Spicy (10 page)

I roll my eyes because he’s being friggin’
stupid. “The only person who is going to get to see these on me is you. I mean
I don’t exactly walk around with my skirt around my waist.”

Finally having my new panties in my hand, I
step back from the window and step into them slowly. I might as well torture
him. Give him something to think about later when he’s on stage with all those
girls fawning over him. My thoughts turn dark as I freeze with my panties
halfway up my thighs.

“Callie?”

I blink and Reece comes back into focus.

“What the hell just happened?” he demands,
looking ready to jump through the window.

Finishing pulling my panties up, I try to
come up with something to say, except my brains gone to sleep, so I tell him
the truth, “I was hoping you watching me would give you something to think
about tonight when you’re on stage and all those girls are throwing themselves
at you.” I shrug my shoulders trying to make light of it as I head toward the
door. “It’s nothing. It doesn’t matter. I’ll see you tonight.”

Back in the shop and café area, I avoid
looking at Neve and her smug look because she knows what I did back there. I
pick up a cloth and start to make my way over to a couple of empty tables when
I see Reece striding through the door as though he owns the place. He comes
straight over to me slamming his lips down onto mine. Before I can register
anything, he’s pulling away.

“It is something and it does matter. You
matter. I don’t know how to stop the girls when I’m on stage, but I want you to
know that it’s you who I will be thinking about. You who has me so tied in
knots that until last weekend I couldn’t even get hard unless I thought about
you. It does matter that you don’t like all that shit. But with you there as
well, it will be okay. I promise you baby.” He kisses me quickly again, then
disappears as fast as he appeared.

“Holy fucking hell!! Where did you get one
of him? I want one,” Neve asks with eyes wide as saucers.

I smirk and ignore her question, my
exhaustion completely gone as I get back to work.

Reece

“What’re you looking so happy about?” Donovan
asks, taking the seat opposite me.

It’s been about five hours since I saw
Callie, who should be arriving real soon and I can’t stop grinning like an
idiot every time I think about her and how it felt being inside her. My orgasm
had been more intense with the thrill of nearly being caught.

“I’m not sure I want to know,” he mumbles.

I watch my friend sit forward in his chair,
resting his elbows on the table while he fiddles with a beer mat. I know he
enjoyed being with Callie over the summer. I also know if I hadn’t spoken up
and asked him to take a step back from her that he would have tried to see her
again. So I ask, “Is this going to be awkward – Callie and me?”

I’m not known for patience and right now
Donovan is trying mine. We’ve never let a girl come between us before and I
sure as hell don’t want one to now. But, as he’s a friend, I need him to be
okay with me being with Callie, although I’m not sure what the fuck we’ll do if
he isn’t because I can’t let her go this time.

“She’s a good girl,” he offers a slight
grin, and continues, “most of the time.”

Yeah, he’s remembering Alabama. I guess I
need to be honest and say I’ve thought about it. Thought about doing it again.
The only problem is I’m not sure how I’d react seeing Donovan touching my girl
inside and out. Any other guy so much as touches her shoulder or stands too
close will get my fist in his face…so, yeah, not going to happen.

“Yeah, she is,” I say grinning.

Donovan pauses with his longneck on its way
to his mouth, which wipes the grin from my face.
Fuck him!

“Oh fuck! You’re so screwed.” He starts
laughing, slapping his beer on the table before swinging his chair on the back
two legs.

I grin again, just as I push my foot
forward, unbalancing his chair. Unfortunately, he only wobbles back and forth
before Callie grabs his hand and pulls him forward while scowling at me.

“I can’t believe you’d do that…actually,
no, I can.” She swats me on the shoulders as she drops her sexy ass into the
chair between us. “My feet are killing me after being on them all day.”
Slipping her shoes off, she brings a foot up to lay across her thigh and starts
massaging the instep.

She has sexy feet. Hell, who am I kidding,
every part of her is sexy as fuck. Swiveling slightly in my seat, I wrap my
hand around her foot and after some rearranging rest it on my thighs and take
over the massage.

Donovan carries on knocking his beer back
while watching my hand on Callie’s foot. Unable to stop my wandering hand, I
slowly start to massage her ankle and up along her calf. She throws her head
back and moans, and I swear nearly every fucking head around us zooms in to my
woman who looks to be in the thralls of orgasm as she grips my dick through my
jeans with her foot.

Trying to breathe has suddenly become
impossible as I quickly glance to Donovan who grimaces before slipping his hand
underneath the table.
Fuckshit, she’s
probably given everyone friggin’ woodies.

