Chapter Thirty

Callie woke with her face mashed against a warm wall of fur. Her lips twitched when the memories of the night came flooding back, causing her cheeks to flush.

Such a perfect night.

She burrowed down into sheets further, she didn’t know what this meant and where they stood now. God, she could never turn off her brain, could she? Always thinking ahead, she sighed against the steady rise and fall of his chest. Why for once couldn’t she just live in the moment? It’s what got her here, right?

She smiled as the early morning sunshine slid across the bed, crisscrossing heat over their bodies. She looked up expecting to see him still sleeping, but instead two sleepy blue eyes blinked down at her. “Did I wake you?” she wedged her chin in-between his Pecs and watched him.

His hair was mussed and streaked out all over the pillow like wild vines, but all she could see was skin and freckles staring back at her. She knew those freckles intimately after last night.

“Nah, I was already kind of awake. After the best sleep I’ve ever had by the way.”

He groaned as he stretched under her and cupped her ass, dragging her up to his mouth.

“That’s better,” he mumbled as he kissed her before rolling and pinning her on her back under his hips. Twisted in sheets and sunlight he dipped down to her throat, his teeth scraped down the arch until he could sip in the hollow at the base.

They were in a little bubble, like she suggested these two days would be. Locked away from out the outside world, from domineering fathers and greedy little band managers. It was just them, and for her spending so much time with someone that believed in her dream and supported her, she was growing considerably attracted to him.

Whether she liked it or not.

She arched back letting him roam about her body, as if he was exploring it all for the first time. When he sucked her nipple into his mouth she squealed as the sensation jolting her making a ripple along the bed. She soon sank back down and he began his work, his hand sliding down and parting her thighs.

She sighed and let the bed engulf her as he slid his fingers into her. This was bliss. What more could a girl want being pleasured like crazy, under the early morning sunlight? Her hands found his cheek and guided his head back up to hers. She cupped his jaw and kissed him hard, letting the need and desire wash through them both.

The heady combo of male and sex swept her under as she fell over the edge under his hand. “I need to be inside you,” he murmured against her lips as she fought for breath. He rolled over her and sank deep inside her, linking his hands through hers. Callie’s world once again dissolved around her, until all she knew was Jon. Her fingers dug into his as he pumped harder, his lips hot against her shoulder as he laved her skin.

Callie cried out, arched her back and punched her orgasm from her body into his as they both shouted into the morning. Her muscles clenched right down to her toes before they relaxed, with Jon tangled on top of her.

She failed in that one second to remember any moment in her life, when this much sex had been on the menu. Sure, she’d fooled around in college – what girl didn’t? But this was explosively delicious, and she didn’t want to ever end. She shifted her weight and tipped them both until his shoulders hit the sheets, with him still sucked deep inside her. Her lips curved as he watched her hair tumbled around her shoulders, teasing at her nipples. He cradled her hips and dug his fingers in but she leaned forward and tapped his nose.

“Patience,” she kissed him lightly enough to get a frustrated groan.

“Patience is for saints, and you know I’m not one of those.”

His scent drew her in again as she leaned forward letting the tips of her breasts friction against his chest. The next kiss was longer, full of heat and his dark taste. She could easily lose herself here with him, a part of her wanted to run away with the circus and not go back to the real world. The other little voice niggled in the back of her mind that this wasn’t real.

Ignoring the little voice she trailed her lips down the rough edges of his neck, to the dip in his shoulder.

“You’re killing me here,” he arched back giving her further access as she kissed
along the freckles.

“Patience,” she murmured into slick salty skin.

“Fuck patience,” his hands fisted in sheets as he growled.

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When the fuck did she become the seductress? Her little destructive mouth made its way along his shoulder to his bicep. He turned his head and their eyes locked as she kissed the top of his arm.

His cock was so fucking hard inside her, and he was ready to go all over again. It was show night and he knew he should be preserving his energy but fuck. They were all over each other like a rash. Her cute blue eyes fluttered, hell – he’d never noticed how long her lashes were until now.

Fuck.

“Callie,” he cleared his throat as morning sun began to blanket them both. Secretly inside, it gave him a little buzz to see her so comfortable with him, he brought out the relaxed Callie. He was a little proud, as he was certain she wouldn’t last this way forever.

“Jon?” she teased as she skimmed across his chest, he bucked as her hot little tongue swirled around his nipple.

“Fuck,” that’s it. He couldn’t do it. He hated that he couldn’t let her pleasure him for much longer with him at her mercy. He grabbed her shoulders and twisted her around throwing her back against the bed.

