Spicy

by Lexi Buchanan

“It would have been less messy if you’d raised your leg and peed on me.”

  “Now, where is the fun in that?”

  I reach over into the bed of the truck and grab my gym bag, which should hopefully still have a clean shirt and jeans in…and yes it does. “Here, put these on.” She frowns at me. “Please Callie. I don’t want anyone else to see you in that dress.”

  She rolls her eyes. “Okay, but you need to clean me up first.”

  “My pleasure.”

  “Well, I guess you’re right as it’s your pleasure that’s all over me.”

  I throw my head back and laugh. She’s the sexiest little thing sitting on top of me giving me sass as I start to use my gym towel to clean her up before I pull my shirt over her head to cover her delicious breasts. Moving down, I rub her pussy with the towel, and if possible her legs open wider obviously enjoying the attention.

  She moans, and her nipples peak.

  Oh yeah, she’s enjoying the attention. I really want to carry on, but we’re only going to get away with hiding out for so long. In fact, I’m surprised Dal hasn’t come looking for me. Then again she probably knows what I’m doing and with whom. Callie has been all I’ve talked about since she arrived. Nearly every conversation I mentioned Callie. Although I hadn’t realized I did this until Dal called me on it.

  Grabbing the towel from me, she starts to clean me up taking extra care around my balls and growing dick.

  I growl. “Stop. We really need to get out of here.”

  Scooting off me, she takes the jeans with her and manages to get them up her legs as I pull mine back up and fasten myself back inside. My jeans are going to be too big on her so I root around in Donovan’s bag knowing he’ll have a neck tie in one of the pockets.

  Pulling out a dark blue one, I thread it through the loops on the jeans and fasten it. She fastens the front of the shirt into a knot, flashing her tanned belly.

  Needing air before I leap on her again, I open the door and jump out, inhaling the fresh air to calm my raging hormones. She does this to me every time. I always start with good intentions, but my intentions go out the window as soon as I look at her.

  I turn around and notice the heels are back on her feet as she slides out of the car, clutching her dress. “Spend the night with me, Reece.” I hesitate to answer, so she continues, “Please. Dal, although she didn’t seem to like me, can sleep on the sofa bed and then maybe tomorrow we can all do something. You want us to get to know each other, right?”

  That’s the truth, but I’m not sure a sleep over is the right thing to do while Dal is staying with me because she expects to sleep with me when it gets too bad at home for her. But how do I tell Callie that after just having sex with her in Donovan’s truck? Just when I think we’re on the right track, something that I know is going to set us back pops up. This is why I tried to keep my distance after the summer because I have too many complications in my life.

  “Reece?”

  “Um, sorry.” She’s waiting for a response. “Look, it’s not that easy, okay. Dal’s only here for two nights. That’s it. I want to spend the night with you more than anything, but I can’t while she’s here. I’m sorry Callie, but perhaps we can get together Monday. You told Thalia that you aren’t working, so we can do something together then.”

  I put my arm around her shoulders and start moving toward the back door of the club again; knowing full well that I’ve disappointed her. She had the right to expect me to stay over, and now I’ve basically said no, but no thanks.

  She takes a deep breath as we walk back inside and asks, “Okay, well. What about tomorrow? There’s no reason why we can’t spend the day together…unless she doesn’t want me to.”

  About to ask her why’d she think Dal wouldn’t want her to spend the day with us, when it hits me that I’ve already let Dal talk me into spending the day with her on the bike. Fuck!

  “I need the restroom,” Callie says, moving out from under my arm and disappearing inside not sounding happy. In fact, she sounded upset. Perhaps, I should go after her.

  With one foot in and one foot out of the restroom, Dal appears with raised eyebrows.

  “Something you want to tell me?” She leans against the wall.

  “No…dammit.” I walk back out and lean against the wall opposite. “I don’t know what to do with her. This thing with you and me…I need to explain to her because if I don’t I’m going to lose her.”

  “She means that much to you?”

