Chapter Thirty-Five

Callie felt confident and on top of the world as her key slid into the lock at her apartment. She’d left Jon that morning and slept the entire way home on the bus from Florida. Once inside, she dropped her keys, bag and yawned. God she’d needed that sleep. They had spent the entire night drinking more alcohol, and well...having sex. Alot of sex.

The heat hit her cheeks as she thought about it all over again, what a night, what a few days. Her thighs were still tingling, and her mind still spinning as she sank down on her couch. There had been no time to talk like she’d wanted, but she would just have to wait until when came home from tour. The idea of telling him she loved him seemed right. She had gone over and over this in her head on the way home, and it was the right thing to do.

She kept playing it through her mind the entire way home, as babies cried and people chattered throughout the bus, she had been off in la-la land. It didn’t scare her anymore, she’d finally come to terms with the fact that she loved him. He’d made her see so many things in such a short amount of time, like her career and the control of her father. And it was time to put that right.

She kicked off her shoes and sorted through the mail she had collected on her way in, flicking away bills, junk and nothing of out of the ordinary.

It was a little after seven, so she should probably wait to see her father but the small buzz of realization was still so fresh, she decided she should do it tonight.

While she still had the gumption.

She was still stuck on that morning, what it was like waking with the weight of a man against behind you, his thick arms wrapped tight around you, and the warm breath of him on your skin. It was hard to believe it sometimes, how evolved this relationship had become.

After more dreamy thoughts in the shower, and a few naughty ones, Callie bundled herself up in a towel and slathered some lotion all over her skin. It was amazing how having a lot of sex could make you feel all sexy. She still didn’t believe she was, despite the hot and heavy murmuring Jon had done in her ear all night long.

Oh god, this was just insane. The smile she wore spread ear to ear across her face as she got changed and ready to go see her family. They were going to be angry, he was going to be disappointed but right now she didn’t care.

Callie shrugged her coat on when the shrill of the phone went, she was tempted not to answer it and go but she thought better. It could be Jon, in fact she hoped like crazy it was Jon.

“Hello?” She was horrified her voice had a little purr kicked in her greeting.

“Callie, my goodness where have you been?” The worried voice of her mom filled her ear. Surely her mom would understand what was coming, she was her mom for goodness sake. It was just her father she knew would be the killer.

“Mom, hey...I just got back from Florida. It was a very last minute thing, but I went down to visit Jon.”

“Florida! And you didn’t tell us? I was worried about you Callie, and then I couldn’t get hold of you, and no one knew where you were, and then your father-“

“Relax Mom, I am fine,” she grinned. “No, I am more than fine. Jon and – wait, what about my father?” It all processed in her head backwards. Her mother definitely didn’t sound breezy as usual, not that you could call her mother breezy but she was usually pleasant.

“Callie, that’s why I’ve been going insane trying to get hold of you. You’re father is in hospital.”

Blood pounded in her ears, and the bag she was holding smacked hard against the floor. “What? When? How? God, why?”

So many questions.

“We’re going to be honest with you kids, he’s a heart complication and he’s in ICU.”

“What? But Dad’s fit and healthy? How did he have a heart complication? Has this gone unnoticed? I’ll sue someone’s ass if it has.” The lawyer instinct came out fighting, and that surprised her. Her father was in hospital?

“Oh Callie, no.” Her mother was struggling with the words, another warning bell for Callie. Her mother always in any given situation was a fighter. Panic rose in her throat, this was bad, this was very very bad.

“Mom,” the line fell dead.

“We’ve known about some trouble he’s had for awhile, we were seeing a few doctors and he’s been on meds.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

She had no idea, her father was this weak, at all. Weak and her father were like chalk and cheese. It didn’t go together.

“Callie, darling, we didn’t want to worry you and we had this under control. Well we thought we did.”

She slapped her hand to her head and her eyes closed. Oh god, this means he was like this when I married Jon? Oh god, she caused him unnecessary stress?

“Is he going to be alright?” She twisted the phone cord around her finger and wished to god this wasn’t happening to her right now.

“He needs a lot of rest, he’s asking to see you baby. He misses his little girl.”

The tug at her heart could have ripped her in two. What if he’d died? And she’d been away too busy playing rock star’s wife to know if he’d died? The thought made her stomach wrench.

