It Began When Her Car Stopped

Author's Note: Jas' and Lana's back stories are here. But I think they'll still manage to make time for a little more than talking…


Chapter 4:


Lana began to stir only a few hours after she and Jas had fallen asleep. They knew it had been earlier than they were used to going to bed, but they knew they had needed an earlier than usual start on their day if the storm lifted.

But from the sounds outside, it seemed that Jas had been right because the thunder was still crashing above and the bolts of lightning were still occasionally illuminating their room.

"Are you awake, too?" Jas asked as he had felt her body's weight shift slightly from glancing out of the window.

"Storm woke me," she answered.

"It's the cold that woke me," he replied, surprised that his breath wasn't coming out in a fog, as he turned to face her.

"I was trying to not think about that," she said as she practically balled herself up beneath the bedspread, fighting to get warm.

"Here," he told her as he moved close and put an arm around her again, holding her gently to him. "You know what they say about shared body heat."

"That might work better if we were both warmer," she said with a slight pout.

"You will be," he said as she laced an arm around him in reply. "Just be patient."

"I can think of a way to pass the time," she told him with a soft smile, a warm shiver being sent through him as her breath fell on his lips.

"Uh huh," he said, almost certain he knew what would follow.

"A game."

"What kind of game?"

"A game of truth. You can ask me anything and for each answer, I get one from you."

"Okay," he agreed, a little thankful that he had been wrong since it seemed his body had yet to completely recover from earlier. He thought for a moment of where to start and decided on basic questions for now. "Name?"

"Lana Stewart. Yours?"

Jas took a deep breath, realizing she would be the first to hear it in literally years, but he wasn't afraid to tell her. "Jason Parker. And not even Swain or his goons know that."

Lana smiled and said, "Your turn."

"Age?"

"Twenty-two. You?"

"Twenty-nine. Family? And don't say 'Who?' again, that's not fair."

"Telling me the rules of my own game, okay," she retorted with a laugh. "Mostly single mother as I almost never saw my father and when I did I often wished I hadn't. No siblings, but it never bothered me. Not because I liked having all the attention but because it was always in my mind that even if I had a sibling I'd still be just as alone."

"I know what you mean," he said. "Parents, like I said, didn't even really acknowledge my existence, but I got so used to it that if they did address me I was surprised. My sister had left home before I was even born and I think I saw her maybe three times my entire childhood. I left myself at sixteen. To this day I don't think they even noticed."

"I would," she told him softly. "And I doubt I'd be happy about it."

Now it was his turn to smile softly as he asked, "When did you leave home?"

"I was seventeen. I'd wanted to leave at twelve, but it just didn't work out that way. And after that it was just one nightmare after another."

"What kind?"

"The guys I was around for one thing. They all wanted to use me. But only one really got the chance. It finally ended about two years ago when I'd had enough. Basically I took myself off the market and decided to swear off anything even remotely resembling another date, romance, relationship or even another attraction."

"Well, I'm sure glad I broke you of that," he said with a laugh.

"That you did," she said, reciprocating his laughter. "So, how did you manage to stay unattached?"

"Soon-to-be-ex-bikers don't exactly have much to choose from. And I just had no interest in what I was surrounded with. Ed's and Swain's sloppy fifths were never my style."

Lana fought hard to contain her laughter at that, but was finding it impossible. "There had to be at least one you had some kind of interest in before me," she said when her laughter subsided.

"There were a few, but most were several years ago and they never stayed for more than a few days."

"Wait, what do you mean 'soon-to-be-ex-biker'?" she asked, suddenly hearing his words again. She couldn't help but enjoy the notion, but didn't want him to see it just yet.

"Ed's gone and Swain wants me dead. Now I just want to get away from all of that and all of them and I'm looking at the only person I want with me."

This time a warm shiver was sent through her as she saw the truth in his eyes.

"How about this one, school," he said. "Anything you want to share there?"

"Ask and we'll see," she answered.

"Loner or queen of the school?"

"Basic loner. You?"

