CHAPTER 2
 

As they waited in the airport for Jonathan's plane to begin boarding, Deb took a walk to allow the brothers some private time, and to sort through what had happened over the last 24 hours.  She was looking forward to having her coffee date with Justin, but more importantly, she wanted to explore the erotic vibes she was picking up from him.  She assumed that if she knew why he was staying here, she'd feel more comfortable dealing with this attraction she knew they both felt.

Suddenly, she felt someone grab her around the waist from behind, and she turned around to find a smiling Jonathan looking up at her.  "Bye Miss Deb!" he said cheerily, then whispered, "Remember our deal!"

Deb crouched down and hugged him back, whispering, "You got it, buddy. It was nice to meet you.  Your brother is lucky to have someone like you who loves him so much."

Deb waved at Jonathan as he walked away.  As he reached Justin, he turned around again and blew her a kiss.  Deb blew one back at him, but Justin quickly reached a hand in front of Jonathan and pretended to "catch" the kiss, grinning at her and briefly meeting her eyes before he was pulled away by his little brother.  Deb's brain was doing wild flips as her mouth dropped open and she watched the boys walk toward the gate.

She sat down in the lounge while she waited for Justin to return.  After the plane had taken off, Justin flopped into the chair beside her with a dramatic sigh.  He looked at her and said, "I hate saying goodbye to him.  Everytime I see him, he's changed, and I feel like I'm missing the important stuff."

Deb nodded and stood up.  "I guess that's the price you have to pay, huh?" she said sadly.

As they made their way back to the car, Justin walked with his hands in his pockets of his hooded sweatshirt alongside Deb without saying anything.  Feeling a little uncomfortable, and not really knowing what was wrong with him, Deb finally broke the silence in the car.  "You can just let me off at my house, if you'd like.  Or I can just walk home from your place, whatever is easiest."

Justin nodded, still saying nothing, seeming very far away.  Deb felt like she'd over-stayed her welcome, and as they pulled into Justin's carport, a few minutes later, she just wanted to make as hasty an exit as possible.  As they got out of the car, however, she noticed Justin's sad expression, and quickly changed her mind about wanting to leave him.

As they made their way toward the house, Justin grinned at her and said, "You look really cute in my shirt.  Are you still cold?"

Deb shook her head.  "No, not really, but I AM keeping this shirt though," she said, half serious and crossed her arms in front of her.

His eyes, dark with unspoken emotions, roamed over her face.  "Stay for awhile, ok?" he said softly.

She didn't have to be asked twice.  She nodded, stood up on her toes and hugged him tightly.  "I was hoping you'd ask," she replied.

Justin's arms slid around her and pulled her against his body tightly. His warm, moist breath on her neck made Deb's knees weaken and her own breath catch in her throat.  When she pulled away to look at him, his liquid blue gaze dropped to her mouth, then back up to her eyes, as he unconsciously bit on the inside of his lower lip, a trait of his that she had always found so damn sexy.  Those pouty lips of his were just begging to be kissed!

While Deb fought with herself about whether or not to kiss him, Justin stepped back and sighed.  "Jesus," he whispered, and then cleared his throat and ran a nervous hand through his windblown curls.  That same energy Deb had felt earlier than morning was snapping all around them in the air right then.  Justin was obviously feeling it too and turned to go in the house.  Deb was left in a daze standing in the carport while the door closed behind Justin.  Two seconds later, the door opened again and Justin came back out, grabbed her hand, and pulled her in behind him.

Once in the house, he stopped long enough to shuck off his sweatshirt and then pulled her out onto the porch.  "Justin, where are we going?" she said, bewildered.  "Slow down, your legs are longer than mine, frohead!"

He stopped and turned around, laughing out loud at her outburst.  Deb chuckled at his reaction and watched him practically fall on the sand in a fit of laughter.  When he finally got control of himself, he offered her his hand again.  She didn't know where he was going or why, but at that point, she knew she'd follow him anywhere so she took his hand again.  Justin resumed his trek toward the water, but at a slower pace.  As they reached the waters edge, Deb noticed it had started to rain.

