Spicy (6 page)

Reece

Unable to find Callie, or Thalia for that
matter, back here, I’m about to push my way through the doors to the main part
of the club when I a feel a hand on my shoulder. “Let’s talk.”

I stay put, torn between going with Donovan
to ‘talk’ and finding Callie. Everything in me screams to chase after Callie,
but in my head, I have no clue on what to say to her if I find her. With one
last look at the crowd, I turn and follow Donovan into the band room we’re
using.

Shutting the door behind me, I rub at my
neck muscles, which have gone into a tight knot thanks to being caught with my
dick inside someone else. How would she react if I admit I’d fucked her with my
eyes shut? That I was getting lost in memories from the summer, and it was the
only way I managed to go through with it. The only way I managed to stay
fucking hard.
Shit, I’m a fucking pussy!

Holding my temper back, I meet Donovan’s
stare head on. “There’s nothing to talk about. Callie’s gotten the message;
loud and clear… I’ve moved on and what happened during the summer is well and
truly over.”
Liar!

He stays silent looking straight through me
probably knowing I’m
bullshitting
him. If I tell myself the same thing over and over again, then perhaps I’ll
start believing it really is over. But who am I kidding, Callie and I have
unfinished business.

I slump down on the sofa, sprawling out
while I wait for Donovan to speak. My friend has something to say and I wish to
fuck he’d just say it and get it over with. Unlike me, he thinks everything
through before anything leaves his mouth.

My stomach grumbling stops Donovan from
thinking too damn hard. “How the hell can you be hungry again after everything
you put away before the gig?” He runs his hands through his already messy hair
while waiting. “Reece,” he growls.

“What the hell do you want me to say? You
haven’t really asked me a question. Yes, I’m hungry again because I puked my
guts up outside. Happy now?” Standing, I move toward the door trying to get out
of the room before anything is said about my asshole tendencies, but I’m not
that lucky.

“Why’d you fuck her?”

I freeze and rest my forehead against the door
in front of me.

“I only intended to have a good time with
her. I never expected to feel anything else,” I answer, purposely
misunderstanding whom he’s talking about. I don’t even want to think about the
chick out back now that my stomach has calmed down.

“Stop being an dick. You know damn well who
I’m referring to. I heard Callie tell Thalia she caught you fucking her. At
least that’s what I think she said considering she was in floods of fucking
tears because of you… Anyway, I think you’ve gotten what you wanted, she’s over
you and going to go for it with Luke.”

Breathing heavily, unable to get enough air
in to my lungs, I clench my fists wanting to plant them in someone’s face.

Yanking the door open, I say, “Whatever,”
over my shoulder as I storm out, letting the door slam shut behind me.

I really want to leave Kenza and go back to
my room and drink myself to oblivion, but what I do instead is find my feet
leading me along the corridor to the front of the club.

The corridor is dark with a couple locked
in one hell of a hot embrace in the corner, and it wouldn’t surprise me if he
had his dick in her from the hip movement going on.

Feeling my phone vibrate in my back pocket,
I push through the door into the main part of the club as I look at the text.
Dal
.

Can I come stay in a couple of weeks?

Without thinking, I punch out my reply.

Yes. Why? What’s happened?

This is the first time in over six months
that she’s asked to come and stay with me.

Nothing. I just want a break.

I rub my neck, knowing there’s something
more to this request than she’s saying.

Let me know when you’re leaving and I’ll meet you so
you don’t get lost.

Dal could get lost going from her house to
the damn school. With that thought in my head, I grin and sliding my cell into
my pocket, I look around and spot Callie.

She isn’t alone. She’s pressed up tight
against
him
. Grinding against him
with his leg between her fucking legs. She throws her head back as he locks his
lips to her neck and starts to move his hands up her
too damn short
skirt.

Seeing red as soon as it registers that his
hands have hit their target and are holding on to her ass underneath her skirt,
I charge forward knocking everyone in my path out of the way. Reaching them, I
slide my arm around Callie’s waist and yank her out of Luke’s embrace. “Stay
away from her,” I shout before hauling away a pissed off Callie over my
shoulder.