"Labeled troublemaker, also a loner. Cheerleader?"

"Despite what certain skills may have you believing, no. Sports?"

"Not in school," he told her. "But boxing and kickboxing at the gym before, after and often instead of school, yes. Not to mention for all the years since. Health nut?"

"I try," she answered. "Something tells me I already know your answer though," she said with a smile.

"Is it that obvious?" he asked.

"Only to someone who pays attention," she answered with a smile. "Your turn."

"Have you ever been married?"

"No. You?"

"No. Kids?"

"None. You?"

"At the present, none," he answered with a soft smile to her, a warm shiver now running through her again. "Ever been engaged?"

"Only in the technical sense once," she answered. "But we were eleven and there was no ring. And we split up when we were fourteen."

"How long had you known each other?" he asked with a surprised laugh.

"We were nine when we met," she answered with an embarrassed laugh.

"So, what happened? Did he copy off your homework one too many times or did he want to be prom queen?"

"Actually, he got really abusive and then his older brother got in on the act," she told him.

"I'm sorry," he said with an angered sigh to himself.

"It's not your fault," she said caringly. "And I can talk about it. The bruises have been gone for years and from my life, they have been, too."

"I'm glad. I just don’t think I can hear about you having bruises, especially not from someone you were with," he told her. He took a deep breath and changed the subject slightly. "As for me, I've never really known a woman before who I could consider asking that of. They just weren't -"

"Wife material?" she asked when he paused.

"Actually, I was thinking worthy, but that works," he told her. "All right, one last one for this morning. Are you still cold?"

She nodded in reply. "You're not feeling much warmer either."

"Guess they were wrong about shared body heat," he commented.

"Or maybe we just need more to make it work," she replied.

"Well, there's always what they say about friction," he said, having recently found his second wind.

"I think I need you to refresh my memory about that one," she said with a knowing smile, beginning to feel a little warmer already.

At those words, Lana soon found her lips swept up in another tender kiss as Jas' came down onto them.

This wasn't entirely what they'd had in mind originally, but they were both still freezing and with the bedspread and sheets offering very little warmth, they both knew this was their best bet. Though truthfully, neither had any complaints and were soon finding themselves thankful for the excuse.

Jas' strong fingers wrapped around one of her swells, grasping gently before massaging it within his hold. His fingers then soon found a cold-hardened bud tweaked it to feel it harden more beneath his touch.

Lana took in a sharp breath at the pleasant surprise and found her body leaning into his touch once again. And almost unknowingly for her, her legs and thighs were beginning to part. Her body already silently pleading to feel his incredible touch elsewhere.

"See?" he asked as they parted minutes later for much needed gulps of air. "It's working already," he added as his fingertips slowly moved down her torso to her increasingly heated sex.

A soft moan was his reply before she managed a real one. "I suppose then it'd only be right if I shared," she breathed, the unmistakable fire beginning to return to her eyes as her hips began to move against his hand.

But before she could get too much more into it, she shimmied slowly down to his lower half once again. Realizing her mouth was already hotter than any other part of her currently, she didn't want to have to make him wait for his warmth. "And here you were complaining about the cold," she said as she began to work his cock through a loose fist.

"It's freezing in here," he told her, his tone low as his arousal began to build quickly.

"You'd never know it," she said with a seductive grin as she tightened her grip and elongated her strokes while he began to harden within her grasp.

Jas' only response was a pleasurable sigh as he closed his eyes to concentrate completely on her movements. Another escaped at the waft of hot breath on his swelling rod as her mouth lowered while her left hand rested at his right hip and her right gently grasped his sac.

Lana's tongue ran down his satiny length first, taking her time, wanting to taste each inch.

Ecstatic shivers were now running down Jas' spine and as he managed to glance down he saw her smiling up at him and that alone was almost enough to make him lose it right then. But he hung on and closed his eyes again, completely surrendering to the blissful sensations she was sending through him.

