Miss Nobody Ch 44

Chapter 44

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Late Evening Day 24

Bishop didn't look happy as we left but it just made sense in my head. Jonny knew plants, he knew Magic. The division of labor felt fair to me. And now that I knew the truth behind Jonny and Maracella, I was looking forward to being alone with him before Jess tried to drain my blood.

Jonny parked inside his plant house, driving through an open garage door, and pulled me from his truck, leading me over to his bed against the half-brick, half-glass wall.

"Was the plant thing a trick?" I asked before he kissed me.

"They're here. Somewhere. We'll find them in the morning." He kissed me again, more demanding this time. "I need to feel you. To know you're okay."

His hands cupped my ass and pulled me closer to him.

I unbuttoned his shirt and slid my hands across the front of his body. I traced over the bruises. "Do you want me to heal you?"

He grabbed my chin and made me look at him. "You know it's not about that, right?"

I had never thought about it before but now that he brought it up, did I? He was always getting into fights. A healer in his pocket was useful. One that did it through sex, even better. I sighed and backed away from him. "I hope not," I whispered.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me into him. His low growl vibrated over my ear, leaving a trail of chills down my neck. He turned me around. "Leave it." His hard cock pressed against my ass as he pushed me to a large wooden table in the middle of the room. He pushed my tights down, over my ass, leaving my legs trapped together, and bent me over the table. He pushed himself inside me quickly.

I gasped at his roughness as he drove himself inside me.

His hand fisted in my hair pinning me to the table.

It almost felt like Jonny was trying to punish me, but I liked it, so I wasn't sure how much of a punishment it was.

He spanked my ass and dug his fingers into its soft globe.

I moaned loudly as I came around his cock. I could have cried from intense pleasure but I held back my tears.

Jonny moaned with each thrust behind me. "You're fucking perfect." His voice was low and I barely heard him over the rain pelting the glass roof.

I blushed but he couldn't see it.

His hand loosened its grip on my hair and moved to the edge of the table as he caught his breath.

The tears I held back almost fell when Jonny slid out of me. I sighed, my body boneless and satisfied. Perfect? I adjusted my clothing and walked over to the roses, smelling the fragrant blossoms to distract myself from Jonny's words. I was definitely not perfect but it warmed my insides to know Jonny thought so. "How are your plants doing?"

He watched me closely. His bottom lip trapped between his teeth. I peeked over the roses as he tossed his shirt and belt on the table. He walked to a bag of dirt lying next to a big potted plant. "Bueno." He flipped open a knife and cut open the bag. "Except for this one." He pushed a few buttons on his phone and music played over speakers hidden in the walls.

A woman's sultry voice sang. Something about needing a gangsta; only they could love her better.

He spread the dirt from the bag around the base of the plant. "This one doesn't like my music."

I wasn't sure when I had gotten so close to him. "Maybe it's the smell?" I pointed to the bag. "Not the music."

He laughed. "The bat guano helps them grow." He washed his hands in a nearby utility sink and added some kind of fertilizer to a watering can. "But with this one, this one doesn't seem to like anything I do."

The leaves drooped, dry, and withered.

"Who wants you dead?" I asked him, looking over the plant.

He laughed again, a gleam in his eye. "I'm sure there's a few."

"Martin?"

Maracella's screams sometimes echoed through my mental connection with Keiran. Her father had to be looking for her and her missing bodyguards. "We can't keep her in the basement forever," I said quietly, unsure what we were going to do with her.

His jaw tightened and a distant look glazed briefly across his eyes. He was quiet for a moment as he poured the liquid from the watering can. He stepped closer to me and lifted my chin gently with his finger. "I need you to focus on the...Magic part. I'll take care of everything else." He kissed me before I could say anything.

Was Jonny distracting me from questions with kisses?

Probably, and I didn't care.

***

The pink sunrise seeping through the windows surprised me as I rolled my hips over Jonny with his hard cock touching all the right places inside me. The night had passed with him between my thighs and I wasn't ready to face the real world yet.

Jonny flipped me underneath him and pushed himself inside me. "I haven't gotten enough of you." He was slow in and out.

"It's still early." I moaned and tugged his earlobe gently with my teeth.

The light of the sun shining through the windows brightened as it rose above the shade of the plants.

He laughed against my lips. "There will never be enough time." His slowness was torture and made me more desperate for him. His phone rang from his pants pocket somewhere on the floor.

I froze and worried he was going to tell me he had to leave.

"Ignore it. We're about to come," he said instead.

I shook my head. "That's not a good idea."

He smiled. "The book says to push the energy into something else. Something living."