“Callie.” Shit, was that my voice all
croaky. I try again, “Callie,” I growl this time.

Bringing her head slightly forward, she
opens her eyes giving me one hell of a look; all sultry and sexy with half
lidded eyes and pouty cherry lips.

I place her foot back on the floor, and
standing up, I lean over her, gripping the arms of her chair and rub my cheek
over hers as I whisper, “If you keep moaning like that I’m either going to fuck
you right here, right now, or I’m going to have to fight every fucker in this
bar.”

“What…”

She pushes at my chest so I move slightly
away, but keep hold of the chair arms as she sits up and looks around, her eyes
widen before swinging back and meeting mine.

“Um…”

Clearing my throat, I indicate with my hand
to put her shoes on, and then I take her hand and lead her into the back, where
Donovan’s already disappeared to and where Thalia is with Phoenix. Hopefully,
Callie will stay back here when we do our stuff on stage because after that
little show I’m not sure I’ll be able to handle her being out there while I’m
beating the shit out of my drums.

Her legs go on for miles in the
fuck-me-shoes and the short denim skirt that molds to her ass. She may be slim,
but the curves on her make my mouth water. In fact, this is the first time I’ve
seen her in shoes like that. Normally she doesn’t wear anything other than her
cowboy boots.

I pull her to a stop just outside the door,
wrapping my arms around her waist, bringing her back against my chest, I ask,
“Are they new?”

I feel her shiver as my breath meets her
neck. Leaning in, I lick a trail down to her shoulder, and pushing her top to
the side, nip her skin with my teeth. “I want the kiss I didn’t get when you
arrived,” I whisper.

She turns her head and meets my gaze before
I growl and capture her lips with mine. There’s no teasing or gentle caress in
our embrace…all there is, is raw heat as we devour each other.

Her lips taste of cherries, just like I
thought they would and with her tongue wrapping around mine, all I can think
about is having it wrapped around my cock, which is hard as hell in my jeans.

I’ve been in a semi-state of arousal since this
afternoon, but after the little show that’s just taken place, I’m hard as fuck
with nothing to do with it because we’re on in five, although I’d probably go
off in two…seconds that is.

Then she slams her ass back, right into my
groin. I break the kiss and suck in a breath, but she doesn’t stop there. Oh,
no, she has to rotate her hips causing me to leak at the tip in excitement.

“Ahhh. You have to stay away from there
right now.”

“Oh God, Reece.”

She doesn’t stop rubbing against me. We’re
in the hall at the back of the bar. Anyone can walk in on us, and she wants me
to fuck her.
No friggin’ way
.
Although, with the pleasure she’s causing, I’m so damn tempted.

I tighten my hold on her hips to keep her
still. “I am not fucking you up against the door. You’re my girl, you deserve
better.”

She quickly turns in my arms and wraps her
arms around my neck. “I started it Reece so stop feeling guilty. And to answer
your question, yes, these shoes are new. I bought them after work because my
plan was to make you so crazy with lust for me that you’d be desperate to get
inside me all night.” She kisses me on the lips. “I’ve never been fucked
against a door before.”

She grins, letting her hands slide from
around my neck as she starts to caress my nipples. “In fact, until today, I’ve
never been fucked senseless on a table either, so I’d say my luck is changing.”
She pinches my nipples and plays with the hoops attached making my dick do a
leap for joy. “I’ve also never been fucked in a public place.”

My eyes widen before narrowing. “You have a
short memory.” The room at the bakery was pretty close to a public place.

“I was thinking about the museum…lots of
nooks and crannies,” she informs me.

“What?” I put her away from me, my brain
clearing slightly without her pressed against me. “You want to have sex in the
museum? At least that’s what I think you said.”

Rolling her eyes, she shoves her hand down
the front of my jeans. “Just making you more comfortable.”

Gritting my teeth, I concentrate on
breathing and not coming all over her hand while she straightens me up before
moving her hand away and pulling out of my jeans. I let out a sigh of relief.

“You’re going to kill me with frustration.”

“You wouldn’t be frustrated if you’d play.”

I growl, turn her toward the door and push
it open to see three startled faces. Or is that guilty faces. I look back to
the door and them before meeting Donovan’s eyes. He nods his head.

Fuck
, they heard everything through the door. Hopefully they won’t let
on to Callie.

“So babe,” Phoenix says, planting a kiss on
Thalia’s lips, “we haven’t done it in the museum yet.”

Dammit!

I glare at him while he gives me that
friggin’ ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ face.

