Chapter 17 - Getaway

Chapter 17 – Getaway.

A few days later;

Emily Sanders...

I had spent this morning with Paige, and explaining what I needed from her while I am away – she had offered to look over the project at my nightclub; every day we were going to face-time calls, I feel like it is necessary now that we are on the home stretch. Opening in a months' time; I wouldn't normally go away so close to completion but it was a must. Jeffrey and I need this break. I am so excited for my club to open, and I am so thankful that even when my dad died, I had managed to keep things on track.

Now I am at home; I am double checking my suitcases – one is full of sexy clothes and lingerie; the other is full of comfortable clothes and fluffy PJ's. I don't know what the plan is for us while we are gone. I really should have asked him last night, but I feel like I am always on a completely different planet around Jeffrey.

I still can't believe that he and I are an item. For years, I had fantasized about being with this man; every single fantasy I had; not one of them had played out the way that it had actually happened. I feel like it was a trade-off – I hate the penalty that I had, had to pay, to get the man that I have always wanted.

Is it possible that this is the only way that I could have ever gotten Jeffrey? I am not stupid enough to think that he had been harbouring feelings all these years, I just wonder what would have happened if my dad was still here? I can guess; my dad would hate thrown one hell of a fit – and I hate to say it, but I expect, that my dad's friendship with Jeffrey would be done. I hate that I think that way, but I know my dad better than I know anyone. I would never put any of us in that position. I hate the way I am feeling, I hate that my dad is gone and he can't see just how happy, Jeffrey, makes me, I hate that this is my life now, I have to do all the things that I have too, whether or not I needed my dad for, I miss him – I had always been excited for him to walk me down the aisle, when the time comes, I had wanted him to see the club when it was finished, to hold his grand-kids, to watch them grow up.

And here come the tears again.

Flopping on to the bed – I allowed the tears to come, I don't want to hide, I don't want to paper over it, because it would just make it much worse in the long run. Hopefully this will ensure that I have no break-downs while I am away with Jeffrey; although it's not like – I can't cry in front of him, because well let's face it, I have been leaning on him since my dad died.

With my eyes stuck on the ceiling; my mind is running over memories, my cherished memories of my dad. I can't be more thankful for all that my dad and I had shared with one another and now that he is gone, my memories are even more cherished. The sound of my phone ringing tore me from those memories, reaching to the nightstand where my phone is charging, I see withheld on my screen, but since I am doing this big project with getting the nightclub sorted; I have to answer all numbers.

"Hello?" I answered on the fourth ring, but there was no reply, "hello?" I asked again; but still nothing, not even heavy breathing, no back-ground noise, nothing but an empty abyss, "hello, is anyone there?"

Ending the call, I placed the phone back on the nightstand. I jump up from the bed, and head into my walk-in wardrobe, I need some more comfortable clothes to pack. I am so excited about this, I just can't wait to be alone with Jeffrey, like completely alone, with no fear of his daughters, my friends, walking in on us.

"HELLO?" speak of the devil, my very sexy devil, called out from downstairs.

"UP HERE!" I called back – I couldn't afford to say anything affectionate, due to the possibility of Paige being with him.

My stomach tumbled; my eyes simply couldn't wait to feast on the man of my dreams, so I excitedly stumbled out of my room, and met him at the top of the stairs, and he was alone – could I get any luckier right now? Scooping me up into his arms; he kissed me with a passion and force that had my knees knocking together, hell I would have fallen to the floor had he not been holding me securely in his arms, his strong, tattooed arms – the one place in the world that I never wanted to leave.

"Fuck I missed you," he whispered in to my ear, his eyes a swirl of hazel that were mentally undressing me, making my insides quiver in a way that I had never experienced before.

"How much?" I asked sweetly.

There was a growl forming in the back of his throat; as one of his hands slid up my thigh; wrapping it around his waist and he walked until I was pressed hard against the wall, and he leant in so that his lips were barely a skim on the flesh of my neck, and he whispered, "don't tempt me darlin',"

"And why not?"

"Because I am determined to do this right, I owe your dad that, at the very last, but I am only a man, sweetheart, and the temptation is already so hard to ignore," he groaned before his lips, like a missile, honed in on the exact pleasure spot that had my toes curling in anticipation.

"I want you to know; I am ready when you are..."

"Oh, don't say that to me right now, honey," he groaned against my neck.

"I just want you to know, that I am basically just waiting for you..."

"ARGH!" he let me go and I slid down the wall until I was standing on my own 2 feet, "you are really making this so hard....and you aren't going to ease up on me, are you?"

"I'm sure that I have no idea what you are talking about," I smiled sweetly at him, "but I shall say, yes, it is very hard," my eyes came to rest on the bulge in his jeans and he smiled at me, "something funny?"