  I rest my head against the wall behind me. “Yeah…she does.”

  “If you mean something to her then she should accept that you have a life that doesn’t involve her.”

  My eyes snap up to hers. “That’s not possible.”

  “Reece, open your eyes. If she really cares then she should want to be with you regardless, but she doesn’t, does she? She wants you to spend the night with her, right? And she doesn’t understand when you tell her that you’re spending the next two nights with me. She wants you to herself. She’s selfish and looks like those skanks you used to fuck with the way she’s dressed. You need to put her in a cab with a pat on the head or ass, whichever you prefer, and stay the hell away from her and find someone new for your booty call.”

  For the first time in as long as I can remember, I’m about ready to blow up at Dal with the things she’s saying about Callie. I don’t for one minute consider her a skank or a booty call, but tonight I’ve had enough shit between the two of them. “I’ll agree to the cab.”

  Chapter 21

  Callie

  “I’ll agree to the cab.”

  Those five words break my heart, again. What is it with him and her? For fucks sake, she’s just slashed me to him and he fuckin’ agrees! She not only called me a skank, but referred to me as a booty call, and he never stood up for me. He never disagreed.

  I feel completely crushed knowing that he’s listening to her trash me while not even fifteen minutes ago he was buried deep inside me.

  My tears pour down my face, faster than I can mop them up. I dash to the sink and throw water on my face while they continue to fall, even after I’ve tried to dry them with toilet tissue.

  No more. I can’t keep putting myself through this. Why can’t I find a nice guy who genuinely wants me? Someone who actually cares about me and wants to spend his time with me instead of another girl, one who he insists he’s only friends with.

  This sucks.

  Right now though, I need to leave the restroom. I take a deep breath and mop my tears up, just praying I hold it together long enough for me to get home or at least in a cab.

  I slowly open the door and to my surprise neither Reece nor Dal are there loitering around waiting for me. I’m not sure whether to be relieved or pissed, but right now I want to leave here and get back to my apartment.

  I can do this. I’m not a wimp, so I really can do this. Yeah, right. That’s why you’re trying to sneak out. Opening the door to the main part of the club, I spot Reece with his baldhead straightaway near the pool table and Dal standing beside him. They look to be deep in conversation. Seeing this as my chance to leave, I skim the edge of the club toward the exit. I look back to Reece and gaze straight into his eyes. I turn and dash through the front doors of the club and run the best I can to a cab, which is just dropping off a couple. “Hold the cab for me.”

  “Callie, wait.” He runs and grabs my wrist. “What the hell. What are you doing?”

  “Have you got any idea what it feels like to realize the guy I thought cared about me, who said he wants to be with me was just using me. What it feels like to know that not twenty minutes ago he was deep inside me and it was only a booty call,” I cry out at him, tears streak my vision, running down my face, but I don’t wipe them away. He has hurt me so much, I want him to really see the pain he’s caused. “And now I’m getting in a cab to go back to my apartment where I will wash myself of you once and for all, and where I will start dating guys who want to be with me, who don’t w
ant to use me.”

  “You heard Dal?” He rubs his neck. “Fuck. You know what, why don’t you grow up and start to realize everything doesn’t revolve around you,” he shouts.

  What the fuck! Why the hell is this my fault?

  “I asked you if I was your girl and with your reaction to the question, I presumed I was, so is it so wrong of me to want to spend time with my boyfriend? To want to give him the benefit of the doubt by initiating an outing with someone who he keeps telling me is just a friend, only to overhear said friend, calling me a skank and a booty call…and you,” I cry, “you just stood there saying nothing and agreed with her to put me in a cab. Well, I’m done. You’ve had numerous chances and I’m not doing this anymore because it hurts too much.” Pushing free of him, I shoot him one last look; anger and fear clear in the tears running down my face as I jump into the cab. Slamming the door, I manage to get my address out before I fall apart.

