“Oomph.” I rub my ribs giving Phoenix the finger. Shit that hurt, but I’ll be damned before I let him know it’s still hurting like a fucker. “What the hell’s wrong with you?”
“What’s wrong with me? The first time you’re in the same room as Callie, and what do you go and do? Fuck, a fucking groupie whore. Open your goddamn eyes.” He turns back to look at me, but not before I catch his eyes straying behind me. I will not turn around. I will not turn around.
Fuck! I turn around. Luke’s got his hand on Callie’s hair. One of her curls, wrapping around his finger. No way.
Phoenix smirks before walking on stage.
Just as I’m about to blow the gig and drag Callie somewhere away from that bastard, Donovan wraps his arm around my neck, practically dragging me onto the stage.
“She’s fine. Leave it for now.” Donovan releases me and starts his round of the stage getting everyone worked up.
Usually, that’s me, but I can’t stop looking at Callie. I didn’t fuck the chick. I couldn’t do it knowing Callie was outside the room. Yeah, didn’t stop you from having her suck you off though, did it?
Chapter 5
Callie
“Your hair’s so soft.” Luke laughs. “I bet a gorgeous girl like you gets that a lot.” He continues to play with the loose strands of my hair, letting them wrap around his fingers.
I look up, meeting his eyes, and then gulp with nerves. He’s a gorgeous guy. About my height, full of colorful tattoos…and muscle. Licking my lips, I glance at Thalia who’s watching us closely. She winks when I catch her eye, giving me the thumbs up.
“Only once before,” I whisper, trying to fight my way through my emotions. While I’m here with Luke, flirting with him, I’m feeling shy, and can’t quite get the bad girl act going. Why now? Well, I’ll tell you why now. The why is about thirty feet in front of me wearing the meanest looking scowl I’ve ever seen anyone wear. In fact, I’m feeling more nervous than shy and it’s because of the looks Reece keeps throwing at me.
Taking a deep breath, I turn back to Luke and give him a sweet smile. Laying on the Texas charm, I reach out and run a finger along his arm. He breaks out in goose bumps. Inwardly smiling, I ask, “So tell me Luke…are you really known as the panty stealer?” I lick my lips again, flicking my hair over my shoulder while waiting for his answer.
When he gets over his initial shock at my question, he laughs. Maybe embarrassed. Hmm. I cock an eyebrow, waiting for him to reply. Is he blushing? I grin. There is nothing for it. A huge grin splits my face at the big bad ass standing in front of me – blushing.
He moves a tad closer, and whispers, “That’s actually Taron or was, but tell me, are you going to let me steal yours?”
I should have known that, but he has my brain befuddled.
With one hand still attached to my hair, he slides his other hand along my arm. Tickling along my skin and leaving a trail of heat. Why the hell do I have to get turned on by him? When my intention was to make Reece hot and bothered knowing what he’s given up?
I glance to the stage and Reece looks ready to come over to us and kick some ass. Well, if he can go off with a skank in front of me then why the hell can’t I have some fun? It’s only fair.
Leaning in, I whisper in his ear, “To steal mine, I’d have to be wearing them.” Pulling back, I snicker seeing the heat in his eyes. I’m wearing them, but he doesn’t need to know that, and realistically he’s not going to be finding out.
Before I can move back out of his space, his hands land on my hips, keeping me close. Meeting his eyes again, I see lust, clear as day. Shit. A trill of apprehension runs through me and my smile falters for a half second. I’m not sure I’m ready for this. I shouldn’t have said what I did. I’ve always hated girls who tease guys. Not their guy in a playful way, but to get a random guy to pay attention to them, only to back out at the last minute, which is what I’m about to do. This isn’t me.
“Luke, get your ass over here.”
His hands tighten against me before he releases the hold he has on my hips and shouts over his shoulder, “Taron, cut the shit. I’ll be there in a minute.” He rubs along his lips with one of his hands, and his eyes are filled with a lot of questions that I’m not sure I want to answer. “You staying around? We can get some drinks later. Here at the club.”
