Chapter 51

Jon wanted to throttle Caryn, but the one thing he wasn't was a woman beater. Or a rapist. Or a murderer of kids. So…all things given, he wasn't that bad a person. His hands convulsed, tempted as Hell to choke her out, but he didn't.

"This looks delicious, honey." He purred, acting as if she hadn't just sent Vallea fleeing the room under a cloud of humiliation. Jon took a step forward, tripped, and his plate wound up in her smiling face, and he kept falling because he seen things through.

Monique hid a smile behind her hand as Caryn went running out bawling while Jon pushed himself up onto his feet, apologizing profusely.

Vallea was halfway up the beach, having to navigate over some of the sand in order to get to the parked cars, when she heard screeching behind her. Caryn, and her face full of cake, came barreling by her in tears, screaming at the top of her lungs at how much of an asshole Jon Good was. Blinking, Vallea could only imagine what had happened and continued on her way, having taken her heels off to walk in the sand faster. Sand and heels did NOT mix. She wiped a few tears from her cheeks, letting some of them fall, but Caryn's outburst had temporarily jolted her out of her crying jag.

Jon had to make his excuses, apologizing up and down for the mishap, but he had to go find his date.

Monique and Joe had waved him off, neither bothering to hide their smirks. Monique had seen the way Caryn had acted, so…Caryn wanted to act like a kid; she got to deal with Jon retaliating in the same fashion. Joe was just glad Monique hadn't lost her mind over the incident. But now, now that the ring was on her finger and she was his wife, she seemed all happy and relaxed.

Jon looked around, his eyes finally narrowing in on a pink dress way down the beach. Sighing, he took off after Vallea. Dress shoes and sand were not conducive to running.

Vallea stopped when she heard her name being called and groaned, not wanting to face Jon right now because she was a mess. A cake splattered mess. Granted, the cake only got on the top of her dress and boobs, but still, she had nothing to wipe it off with. Grumbling, she slowly turned to face him as he jogged up to her and couldn't meet his eyes, hoping her makeup wasn't smeared from the light cry she had.

"What is it?" She asked impatiently, crossing her arms in front of her chest and holding her heels on her fingertips. "I'm going back to the hotel…"

"You're a hot fucking mess, babe." She had been crying, there were faint shimmery streaks through the make-up she had worn. Her hair was coming undone, and she had frosting still smeared everywhere; that dress was probably ruined. "Caryn's worse." He reached out with a finger to wipe a smidge of frosting off the swell of her breast, popping the digit in his mouth. Delicious. "I'll take you back, Val. I'm sorry she did that to you."

"No, no, don't worry about it. Don't worry about me, I'm fine." Vallea sucked her bottom lip between her teeth when he did that, making the mistake of raising her eyes to meet his. "You're the Best Man, and you shouldn't leave the wedding yet. Go have fun…" Her voice had grown softer, lower, and that desire was back, raging powerfully inside of her and pulsating through her eyes.

All she wanted to do was have a fun-filled night with Jon and it'd been ruined, thanks to some jealous bitch that wanted what she couldn't have.

"Oh…well, uh, after I tripped and accidentally knocked my plate of cake into Caryn's face…I was released of my Best Man duties." Jon scuffed his shoe in the sand, trying to hide a wicked smirk. "She left, so…besides not like I had anything else to do. We're not carrying Joe to his honeymoon suite because he and Monique are bailing in a few hours…" Which was why there was an open bar, he supposed, so nobody noticed.

Vallea couldn't help laughing, wishing she would've stuck around to see that go down and knowing he did it because of her. For her. His overprotective nature had surfaced again, and it made her heart do a funny flutter in her chest. She did not blame Monique and Joe for taking off – hell, it was their wedding night, and they loved each other. They could do whatever they damn well pleased.

"So, I'm assuming you're not taking Caryn up on her offer from earlier?" She slid her hands up his buttoned-up shirt and back down again. "I mean you did pie face her with cake, unless that was some kind of foreplay between you two…" Vallea tried and failed to keep a straight face.

