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I Would Do Anything For You	By : tj Category: +M through R > Real Adventures of Jonny Quest, The Views: 3344 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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"How much longer?" Jessie asked with an ear-to-ear grin.
"I'm gonna kick you out of the cockpit if you ask one more time," Race threatened.
"You would never," she smiled. "You missed me way too much."
"We have all month," he deadpanned.
"DADDY!"
"A minute since the last time you asked me," he told her. "We will be landing in twenty minutes, ok?"
"Can I make the announcement?"
"Go for it, sweetie."
"Ladies and gentlemen," she announced over the system and the smile was clear in her voice. "Please buckle up and prepare for landing."
'I'll be there in about an hour,' she sent a quick text to Jonny.
'I'm waiting patiently (trying to). I'll meet you in the lobby.'
"Let's go. Let's go," she ordered as soon as they touched down.
"We have to unload and reload everyone, Jess. You need to be patient."
"I have been patient. I should already be there! I'll get them moving," she burst out of her seat and into the cabin. "Come on people. Let's move."
Despite her best efforts, it took twenty minutes to get on the road and another fifty to get to the hotel. They were staying at the Ritz Carlton on Amelia Island. It was beyond gorgeous and right on the beach. She did not love the idea of spending Christmas in warm weather at first. It felt unnatural to her after spending most Christmases in Maine, but she had a feeling she would get used to it real fast. As soon as they arrived at the main entrance, Jessie kept her eyes peeled for Jonny, but did not see any sign of him, which made her mood deflate slightly.
"You're gonna give yourself whiplash," Mary teased.
"Uh huh," Jessie sighed, pulling her phone out to call him.
"No," Race ordered. "Just check-in first and take care of your luggage."
"I agree with your father for once," Estella added. "You've been ignoring everyone the whole trip."
"You're right. I'm sorry," she breathed getting in between her parents to check-in. "Come on," she grumbled under her breath at the line. "Why does this take so long? They knew we were coming."
"Jessica," her mother scolded and her father just chuckled.
A few minutes later, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and a vibration in her back pocket. A smile instantly found its way to her face and her heart rate picked up.
'Turn around, beautiful.'
Her eyes found him instantly about forty yards away on the patio. He was leaning against a table in a light gray bathing suit and a baby blue hoodie. His arms were crossed and a grin was plastered across his face. She was frozen in her tracks, waiting to see what he would do. When he did not make an immediate move, however, she broke off in a dead sprint toward him and every head waiting to check-in turned to follow her.
With about five yards to go, she saw him lift his hands into the shape of a camera and take a mental picture of her running at him. Then he opened his arms just in time to catch her and she wrapped her entire body around him with no shame.
"I love you. I love you. I love you," she whispered her mantra against his neck, trying to pull him impossibly closer.
"Never again," he whispered back, hating it when she unwrapped her legs from his waist and pulling her flush against him the second her feet hit the ground.
"Never again," she promised him. "I love you so much," she repeated.
"Say it again," he ordered softly. His low voice and his breath against her skin made her insides liquefy.
"I love you and I missed you," she giggled. "Don't let go?"
"You're stuck with me, Ace. I'm never letting go again," he insisted and then pulled back only enough to bring her mouth to his for a quick kiss. "I love you too," he mumbled against her lips. "I have a plan. Do you trust me?"
"Completely," she grinned. "…but you better be careful which direction you lead me in, Mr. Quest. There are several sets of eyes looking out for my virtue right now," she teased.
"Your virtue is safe with me, baby," he smirked and it made her stomach clench. "Besides, what could be more innocent than a picnic?" he asked, reaching down and grabbing a basket from the ground.
"Is there actually food in there?"
"Of course…I did promise you dinner."
"You promised me dinner….eventually," she bit her bottom lip hard.
"Are you trying to kill me?" he accused, kissing her again and lingering longer this time. "Let's go before I can no longer pretend that twenty people aren't watching us that I should probably be introducing myself to instead of ignoring."
"I don't care about them, right now."
"Me neither," he laughed and it was so carefree that it made her heart soar. "Follow me, beautiful" he then whispered with mischief and pulled her behind him in the direction of the beach. He had the picnic basket in one hand and her in the other. For him, it did not get any better than that.
"Where are we going?" she asked, but did not care as long as they were alone.
"Right here," he smiled, stopping at a table only a few feet away from the one he was leaning on and still in full view of their audience.
"But…" she sighed and scratched her head while watching him unpack the meal. "We have no privacy here…"
"Let them eat their hearts out," he laughed.
