Chapter 59

The last time she’d left San Francisco under the blanket of night, Rachel was headed for New Jersey, as she was now.  Only then she’d been broken and hanging on by the hair of her chinny-chin-chin, so to speak.  The months-ago red-eye flight that ultimately led her to Jon – and  a whole new life – hadn’t been nearly as luxurious or as pleasant as the flight she was now sharing with him.

  

As soon as they were safely in the air, Jon had slipped away to use the bathroom.  Rachel was left alone with her thoughts as she watched the twinkling lights of the Bay Area fall away beneath them as the plane continued to climb into the clouds.

“What are you thinking about?”

His return had interrupted her jaunt down Not-So-Happy Memory Lane, and it was more than welcome.  “Just remembering the night I left here and then found myself living next door to a rock star.”

Ordinarily, Jon took the window seat and Rachel sat on the aisle next to him, but tonight their positions were reversed, and she was at the window.  The couch across from their seats had been made out to accommodate a more comfortable sleep during the long flight to New Jersey and she hoped to be able to relax enough to take advantage of it.

The lights on the ground were still visible, though not as pronounced as they’d been when she left California so many months ago, and it was a breathtaking sight.  “The lights tonight look so beautiful.  Not at all haunting like they were that night.  I remember I couldn’t bear to watch it disappear, so I closed the shades on the window and willed myself to just not look back.”

Rachel could see the change in Jon’s body language and she knew him well enough to know he was struggling with what his response to that should be.  She didn’t want a response, and she certainly didn’t want to be a downer, so she made an intentional shift in the tone of their conversation.  “Of course if I’d known I’d fall in love with the first sweaty, blonde man jogging on the side of the road I might have been more excited that night.”

His smile was both relieved and grateful.  “And if I’d known the cute blonde trying to push her luggage through that gate was gonna turn out to be a sexual predator, I’d have kept on running instead of stopping to help.”

“Bullshit.  If you’d known you were gonna get lucky with the new neighbor you’d have carried my bags on top of your head while hopping on one foot up the driveway.  You were desperate for some action, that’s for sure. ” 

Jon snorted in laughter as he powered up his laptop to check emails.  “I probably wasn’t as desperate to get laid as you’d like to believe, Rach. “

It was actually shameful how much it turned her on that he’d been a complete man-whore before she came into the picture.  Women were helpless and hopeless with one wink from Jon.  Whether a high-society party or fundraiser for the hungry and/or homeless, Rachel could count on at least a dozen women trying to pack him up and take him home from any given event they attended.  

“Oh really, baby?  When I met you, how long had it been since you’d gotten laid?”

“About an hour.”

Her eyes rolled back in their sockets, with an amused grin thrown in for good measure.  Rachel shouldn’t have been surprised.  And really, she wasn’t.  “You’re such a slut.” 

Jon attempted to look ashamed but he couldn’t quite pull it off, although Rachel appreciated his poetic attempt to lessen the feigned sting.  “I was a slut.  But then you saved me from myself and a lifetime of meaningless one-night stands with hot, young girls half my age.  Thank you, baby.”

“Just call me cost-saving initiative.  Think how much money you’ll save on Christmas presents this year now that you’ve weeded out your female companions.” 

“Speaking of Christmas…Val just sent me a list of parties coming up.  You don’t have to go to all of them, or any of them for that matter, but you’re welcome to come to any that you’d like to.”  Jon was glancing down the list of names in his email when one in particular caught his eye.  “Paul McCartney always has a great group of people – you’ll love that one.  You’ve met Ron, so you may enjoy that one, too.  Looks like Warren Buffett is having a party…”

Rachel’s eyes were wide and her gasp was loud enough to have been an embarrassment if she’d cared enough to be embarrassed.  “YOU KNOW WARREN BUFFETT?”

The famed businessman had been a huge inspiration to Rachel and she had read nearly 20 books about him.  He was said to be immensely frugal, continuing to live in the home he purchased in the 1950’s and was as well known for his philanthropic endeavors as his business genius.   Rachel had seen most every interview of him in the last decade and was as intrigued with his storyteller’s personality as she was his down-to-earth way of making business decisions.   In her world, Warren Buffet was the rock star. 

Jon looked like a confused puppy.   “You’re not remotely impressed that I’m performing for the President of the United States, or that Paul McCartney has invited me to his Christmas party…but you get off on me knowing Warren Buffett?”

Rachel’s heart was pounding with excitement.  “If you can get me into Warren Buffet’s party I will reward you in ways you’ve never dreamed of.”  She leaned across the armrest to turn Jon’s face toward hers and deliver a kiss that scorched him to his toes.