What will it hurt? We’re planning on sticking around until later anyway. “Okay.” I offer him a shy smile. “I’d like that.”
He grins, backing away from me. “I’ll be back real soon.” He trips backwards over some cable on the floor, only just catching himself before he ends up on his ass.
“Come on lover boy.” Talon, who is Taron’s twin, hits him on the back, laughing, but not before Luke looks back toward me, with an embarrassed grin.
“Ohmygod. Callie, are you crazy? Reece is going to flip. I’m surprised he stayed on the stage with you flirting like crazy with Luke.” Thalia grabs hold of my arm to get my attention.
I sigh. “Look…Reece isn’t interested in me anymore. He went off with that skank.” I inhale and exhale, slowly to try and prevent my tears from falling. “You told me I had to move on, which is what I’m trying to do.” I hold my hand up to stop her interrupting me. “I know all Luke is after is a good time. That’s all I want. I’m not sure if I’m ready to be with someone else. I was only with Reece for an afternoon of delight,” I grin, “and the evening, but…we connected. Or at least I thought we did and I’m just not ready to connect in that way with someone else.”
“You know what we need?” She grins. I know that she heard everything I said, but in true Thalia form, she knows I need her to change the subject.
I shake my head. “Do I want to know what we need?”
“Let’s go and watch the guys from the front. I can’t really see Phoenix from here, and I’m thirsty.”
Taking my arm, we about-turn and jump down the few steps leading away from the stage. How Thalia knows where she’s going is beyond me because I can’t see a damn thing. It’s pitch black with flashes of light from within the club, every time the door at the end of the corridor opens.
“Thalia...” I trail off. My breathing is becoming uneven with the panic welling up inside me. I can’t do this. The walls are closing in. All the time I’m putting one foot in front of the other while I cling to Thalia.
She opens the door and pulls me into the actual club. We’ve come out close to the bar, which isn’t too crushed with people. Because of Deception performing on stage everyone is pushing forward and dancing.
I’m trying to get myself centered when Thalia shoves a bottle of water into my hand. “Drink.”
I guzzle the water down, which helps quell the panic I’m feeling. Ever since being a small child and getting locked in the attic, I’ve had a fear of the dark. I’d gone up there to hide from the boy next-door who I’d seen arrive with his parents. He’d looked up to my bedroom window the minute he’d stepped from his father’s car. He gave me the chills. Still does if I’m honest. He always watches me…he just stares…constantly. My parents had no idea I was hiding up there, and closed then locked the door. It had been two hours later when they’d discovered where I was, but by then I’d been in major panic mode. So now every time I’m in the dark, my panic attack kicks in.
Thalia is the only one of my friends who knows about my hang-up and the reason why. Creepy Drew. I shudder.
“I was about to ask if you’re feeling better, but I think I’ll wait.” Thalia pulls me closer to the glass and chrome bar before pushing me down onto one of the bar stools.
My breathing has actually started picking up again so I look around, starting with the hottie behind the bar. Mmm, I wouldn’t mind him making me feel better.
“Hmm! I see you’re finally feeling better.” She grins at me, having a good look at the guy who is tending bar. “Nice ass.”
“Not as nice as Reece’s.” I smirk, and without meeting her eyes, I look toward the stage…and sigh. Will I eve
r get over Reece? He’s so damn sexy with his long legs hidden behind denim, leading up to his tight ass and package. And what a package it is too.
Licking my lips, my gaze wanders up to the waistband of his jeans and can just make out the top of the pistol tattoos he has on that sexy ‘V’ of his. The tattoos end so damn close to his cock and just the thought of them and how he reacted when I licked around them is enough to have me wet, and aching. He’d been standing at the foot of the bed, me on my hands and knees while I worked him over with my mouth. Donovan had been kneeling behind me on the bed, wedged between my thighs with his cock buried deep inside me. So fucking hot…God, it’s hot in here.
I move my tank away from the front of my body to cool down some, but with the images in my head mixing with the image of him up there on stage, I’ve no chance.
