Sam sank down on the couch, covering her face with her hands and rocking back and forth. AJ laid his hand on her shoulder. "Are you going to be okay?" he asked gently. She laughed shakily as looked up at him. "I don't think I'm ever going to be okay again," she said shaking her head. He sat down next to her and slid his arm around her shoulders. "Did you see what they did to her office?" she whispered in disbelief.
"I saw, I saw," AJ murmured as he pulled her into his embrace and kissed the side of her head.
"They were still in there when Dani and I got home. What if. . ... .?"
"Shh, shh," AJ said soothingly tightening his grip on Sam. "It's over."
"It's not over," Sam said emphatically, pulling away from AJ and looking him in the eyes. Her fear was evident on her face. "They were after that CD and they didn't get it. What if next time they come after Dani!" She ran her hands through her hair in agitation. "Shit, I could really use a drink right now," she muttered as she fell back against the couch, covering her face with her hands.
AJ hesitated for a moment as he considered how much she had drank at dinner. He shrugged his shoulders, having never been able to say no to her. "Your wish is my command," he told her as he stood up. "Be right back."
Sam closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. The events of the night had left her unnerved and shaky. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. After a few minutes, she heard AJ return. She opened her eyes to find him carrying two shot glasses, a bowl of sliced lemons, a salt shaker, and, tucked underneath his arm, a bottle of tequila. Sam raised one eyebrow questioningly. "I figured we both could use something a little stronger than wine," he explained as he sat the items down on the coffee table. He poured them each a shot and placed one on the table in front of her. AJ glanced sideways at her as he smiled slightly. "What?" she said. She sprinkled salt on the back of her hand and licked it, before downing her shot. Grabbing a lemon and sucking on it, she waited for him to answer.
"Do you remember when D taught Dani how to do body shots?" AJ asked as he poured her another shot of the liquor. "Remember it?" she said, smiling now. "I'll never forget the look on her face when you explained to her what they were! Or Howie's," she laughed, "when you offered to demonstrate for her."
Stuck in their hotel suite one night after a security leak had revealed their location and prevented them from venturing out, AJ had attempted to relieve their boredom by calling room service and creating a party of his own. When the bellhop delivered a bottle of tequila, along with glasses, lemons, and a shaker of salt, Sam had known immediately what was on AJ's mind. "Mmmmm. . ." she purred. "Body shots. I haven't done those since I was . . . .your age," she teased him. AJ wiggled his eyebrows and stuck the tip of his tongue out at her.
"Body shots?" Dani asked, a puzzled expression on her face. "What is that?" As AJ explained, the look on her face changed from puzzlement to one of prurient interest. When he offered to show her exactly how it was done, Howie protested, possessively reclaiming Dani's arm from AJ's grasp just as he was about to lick the inside of her wrist. "If anybody is going to show her how to do body shots," Howie said adamantly, "it'll be me." Howie pulled Dani close and licked the curve of one of her breasts revealed by her shirt. Dani giggled as Howie placed a lemon wedge in her mouth and lightly salted her skin. He drug his tongue slowly across the salt, knowing that the experience was having the desired effect on her by soft purr that came from throat. He downed the shot and sucked the lemon, making sure that their lips made full contact. "Wow!" was all Dani managed to say as Howie broke their kiss and let the lemon fall from their mouths.
The four of them had continued the game, each couple trying to out do the other in outrageousness. On one of their turns, Howie had pushed Dani down onto the couch and lifted her shirt, revealing her belly button. As he attempted to balance a full shot glass on her abdomen, she was consumed by a bad case of the giggles. Every time he tried to set the glass down, she would begin to laugh hysterically. Finally giving up, he licked the salt that he had placed on the inside of her wrist and then dumped the entire contents of the glass on her belly, proceeding to lick it up. Sensing they were about to be no longer welcome and with a few ideas of his own, AJ grabbed Samantha's hand, along with the bottle of tequila, and pulled her out of the room.
