Chapter Sixty-Two

"Can I help you Carol?" Callie slid out of her chair as Carol reached to clear the table.

She waved her down, "John can help me. Why don't you and Jon head into the living area and I'll bring in dessert and wine for us."

Jon stood and kissed his mom's cheek, "thanks Mom." He beckoned Callie over, "you heard the lady."

Callie placed her napkin down and took Jon's hand as he led her into the living room alone. When John and Carol left the room, she wound her arms around his waist and their chests bumped as she planted a long kiss on his lips. He ran his hands down her arms and chuckled against her teeth.

"What did I owe the pleasure of that kiss?" He asked as they sank down on the couch.

"You know what. This has been a lovely night." She watched his blue eyes dance in the dim lights Carol left glowing in the living room. She'd never felt so comfortable as she did with him and his family, and it was the oddest sensation.

"You thought that they'd pick on you? Uh uh, I'm the one that needs attention apparently. I look like shit."

She laughed and tucked a long strand of his hair back from his cheek. "Well that's no lie. You listen to them I notice." She bit her lip to hide her smile as she pretended to pout.

He leaned in and pushed her back into the couch, "oh I listen to you." It was deeper this time, the taste of whiskey and garlic from the lasagna blended into the kiss.

She rested her hands on his chest and pushed gently, "Jon, stop being naughty. We're at your parents place for goodness sake."

He laughed, "chicken huh?"

Her eyes narrowed, "don't even think about trying to trick me into anything Bongiovi. I know you." She poked his chest hard but he grabbed her fingers and kissed them.

"Yes you do." The back door slammed and thundered through the house as his father came back into the room, dripping over the carpet.

"Storm's rolling in out there. She ain't pretty." He shook off his jacket and made his way back into the kitchen. Jon leaned over and peeked out the curtains.

"He's not kidding either, it's coming down in buckets out there."

The clatter of china accompanied Carol as she came back in and laid down the coffee and dessert. "You kids should really stay the night, no point in travelling in that sort of weather. Jonny's room is already made up."

Callie's eyes widened. "Oh, we wouldn't want to be any trouble Carol. It's a short taxi ride back to my place."

John Snr came back in and handed Jon another glass of whiskey. "Get this down you son. We've added cloves and ginger in it, good for the throat."

Jon sipped it and screwed up his nose, "how many shots of whiskey pop?"

"About three, or so." He winked at Callie as he sat in his armchair.

"Jon doesn't need to get drunk John. He's done enough of that on tour don't you think?"

"Relax Carol, it's just a few drinks with his old man. He's relaxing, and that's the main thing. Right Callie?"

Callie laughed as Carol raised her brow, "oh I'm with Carol on this but it doesn't really matter. If Jon wants to do something, he's going to do it anyway."

The room burst into laughter and Carol patted her shoulder. "You're going to fit into this family just fine. I'll get us more wine, since you're staying."

You couldn't really argue that much with her, she was like Jon in that her mind was already made up, she mused. Carol came back with the wine, served up dessert, fussed over Jon and then relaxed. She was lucky enough to hear about Jon growing up, and the mischief he got up to with his two brothers which wasn't surprising at all. Carol and John weren't walkovers but they certainly backed Jon in what he did, and had made sure they were tough on him to get where he wanted to be now. And that was the difference, they were tough in the right ways, not the ways her father had been to her. What surprised her the most is that they showed interest in her career, the same way they spoke to Jon around his. That was what was heart-warming.

John and Carol headed for bed around midnight, with Carol dragging her staggering husband with her. Callie laughed as Jon tried to move from the couch, but he flopped back down. An empty bottle of scotch and two glasses that gleamed in the light were the culprits. "Come on you, silly boy. We'll get you to bed."

She squealed as he tugged her in, and she lost the floor under her. She pressed her palms to his chest and steadied herself as his naughty hands slipped up her shirt. "Jon," she hissed. "We're in your...oh god," she groaned as his clever thumb flicked her nipple.

"You were saying?" His eyes sparkled and his fingers curled into her waistband of her jeans. She slapped her hand down on his, "Jon--your parents are just out there somewhere."

Her head tipped back as his lips slid up her neck to below her ear. Her toes curled and skin buzzed, how was it that she used to have some of the best defence skills that a court room required, but this man's mouth was more powerful than the sharpest DA's tongue.

"Then you're going to have to try and not to scream." His hot breath swirled around her skin and she closed her eyes. "Think you be quiet?" The tips of his fingers reached and grazed down the crease of her thighs, "for me?" He was killing her, she cupped his wrist tugged it back.

"Jon," she hissed and popped up on her feet, him still firmly attached to her.

He pushed back her hair and kissed her full on the lips, "to my room." He walked her slowly backwards until ankle hit step. The weight of him pushed her back, as he carefully lay her down on the stairs, "oh Jesus-Jon, please not..." the groan from her throat wasn't one she'd heard before as he bunched the cotton of her top and his mouth scraped up her belly to the edge of her bra.

She arched and gasped as he hovered over her like a hungry lion over his prey. His eyes darkened and swirled with a lust that she'd never seen before. He wouldn't do her on the stairs, right here? Where anyone could walk out and see her spread naked helplessly under their son. But oh god, she needed him. The pulse of heat inside her threatened to burst and she wouldn't care where she was, as long as he broke her, in the best way possible.