He knew he loved the feeling of her down on him, but seeing her gazing up at him, as much of a smile as she could manage tugging at her soft, gently pouted lips, knowing she was getting so worked up herself, it only added to his arousal. And already he had to fight to hold back.

Her tongue had now begun to tease his glans and swirl around his rigid tool before her lips surrounded his reddened silky cap, slowly sucking more of him into her mouth as her suction increased oh so slightly.

But before he could get too used to her bringing him into her slowly, she opened wide and, with one swift movement, took his entirety into her hot, wet mouth. She worked him in and out slowly at first, smiling at each blissful groan he made and at each twist of his hips beneath her.

Soon she sped her pace and ran her left hand up his right side, wanting to take in as many of his definitions as she could as she was getting almost as turned on by this as he was while her right still fondled his seed heavy balls.

Feeling his middle's flinches appearing as he continued to near, Lana returned her right hand to stroke his hard cock and lowered her mouth again. It wasn't too many more seconds before her tongue had stopped its circular motions over his balls and slipped them past her lips.

A surprised gasp and groan immediately followed as it was almost too much for Jas to take. And at his unmistakable amplifying rumblings, Lana returned her soft lips to his burning shaft, sucking hard at his oozing crown while her left hand was now at his sac and her right still stroked the rest of his length from where her lips left off to the base.

His groin was sending a fire through every part of him and all but what Lana was giving him was long forgotten. All that mattered to him now was her and her continuation. Half of him never wanted her to stop while the other half was begging her to make him come now.

His hips were bucking into her and he couldn't fight any longer. His need to come had gotten too great. He had lost the fight and he knew it. "Oohhhh!" was as much as he could call out as his volcanic orgasm produced itself.

And it had appeared just as soon as Lana took his length's entirety into her mouth again, sending a short salty blast down her throat. But though his load had been much less than the last, it in no way was a reflection of his climax's intensity.

Lana knew this as she had felt his throbs increasing all the while and she couldn't help but smile again as her lips and tongue continued to stroke and lick him until his very last tremor had ceased. Only then did she shimmy back up to his side.

"How are you feeling now?" she asked, sounding only a little winded.

"Definitely warmer," he answered breathlessly. "And in a minute we'll find out if friction will be enough for you."

The minute past and now another passionate fire was burning in his dark eyes as he looked her over, his breath almost completely having returned. The only thought in his mind now was how Lana had waited long enough and now it was her turn to be warmed by his own hot mouth.

"What?" Lana asked as she noticed his seductive gleam, her own still yet to fade completely.

"Maybe it was all that talk about food earlier, but I'm pretty hungry," his still slightly husky voice replied as he looked her nude form over.

"Well, far be it for me to deny a grown boy his breakfast," she told him as she rolled over onto her back, knowing full well where this was headed.

With his own smile yet to fade, he moved downwards and hooked her legs over his shoulders before letting out another appreciative sigh as he rested his hands at her thighs. Quickly he took in the sight of her lustful gaze to him before lowering his hot mouth to her waiting snatch, his tongue wasting no time in combing past her dark curls which had already begun glistening with her wet heat.

"Yesss!" she gasped as his teeth nipped lightly at her most pleasurable point just before his tongue followed. Then, he took his time as he traced each contour of her rosy folds, caressing and stroking, each only making her hips writhe in bliss.

Her breaths were now increasing at each movement his incredible tongue made. First at her clit, then her folds and now probing ever so slightly into her. And all she could think was how amazing it felt to have him between her legs again, even if it would only be his tongue for now.

Already Jas could taste how wet she had become and though her body's temperature was steadily rising, he didn't want her to have to wait too much longer to feel what she had just given him.

Lana moaned again as Jas withdrew his tongue from her opening and licked back upwards to her swell. But then he took it back completely and puckered his lips at her hard nub, sucking intently at it, only making her pleasurable writhing come more rapidly.

Luckily for Lana, Jas was ready for this and slightly increased his grip at her toned thighs to make it easier to keep her in place well enough to still enjoy all he was giving her.

