by Dani René
“Dance with me, Ms. Quinn.” I rise and offer her my hand. When she slips hers in mine, I draw her up and we make our way to the nearly empty dance floor. The lyrics are perfect for how I feel about my extraordinary woman. My love for her is more than physical, it’s embedded in my soul.
Open up my eyes and feel your heartbeat
As we lay with your body pressed against mine
And I know, and I know this very moment
This will be, this will be till the end of time
I want you to know
This love is more than chemical
It feels unusual
And I can't get enough
You know-oh-oh
This love is more than chemical
And we're unbreakable
Oh be forevermore
More than chemical
Every time the darkness falls around me
I can feel you move beneath my skin
Eh and
Something strange is happening inside me
Don't know where you end and I begin
I want you to know
As the song comes to an end, I realize it’s time. This is it. When I first saw Tayla walk into my house, I knew I had to have her. You see, there’s something I have never told anyone before. Love for me was something that I believed I should stay away from. When I saw the pain my mother went through after my father left, I promised myself that love was something I would rather not have. Now that I have Tay in my life, I want love, I want everything I was so afraid to feel.
As she steps back, I stop her by holding her wrist. “Wait.” Her face is passive as I drop to one knee in the middle of the busy restaurant. Everyone is still chatting and eating, but as soon as the whispers travel around the room, everyone stops. They’re all watching us.
“Callum, what are you doing?” Her blush is beautiful. I want her to blush for me everyday for the rest of my fucking life. The MC holds the mic out to me and I grab it with one hand, holding Tay’s with the other.
“Tayla Quinn, you stumbled into my life. Literally. It’s been almost nine months of an intense and wild ride. We’ve been through a lot and somehow you’re still here with me. I don’t know why.” The crowd laughs, but they hang on to every word. So does she. “I never wanted love. The fear of seeing what my mother went through, made me a cynical bastard. I went through life thinking women were just there for entertainment, I didn’t involve feelings or my heart.”
Her breathing hitches and tears fill her eyes. “That is until you strolled into my life. Threw a mug of coffee over me. Until you ordered me not to be intrusive and interrupt you while you’re speaking. Until you forced me to realize that love isn’t something I should be scared of, but something I need to embrace with both hands. Now, as I kneel before you, I need to accept not only you, but us, with both hands. You’re the lyrics to my song, the melody to my life, and the symphony to my forever. Tayla Quinn, will you do me the honor of being Mrs. Callum Hayes and be my wife? Be my happy ending?”
The place is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone is holding their breath, so am I. She’s silent while her gaze wanders over me, then to our enthusiastic audience. We’re all waiting with bated breath. I want to say something more, but I prefer not to interrupt her. When her gaze settles on me then, she grins and nods.
“Yes, Callum.” Two of the most magnificent words I ever heard. The crowd applauds, and the MC grabs the mic from me. I pull my girl into me, picking her up and twirling her around. “Cal?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Do I get a ring?” My loud chuckle echoes through the restaurant. Letting her down. I tug the box from my pocket. Snapping it open, I grasp out the elegant white gold ring. It’s also custom designed. A single solitaire diamond surrounded by pink diamonds. As quickly as it slips onto her finger, the music starts, and the announcement of our engagement is made.
I don’t know how long we danced that night, but I can tell you, by the time I took my fiancé to the bedroom I wasn’t tired when I stripped her out of the beautiful dress she wore and made love to her till the sun came up.
Callum
The music room is quiet tonight, and I enjoy the welcome silence. We’ve just finished filming our latest video and I need to take a few day off. It’s been three weeks since Tay and I got engaged, and she has been busy trying to finalize the wedding plans. Kierra has been incredible with the schedule, venues, and everything else my girl needs.
As I take a seat on the bench in front of the piano, I inhale a long deep breath. There’s a song I’ve been working on for the ceremony. I want to surprise her and I only have time to write when my angel isn’t here. She’s sneaky though. She found my notebook the other night wanting to know what I was writing.
