Chapter Fifty-Eight

His girl had got some balls.

In some ways Callie had always been more mature than he had been at times, but now—now she was his hero. He squeezed her tight until the hiccups and sobs eased. He soothed her back and then tipped her chin to meet her gaze.

“Hey there.”

She smiled and he thumbed away the tears on her cheeks, “I feel so much lighter. It’s hard to explain.”

He chuckled, “no it’s not. You let go Callie. You can finally just be you.” He’d been lucky his parents had always allowed that of him right through his teens. The situation with Doc now was about as close as he got identifying with her, but nobody should be bound to their parent’s guilt and preference. That he fully believed.

She snaked her arms up around his neck and pressed her lips against his. “Thank you Jon, for taking me as I am. For making me want who I am.”

His lips curved into a smile. “It’s all you baby. You did this. Not me. I just gave you a gentle nudge.” He brushed back her hair and dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Now, what do you say we get out of this hallway?”

Her brow arched and her hands smoothed down his chest, over the fine hair of his belly and cupped his jeans. “I think we need to celebrate.”

He lifted her from the ass, winding her legs around his waist and arrowed his tongue around her lips, tugging down on the bottom one. “I think that sounds like the best idea.” He carried back into the apartment and kicked the door shut. “How about a bed? That’d be a novel idea too.” He stepped into her bedroom and lowered her onto the bed. He hit the bed on his knees and scooped her up into him with a swift kiss.

She giggled and their teeth clicked as he pushed her back. Her hair spilled out on the sheets as he hovered over her. He pushed open her shirt, “this needs to go.” Jon dipped down and kissed between her breasts, “and so does this…” He flicked open the bra clasp and nosed off the cups of her bra. Her nipple hardened the instant he drew it into his mouth.

She murmured and arched up and fisted the sheets in her hands. She tasted sweet and sinful. Each groan, each whimper shot straight to his cock. He was tired as hell but when he was with her she had an uncanny way of being able to put him at peace and give him exactly what he needed.

He palmed down her belly, over the sweet dip of her thighs as he tugged the skirt down. He peeled off the stockings down the lovely long line of her legs. Her skin was creamy and soft against his lips as he skimmed down over her calves.

He hooked his finger in the band of her lace, “pretty.” He kissed down into the apex of her thighs tasting the very centre of her. She was like a guitar, and deserved to be played with same perfect emotion and precision. His tongue flashed out and down her lips lapping up the sweet juice that was his girl.

Her breath hitched and she choked on a sob as he pushed her deeper, sliding two fingers inside her. He pumped with a gentle ease as she wriggled above him. “Let go Callie.” He kissed the inside of her thigh as her cheeks flushed and she rolled her lip under her teeth. He saw hundreds of pretty girls day to day but none, none compared to her.

She screamed and he held the pressure as she shuddered under his spell. He traced his thumb in lazy circles on her flat belly as she settled under him. He crawled back up and grinned at the dishevelled girl under him. He brushed back hair that was slicked to her cheekbones, “let go more.” He kissed her softly and brought her hands up on either side of her head. The connection between them was something he’d never felt before and he could feel her slowly giving more and more to him each time they were together.

His gaze rested on her lips and then her gorgeous eyes, “I’m so tired Callie.” Every bone in his bone ached down to the marrow from long nights and never-ending weeks on the road.

She lifted her hands and cupped his cheeks, “then you lose yourself in me.”

He traced the outline of his lips with his index finger watching it slide from one side to the other. “I want to,” he flicked his eyes up to hers. “Maybe I’m scared to let go too.”

The marriage had started as a joke, and inch by inch it had turned into something greater. Something that he didn’t understand until this moment, he knew he loved her but what he didn’t understand was that the love for someone was so much more than just loving them. He wanted to lose himself in her, he wanted to become one with her and the very thought of that scared him down to his very soul.

It all his life, he’d never looked for the trust and companionship that was lying right under him now. In his world that was so crazy, she really was his constant and he’d do anything from this moment to make sure she stayed that way.

“I’m not anymore.” She ran her finger lightly down his cheek as the watersoft skin of her breasts pressed against his chest.

He closed his eyes and lost himself in her heat as they kissed, each stroke of his tongue against hers intensified their connection. Could he let go? Everything was already spinning out of control outside this room, and he was so tired and weary.

His lips slid down the curve of her neck and he buried his face into her shoulder knowing the one thing he needed to escape all this, was her.

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Callie weaved her fingers up into his hair and dragged him down for a kiss. “Forget what’s outside, forget everything. Except me.” Her skin was charged and she wanted him like she’d never wanted someone before. Boyfriends had come and gone in her life, she’d never really had the tie to someone like she felt with Jon. He could frustrate her down to her toes but at the same make her feel like she was walking on air.

“Ok.” She hooked her lip over his hip and rolled him over till his back hit the bed. She licked and tasted down the arch of her neck, the scent of sweet spice filled her as she shifted down to his chest. Her fingers raked through springy chest hair her fingers found his nipples.

His eyes amused watched her as she licked and sucked down hard on one tight bud. His cock pressed into her inner thigh, heavy and hard as she continued along the journey of Jon. His fingers dusted over her shoulders encouragingly as she angled lower down into the dip of his stomach. She grinned into skin as he groaned appreciatively as she reached down and curled her fingers around his shaft.

Slowly she pumped as she scraped teeth along the defined edge of his v. Her thumb massaged the tip, swiping across the precum. He growled as her nails dug into fleshy skin.

“Fuck Callie.”

She chuckled as she sank down between his legs, gripped and took a long lick down to the base.

“Oh crap.”

Her tongue traced along the thick under vein. “You know the best thing about learning medicine.”

He buckled and slammed his hand down on the bed. “What? You get free condoms? Fuck!”

“Nope,” she teased her teeth along the sensitive skin. “I know where all your sensitive parts are.” She pressed her thumb lightly into his sac and grinned when he grunted.

He lifted his head and narrowed his eyes, “oh you’re evil.”

“Yup.” She took licked him again and took him fully keeping the rhythm off slow and firm. Stroke by stroke she had him arching up off the bed into her until she felt him break and collapse in a heap of limbs back on the bed.

She crawled back up into his chest and placed a kiss at the base of his neck.

“Pleased with yourself huh?” He smirked and ran his hands down her arms and cupped her hips.

“A little.” The sweat on her skin had started to chill. She rested her chin on his chest and looked up. “I love you.”

“Aww, hell. C’mere.” He pulled her down and flipped her back onto the bed and drove himself into her. The fluid movement of his hips slapped their skin together as he pushed deep.

She blinked and he lifted her knee up to his hip taking the angle deeper. The rush of skin and Jon overwhelmed her but she curled herself around him, completely. The first orgasm blasted through them and he kept the rhythm moving. They danced their own dance, tangled inside of each other and rose and fell within each other.

She cried out and he covered her mouth in a kiss that was as blinding as the orgasm that ripped right through her. The taste of sex and sweat mingled in their months as she fluttered back down. Holy fucking Christ.

She opened her eyes to blue ones staring right back through her soul. “Wow.”

He smiled and lightly ran his lips over hers. “You’re mine now.”

He rolled off her and pulled her in so her cheek rested on the side of his chest. The sweat had cooled so she pulled up the sheet around them. “Guess I am.” She snuggled down into his warmth, being someone’s didn’t seem too bad at all. Infact she kind of liked it.