"Well, I was just thinking that you are getting far too much pleasure out of torturing me," he explained, walking into the bedroom ahead of me, "so, I think that we need to see how you handle, a little bit of flirty, torture in return,"

Oh God, no. Please don't do this to me. My mind is screaming for mercy. I can't handle it if he turns this around, so that he is the one torturing me. I am no good at restraint, never have been and I can't see any world where I ever would be. Especially when it comes to him, I just want him so bad, I want to feel him consume my body, I want to feel him claim me in every possible way.

"Why do you have it so hot in this house?" he asked, pulling his shirt up over his head and throwing it to the floor.

"Please..." I am begging him not to do this to me, "you are far meaner than I ever gave you credit for..."

"Wow that's the pot calling the kettle black,"

My eyes are trying to meet his eyes; but they are over-dosing on the art work that is his upper body. I want to kiss him everywhere, I want to feel his hands on me, I want to feel him all over me.

"Well, why don't you come on over here and put us both out of our misery?" I smiled sweetly at him. If he wants to play it this way, I proceed to pull my own t-shirt off and I can see the effect it has on him instantly.

"Ok, we need to stop..."

"Well you started it," hooking my fingers under the waist-band of my sweats and start to pull them down.

"No, no, no, no – my resolve isn't that good," rushing to me, he grabbed my hands before I could get the trousers over my hips, "listen, I don't want to rush this – I want us to get it right, and I am trying to be a gentleman here, but sweetheart; I am not a monk – I will give in far too quickly if you don't stop with the teasing..."

"But what if I say that I don't want you to be a gentleman?" I replied, running my hands through his hair and down on to his chest, "what if I tell you that I want you to take me to bed and I want you to screw me until you ruin me for anyone else?"

"Ok let's make a deal?"

"What kind of deal?" I asked him, as his arms claim me, so that I can't get away. Not that I wanted to get away from him.

"Well, we are going to be all alone in Georgia, so let's make a plan to have dinner, I will cook for you, we will both get dressed up and have a night of food and maybe watch a movie – and then we will go to bed together?"

"As in fucking, going to bed together?"

"Yes," he nodded, "it's gonna take some getting used to – you have a mouth that could match mine any day of the week,"

I knew that he meant that I swear as much as he does, if not, more than he does. However, that deal he had just presented me was a very good deal and I know that was hard for him, because he truly did want to be a gentleman and do this the right way. I know how much his word means to him and for him to make this offer, I know it has to be hard on him and I don't want to push him into it.

"Listen, if you aren't ready, I promise I will try and stop with the teasing,"

"I am ready, I just didn't want you to think that it was all about sex, plus, I owe your dad because I know that right now, he is up there and he is going out of his mind about this relationship,"

Leaning in, my lips brush his very lightly and in a matter of seconds; he has deepened it – our tongues met in an erotic dance, that had my legs buckle and god damn it; his reflexes are impressive as he tightened his hold on me until we fell back on to the bed, our lips remaining attached.

All thoughts of the silent phone-call were erased with every tender stroke of his tongue against mine.

Savannah/Hilton Head International Airport;

A Few Hours Later;

Jeffrey Dean Morgan....

I am fighting every single instinct in my body – I want to take her hand, I want to muzzle her neck, and run my hands over her body. Ever since we had that talk at her house earlier, all I have been thinking about is the fact that she had told me that she had wanted me to take her to bed and ruin her for anyone else. Something about the way she had worded what she had wanted me to do, it had been playing, like a mini movie in my head. It is torture.

Now, here we are in public, and she looks so amazing and smells incredible.

"How do we get to your place?" she asked me, moving in a little closer to me; our hands brushed against one another's and I just wanted to grab her, but I know that I can't, not yet.

"The studio sends a car, it will be there when we get outside," I informed her.

"Will we go straight to the farm, or will you have to go straight to the set?"

"Usually, I go to the farm first; drop my stuff on and freshen up and head to the set," the car that the studio send, usually drops me at the farm and, I have a shower and check up on the animals and then head to the set.

I am usually not great with airports; I am either grumpy as all hell due to jet-lag or lying on the God-awful uncomfortable chairs trying to stay incognito. I am most definitely not at my best in these places. There are far too many people who are so self-involved that they literally bang into other people, and no apology, children are running around screeching and being yelled at, people are on their cell phones paying no attention to things that they really should be paying attention too; these people are so self-involved that they barely bat an eye if someone falls over.

In my opinion – Airports are the perfect place to go if you want to see humanity at its very worst!

"So, you and I are going to the farm?"

"Yes, we are, and I don't have to be on set until tomorrow,"

"I can't wait to get her to the farm and show her around. Emily loves animals as much as I do, so I have no doubt that all of my 'babies' will absolutely fall in love with her as much as they love me. Being at my farm is whole heartedly where I am at my most relaxed; the farm is my real job, acting is my hobby.