We've decided on warm weather for our celebration, so we have set a date in summer. We have rented a winery in Napa. It’s romantic, beautiful and we will stay after the reception. The girls have been shopping for dresses non-stop and Tayla has her mind on something particular. I can’t wait to feast my eyes on her in the dress. Out of it too.
“Cal.” Her soft sweet voice tugs me from dirty thoughts and vivid images.
“What’s up, Petal?” Twisting to face her, I notice she’s dressed in a floor length charcoal dressing gown. It's new, I haven't seen it before. “You buy that today?” She nods, shutting the door. She turns the lock with a soft click.
“I wanted to say hi. I missed you.” Her tentative steps towards me allow me to fully take her in. The robe is sheer and in the dim light of the lamps behind her, her curves are visible through the satin material. An exquisite sight and my cock agrees, throbbing in agony against my zipper.
“I missed you too, gorgeous.” She reaches up and slips off the thin robe. The lump in my throat nearly suffocates me as I try to swallow past it. She’s wearing a tiny black thong, matching corset, and a garter belt. I didn’t notice it earlier, but she also has a pair of black heels on her feet. “Fuck.”
“You like?”
“Jesus, Tayla, I fucking love.” My groan is evidence enough that my lust for her is through the roof. Her sweet giggle sends electric currents to my dick. I am aching to fill her tight wet cunt. “Come over here.” She complies. As soon as she’s standing between my thighs, my hands hold onto the backs of her knees. “Lean over.” When she does, I have an incredible view of her luscious tits.
Chestnut eyes stare at me, waiting for my next command. “Do you enjoy making me hard for you?” Her nod is brief. Her pupils dilate as I caress her legs. I grip her hips, pushing her back. Rising from my seat, we’re now face to face. Or face to chest. She’s a head shorter than me, and when I glance down, the beautiful cleavage has a low groan rumbling in my throat.
“Cal…”
“Shhh, Petal. I am in charge. I want you to hold onto the edge of the piano. You will bend over, till your sexy little ass is poised for me. Then you are to spread your legs wide. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Callum.” A smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth. I step backward and watch her lean forward. It’s taken all my strength not to spank her creamy skin or rip that tiny scrap of material from her body and ram inside her. The room is so quiet. Her breaths are the only thing I hear. And they’re becoming harsher. The anticipation of what I’m about to do is turning her on.
Unzipping my jeans, I drop them to the floor, and tug my tee off. I am standing in a pair of briefs and nothing else. I pad towards her. With a tight grip on her hips, I press my rigid cock against her ass. “Cal… Please?” Without warning, I raise my hand, bringing it down on her peach ass. The red print appears and I can’t help smiling. Mine.
“What, Petal? You came in here for something tonight. You want my cock darling? You need me to fill your tight little pussy deep and hard?”
“Yes. I do.”
I rain a second swat on the other cheek of her porcelain flesh. Her long hair is loose. Perfect. Fisting it, I pull her up against me. “You ache for me? Like th
is?” Thrusting my erection between her ass cheeks again earns me a sexy whimper. When she pushes against me, I know she’s probably dripping. “My naughty little angel is wet for me, isn’t she?”
Her head moves, in what I can only assume to be a nod. “Be quiet okay.” Another attempt at agreeing with me and I push her over on the black shiny wood of the piano. With a swift move, I rip the thong from her body. Her gasp is louder than I want, which earns her two more swats.
But when I squat behind her it’s me who groans loudly. Her sweet nectar scent intoxicates me. With my tongue flat against her, I lick her long and slow. Fuck! My dick is throbbing painfully. I can’t handle it anymore. Rising, I shove my briefs off and without a word, plunge deep into her. To the hilt. The sexy noises that escape her mouth have me pulsing inside her.
Pulling out and slamming back in, my body trembling. Again and again. I am coiled so tight I may snap. “Cal… Cal.. um..” Her broken words rip me from a haze of lust. “I ache for you everywhere.” It takes a minute for her request to sink into my sex fuelled brain. My thumb circles the puckered hole I have been dying to claim.