"Agreed, but baby…," she stumbled and then playfully slapped him upside the head when she noticed him trying to contain a grin.
"So violent," he laughed and then pulled her down across his lap. "I still love you though," he professed as she made herself comfortable in his arms.
"I know you are messing with me AND that I completely deserve it," she emphasized. "…but I have to warn you that I will literally lose my mind if I don't get several uninterrupted private moments with you…and soon."
"Literally?" he teased. "A little frustrated, baby?"
"Beyond," she huffed and then dropped her head to his shoulder in what he found to be an adorably overdramatic manner. "The studying was brutal and my sexy-ass stress reliever of a man was two hundred miles away…and my roommate literally never left the room…"
"Literally…sounds rough," he interrupted.
"…at least you have your own bathroom," she grumbled, threading her hands into his. "I had no opportunity to take matters into my own hands. Can you even imagine?" she whined and then squeezed his hands for emphasis.
"I actually imagine that all the time while taking matters into my hands," he quipped and swiftly received another slap.
"Oh well, I'll just take care of myself tonight since you're good," she threw back in his face.
"That was not the deal we made, beautiful."
"If I recall correctly," she paused and tapped a finger to her chin. "… your words were somewhere along the lines of 'surprise me, baby'."
"…with the implication that said surprise would, in your words, 'make it up to me'…" he finished.
"You've got me there, sweet thang."
"Sweet thang?" he laughed. "I fucking missed you."
"I missed us," she grinned at him like an idiot. "…and I WILL make it worth your while."
"I never doubted that, love."
"I will need your help with the ALONE part though…"
"I got it covered," he smiled at her. "Trust me."
"Only with my life," she leaned in and kissed him soundly. "Ok… let's eat."
"… and you can tell me about your guests?" he asked, popping a grape into his mouth. "Start with the guy that likes you."
"I'm impressed with this spread, Hotshot."
"Baby..." he warned with a frustrated huff.
"Why don't you tell me about Chloe?" she asked in annoyance, automatically going on the defensive.
"There's nothing to tell…" he shot back.
"Same here. Obviously," she growled.
"Why are you getting so defensive?" he tried to ask calmly. "This isn't fair, Jess. It's a simple question and considering that your mom is playing matchmaker with this guy, I think I deserve an answer."
"I'm sorry. I know you're right," she apologized after a tension filled minute where they both ate in silence, but she refused to move from his arms. "You smell amazing by the way. Can I please blame 'sexual frustration' brain for my trigger happy mouth?"
"I don't think it'd hold up in a court of law, but I get it," he sighed.
"I'm sorry," she whispered in his ear and then buried her face in his neck.
"Stop sniffing me, weirdo. It's the same deodorant and sweat as always," he laughed.
"I know, but I love it and none of your shirts that I stole smell like you anymore," she smiled.
"That's where my fucking shirts went?" he mock sulked. "Baby, I was about to yell at Mrs. Evans for that and…wait," he stopped himself and his grin spread. "… Does that mean they smell like you now?"
"I suppose," she rolled her eyes.
"Then I want them back 'as is.' Now stop trying to change the subject?" he asked.
"I'm not…just apologizing," she sobered.
"I trust you, ok?" he waited until he saw a nod before continuing. "…with my life and, even harder for me as you know, with my fucking heart." She responded with a kiss. She was afraid she would cry if she tried to speak right then. "All kidding aside, how would you feel if my dad ignored our relationship and tried to set me up with some girl you've never met?"
"I'd track her down and light her hair on fire," she whispered without hesitation.
"I ran a background check on this Tyler asshole and made it halfway to Cambridge twice," he admitted.
"You did not?" she asked.
"I did actually…although I wouldn't have used fire as my weapon of choice," he chuckled.
"Why only halfway?" she asked.
"Because I calmed myself down long enough to remember you've NEVER given me a reason to make that necessary. I trust you," he reiterated and then cupped the side of her face.
"Same, babe…except I would have still threatened bodily harm if our positions were reversed…"
"I know," he laughed out loud. "One of the countless reasons that I love you."
She smiled sweetly at his response. "And the fact that you didn't is one of the things I love most about you…You are so patient with me."
"I do need to know what I'm up against though," he responded quickly. "…which is why I asked you about him. If I have any chance of keeping my composure around this asshole, I need to hear it from you. My patience does not extend to the competition," he added softly.
"You are 'up against' nothing I can assure you," she started. "Tyler is pre-med," she shrugged. "Rich family from upstate New York. Old money. You probably know more about him than me at this point. He comes off like a nice enough guy, but there's something about him that gives me the creeps…maybe that he's too uptight."