"Her offer?" Jon echoed, confusion in his tone and written on his face. He felt her fingers skimming his pocket and mentally smacked himself, reaching in to pull out that keycard. "Caryn seemed nice enough," Before she had pulled that stunt with Vallea. "But she's not my type, babe. I don't do thirsty bitches." Well, not counting Darla, but that was neither here nor there. "Besides, I HAVE a date." He looped his arm around her, pulling her flush against his body. "Remember?"

She stroked the back of his neck, enjoying how close they were, and she could practically taste his lips against hers. "How could I forget?" Her hand slid up his buzzed hair and back down, their chests pressed together, and Vallea was sure he probably had a smear of cake on his shirt.

Jon didn't seem to mind though, his eyes not leaving hers, and the breeze felt wonderful coming off the ocean. Deciding to take a chance, a risk, Vallea leaned up and forward on her tiptoes and brought his mouth down on hers, softly kissing him. She missed him so much; the taste of him and his lips were just as soft as she remembered. Vallea moaned, feeling his arm tighten around her more, the kiss deepening between them.

It was just a kiss, just a kiss, it didn't mean it had to lead to other things. Jon's proper head was telling him this, all logically and rationally, reminding him that sex with this woman was never going to be JUST sex; it was impossible. His dick, however, was straining in his boxer briefs, informing him that it had been an ungodly long time since the last time they had gotten laid -ever since she had moved back in- and she was willing. More importantly, it was Vallea. He brought a hand up to her face, gently cupping her cheek, and groaned. She tasted delicious, better than he remembered.

They were complicated and beyond messy.

Something or someone always came along to ruin what they had, and Vallea didn't want it happening again. She couldn't stand to have her heart broken by this man one more time or to break his. Who was left to stand in their way, however? Who would be foolish enough to try to destroy them a third time? Vallea made it clear she would kill to protect Jon, and Jon would do anything for her. They had killed for each other – if that wasn't true love, she didn't know what was.

"Still curious about what's under this dress, handsome?" She asked in a mumble against his lips before kissing him again, not able to pull away fully or get enough. "If so, take us back to the hotel and unwrap it to find out…"

"Not to sound like a tool, but I've got a pretty good idea what's under the dress, Val." Jon rumbled, amusement in his eyes as he stared down at her.

She flushed under his knowing look, and his mind wandered back to the many, many times he had seen her naked. Of course, she wasn't all skin and bones now; she was eating again, and she looked like a curvaceous goddess who needed to be worshipped. He bent down, lifting her up into his arms much the way Joe had done Monique earlier, and twirled her in the sand.

"You sure, doll? You won't be able to walk straight for days."

She pressed her forehead against his while he twirled her in the sand, caressing his bearded face with her hand, and kissed him again. "I-I know I messed up, and I hurt you really bad. I'm not asking you to jump back into this with me either. If all we have is one night together in Hawaii, I'll take it." If all he could give her was sex, at least she would be with him in some capacity, and Vallea would learn to live with it, already feeling her heart beginning to mend. She missed him so much, his smell, his touch, his kisses, the way he made love to her and how his cock felt deep inside of her. "I want you, Jon, only you…" Vallea kissed his neck, using her lips, tongue, and teeth to tease his skin, and she felt his grip on her tighten.

"We both know this is going to be more than a night, Vallea." He hissed, his head lulling backwards to give her full access to his throat. Teasing wench. "We were never good at not diving right into things." He wasn't sure, still, if that was a good or bad thing. But who was there left to stand between them? Nobody. Not unless Caryn turned out to be some sort of psychopath, and even their luck wasn't that bad, not even combined. "All right, before I fuck you right here in the sand." Which wasn't a bad idea the more he thought about it.

