Chapter Thirteen

She stood as all the eyes in the room were all on her. She wanted more than anything to prove to them all that they were married and that this was real. The anger of his intended infidelity warred with her reasoning. She didn’t care he was looking at other woman, what she cared about was the fact that it was making her look spineless and like an idiot. And that is one thing she hated.

She’d already had that enough from her father and her family. So not this time.
She grabbed his shoulders and jerked him close. It was a little more than she intended to drag him as he fell into her, her chest pressing hard up against his.

Her nipples hardened instantly but she tried to dismiss it to the cool breeze that had whipped through the door every time someone came or went in the bar.

Their noses bumped and his hands slid around her waist locking at her lower back.

“That’s more like it.” He grinned as he leaned forward and let his lips brush against hers. She closed her eyes, in the name of acting for a kiss and let the moment take over. Unaware that she stood on her tiptoes to reach him more snaking her arms around his neck.

A loud wolf whistle echoed through the bar as he swayed her gently engulfing her mouth with his. It happened so quickly she wasn’t prepared for it and it controlled her. His flavor, his force completely took her.

She let the little moan slip and he swallowed it whole. Her eyes fluttered open again, his blue ones shining right back at - he wasn’t even looking back at her. His gaze rested over her shoulder. She followed it, bumping her thigh into something hard. Christ was he even hard for her? Or just for the busty blond he was grinning at over her shoulder. Why did she even care who he was hard for?

She pulled away from him and hissed. “If you are going to at least pretend this is real, roll your tongue back in and stop staring at her tits like a dog on heat.”

His eyes darted back to hers and then that grin spread across his face. That one she already despised. Trying to ignore desperately, the cute little dimples on his cheek that flanked it.

“Yes m’am,” he pushed her slowly back and let her head fall back exposing the long line of her neck. Her fingers dug into his shoulder as he buzzed his nose across her neck before chasing it with his hot wet mouth.

Come on, you’re supposed to be mad at him not swooning all over him. The tingle racing across her skin matched her pulse as he continued. God, he smelled so damn good as well.

NOT helping here.

As he lifted head and his eyes connected with hers, he smiled. “Better?”
She nodded, “better…”

He cupped her hip and his other hand he slid it across the skin exposed from her belly where the knot of the shirt rested. She hissed and narrowed her eyes at him.

“Don’t push it.”

“You wanted believable baby…so I am delivering. I’ve gotta make it believable that you are the only one in this room that I want to take home and do very bad things to…” he swiped his thumb across her naked midsection. She tried to ignore the tingle that was like fire licking across her skin.

Over his shoulder she saw the bimbo leave the room, and Doc shaking his head after her. Her grin crept across her lips as Jon raised his brow.

“What are you looking so pleased about?”

“Pest Control,” she simply replied.

He groaned when she moved against him, his erection obviously causing a little discomfort. “You could relieve that you know,” he whispered against her ear as the music continued as he swayed her closer into him.

“In your dreams.” She muttered. Then it went pop, the little flash of a light bulb inside her head. He was playing her, so why the hell couldn’t she do the same to him. She knew how to match him. Her hand ran down across the ripped cotton and rested against the bulge of his jeans.

His brow winged, and his eyes lit brighter than the strobe disco lights that sliced across the room.

Stupid idiot, of course he was going to think she wanted him.

“Does that feel good?” she purred in his ear. Treat him like a case, butter up the witness and then slaughter them later so they are too dumbfounded to see what just happened. It was the game.

He shifted closer to her and hissed when she traced her nail down the denim seam.

“Fuck yes.”

“Good,” she cupped him as people started to lose interest in watching them. She so didn’t want to be touching him like this, but like in court. You have to do what you have to do to win.

“See, told you this wouldn’t be so bad.” He leaned forward into her as the deafly beats drowned out anything else audible in the room.

No not bad at all. Bloody brilliant, actually.

Trying to focus on anything but how hard he now was in her hand as she knew if she concentrated any more on it, she’d be in trouble.

Because he was repulsive and a jerk right?

Right.

“How much do you want me?” She asked. She just about swallowed her tongue as the words came out, she wasn’t this girl at all. Ballsy yes, in a suit and a court room full of people. But a hard rock star waiting for her seduction? Well that was a whole new ball game grasshopper.

He was like putty in her hands, except putty was soft.

His eyes hooded and his lips parted obviously in anticipation of her continuing this little sexual dance. “I want you baby.”

“I do too.” She bit her lip to stop the smile. Was she cruel? Probably, but it was about time she showed him she couldn’t be steamrolled like he had attempted to earlier.