Stomping to the band’s room while Callie
beats on my back with her fists, I slam the door shut and finally put her back
on her feet only to have her stamp on one of my feet, which hurts like a
fucker.

“What the hell was that for?”

“What was that for? Are you an idiot?
You’ve just dragged me out of the arms of a totally hot guy, who was actually
hot for me,” she fumes. “It felt damn good being in the arms of someone who
actually wants me. Someone who makes me WET.” She emphasizes the wet part.

I’ll give her fucking wet.

Taking two steps toward her, I push her up
against the door, and holding her head still with my fingers tangled in her
blonde locks, I do what I’ve wanted to do for so damn long and seal my lips
over hers.

She doesn’t fight. She dives straight in,
sucking my tongue into her open mouth before darting her tongue back into mine.
This girl belongs to me. I don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do about her,
but she’s mine.

Moving my hands, I slide them over her hips
and taking hold of her thighs, I hoist her up as I move in and press my hard as
fuck dick against her pussy.

She moans into my mouth as she wraps her
legs around my waist, trying to get closer to me. Wriggling around, she’s
driving me insane. No one else has ever made me feel this way. Although she’s
hot as fucking hell, there’s an innocence about her. She doesn’t have a lot of
experience, but she sure as hell makes up for it in enthusiasm. Her movements
and enthusiasm are about to have me embarrassing myself by coming in my jeans.

Rubbing against her, I move my hand up to
one of her tits, tweaking her nipple at the same time as I move my mouth to her
neck and suck. She starts moving frantically against my cock, which starts to
lengthen as the fire in my balls gets ready to explode.

I release her neck to try and catch my
breath, which is practically impossible with her moaning and groaning, rubbing
against me.

“Babe,” I groan, slamming my mouth back to
hers as the tip of my cock nearly flies off with the power of my orgasm while
Callie gives one deep moan flooding my jeans with her release. God, she kills
me. She fucking kills me.

Lifting my face up from her neck, where I
buried it during my release I see her tear stained face as more tears slip out
from her eyes and down her cheeks.
This
isn’t good.

“Callie,” I whisper. “Please don’t cry. I’m
sorry. God, I’m so fucking sorry for hurting you, but please stop.” Hell, I’m
practically begging her. I hate tears. A girl’s tears scare the shit outta me,
but seeing Callie in tears is hurting like a fucker.

I let her slide down my legs and pull her
skirt back down over her hips before meeting her eyes. Something dies inside me
when I see the look in them.
Flat
.
There’s no life in them.

“We shouldn’t have done that… You’ve made
it clear more than once that I’m not what you want.” She laughs, swiping at her
tears with the back of her hands before meeting my eyes.

I can’t find my tongue. I’ve been a bastard
to her, although having the girl out back had more to do with Callie than she
realizes, but I don’t think now’s the time to tell her who it was I thought I
was fucking.

Grabbing behind her for the doorknob, I reach
out and take hold of her wrist still not knowing what to say to her. Instead of
whispering reasons why she should stay, I beg, “Please don’t leave. Not like
this.”

She pauses and looks to be gathering
courage, which tells me I’m not going to like what she’s about to say.

“Please stop, okay. Stop ruining things for
me with other guys. You made your choice, so please let me be because I can’t
do this with you and keep my feelings out of it.” She slips out through the
door after having her say.

Cussing, and before one of the guys walk
in, I head for the bathroom to try and clean the cum from my dick and jeans.
Christ. I can’t believe I went ‘horny guy’ on her. I really did mean to talk to
her and to apologize. I’d even planned on asking her to have coffee with me
tomorrow. I sure as hell never meant to pounce on her, give her an orgasm and
make her fucking cry.

