Happy Birthday Tara.

For those of us who love Ms Tara Leigh, it was a pleasure and a hellva lot of fun to write this for her. *muah* hehehe. So just thought I would share with the Gen pop. ;) Enjoy.



Distraction.

*click click click*

“How much longerrrrrr?”

She looked over the screen of her laptop and rolled her eyes. He was sprawled out on the couch, his battered red t-shirt hiking up showing off a little of his slice of life, his belt buckle twisted and his jeans riding low on his hips.

Eyes back to the keyboard, Tara.

“I told you I need to finish this Chapter up tonight so I can get it off to my critique partner, the deadline is at the end of the month for this submission. You do know that right? Deadlines?” She was more snarky that it intended but he was acting like a five year old. Cari was going away the next morning so this was her final chance to review before she had to submit.

He rolled his head back against the couch. “Yes, I know, now you’re a famous author, I come second….I get it.”

She snorted, “Oh please – l do recall you were not second last night, boyfriend.” She continued on the page of her word doc, damn it. This was the last book in the SIN series she needed to get out. It had been a roaring success and the pressure was on from the publisher for the next and final book in the series. Donovan’s book.

The fact that today was April 9th didn't matter. In the writing world, there were no days off. Well ok, there were… and most of them were caused by distractions from the man she’d been with for the last few years. He’d been incredibly supportive and they worked well as a team – and both endured each other’s hissy fits when their crafts were not going all that well.

“But that was last night, and today is your birthday – don’t you want a little loving from your favourite man? I know you do baby."

He winked and licked his lips.

The shit, always knew the quickest way to her heart ---er, pants.

Back to the keys, woman.

She took a long sip of her Mountain Dew relishing the ginseng kick it gave. God knows how many of these babies she'd down in a sitting of writing. It was a crucial part of the process.

“Like that needs an answer, we’re going out for dinner aren’t we? You did make reservations?”

Jon had specifically told her that tonight was their night, they’d see her family and friends tomorrow. Tonight was about her and him.

“Yup, eight pm – so you’ve got time to straighten your hair,” he teased.

She picked up the cushion beside her and let it sail across the room. “It’s worth it –you like it straight.”

He popped himself up from the couch and walked over to her, seating himself beside her at the table.

“Yes?” she asked trying to hide the smile on her face. He was being an annoying shit. One that she loved dearly.

“I like watching you work.” Was all he said. “You watch me when I work so it’s only fair. “ He leaned back and dug his fingertips into his bicep, kneading the muscle.

“You know that drives me nuts –“she muttered, continuing to type. God knows why.

“What does?” he asked innocently, his blue eyes sparkling.

“You know what.” Just ignore him and he’ll go away. Cari will be on my ass if I don’t get this to her tonight. It’s already two days overdue. Why was that? Oh yeah, him sitting right there. Even before she was with Jon – he seemed to be the crux of her distraction and inspiration when she wrote.

“Don’t you want to know what you’re present is?” he asked leaning forward with his hands flat on the table. She followed his fingers as they inched closer towards her and stopped right next to where her index character cards lay out along with her notes for this final scene.

“Don’t even think about touching the cards…” Why did he always feel the need to tease the ever loving hell out of her when she was working?

He bit his lip and a slow smirk spread across his face. “So you don’t want your present?”

“Of course I do – but I do have to finish this. You know how important this is.“ Jon’s presents were always nothing less than extraordinary. Although the biggest gift he’d given her was his understanding in how the creative process worked. It was how they’d been so compatible.

“Just a little break...“ The tips of his fingers stroked her arm, sending instantly a small shiver down her body. If there was one thing that was her kryptonite, it was a playful and horny Jon.

Dammit, why now.

“No Jon, you know if I stop I’ll never finish it….”

His hand curled around her wrist. “Fifteen minutes….. That’s all just to tide me over till tonight….” His eyes fixed on hers and hers fell to her wrist.

“How often has only fifteen minutes really been fifteen minutes, honey?”