"I'm just saying, if this is all you can give me…" Jon pulled back to press a finger to her lips, kissing her to shut her up. "Mmm, hotel now…"

As enticing as making love on the sand would be, she did not need that stuff in her lower extremities or wedding guests finding them screwing just outside of the venue. No, she wanted her reconciliation with Jon to be completely private, still not into voyeurism. Somehow, they managed to keep their hands off long enough to get back to the hotel, taking the back stairs up to her room since it was closer. The moment the door was closed, Jon was on her, and she accepted the onslaught, feeling him lift her to where her legs encircled his waist, their mouths hungrily devouring each other. Vallea broke the kiss to once again attack his neck, unbuttoning his shirt to push it off his shoulders and arms, exposing his delicious bare chest. She moved down as much as she could in this position to worship, touch, and kiss every inch she could, feeling his muscles rippling beneath her touch and mouth.

The hotel was better. Nobody needed sand burnt on their delicate extremities, and he didn't feel like having to irrigate his backside because he had brought half the beach back with him. Groaning in need, Jon forcefully pulled himself away from her and put some space between them. "On your feet, babe, time to unwrap you." He wanted to see her without that dress, in just the choker, his eyes lingering on it.

Chokers were hot; her in one…spank bank material for another time.

"Okay, it's really simple. Do you want me to do it or do you want to do it?"

When he gestured for her to continue with his hand, Vallea smiled and reached up to pull one strap down her arm, unwrapping the dress from her body. Most of the cake had gotten on the V-shaped neckline the dress had, and Jon had managed to remove the rest of it while they made out. Beneath the dress was a lace pink thong that contrasted beautifully with her skin. Vallea removed the rest of it, taking the nude cups away from her breasts, and let the material fall to the carpeted floor, dropping them along with it. Now, she stood before him in just the diamond choker and pink lace thong, watching his eyes darken to a deep cerulean as his eyes slowly scanned her from head to toe.

"I didn't want any panty lines since the dress is so thin as it is…" It wasn't often Vallea wore thongs, but in this dress, it was a must.

It was like god had heard his silent prayers for the G-string -a thong was damn close, he'd take it- and just the diamond choker. Jon just stayed where he was, committing this view to memory. Long, luscious legs meant to be wrapped around his waist. Those curvy hips that his hands molded to so perfectly. Finally, Jon moved to his knees before her, wrapping his hands around her ankles and letting them skim upwards very slowly, feeling her skin breaking out into goosebumps beneath his palms.

"Mmm…" And back down again before he brought both hands up to lightly slap both cheeks and pulled her right into his waiting face.

She would never, ever wear a G-string, not unless it was for a special occasion involving Jon, and he specifically asked for it. She moaned at the feeling of his hot breath puffing against her lace-covered sex. The material was so thin, it was almost as if she could actually FEEL his breath completely. This was how a man was supposed to treat a woman he loved and desired. Her fingers ran over his head and massaged his shoulders while he continued kissing and tugging at the thong with his teeth teasingly. Vallea had removed the bracelet at the venue and put it in her silver clutch, which was currently on the floor along with the dress and nude cups. Without realizing it, she began to grind herself against his mouth, and Jon smacked her backside again, squeezing her cheeks.

She could grind herself all over his face, he would die a happy man. Eventually, Jon got the thong down and used his teeth to remove them to the knee, then he let his hands take over. "Mmm…" Her glistening sex was now properly bared to him, and his growl of approval was probably what caused the full-body shiver she did. Jon ran the tip of his tongue up along her slit, his eyes rolling back into his head at her exquisite taste.

It had been way too long.

It was a VERY good thing Vallea had shaved and cleaned up downstairs prior to the wedding. Something told her to do it, so she had a very light strip of hair and made sure to Veet, wanting to be as smooth as possible. She had no idea this would actually happen with Jon, but wearing a thong with a lot of hair down there wasn't comfortable or sanitary.

"Oh god…Jon…" She breathed out, grinding harder because his tongue had found that one sweet spot, and she could already feel her climax building.

He was worshipping her pussy with his delectable tongue and lips, paying close attention to her clit. All the while, her hands were on his head, lightly digging her nails into his skull since his hair was far too short to grab onto. He was going to worship every inch of her before the night was over. He highly doubted Colby had gone out of his way to give her any sort of pleasure. Colby was obviously not that kind of guy. Or hadn't been. Not if he'd had to blackmail a woman into his bed. What kind of pathetic, insecure pencil dick did that? Jon reluctantly pulled one hand from her backside to move between her legs, adding additional stimulation. He was waiting for it, for her to cum all over his waiting tongue.