The rain started coming down harder as she just stood there, watching him.  He seemed to be struggling to find the words he wanted to say.  He finally blurted it out as he tried to wipe the rain from his face and eyelashes.  "I'm here at the beach because I need some down time.  Britney and I broke up during the tour because she couldn't deal with the long separations anymore.  I need some time now to work through it because I didn't have time before.  The peace and quiet here is a stark contrast to my life.  I'm just taking some time to think.  I'm writing a little and grieving for a relationship that kept me sane for the last few years," he said, looking at her intensely, but with a weariness that seemed to overtake his whole body.

Deb felt for him and saw the pain in his eyes.  "I'm sorry it didn't work out," she said, noticing the rain starting to come down even harder.  A minute later, the sky just seemed to open up and dump buckets full of water on them, sending them both scrambling through the wet sand toward his house.

Once there, they kicked off their sand-covered shoes and took refuge under the covered section of the porch.  Deb was soaked clear through; as was Justin, with water trickling off the curls that were plastered to his head.  Deb smiled as she heard him begin to laugh as he shook the rain off himself.  This was the second day in a row that she'd been treated to seeing Justin Timberlake in wet, clingy clothes, and she sure wasn't going to complain about it.

As she ran her hands over her hair and face, she couldn't stop herself from watching him.  He'd never looked more desirable, as he peeled the soaking wet t-shirt off, revealing a white wifebeater which clung wetly to the hard muscles of his chest, stomach and shoulders.  Before she really realized what she was doing, she found herself standing close to him, dripping wet herself, letting her fingers stroke his body through the wet material.

Justin stopped laughing, but still grinned at her, allowing her to explore him, watching her lips part with desire.  He leaned in slowly and lightly touched his lips to hers.  Deb's arms instantly went around his waist to pull his body closer, and he kissed her again, this time, a little harder, teasing her lips open with his tongue.  He slid his arms around her shoulders as he began to kiss her hungrily.  The mind-blowing embrace had her clinging to him and his wet shirt for support.  They let themselves be swept up in the heat of the moment, but at last, Deb pulled her lips away from his.  Justin nibbled a trail from her earlobe to her collarbone and whispered against her wet skin, "Oh God, Baby...."

Deb tangled her fingers in his wet curls as his mouth found hers again.  She continued to stroke and touch his hair and face, mostly because she wanted to make sure this wasn't a dream.  He devoured her lips again as she felt herself becoming lightheaded.  "Justin..." she managed to gasp as Justin's hands slid up under the t-shirt he'd given her earlier that morning.  He pulled it up over her head to reveal her wet, white tank top, clinging to her breasts.  She watch him as he licked his lips, his eyes taking in the sight of her dark nipples through the thin, wet material.  He lowered his mouth to her again, teasing her tongue with his and then leaving her gasping for more when he broke the kiss to whisper, "Stay with me tonight."

Words she never thought she'd hear from Justin Timberlake exploded through her mind and awakened her fantasies.  He was still kissing her with persistence and dragging his lips down her neck, his breath as labored as hers.  Deb slowly slid her hands up his arms, and over his shoulders, bringing them to rest on his chest.  Deb attempted to push herself away from him, but it was useless.

He wasn't even allowing her to think.  He just grunted against her throat and crushed her into another hot, wet kiss.  Even though Justin had always been the man of her fantasies, things seemed to be progressing just a little too quickly.  She felt overwhelmed, but she returned his kisses and then, stepped away from him, covering her shivering body with her arms.

"I need to go home," she heard herself say as she found Justin's shirt, pulling it over her head again.  Even if it was wet, it covered her.  She put on her sandy shoes and headed out to the beach where the rain had slowed to a sprinkle.  Justin, of course, was right on her heels, trying to get over the fact that a woman had rejected him.  This just didn't happen every day!

"Whoa, whoa, wait a second.  Deb!" he said as he stepped in front of her, blocking her path.

She shoved her drying hair out of her eyes and dared to look into his. 'GOD!'...He was giving her that pouty look again and looking all hurt and confused.  She put her hands out toward him and said, "Whoa, whoa yourself.  I just need to have some time to think.  I could easily do this but then I'd feel, well, easy and used.  Justin, you're on the rebound and I don't know if I want to be that.  Wait, if you were anyone but you, I'd definitely NOT want to be that."