The smirk on Jon’s face was positively lecherous.   “Really.  Hmm.  I can get you into the party – if I’m inclined that way.  What’d you have in mind?”

“Name it, baby.” 

Jon licked his bottom lip and ran his finger down her throat before stroking the fullness at the top of her breast.   “Well… for starters, anytime you get caught under mistletoe I’m thinking instead of just a kiss….”

Releasing her seatbelt, Rachel was free to climb onto his lap, grabbing a handful of his famous hair just before she took his bottom lip between hers.  “Consider it done. What else?”

“So you really have no scruples about whoring yourself out to me for a simple invitation to a Christmas party?”

“None at all…. Warren Buffett is my idol - I would kill to watch him in action.  That man has forgotten more about business than I’ll ever know.”   She unfastened the top two buttons on his shirt and slipped her hand into the thickness of his furry chest.  “I will use and abuse you any way I have to - or any way you want me to - so long as you can get me in that party.”

“Wow….my personal love slave.  Can you work a pole?”

 “If Warren Buffett has a pole, I’ll work it."  Rachel tucked her leg under her to straddle Jon’s lap and got rid of the last two buttons on his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders and leaving him precariously half-dressed.

His thumbs were caressing her inner thighs through her jeans and the amused smirk had been replaced with pure, unadulterated lust.  “Am I misunderstanding this situation or has the mere mention of his name turned you on?”

Her hips had a mind of their own as they ground into him and she could feel his body responding exactly as she intended.   “No misunderstanding…I am MAJORLY turned on.  And for the duration of this flight I intend to show you exactly how turned on, thus securing my invitation to attend this party with you.” 

His hands slid up to her waist and firmly grabbed hold.  “You do not want to tease me right now.”

With his chest virtually bare, Rachel couldn’t resist scraping her teeth across his nipple as she slid to the floor.  “No teasing here, baby.”  Popping the button on his jeans, her hand crept in to find him already hard.  With two taps to his thigh, she commanded “Up.”

“I do like a woman who can put her money where her mouth is,” he murmured before lifting his hips for Rachel to slide his jeans far enough down to get them out of her way. 

The way he sucked the air through his teeth turned her on every time – the hiss was one of the reasons she loved going down on him.  That and the fact that she could depend on him to growl just as he grabbed her by the back of her head, his fingers pressing into her skull as she wound her tongue around his head.

The sounds he made during sex were as much a turn on as the faces he made and Rachel knew just what to do to get her favorites.  It was predictable in the hottest way possible.  He was particularly expressive when she scraped her bottom teeth on the underside, sucking at the tip, and tonight she was exceptionally aggressive.

“Ooh, I like it baby… but watch the teeth.” Her tongue swirled around his length over and over again with a nip here, a lick there until Jon tugged at her hair and motioned to the sliding partition that separated them from the main cabin of the aircraft.  “Lock that door.” 

When Rachel stood to flick the lock that would assure them privacy, Jon suddenly approached from behind and roughly placed her hands on the door.   She could feel him toeing off his boots and then kicking his jeans away.  “You’re overdressed.”  It seemed he had five hands – her jeans were halfway to her knees before she even noticed her breasts were bare against the door – and she had no recollection of how she got into that particular state, let alone where her bra had wandered off to.

Led to the bed like the proverbial lamb to the slaughter, Rachel was none-too-gently tossed onto it and Jon entered her as quickly as he’d disrobed her.  Her orgasm was virtually instantaneous when he ran his palm over the arm above her head and wound his fingers into hers, whispering, “Thrash for me, baby.”

He’d told her time and again how he knew when he was driving her crazy and how he loved to watch her get so into their sexual antics that she’d thrash her head from side to side.  It didn’t happen every time, but when it did… it took the intensity to a whole new level for both of them.   The way their bodies moved, the things they said… well, it would be embarrassing outside of that realm.  But in that heat of the sexual moment no two people could ever be closer and nothing was off limits.  

So she thrashed while he took complete ownership of her.  The raunchy, lecherous things he rasped into her ear were matched in her own filthy, passion-induced demands and promises.  The wanton words that would never pass through her lips while she was in her right mind stoked the flames the burned between them.  They sizzled with a heat potent enough to melt metal, drop by drop, until transforming both of them into a spent puddle of steel..

In the aftermath, the two lay twisted together with only the hum of the jet engines to break the silence.  It was one of those moments Rachel liked to call “comfortable silence” – these moments when they laid together, sweaty, exhausted and satisfied beyond the necessity for words.  She was just dozing off when Jon nuzzled closer into her and nipped her ear.

“Hey honey…. I know Bill Gates, too.”