Loner's Retreat: Santana & Jonas, Part 2

JONAS

Jonas Martinez had finished his afternoon workout to arrive to an empty room. Santana wasn't there. Nor did he see her anywhere in the main living area on his way there.

Where did that little demon disappear to?

He worried for a moment, but found the note she left on his side of the bed, letting him know she'd be by the beach, collecting more seashells. She'd been making handmade seashell jewelry since they arrived at Loner's Retreat and he had to admit, he was impressed at the profits she was making online. And he also couldn't deny how he was drowning with regret. It burned a hole in his chest every time he looked at the love of his life, and thought of coming clean but he chickened out several times, overthinking the outcome it would bring if he told her the truth. Would losing her be worth ridding himself of his pounding guilty conscious? No. He couldn't lose her. He refused to. Not when he finally found her.

After a quick shower, Jonas got dressed in his usual buttoned up shirt, with the sleeves pulled up and his shorts, paired with some beach sandals. The heat had simmered down a bit since this morning but he didn't doubt it would back with a beaming wrath tomorrow.

He waved a quick hello to his housemates on his way to the bar, where he'd been spending more time at as of late, and joined Cassian Romano as he poured him some whiskey and handed it over to him.

"You look like you have a lot on your mind," Cassian mentioned as he took a sip from his own drink and settled back into his bar stool.

"Don't we all?" Jonas tried to joke, and Cassian smirked at his snarky comment.

"What's it like? Being married, I mean," Cass asked with genuine curiosity. If Jonas could sum it all up, he'd have to say, difficult. At least, it was on his part. He should've told his wife everything she needed to know before she married him, but it was too late now. What good would it do other than let him sleep at night?

"It's challenging, especially for those of us who decided to get married quickly," Jonas answered honestly. It wasn't that he didn't love the woman he married after two years of dating. Santana was and would always be his world, but the fear of her finding out his secrets would keep him from giving himself completely to her, which was all she really wanted. Santana had made that perfectly clear the entire three weeks they'd been at the retreat. He wanted nothing more than to enjoy her body, do things to her he'd been dreaming of doing since he found her again. But again, his fears would never let him.

"Interesting. You two make challenging look easy," Cass replied with a grin and Jonas chuckled. He'd heard from the other housemates how they enjoyed having him and Santana around, how their love was something they'd like to obtain and hoped to find one day. From the looks of it, Cassian Romano's heart had been stolen by none other than the owner of this beautiful paradise, Lucia Johnson. Jonas could tell from the sparks of light that seemed to go off every time he set his eyes on her. But he had a feeling Cass had his own demons to take care of before he decided to take the risk of trying to make any romantic progress with Lucia.

"Trust me, it's harder than it looks. Good luck by the way. Santana and I will be waiting for that wedding invitation in the mail by next fall," Jonas teased and Cass' cheeks turned red at his words, confirming what he already suspected.

When Cass excused himself to answer a phone call, Jonas finished his drink and used the liquid courage to head out onto the beach to find his persistent wife. Jonas found Santana by the fire pit, sitting on the sand as she organized her seashells on top of her scarf.

"What'd you find?" he asked her as he lowered himself onto the hot sand and sat beside her. Her eyebrows furrowed as she concentrated but she still managed to send him a quick smile.

"Al ot of crazy stuff. Look at this one," Santana responded with excitement filling her voice as she handed him the Wentletrap seashell. It was a very rare seashell around this area, according to Santana. But she looked ecstatic as he held it in his palm and admired the intricate patterns of the pure white shell.

"It's beautiful. Where'd you find it?"

"I found them washed up near the boulders. But they're too pretty to sell." Santana answered as he handed the shell back to her and she placed it gently back onto the scarf, as if she were holding a delicate and expensive piece of jewelry. He took the chance to admire her naturally pretty face. She barely wore any make up, since she was allergic to most of the ingredients they used, but she didn't need any. Santana's beauty was deeper than her aesthetics. It was her resilience and generosity that gave him hope when there was none to spare. He would always owe her for saving him.

"You're staring at me again," Santana said, with a slight blush on her sun-kissed cheeks. He held his breath when her eyes met his briefly, noticing there was a sadness hidden behind those pools of dark grey charcoal. He hated he was the reason for it being there to begin with.

"No puedo contenerme. You have no idea how long I've waited for you." Jonas let his Spanish accent slip but it didn't worry him much. Santana spoke it often to her parents and translated for her Spanish-speaking clients when she needed to. She'd been working pro-bono at a law office in the Dallas, Texas area for a couple of months now. It took them a while to warm up to her but they finally realized she was an irreplaceable asset to them and offered her a full time position with decent pay when they returned from their honeymoon. It wouldn't be much but he knew it didn't matter to her. She never won a case in hopes of a big cash out. Helping people who've been savagely taken away from their families without proper legal council and knowledge of their rights was her mission in life and she was doing an excellent job at it. Jonas couldn't be prouder of the woman she turned out to be.