"Maybe that he wants to sleep with you…"
"Jonny!"
"What?" he scoffed. "I'm sure he does."
"Irrelevant. He's just always 'on' like he's running for office," she finished. "It's disingenuous."
"Does he openly hit on you?"
"Not really."
"It's really a yes or no question," he insisted. "I need to mentally prepare myself if this guy is gonna be a douche lord and try to flirt with you in front of me."
"Douche lord?"
"I'm serious, Jess."
"I really don't think he's dumb enough to do that, J. I've been very clear with him."
"Yeah…well," he shook his head. "He still came here, didn't he? Why are you friends with this guy, again?"
"I'm not, baby. I'm friends with Theresa and Martha. I like them both well enough. The rest just came along with the deal and ended up here courtesy of your overly generous father."
"Remind me to thank him later," Jonny stated dryly. "And why does your mom like this guy so much?"
"Who knows," she grunted. "All of the above likely."
"Or is it simply that he's not me..."
"It doesn't matter, Jonny. All you need to know is that there's nothing he can do or say, and especially nothing my mother can do or say, that will change my mind. You're my future," she finished with finality.
"I adore you, woman," he pulled her even closer, their meal long forgotten. "I didn't mean to interrogate you," he apologized. "The fact that he came here just instinctively makes me feel territorial and like I need to be on the offensive. It makes it very hard to access the logical part of my brain because even the thought of losing you makes me feel unhinged. In a non-stalker way...I promise," he joked to lighten the mood. "Only in a hopelessly devoted and pathetically head over heels way."
"I get it. I really do," she promised, kissing his neck. "...but it's such a non-issue. No man is ever going to know me the way you do, Jonny."
"I want you so bad right now," he hissed in her ear. "God…," he pulled back slightly. "You are seriously gonna get me in trouble," he grinned. "Distract me…tell me what I get for being so patient."
"I don't think that will distract you in the desired way, right now."
"You promise?" he hoped. She just shook her head with an evil smile. "Ok. Tell me about the rest of your guests…" he trailed off.
"So there's Theresa, Martha, Madison and Addison for the girls. The guys are Brad, Mark, Michael, Greyson and you-know-who."
"Could you get any whiter upper class?
"I don't think you have much room to comment there Jonathan Benton…"
"Fair enough," he laughed.
"Anyway, Theresa is hooking up with Mark. I think she really likes him, but it's hard to tell. Martha is with Brad right now, but she really wants Greyson, which is awkward because Addison and Greyson have been together for a year. So that leaves Madison with Michael."
"And Tyler…"
"…with his hand I guess," she quipped. "They pretty much all hook up with each other, with the exception of Addison and Greyson…I think. Theresa seems to like Tyler too so I have been encouraging her to just go for it."
"That is a lot to remember," he scratched his head.
"I stay out of it for the most part, but sometimes it's a nice break to just listen to Theresa and Martha gossip about it between studying."
"Do you like any of the other girls?" he asked.
"Not really," she admitted. "You know girls are competitive by nature and it's over more than just looks in Cambridge. Its grades…and how rich your family is…and your last name. I have managed to stay civil with everyone, but I feel like they would all stab me in the back for an 'A' sometimes…most of the time."
"Even Mary and Theresa?" he asked and then kissed her temple.
"I don't know," she sighed. "It's entirely possible I'm being crazy."
"I doubt that. Your instincts are usually spot on…and you are the least crazy girl I know," he responded softly.
"I just threatened to burn a bitch," she challenged.
"I like that you're crazy for me, baby."
"You are such a dork," she hummed. "Anyways…long story short, I have not found a best friend to replace you yet," and then she kissed him again. Each kiss since she arrived was longer than the last and she knew they were playing with fire, especially since she had been sitting on his lap for a while.
"One more kiss and I'm a goner," he admitted with difficulty before she could deepen the embrace.
"MY BABY," they then heard loudly behind them.
"Saved by the bell," she whispered against his lips and gave him one more peck before jumping up.
"Me maw…I'm just gonna pretend you are talking to me and not Jonny," Jessie laughed and then greeted her grandmother Sarah with a huge hug, while Jonny hugged her grandfather Jack.
"You're both my babies," she said excitedly. "Let me get a good look at you. Oh, you are so beautiful. Isn't she beautiful, Jack?"
"I certainly think so," Jonny spoke up and for a reason Jessie could not explain his comment and the tone of his voice made her blush.