She realized she wasn't making much sense, so she slipped around him and continued walking toward home.  She just wanted to take a hot bath and put on some dry clothes.  Justin watched her walk away, kicking himself for getting carried away.

'Way to go, Timberlake!' he thought.  'You finally meet someone normal and decent and you just attack her!  Nice move!'

As he slowly walked back into his house, he vowed that if he ever got the chance to see her again, he'd be more in control and not act like some fourteen year old.

* * * * * * *

The next day, Deb took her walk in the other direction, not wanting to have to face Justin.  She thought about her promise to Jonathan and wondered just what he had in mind when he asked her to take care of his older brother.  Knowing a seven year old's mind, he probably just wanted her to play Nintendo with Justin or something.  Grownup games were a little more complicated, unfortunately.

She busied herself around the house all day, taking moments here and there to let her mind wander back to yesterday and the feel of Justin in her arms.  She cleaned and did laundry and went to get groceries, trying to clear her mind of these thoughts.  After making some homemade chicken noodle soup, she left it to slowly simmer on the stove and she curled up in the big lounge chair on the deck, with the new John Grisham novel she'd just gotten.  She was caught up in the story when she heard a sharp whistle from the beach below.  She leaned over the railing and saw Justin, standing down on the sand, squinting up at her, with wisps of curls fluttering in the sea breeze.

"Hey, Justin," she said, hesitantly.

"Will you let me in your house, Deb?" he said, with a teasing tone.

Deb smiled and nodded.  As he climbed up the stairs to the deck, he was smiling at her.  She noticed he was hiding something in his hands behind his back.  He'd dressed in faded blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt, a look that Deb openly admired.  "Come in the house," she said as he walked past her through the sliding glass doors.  She could smell his cologne as he passed by her, and it immediately heightened all her senses.

When she turned around to go in, he was holding a bouquet of white daisies out toward her.  She figured he'd probably picked them from the neighbor's garden.  "Here, I got these for you.  I want to apologize for jumping your bones yesterday.  I hope I didn't scared you off," he said as he held them out to her.

Deb accepted them and turned to look for a vase, saying, "Thanks, but you really shouldn't have."

She glanced over at him, noticing that he wasn't wearing any shoes and thinking to herself how sexy he looked barefoot in jeans.  She loved barefoot men in jeans...offering her flowers.  Her heart was melting again and she felt powerless to stop it.

Justin watched her put the flowers in the vase.  She filled the vase with water, set them on the counter and turned to him.  Looking at him seriously, hoping he wasn't too deterred, she said, "I'm sorry for freaking out last night.  It's just not every day that I meet someone on the beach who wants me to spend the night."

"I'm sorry for coming on so strong," Justin said, adding, slowly, "But I still want you to spend the night."

"Jonathan told me you were lonely, but he didn't tell me this part!" she said, chuckling, as she walked out to the deck again, with Justin following close behind.

Once outside, Deb turned around to find Justin standing right behind her, his eyes openly roaming all over her.  She knew she wasn't a raving beauty but she was attractive and confident about her looks.   However, she never considered that she'd have a chance with the likes of Justin Timberlake.  His eyes on her made the clothes on her body feel constrictive and she tugged at the neck of the blouse she was wearing.  As she did so, he leaned in and softly brushed his lips against the skin she revealed.  He lingered there, waiting for her to push him away, but it didn't happen.

Instead, her arms went around his neck as she drew him to her and she ran her fingers through his curls, soft as silk to her touch.  He didn't move away, so she picked at the wayward twirls, brushing them back from his forehead.  As she felt his arms slide around her waist, she watched his eyes close beneath her touch, and she kissed him, with her hand threaded through the curls at the base of his neck.

He moaned softly as he parted his lips and allowed her to take control. She did so eagerly, pressing herself against him.  She could feel his hips, those sexy, thrusting hips she'd admired for so long, pushing back against her as his hands roamed her body.  Justin's deep kisses set every nerve in her body on fire and she moaned as his lips languidly caressed her and left a path of fire on her skin.