“I’ll go now, give me the ward and room number.” She swallowed the thick lump forming in her throat and quickly scribbled down her mother’s instructions. When she hung up, the room blurred as hot tears drizzled down her cheeks. She wished to god Jon was here right now, she needed him.

~

He sat sprawled out on the couch, open beer in one hand and cigarette streaming smoke in the other. The last show in Florida had been amazing, he wished Callie had stayed to see it but he really couldn’t complain at all. She’d done more than enough for him, coming all the way down here and whisking him off to some luxury hotel. And now, he was back in slumsville while people swarmed around him like bees to honey. He was edging on buzzed with his latest beer, so that wasn’t so bad. He took a swig and narrowed his eyes when Richie dumped himself down next to him.

“What do you want asshole?”

“I wanna know what’s up your butt. You’ve been in a fucking foul mood all day bro.” Richie took the cigarette from Jon’s hand and took a puff.

“I’m just tired, a night of straight fucking does that to you Rich. Or has it been that long since you had one?” Jon smirked and swiped his cigarette back from him. “Get your own, thief.”

“Oh I see, big man on campus now that the wife came and put out for you?”

Jon was about to snipe but stopped, when he saw Richie’s face. “Callie’s a nice girl, you miss her?”

Richie’s question was an interesting one. Did he miss her? Of course he did, he missed being able to go back to a hotel room away from all this shit and just unwind, have some sex with someone that he knew wasn’t sleeping with him, for who he was.

“Yeah, and her flash hotel suite. Rich, you so needed to see it. I swear to go, when we hit the big time we’ll be living like that – permanently.” He glugged some more beer and waved to the pretty blond that had been oogling him all night for a new one.

“I’ll hold you to that.” Richie clinked his beer with Jon’s, “but seriously what’s the deal between you both now?”

Jon had asked himself the very same question that morning when he woke, spent and satisfied curled around her. He’d listened to her sleep and the cute little murmurs she made while doing so. It’d been all so rushed once she woke, Doc had called and they interviews all morning and then a meeting about the next album they were looking to record in the first half of the new year. They’d said goodbye over some lazy kisses, and left it as an, I’ll call you, when she left.

He owed her his sanity, for pulling him out of this life for a couple of days. Even now, he still remembered her delicious creamy curves and the way she came for him, over and over. Perfect little breasts that he’d feasted on for the last forty eight hours and the rest of her body. Jon couldn’t remember the last time he’d made love like that. It was fucking ultimately, but part of it had been sensual and slow, each of them taking their time exploring their bodies. And the way her little lips wrapped around his cock, or licking his nipples...

Fuck, and now he was hard.

“I’ve got to go Rich, be back in a sec... little boy’s room.”

He busted up, and made his way stumbling to where the bathroom was. God, he missed her –or did he just need to fuck? Either way, he was about to correct it. He banged into a stall and unzipped his pants taking his hot hard length in his hand. If he could shoot it out and get back to it, it’d be ok.

All he could see was her riding him, like she did last night. Her breasts bouncing , her head back and her hair flying out down her back, moaning his name.

He closed his eyes as he quickly took himself back, her palms were flat on his chest as she rode him hard. His hands cupped her hips and pulled her down each time harder than before, so the sound of their skin slapped through the room.

Collapsing in a twisted heap, they’d slept until he’d felt the sheets move in the darkness, and then hot lips had found his cock and sucked him right out of any dream. She’d licked, cupped and nibbled her way into making him fucking crazy with pleasure. Her mouth was a miracle.

“Callie,” he panted in the darkness. “Oh fuck, right there Callie.”

And then sweet, warm release.

Jon rested his forehead against the cubical door and opened his eyes, to see two brown ones looking right up at him. The blond chick! “what the hell?” he backed away, his cock still in her hands as she was on her knees in front of him.

“I followed you in, you in were in a bit of a state you know, and I figured I’d help you out.”

She stroked his limp dick, which became hard in seconds.

“I can go if you want me to?” She stood, her hand still firmly attached to his cock.

Tell her to go, fuck you shouldn’t have done that anyway, moron.

Her gorgeous tits were spilling out from her top, and he began to wonder what they tasted like, when her legs were wrapped around his waist. He reached behind him and snicked the lock on the door.

“That won’t be necessary.”