Callie gasps and looks between us then the
door. “You heard…everything.” Donovan nods his head, trying not to laugh. “
Ohmygod
!”

Thalia elbows Phoenix in the stomach.
“You’re an ass.” He pulls her in tight against him still laughing.

“You guys ready? You’re on in exactly five
minutes.” Joe asks behind me. Joe is the manager of this place and is a time
freak. He’s never late, never early, always on the actual time.

“Yeah. We’re ready,” Phoenix replies.

Joe shuts the door behind him.

Standing, Phoenix pulls Thalia up with him
and wraps her in his arms.

Callie turns, wrapping her arms around my
neck again, which I don’t think is a good idea considering how turned-on I am
with her being this close.

“C’mon, lover boy. Joe’s going to be giving
us grief if we don’t get out there on time,” Phoenix says on his way out the
door followed by a grinning Donovan.

“Hey, babe. I have to go.”

“I think you should stay here with me,”
Callie whispers hooking one of her ankles around my calf. “I’ve no panties on,
something special just for you.” My hands start to shake. She can’t be doing this
to me. Not now. “I’m wet and ready.”

I groan, loudly.

“Callie, leave the poor guy alone and come
talk to me while they get started then we’ll go and watch them.”

No
way in hell!

Untangling myself from Callie, I glare at
her grinning face. “You need to stay in here. I don’t want you out there with
all those guys.”

She starts to laugh. “You’re joking right?
If you think I’m interested in anyone else, you can think again… Now go rock
this place.”

With that she shoves me out the door with a
pinch to my ass.

As I jump up on to the small stage area, my
attention is drawn to the floor beside where my drum kit is set up…and I nearly
fall over my feet.
What the fuck!

The girl I was with up in Lexington is
standing there with a smug look on her face, in the middle of a group of girls.

I quickly glance to Donovan and Phoenix to
see if they’ve noticed, and they have.

Seeing her standing there reminds me of the
dick I was before I’d decided to go after what I wanted for a change, no matter
how complicated my life is. Callie had been upset and the last thing I want is
for her to get upset again, because of me.

As long as the girl keeps her distance then
there should be nothing to worry about. I hope.

Callie

A grinning Thalia usually means trouble. I
also know why she’s grinning. I’ve changed in the week that I’ve been with
Reece, although we haven’t been together all week, just knowing he’s there and
he’s mine has changed me. Oh, I’ve had my doubts during the week as to whether
the feelings that were so obvious between us last weekend would still be here
the next time I was to see him, but it’s clear that they are.

Dropping down onto the sofa in Phoenix’s
vacated spot, I await the start of the inquisition, which I know is coming.

“So, um, you teasing Reece…Oh my, God,
Callie. I thought I was hearing things. That was so not like you.” Thalia sits
back down and puts her legs under her. “Callie…say something. You’re driving me
crazy.”

I think it might be easier getting on with
it, rather than having her going on and on before I spill, which can be
annoying.

“Well, what can I say? He brings out the
wicked in me.”

“Callie.” She punches me in the arm.

“Ouch!“

“Never mind ouch that was only a tap…I want
more details than that…and those shoes.” She starts laughing. “You’ll be lucky
if you make it outside this place before he’s wanting up that skirt. I can’t
ever remember seeing him look like that before.”

I hold my legs out in front of me, and I do
have to admit they look pretty impressive. The playful colors and the silver
and purple high heels make my legs look longer than they are. They are sinfully
wicked, which is why I liked them the moment I saw them. I wasn’t exaggerating.
Reece really brings out something wicked in me.

“After what happened this afternoon I
wanted to drive him wild with lust while he’s on stage.” I fiddle with the edge
of my top without looking at her and let the wheels turn. Perhaps I should
count because you can bet within five seconds she’ll be asking me ‘what
happened this afternoon.’

“Hang on. What happened this afternoon?”

Hmm. Okay, I was two out. “I was in the
break room when he showed up at work earlier.” I grin. “We did it on the
table.”

“Eww. Please tell me you’re joking, and that
you didn’t have sex on the table we use to eat from.” she looks shocked, her
eyes widening before they narrow.

“No you didn’t. This is a joke to try and
shut me up,” she says crossing her arms in a bit of a huff. I smile at the
outrage on her face. If she weren’t so funny, I’d be pissed that she’d think
I’m lying to her.

“All because you have sex wherever and
whenever you want to with Phoenix, doesn’t mean I don’t with Reece.”

Her arms go slack as well as her jaw as
she’s starting to realize I’m not lying to her.

