by Dani René
“Callum, you’re so fucking huge.”
Her words add fuel to the fire, and I draw out. Driving back in, hard and deep. Her whimper tells me I am hitting that delicate edge between pain and pleasure. “Good, because you will take me. Every fucking inch of me. As you walk around during the show, you will feel me between your thighs. Do you hear me?” She nods and I continue plunging into her. Her sweet cunt is tight and hot. My release tingles down my spine. “Baby, I need you with me. I want you to come.”
I reach for her clit. My index finger circles the bud, teasing her. Her body pulses around me. Her release is close. “You will fucking scream my name.”
“Yessss.” She hisses and I can hear her teeth grinding to keep from screaming until I want her to. Pulling out, I slam into her so deep. She’s taking all fucking nine inches to the base and I watch her sweet little ass slamming back onto me. My fingers strum her clit. With the thumb of my other hand I gently circle her tight puckered hole.
“I will take all of you. You are mine. Every fucking inch of you. This will be mine too.” As the tip of my thumb slips into the back entrance of her body, she shudders and screams my name. Her molten core cinches around my shaft, sending me over the edge as I growl hers.
I am on stage, Kierra and Tayla are on the side next to the cameraman. The crowd is wild. I mean fucking crazy. We’re at the end of the set and the whole arena are on their feet. It’s incredible. I own them for the hours I am up here. I wanted to finish the show with the song I wrote last night, Between Love & Fire. The guys told me I should do it acoustic. Which I am excited to do because it will hold everyone’s attention. I planned this as her surprise, for her birthday. She needs to see I am serious about this.
As our current song ends and I stroll over to grab my guitar. Liam and Ryan leave to hide out with the girls. The lights drop. The spotlight blinks on, and I am lit up against the black backdrop. “How is everyone tonight?” The response is deafening. “Thank you for coming out to party with us. There's a special ending to this concert. Before I sing, I want to explain why I am alone up here. Two months ago, I met someone. We kept it quiet, but I am off the market now, because this girl stole my heart.” There are whistles and boos, and I can’t help smiling. I walk over to the microphone stand and lock it in place. I look at the front row. Eyes are locked on me and they're hanging on my every word.
“Anyway. I fucked up a week ago. I allowed something to come between us.” That’s when the crowd reacts. The booing echoes throughout the arena. “Okay, okay. Listen. She didn’t talk to me for a whole week. Then last night she walked out on me. She left. Said goodbye. And she took my heart and soul with her. When the door closed, I sat, wallowed and then wrote this. I need you to listen carefully because let me tell you. I love her. She’s beautiful, intelligent, and she is my beautifully undamaged angel. Strong, resilient, and fucking gorgeous.”
The shouts that fill the arena are unbelievable. I have heard screams and squeals. But nothing prepared me for the support and love from them when I told them the truth. “And I want to wish her a happy birthday with this song.” Then I started the song that was born in pain, but helped me survive and win my girl back.
Tayla
I open my eyes to the smell of coffee. It is heaven sent. The handsome man sitting in bed is just as ethereal. Last night was a blur. My sister arrived for the show, and we decided it would be a good idea to celebrate my birthday by getting drunk. This led us to a nightclub in Leicester Square, the name of said club eludes me in a haze of tequila. Callum had the whole crew in tow. The evening was so much fun. Emma and I chatted before the concert which I needed after the storeroom tryst with Cal.
“So you’re taking him back?” I nod. “Good. You need someone in your life, Tay. The way he looks at you is so sickeningly sweet.” I chuckle at that. She’s always been one for having fun. Not being tied down. My sister is only turning twenty-five in two months, so she should have fun.
“I realize that, darling. I need to stop running. There is so much uncertainty. And you know I am a jealous person.” She peers at me, her eyes narrow and I think I said something wrong when she giggles.
“Tayla Quinn, you’ve had it bad for Cal Hayes since you were a teenager.” My mouth falls open in shock.
“You remember that?”
“Of course! I was young, but I wasn’t stupid or blind. The scrapbook you had with pics of him plastered all over it. There were other musicians, but Callum was front and center.” With a wink, she chuckles at my incredulous stare.
“Does that mean you read my diary as well?” I recall hiding it with my scrapbook under my mattress, away from prying eyes. It seems I didn’t do a remarkably efficient job of it.
“I know your secrets sister.” I huff at her which earns me giggles. “Now, time for you to introduce me to that hot sexy beast of a man who loves to bang.” I look at her in shock. “The drummer!” She snickers and I can't help joining her. God, my sister can be crude sometimes.
“Emm, just be wary, Liam Hayes is not long term boyfriend material okay.” My warning falls on deaf ears. She’s gawking at the drummer as if he’s her next meal. Suddenly I feel sorry for him rather than her.