When he reached for her skirt, hitching the material up her thigh she clasped her hand over his. “No!” she exclaimed quickly. But then smiled. “Let me, take care of you for awhile.” She nipped at his ear through the river of sandy brown curls.
“I want you to touch me when we get home. In private.”

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Well well, I knew she couldn’t resist me for too much longer. It was stupid. If they had to pretend they were in love, what the hell was wrong with playing around if it suited them both?

His blood had all but rushed to his pants and he wasn’t sure if his jeans could strain anymore. He was already hard for the blond with the big jugs. She would of relieved some pressure if Callie hadn’t got herself all bent out of shape.

She is so hot for me.

He groaned when the little grin on her lips turned into a smirk. Who let the cougar out of the cage? Did he care if he was going to get laid? Uh, nope.

Each time he tried to reciprocate the petting she stilled him, insisting it was all for him. He figured she just didn’t want to be pawed sexually in public. The smooth skin of her navel still burned on his palm. He ached for more, wondering if she felt like that all over her body.

As his arousal deepened, he couldn’t help things about her. The way her breasts swelled against his check and her nipples burned through the cotton shirt she wore. Her lips still thick with gloss that still burned on his own.

The earlier awkward girl had turned into a little vixen right before his eyes, he was too hard to question why any further. He just wanted to blow this fucking joint and take her home. But no he still had record sharks to smooze. Fuck.

“Baby,” he had to take some form of control here and now or he was going explode in his pants. He braceleted her wrist and tried to pull it away from his groin.

“Am I doing something wrong?” she asked fluttering her eyelashes until her eyes grew wide.

“God, no – everything is so right – just not now – I’ve got people to see and talk to but we can continue this later right?” he asked hopefully.

She nodded as she licked her lips. “I was hoping to you know…” her tongue swiped out and back in.

Oh Jesus. “Callie, oh god. When we get home?”

She nodded again as she sucked on her pinkie. He looked back at Doc helplessly. He needed this, he needed to fuck her. And now. But he swallowed. “Alright. I won’t be long, OK… don’t go anywhere.”

Jon pulled himself away from her desperately trying to hide the ever growing problem in his pants as he pulled away with a moan. Christ. He didn’t turn back. The next hour went by slowly. He talked the talk, the music his plans for the band and the music he wanted to deliver in the future to anyone that listened. All the while, every so often his gaze would drift over to the girl. The girl he underestimated.
Finally Doc said he could go, he stopped himself from breaking into a skip to find her.

“What the hell is up with you?” Richie asked as he ducked around the corner to find her.

“I’m looking for my wife…” his brow waggled.

Richie folded his arms and nodded his head behind him to where she was talking to one of the record producers wives. “You look pretty excited dude, just won the lottery?”

Jon nodded and waved over Richie’s shoulder to Callie. “Could say that, things have shall we say progressed.”

Richie looked back over his shoulder and then back at Jon. “Well hell she almost looks like she’s happy to see you.”

“Oh she is bro – she wants me. She’s finally realized that we can make the most of this situation… you know being two youngins with needs…” He frowned when Richie snorted.

“What?”

“Nothing, you think she’s going to sleep with you?”

“Uh huh… she wants me, she was fair fondling my dick on the dance floor if you didn’t notice.”

Richie held his hands up and laughed. “Dude, I don’t look at that sort of shit. What you are doing with your junk is none of my business. But if she is, well good for you bro. Live in no strings sex… what more could a guy want huh?”

Jon slapped his hand in a high five. “Exactly – alright Rich I’ve got to go. I’ve called a car to come get us.”

“Sweet, well go then, you lucky son of a bitch. I haven’t picked one up yet. Think she’d have a threesome?”

“Dude, no way – I’m not seeing your hairy ass in the morning.”

“How do you know it’s hairy?” Richie raised his brow just as Callie strode back over.

“I’m not answering that, I’ve got things to do.” He winked and hooked his arm through Callie’s. “Ready to go love?”

“Sure am. Lead on Hubby.”

Jon said his goodbyes and led her outside to the car that waited. Slamming the door behind them he hurried the driver to her address. He scooped her into his arms as he felt his dick grow hard once again.

Mashing his lips on hers, he took and tasted as the car drove into the night. She was stiffened at first but then relaxed into him. “Slow down cowboy… we’re nearly there…and once we are.” Her bright eyes flicked up to meet his and she traced her tongue across his bottom lip.

“Fuck Callie, what are you doing to me?”

“Exactly, what you deserve.”