"Do you feel that?" Santana asked him as the ocean breeze blew at her curls lightly, and she smiled as she closed her eyes.

"What?" he replied, placing the stray strand of hair behind her ear. Santana grinned as she pulled him against her and they both fell onto the grainy sand, with him on top of her. His body was shielding hers from the blistering sun, as she squinted up at him and slipped her hands inside his shorts, causing him to almost choke on his own saliva. Jonas laughed as he buried his face into her neck while she stroked his cock. Jerking off on his alone time was nothing compared to how sensual Santana's touch was. It wasn't rushed, but slow enough to make him wish he'd have the guts to take her right here, right now, not giving a damn about anyone who could see them. Most of the beach owners around here had gone home to their families for the holidays, so the beach was deserted and left for the guests at Loner's Retreat to enjoy, much like his dick was enjoying all the pleasure Santana's hands were giving him.

"Where'd you learn to do that?" Jonas asked as his mouth grew dry and he swallowed hard, while she pumped his shaft and rubbed his tip with her thumb.

"Am I doing it right?" Santana countered and he nodded into her shoulders, unable to form words valid enough to express how good her hands on his stiff cock felt. "Jonas..." His wife's desperate whisper almost made him give in but he couldn't. Not in the way she wanted. Not until she knew the truth.

"Let's go back to our room," Jonas suggested, cursing underneath his breath as he placed himself back inside his briefs and stood up, holding out his hand for her to take.

As soon as they arrived back at their reserved room, and right after Santana placed her recent additions to her shell collection in a bag on top of their dresser, Jonas pulled her to him. While he rested his forehead on hers and devoured her lips, she unbuttoned his shirt and they made it all the way to the shower before pulling their lips apart. Once they were both rid of the sand on their bodies, Jonas used his hands to rub away any excess soap from her curvy naked body, which only made his need to be inside of her that much worse for him. His balls were painfully tight and his shaft was as hard as it had ever been, ready to thrust into the impatient woman in front of him.

"Jonas, please..." Santana's pleading words tugged at his heart as she lowered herself on her knees in front of him, her swollen mouth ready to take him in with his permission. He loosened his self-control long enough to nod and he immediately regretted it once he felt the warmth and wetness of her mouth over his cock. To picture what it must feel like to be inside of her instead, caused his hips to move faster as he slipped in and out of her mouth. The urgency of release consumed his body as Santana's hands continued to stroke his shaft while her tongue spent more time on his tip, slowly driving him over the edge. He held onto the back of her head as he felt himself swell with come before he spilled inside of her mouth, grunting while he felt the intense connection he felt towards her intensify.

"I did good?" Santana asked as she licked her lips and he helped her stand up.

"More than good. You're a natural, baby," Jonas complimented her and it seemed to erase some of the sadness in her eyes long enough for her to smile. He kissed that smile away until the water grew cold and they jumped out of the shower to dry their shivering bodies.

Jonas woke up from his nap to find his wife looking at an old picture, a tear streaming down her face before he reached to wipe it away. Santana quickly cleared her throat and sat up on the bed, placing the picture on her lap.

"You're awake," Santana claimed as she sniffled and he sat up beside her. Taking her hand, he lifted it up to kiss it and rubbed it gently to comfort her.

"Why were you crying?" Jonas asked her in worry, and when her eyes glanced back down to the photo in her hand, he took it from her to see what it was in it and his heart almost stopped out of shock.

"His name was Daniel. He was my best friend, my only friend, and they took him away from me," she answered, with a bit of anger in her tone as she wiped another tear away. He looked at the two young kids in the photo, captured playing in the dirt, smiling without a care in the world.

"You miss him?" he inquired, but he already knew the answer. The fact that she still held on to the photo after all these years was proof enough.

"I'm going to find him," Santana announced, with the same stubborn determination he fell in love with, as she stood up from the bed and dipped into her suitcase for her laptop. Jonas' pulse began to race as he tried to keep his cool.

"He could be anywhere, Santana. He could be dead," he reminded her bluntly, causing her to pause for a moment as she put on her computer glasses.

"Nice to know I have your full support," Santana commented sarcastically and Jonas sighed in frustration.

"That's not what I meant."

"Are you sure? Because it sounds like you don't want me to find him," she argued as she typed away on her keyboard.

"I just... don't want you getting your hopes up," Jonas claimed as he stood up and stood behind her, massaging her tense shoulders. She forgave him enough to let him continue his massage but he knew he wasn't off the hook for his reaction.

"I'm a big girl. I can handle it, Jonas."

Jonas knew that. He just wasn't sure if he could.