How the hell does she expect me to leave
her alone? I know I should, but the truth, which is like a punch to the gut, is
that I can’t. She’s under my skin. Her innocence mixed with the passion buried
within her, which I’m sure I’m the only one to have seen…well apart from
Donovan, is what draws me to her, or rather what pulled me to her to begin
with. But the night we spent together, alone before I blew it was the happiest
I can ever remember being with a girl. Yes, we spent a lot of the night fucking
like bunnies, but we’d also spent time talking. I told her things I’ve never
even told the guys, but skirted around Dal. I’m also positive she told me things
that she hasn’t shared with Thalia.

“
Fuck
,”
I shout, smashing my fist into the mirror above the sink. My insides feel like
they’re being torn from me. She’s going to fucking listen. To what, I’ve no
idea, but she’s going to listen because I’ll be damned if she’s going to be
with anyone else.

Callie

Standing with my back to the door, I try
and hold back the rest of my tears. I’ve cried buckets over Reece and I’ll
probably end up crying some more before I get over him. If I get over him. Why
him? Why have I gotten myself so…so…besotted with him? Or whatever the hell
name you want to put to my feelings for him. There are plenty of cowboys back
home, not just on my family’s ranch, but also in town. Why can’t I be hooked on
one of them instead of Reece?
Because he
does things to you that no one else has managed to do
. Ugh!

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and
opening them again, I look around wondering where Thalia’s gone. On that
thought a small smile has my lips twitching. She’ll be locked away with Phoenix
in a store cupboard or something, relieving his hard-on. I shake my head,
they’re a cute couple, but the way they can’t keep their hands to themselves is
quite embarrassing…especially when I’m the one who often walks in on them.

The music is still blaring; bodies are
still pumping and grinding to the beat and one couple have my eyes opening wide
trying to see better because they look to be having sex. The girl is grinding
her ass against the groin of the guy behind her, and he looks to be moving his
hips as she writhes against him. They seem to still and then…oh…my…God. He’s
putting his cock away.
Fuck
. I didn’t
know anyone would do something like that on the dance floor. In view of
everyone. God, I need to leave.

Retrieving my cell from between my breasts,
I quickly dash out a text to Thalia letting her know I’m on my way back to the
hotel and would see her in the morning, not really expecting an answer
considering I know what she’s up to.

That sorted, I push away from the door and
head toward the front of the club via the dark and dingy corridor, which nearly
sets me off into another panic attack like the one earlier in the night. If
there was a bit of light so I could see around me then my reaction wouldn’t be
so bad, but I can’t…

My chest starts to tighten, rising and
falling in quick succession, my palms grow slick with sweat, and I can feel
beads of moisture across my forehead. I’m beginning to think walking off alone
was a really bad idea.

Banging into the wall, I rest my hand
against it to try and keep me centered as the door at the end of the corridor
opens. I try and focus on the man, who’s just walked through the door, but my
eyes won’t focus, I start to feel nauseous. I bring my shaking hand up to rub
at my eyes, but it doesn’t make any difference when I feel someone take hold of
my shoulders.

“Hey. It’s Callie, right?”

I recognize his voice, but who is he? Why
do I recognize the voice? Dark and husky.

Wrapping an arm around my shoulders, I
catch his cologne, which reminds me of chocolate for some reason.

“Let me help you.”

With him distracting me, I start to become
aware that I’m about to go off with a total stranger. Someone I can’t remember.
I try and pull out of his arms and end up clunking my head against the wall.

“Callie, it’s Ruben. I own the club. We met
earlier when you were with your friend, Thalia.” He stays standing in front of
me as though he’s waiting for me to fall over.

Wrapping my arms around my waist, I meet his
eyes. I do remember him. A gorgeous guy, although a bit too old for me.

“I…I get a bit claustrophobic.” I’m
embarrassed now I’ve admitted that to him. It’s my one weakness…well it was my
one weakness until I met Reece.

“C’mon, let me lead you away from here.”
Ruben takes hold of my elbow and starts to pull me away from the wall and back
the way I’ve just come.

“Take your hands off her.”
Reece
. He ends up standing in front of
us with his fists clenched by his side.

He doesn’t once look at me, but he’s glaring
at Ruben.

