Loner's Retreat: Santana & Jonas, Part 4

JONAS

Jonas was relieved the housemates were busy preparing for tonight's Thanksgiving dinner. Santana had barely said a word to him during breakfast and it had caused noticeable awkward tension between them this morning. But when she decided to head into town with Dylan and Lucia for some last minute ingredients, he took the time to contemplate his next move.

He hadn't intended on taking her virginity last night. He wanted to wait to tell her the truth first. But his self-control had been provoked as soon as he had heard her saying his name in her sleep. Now that he knew she'd only been pretending, it only infuriated him more. When Santana was in her lawyer mode, she was a completely different person. Ruthless, unforgiving, willing to do whatever it took to get the results she wanted, no matter who it hurt. He'd chalk it up to her being passionate about the important work she did, but when lawyer mode crossed over into their relationship, it usually ended up causing a heated argument, just like the one they'd had last night right after he'd given her exactly what she wanted, sex. It caused him to sleep outside in between two trees on a hammock so he could diffuse the situation until morning. He'd woken up in a foul mood, with sore muscles and kinks all over his body due to the uncomfortable position he slept in. He also hated not being able to fall asleep peacefully without his wife's loud snoring.

Jonas figured a good work out with the remaining guests of the house would turn his mood into something more pleasant. So he hit the treadmill first, running until his lungs were about to collapse from lack of oxygen.

"Running from something, my friend?" Miguel Garcia, Angelina's twin brother, asked as he took the treadmill beside him and began his cardio with a light jog, while Jonas caught his breath.

"Not at all," Jonas lied, and wiped the sweat off his forehead with the towel he had wrapped around his neck, then took a long swig of water from his water bottle.

"You and Santana okay? She wasn't her usual funny self at breakfast," Miguel asked curiously, as the straight shooter he was. Jonas could see why he got along with Julie. They both held the sharpest tongues in the house, with zero filters.

"We'll work it out. We always do," Jonas answered truthfully. Although last night wasn't their first fight, it was the first they've had as husband and wife and Jonas really wanted to kick himself for not holding out like he was supposed to. But he couldn't take seeing her touch herself like that without wanting to bury himself inside of her a minute longer. As the memories of pounding into his sultry wife filled his mind, he almost went mad with desire for her. Taking her on their bed, in the shower, right on the beach, it was all he could think about now and he couldn't wait until she came home.

"How'd you two meet anyway?" Miguel continued with his questions as Jonas went to lift some weights and started on toning his arms.

"We met here, right on the beach, at the annual Christmas Bonfire. I was there with a date and ended up leaving with Santana," Jonas replied with a smirk as he recalled the day his entire life changed again, twice by the same woman. She'd been the only woman who'd stood out to him that night, just like it had been the first time they crossed paths. Santana wasn't a joiner. So it was no surprise to him he found her laying on a beach towel, reading a book, while everyone else around them were busy celebrating.

"Love at first sight, huh?" Miguel commented as he increased his running on the treadmill, making Jonas smile out of habit. He couldn't help it apparently. Santana always had that affect on him, even when she wasn't in the room.

"Something like that," Jonas responded as he lifted his last round of weights and sat on the bench for another break.

"Brave, man. I don't think I'll ever be ready for marriage. It's a full time job from what I've heard," his housemate continued, and Jonas couldn't help but notice something was off about his tone as he relayed the information.

"You have your good days and your bad days. The only difference is you can't walk away so easily."

"And why would you want to when you have a hot wife to go home to at night?" Miguel teased with a cheesy grin and Jonas chuckled at the compliment he'd given his wife. Santana was a rare, natural beauty, and she'd been getting more attention from other men recently since they'd gotten married but Jonas wasn't worried. He was secure enough to know as mad as she was at him at the moment, she was still his and vice versa. Or at least he thought so.

"Speaking of, I'm going to go see if she came back from her trip to the market," Jonas informed after taking another pull from his water bottle.

