Spicy

by Lexi Buchanan

  It’s for the best – fuck!

  I let the chicks leg drop to the floor with my heart threatening to beat out of my chest and taking her hand, lead her into the closest room – a store cupboard.

  Don’t look back – don’t look back.

  Shoving the chick inside, I let the door slam shut behind me, but not before I see the hurt in Callie’s eyes.

  I lean against the door, and bending over, rest my hands on my knees trying to catch my breath because I feel as though I’ve been kicked in the guts. I shouldn’t feel like this. Fuck, I’m the one who put that look on her face. It’s for the best, she deserves someone better than me, but it hurts like a motherfucker.

  “What’s wrong with you? Was that you’re girlfriend?” She moves closer to me.

  I shake my head. “No. I’m fine.”

  Dropping to her knees in front of me, she strokes my cock through my jeans. My traitorous dick responds, hardening. It’s been too long since I had a woman’s hands on me. Straightening, I rest my head against the door. I shut my eyes as she unzips me letting my desperate cock burst free and straight into her mouth. Oh fuck.

  Behind my eyes, I pretend it’s Callie on her knees. I pretend it’s her wet mouth sucking and licking my dick. Her hot little mouth feels good on me. She flicks my piercing at the tip on her upward motion, which brings me closer to my release. I remember lying on the bed in her room in Alabama with her kneeling between my thighs, my cock in her curious hands as she played with the piercing having never seen a pierced cock before.

  Feeling myself slide to the back of Callie’s throat, I feel the fire ready to explode in my balls as they pull close to my body. She swallows around the head of my dick causing me to shoot my load into her mouth while she continues sucking me off.

  I stay against the door trying to catch my breath.

  “That was hot.”

  My eyes fly open as I look down at the strange woman at my feet. It’s not Callie. What the fuck have I done?

  Then it comes rushing back at me. Callie’s face when she caught me with my tongue down someone else’s throat. How would I have felt witnessing Callie with her tongue down someone else’s throat? Dammit, I’d have punched the nameless fucker out.

  Shoving my junk back inside my jeans, I say to no one in particular, “I need a shot.” Pushing away from the door, I grab a bottle of whiskey from the shelf and take a large swallow. Wanting to get the image of Callie, and what I’ve just done out of my fuckin’ head.

  “Can I stay backstage and watch you perform.”

  I turn my gaze back to her and see the smirk on her face. No shred of doubt on it because she’s just ‘performed.’

  “Maybe. Go back to your friends. I’ll look for you later.”

  What the hell, I’ve already screwed up any chance, if I’d wanted a chance that is, of anything with Callie. “Stay backstage.” I knock more whiskey back, needing my senses numb from the fuckup I’m making.

  Hearing the door closing behind me, I reach in my back pocket for my cell and dial Dahlia.

  Chapter 3

  Callie

  No matter how much he hurt me back in Alabama, seeing him with a skank locked against him has shredded me. When he looked up at me it was like he really hadn’t known I was there or plan to have me see him with her, but it doesn’t lesson the pain any. It still hurts like hell.

  The moment Donovan had walked out of the room he’d been in, he’d taken a look at the tears in my eyes, and pulled me into an office, wrapping me in his arms. And that is where I find myself now, sitting on this lap while my tears soak into his shirt, crying because I’m still hung up on his friend. I hate me right now for allowing myself to react this way.

  Why can’t I let him go after the way he treated me? After the way he’s still treating me?

  “Callie, please stop crying. You’re breaking my heart.” Donovan continues to stroke my hair, trying to soothe me.

  I take in some much needed air and try to control my tears. Sitting up, I use the napkins in my hands to swipe at my eyes and blow my nose.

  Donovan grins. “Feeling better?”

  “Not really.”

  He frowns.

  Sighing, he says, “I’m not sure what’s going on with him. He’s behaved for weeks and tonight he was okay, until…um…until he kinda worked out that you were going to be here.”