“Here, baby? You want me to take your tight little ass?” There are no words, only a nod. I pull out of her sopping pussy, sliding two fingers into her. Using her arousal as lubricant, I tease the incredibly tight hole. She’s so fucking tight. I won’t last long.
My fingers slip into her slowly. “Relax, baby. I need you calm. Okay?” She nods again. My fingers slide into her ass. As soon as she relaxes, my fingers slide in easily. She trusts me with her body. It’s the biggest turn on ever.
When I nudge her with the crown of my shaft she whimpers. Slowly working the tip into her. “That’s it baby. Just relax.” My fingers slide into her pussy and flick her clit, tweaking it. Taking her concentration off my cock and onto what my hand is doing. She relaxes as I inch my way deeper. Slow. Methodical. As soon as I slip into the tightest part of her, my eyes roll back. Jesus, fuck! “God, Tay, you feel so good. So fucking good.”
“Fuck me, Callum. Please?” That’s what I needed to hear. My body moves of its own volition. Sliding in and out. Faster. Harder. Slower. My mind is blank. All that matters, is our joined bodies. My grip on her hips will leave a bruise, there’s no doubt. My cock pistons into her. “Yes, Cal. I’m close.” Those four words bring me to the edge. I reach around and tweak her hard bud with my thumb and forefinger sending her crashing into the abyss with me. My Angel. My Petal. Forever.
Between Lust & Tears - Book Two
(Release date late 2016)
Liam
“Do not fuck this up brother.” Callum’s glare hits me with a ferocity I have only ever once seen on his face. When I drove him home from the hospital and I helped Tay carry him in. My hand slipped and I touched her breast. It was an accident. I swear. He didn’t think it was, my brother knows me all too well. How am I supposed to spend almost twenty-four seven around her and not wonder what she would feel like around my dick. Yea, I know. I’m an asshole. I would never do it though. I love my brother and I respect Tay too much to be an ass to her.
“I am not a child. I can handle being around Emm without trying anything. Just go.” Not sure if I am trying to convince him or myself.
“Liam, you can’t fuck around with Emma, she’s Tay’s sister and I do not want her crying into the wedding cake.” With a groan I turn to walk away, but he follows me. I knew he would. “You’re not to fuck her, date her, kiss her, or anything with her.”
“Anything? So I can’t pick her up from the airport?”
“Don’t be an asshole.”
“Fine. Nothing. She’s my kid sister. Kind of.”
“Exactly.” He spins on his heel and walks out. He’s taking Tayla to Napa for a week before the wedding. I am supposed to babysit Emma, but the only problem is, I remember what she feels like, and what she tastes like. This is going to be one long fucking week.
“Liam.”
“Ryan.”
“I know what you’re thinking. It’s not a good idea.”
“What am I thinking?” I turn to face my best friend. He’s known me for ten years. Everything I’ve done he’s been there, either telling me I’m wrong, or giving me advice.
“Don’t sleep with her. Please.”
“I already slept with her. In London, remember. She was hot, sexy, and sweet.”
“Liam, you know that you’re a heartbreaker. This is Tay’s sister—”
“Goddammit, Ryan. I know who she is. Why the fuck does everyone keep reminding me?” My frustration is getting to me. I need to get out of here. “I’ll see you later.” Grabbing my helmet, I make my way towards the garage. A long ride on my girl will make me feel better. And before you go thinking I am talking about a girl with tits. I’m not. I am talking about the 750cc horsepower that is my Suzuki. The only woman who never lets me down.
The only thing my bike can’t do for me, is suck my cock. Turning the key, the engine roars to life, and I pull out onto the road. Maybe a ride down to Santa Monica will ease the tension of the upcoming week.
To be alone with that feisty little minx is going to be difficult. Maybe I can convince her to stay at the house, and not my apartment. But if her sister and my brother find out I dumped her there, I will be in more shit that it’s worth. I will just have to suck it up.