"The market? Julie told me she saw them heading towards La Rosa less than an hour ago while she was shopping. That's on the other side of the city," Miguel corrected and Jonas tried to keep his cool while his heart threatened to punch its way out of his chest from fear.

"Oh, right. Let me go grab a quick shower before she gets back then," he said as he gave Miguel a pound and waved goodbye at the others before his departure and headed straight to his room for a shower.

If his wife was at La Rosa, there was no doubt in his mind his secret would be out before the end of the night. Jonas would be lying if he said he was ready for everything to hit the fan but he knew this day would come. He had to face the fact that Santana might not want to stick around and work this out after she found out what he'd been hiding since the night he saw her at the bonfire.

All of his years majoring in Psychology in college couldn't mentally prepare him for what was to come during tonight's dinner. It'd been hours since Santana had returned from her trip to La Rosa, but she hadn't been by their room to change. He only knew she was getting ready in Lucia's room, along with some of the other ladies in the house, because she had sent him a text. A very dry one, at that. He didn't read too much into it since he deserved all of her hostility and more after tonight.

The cool air from the central air vents in the retreat was on full blast, which gave his skin much needed relief underneath his formal wear. He decided to keep it clean with a black, buttoned-up shirt and some black jeans with some casual shoes, then decided to put on Santana's favorite cologne, in hopes of luring her out of her anger and right into his arms.

And hopefully the bulge that threatened to pop out of his boxers every time he thought of her naked underneath him behaved in her presence.

It was close to seven o'clock by the time he headed out of their room. The different scents that came with the traditional Thanksgiving dinner filled his nose and made Jonas' stomach growl in hunger. But food wasn't the only thing he was craving at the moment.

His mouth watered as he entered the main living area and caught the sight of his stunning wife in a skin-hugging white strapless dress that barely reached her mid-thighs. Her long legs were glowing as they went on for miles and stopped short at her six-inch black heels as she stood next to the bar, holding a fruity drink in her hand.

Jonas wasn't prepared for the painful hard-on straining against his slacks but he had to tough it out and regain his composure. He wasn't about to embarrass himself in front of everyone, not tonight.

"Que hermosa te vez, mi amor," Jonas complimented his smoking hot wife as he leaned in to kiss her cheek. When he felt her lean into his touch instead of looking away, he could tell she missed him enough to return his affection. Her eyes held his heated gaze as the air around them grew thick with sexual sparks flowing between them.

"You smell delicious," Santana countered and swallowed hard as she leaned in closer. He'd seen the subtle glow in her cheeks she'd gotten last night after he made love to her but it seemed as though it had become permanent and it only added to her radiant beauty.

"You taste even better," he teased into her ear and watched her cheeks turn pink as she tried to hide her smile.

"Is dinner ready?" his wife asked Lucia as she joined them and Jonas had no choice but to compose himself again, only until he could get time alone with her before dinner. He needed to fuck her soon before his dick swelled to an unbearable state of pain.

"Twenty more minutes and we'll be stuffing our faces with all the good stuff Dylan prepared," Lucia answered with a toothy grin. "You two can help yourselves to some appetizers in the meantime," their gracious host offered as she gestured towards the long table filled with finger foods and sinful pastries. He spotted Santana's favorite cream filled donut holes and an idea immediately popped into his dirty thoughts.

"Meet me outside. I'll get some stuff for us to munch on until dinner is ready," Jonas suggested as he touched his wife's soft cheek and smiled.

"What are you up to, Mr. Martinez?" Santana eyed him suspiciously, a hint of amusement in her eyes as she tapped his lips with her finger.

"Outside. Go," he ordered as he patted her butt lightly and she pouted, obeying his friendly command and swaying her hips towards the deck that overlooked the beach. Once he saw her standing against the railings, and caught her looking back at him with the same wild hunger in her eyes, Jonas groaned internally, wondering how long he'd be able to go without feeling her warm wet walls pulling him inside of her.