  I start to shake my head. “It’s not because of me.” I sniffle into a tissue. “He can’t be hung up on me after the way he left me. I mean who does that?” I meet Donovan’s gaze. “He was so adamant that he wanted me to himself, and then he just left…” Hiccupping, I try to catch the new tears that have started, while anger tightens Donovan’s jaw – or at least I think it’s anger.

  “Reece hasn’t had it easy. He comes from a large family; all girls.” He smirks at some secret memory. “We had some fun pissing them off when we were younger, though.”

  His smile slips into a frown. “His dad left his mom without a backward glance at his kids. Reece is the eldest so all the responsibility kinda fell on him, which he hated. He used to get into all sorts of trouble. Considering all that shit, he hasn’t come out too badly. He’s my best friend and I know he can be a bastard.” He leans forward and kisses each one of my cheeks before wiping a stray tear away.

  “I’m not telling you this to make you feel sorry for him. I’m telling you because I think you have him running scared. He’s never reacted to anyone the way he did you and that made him do something really stupid.”

  I lay my head back on Donovan’s shoulder while I think about what he’s just said. It certainly doesn’t explain his earlier behavior because from his reaction he had no idea I was standing there. I do have a question for Donovan though.

  “Who’s Dahlia?” I mumble into his shirt.

  He briefly tenses up against me before relaxing again. “He’s been friends with her for a long time…since we were teenagers. Dahlia or rather Dal is the one person he won’t talk about to anyone – ever. Not even Phoenix or me.”

  Chuckling, I say, “I still find it amusing hearing everyone refer to Jack as Phoenix, and the fact that Thalia doesn’t get mad when they do is…odd.”

  “It’s his stage name, and now that Deception is becoming popular, it’s easier. He doesn’t want his actual name getting out because he still wants to practice law at some point.” He shrugs his shoulders. “We don’t slip up this way.”

  “I know Thalia told me why she agreed.” I smile. “She wasn’t impressed at all really and has now come up with another name that only she can call him...damn frustrating because she’s keeping quiet so we don’t pinch that one as well.”

  He laughs. “Please tell me you’re feeling better because as much as I’d love to be in here all night with you, we’re on stage in about ten minutes.”

  With Donovan’s help, I manage to climb off his lap, giving him an embarrassed look. He’s been so good to me, and although we haven’t really spoken since our afternoon together with Reece, he’s been great. Why couldn’t I have felt the connection with Donovan instead?

  I’m not even sure I want to stay. If I see Reece again with the skank, I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold it together. It would also be a tossup who I punch first.

  Donovan frowns down at me. “You’ll be okay, right? While I’m on stage.”

  He’s so cute and I feel that pang of regret again. Despite how amazing Donovan is, I just don’t feel that same connection that I do…or rather did…with Reece. “If the band’s on stage then I’ll be okay, and Reece might live a bit longer.”

  “Come on babe.” He wraps an arm around my neck. “Pretend you’re with me. It’ll piss him off.” He grins at me while opening the door and ushering me back outside into the bustle of back stage.

  “Donovan, I appreciate the offer, but I don’t want to cause trouble between you and him. That’s not me.”

  Shaking his head, he replies, “You won’t come between us…let me finish.” He
holds his hand over my mouth when I go to speak. “I enjoyed being with you,” he grins, “but it was Reece. I know that. I wouldn’t have backed off so easily otherwise. So let’s hangout and piss him off.”

  I bite my lip as Donovan’s words swirl in my head. There are so many reasons why I shouldn’t. It could backfire and send him into the skanks arms again. Then again, it could have him finally facing up to what he did to me. I sigh and rub my temples to push away the pain that is setting up shop there. The fact is, I’m too hurt and angry that he could do something like that to me. Yeah, my soft heart was hoping he wants me as much as I still want him. I’m stupid, but I’m not going to let him ruin my evening.

  I gaze up at Donovan and notice that we’re extremely close. All the while I’ve been contemplating his offer, he’s moved closer to me, and we’re now standing, practically, chest-to-chest. I focus on his eyes and cock my eyebrow while he just grins at me. Feeling slightly better, and before I can change my mind, I reach up and seal my lips to his.