Emma is smitten with Liam. So I left her to it. It was adorable how she blushed every time he looked at her. She’s a grown woman, and I can’t treat her like a teenager anymore. There were ample times I advised her to be careful. She waved me off, convincing me she can take care of herself. Not that I didn't think she could. I worried about her heart.
I scoot up to find Callum holding a magazine. “You into gossip now too?” I tease. When he turns the page, a sexy grin curls his lips.
“Well, when my girlfriend is in the gossip pages with my brother. Yes, I am.” I snatch it from him. Paging to the picture he referred to. Front and center a half page photograph of Liam and I hugging.
“Are you fucking serious?” I was dressed in last night's outfit. The short black skirt and white tank top. My heels made me taller and put me at the same height as the older Hayes. He had his arm draped around my neck and he was kissing my forehead. The caption below it read LIAM HAYES ZEROING IN ON HIS BROTHERS GIRL. “I can't believe this.” I choke incredulously. “This makes the news?” I chuck the offending book on the floor and clutch the coffee that Callum left on my nightstand. Taking a leisurely sip, I savor the taste, hoping it will calm my anger at the press. I can feel him watch me silently.
“I love teasing you, Petal.” Glancing at him, I find a brilliant smile.
“You were right there. I mean you know what happened in that photo.” I put my coffee cup on the nightstand and turn towards him. Lifting the sheet, I move and sit astride his lap. His hands grip my hips. I take his face in my hands. His 5 o’clock shadow is rough against my palms. He gives me that wicked grin and a cheeky wink and my belly flip flops.
“Yes, baby. I needed to see how you handle gossip.” With a soft kiss, I feel the heat between us. The taste of his lips on mine. My fingers drop to his chest, stroking the toned smooth warm skin. A slight shiver trembles through his body at my touch. I love knowing I have such an effect on him.
“And have I passed your test, Mr. Hayes?” He nods and scoots lower, drawing the sheet over us. I was now laying on top of him, straddling the growing erection pressing against my core.
“Question is; can you pass the other test I have for you?” The rasp in his voice sends delicious shivers to my throbbing clit. My body pulses and my hips rock against him eliciting a low growl. I nod and lean in, murmuring in his ear.
“Do you have so little faith in me, Hayes? I am shocked and hurt.” I kiss his neck gently, my tongue teasing the sensitive skin. Moving to his chest, feathering kisses, taunting him with my mouth.
“Petal.” The timbre of his tone is a sexy warning. I scoot lower until I find his beautifully chiseled V muscles. They are prominent pointing to the thick ridge I needed inside me. My eyes latch on his, the cerulean blue now a dark stormy sea. His ho
oded gaze takes in my every move. When my lips part and my tongue darts out, licking along either side of his hips, the hunger that smolders in his passionate stare turns my core to molten lava.
I tug his briefs down. His cock juts out. Pointing at me. Long, beautiful, heavy, and hard. Silky steel. Delicious. I craved to devour him. Fisting him in my palm, I stroke him in slow measured movements. With a leisurely lick from root to tip, I flick my tongue at the crown, tasting the salty sweet arousal. His hands fist in my hair, keeping me still. “Open, Petal. I am going to sink into that hot sassy mouth of yours.” I see the satisfaction on his face as his hips rise and his shaft plunges into my mouth. When he hits the back of my throat, he stops. I gradually push forward taking him past my gag reflex. “Holy fuck.” His growl spurs me on and I bob my head up and down. I repeat the move, and accept him deep every time.
The salty caramel taste of him was exquisite. I craved more. I took him deep and hummed my approval sending him spiraling. His hips jerked violently, and I realized he was close. “Baby, I am going to fill your mouth. You will swallow every fucking drop of my hot seed into that tight little throat.” His crude words were hoarse and abruptly his shaft pulsed, thickened and the initial jet of his release shot into my mouth. I hastily devoured all he offered, then licked him clean. His expression was filled with satisfaction.
“Did I pass the test, Mr. Hayes?” I inquired in my sweetest tone. He chuckled and sighed. Nodding, he drew me up and over him.
“Petal, you absolutely will kill me with the way you do that. My murderous sexy minx.” He moaned and I couldn't avoid the grin on my face. He flipped us over and positioned himself between my legs. The soft kisses he feathered on my neck had me quivering. He brought his mouth to my nipples. Laving at the pebbled buds, teasing and tugging them between his teeth. Using his fingers on one while licking and suckling on the other. They tightened with desire and my hips bucked.
His talented mouth moved over my feverish skin until he reached my stomach. With a soft kiss on my tattoo just below my belly button, goose bumps rose over every inch of my body. Ignoring the place I needed him most, as he kissed my inner thighs. His beard tickled, and I was aching for release. “Your little pussy smells incredible. Delicious, sweet nectar. All mine.” Expert fingers stroked my smooth lips. “You’re glistening, so beautiful.” His tongue lapped at the entrance to my body. When I peered down, his mouth was wet with my arousal. “So fucking amazing.” He moved down again, suckling on my clit.