No, Seth had only been concerned with his needs and desires and getting his dick wet. He didn't care about her, not one iota, not like Jon. Vallea could feel the pure love emanating from Jon with every swipe of his tongue, and he'd been the last man to go down on her. Seth never bothered since all of their encounters had been forced and rape. Her thighs trembled, her knees shook, and her entire body tensed as the euphoric climax washed over her, gushing for him. Only Jon. Her hot juices coated his tongue, and he began drinking his fill, her cries echoing around the hotel room. It was a good thing Jon was holding her up because Vallea didn't have the strength to stand on her own at the moment.

It was like holding up a warm, pliable corpse because she had become dead weight from the sheer magnitude of her orgasm. He didn't mind the weight at all, rather enjoying the feel of her again. Standing up, Jon lifted her off the ground, feeling her body quivering from the aftermath, and kissed the top of her head, letting her cool down. He set down with her in his lap, reaching for the bottle of unopened water on the nightstand, and handed it to her.

"Better refuel, babe. We've got a long night ahead of us."

"Open the double doors and let that ocean breeze in here, please." Vallea requested in a murmur, taking the water and took a couple gulps while Jon set her on the bed, a dreamy smile on her face. If this was a dream, she never wanted to wake up from it again. She watched him open the doors, and instantly, the breeze blew over her naked body, which felt absolutely amazing. "I'm okay." She murmured, seeing the slight concern in his electric blues and reached for him, accepting a passionate kiss that sent her world spiraling, tasting herself on his tongue. "Fuck me until I pass out, Jon…"

That was a request he definitely couldn't and wouldn't refuse. Jon began shedding the rest of his clothes, fairly certain she'd pass out before he did. She had probably been celibate since Colby's 'tragic' death and likely hadn't gone long when the man had been alive. Crawling up the bed to hover over her, Jon's pale blue eyes raked over her hungrily, licking his lips.

"You're gorgeous, you know that?" And all his.

"You make me feel that way…beautiful, wanted, desired, loved…it's always been you and nobody else."

Vallea didn't want this to be fast or a quick fuck session. She wanted him to make love to her slowly, to relish the feeling of their bodies connected again after all this time. Jon's assumptions were right, she had been completely celibate since she murdered Seth. Feeling him settle between her soft thighs, Jon kissed her as he slowly began pushing past her slick folds, reaching down to stimulate her a little. He wasn't a small man, not like Seth's pencil thin dick and she gasped out against his mouth, their fingers lacing together to press into the mattress.

"Oh, Jesus…" She groaned out, her body trembling from the welcoming invasion, and arched her neck, the feeling of him fully sheathed inside of her indescribable. "Fuck, I missed you so much…"

Jon just held that position, not moving. Well not of his own volition, he couldn't stop his cock from giving the occasional twitch, it was begging him to move. But he wanted to prolong this, enjoy this feeling. The feel of her warm, velvety folds wrapped around him again; it had felt like an eternity, and, honestly, he wasn't sure if they'd ever be together this way again.

"I missed you too, doll." He rasped out in a gritty voice.

After what felt like an eternity, he slowly began to move, not about to just pound away at her. He didn't let go of her hands as he bent his head down, capturing a nipple gently between his teeth.

Two hours later, Vallea collapsed on top of Jon in a sweaty heap, her hair in all different directions from coming out of the updo she had it in. They had taken each other to the clouds and back again, neither speeding up the slow, methodic pace they had set. It ended with them both climaxing together, the intensity off the charts and crying each other's names. Jon had bolted upright and pulled her on top of him, emptying his seed inside of her receptive body. It was a perfect night with the moon shining in the room, the ocean breeze blowing through the open door, and their bodies molded together as one.

"I love you…and I don't care how long it takes, I will win you back completely." She looked up at him, caressing his bearded face, and leaned up to softly capture his lips, feeling him roll her to the side as they continued kissing. "I'm gonna prove it to you right now. Marry me, Jonathan David Good, please?"