“It was hot as hell.” I laugh. “He ripped
my panties right off,” I say feeling smug.

“But…but…there’s no lock on the door. You
really did the deed on the table?”

“Well, we did start against the door, but
he moved us to the table... God, it was amazing. We nearly got caught as well.”
I chuckle. “Neve knew something had gone on in the room, but she didn’t ask…I
sent him to my car for new panties for me, which I had him pass me through the
restroom window.”

After a few minutes of silence, Thalia says
appraising me as though I’ve grown another head, “You’ve changed… I liked the
old Callie, but this new one…is, I don’t know…more free, I guess.”

She’s right. I feel different. Oh, I have
to fight off my embarrassment on occasion, but as soon as Reece touches me, or
so much as looks at me, I forget all about being embarrassed and go with the
moment. The old Callie would not have had sex this afternoon at work. She
wouldn’t have been teasing the beast about having sex in a public place either.

“I feel different. I feel as though he’s
released me from…what…I’ve no idea. I just feel free for the first time in my
life. And it feels damn good. The old Callie can stay away for all I care. This
new me is here to stay.”

Thalia jumps up from the sofa, grabs my
hand and yanks me off my butt to stand with her. “C’mon, you can start being
the new you and get Reece hot and bothered. Phoenix likes me to watch him. He
says he sings to me. The skanks also get the message that he’s unavailable,
although some try.” She pauses. “Callie, the girls kinda like Reece and Donovan
because in the past they’re the single ones, so, um, just be prepared, okay.”

What
the hell!

We walk back out front and Thalia takes my
hand, dragging me through the crowd of girls to get to the front of the stage.

Breathe…concentrate
on Thalia… Breathe… Breathe.

My heart feels about ready to burst out of
my chest, its pounding so badly as the crowd closes in. There is barely any
room to move as the whole crowd is wild with Deception up on stage doing their
thing. Just as I feel ready to turn and run, Thalia pulls me in front of her at
the stage. She then turns me to her, putting her hands on my face, which gets
me to focus on her instead of what’s around me.

As I focus on her, I’m conscious of the
guys finishing up and the hooting and cheering that surround the stage. I
exhale in relief that the panic attack didn’t hit me full on, but before I can
thank Thalia, I’m pulled into Reece’s chest.

He’s sitting on the stage with me wrapped
in his arms. “God, Callie. You should have stayed round back,” he breathes into
my neck.

I cling to him, not wanting to let go. He
feels so good and solid against me – comforting me. He caresses up and
down my back giving me something else to think about as the warmth from him seeps
into my body, and places that could do without having his warmth.

I groan, flexing my hands on his shoulders
wanting to climb into him.

“Is she okay?” Donovan interrupts us.

Reece sets me slightly away from him, but
keeps his hands on my hips and his gaze on mine.

“I am now,” I answer, dragging my gaze from
Reece to meet Donovan’s worried eyes. He doesn’t look as though he believes me.

Everything is so quiet. How the hell
haven’t I noticed that before? I look around and realize we are causing more of
a show than Deception. Then I realize I kinda had my mini freak during their
performance.

“Shit,” I say under my breath. Waving my
hands around, I say, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”

Reece cuts me off. “It’s not your fault,
baby.” He takes my hands and kisses them. “Will you be okay if I go back up
there?” he hesitantly asks.

“I’ll be fine.” He frowns. “I promise. Now
go before everyone starts getting pissed.” I take a step back and feel Thalia
wrap her arm around my waist.

“She’ll be fine. Go do your stuff.”

His gaze bores into me as though he isn’t
sure, but he lets Donovan drag him away. Once he’s back at the drums he gives
me one hell of a heated look before sending the place into uproar as he starts
beating the shit outta them.

“Holy fucking shit!” Thalia shouts into my
ear to my astonishment. I mean don’t get me wrong, we both have potty mouths,
but that was, um, not particularly like her. She squeezes my waist. “He has it
so fucking bad… I hate to break it to you, but you’re screwed.”

I snicker. “I will be later.”

She opens her mouth and starts laughing,
but her attention soon jumps to Phoenix on the stage, who has just started
singing one of the bands most known songs, ‘Love Lost and Found.’ It’s the
band’s signature tune really because they don’t get on a stage without singing
it. Also Phoenix always sings it directly to Thalia, who always goes into a
trance.

I take the opportunity to glance around and
that’s when I see her – glaring at me from across the stage. At first I’m
taken aback that she’s so close to Reece, who obviously knows she’s there. I
mean she’s standing so close to him all he has to do is reach out and he’s
touching her. Why didn’t he tell me?