He flipped up the her cups, her nipples tightening as his gaze rested on them. His mouth swallowed one whole, sucking, licking as she reached out for the banister. His fingers danced around her heat before plunging in, with no chance to breathe, let alone think. His rhythm jerked her body, her nails dug into his shoulders as the back of the step jammed into her head.

Bolts of pleasure zinged to her toes, her teeth dug into her lip as held on, held onto the control that dissolved quicker than sand in an hourglass. The pad of his thumb flicked relentlessly and her fingers craved skin. The first orgasm slammed her, and she bucked, all parts of her body would blissfully ache tomorrow.

His tongue teased her nipple, and he tormented her soul. She lay sprawled, maimed across the stairs as afterglow burned through her veins. Jon rose and tugged her up, her body carrying the weight of the world. She wound her arm around his neck and dragged him for a kiss, the other slipped around his waist to balance herself as her ass pressed against the banister.

When she'd come to the house tonight, she was so happy John and Carol had treated her with the respect she deserved. The way they had been with Jon made her happy, but it had also made her sad. For the longest time she always had family around her, always thought she had to have them and why she sacrificed so much of herself for it. But now she knew Jon was her family, he believed in her like the rest of her family should have, without question. The love inside her she was never capable of until now, burned bright for him. She loved him, and she knew with every fibre in her being he loved her. The way a person should be loved.

Their lips broke but she held him close, the smell of liquor and his aftershave burned her nose. Her tongue traced his bottom lip and her eyes flicked to his. "I love you."

His lips curved and his thumb swept across her cheekbone. "You might not after what I do to you upstairs." His tongue met hers and slid slowly down the side of hers, into her mouth. She crumbled into his arms as he swept her up carrying her the rest of the way. Her eyes widened as Carol and John's voices floated down the hallway. If they saw her now, dishevelled and her clothes wrecked off her body, she'd die.

Jon bent and swung the door to his bedroom open, her feet hit the ground and her back pressed against the door. The air was sucked out of her lungs as he mashed his mouth against hers. The room spun as lust and need rushed to her head. She raked her hands through his hair but he captured her wrists and pinned them above her head. Her chest rose as his gaze fell to her breasts. His free hand shot up her top and cupped her breast, his thumb dragged over the aching tip as she fought every instinct in her knees not to fold under her.

His mouth was a minefield, popping kisses over hers, her chin, across her jaw and her earlobe. His raggered breath pounded her ear, "I need you Callie."

The tingles and bolts of pleasure zipped around her, it was like being drugged, slowly and surely she was losing any control and wanted to give everything over to him. The murmurs of his parents in the hallway outside should have rung bells in her head but no. She wanted to lose it, lose herself within him. He wound her fingers up around the coat hook and released his grip.

"Stay," he commanded and his hands smoothed down her sides, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of her jeans and dragging them to the floor. He hit his knees and his mouth kept busy, she shuddered as his tongue swept around her navel.

"Oh god," she rolled her lip under her teeth as his tongue outlined the crease where thigh met hip. Her fingers curled tight around the door hook, and her other hand rested on his head. She gasped as wet warm tongue traced around the edge of her panties. The squeak in her throat became so much more. Her head hit the door as he stroked deep, blowing any idea she was going to be quiet. She screamed and lifted her leg up over his shoulder as he plunged deeper.

"Jon, oh god---I" She looked down but he didn't look up, he kept drilling her, and his finger slipped inside her and pushed her over the edge. She shook, and slammed her hand into the door. Her whole body throbbed as she slid down the door in a pile on the floor. He wound her legs around his waist and pushed back the slicked hair from her cheeks.

Her eyes met his, her chest heavy with breath, and his lips curved. "I'm so not done yet."

She kissed him fiercely, the taste of sex lingered on his lips. "I don't know if I can." Her whole body ached, and her clothes were hanging off her like she'd been terrorized. Oh wait, she had.

He lifted her up with him and backed her towards the bed. He spread her shirt off her shoulders along with her bra, letting them fall to the floor. She was floating on a fluffy cloud of pleasure. She unlocked his belt and popped his jeans open when he nodded. She curled her hand around his hot hard shaft and his hissed as he pushed her back, and tumbled them onto the bed. He hovered above her and kissed her lips gently. "You can."

Callie gripped his shoulders and lay back, her heels dug into the mattress as he slid inside her. He was gentle, and her body silently thanked him as he kept the rhythm between them. Sweat poured, skin slapped and his name was loud on her lips. She felt free, she felt safe, and most of all, she felt loved. Jon rolled them onto their side and kissed her forehead.

"Now I'm done."

She chuckled, "god I hope your parents didn't hear any of that." She buried her head into his shoulder.

Jon laughed, "they're not stupid, they know we're not playing scrabble in here." His grip tightened around her waist, "however if we were it would be safe to say I just got triple word score."

Callie snorted and rested her cheek against his chest. "You're such an ass." She closed her eyes, the steady bump of his heart under her.

"I'm your ass."

She smiled and ran her fingers through the sweaty soft hair on his chest. "Damn right you are."