She tore herself away from him and taking a few steps back, pulled him into the privacy of the house.  She let him back her up against the sofa, and then fell on the soft cushions, bringing him with her.  Justin landed hard on top of her and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, meeting his passionate, wet kisses with fire of her own.  He moaned into her mouth and panted against her as she rubbed her leg against his crotch, noticing he was already hard.

Justin began to unbutton her blouse, kissing each revealed piece of skin as she marveled in the feel of his curls running through her fingers.  She heard him mumble, "Nice..." as his lips closed over one of her nipples, licking and sucking it to attention and then repeating his torture on the other.  All Deb could feel were jolts of pleasure shooting through her body.  She clutched at the bottom of his shirt and peeled it slowly over his head, hearing him moan when he had to detach his lips from her body.  She loved the muscles in his chest and arms and rolling him over, she began to kiss and lick her way down his body, clutching the waist of his jeans in her hands as she did.  He gasped at her controlling him, and then he smiled at her again.  She continued to tease him, planting small kisses down his hard stomach and licking his belly button, while her finger traced the trail of soft light hair which disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans.

Both naked from the waist up, Justin stood up, and scooped her up in his arms.  He walked down the hall looking for her bedroom.  He tried one room, finding a storage area, causing Deb to laugh against his neck as she continued to kiss him.  After trying another door, which led to the bathroom, he at last found the master bedroom, and tossed Deb on the bed in mock disgust.  "You could have helped," he pouted at her with that lopsided grin that made her want him even more.  "Yeah, but that wouldn't have been as much fun," she whispered as she beckoned him to join her.

"Fun?  You want fun?" he said as she nodded, grabbing him by the front waist of his jeans again and pulling him on to the bed, where he nestled between her thighs and began to tease her with kisses down to her belly button.  He made eye contact with her, the look in his eyes one of devilish intent.  Justin slid her shorts and panties off in one motion and before she could prepare, he spread her legs wider and began kissing and licking the inside of her thighs and caressing her softly with his hands.  The kisses were slow and teasing, wet and hot, making her ache for more and dripping with anticipation.  She felt his warm breath on her as he kissed his way to her most private area and licked her open, moaning as he did.

Deb felt as if the air was being sucked from her lungs as Justin began teasing her and lapping at her like a kitten to milk.  He was gripping her tight around one of her thighs due to the bucking and squirming she was doing as he continued to ravish her senseless.  Weakly, she tangled her fingers in his curls and moaned louder each time he brought his eyes up to smoulder into hers.  He grinned with satisfaction each time and then plunged in for more.  Feeling at his complete mercy, she gave in to every flick of his tongue and every hot breath he teased her with.  She floated into ecstacy again and again, each time clutching his hair and screaming for more.  She knew she would laugh at herself later for losing control like this, but she, again, was powerless to stop.

His insistent lips left her for a few moments as he shucked off his jeans and then leaned over her, planting kisses all the way up to her lips.  He kissed her wetly as he slid into her, slowly filling her with his throbbing cock, groaning as he did.  He licked and sucked on her earlobe as he began to pump into her slowly, letting her get use to his size.  The grind of his hips against her made Deb hold him tighter to her.  She could feel his thrusts becoming harder.  Breathless, she found his lips again, already red and swollen from her hot kisses, and tangled her tongue with his, knowing she would swallow him alive if she could.  He wrestled his lips away, breathing hard and continued his pumping, lingering his now stormy eyes on her face.

"Fuck me, baby..." he moaned, his words muffled against her mouth as she reacted to the words.  Deb couldn't believe it was Justin Timberlake gasping those words, and it sent her over the edge into a screaming orgasm, shaking both of them as it made it's way up her entire body.  Justin's thrusting became more constant and hard, and she threw her head back from the sheer pleasure of having him inside her, but he swallowed most of her moans with his deep, passionate kisses.

She opened her eyes to revel in the site of him above her, his cheeks flushed, his eyes, dark with desire, the powerful muscles in his arms standing out like cords as he thrust into her, and a hint of a smile curving his lips.  Deb's hands found his firm ass and as she breathed, "Deeper...Justin...oh God...," she clutched at him, feeling how powerful he was.  He was just as she'd dreamed he would be.

