A Deviation – By GearJamGranny

Marlena walked into the Cheatin’ Heart, her heart beating faster than normal as she scanned the smoky bar for her husband. He stood watching her, his mouth agape.

 

“Doc, what are you doing in those clothes?” Marlena sauntered over to him and stuck her bottom lip out in a pout.

 

“I thought you’d like them, and Hattie certainly doesn’t need them where she’s going.” He cleared his throat, trying to contain his lust, for at least a few minutes.

 

“I can’t say I don’t like them, it just isn’t you. I’m surprised, that’s all.” She wondered if her idea was such a good one. He didn’t seem to be reacting the way she hoped, but his voice brought her back from her thoughts.

 

“So, what are you doing here?”

 

“I came to find you.” His eyes lit with a glimmer of hope.

 

“Why?” She took his hand and led him to the opposite corner, where it was more private and a little quieter.

 

“I’m sorry. For everything.” She looked around at their surroundings. “Let me put it bluntly John; I’ve treated you like shit for the past few months.” She put a finger to his lips to stop his words. “I know that I wasn’t completely responsible for that, that Hattie and whatever drugs Stefano was giving me were, but that doesn’t change the fact that you were hurt, and I’m sorry.” He took her hand and placed it over his heart.

 

“I’m sorry too, for ever doubting you. My heart didn’t, but my cop’s mind took the clues and ran with them. When you went over that balcony, I lost it. Doc, I don’t know what I’d ever do if I lost you again. I’m so sorry for all the time we’ve wasted, but I’m not wasting anymore.” He pulled her into a kiss that flamed with four months of pent up passion. The surroundings disappeared and they got lost in the obsession of each other. She pulled back slightly, her lips swollen from his kisses.

 

“Go ask Bo if we can borrow his bike.” Her request startled him, as did his reply.

 

“Doc, you have to have a special motorcycle license.” She laughed hoarsely and his groin reacted to it. She grabbed his butt and pulled him so their middles were touching.

 

“Do you feel how hot I am for you? You landed a damn plane in the middle of the jungle. You can drive a motorcycle down the road, and I’m sure Bo will overlook the fact that you don’t have a license.” He just stared at the woman standing in front of him.

“John go now or I’m going to have to take you right here.” She kissed him hard and smacked his butt as they walked back to where Bo and Hope were still sitting. Half way there Marlena tried to walk away.

 

“I’ll wait by the door.” He grabbed her hand to keep her by him.

 

“You’re not going anywhere without me.” She laughed at him.

 

“John, I’m a big girl. I think I can handle standing by the door.” He loved the fact that she was completely unaware of the effect she was having on the other male patrons in the bar.

 

“Baby, with the way you’re dressed you aren’t safe from anyone, especially me.” Her stomach did flip flops at the innuendo. The other couple tried to hide their snickers at the way John was walking. Bo couldn’t help himself.

 

“Hey man, what’s up?” He got a death glare from John.

 

“I need to borrow your bike Bo.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Marlena asked me to ask you.” Bo thought before handing the keys over.

 

“You so much as get a fingerprint on her and you’re dead.”

 

“Don’t worry. I don’t want to get my fingerprints on anything but my wife.” He shifted uncomfortably. John left the keys to his Jeep with the Bradys and exited quickly with Marlena. Once outside the bar Marlena grabbed John by the shoulders and pushed him up against the wall. Her tongue invaded his mouth and re-memorized every bit of it. She ground her hips against his and bit softly on his lower lip as he groaned in frustration. He pushed her away from him.

 

“Tell me where we’re going.” His voice was raspy with want, and he half dragged her to the motorcycle. She giggled at the face John made when he straddled the bike. Marlena’s hand went to his crotch.

 

“Poor baby. I’ll have to do something to make you feel better.” John grabbed her hand and bit lightly at the tender flesh inside her wrist. She inhaled sharply at the sensation and whispered in his ear their destination. The bike roared to life and she hung onto John’s middle tightly as they sped off into the night.

 

At the edge of the woods, on a little cliff over looking the lights of Salem, John stopped the bike.

 

“I’m glad it’s a warm night.” Marlena hopped off and John followed. He kissed her with abandon.