He broke away from her sensual gaze and focused on getting a few donut holes onto some napkins, then made his way towards his wife. She'd moved from her previous spot against the railings and had chosen to lie down on the hammock, which was positioned between the shadows of the trees by the side of the beach house. There were torches flickering on either side of the hammock, giving him enough light to see his wife swinging against the quilted polyester, her legs crossed, as she eyed him like a taco she couldn't wait to devour.

"Are you trying to get on my good side again? Because it's working," Santana stated as Jonas placed some clean napkins on the grass before him and lowered himself onto his knees as she stopped her swinging.

"I have one request," Jonas said as he handed her the napkins holding the sugary donut holes and picked one out of the bunch before she took the rest.

"Which is?" she asked as she brought a donut into her mouth and groaned deeply as she chewed, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the pastry. He took the opportunity to place his hands on her thighs, hiking up her dress high enough to see she wasn't wearing any underwear as she parted her legs for him. If the woman wanted to kill him tonight, she was on the right track.

"Don't scream too loud," he replied with a grin before he looked around to make sure no one was watching and dipped his head in between her legs, plunging his tongue right into her slick folds. When he heard her gasp and felt her legs begin to shake as he flicked the tip of his tongue over her nub, his cock grew harder. He ate from her until her body vibrated with eagerness, begging for him to give her the release she needed. But he didn't want her to come. Not yet, anyway. He wanted her wet enough for what he was about to do to her and he could practically taste the river of come swirling his tongue before he pulled it out and looked up at her. Santana's breathing grew heavy as she stared at him and licked her lips.

"Take half a bite of the donut hole and hand me the rest of it," Jonas commanded and watched as she did what she was told. Once the other half of the donut was in his hand, he placed it between his teeth and dipped back in between her legs, letting the cream oozing out of the donut hole lather up her clit, lubricating it enough to follow through with his seduction. The scent of her arousal mixed with the aroma of the creamy pastry almost made him come in his slacks but he used his impatience on her wet opening instead. He finished the other half of the donut as he licked off the cream off her clitoris and watched her roll her hips with every thrust his tongue made into her.

She tasted too good to stop but he had to. His aching erection was hollering for mercy in his pants and it made him focus long enough to pull his wife off of the hammock and push her up against the side of the beach house. Jonas lifted her leg up over his waist to give him access to what his dick wanted the most and slipped right into her tight and wet walls.

"Oh fuck, baby. I love how wet you get for me," Jonas whispered into her ear as he increased his thrusting and pummeled into her core without holding back this time.

"More. Please give me more, Jonas..." Santana pleaded in between whimpering whispers, as her nails pressed into the skin on his shoulders, urging him to comply with her demand. He braced his hands on her hips as he fucked her hard enough to make her bite down on her lip to keep from screaming out.

"Don't move. Let me see how far in I can go," he instructed and when she nodded in response, he grounded himself into her deeply, letting the pull of her muscles guide him deeper into her core. Fuck, she was soaked enough for him to come at least twice in a row. He used it to his advantage and held onto to her backside as he plunged into her while rolling his hips. She came right away, sliding her swollen clit against his hard cock as he covered her lips with his own to keep her from alerting the others with her screams. He groaned into her mouth as he felt her muscles tighten around him, milking him until his own climax consumed him. He pumped into her until he came again, spilling more of his hot seed inside of the soaking wet center he was slowly getting addicted to.

"Marry me," Jonas said as he tried to catch his breath and cradled her face in his hands, while resting his forehead against hers.

"I'm taken, buddy," Santana teased as she held up the wedding ring he bought for her, which glinted in the light of the torches behind them.

"He's a lucky man then," he stated as he grinned and leaned in for a skin-melting kiss. She smiled into his mouth as she kissed him back and he pulled himself out of her and placed his member back inside of his pants.

"I love you, Jonas. I hope you'll forgive me," his wife claimed as she pushed her dress down, pulling away from his lips and swallowed hard. Dread began to form in his chest and made his stomach drop at her tone.

"Forgive you? For what?"

"I found Daniel. And I've invited him over for dinner tonight."