  Donovan freezes, for all of three seconds, before he takes over control of our kiss. His fingers slide into my hair to hold me still while he devours me. There are no other words to describe what he’s doing to me. But whatever it is, it’s working because all I want to do is rip my clothes off and let him take me back to the time we were together with Reece. Reece.

  I pull my mouth away and meet Donovan’s lust filled eyes with mine, knowing I shouldn’t have initiated the kiss. “I’m sor–”

  He covers my mouth with his hand, again. “Don’t apologize. I like you Callie, but I know where your heart lies.” He smiles. “I’m gonna help, but you have to promise not to kiss me like that, again. If you do, I’m not going to be responsible for my actions,” he smirks. “You got hot lips, baby.”

  I roll my eyes as I start to laugh, pushing him away from me. “Help me find Thalia, then I’ll let you off the hook for now…you’re not such a bad kisser yourself.”

  His grin couldn’t get any wider as he points me in the direction of Thalia and Phoenix, who appear to have their tongues down each other’s throats.

  They’re embarrassing half the time. Starting to walk toward them, I feel a smack on my ass. Turning quickly, Donovan pulls up short with a mischievous look on his face.

  “Hmm. You might want to keep them hands to yourself…buster.”

  He wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side. “That’s not what you said before.”

  I gasp, narrowing my eyes at him.

  He chuckles. “Time-out, babe. Time-out.”

  Chapter 4

  Reece

  Standing in the shadows backstage, I have a front row view of Callie in a fucking lip lock with Donovan. What the fuck does he think he’s doing? He knows damn well she’s mine…but she isn’t!

  This summer spent in Alabama changed my life, in more ways than I care to admit because I’d met a blonde bombshell, who, no matter how much I try, I can’t get out of my fucking head. She’s like a permanent migraine; I constantly think about her, get drunk to numb the pain of how I treated her, which ends up with me spending the morning, chucking my guts up. My own permanent migraine.

  She’s looking real cozy with Donovan, standing all snuggled up with him. She has her sexy cowboy boots on her feet that showcase her gorgeous legs, which lead to heaven. Heaven right now is covered in a short, denim skirt, showing off her curves with her tight little tank, the fabric straining across her large chest. She makes my mouth water. I lick my lips before I realize what I’m doing.

  I was crazy to think Donovan would stay away from her now that I screwed up. I knew back then he had more of an interest in her than what he’d let on. But it’s going to hurt like a fucker if she turns to him. Who am I kidding, it’d hurt like a fucker no matter who she turns to.

  My breathing starts to pick up as an image of her sprawled out, naked, wet, and hungry for me, like she’d been that last time, comes to mind. While I fight with the arousal in my jeans, I reach up and wipe my eyes. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  “Hey. You need me to take care of that again?”

  Shit. Where the fuck did she come from? I keep my back toward her while I get my pussy self back together. I’m acting like a damn girl.

  Gasping when she strokes my cock, I quickly move her hand away, not wanting to go there again. At least not yet.

  Turning, I see the smirk on her face before she replaces it with, well, I’m not sure because she looks as though she’s swallowed a whole lemon.

  “You’re hung up on her. Your friend’s girl.” Laughing, she walks off toward her friends. No doubt to tell them all about ‘bad boy Reece’ and his girl problem.

  “Reece, get over here,” Phoenix shouts, having come up for air with Thalia.

  I start to walk towards him while trying not to break my neck on all the wires and equipment lying around the floor. Most of it’s our gear that we dumped when we arrived earlier. The club manager didn’t want us to set up straightaway because he wasn’t sure what his boss had agreed for Rebel Walking to perform on.

  Kenza, the club, has only been open around twelve months, and has been converted from a condemned warehouse so the space is huge and perfect for gigs. There are three, semi-circular stages at the back of the club, which stay concealed behind removable walls. The club is extremely modern with lots of black glass, not to mention chrome.

  Apparently the club’s owner now resides on the second floor having had the builders in there the past couple of times we’ve played here.

