Chapter Two

Callie shook his hand, and then lifted her hands to her face. “God, what are we going to do?” This was bad, really bad.

Jon’s eyes narrowed as her sheet slid down her body without the anchor of her arms, the tips of her pink nipples coming into view. She had a rockin’ body as well, too bad he couldn’t remember doing much of anything with it.

Callie looked up when he didn’t answer her and scowled when she caught his eyes trailing down her body. She tugged the sheet up and tucked it firmly under her arms. “C’mon.... are you kidding me?”

Jon held his hands up, “Hey you’re gorgeous, can’t blame a guy for looking. Just wish I could remember last night,” he grinned wiggling his eyebrows.

She huffed, rolling her eyes. Hell she wished she could remember, worse wished she had some self control. Married, Seriously? She needed to get out of there and find someone that could fix this. And fast.

“Well I wish I could too – for different reasons, obviously. I need drive back into town and sort this out.” She stood from the bed and waited for him to stand, her clothes were still strewn on the floor leading a pathway from the door to the bed.

At the silent pause Jon looked up and snapped back into reality. “Oh right, you want some privacy?” he winked standing up and taking a step back.

Callie nodded and turned her head away as his full naked form stood in front of her, “and for the love of god put some clothes on.” She shielded her eyes as she waited. It had only occurred to her now, what with the drama of finding out they were married, that he was naked. Hairy... and naked.

Jon snorted, “alright alright. Not like you haven't seen it all before you know.” He reached for his jeans and shucked them on, sucking in his gut to tug the zip up. “It's safe now.”

Callie steadied herself and looked up. Well shit, she didn't know what was worse, him naked or him in those jeans, they were skin tight and showed off one amazing curved ass. “Thank you I just-” she was cut off by the shrill of the phone.

Jon held his hand up, “Just a sec Cal.”

“My name's not--” she mumbled but he'd already picked up the receiver.

“Hey Doc,” a pause, “yeah sorry I didn't know I'd be here either.” She watched as he stood with the phone tucked under his shoulder and his finger twisting through the cord.

“WHAT?” It made Callie meet his eyes, wide and stunned.

“Shit, hold on – OK we'll be right there.” He slammed the phone down and raked his hand through that excessive mop of hair.

“What's wrong?” She dared to ask. And why did he say “We”?

“That was my manager, we've got to go. The press found out about the marriage. It's all over the radio stations.”

Her eyes widened as now it was her turn to stand stunned, “they what?” she whispered. Oh crap, the one thing she didn't want was her family to learn this the hard way. “How the hell do they know? We didn't send out a fucking press release!” she snapped twisting the sheet tight in her hand.

“I know, I know – we must have... I don’t know... told some people I guess. We were both pretty drunk right? Shit. Doc did not sound impressed either.” Jon grabbed the leopard print shirt off the floor and shrugged into it.

“We both have to go?” she whispered.

“Yeah he wants to see both of us, sorry... worst thing is we've got a radio interview in a few hours so we need to get a story together.” Doc not impressed was an understatement. He was furious. Everything like this had to go through Doc – it was an unspoken rule. Jon knew he was in trouble but also he knew he had to protect Callie as well. The press were ruthless. In his short time in the limelight he knew it already.

“Shit.” She muttered as she collected her clothing and waited for him to disappear into the bathroom before redressing.

Jon finished a quick clean up and stood folding his arms and leaning against the door frame not being able to help stop the grin across his mouth. His suspicions about what had been concealed beneath that sheet had been confirmed – she was gorgeous. Her curvy shoulders melted into her slim waist, and more freckles scattered along tanned skin. He licked his lips as she adjusted the black lacy bra, his tongue already itching to taste those pretty pink nipples that strained against the see through material. Fuck not remembering last night. He'd bet she was good in bed too – even with her no nonsense attitude.

She shrugged into a bright red shirt and knotted it loosely at the front before she caught him standing there. Had he been watching her? “What are you looking at? Wait no, don’t answer that. Just get me out of here,” she snapped, scooping up her bag and jacket and waiting for him.

He waggled his brows pushing himself off the door frame. “Alright, come on then wife let’s go and see Doc – he’s gonna kill me but least with you there he might have some manners before throwing me to the lions.”

“Don’t call me that,” She clicked her jaw. She was not ready to be anyone’s wife..let alone someone like him. They needed to get this sorted out and fast.

He snorted, he already liked her. She was a ball breaker but he bet she had a soft side that she only showed to people she trusted. Even now he knew he wanted to see that side. “Alright Callie let’s go.”

They took the lift down to the lobby and he ordered a cab to take them across town to Doc’s place. The minute the lift door’s pinged to the lobby a sea of female faces greeted them, lunging forward. Callie had no time to think let alone breath as one of the girls grabbed her hand that still had the wedding band on it.

“Oh my god it’s true you did get married!” the gaggle of girls started to shriek in disbelief, and Callie flinched as it pierced the sound tolerance of her ears.

“Hey now ladies, just calm down. Plenty of Jonny to go around.” Well fuck, what else did he say? He had no idea that there would be people here waiting for them.

Callie rolled her eyes – her husband was just charming wasn’t he? Married and promising there was more to go around. Don’t be jealous, that’s just ridiculous. You don’t even know him. But Jesus Christ they did all want a piece of him.

“But Jonnnnnnnnnyyyyy you were supposed to marry me! You promised? Remember the show last week?” the busty blond maneuvered her way to the front of the gaggle and just about knocked Callie out with her fake over-sized boobs.

Jon plastered a fake grin, one he was learning to use a lot and took Callie’s hand. He needed to get her out of there before these woman ate her alive. “It will all work out – now if you excuse me ladies I need to get – my wife home.” He clasped her hand tighter as they fell into step across the lobby.

“She’s not even interested in you Jonny, she’s trying to get away from you!”

Callie stopped dead in her tracks, tempted to turn around and clock the bitch but instead she looked up and grabbed a handful of that hair and dragged him to her lips in a kiss for all to see. She had no fucking idea what she was doing, and she was probably crazy for even encouraging him.

His lips were soft, wet and inviting as she was enveloped into his heat. This was not right, why did she do this again? She couldn't think as her body sank into his by force and not by choice.

His eyes shot open at the intensity of her kiss, he knew she was pretending but fuck if he wouldn’t have a little taste of this. Her flavor was much darker than he remembered. His arms dragged her in closer to him lifting her heels of the ground and pressing her perky breasts up tight against his chest. His tongue broke past her lips and he swallowed the little groan she gave - probably out of surprise. Finally he pulled away and grinned as she took more than a few seconds to open her eyes.

“I—“ she breathed, her lips still buzzing at his touch.

Jon winked at her and turned to the crowd of on-lookers now looking more than convinced they were an item.

“She’s a good kisser,” he winked at them and took her hand tugging her out through double doors into the crisp Jersey morning.

She couldn’t say a word. She wondered if she’d just made a huge mistake in her little public display of affection – she didn’t want him to think—god... she didn’t want him to think she’d actually enjoyed it...even if deep down she had to admit she had. They settled in the back of the cab, and as it pulled away the girls all waved them off. I need to get out of this, this is crazy – we need to get divorced and fast.
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