"And you are even more handsome than the last time I saw you," Sarah gushed at Jonny.
"I certainly think so," Jonny said into their hug, which earned him a smack to the head.
"These Bannon women love to hit me, Pa paw Jack."
"You deserve it," Jessie and Sarah said as one.
"Now where is my son?" Jack asked.
"Dad is getting settled," Jessie told him. "We haven't been here long."
"Let me get your bags?" Jonny offered. "We'll walk you to check-in."
"Don't worry about it. We only wanted to interrupt for a moment," Jack apologized.
"We were done anyway and Jess still needs to check-in too," he waved them off and grabbed the bags.
"I do," Jess laughed. "I don't even know where my bag ended up. I got distracted when I got here by this one," she pointed at Jonny. "He's an instigator."
"Sounds like my boy," Jack stated proudly. "So are you two engaged yet?" he teased. "You're not getting any younger."
"Me maw, please excuse my language," Jonny started. "…but I would prefer that my balls stay where they are and your degenerate son has threatened to remove them if I try to make an honest woman out of Jess before she has at least two degrees to her name."
"My son is an angel," Sarah jumped in on cue.
"Yeah Hotshot, don't you know that a southern mom's son is never wrong," Jessie provoked.
"Oh hush, child. Don't sass me," Sarah warned. "I was already married and pregnant at your age."
"Give me a few more years before you start hounding me for great grandbabies, Me maw?" Jess asked politely and then directed her attention to the receptionist to get herself checked in.
Once the rooms were sorted out, Jessie felt her heart rate pick up. If her luck held out for a few more short minutes, she could steal a few with Jonny away from prying eyes. One look at her boyfriend told her they were on the same page. "I'd like to keep your balls enact too so let's move quickly," she whispered.
"I love how romantic you are, Ace. Where's your luggage?"
"They sent it up to my room already."
"Let's go lovebirds," Jack ordered as he held open the elevators. "What floor?"
"Thirty-four," Jessie sighed as Jonny wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him. She could feel his heart beating against her left shoulder and felt a sudden rush of warmth that had nothing to do with the heat emanating from his body or the arousal that he was using her to hide.
"What are you thinking right now?" Jonny whispered in her ear and then kissed it. He could not place the look on her face and it threw him. They were interrupted by the elevator stopping on the eighth floor, however. "Do you want to meet us for dessert in a few minutes?" Jonny asked.
"That sounds great," Sarah responded.
As her grandparents were rolling their luggage out the door, Jessie could not resist pushing herself back onto Jonny's growing erection. God she had missed him. Jonny immediately tightened his hold around her waist to prevent another assault. However, the second they were moving again he pulled her hips back roughly and moaned into her neck without shame. "Excited baby?" she taunted and pushed back again.
"What are you thinking right now?" he panted and ghosted one finger along the inseam of her shorts until he had her moaning too.
"That I wouldn't care if the President walked in," she sighed. "I don't want you to stop."
He laughed at that and then turned her around for a soft kiss. "As enticing as that sounds," and he kissed her again with a little more passion, but refused to deepen it. "…I think we've given the security guards enough of a show. No one gets to see my girl beg but me," he bit down lightly on her ear. "Not ever."
"Let's go," she pulled at him like a kid at Christmas when the elevator finally stopped at her floor. "We don't have much time."
She had tunnel vision for her door, which was mercifully close to the elevator. However, before reaching it, she felt a hand close over her mouth and her body being lifted and hurled in the opposite direction.
"Shh, baby. Be quiet," she heard before she could even think about putting up a fight. "Your mom."
"Huh," she turned around and whispered in annoyance. He had pulled her into the stairwell.
"Shh," he whispered and craned his neck to look out the small window in the door. "I don't think she saw us, but I just grabbed you when I saw her come out of her room down the hall."
"Shit. How close is she to my room?" Jess asked.
"Don't worry, baby. Not close enough to hear you scream," he promised.
"I…," she started.
"Shh. Shh. Shh. She's knocking on your door," he murmured in her ear.
"I don't care," she kissed his neck and burrowed her face in his chest.
"Jessie…sweetie are you in there?" they heard faintly through the door. "I need to speak with you about Tyler."
Hearing Tyler's name made Jonny growl under his breath and then claim Jessie's lips fiercely. This time he did not deny her when she tried to push her tongue into his mouth, but he quickly took control of the kiss back. "I love you," Jessie mumbled when he came up for air. "I'm yours," she gasped as he lifted her up to wrap her legs around his waist. "God, I'm yours," she repeated when his mouth latched onto her neck.