“You are so obvious…and stop squirming in your seat. It’s about to become embarrassing.” Thalia laughs before taking a deep swallow from her longneck.
Narrowing my eyes, I take in her flushed complexion. Never mind me, Thalia is getting hot and bothered herself, her eyes glued to Phoenix, and she looks ready to orgasm where she stands. “Yeah. Right. As though you’re not doing some squirming of your own.”
She laughs. “Do you blame me? All three of them are so hot.” She points toward the stage with her drink. “Phoenix is going to be hard as hell when he leaves the stage, so I’ll have to go and help him relieve all that tension.” She grins.
I push her slightly on the shoulder. “Did I really need to know that?” Chuckling, I finish my drink trying to avoid looking back toward the stage again. Unfortunately, my eyes have a mind of their own and travel back to the stage and Reece. I freeze. Is he looking at me? He seems to be looking directly at me, but it’s so dark, there’s no way…
“Callie?”
I hear Thalia calling my name, but I ignore her. I can’t move my eyes from the bad boy who’s holding my gaze. My breathing is erratic. My nipples are hard pebbles and I have a throb in a place that’s damn right inconvenient.
“Callie?”
Thalia snaps her fingers in front of my face, which draws my attention away from the smirking face of Reece and back to the grinning face of my best friend.
No words are needed. I grin and let out a whoosh of air. God, what this guy does to me.
Chapter 6
Reece
My dick’s about to punch through the zipper of my jeans after the hot stare I’ve just shared with her. She’s driving me crazy and causing a dent in my social life – as in, I’m unable to bring myself to actually fuck anyone else. My fist has had a lot of use recently thanks to the dip or two I had between her thighs. It doesn’t want to be inside anyone else, but Callie – the girl I screwed up with so badly.
With the images of Callie flashing before my eyes, my dick lengthens, needing relief. Closing my eyes, I try and breathe through the desperate throb, knowing the only way to get rid of it is in private.
Coming back to myself when the crowd starts to cheer and clap at the end of our gig, I leave all my gear on stage and walk off, ignoring Phoenix and Donovan. I want Callie. I need to explain – I’m not sure how – but I need to try and get her back, and quickly before I fuckin’ come in my jeans like a horny boy. I laugh – horny boy – I’m so turned on right now that I’ve decided to go after what or rather who I want instead of acting like an ass every time we’re in the same vicinity. In fact, if I grow any bigger I’m not sure I’ll fit inside her tight cunt.
Groaning, I look up and come to an abrupt stop. I’ve found Callie and she’s with him, again, Luke from Rebel Walking.
“No fucking way.”
“Leave her.” Donovan stands beside me watching her.
“I thought you wanted her again.” I clench my fist trying to stay put instead of walking over to them and wrenching her free before pounding my fist into his face.
“She still wants you. Why, I’ve no idea, but she does.” He laughs. “I wouldn’t start anything with him if I were you though.”
I stay silent, refusing to meet his eyes. “What do you think my chances are?” I clamp my mouth shut on the words, but it’s too late, I already said what I didn’t mean to. After staring through me, Donovan replies, “I’m not sure what’s going on between you and Dal, but whatever it is, it has to stop. If you’re unable to do that, then you need to leave Callie alone because she deserves someone who can offer her their undivided attention, and not someone who drops everything, even in the middle of the most intimate act to rush off to another woman.”
I’m so fucking screwed because there is no way I can let Dal out of my life. I’m all she has. Getting rid of Dal isn’t going to work, but…
“Hey, you want to go outside?” Her voice purrs in my ear and I turn to see the chick from earlier.
Do I? Do I want to go outside and let out all my frustration out on the chick from before?
Looking across to Callie again, she’s still engrossed in conversation with him. Probably hasn’t glanced in my direction since I was on stage with the guys.
“Let’s go.” I wrap my arm around her neck as her arm slips around my waist and into the back of my jeans where she pinches me on the ass. Yeah, my dick starts to come to life again. Perhaps, all isn’t lost.
I ignore the scowl on Donovan’s face as we walk past him toward the back exit. There’s more people than normal back stage with Rebel Walking being here, but I manage to shoulder through them and all the equipment lying around not to mention the security that comes with them.
