looked at one another then at Steven and Emily, things were quiet for a moment, then Emily said "Well we can top that, we forgot to use birth control."
"Jason and I didn't either." Admitted Elizabeth.
Smirking Georgie said "Well at least I don't have that hanging over my head, we used Enduros, so besides practicing safe sex, we helped increase the profits of ELQ."
"Georgie, on behalf of my grandfather, thank you." Said Emily with a straight face. "But before we do that, there is something you need to know. I saw Dillon, with Lulu. So don't feel guilty about John."
"Considering I saw him with Courtney Matthews, yeah, I won't." she said disgusted. There was the sound of eeewwws then Emily said "Wait, I saw her with Lucky too."
"Okay, now I really need to gag." Said Georgie. As they stood to go their separate ways, Steven and Elizabeth to their grams, Emily to the hospital and Georgie for her meeting with Maxie, they had no idea that things were about to explode.
At a large house on the outskirts of Crimson Point the night before a man was cackling as he told the man on the other end of the phone to take the shot.
The shot was fired, a claret colored spot spread across the sidewalk as a man fell to the ground in the darkness of the night. "Make it look like the kid did it."
Hanging up, he turned to the woman standing there, her red heels the only color in the whole room. "It's taken care of."
"Good, I want Alcazar to be next." With that she walked away. Stopping at the empty bedroom next to her, she scowled when she saw that John wasn't home yet.
She didn't know which whore he was with, but she soon would and that was one woman who wouldn't see daylight again after she found out who she was.
TBC