I looked at him questioningly.

He looked around at all the greenery. "Try giving it to the plants."

"Will it hurt them?"

"Let's see what happens." He thrust into me, making me forget my train of thought. He leaned over me, my knee hooked in his elbow and he moaned in my ear. "You take my cock like such a good girl."

The depth of him inside me and his words made my orgasm spill over. Squeezing him tight, making him come with me, my body trembled and I trickled the energy into the plants, hoping it didn't kill them.

He kissed me on the forehead and moved his weight off of me, laying back on the bed. His breathing fast. His phone rang again. He groaned and got up to find his pants. He pulled his phone out of the pocket and laid down next to me again, his thumbs typing quickly.

I sat up and started scanning the room for my clothes. They were on the wooden table Jonny had bent me over last night. I attempted to get up.

Jonny grabbed me around the waist. "We have time for one more in the shower." He tossed his phone on the bed.

There wasn't a formal bathroom in the plant house but Jonny, or someone, had plumbed in a large bathtub with a shower head in a corner and the toilet in a small room to the side of it. Two sides of the tub were surrounded by glass, covered in overgrown ivy and thick unmanicured forest. Jonny had surrounded the tub with plants as a makeshift privacy wall.

He turned on the shower and pulled me in with him when the water warmed. He pulled me back against his body. His hardness quickly found my wet and deliciously swollen pussy. He entered me slowly from behind. His cock in and out. His fingers circled my clit. His other hand pinched and pulled my nipple and his teeth grazed my shoulder. "That's it Darlin'," his voice was raspy and low.

I screamed out my orgasm as Jonny filled my pussy. I pushed more of the energy into the surrounding plants.

His moans were quiet with each lazy thrust. His arms were tight around me. He was still hard inside me as our breathing slowed. "You hungry?" He squeezed my bruised ass and reached for the shampoo.

I could only nod, my body not cooperating with my mind.

"I should be exhausted but I could go another hundred rounds with you." He lathered it over my scalp and put me under the warm stream to rinse while he shampooed his short hair.

I put the conditioner in as he soaped my body and rubbed against me. Sharing the slippery soap.

We rinsed in silence with furtive glances, mostly on my part.

Jonny's eyes never wavered from me. He turned off the water when we were done and handed me a towel. He dried himself and walked naked to an armoire, his clothes, and a few dresses hung from the wooden rod. He handed me a dress with a kiss on the forehead. Smiling as he put on his pants.

"You just happen to have a stash of clothes for me in every room?"

Jonny laughed and kissed my forehead again. "The underwear belong to me but you can borrow them." He winked.

I opened the drawer to see some bras and neatly folded underwear. The small silver necklace of the Virgen De Guadalupe was on top of the lacy lingerie. I implored him to explain with my eyebrow high as I put on a lacy bra and matching bottoms. I never matched my undergarments before or had a bra that fit properly.

He walked over and put the necklace around my neck. (more about what Our Lady of Guadalupe means to his family, everyone has one. They protect us.) "The necklace belongs to you. You will keep it on you at all times." He looked at me sternly and I second-guessed telling him no. "I have a deal with the ladies at Papa's Vintage." He buttoned his black shirt. "If they find something you might like, they send it over."

"And what do they get out of this deal?" I put the cute dress over my head and buttoned up the front, covering the lacey lingerie.

"I pay them." He grinned and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

I laughed. "I guess that works." I slipped my hands around his neck and kissed him. "Thank you. For everything."

He shrugged. "Con gusto." He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me quickly. "You haven't noticed the flowers."

"What?" I pulled back and looked around. Dreading what I was going to see.

Giant flowers hung heavy on branches. Vines climbed up the walls and dangled from the pipes along the ceiling. The scent of roses was overpowering. The plant he was worried about was in full health. Its rare flower bloomed. All of the flowers and plants were robust, colorful, and fragrant.

Jonny pulled out his phone and took a few pictures of the lush rare flower. "How did you do this? The book says whatever you give the extra energy to would die." He plucked a white daisy from a pot and tucked it behind my ear.

"I think it's both of us." I looked at the plants in awe. "I've never experienced anything like this." I should have noticed the overpowering scent of the flowers. "Hopefully you're growing some licorice." I smiled at him, reminding him of the ingredients we needed.

He interlaced his fingers with mine and led me to some plants, outgrowing their pots and spilling over. "Chef was having me grow them before he died. Looks like they're ready now." He stood with another beautiful flower and handed it to me. "I wasn't going to say this yet but with everything that's been happening and everything we still need to do, I think now's a good time."

I prepared myself for the letdown of what he was going to say to me.