  Ruben, the owner, is a great guy and not only pays us a decent salary for performing, but covers all our travel expenses and accommodation. Although that’s a factor in our decision to be here, he always gets the crowds in. He’s also known in the clubs for his anti-drug policy; basically, if anyone is caught carrying or doing drugs within the club’s walls, you get banned from ever entering again, and thrown to the cops. I may be a drunken ass half the time, but drugs are something I’ve never done. No intention of doing either.

  Slowly approaching the guys, Donovan having lost Callie along the way, I get my first glimpse of Luke, who Callie is crazy about, apparently. I give him a good once over and shrug. I have no idea why as there’s nothing special about him.

  “Reece. This is Luke – from Rebel Walking.” Phoenix frowns as he meets my eyes before moving his eyes between the two of us.

  “Luke,” I mumble, wanting to be anywhere but here right now, especially knowing that Callie likes this guy.

  He grins and laughs before looking off to his right. I follow his line of sight and see Thalia and Callie in deep conversation with their heads together. No fucking way.

  “You’ve spotted my fiancée,” Phoenix says making it known one of the girls is with him.

  “You’re not engaged to them both, though. Which one’s yours?” Luke asks, rubbing his whisker covered jaw, and licking his lips without removing his stare.

  Phoenix glances at me as though he’s waiting for me to say something before giving Luke his attention again.

  “The dark haired one. Thalia. The other one is her best friend, Callie…she has a thing for you.”

  Fuck me. My eyes immediately meet Phoenix’s.

  “I think I’ll go and say hi then.” Luke glances between us before saying, “She has gorgeous legs and a tight ass.”

  “You have no idea,” I mumble under my breath, but he catches it anyway. His expression changes from lust to surprise.

  Unable to stand still any longer, I turn my back on them and walk onto the stage to start helping get the gear set up. If I’m busy there’s less chance of me starting anything with Luke, but he better keep his damn hands to himself, otherwise…

  “What the fuck’s wrong with you? And don’t say Callie. You made your choice about her, now you have to live with it.”

  I stiffen at the voice, but continue to set up the equipment. “Thanks for that – Mom,” I sarcastically tell Donovan without looking up.

  He l
aughs. “You do know Luke has a reputation with the women?”

  I drop a speaker on my foot. Motherfucker! Why did I decide to wear sneakers instead of boots?

  Looking at Donovan under my eyelids, I watch him wipe his eyes, which are watering with his loud as fuck laughter.

  “Sorry…” he sits down on top of another speaker, chuckling and not sorry at all.

  Taking a deep breath, he tries again. “Sorry man. That must have hurt like a fucker.” He grins.

  I frown at him. “Do you think we can get through a night without you mentioning Callie and my past screw up?”

  Donovan’s laughter fades and the smile slips from his face. He leans forward with his hands resting on his knees. “That’s the thing…it’s not in the past.”

  “Like hell.” I heave the speaker into position and start plugging the gear into the relevant slots. “It’s in the past and that’s where it’s staying.”

  I can feel his glare as he stands behind me. “Fuck if it is. But I’ll tell you something, she’s a sexy, smart, young woman. And if you don’t intend to go after her, groveling on your knees, then, as far as I can see, she’s a free agent.”

  I clench my fists wanting to plant them in his face, but luckily for him, he walks away and I’m left there with a pile of equipment to set up. “Suits me just fine,” I snarl and throw myself into the job.

  Lifting up the next speaker, I continue slamming around, as I finish setting some of the gear up in silence. As I work, my gaze finds the chick from before standing to one side of the stage, licking the fuck out of a longneck. My dick twitches behind my zipper.

  Shifting my gaze to the opposite side of the stage, I can see Callie and Thalia standing talking to Luke; I try and breathe through my anger. So what if there’s a guy sniffing around her? What the fuck do I care?

  Kicking a box out of my way, I stride toward the chick. My fists clenching. My breathing heavy. Fuck!

  ~ * ~

  Simon’s on stage introducing us to the crowd out front while we’re in the sidelines waiting to take up position, but all I can think about is Callie. Wondering what the hell she finds so damn attractive about him.