"Well if that is the case, why don't we have that date night, tonight?"

"Oh, darlin' I desperately wish that I could but, when we do it – I want to be able to wake up with you in the morning, which won't happen because I need to be on set for 4am,"

Sometimes, I hate that my job is so demanding, but at the end of the day, it was this job that afforded me the comfort that I live in and I couldn't do all that I do if it weren't for this whole acting gig.

The truth is, I want to spend the whole night making love to her, I want to fall asleep with her cuddled into me, and I want to wake up in the morning with her and fuck her all over again. I have always been the type of man who likes to take his time with a woman I am interested in – and when the time happens for Emily and I – she will finally understand why tonight can't be 'that' night.

"Argh, that's stupid o'clock for sure," she shuddered, "honestly, I don't know how you do it!"

"Basically, it's because I love what I do," I chuckled at her choice of expression.

Being around her is kind of refreshing if I am honest. There is something different about her – different to the normal women that I am usually interested in, it could be the age gap, it could be that she is completely different to the other women I have been with – yes, the age has to have something to do with it but there is more than that. Emily, she looks at the world around her in a very open way; she doesn't let others behaviour reflect on her too much, she takes people at face value and that type of optimism has been lost since the invention of social media.

The term; Millennials – is one made famous by a generation of kids; yes, kids in their 20's and younger; believing that the world owes them a living. The real world is far more different – you don't get medals from your job just for showing up. We have raised a generation who think that everyone should bow at their feet.

Where did the days of respecting your elders go? I can tell you where – out the window, when this politically correct bullshit started to snowball. Yes, some overly sensitive parent's felt that their children should receive a medal just for showing up and doing their best. It's utterly ridiculous.

"Well in that case; what do you want to do tonight?" she asked me – pulling me out of my thoughts, which I have a tendency to become wrapped up in.

"I thought that we could share a bed; I want to fall sleep holding you; would that be ok with you?"

"Of course, it is," she smiled, touching my arm in a fleeting manner, "actually, I was hoping that you would say that,"

"We can watch a movie in bed if you want?"

"Perfect,"

Pushing the doors open, we stepped out into the crisp air – lung filling fresh air; we stood for a few moments, just relieved to be free of the stuffy atmosphere in the airport. The car waiting for me; was at the front of the car park across from where we were stood. Emily handed me a cigarette; before lighting her own.

"Fuck I didn't even ask; do we have time to have a smoke?" she asked panicking.

"Its cool, sweetheart, we have the time," I eased her concern.

My driver; Chris, had been with me since I had taken the role of Negan, in the zombie apocalypse based, TV show – The Walking Dead, and he was a decent chap; he always gave me time to have a cigarette after being on the flight out here. We had formed a friendship that extended outside of his employment status as my driver. Often, he would pop over of a night when I wasn't filming and we'd have a few beers and watch a game. It was good to have a friend like Chris.

"This is going to take some getting used too, isn't it?" she asked me, inhaling deeply on her cigarette.

"You mean my schedule while working?"

"Not just that, the whole getting used to seeing and being around you when you are 'famous'," she air-quoted and then grimaced, "oh my God, I thought those fucking air quotes,"

"It's ok,"

"It's fucking pretentious and I hate it!" she grumbled before smiling at me, "what?"

"Nothing, you just make me smile," I told her, "however, I don't understand what you mean,"

"I don't know how to explain what I mean – it's like knowing you all these years; I feel like I have known only a small fraction of who you really are – this; seeing this, you as you prepare for work, it's like another part of you that I have just never seen, does that make sense? Because fuck only knows what I am talking about," she laughed and I found it so infectious that I chuckled along with her.

"No, I kind of get what you mean," I assured her, "it's like you – with you, being around you when you are with someone – like I had no idea that you would be so supportive and interested in my life and the job that I do,"

"But doesn't, being with someone; kind of automatically make you interested in their lives and wanting to support them when they are doing something?"

"Absolutely, I just haven't seen this side of you before,"

"Well let's face it I don't date much," she admitted, and I knew; from what Paige and Ryan had told me – Emily, only ever really did one night-stands, or fleeting rendezvous with someone.

Paige had actually told me that; once Emily senses or feels that a guy is beginning to develop feelings, she bails and I guess in my mind, I am sort of wondering if it would be the same between us. I guess it is one of the things that we are going to have to talk about, because I don't want this to be a fleeting fling, or a one-night deal – I want this long term. I want to fall in love with her, but if she doesn't think that she can give me more than that, I would have to seriously rethink what I want to do. My life is complicated enough with work and the farm, and the re-introduction of my ex-wife and the girls – I need something stable, something that I can completely count on.

I guess, it's finally just hit me that – this girl, this woman in front of me – could very well be my saving grace. If she would allow herself to be, that is.