Her eyes grew wide but then narrowed as his mouth plundered hers. She tasted sweet, laced with lust.

“Enough games,” he pinned her hands above her head and slapped his palms against hers. His movements were slow and deliberate, taking joy in watching her suffer like he’d suffered minutes ago under her spell. Her little cries and mews of pleasure escaped her lips as she feebly rolled them under her teeth. The warmth and peace he felt around her surrounded him as he took them both to the edge and plummeted right over it.

He collapsed in a heap of arms and legs burying his head into the crook of her neck. He was so done. The only sound heard through the morning was their shallow breaths that settled to long deeps sighs.

It wasn’t until he felt the bed ripple under him, he realized he’d fallen asleep. He rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand and sat up. “Callie?” His focus took the girl standing in the fluffy white bathrobe in front of him, her hair wet and piled up on the top of her head.

“You should have woken me, I could have washed your back.” His lips quirked but she folded her arms and her face stayed like stone.

Oh Jesus, what now?

“What’s up?” He dragged the sheet up and pulled his knees up under it.
Gone was Callie, that was so free and relaxed.

“I was just going to order some breakfast, what did you want?” Her face softened and she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. The robe was neatly cinched at the waist but gaped in a low v down the chest. Curves of creamy breasts he now intimately knew peeked out. He could do with that for breakfast.

“Ah. I don’t know what you are having?” he asked scratching his head.

“I thought pancakes with cream and raspberries?” she jammed her hands in her pockets and swayed a little. She was nervous? After all they’d been through? He patted the side of the bed and motioned for her to come and sit.

She reluctantly did so and sat down. “Or we could get bacon and eggs?” she offered.
He brushed his thumb under her cheek and pressed his lips against it. “Thank you again for all this, you have no idea what this all means to me.” And that was the truth, no one outside his circle would do this for him with no strings attached.

He watched her try and shrug off the heat that crept up her neck into her cheeks.
“Its fine, I knew you needed to rest. And it was fun to get away.”

“Ok, get bacon, eggs AND pancakes...if we have the money.”

She chuckled and reached for the phone beside the bed, cradling it in-between her
knees she dialled. “We have the money.”

Thirty minutes later, they both sat in robes at the table where they were accompanied by a stack of pancakes, raspberries, cream and an assortment of hot breakfast food. Jon rubbed his belly and plucked a big silver fork off the table.

“This looks fucking incredible.” Never in his life had he seen so much food at a table just for him.

“Coffee?” Callie asked holding the silver jug up. He waved his fork to his cup, his mouth otherwise occupied with fluffy eggs and a streak of bacon.

“Don’t get used to it. We won’t be eating like this at home,” she teased as she leaned forward to pour the coffee, Jon enjoying the view down her robe.
He swallowed and picked up his mug. “If you become a doctor, and I’m a famous rock star ... hell yeah we will be. If we’re still together then.”

The room fell silent, and her expression washed off as quick as chalk on a
blackboard. Shit, he hadn’t meant for it to come out quite as harsh as that. Well fuck, who knows where they would be when she finished med school. He liked having her around, but it was hard to say what would happen in the future. Of course he hoped they’d at some way stay together as at least friends.

“I meant,” but she cut him off.

“No, it’s ok Jon. This was only ever meant to be temporary, I know that.” She scooped some pancake topped with cream and raspberries into her mouth.

Shit. He didn’t mean, fuck. He reached for her hand across the table and clasped it. “Callie, no matter what happens...where ever our paths lead. I don’t think I could forget you, after what you did this weekend.” She smiled and squeezed his hand back.

“I’ve enjoyed myself.”

“And all the sex?” he asked nonchalantly as he speared a raspberry and held it to her lips.

He groaned when she licked them, circled the berry with her tongue and sucked it into her mouth. Fuck, his cock was going to fall off by the end of the day. Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad, his pants for the show might fit him better without six inches of lead inside.

“You are cruel, Callie Richards.” She didn’t know it, but she was.

“So, where do I get to see the show from tonight?”

“Well,” he cut into his pancakes and using his knife slathered it in cream. “You can either have front row, it does get a little rough there... all the girls grab for me.”

She raised an eyebrow and pursed her lips. “Uh huh – or...?”

He swallowed his mouthful.”Side stage, best seat in the house. Doc might have a few girls up there, but I’ll make sure you’re there.”

She nodded,” that sounds safer to me. I’m looking forward to it.”

He wasn’t afraid to admit it, but he was looking forward to having her there. As they chatted through breakfast, the more he thought about it he couldn’t wait for her to see him in his element. He might just have a little surprise for her too, that was sure to knock her little conservative smile right off her face.