Sam laughed at their reminiscences. "Dani was so sick the next day," she laughed holding her side. "I'm surprised she even allows tequila in her house now." AJ was glad that he'd been able to distract her from the trying events of the evening. Never one to miss an opportunity though, he slid his hand under her elbow and reached for the salt shaker. He kissed the soft, sensitive spot on the inside of her elbow, grinning as he felt the goosebumps rise on her arm. Lightly salting the moist place on her skin, he traded the shaker for the shot glass. Sam reached out for one of the lemon slices, putting it in her mouth. AJ kept his eyes on hers as he licked the salt from her arm before downing the shot of tequila. He leaned up slowly and sucked the lemon from her mouth making sure their lips met, if only briefly. They both grinned as he let the lemon drop into his hand. "Your turn," he told her.
"Oh, no," she protested, shaking her head vigorously. "I'm not doing body shots off of you!"
"Chicken," AJ goaded her, as he poured another shot. "Bawk, bawk!" AJ knew Sam couldn't resist a dare. He had used the same tactic the day before in order to keep her from leaving. Sam eyed him speculatively. "Take off your shirt," she told him. AJ complied quickly before she could change her mind, stripping off the white wife beater and tossing it behind the couch. He watched her intently as she picked up the shot glass. "Don't forget the salt," he told her. She placed her hand in the middle of his chest and pushed him back on the couch so that he was half reclining. "Be still," she said firmly as she placed the shot of tequila on his chest between his nipples. She handed him a lemon and bent down to lick his belly right above that tattoo she had always found so enticing. He shivered as she took her time, drawing her tongue languorously along his skin. She sprinkled salt on his belly and began licking it off. AJ threw his head back, lost in the sensation. She slid up his body, picking up the shot glass and downing the fiery liquid. Bending her head to his, she sucked the lemon in his mouth. Her hair fell from around her shoulders, wrapping him in its warmth. Discarding the lemon, he captured her lips with his own while sliding his hand behind her head, holding her in place as he ravished her mouth. She didn't resist and when he finally broke the kiss, she was as breathless as he was. They stared into one another's eyes for a moment before Sam sat back up. Her head was spinning, whether from the tequila or the kiss, she couldn't say.
AJ stared at her steadily as he held out his hand to her. She hesitated a moment before she accepted it and let him pull her back down on top of him. He hugged her to him, enjoying the feel of her in his arms again. Pushing her hair aside, he began unbuttoning the tiny buttons that held the back of her dress closed. Sam knew she should stop him, but she had missed his touch unbearably these past months. She pushed any possible consequences out of her mind as she bent her head to his, nipping at his lips. He growled deep in his throat as he began pushing her dress off her shoulders. Sam sat up, straddling his hips. Crossing her arms, she reached down for the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. AJ took it from her and tossed it over the couch and onto the floor. Sam reached behind her and unsnapped her lacy brassiere. The bra followed the dress, landing halfway in the foyer. He leaned up, fastening his mouth hungrily on her breast, suckling her passionately. Pushing her back so that he now lay on top, AJ stripped her panties off and flung them through the air. Sam snorted with laughter when she realized where they had landed. He ignored her laughter and, running one hand up the back of her leg, propped her foot up on the back of the couch. She laid sprawled open before him, holding her breath, waiting for his next move. Without a word, he buried his face between her legs, licking and sucking her. Sam moaned in ecstasy. The man was extremely talented when it came to using his tongue and he knew exactly how to please Sam. He held her hips tightly as she began to thrash back and forth. He thrust his tongue in and out of her core as he felt her begin to climax, continuing until she lay spent and unmoving beneath him.
