Every Memory Repeats

Chapter 14

"Doc, Doc, baby," John groaned into her skin, while driving into her. His grip on her hips was so tight, he knew he would leave bruises, and yet, he couldn't be soft. He couldn't be gentle.

Marlena didn't want gentle, she wanted that moment to be a culmination of every emotion she had felt since their return from Mexico. Leaning forward, right on the edge of her climax, she bit John's lip, drawing blood, and she scraped her nails along his shoulders, grinding herself down onto him one last time. John threw his head back, and roared into the storm as he exploded within her.

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John carried Marlena back to the cabin with her legs wrapped around his waist, and her arms tightly folded around his neck. Her hot breath was on his skin, and her lips kissed along his jaw. All of it had him wanting to make love to her again. Marlena's hips rolled over him, causing his length to harden in the confines of his jeans, and John groaned low in his chest, a deep rumble, that made her smile against his skin. He was barely able to stumble onto the porch, and in the door of the cabin, before he had her in front of the bed, stripping the sopping fabric of her nightgown away from her skin.

Her hands made quick work, pushing his shirt off of his shoulders. Completely disregarded, it fell to the floor behind him. Marlena panted, against his lips, "I need you again..."

Her skin was ice cold, and John whispered, "You're freezing. I should start a fire—"

"No. No," she said breathlessly, standing up on her toes to kiss him desperately. "Please, John..."

His cock was so hard, he thought he might cry out from the agony. Jerking the blankets back roughly, John could barely think straight, as he said, "Get in the bed, Doc." His jeans were soaked, sticking to his skin, and making them difficult to remove, but when he slid in beside her, and their naked bodies slid alongside each other, they both sighed in relief. John couldn't wait. Even though they had just made love less than an hour ago, John hastily pulled her leg up over his hip, and slid into her heat in one smooth motion.

"Fuck, baby," he whispered, rocking his hips, while his hands cupped her ass, and held her close. "You're so tight...and the heat..."

"John!" she cried, clinging to him. "Oh, G-d! John." She felt as if she was soaring. Her nails scratched over the skin of his back, and she felt her inner walls begin to constrict and flutter along his length.

"Fuck!" he cried, slamming into her harder and deeper. "Doc! Oh, G-d!"

Marlena's mouth licked, and bit at his neck in a quiet desperation, and she knew she was digging her fingers into the flesh of his shoulders, but she couldn't seem to stop. And when her orgasm finally hit her, she screamed into the silence of the room.

Her body clenched, and rolled across his cock as her climax took over, and John roared out, "Marlena!" before biting her shoulder, and slamming into her one last last time.

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Marlena's head was tucked into John's shoulder and her hand rested lightly on his chest. They hadn't spoken at all, until John said, "It's getting cold, Doc. I need to start a fire."

"Okay," she whispered, rolling away, as if she might get up.

John pulled her back into his arms quickly, and said, "Stay in bed...I'll be back." He rubbed his nose alongside hers and kissed her softly.

"There's a robe in closet," she said, watching him get out of bed in the hazy light. His body was a sight to behold, and if it weren't so cold in the cabin, she might have followed him, just to run her fingertips down his back. She could see the scratches she'd left on him, and a small smile played on her lips.

It didn't take long for John to get a fire roaring, and Marlena's eyes followed his every move. When he slid back into bed beside her, the first thing she did was slide her leg over his thigh, and roll her hips into him with a sigh.

"Doc," he moaned, feeling himself start to grow hard again.

"When I opened my eyes on the beach," she whispered. "I almost didn't believe you were there."

"You were a fucking vision, Doc...screaming into the storm. Every time lightning flashed in the sky, it lit up your body...I've never been in such awe," he whispered.

"I've never needed anyone more, and you just appeared," she told him, stroking her fingers lightly over his jaw. "I just opened my eyes, and you were there."

"I saw Caroline tonight," he said. "She—she said you needed me."

"She told you?"

"She did. Why didn't you call me, Doc?"

Marlena had avoided asking him why he was there, until now, "Why are you here tonight John?"

"Because when my world is falling apart...there's only one person I want to be with with. One person who grounds me. One person who can make me see the light at the end of the tunnel, and that's you."

"I came out here a few days ago, feeling the same way. I was so empty, so lost. Just wanting you with me so badly, wanting to hear your voice, and feel your arms around me," she said softly. "I wouldn't let myself reach out to you, because you weren't mine. Not anymore."

John kissed her softly, "I think we proved tonight...that's not true."

"Why was your world falling apart?"

"Isabella had the baby...and it's not mine. She slept with Marcus the night you came home."

Marlena immediately remembered that night, "She left her engagement ring..."

"When I lost Sami, Eric, and Carrie, it gutted me. I hadn't realized how much hope I had pinned on this child, and he's not even mine."

Marlena knew why Isabella would keep that from him. She'd been desperate to hold onto John in Mexico, and playing the baby card, had been a surefire way to get him to chose her. Thinking he'd lost everything, while she dangled the hope of family, and connection, in front of him. Marlena hadn't held Isabella in high regard anyway, but this was devious. Marlena was almost certain that John hadn't even had time to process the details yet, but when he did, it would devastate him. Reaching for his face she said, "I'm sorry."

"All I could think, was to find you...I had to get to you," he whispered, burying his face in her neck, and breathing in her earthy scent.

Marlena kissed him softly, "I was on that beach, screaming into a raging storm...and all I wanted was you."

John bit at her skin, feeling the soft curves of her body, and he felt himself grow harder and lengthen against her. "G-d, woman," he groaned, pushing his hips into her. "I can't get enough of you. I've never been able to get enough of you."

"I love you," she whispered.

"I have never loved anyone the way I love you," he said, sliding his hand up her leg, pulling her close. Nuzzling his face into her hair, he whispers, "I will never love anyone the way I love you."