Chapter Fourteen

His eyes lit up and Callie couldn’t help but bite on her bottom lip. He had the expectation for sex written all over him, he really was stupid. As the car looped around towards the apartment she shifted forward sliding onto his lap in the backseat.

“I knew you’d come around.” He nipped at her chin before meeting her in a slow kiss wrapping his arms around her.

“You sound so certain of yourself,” she raised her eyebrow, palming his chest with her hand. The sweet spice of his cologne threatened to pull her under. He was dangerous, and she knew she was playing with fire. But one thing
Callie Richards did not tolerate was being made a fool out of.

His hands started to roam again, snaking around her waist until he cupped her ass lifting her closer. “Tight.”

She swallowed against the pounding in her chest and prayed home would be seconds away so he wouldn’t have the chance to touch her. She dragged her hands up into his hair and swept it back. “Something else could be tight too.” His eyes snapped open as he shifted under her.

His lips curved into a smirk as he tilted his head out the window. “Well let’s go decide that, we’re here.” She nodded and twisted her hand in his as they both stepped out of the car and said goodnight to the driver.

They raced up the stairs to her apartment and as she fished out the keys from her purse she felt his warm breath tickle across the back of her neck.

Down boy.

She fumbled with the light switch as he folded her into his arms and walked her backwards one step at a time. “Wait,” she whispered as she looked up and caught his gaze but he smiled.

“It’s ok Callie, you don’t have to say baby… if this is your first time…” he hooked his thumbs under the waist of her skirt and tugged the material down.
Teeth clicked as she forced out a sweet tone, “no this is not my first time.”

Jerk, typical he’d think that too.

She needed to stop this and she needed to do it now, especially if he started touching her, it’d been awhile since anyone had so she wasn’t sure if she would be able to stop him. But the visual of him left hanging pissed as hell was still in her line of sight.

“I think we need a drink don’t you?” she asked pulling away from his grasp heading towards the fridge. She walked away with an extra sway to her hips.

“I don’t need a drink…” he growled shrugging off his jacket and threw it behind him, missing the couch and slumping to the floor.

“Come on, a bit of whiskey on ice never hurt anyone,” she winked.

Neither did dick on ice, which is what she exactly intended to do.

She felt his groin bump into the small of her back as she stabbed the ice with a steel ice-pick. “Babe, come on – I’m harder than the fucking ice here. Let’s just go into your room.”

“We’re not going into my room,” she teased as the glass rattled when she dropped the ice in it.

“Well fuck, just get naked then. I don’t care where we do it…I’ll lift you up here and you can have your drink at the same time for all I care.” The pinch of her teeth on her lip was the only thing stopping her from laughing.
She turned around and stepped back into his zone reaching for his wide buckle. With his encouragement she got the fly undone and was millimeters away from touching his cock.

“You know….” She arched up onto her tiptoes and gripped his shoulders.
He cussed under his breath just loud enough so she heard it. She reached over and filched some ice in-between her fingers running it across his bottom lip before licking off the drops that melted off.

“Callie,” he growled as she ran the wedge down the cord of his neck, chasing it with her tongue.

She was beginning to enjoy this and almost didn’t want it to end. The best part was yet to come.

“Ice huh?” he asked as he reached for the cup but she smacked his hand away.

“Not yet – my turn first.” She reached over and picked up a large wedge of ice this time.

“Close your eyes…” she whispered dragging his lip into her mouth.

Here we go, rock star.

She waited till his lips parted and his eyes closed. He tilted his head back in anticipation. In one quick move, she stuffed the handful of ice roughly down his jeans and jerked the fly up. Cupping him hard just to make sure the ice had its full effect she hissed.

“If you ever do that to me again in public Jon, watch out.”

He yelped and stumbled backwards out of their grasp grabbing for his crotch.

“You bitch!”

She dusted her hands off and marched to her room slamming the door behind her, snicking the lock.

Mission accomplished.

~

Jon lurched for the counter, his knuckles turning white as he tried to shake the ice out of his area. His eyes crossed, not quite the wetness he imagined being around his cock at the end of the night.

She’d blindsided him in an instant. How the fucking hell did that happen?

“Fuck!” he yelled as he wrestled with his fly letting the shards of ice tumble out onto the lino below like dice. Just like the odds at Vegas, he’d been played.

“Son of a bitch!” his eyes crossed as the chill confused the hell out of his erection.

He tugged his jeans back up and stormed back through the living room, cursing when he tripped on his fucking jacket he’d threw there just minutes ago.

“Get your ass out here now young lady…” he pounded his fist hard against her door. What the hell was she playing at?

“Go away Jon.” Was all that came from the other side of the door.

He twisted the knob but of course it was locked. “No, get the fucking hell out here now. What you just did was uncalled for.”

There was silence and a little scuffling before the door swung open. “What I just did was uncalled for?” He groaned when she stood there in a knee high peach satin night dress with thin little straps.

Are you kidding me?

Desperate to keep his eyes on her face and not her nipples that were poking through the thin material, that by the way—may as well been see through.
He crossed his arms, “I never made you think we were about to have sex and then pulled the plug at the last minute in a deliberate sabotage Callie.”

His augment was flawed, he knew that but he wasn’t backing down. No fucking way.

“No, you didn’t Jon. You just made out publicly with another girl with intentions to go fuck her at a party I was at – how ridiculous do you think that makes me look?”

He grinned, “So it was jealously then?”

“Get your head out of your own ass Jon and realize you’re not exactly a girl’s dream catch here. I wasn’t jealous I was humiliated. Your grand idea to play this ridiculous marriage out and on the first night, you go and do the one thing that people will look at and know we’re not real.”

“You still could of fucking just told me you felt like that instead of making me look like an ---“he bit his lip. She‘d rightly done back what he’d did to her. Except she was gracious enough not to humiliate him in public.

She matched his stance and crossed her arms. “You would have listened to me?” She paused. “No I didn’t think so. But when there is sex involved, you’re all ears. Let’s just say I got down to your level to make a point. It’s what I do.”

“Don’t give me that lawyer bullshit – you can’t even stand up to your own father so don’t feel proud of yourself.”

He flinched as the slap of her hand connected with his cheek.

“Fuck you Jon.”

The pictures on the walls rattled when the door followed close second with her hand. Shit. He’d gone too far and he knew it. She’d rightly given him what he deserved and he’d repaid her with cruelty.

He tapped his knuckle on the door. “Callie, I’m sorry – please open the door.”
Christ, they’d been married five minutes and already they were in trouble.

“I’m going to bed Jon, so go fuck yourself.”

“Well that’s not an issue anymore,” he tried to make light of the situation with a little chuckle but it was followed with silence. He pressed his forehead against the door, he hadn’t meant for the night to turn out as it did and he should of thought more about her since it was her first night out in a different crowd.

He’d fucked up. Royally.

“Callie – babe. I’m sorry. Can we just talk this over?”

Nothing.

He made his way to the couch and dumped himself down and kicked his shoes off. Pulling the blanket off the end he lay back and flicked the light off. Maybe this was a mistake, the marriage. There was nothing he could do right now to fix this but maybe in the morning she would have calmed down.

He couldn’t stand to see Doc’s smug face if this didn’t work out. Was he being selfish? Probably- but she could take a leaf out of his book and use it against that controlling father of hers. He sat up and mashed the cushions hard under his head before curling up again.

He blew his breath out and sighed pulling the blanket to his neck.

God knows what the morning would bring for them. But one thing was sure, it was going to be a long night.