  ~ * ~

  “Callie, it’s been three weeks. You can’t keep avoiding him.” I give her an evil glare, which she laughs off and continues, “Look, I know he was an ass, but there are a lot of guys out there who you can make him jealous with, and when I see him at the club tonight I’m going to tell him you’re out on a hot date.” She grins. “Go shower or something and I’ll see you in the morning.” Thalia closes my bedroom door seconds before I hear the front door closing.

  She’s been on at me for the past two weeks to get out and make Reece jealous, but what she doesn’t understand is that I don’t want to make him jealous because I don’t want to have anything else to do with him. He’s broken my heart twice now and the second time hurt. It hurt so bad knowing he agreed with what she said. The fact that he didn’t say anything in my defense sealed his guilt in my eyes.

  His actions the last three weeks have cemented that fact. He didn’t care enough about me to stop me that night, didn’t care to come rushing over. In fact, since that night, he hasn’t tried to contact me and he hasn’t been around to the apartment to see Phoenix. Donovan’s tried to talk to me, but I’ve not wanted to listen to him. Why should I? He’s not going to say anything to persuade me otherwise.

  Instead of focusing on Reece, I’ve been trying to get on with my life. I’ve thrown myself into the routine, going to classes, picking up extra shifts at work. When Friday night finally comes, like tonight, I let myself fall apart briefly. It was that falling apart that led to my mom talking me into going home for the weekend. She wanted me there to celebrate some big contract or other. It’s something I would have normally passed on, but I can’t really go back on my word to my mom now, not when they’ve already bought my ticket. I’m just hoping she doesn’t have any ideas about fixing me up with one of her friend’s sons. On the rare occasion I do go home for these parties of my parents, there always just happens to be one or two eligible bachelors – drives me crazy.

  Perhaps being away from here will help get over him because nothing else is helping. He told me he would most likely screw up, but I sure as hell didn’t expect him to screw up in the way that he did. I still find it difficult to accept that he’d just stood there while she trashed me. So yeah, I’m pissed and heartbroken because he’d gotten to me – big time. He brought the wicked out in me, the bad girl, like no one else ever had.

  I sigh, my mind refusing to switch off. It’s filled with thoughts of going home tomorrow and whether or not I’ll be coming back...

  ~ * ~

  “Callie, I really wish you’d tell me what’s going on with you,” Mom says barging into my room. “You’ve been home for two weeks. You’re getting behind with your studies.” Mom opens my curtains before turning to glare at me. “I’ve left you alone for long enough. You either tell me what’s going on or I’m taking you back to college. You’re so close to finishing; please don’t let all that work go to waste… Are you listening to me?”

  “Yes, Mom.” I guess I’ve done well to not have her going on and on at me all the time I’ve been home, but part of me feels as though it will be final if I announce I want to go to the local college instead of back to Chicago. She’ll also be telling me “I told you so.” Mom tried to talk me into going to the local college when I was eighteen, but I was adamant that I wanted to go away to school. I don’t regret my decision back then because I have a great friend in Thalia, even if we don’t spend our time together anymore, I know she’ll be there for me anytime I need her. I just don’t think I have the energy to finish school back there, where the cause of my current heartache is.

  “Is this about a boy?” Mom asks, coming to sit beside me on my bed.

  The tears come out of nowhere. One minute I’m thinking about my studies and the next I’m in a flood of tears.

  “Oh, honey. Come here baby girl.” My mom climbs on my bed and lying down beside me, pulls me into her arms. She holds me real tight while I cry all over her, rubbing my back in the same soothing motion she used when I was a small child. This is what I need. My mom.

  She lets me cry for what feels like ages, but is probably only five minutes before setting me slightly away from her. “Talk to me. What did he do?”

  I swallow down another sob, and tell her, “Reece…” I take a deep breath. “Reece was an ass. I thought we had something good, you know? But then a friend of his from back home came to visit him, and although I was jealous, I tried to be friendly toward her, but I overheard her saying some bad things about me to Reece.” I start sobbing again. “He didn’t say anything in my defense…he just agreed.” I hiccup.

  “Oh honey. I’m really sorry. Have you spoken to him since?”