Finally punching out through the door, I drag…um, whatever she’s named with me away from the lights on the building to a secluded wall where I start to become – nervous. I’m acting like a total dick and I’m not even sure I’m going to be able to follow through. Christ this chicks already sucked me off once tonight without asking anything else from me. What kind of bastard does that make me? You can do it – think of Callie.
Inhaling, I push her up against the wall, drop to my knees and slide my hands up, inside her skirt. I can do this. What the fucks wrong with me? I’m a guy.
Stroking around her ass, she’s wearing a black, lacy thong, which I move to the side, sliding a finger between her pussy lips. Hearing her groan, she grips my head in her hands. Letting her push me toward her pussy, I place a kiss on top of her mound and inhale her. Aroused woman. My dick wants its freedom now. Wanting to get off after getting aroused as fuck on stage.
Growling, I rip her thong from her body, lift one of her legs over my shoulder and start to work her over. She’s average, nothing like Callie, but she’s a hot, wet and willing woman and I’m not going to pass up. Not anymore.
Licking and sucking her clit, she writhes against my mouth, pressing into me, wanting more, which I give her by shoving two fingers inside her. She comes apart, and I’m about to burst. Shooting to my feet, I free my erection; quickly wrap it before turning her around and replacing my fingers in her cunt with my dick.
Grabbing her hips, I close my eyes, and imagine I’m inside Callie. I’m feeling Callie’s wet heat surrounding me. It’s Callie whose cunt is fluttering with spasms up and down my cock. Callie who has my dick hard as rock, seconds from exploding into orgasm.
Clamping my jaw shut, I start to move in and out of her soaked channel the way I did back in Alabama. She’d been a tighter fit then, because Donovan had been in her ass, but she’d wanted me in her cunt, holding her against me. She never moved her eyes from mine. The whole time it was all about us despite the fact that Donovan was there. Even when I raised my head and sucked her rosy nipples into my mouth, our eyes never left the others.
She’d shaken apart, squeezing my cock so fucking hard my orgasm had shot out of me, before I could even think, without warning.
Feeling the tingle at the base of my spine working its way through to my balls, I release into the condom – groaning. “Callie,” I whisper into her neck and feel her freeze.
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My eyes snap open and everything comes rushing back, ready to run me over.
“No...”
The sound is a strangled whisper, but it feels like a scream to me. I whip my head around and fuck me! Of all the people to catch me inside another woman it has to be Callie. I meet her eyes, and watch them fill with tears. She covers her mouth with her hand before yanking the door open, and disappearing back inside.
I withdraw my shriveled cock from inside the woman I’ve just used. Yanking up my jeans, I fall to my knees and lose the entire contents of my stomach. The girl I’m so fucking screwed up over has just caught me fucking an unnamed chick. I finally finish retching my guts up and use the dumpster in front of me to help hall my ass up from the ground.
Finding my feet, I throw the condom into the dumpster, tuck my junk away before facing the girl I’ve just used. The pain in my gut is telling me to go after Callie, but my heads telling me to stop being a dick and apologize to the girl in front of me. The one standing there, her skirt still crumpled around her waist, with a hurt look on her face; holding back tears. Calling out someone else’s name as you climax is a fucking shit thing to do. I’ve never done it before. Then again, I’ve never been screwed up over someone else before, either.
Rubbing my head, I finally meet her eyes. “I’m really sorry.” I start to walk toward the door, but turn back at the last minute, and say, “C’mon, back inside. Let me buy you a drink.”
She takes a minute to decide before placing a smile back on her face. She takes a deep breath, yanks her skirt down and walks toward me as though nothing has happened.
“A drink would be good.” She stands back while I open the door for her. “She’s the one from before, isn’t she? The one whose name you called out. Why aren’t you with her? Then again, never mind. You probably screwed it up.”
Shaking her head, she leaves me and wobbles into Simon, the club’s manager who shows some interest by taking her arm and leading her out to the front of the club.
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