He snorted. “Ok, so maybe not fifteen exact minutes. Fifteen minutes Tara time….” He grinned proudly.

“And you want me to sleep with you and this is how you’re trying? I think you’re losing your magic touch, Jonny.” She twisted back around to her laptop, forcing a straight face. One thing she knew Jon never took well in all the years she’d known him – was a bruised ego.

He released his grip on her wrist and left the table. “Fine – your loss – keep writing and know that the sex we could be having right now could be mind blowing – actually no – fucking electrifying.”

He padded into the kitchen behind her, leaving her there alone.
Good, jesus just a thousand more words and I am done, so done.

She kept writing, jamming her earphones back into her ears and clicked on her rhapsody to make sure she could just drown out anything on this last stretch.

She’d been typing straight for five minutes lost in some world with Bridget and Donovan accompanied by some Matt Nathanson in her ears when she felt a wisp of warm breath on her neck.

Oh fuck.

She kept writing, desperate to ignore him. But the warm turned wet as his kisses slid up her neck under her hair.

She could do this, she could ignore him – he’d soon give up and she’d get this damned chapter done.

Ignore him? Yeah right – you’re kidding right?

She concentrated hard on the words, trying not to notice hands sliding under her t-shirt from the back…those hands her body knew so well…. Hands that could comfort, hands that could heal and destroy her all at the same time.

Donovan’s eyes fell flat as his hands - that still amazed her, how soft they were for a guitar player - slipped across…….

“Dammit!” She couldn’t believe what she’d just written. This was ridiculous. He was driving her to distraction in a way that only he could.

“Jon, please I need to ---“ Her hands slammed against the desk as his thumbs grazed against the rough lace of her bra, narrowly missing her nipples.

“What was that?” He popped her earphone out and his lips hovered over her ear. “Something wrong?” She hissed and closed her eyes when her nipples twisted hard against the material.

“Jesus, Jon ---“He shifted so he was closer to her, right behind her…. She could feel his heat – his being shadowing her body.

“Open a new word document……” He breathed into her into her ear.

Her eyes popped open and jaw slacked. “What? Why?” she asked.

“Just do it Tara –“ This time the voice wasn’t so sweet, it had that edge to it she knew well… the one she associated with the words dark and delicious.

She clicked open on her word programme and waited for his next instruction.

“Good girl – now type what you want me to do.”

Holy Hanna...

What in the hell? “What? You can’t be serious, Jon—“She tried to twist around to face him but his grip around her constricted.

“Do it – or I’ll sit here like this all evening…and you know I will – I’ll torment you in every way, never bringing you to orgasm… and you know I have that power over you.”

Oh crap – he had to pick now to become all dark and twisted, a side of Jon she saw every so often. One that made her hot.
She relaxed back in the chair and her hands shook as she typed.

I hate you.

He chuckled against her neck. “No you don’t…you’re so hot you can’t stand it. Now type…”

The spicy smell of his cologne mixed with spring mint gum drifted across her. Holy fuck… she was really going to do this. Well let’s just see how he likes taking orders.

Kiss me.

There was silence apart from the thud of her heart against her chest in anticipation of what he’d do next.

Her heart jumped when his lips again descended down the line of her neck to the dip in her shoulder as he tugged the neck of her t-shirt across her skin.

“Next?” His mouth vibrated against her skin.

His hands still splayed across her ribcage and she needed them to move. She typed slowly.

Breasts….

He snorted, “Yeah chicken’s have them – what about them, baby?” he drawled as his mouth connected with her jaw. “Be specific…”

Oh god, oh god this was insane.

Thumbs, on my nipples……rubbing.

She swallowed hard as she waited for her captor to continue.

She groaned when his thumbs rolled across her already tight aching tips. “Oh god,” she whispered as her body began to tremble.

“Feel good baby?” he asked. “Of course it does…. Just relax and enjoy…….”

Her head fell back as he heightened the sensation. If he wasn’t careful he’d get more than he would – oh fuck….. Too fucking late.