Giving her a few moments to recover, AJ dropped light, nibbling kisses on her belly, working his way up her body to her lips. Sam could taste herself on him as he slid his tongue into her mouth. As they kissed, she undid his belt and pushed his pants off his hips. They stopped kissing only long enough for AJ to rid himself of his clothes and then settle himself between her legs. He entered her in one hard thrust, seating himself to the hilt. He placed her legs over his shoulders and plunged himself in her over and over, never wanting it to end. It was even better than he had fantasized about during the months they had been estranged. When he could hold back no longer, he allowed himself to come, spending himself deep within her. He collapsed on her, breathing heavily. She ran her hands up and down his back, undulating her hips against him where they were still joined together. "Surely you're not finished," she said biting his ear lobe. He groaned and reversed their positions, settling her on top. "Ride me, baby," he coaxed her. She sat astride him, his still hard erection deep inside her. Knowing how arousing he found her hair, Sam leaned her head back so that it brushed against his balls and thighs. She ran her hands up and down her body, cupping her breasts and playing with her nipples. AJ watched her hungrily as he licked his lips and groaned. She began to move on him and he moved with her, each gaining pleasure from the other. "Oh, McLean!" Sam cried out as her orgasm swept over her. He thrust against her several times more before finding his own release again. Gathering her into his arms, he pulled her down next to him, cuddling her close. "Mmmmm, I've missed you baby," he said. Sam snuggled closer to him, shivering as a cool breeze wafted across her perspiration-drenched body. AJ pulled a throw from the back of the couch and spread it over them. "I love you," he told her tenderly, unaware that Sam, sexually sated and thoroughly inebriated, was fast asleep.
The next morning dawned clear and sunny. Dani said a short prayer of thanks when she saw the sunlight streaming through the bank of tall, narrow windows in the master suite. She hated flying under the best of circumstances. She was glad she wouldn't have to deal with bad weather along with the all her other worries right now. She stretched in the bed and turned toward the man sleeping beside her. She smiled and sighed contentedly. Just being near him made her feel safe. Last night would certainly have been a sleepless one knowing that someone was out there watching them, if Howie's arms hadn't been wrapped around her. Protecting her. She ran her fingers up and down his chest, enjoying the feel of his smooth skin. He smiled and, without opening his eyes, caught her fingers in his hand, bringing them to his lips and kissing them. "Time to wake up, sleepy head," Dani sing-songed. Howie rolled over suddenly, trapping her beneath him. She laughed and snaked her arms around his neck, kissing him thoroughly. "Good morning," he told her, pressing his groin against her so she could feel his erection. She groaned in frustration. "You know we don't have time this morning," she told him regretfully.
"I know," he sighed, "but that doesn't stop me from wanting you!" He kissed her tenderly. The alarm clock beside their bed popped on, announcing that it was time to start the day. Dani jumped at the sudden intrusion of noise. "Are you okay?" he asked, knowing that events of the previous night were still fresh on her mind. "I'll be better," she admitted, "when this is all over. I think this is a lot more serious than we ever thought about it being." Howie agreed with her assessment and suggested that the sooner they got up and started their day, the sooner it would all be over.
Dani emerged from her closet wearing a pair of black, no pocket wranglers and a white knit tank top. She laid the brown leather blazer she was carrying beside her suitcase. Howie walked up behind her and gently touched her french braided hair. He knew she would be mad if he messed up her handiwork, but he couldn't resist touching it. Noticing how tightly her knit tank hugged her braless chest, he gave her a protective look and said, "I trust you will be wearing that jacket, not packing it. Just want to know if I should bring a stick to beat off the men on the airplane when they see you like that." He slipped his hands around her, just underneath her breasts, letting his thumbs brush her nipples which became instantly erect. "Mmmmm, nice," he said watching her reflection in the dressing mirror across from the bed. Dani playfully pulled from his grasp. "Yes, I'm wearing the blazer. You can leave the stick at home," she said laughing. Howie reached to pull her back into his arms, but she ducked out of his reach. "Would you stop it! We have a plane to catch." Changing the subject, she asked if Sam and AJ were up yet. "I bet Sam has one hell of a hang over," she commented.
"I checked their rooms a few minutes ago and they were both empty. AJ's probably out having a
smoke and Sam's probably sucking down her coffee. It doesn't look like they've packed yet though."
Howie said, adding that they would have plenty of time for a quickie while Sam and AJ packed. Dani,
ignoring his remark, sat down and pulled on her ankle high boots. "We'd better go down and tell them to
get a move on," she said innocently. "Oh alright!" Howie said in exasperation. "Geez, A guy can't get
anywhere with you." He laughed as he slipped his arm around her waist and they headed for the stairs.
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