Dragging my gaze to Reece, he’s watching me
with a frown on his gorgeous face. My heart starts to pound and I’m not too
sure how to react. I look back to the bitch. Do I go off half-cocked and accuse
him of…of, I’m not exactly sure what? But what the fuck is she doing here? How
did she know he’d be here? Did he tell her? Oh, God, I feel sick.

My hand automatically goes to my stomach as
I look back to him. The song comes to an end and instead of parading around the
stage getting the crowd worked up, he comes straight back over to me.

Jumping down to my level, he takes my face
into his hands and kisses me. “I didn’t know she’d be here.” He meets my gaze
with his eyes and I can see that he’s being completely honest. “Fuck. I’ve
never seen her before Lexington, or since until tonight. I swear Callie.”

I sag in relief. Part of me knew that
before he opened his mouth. It just feels good to hear him confirm that.

“Are you really, okay?” he asks moving his
hands down to my neck.

“Get me outta here.”

“My pleasure.” He sweeps me up into his
arms and carries me through to the back and outside into the alley where he has
his bike parked up.

But there is something I need to do.

“Put me down.” I wiggle to try and get out
of his arms. “Reece. Now.”

He freezes and lets my feet drop to the
floor and once I have my balance, I turn and watch him through heavily lidded
eyes.

His eyes open wide in shock.

I start to walk into his space, making him
back up and finally he hits the wall. I grin and seal his lips with mine. As
usual, there is no gentle caress; it’s full on hunger. God, he has me so wet,
I’m not sure I’m going to be able to carry out my plan.

Breaking the kiss, I gasp and trying to
catch my breath, slowly make my way down his chest with a slight bite to his
nipples through his shirt.

“Callie,” he groans.

I move further south over his abs and
finally reach the low hanging waistband of his jeans. Shoving his shirt up, I
leave a trail of hot kisses along the top of his pistol tattoos.

His button comes undone quickly.

“What are you doing?” he croaks.

“Well, if you have to ask I’m obviously
doing something wrong.” I yank his zipper down and out pops his erection. And
boy, it’s an erection and half. He’s so damn long and wide I’m not even sure
he’s going to fit in my mouth, at least not all the way.

Shoving his jeans further down past his
ass, I take his balls into my hand and slowly massage them, which has his cock
twitching and leaking. Leaning forward, I use the tip of my tongue to trace a
wet path from his balls to the mushroom head of his cock, where I lick his
pre-cum up and flick his piercing.

He shudders and his hands go into my hair.
He doesn’t use any pressure and just tangles his fingers into my locks. I look
up and meet his gaze and moving to the tip of his pistols, I kiss all around
his groin area, on both sides before moving in to suck his balls into my mouth.
He throws his head back and groans.

“You’re driving me crazy.”

I grin as I release his twins and slowly
nibble up his dick before taking the tip into my mouth. I flick his piercing
again. I love this. Unable to help myself, I suck the head – hard.

He quivers. “
Fucking bastard
.”

I’m obviously doing something right,
now
.

Gripping his ass, I slide him as far as I
can into my mouth and after a few seconds of getting comfortable with his length
and girth, I start bobbing my head up and down on him. Keeping one hand on his
ass, I slide my other between his legs and caress up from his balls to the root
of him. Gripping the rest of his cock in my fist, I start to jack him off in
time to my mouth.

I can feel his legs quivering against my
chest as he tightens his hands in my hair. He feels and tastes delicious, and
if I’m honest it sure gives me a power kick to have this big, strong guy
standing in front of me while I practically bring him to his knees while
sucking on one of the most sensitive parts of his body.

“Callie…
fuck
…I’m
going to come.”

Rolling my eyes, I slip my other hand
between his legs and press on the sensitive spot between.

His cock lengthens, if that’s possible, and
then he explodes in my mouth. I slow my movements to prolong his climax as I
take all he has to give me. As he stops flooding me, he pulls my head away and
releases my hair.

“Dammit babe. I can’t breathe.” He holds
his hand out and helps me up from the floor before he pulls his jeans up, and
leans in to kiss me. And the kiss this time is gentle, but full of feeling. It
feels like he’s trying to tell me something without actually speaking out loud.
Does that make sense? Well, it does to me…kind of.

“Not that I’m complaining, but what brought
that on?”

He trails kisses from my lips, down along
my jaw and neck before moving back to my lips.

Taking a deep breath, I answer, “I wanted
you to remember my mouth.”

He stills and rests his forehead against
mine.