Her knees hit the table as a combination of his mouth on her neck and the handiwork of his thumbs bolted the orgasm right through her, shouting his name into the room.

“Thought so” was all that came from behind her as she slunk back down in the chair.

Her breath hitched and she couldn’t help but smile, holy shit. He never ceased to amaze her.

“Continue –“he demanded. Not the soothing voice that usually came after her orgasms.

Her hand’s skidded over the keys as her vision settled from the blinding white dots that were still bursting in front of her.

I want y---- I wanr u…

He laughed behind her. “Having a wee problem are we?”

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath and re-typed.

I want your hands down my pants…

She could feel him move closer and his hands moved slowly down her belly. He popped the top button of her jeans and slid them in, so they were resting just at her heat. She frowned when he didn’t go any further.

"Specific…" the low voice vibrated on her neck.

The small moan slipped from her lips as she continued. She should of felt in control but it was him pulling all the strings.

Use your fingers to touch me…

His tongue traced across up behind her ear.

"Touch what? Come on you're an erotic writer Tara, you know the words….all of them."

Good fuck. His breath, his tone and his overwhelming presence from behind her was insane. She wanted to give up, twist around and take him toppling him to the floor. But no. She wasn't going to give up that easily.

Slip your finger into me, and use your thumb to rub my clit.

"Better," was all that came from him before he did just that. His long index finger found her wet folds and his thumb hooked in under her hood, finding her nirvana.

"Oh sweet Jesus..." she gasped as his thumb began to draw in slow circular movements.

Her head fell back exposing her neck for him and his kisses licked at her skin like fire.

She didn't even look at what she was typing this time hoping it was correct.

Faster…

"You are so wet baby…you have no idea what it's doing to me…I could hammer nails with my dick." His breath sucked in as hers did. "And it’s all because of you…"

Oh shit, oh god ---she wasn't going to last one second longer. Her body was quivering, building for release. Oh god, she needed that release.

"Jon…please," her words came out scattered, and in one jolt she snapped her hand to the back of his head and arched back off the chair screaming his name.

Finally when she came back to earth she opened her eyes. "Oh fuck…"

He removed his hand, slick with his cum and closed her eyes when the sound of him licking his fingers popped through the room.
He went to move but she stopped him. Oh this wasn't over.
She leaned forward and typed again.

I want you to take your cock out and touch yourself… for me.

There was silence behind her, she couldn’t help the grin.

Didn’t bank on that one now, did you lover?

Finally there was movement and the thunk of his belt buckle hitting the hardwood floor.

Now stroke yourself and tell me how hard you are.

Good fuck if there was a medal for self restraint she earned it WITH honours today. She needed that inside her.

His breath grew faster and the low rumble of his groan came from deep in his throat.“I’m so hot and hard for you --- always… oh fuck……….” His voice fell low and raspy as she twisted in her chair.

She could just see the reflection on her screen against the white of the word page – his head tilted back and his mouth open.

She typed more, this time faster.

Cup your balls with your other hand and massage them…

“You have got to be kidding me? “

Your game NOT mine…

“Oh you’re good ---“he scoffed.

I learn from the best……..

The long low moan made her squirm. Holy shit.

"This would feel so much better if this was you…" he whispered between hitched breaths.

She went to type again but squealed when the chair was dragged back and he dragged her out of it and into his arms.

“Fuck the game.” He mashed his mouth down on hers, the only response to not have her melting into a puddle on the floor was to circle her arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. Her body arched into his feeling his cock press against her belly.

His tongue plunged into her mouth, tasting each corner as he swallowed every single one of her moans. Her hands edged up into his hair right to the crown of his head. She needed more, god she wanted more.

This was not right how much this man could turn her from nothing to scorching hot in a nano second.

His hands dragged up her t-shirt and he broke the kiss briefly to whip it over her head before starting on her bra. He pinged the catch at the back with his nails and the lace fell limp into his hand as it suffered the same fate as her t-shirt.

His lips hungrily tasted and took as he backed her to the couch until the back of her knees hit the edge, and she toppled backwards with him with her.