  I shake my head and try to hide my disappointment. It’s been five weeks since I’ve seen or spoken to him and I need to get my life back on track. Despite all my hard work over the years, the only thing that seems to make any sense is to transfer out, take the loss and finish at the local college. I take a deep breath. I’ve been going over this for weeks and there’s no more thinking about it, I’m going to do it.

  “I want to finish college in town.”

  My mom stills against me. “Are you sure? What about Thalia? And surely this will pass.”

  I sigh. “It may pass,” I say knowing it’s going to take a long time to forget him, if ever, “but he’s one of Phoenix’s best friends so it’s getting kinda awkward around the place. Thalia won’t be happy, but she’ll understand.” I hope. “I’m going to miss being around them, but I really thought Reece and I had something, you know.” I sniffle into a tissue.

  “We can drive into town and go to the admissions office to see if they’ll accept you. They’ll be able to tell us the correct procedure of doing all this.” She gives me a pensive look. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

  I shake my head. “Not really,” sniffle, “but I can’t be around him anymore. I don’t want to see him. Can we leave it for a few days.” God, I’m so indecisive.

  “If that’s what you want.” Mom gets off my bed and starts to fiddle with the curtains, that she’s already opened. “Why don’t you have a shower and put on some clean clothes…not pajamas, and come downstairs.” Walking toward the door, she turns back to me, but avoids looking into my eyes. “Hurry up, Callie.” And with that she’s gone. Why wouldn’t she meet my eyes?

  Taking a deep breath, I slide out of bed and make my way to my bedroom window. Shoving the curtains to one side, I look down to see if there are any cars parked and there is – one very sleek, black car. No idea what, but it looks rather expensive and fast. Hmmm. So we have a guest, no wonder Mom wants me downstairs looking all nice and presentable. I’ll bet he’s either the son of one of my parents’ friends, or he’s a business associate of my fathers, but no matter what I can practically guarantee that he will be around my age.

  With a heavy sigh, I head toward the bathroom to shower; at least then I’ll feel more human.

  Chapter 22

  Reece

  It’s been five weeks since I watched Callie drive away from me in the cab.
I was pissed and hurt that she didn’t trust me enough to be with me regardless of Dal and it took me a couple of days to get over myself, and realize that it was me keeping silent while Dal trashed her that hurt Callie. I was a bastard for that and as soon as we arrived back at my apartment, I told Dal not to say another word about my girl, ex-girl – oh fuck!

  After letting Dal, who I really shouldn’t be listening to, talk me into waiting for Callie to come back to me instead of going chasing after her, I had to face Donovan. Yeah, that didn’t go down too well especially after three weeks had gone by and he informed me that she’d gone home. To say I’d gone on a drinking binge is an understatement. I just thank God that I hadn’t chose to lose myself in other girls – no way did I want to do that, not if I wanted to go after her.

  When Thalia found out my plans to go get my girl, she told me to leave her alone because I’ve caused her enough hurt and upset to last her a lifetime, but I’m not too sure I’m capable of doing that. She’s mine and no matter what I’ve promised Dal in the past, I need to break it and tell Callie the truth about her. I just hope it all works itself out because I’ve screwed up enough with Callie and when I win her over this time nothing and no one is going to come between us.

  My mind made up, I need to make arrangements to leave for a few days or longer if I need to because I’m not coming back unless Callie is with me. Coming back alone is not an option.

  Grabbing my bag from the shelf above the closet, I throw it onto the bed and retrieve some shirts from the dresser along with some shorts. That should do, but maybe another pair of jeans.

  “Going somewhere?” Dal asks me, dropping her bag in the doorway.

  I pause. “What are you doing here?” She’d gone back home after the disaster of a weekend and I hadn’t really spoken to her since. Had no interest really because I blamed her for taking part in my girl leaving. Yeah, I’m an ass and know deep down that I should have defended her, but I’d had enough and just wanted the night to end. And it did, just not the way I’d have preferred.