Loner's Retreat: Santana & Jonas (The Finale)

SANTANA

She never had many friends growing up. A couple of temporary ones on and off throughout the years, but nothing major. No one had compared to her Daniel. No one challenged her to be the best person she could be, or saw past the wall she had built the day people started to judge her based on her parent's past. Not like Daniel had the moment he laid eyes on her when they were just a couple of kids from different back-roads of life, barely crawling out of loneliness and being dealt a bad deck of cards to sort through.

That was until they had arrived at Loner's Retreat for their honeymoon.

There, she had gotten closer to Lucia Johnson, the woman behind the paradise that had brought her and her childhood best friend back together, who turned out to be the same man she had decided to spend the rest of her life with. But she'd done way more than that. Lucia managed to make her break into the six inch heels of confidence it took to shake her husband out of his celibacy marathon, and to also embrace her sexuality, not hinder behind society's standards of what it meant to be not just a resilient woman, but a good wife.

Dylan was the unexpected surprise she was most grateful for. He'd taught her a few things in the kitchen that made her family recipes ten times better, and things in the bedroom a million times spicier. He'd been a good listener, while providing an unbiased male point of view on anything ranging from politics to sex toys.

The rest of them, Julie, Miguel, Cassian, Dolly and Angelina, made her wish she'd had more time to spend with each of them individually during their short visit. But from what she had gathered up from a few casual conversations over breakfast, lunch and dinner, along with some group activities and fun movie nights every Friday, they were all struggling with different things. PTSD, familial pressure, insecurities and the complexities of love and what came next after the storm. All she knew was that they had all arrived at Loner's Retreat to stop all the loneliness and self-doubts plaguing their everyday lives and keep them from carrying them down the wrong paths in life.

She watched her housemates stand around the farewell bonfire they had decided to throw for those who's time here was up, from the deck that led towards the beach and smiled. Not a single frown sat on any of their faces as they drank and sang horribly in unison to the music flowing from the bluetooth speaker that belonged to Dylan, clinking their plastic cups, and spilling alcohol onto the sand underneath their bare feet as they danced.

They were happy. Or at least on their way towards achieving it. And so was she.

"What are you reading, beautiful?" The voice made a slow smirk form on her lips as strong arms wrapped around her waist from behind. The words had given her a slight case of deja-vu and the low simmering feeling of the good kind of love, that settled into your being, and never bothered to move even through the worst of storms.

"The Secret of Life by Santana Martinez." Santana jested as she craned her head up to look up at her husband's knowing smile.

"Oh yeah? How does it end?"

"You don't seem like the type who likes to read," she said, repeating the same words she had spat out the same night her lost best friend had re-entered her life without her knowledge.

"I would listen to anything you read to me." Daniel played along, reciting his own words and he was also now comfortable with her using his real name to address him with again and she couldn't be happier. She still couldn't believe she'd had him right beside her all along. Thinking about it almost brought her to tears again but she swallowed them back, not wanting to ruin the moment.

"I know I have a lot to make up for, but I'm glad things happened the way they did. Who knows what would've happened if I had decided to tell you the night before our wedding," her husband mentioned and as Santana took in his words, she had to admit she might've hesitated on marrying him if he had told her that night. She'd grown up guarded, barely trusting anyone around her long enough to date them and it had been a miracle she had even gotten that far in their relationship to begin with.

It all made sense now after knowing the truth.

"Well, you're officially a full-time shrink now. What do you suggest?" Santana teased as she turned in arms to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"That you let me kiss up to you until the end of time. In several, sexy ways..." Daniel trailed off as he dipped his head lower to capture her lips. She kissed him back and giggled into his mouth once she heard all the hollering coming from their housemates down by the beach.

"Get a room already!" They all yelled simultaneously, making the pair chuckle as they went in for another heated kiss.

"To Loner's Retreat, and the love and inspiration that leaves with you," Santana heard her friend Lucia claim as she held up her plastic cup for her toast and Santana did the same with her own cup sitting on the railing behind her.

"To love and inspiration, my darling Daniel," she toasted, with a brilliant smile on her face as he smirked and held up his own cup of booze in his free hand.

"To love, and inspiration and to the best friend I have been so blessed to have as my wife."

Hours later....

They were halfway through their plane ride to Texas when Santana had woken up to heat blowing into her face. As her eyes fluttered open and focused on her surroundings, her gaze stopped when she met her brother-in-law's own hazy eyes while he stared at her from his seat, which was unfortunately, right next to hers.