Lana gasped sharply as his tongue licked her bud again before his lips increased their tempo. Now it was her lower half that seemed to be on fire and it was coursing through every part of her. And with Jas' hands still on her thighs while her legs were resting against his back, she knew he had to be feeling it, too.

Jas let his tongue lick at her throbbing swell again, this time applying a bit more pressure as his hands were now able to wander upwards as her legs had locked behind him, Lana now mostly supporting herself against him. His hands reached her sides first, then he let his fingertips run up the length of her ribs, knowing by now how she loved how hard it made her chest when her skin prickled.

And those prickling and hardening mounds and buds were next to feel his touch with gentle massaging and pinching before he brought all of his concentration back to her increasingly needful sex.

Just another minute more and he felt her tighten around and beneath him. Her entire cunt was surging and soon she convulsed just as intensely as he had, calling out just as loudly, also incapable of forming anything remotely resembling an actual word.

But despite her rapid convulsions from her explosive orgasm, Jas never pulled away. And he couldn't help enjoying the pulsating at his slightly parted lips and once again he was eager to lap her hot release, even if it was hardly similar to that which had earlier coated his then buried cock. And just as she had done for him, only when he knew she was truly done and her form was calm again did he pull back and begin to slowly untangle their bodies.

"Better?" he asked as he moved back to her side.

"Um hmm," was as much of a reply as she could give him, her smile seemingly unable to fade.

"Maybe we should try to get some more sleep," he said as he stifled a yawn. "The storm looks like it's about to start to clear and if it does, we'll want to be well rested."

"Okay," she said sleepily, her eyes already closed.

"Goodnight, beautiful," he told her before he kissed her forehead.

"Goodnight, Jason," she replied almost too softly for him to hear.

It stopped him briefly to hear her call him by his real name. But he didn't dislike it. That was what surprised him. He couldn't even remember the last person to call him that, but suddenly he knew that from her, he really liked it.

Over the next few hours while they slept they storm continued to clear. The rain stopped before the flashes of light and the thunder's crashes. The clouds had begun to lighten in color as they broke apart and moved on.

"Hey," Jas said as Lana stirred again, beginning to awake a few hours later.

"Hey," she replied. Realizing he was the one facing the window now, she asked, "How's the storm looking?"

"Like it's past," he said. "Think you're about ready to go?"

"Sure," she answered only a little sleepily.

But though the thunderstorm had past, another storm was brewing not too far from where Jas and Lana were and it began to break just as they climbed back onto his bike several minutes later.


"Hello?" Swain asked when he answered his ringing phone.

"You still lookin' for Jas?" the man on the other end asked.

"Depends, Ridge, you know where he is?"

"He's leaving my motel now with some girl," he large blonde haired man answered. "Would've called you last night, but the storm knocked the phones out."

Swain hung up seconds later and Mason asked, "Good news?"

"Jas is heading west and once we find him, this ends, no more games," the large, slightly older man told him.

"But what about the girl?"

"We'll get her," he assured. "And then Jas is ours. Once he knows we've got her, there won't be a thing in hell that could stop him from trying to save her."

"And that'll be his destruction," Mason finished.

"I always knew it'd be a matter of time before a woman weakened him. And now that one finally has, we get two for one."

"But don't you think he'll try to kill you?"

"I'm counting on it," Swain answered with a smile. "But he'll be so blinded by his hormones that he won't be able to concentrate and the second he slips, he's mine."

"How are we gonna manage this?" another of Swain's men asked as he came in.

"Let me worry about that, Max," Swain told him. "But Jas will watch as you and the others play with his little toy. Hear her each time she begs for you all to stop before you repay his favor. And then, I get to repay him."


Several hours later Jas and Lana had pulled off to a gas station and soon he got to see yet another side of her he hadn't expected.

Not more than seconds after Lana had climbed off of the bike to stretch her legs, a familiar song began to descend from the above speakers and almost immediately her body reacted as it only knew how.