All Jon could do was stare at Vallea, wondering if she was pulling his leg. The world seemed to have sort of come to a dead stop for him, he could hear either the waves pounding the shore or that was his heart in his ears. "Say that again?" He asked quietly, listening as she softly repeated it. She was asking him to marry her. She wanted to get married again. Properly. To him, of all people. He didn't know what to think, though he could definitely feel something warm engulfing him. "Yes." He caught her hand and held it against his cheek. "Yes, I will."

"Yeah? You will?" Vallea began raining kisses all over his face and finally planted a passionate one on his lips, wrapping her arm tightly around his neck. She slowly pulled back with tears in her eyes, touching his face and gazing into his pale blues, resting her forehead against his. "I-I'm so sorry I hurt you…and I swear to you, I swear I will spend the rest of our lives together making it up to you. Proving to you every day how much I love you." Hell, if he wanted to start a family with her, she would do it in a heartbeat. Whatever Jon wanted, she would give him because all Vallea wanted to do was make him happy. "You're it for me, Jon. You were it for me that day on the Red Rocks when you saved me. And if I'm getting married for real, I'm only doing it once, and I want it to be with you. I want to be Mrs. Good and die when I'm 100 years old in your arms…" Tears slipped down her cheeks as she pressed his hand against her pounding heart. "This has always been and always will be yours. I've only given my heart to one man in my life, and it's you. I've only ever said I love you to one other man in my life, and it's you, Jon." Seth had tried to get her to say to him, but she refused and gladly dealt with the consequences. "You mean everything to me, and I can't be happy without you. I can barely live and survive without you. And I don't need a big, fancy wedding like Monique and Joe had, unless that's what you want."

"I'm good either way, babe, whatever works for you." Jon was still a little bit dazed.

They were engaged, and he hadn't been the one to propose. In all honesty, he thought Vallea would never want to get married again after her Vegas chapel special; he could scratch that kind of wedding right off the venue and type list. She had just given him words that most women wanted to hear, and he got why. It gave them butterflies, made them flush, and got their hearts racing.

"Don't we ever do anything normal?" He demanded in a growl, beginning to kiss her over and over again. "I love you, Vallea Scholar. I've tried doing this without you, and it don't work." For either of them. "So you say when, and I'm there."

Jon was wrong in his assumption of her not wanting a Vegas wedding.

There was no way in HELL Seth would destroy Vegas for her and Jon. This was where they met and fell in love. This was where they were happiest in their home on the outskirts. It wasn't the same chapel, but luckily, there were MANY chapels in the Las Vegas area to choose from. She had chosen a rather extravagant one and wore a white wrap dress much like the one at Joe and Monique's wedding. The diamond choker was a must; Jon insisted on it, and she had giggled before assuring him she would be wearing it.

With her hair down, which was now waist length and curled for style, Vallea had gotten simple white roses with diamonds in them for her bouquet. Jon had a thing about diamonds, which was why her engagement ring was a beautiful princess cut diamond ring with tiny blue sapphires on either side set on a white gold band. Her wedding band was outlined in diamonds, simple and classic. Surprisingly, Monique agreed to be Vallea's Maid of Honor when she was asked, and the girls finally reconciled. Vallea had also come clean to Monique about what happened and what she did to Seth, not mentioning anything about Jon's murders. Those secrets she would die with. Unfortunately, she had to just say Seth blackmailed her for something she did a long time ago in her past, before Vegas, and Monique didn't question her on it. At least it was the partial truth, and it was good enough to get their friendship back on track again.

Just before the stroke of midnight, on New Year's Eve, they were pronounced husband and wife, and Jon kissed his bride at the stroke of midnight. Their wedding anniversary would forever be on New Year's Eve now, which both were perfectly fine with. Jon carted her off, driving them out to the Red Rocks, and they made love for hours on end in the desert, consummating their marriage in front of the very place where Jon had saved her life over two years ago.

From here on out, their love was an ascension, always rising and never falling, even through good and bad times…until death parted them.

The End.