His mouth shifted lower finding the soft creamy curve of her breast as he rounded it, sucking the tip into his mouth. She dug her hands into the couch under her before grabbing onto his head, threading her fingers through that honey brown mess. To her pleasure he’d been growing it out so there was more to grab onto.

He changed to the other breast and his hands roamed down her abdomen till it hit her open fly, he slid his hand under the denim barrier and extended his forefinger finding her heat.

“Oh fuck---“she writhed under him, her senses going crazy. His thumb found her tight little knot and she bit down on her lip as her sob escaped her.

He found her mouth wanting as she kissed him, grinding her hips to the rhythm of his hand. Her mouth bumped over his chin and down the corded line of his neck. His Adam's apple pulsed under her tongue as she took a long slow lick all the way back up to his lips.

“Harder, oh god harder Jon—“she begged. He didn’t tease this time and complied with her need.

She kissed the hell out of his lips before she slid down over his chin to his neck, letting her teeth scrape over his Adam’s apple. “Yes --- oh fuck yes!” As she came like a thunderbolt, she sank her teeth into his shoulder.

He grunted, cradling her in his arms as she rode through her orgasm. He smoothed back some of her blond highlights into her bright coppery hair and kissed her forehead.

She dragged him back by the collar of his t-shirt to her mouth, letting his taste explode onto her tongue. “For the love of fuck you better be getting inside me NOW.”

His eyes met hers and he didn’t grin this time. His eyes were dark and full of lust. He lifted himself up to peel his own t-shirt off and shuck off his jeans. He lifted one of her legs and tugged hers right off her as well.

He pressed himself back down on her. The only sound in the room was the anticipation in their hitched breaths as he looked at her lips and then her eyes.

“You have no idea Tara how much I need you right now—“

“Oh I think I do—“she hooked her arm around his neck and wrapped her leg around his hip as he entered her, filling her completely.

“Oh shit Tar.” He kissed her softly as they found their rhythm, which never took long at all. His eyes turned bright as he continued to pump.

All thoughts of books, edits and how much of a pain in the ass this guy was at times vanished as all that mattered was them. He broke the kiss and pushed her harder, breaking the barrier between sensual and pure need.

“Oh Jon --- fuck” She was nearly there – shit it was coming.

The slapping of skin on skin growing thick with sweat was all it took, each plunge. Each roll of his hips had her eyes crossing and her jumping from plateau to peak until she fell right off the edge.

His name was shouted and screamed through the room, followed quickly by hers as they slumped back into the couch.

He rested his cheek against her shoulder as caught her breath – Jesus holy Christ.

She was so raw – so destroyed – so screwed. The wall clock chimed seven pm. There was no way she was working now after this.

She popped one of his tight ass cheeks. “You are a shit – did you know that?”


He lifted his head hovering his lips over hers.

“You have no idea how much I am” he chuckled.

“Why?” she asked cautiously. It was that tone – the one that meant he knew something she didn’t.

He propped his elbow on her shoulder and flicked her hair back innocently.

“What, Jon?” Her eyes narrowed.

“Oh just that Cari rang me earlier and told me that she’s not leaving until Saturday so you could have the day off for your birthday…”

She pushed him up off her, dragging herself up with him. “You knew ---- “He was a dead man.

He scooped her in an embrace. “Happy Birthday baby ---“He grinned, biting on his tongue.

She wanted to be mad, wanted to kill him for making her stress out like that – but those damn baby blue eyes and that pouty bottom lip.

“You suck.” She flicked his nose before giving him a kiss. “In all the right ways….”

“Would you forgive me if I said that we had front row tickets to a concert tonight?” He fiddled with the chain around her neck.

“What? Where?”

He looked back up. “Oh some guy – Matt Nathan something----“

She grinned broadly – this is why she married this man.

“He’s not in concert though?” She knew Matt’s dates.

“He is for me." He pulled himself away and off the couch walking
towards the stairs.

Well shit – he didn’t? He so fucking did.

“Coming?” he asked.