“Stop being an ass and put it away... Your
girls sick,” Ruben tells him and I wish he’d kept his mouth shut.

Reece moves his head to look at me.
“Callie?”

I shake my head, which isn’t such a good
idea considering I want to puke.

Reece reaches out to steady me. “I’ll take
you back to the hotel,” he says before glaring at Ruben.

Ruben throws his hands up in the air and
snickers. “Here,” he tosses some keys to Reece, “use my car. It’s parked out
back. You can return it in the morning before you leave.” With that he walks
away, leaving me with the object of my heartbreak.

Tightening his grip on my arm, he moves in
closer and all I want to do is lay my head against his chest to breathe him in,
instead I look up and meet his eyes, all my anger draining from me.

“Are you sick?” he whispers, rubbing his
hand up and down my arm as though he has to continue touching me.

“Not really…but I could do with some fresh
air.”

He nods, letting go of me as he indicates
for me to go in front of him back down the corridor toward the back entrance
with his arm. I start to move past him, but my legs feel like jelly and I’m not
too sure I’m going to make it as I cling to the wall.

Before I try and take another step, I’m
swept off my feet and into Reece’s arms, tight against his hard chest. My heart
rate picks up as I think ‘what the heck.’ I’m exactly where I want to be so I
slip my arms around his neck, snuggling in tight. I close my eyes to shut out
the darkness and closed space, but other things start to take over, like the
scent of his cologne, which is so Reece. Dark and sensuous. I remember his hard
chiseled body with his arousal jutting forward, waiting for my mouth. He’s long
with a wide girth, which made me struggle to fit all of him into my mouth. It
didn’t seem to bother him though because he’d come down my throat within
minutes of my tongue and mouth working him over.

Feeling the fresh air against my skin, I
open my eyes and realize while I’ve been distracted with my naughty thoughts
about the man holding me in his arms, he’s managed to get me safely outside.

Thank God for the fresh air though. The
last thing I need is for him to realize he still affects me, although after the
hot session in the band’s room he probably has a good idea not to mention the
fact I can’t stop squirming in his arms.

Chancing a look up into his face, I see the
smirk he’s not trying to hide.
Fuck!
He knows what he’s doing to me.

“What’s so good that has you blushing…and
squirming?” he whispers into my ear. I whimper.

Chuckling, he holds me tighter. “Baby, I’m
not sure what’s going on with you, but I’m not letting you out of my sight
tonight.”

I open my mouth to protest, shutting it
again rather quickly. There is no way I’m sleeping with him again. I’m not sure
my heart can take it. But…I’m not sure my heart can take him walking away from
me again.

Sometimes, I wish I had more experience
with guys. I mean, I have more experience than most considering it isn’t
everyday a girl gets to be with two men, but dealing with men, especially sexy
idiots just isn’t me. I feel like I’m completely lost in how to deal with
Reece.

“Callie, although I wouldn’t mind having
you in my arms all night, I think you might prefer to be in your bed alone,” he
grins. “Get the door, babe.”

He’s standing beside a huge, black SUV with
tinted windows. I reach out and open the door, pushing it wide as he shoves it
further open with his shoulder before moving to place me on the seat. He
doesn’t put me down though. Resting his forehead against mine, he says, “I’m
not good at explaining myself…to anyone, but we can’t keep avoiding each other.
Will you let me stay and look after you tonight?” I stay silent unable to get
my tongue to work because listening to what Reece is saying is unexpected to
say the least. He continues, “I can see you’re not well regardless of my
teasing. If I promise to behave, please let me stay, Callie. Please don’t ask
me to walk away especially now that you’re not well.”

Fudgesticks
! I can’t refuse him. I need my head examined.

“You left me,” I blurt out and start to
cry. God, what’s wrong with me.

Reece cusses and places me into the SUV,
but as soon as my butt hits the seat he turns me toward him. “Ah…Callie.” He
steps between my legs, wrapping his arms around my waist as my arms go around
his shoulders; I bury my face into his neck and sob.