 

“You’re the one generating all the heat.” She smiled seductively at him.

 

“So you think this is pretty hot huh?” He fingered her skin along the line of the black lace push-up bra. Without warning he grabbed the lapels of the leather coat and pulled her to him. His mouth sucked at her cleavage and his tongue forged a wet trail between her full breasts. Her head fell back to give him better access. Suddenly she jumped at the tingly sensation he was causing. He pulled his head back and turned her around toward the light of the moon.

 

“What does that smile on your face mean?” She followed his gaze and gasped when she saw the dark spot appearing on her breast. She smacked his arm.

 

“John Black, did you just give me a hickey?” He laughed at her response.

 

“I’ve always wanted to do that, and tonight you just fit the part.”

 

“What does that mean?”

 

“Bad Ass Biker Babes are always being marked by their men. Tonight I marked my woman.” She looked exasperatingly at him; then a completely lustful smile crossed her face.

 

“So what else do Bad Ass Biker Babes have done to them? Better yet, what do babes like me get to do to their men?” John’s eyes grew dark at her implication. He took her jacket off and flung it on the ground. He went to the bike and took the blanket roll off the side holder and spread it on the ground. When he turned back to Marlena she was looking at the purple spot on her breast, running a red fingernail over it.

 

“Baby you are completely fulfilling one of my raunchiest fantasies right now.” She met his gaze.

 

“Care to share. Obviously this was turning you on.” She continued to run her fingers over her breast and then took the hem of the stretch tank and pulled it over her head. She stood before john, clad in her dirty washed jeans and black bra. Their gazes locked; she unbuckled the belt and slipped it through the loops. Marlena adjusted the clip and had both of John’s wrists bound before he could move.

 

“Doc, what are you doing?” She looked at him as innocently as she could muster.

 

“Making you watch.” She undid her jeans and he caught a glimpse of black lace. Marlena toed off her boots, then turned around and bent from the waist to take off her socks. The top of her thong was visible from John’s vantage point and he groaned. She looked at him, trying not to laugh.

 

“Problems?” He shook his head, not trusting his voice to work, and she smiled at him. Marlena hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the jeans and pulled them off, nimbly stepping out of them. She closed the distance between them and kissed him, running her hand between his legs and gripping his bulge.

 

“Just to be nice, I’ll unzip these for you.” His sigh of relief was more of a moan as she kissed him again.

 

“Doc, in case you couldn’t tell, I want you now.” She smiled against his lips.

 

“I know.” Marlena backed away from him and ran her fingers over her still covered breasts. She undid the black lacy material and let it fall to the ground. Her hands came around to her front and Marlena kneaded her breasts, playing with her nipples. John moaned loudly as he watched them pout under his wife’s ministrations. Finally her hands roamed down her stomach to her abdomen and her fingers snaked under the elastic band of the lacy thong.

 

“Oh, John, I’m so wet.” He wanted to touch her so badly, but he was transfixed as he watched her fingers disappear into her private haven.

 

“God, John, oooh…” She let out a sharp cry and Hazel locked with Midnight.

 

“Let’s undo your hands and see what happens.” John grabbed Marlena’s still glistening fingers and sucked them into his mouth. She gasped at the sensual feeling of his tongue. He ripped the panties off of her and laid her back as gently as his lust allowed onto the blanket. Without taking off his own clothes he made love to her with his mouth. His tongue delved between her folds and his teeth scraped across her sensitive nub. She cried out again and he stood, divesting himself of his clothes in record time.

 

“Baby, tell me if I hurt you.” He entered her and pumped deeply and repeatedly, needing release. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies melding together. Both broke out into the sweet sweat of sex and they came simultaneously; their breathing harsh and ragged. When their heartbeats slowed considerably, Marlena whispered to John.

 

“Did I do justice to your fantasy?” He looked down into her golden eyes.

 

“Almost.” She looked a little hurt, and he nipped at her earlobe.

 

“I’ve still got to make you cum at least three more times.” She laughed and caught him in a mind blowing, carnal kiss.

 

“Then what are you waiting for?” She ground her hips upward and they started all over again.

 

At dawn they finally returned Bo’s bike.