Chapter Twenty-Eight

Author's note: Sorry for the delay ;) I've been a busy travelling bee with work and I had the worst flu ever, lol. All are semi under control so I was able to finish this chapter that I've seriously had for two weeks. LOL.

So please, sit back and enjoy and show Jon and Callie some love. :)



Jon lowered her into the tub, so she was perched on one of the inbuilt seats with her legs wide open. Her legs hooked around him as he stepped forward. The scent of lavender with bubbles and water swirled around him. His hard cock bumped against her thigh, he was desperate to sink into her and lose himself but he fought the urge, needing to play this one out further.

He braced himself, clutching at sides of the tub on either side of her and caught her lips in a long smooth kiss. He couldn’t get enough of her, it was hard to explain and he still didn’t have it figured all out. All he knew was he was relaxed around her, and no one since his own mother had worried about his tired he was or how he was looking after himself.

Callie had come without being asked, even after he left her without so much as a goodbye when they’d slept together. Ok, he left a note but he knew damn well that was low. She’d come, swept him away with her own money genuinely caring about him. She didn’t want anything, and he wasn’t used to that. He really wasn’t.

It seemed Callie Richards slotted into the role of devoted wife so easily.

He jammed the large button on the side, which burst the water into life, the foam fizzed around them cocooning them in warmth. His lips hovered near hers as their noses bumped as she arched instinctively into him, he grinned. “I think we need wine, yes?”

“Wine would be nice.” He got a surprise when she linked her arms around his neck and kissed him slowly. Wanting to give into the seduction he had planned, he forced himself to step away from her and retrieve the wine with two glasses from the well stocked bar. Careful not to drip all over the suite he quickly returned stampeding back into the tub, she squealed as water and foam crashed against her.

“Boys,” she laughed as he popped the wine and poured two glasses.

“A toast,” he handed her a glass and she accepted him, wrapping her legs around his waist pulling him in again.

“Wait, there’s something I want to tell you.” She straightened up so Jon caught the tips of her breasts just bobbing above the water. Christ, much more of this and there’d be no fucking toast.

Curious, he swiped her damp cheek with the pad of his thumb. “What is it sweetheart?”

“Jon, coming here was hard for me… well for two reasons.” She met his gaze and he saw nothing but truth. He swallowed, the heat crept up his back and pooled at the base of his neck. He really was an ass, the way he’d been handling this whole thing with girls and her.

“I loved that you came, it was a welcome surprise Callie.” And it was, not just because they were sitting in some fancy pants hotel room… but somewhere inside him, he knew he’d missed her. She had become a kind of touchstone for him as much as he didn’t want to admit it, she had.

This was the Callie he loved, the strong one – the one that took charge when he needed someone too.

“I know, and I wanted to come and see you… but I also came to tell you… if you’re interested…” she looked down and fumbled her finger around the rim of her glass.

“Of course, what?”

Oh crap, she wasn’t pregnant was she? For the second time he started to panic --- they’d only slept together once for fuck’s sake and been safe.

“I’ve decided to go to med school.”

Jon’s shoulders relaxed and he smiled, taking her glass away. He scooped her up into his embrace, the water floating her easily and planted his mouth against hers. Finally, she was doing what she should have been.

“That’s fantastic Callie, I’m so proud of you! How did your father take it?” One could only imagine that steeled face bastard wasn’t going to be too happy.
She stroked his hair and pressed her forehead against his. “I haven’t told him yet. I wanted to tell you first.”

“Well that is the best news I’ve heard all day girl, and gives us much reason to celebrate.” He picked up her glass and his own, and clinked them.

“To Dr Richards then, and the best Rock star in the world,” he laughed.

She raised his eyebrow, “that second part is debatable… I haven’t even seen you play.”

Jon snorted, “Oh I see – well guess we’ll have to fix that. Tomorrow night you’ll have a front row ticket... so you get the best view in the house.” He winked, something about Callie seeing him do what he loved gave him a buzz of excitement.

“Won’t your Rottweiler have something to say about that?”

Jon clicked her glass again and downed half of his wine. “Who fucking cares, you’re my wife and my friend here to see me play. End of story. Now hurry—drink up so I can have some fun.” He grinned wickedly as he reached behind her into the wicker basket filled with sponges and facecloths.

“Yes sir,” she took a sip and watched as he sank the sponge into the water. “Rock star by day, cabana boy by night?” she teased.

He took her hand and held out her arm, running the sponge up to her shoulder. She groaned and closed her eyes, and her pretty pink lips parted. Fuck, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. He refilled his sponge and did the same for the other side, and her neck and her shoulders until her creamy skin was dripping in suds.

She leaned back when he glided the sponge down her centre and around the soft curves of her breasts paying extra attention at the tips. His mouth watered as all he could think about was sucking on her. He shifted his knee in between her legs floating her back. He smirked as her eyes flung open and she gasped.

“Close your eyes and relax – let the jets and I take care of the rest.” He pressed his lips against hers and slid down the slippery arch of her neck sipping from her. Her body twisted under him and her murmurs turned into groans.

His dick was hard enough to hammer nails, Jesus… but he kept the focus of doing something for her – as ultimately this is what she was doing for him.