The seductive rhythm of Justin's hips gave way to something a little more animalistic.  Deb's hips rose against his, and seemed to pull him in deeper, emptying his mind of any thought other than pounding into her until they both exploded.  Deb couldn't take any more and came again, the ecstasy of it shaking her whole body, bringing Justin to orgasm with her.  One last hard thrust and Justin was gone, moaning loudly and unloading deep inside her.  He covered her panting mouth with his own, lazily kissing her with a mixture of satisfaction and exhaustion.

When he found the energy, he withdrew, and snuggled up against her; his warm breath bathing her throat.  He wrapped his arms around her and fell asleep as Deb basked in the afterglow and relished the sensations still pulsing through her body.

They slept for several hours, entwined together, before Deb eased out of Justin's arms and slipped on a pair of sweats and a tank top.  She checked on her soup, which was still simmering.  She was hungry and knew that Justin would be equally ravenous when he awoke.  She quickly made a salad and some iced tea and then wandered into the bathroom to see what a fright her hair had become.  She couldn't help but grin at herself as she brushed her tousled locks up into a ponytail.

Justin appeared in the doorway, half dressed, squinting against the light, and watched her for a moment before reaching out to touch her face with his fingers.  His hair was even more of a fright than hers, but his scruffy look was even harder to resist, and she wrapped her arms around him, kissing his sleepy lips awake with zeal.  Between kisses, she heard him say, "Hey, do you have any food?"

She nodded.  "I think I can manage some food," she replied and pulled herself away, regretfully.  She headed toward the kitchen with him following.  He slid the shirt he was carrying over his head as they arrived at the table, which was set already.  They ate and laughed and watched the rain pouring down for the rest of the evening before retiring to Deb's bedroom again.  They shared their bodies with each other, making love until they fell asleep in the wee hours of the morning, exhausted.

* * * * * * *

The sun rose a few hours later, and Deb rolled out of bed to get ready for work.  Justin was still out like a light as she sat beside him on the bed, watching him breathe, her own breath taken away as she considered that she'd actually spent the night in his arms.  It made her ache inside, just looking at this beautiful man, asleep in her bed; a man she had dreamt of for so many nights, and she lightly touched his hair and his face, before kissing his sweet lips.

Surprisingly, his lips responded and his mouth opened to run the tip of his tongue across her lips.  As he did this, she found herself imprisoned in his arms again and lost in his lazy, sweeter-than-honey kisses.  She suddenly remembered that she was supposed to be on her way out the door.  She berated herself silently for being too responsible to just call in sick and roll around in bed with Justin all day.  He must have read her mind because at that moment, he whispered breathlessly in her ear, "I wanna fuck you all day.  Please don't leave, baby."

Deb moaned loudly, mostly from frustration, as she remembered how easy and how good it had felt to lose herself in this man, but she summoned her strength and said, "I have to go."  Pulling herself away from him, she turned before walking out the door and spoke softly, "You can stay for the rest of my life, if you'd like."

Justin looked at her with a twinkle in his eyes, "I'm not leaving this bed.  Ever."  Then he climbed out of her bed, in all his naked glory, and hugged her to him, "Well, maybe just to do this," he added.

* * * * * * *

As Deb arrived at work, she couldn't help but giggle as she went through her duties with a huge smile plastered on her face.  The other girls commented on her strange behaviour and glowing cheeks, but she just grinned, keeping her little secret tucked safely away, hoping her little secret was waiting at home in bed for her when she was done working.  She helped set up the store for the book signing and waited on a few customers who need assistance.  She was reorganizing some things in the back room, when her boss tapped her on her shoulder.  "Do you want to meet the author?" he asked her, smiling strangely.

As she came out of the storeroom, she came face to face with the deepest blue eyes she'd ever seen....the same blue eyes that had driven her mad with desire the night before.  A sexy smile curled his lips as Justin said, "Nice to meet you...Deb, right?" and he shook her hand.

Deb tried to hide her surprise as best she could, but her mouth dried up and she stammered, "Um, hi.  It's so nice to meet you, Mr. Timberlake.  I didn't know that you are an author."

Justin just looked at her for a few moments, lingering his gaze erotically on her lips and then moving downward.  Then he grinned, locked his eyes on hers hotly and leaned in close, whispering, "Oh, I have a lot of talents that you don't know about...yet!"