I wonder what she sleeps in? Something slinky I bet. Those curves are going to kill me. I remember them like it was yesterday that my hands roamed them. That smooth tanned skin that trembled under my touch. Fuck it! Opening up the engine, I speed down the motorway. Hoping to rid my mind of images of that beautiful brunette. She’s too young for me anyway. She’s only just turned twenty-five. I am thirty-six. That makes me an old man in her books. Doesn’t it? I mean. Would she even want me?
She did when we met in London. Maybe it was just for fun? As I pull up to the parking lot, I stop in the space allocated for bikes, and kill the engine. Who knows what could happen. It’s been almost four months since I saw her. She might have a boyfriend.
Why the fuck do I care? This isn’t me. I’m losing my touch. My spark. I need to get laid, badly. Swinging my leg over the bike, I kick out the stand and make my way into the store. The blonde that’s behind the cash register eyes me up and offers a bright smile. Yea, darling. I definitely came here for the view. I can feel her gaze drinking me in. Every fucking inch. They’re all the same. Need. Want. Desire. When they hear my name, or recognize me, that’s even worse.
See, my brother thinks I enjoy it. And, to a certain extent I do, but there are times I want the fight, the chase.
Keep an eye out for more from the Backstage Series. Book Two follows Liam and Emma. Can they get together without repercussions? Or will Liam’s bad boy ways be too much for Emma to handle?
Coming to a Kindle near you soon!
Music plays an important role in my writing process,
from the character development to the scenes in my stories.
I love sharing the songs I listen to, so if you’re on Spotify,
you can find my playlists for all my books over there.
But these are the songs that inspired me while writing Between Love & Fire.
Aaron Richards – Monster
Foxes – Devil Side
Seether, ft Amy Lee – Broken
Ron Pope – Wherever You Go
Within Temptation – Dirty Dancer
Maroon 5 – Maps
Lana Del Rey – Born To Die
Kerli – Chemical
Black Elk – Intro
Birdy – No Angel
Birdy – Not About Angels
Boy Epic – Tell Me You Love Me
Lana Del Rey – Religion
Kiiara, Jai Wolf – Feels
Tove Lo – Talking Body
Maroon 5 – Animals
Hinder – Rather Hate Than Hurt
Selena Gomez, A$AP Rocky – Good For You
Jason Walker – Echo
Ron Pope – A Drop In T
he Ocean
The Cab – These Are The Lies
Pink – Try
Zendaya – Replay
RESH – Half The Man
Ed Sheeran – Bloodstream
Lady Gaga, R. Kelly – Do What U Want
Jewel – Foolish Games
Jasmine Thompson – Like I’m Gonna Lose You
Madi Diaz – Ashes
Tim McGraw, Faith Hill – It’s Your Love
BANNERS – Start A Riot
Alan Walker – Faded
S. Carey – Fire Scene
https://open.spotify.com/user/22qzclbobe2imphgpvtuktvbi/playlist/7sklnGEDrdgSjBUZPYIBB4
To the crazy peeps who TRY TO keep me in line
They all say that you can’t choose your family, but you can choose your friends. That’s very true. And the friends I surround myself with are incredible. The ladies that are always there, to listen to me whine, moan, and freak out. Who constantly keep me going. The support, love, laughs, tears, and everything else that goes into being incredible friends. Granted, some of you I have only met online, but you’ve become an integral part of my life.
Now without further ado, let’s get this show on the road…
At the end of my third book, I still freak out when I hit the publish button. We all do. But, I wouldn’t change it for anything else in this world. Unless you’re offering me my own island where I can lay in the sun all day. Actually, no, not even then. I love what I do, and I love the people who have supported me from the first word, until I hit publish, and then after, asking me for the next book. I appreciate the support, the teasers, and edits, the reposts, the messages of support and jokes. The honest feedback I can count on, that means a lot to me.