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The sponge slathered suds up her arms and down her chest, until it stopped and circled around the sensitive tips of her breasts. She let a low whistle out and groaned appreciatively as the sponge grazed over her nipples sending delicious jolts down her body all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes.

Far away from the click clack of the office and the roar of the traffic from the busy streets, she relished the simple but intimate touches as the scent of lavender and Jon floated her away on white fluffy clouds, like the ones that surrounded her now in the tub. He took a step back and lifted her leg, the sponge chasing his hand down to her feet.

“Are you sure you want to be a rock star?” She asked sipping her wine, a smile curving on her lips.

He snorted as he lifted her leg resting her foot on his shoulder. He turned and pressed his lips to her calve, “you think I should be a cabana boy huh?”

“Yeah, mine…” The wine was clearly loosening her tongue. Heat rose in her cheeks as he smirked and steered the sponge up her thigh.

“That could be arranged,” he dropped her leg and drifted across to her, his lips barely brushing hers as he reached over her shoulder.

“More wine?” he asked.

The growl she heard in her head slipped from her throat and he laughed as the tip of the wine bottle clinked with her glass. He topped up their glasses and pushed backwards, floating away from her. Propping himself against the other side she heard a sigh and watched his body sink against the side of the tub. She took a long sip of her wine and reached her legs out until the tips of her red painted toes appeared through the suds in front of him.

“Penny for your thoughts?” she asked.

He smiled, this time with effort and licked his thumb. “Just tired I guess,” he motioned out around himself. “This is all amazing though, just what I needed to get out – away from it all.”

She told a bold move and under the bubbles bumped her foot with his. “What’s he doing that you don’t like?” she asked knowing it was Doc weighing heavily on his shoulders.

She saw the flicker of fire gleam in his eyes before the flat blue settled back in. “Just calling the shots, he knows a lot about the business – so he does know what he’s doing.” He took a long sip from his glass, “but some of the things he’s doing – he’s just fu-“Jon scratched the back of his head and looked down. “He takes things too fucking far.”

Outside, out in the open Jon was like her in the courtroom, so full of determination and so full of confidence and conviction. But in here, behind closed doors – he was just as troubled as she was. And she could see it now, the curtain had come tumbling down leaving a worried boy sitting opposite her naked and exposed. He wasn't perfect and he never claimed to be, but it put everything in crystal clear perception.

Following your dream was hard.

“With the girls?” Callie asked dropping her foot away from his. As much as she didn’t want to hear about it, she had to ask. Besides, wasn’t she the one that said he could still do this if he was discrete? Outside a piece of paper he didn’t belong to her. The fact that now possibly bothered her, was entirely a different story.

“Yea its some of that… as I’ve said before I want to be known for my music not how well I’ve seduced the ladies…to make me more appealing to them. Being a sex symbol sucks.”

She could have thrown a sarcastic yeah-right statement back in his face, but the sadness that pooled in his eyes said it all. He was dead serious.

He shrugged, “I love the attention… I do. Won’t deny that but I want them to love what I do more than they love me.”

All prepositions of arrogance were washed away with his sincerity. This was the Jon she loved, so raw and he had his heart in all the right places. For someone that was following his dream, she for a second felt sorry for him.

She could of asked more, asked how many – how often… but she refrained… it wasn’t the time even though the curiosity was killing her.

“Well,” she settled her glass down and leaned back. “You’ve just got to make sure that you don’t ever lose sight of that Jon. That will keep you honest. With Doc, you’ve got to take everything good you can and learn from him… so that when you do make it you can manage yourself and you’ll know what not to do.”

She jumped when his toe slid up her leg. “When did you get to be so smart?”

The heat of the tub disguised the flush in her cheeks as she brushed it off. “It’s just logical…tell me what it’s like up on stage in front of all those people.” She polished off her glass and sunk further down letting the suds necklace her neck.
His eyes light up like a Christmas tree and then glossed over, “Like I have power and control over every person out there. I feel invincible and that I can do anything…” his voice fell low and his eyes locked on hers.

She just bet he could do anything, infact she wanted him right now to do anything to her. The heat and wine combined had her head all fuzzy, and her belly twisting in snakes as the man she in that moment wanted sat in front of her.

Callie had never been in love, she didn’t know if this is what this was – it seemed to unlikely. But something was there, an undeniable force to give herself to him and let him do what he pleased with her. Hell, this wasn’t her at all. But right now she didn’t care.

“And all the gear you wear on stage?” She’d seen pictures of his stage attire, and some of it was questionable but she was looking forward to seeing in the flesh tomorrow night.

He laughed and finished off his wine, “it’s a role. Just like when you put on your suit for work, you slip into that confident woman you should be all the time.”

She blushed again, he’d noticed stuff like that?

“And when you put on your scrubs for the first time, you’ll feel that empowerment.”
She shivered at the thought, hell. He was right. That moment in itself, would be close to being the best in her life. Dr Callie Richards.

He swam over to her and scooped her in close knocking the daydream away, as warm skin and fur pressed up against her.

“But right now, Dr Richards, I’m taking you to bed.” With that his mouth plundered hers, and his tongue found hers. She rose up from her spot in the tub, wrapped her arms around him and arched into him.

She was ready, hell she was more than ready.