Jas could only watch Lana as she moved in time with the music. Her arms bent and behind her head, her chest and hips swaying while she left her feet firmly planted on the concrete.

He could see her eyes were closed as she listened to the song and had to fight from going over to her. It would be a good excuse to get her in his arms again if he joined her. But he knew if he held her then, he'd never let go.

Jas managed to take his eyes off of her just before her eyes opened again and just before he overfilled his gas tank.

"I love that song," Lana said as she tried to get her body to stop swaying completely once it was done.

"I could see that," he told her.

"Nothing too embarrassing, I hope," she said.

"Not at all. Ready?"

"Yeah." She knew he had to have been watching, but somehow she wasn't embarrassed by the notion. Though she had wished that he would join her and she couldn't understand why he hadn't. All she could hope now was that she could talk him into it at dinner.

"This feels good," Jas said as they slid into a booth in another bar several minutes later. "Just getting to sit for more than a few minutes without the threat of another storm."

"I don't know, I kind of liked it last night," she said. "Gave us a chance to find out who we're really sharing these beds with."

"You're right," he said. "But at the same time it cost us about a day on the road and right now that's a little bothersome."

"Hey, we're gonna be okay," she told him. "We've stayed ahead of them this far, right?"

"I'd feel a lot better if Swain wasn't the type to lay in wait," he said.

"I think I might have a way to take your mind off Swain and his guys for a while," she said. Only she didn't say it with a mischievous grin or seductive gleam. Just a certainty that made Jas curious.

"I'm listening."

"After dinner I want to dance," she said. "And this time, I want to dance with you."

"Okay," he agreed.

Just a half an hour later, Lana got her dance with the man she was quickly realizing to be the man of her dreams.

They began swaying to the slow song together with Jas leading. He had taken her hand in his and they quickly became more lost in each others' eyes than in the song or dance.

Before the song had even ended, Lana had taken her hand from his and coiled her arms behind him, resting her head against his chest. And she couldn't help but smile at hearing his increased heartbeat, wondering if he was hearing or feeling hers in return.

Jas' arms laced around her in reply, knowing he would never tire of feeling her against him. But at the same time the fear that had entered his mind at the gas station crept back. He wasn't sure if he could let go of her, knowing already he didn't want to have to.

"Another great song," Lana said finally when it ended.

"I was afraid of this," Jas replied.

"Of what?" she asked as she pulled back slightly to look up at him, comforted at still feeling his strong arms around her.

"Maybe it's because we're in a bar that looks a little like the first, but I don't think I can let go," he admitted.

Lana smiled softly, moved her lips to his left ear and whispered, "You never have to, Jas."

He couldn't entirely tell if it was her words, the fact that she meant them or how her breath had fallen on the shell of his ear, but a sharp bolt of ecstasy shot through him and before either knew it, his lips had swooped down to claim hers and Lana was kissing him back despite her surprise.

When they parted minutes later they both knew they didn't have to say anything else right then. There were only three words for them to say and they were shining in their brown orbs too brightly to be ignored as they looked to each other.

Neither knew how it was possible after only four days, but it was obvious it had happened. Both also knew that it was too late to go back, to undue any of this, but neither wanted to as it was and were in fact thankful it couldn't be taken back.

"All right, you two," the young bartender said, her voice breaking into their shared thoughts. "Bar's closed. Time for you to go."

"It's only 9 o'clock," Jas said as he glanced to his watch.

"Maybe where you're from, but it's midnight here, loverboy," she told him.

"Guess we should go," Lana said softly.

"I guess that's what we get for a late start," he commented as they headed towards the door, his right arm still around her as her left was still around him.

"But we covered a lot of ground today, that's something to be thankful for," she said.

"I'd still feel better if we'd covered more, yesterday," he replied.

"Let's just find a place to rest tonight and get an actual early start tomorrow," she told him as they climbed onto his motorcycle, wanting him to stay as relaxed as he had been during their dance.

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A/N: All right, that's it for chapter four. Let me know if you liked, hated it and or want to see more.