Jessie faintly registered the door to her room opening and the voices from the hall.
"Evening ma'am. Is this your room?"
"No. It's my daughter's. I suppose she's not in there?" Estella asked.
"No ma'am. I was just dropping off her luggage and turning down the bed."
"Ok. She must still be downstairs. Thank you."
"Put me down," Jessie whispered desperately in his ear when the hallway noise died down. He complied immediately, but the look in his eyes was enough to make her want to give in right there. "Let's go, baby. I start making it up to you right now."
She physically dragged him from the stairwell, but had some trouble unlocking her door with his body flush against her back and his mouth reattached to her neck.
Once they stumbled into her room, all limbs and laughter, she pushed him back against the door. “Lock it,” she ordered. He secured the latch quickly and by the time he turned back around she was on her knees in front of him with her hand inside his bathing suit.
“God…that feels amazing,” he inhaled deeply and let his head drop back against the door. He shut his eyes and enjoyed her touch for a few heated strokes before acting. “I want to make…make you feel good too,” he tried to reach down and pull her up, but she just grabbed his hand and guided it into her hair. Then she released him and pulled his suit down carefully. They both whimpered a little and thought ‘finally.’
“You are so hard,” she breathed heavily through her nose and then licked her way from the base of his shaft to the head, swirling her tongue around the sensitive knob.
“I missed this,” he cried out and instinctively started to pull her head closer.
“Eager babe?” she mocked. His only response was a deep moan and clutching her hair tighter when she took him about two inches into her mouth. “I missed your dick,” she stated with no shame when she pulled back.
“Don’t tease me any…Fuck,” he gripped the base of her neck when she relaxed her throat and took him in deeper, now using her mouth and fist to create a steady rhythm.
‘Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,’ he thought, forcing his eyes open to watch her. ‘She is so good at this. She looks amazing and she feels even better. I missed her. I wish I could see her tits right now. I wish we had more time. I really wish she was naked right now. FUUUUUUCK. I’m not gonna last long. I love her so much. I should say that one out loud.’
“I love you so much,” he panted. “Don’t stop, baby.”
“Mmmhmm,” she hummed around him and he could feel her grin.
‘Mine,’ he thought possessively as she hollowed out her cheeks and then slowly sat back onto her feet. Her hand gripped him tighter and followed the path of her lips. “Do that again,” he growled and she did so happily. “Again,” he ordered, but with significantly less timbre in his voice. He was about to lose it. “Please,” he begged. “You make me feel insane.” She loved it when he took charge and loved it when she had him begging because of her.
“Christ…move now, baby.” He barely managed to get his warning out, but she ignored it anyway. She usually did.
She pulled back quick enough to whisper a soft “no,” and then took him back inside her mouth until she had him completely trapped inside his orgasm.
‘Oh God. Oh God. Oh God,’ was the only thing running through his mind. He had no idea how much time passed.
“You still with me, babe?” he heard her ask with a smile in her voice. She was slowly kissing her way up his body like they had all the time in the world. He pulled her up by the shoulders the second he could feel his legs again.
“Your mine,” he whispered softly against her mouth and then pushed her against the wall in a slow and passionate kiss. He could feel himself starting to get hard again the moment she moaned into his mouth just because his tongue touched hers. He loved how responsive she was to his touch. It did crazy things for his ego. However, his hands were planted firmly against her hips so she could not find any friction against him. In the back of his mind, he knew they needed to stop, but he was having trouble holding on to that thought.
“Jonny,” she breathed heavily when he moved to her neck.
“I’m yours,” he whispered even softer.
“Ha…,” she cried out. “I love being yours…you’re barely touching me and I feel like…”
“I’m gonna make you come so hard,” he interrupted.
“Please,” she pleaded. “I want you.”
“Later,” he finished with a sigh. “Your grandparents are waiting.”
“Noo…way to kill the mood,” she complained.
“I need to make myself suitable for company,” he stepped back with a grin and made a gesture toward his erection.
“I can help you with that,” she whimpered.
“I know…expertly I might add,” he teased and carefully put his bathing suit back on.
“…but we need to get down there and keep up appearances,” she grunted in frustration.
“I’m gonna go get changed and then I will meet you down there,” he kissed her soundly, but quickly.
“Tonight?” she whined cutely.
“So hard,” he assured with a wink and then opened the door. “By the way,” he smiled before stepping out. “…I loved my surprise, baby. You were worth the wait.”
“You’re adorable, but that was just a preview,” she promised.
“Fuck…I love you.”
“Fuck…I love you too,” she laughed.
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