"I had a dream I was fucking you in that restroom right behind us," Jonas admitted bluntly in a whisper, making her extremely uncomfortable sitting next to her sleeping husband, while his brother blatantly ignored the boundaries between them. It'd been almost a whole 12 hours since the last time she'd had any kind of sex and she couldn't figure out why her brother-in-law felt the need to add to her foul mood.

"I'm practically your sister, you horny nut," Santana replied as she straightened into her chair quietly, so she wouldn't wake Daniel.

"I can still see the same look in your eyes you had that night I showed up at your door, Santana."

"And what look is that?"

"The look that let me know you wished my brother was more like me," Jonas answered as he re-adjusted himself underneath his blanket, trying to tame the bulge he himself had woken up with. She'd be lying if she said the sex appeal didn't run in their family. Jonas' was more potent than his brother's and he was hardly shying away from his asset, but there was one thing Daniel had that Jonas didn't.

Her unconditional love.

"I thought about what it would be like, you know. Having that thick cock inside me, fucking me until I screamed," Santana described crudely, using her sexiest and sultriest tone of voice, but with a serious face, so he'd believe in the lie. His lips parted as he grew closer to her face, and his tongue darted out to lick his lips like a hungry dog waiting for a bone.

"Yeah? Bet it felt good," he said, as he started to rub himself underneath the blanket.

"Oh yes. And the best part is....Daniel didn't stop there. Right, baby?" Santana said with a grin as her husband started to laugh beside her. Jonas looked completely furious and appalled at her fable as his brother straightened in his seat, miraculously waking up from his seemingly deep slumber and leaned in to kiss her cheek, while holding her hand.

"If I recall correctly, you were so sore, you couldn't walk the next morning," Daniel added with a smug grin, making her chuckle as her brother-in-law mumbled underneath his breath and lifted himself up and out of his seat, storming towards one of the other bathrooms.

"We got him," Santana mentioned as she leaned in to kiss her husband, and he deepened it while reaching underneath her blanket to toy with the wet panties underneath her dress.

"Lets really piss him off and go into that bathroom," Daniel suggested, mischief combining with raw desire in his eyes as he stared at her while he flicked at her clit with his finger.

"I'm down," Santana agreed and they both kept their giggles to a minimum as they made sure no one was paying mind to their actions and headed towards the unoccupied bathroom behind their reserved seats.

As soon as they secured the door, Daniel pulled down her panties and she began to tug down his pants. He hoisted her butt up against the door as he wrapped her legs around his waist and positioned his stiff erection right up against her moistened opening.

"Let's make him hear it," Santana whispered into his ear, grinning as she bit her husband's earlobe and soothed the pain with her tongue. He groaned against her neck as he kissed it and gripped her hips before he drove straight into her. There was nothing slow or tender about their movements. He was ruthless in his thrusts, hitting her g-spot without mercy while she rolled her hips, allowing him to feel how wet he made her, and how much she wanted to fuck him into oblivion, and beyond. Their breathing grew with heavy pants as he pounded into her wetness, and she felt her walls close in on his swelling shaft, pulling him in deeper than she normally could.

"I love you, I love you, I love you, oh FUCK, I love you so much," Santana shouted into the confined space they were having their tryst in, not caring if anyone had heard them as she felt the ripple effects of a mind-blowing orgasm rock through her convulsing body.

"I'm not done with you just yet, Mrs. Martinez," her husband, the smart-ass informed her, as he pulled out of her and kissed his way down to her sensitive clit, which he took into his mouth to suck and lick at until she came again with just as much intensity.

"You're going to make me pass out with that tongue of yours," Santana said in between moans and the biting of her lower lip as he made his way back up to meet her eyes.

"Told you I was going to make up for my wrong-doings. But if you want me to stop..." he teased, with a grin on his handsome face as he used the tip of his cock to toy with her throbbing nub, slowly dipping back inside of her river of come.

"Let's give them a reason to kick us off the plane," she replied with a sheepish smile as he drove into her with eagerness, his own climax consuming him when he finally exploded inside of her. He kept himself inside of her slippery folds as he kissed her with as much greed as his cock just finished fucking her with.

"To Loner's Retreat," Daniel claimed, repeating the toast her friend Lucia had started back at their sacred place, where they finally reunited and become the whole they were meant to be, as he pulled away from her lips temporarily to smile at her.

"To Loner's Retreat."