“Please, Callum? Fuck, please?” I begged.
Blue eyes cut a glance up and he smirked. “What, Petal? What do you need?”
“Fuck me. Please. Goddamn it, please?” His chuckle drove me crazy. With one long lick from the bottom to the top of my pussy, he plunged two slender fingers into me. An orgasm rippled from my core, tightening deep in my belly. As he finger fucked me, my pussy pulsed around him. My body shook violently as my release shattered through me, sending me spiraling. Stars flickered behind my eyelids as I came undone. I cried out his name. He crooked his fingers, hitting my sweet spot. My body convulsed, and I clutched the sheet with a white knuckle grip.
“That’s my, Petal. I need every fucking drop of your decadent nectar.” He drew my release from my soul. From my core. When my belly tightened again I thought I would pass out as I came for a second time, under his wicked touch. My thighs pressed together, his hand trapped between them as I almost shredded the sheets with my bare hands. I gradually fluttered down from my orgasms. Still trembling.
Suddenly his phone buzzed. “Fuck.” He cursed loudly, ignoring it he hovered over me, giving me a soft kiss. When it quietened, we lay in silence. “I love how you lose control with me, Petal. Every part of you is mine.” His deep voice laced with lust.
“So I passed?” My gaze brimmed with pleasure.
“I will have to evaluate your effort, Miss Quinn, but I have to report, that was at least a B+.” I reached up and bit his neck at the cheeky statement and he chuckled. “I better find out who that was.” He picked up his mobile, and I saw Liam’s name pop up. “What the fuck does he want at this ungodly hour?”
“Emma. How are you feeling this morning?” I asked a little too loudly and my sister winced. Cal and I had walked into the restaurant and found the rest of the crew having breakfast. Kierra was on her phone. Liam and Emma are attached at the hip. Thank God they had clothes on.
“I’m okay, considering the amount of alcohol we consumed.” She came over to give me a hug and surprised me by giving Callum one too. “Nice to see you two out of bed. I hear that’s where you spend most of your time.” She giggled and I couldn’t help groaning.
“It’s true.” Liam’s tone was gravelly from the previous night's drinking.
“Emm, you should stop listening to him. He’s a green eyed monster when he doesn't get any.” We sat down and he gave me the finger.
“I got plenty last night thank you.” That earned him a group groan. The image of him and my baby sister was not what I needed. Ever.
As soon as Ki ended her call, she glared at everyone, including Cal, Liam, and I. “Did I not tell you guys to not get yourselves caught on camera?”
“Ki, chill. We didn't mean to. It was an innocent kiss.” We all sat quietly and waited. I thought she was about to explode. Glad I wasn't on the receiving end.
“Liam fucking Hayes. Can you for one moment get your fucking head out of your ass? I have to fix shit you fuck up.” Her voice rose in a shrill shriek and I stared at her in alarm. She pushed out of her chair and stalked off, leaving us all in shock.
“I’ll go.” Ryan jumped up and ran after her. I grabbed the mug of coffee the waiter placed on the table and took long sip. I would need a gallon of caffeine to get through the day. We are headed back home tomorrow, and I was excited to sleep in my bed. That begged the question. Was I sleeping in my bed? Or Callum’s?
“We need to squash this. As soon as fucking possible. I don’t want Tay in the papers.” Callum’s tone was sharp, and I realized why. He didn’t want my past catching up to me. At least it was only local news.
“I am not overly worried by this. To be honest, I guess photos will appear from time to time. We have to be wary of what we’re doing. I mean it’s centralized to London.” I could tell from the tone of my voice I was unsure myself. The uncertainty that comes with our relationship is new territory. Completely. Everyone nodded in agreement, and I calmed. Cal leaned in and whispered in my ear.
“I am more concerned about them finding out your past. I don't want them judging you.” A shiver ran down my spine. I realized it will be exposed.
“I know, we will figure it out.”
“Yes.” He planted a gentle kiss on my nose. “Do you want to see your parents today?”
“They’re on holiday in Australia. They didn’t know I will be in London so they left before we arrived. Can we do a few touristy things?” I pout, and am awarded with a sexy chuckle. Since we head back to Los Angeles tomorrow I wanted to share a few of my favorite places in the city with him. Visiting in the past I have always been with my family. Now I can share it with my boyfriend.
“Sure, Petal.” Ignoring everyone, he leaned in and kissed me. The groans around the table had me giggling into the kiss.
“Guys, I would like to keep my breakfast in my stomach.” Liam’s voice cut through the foggy daze and we broke the kiss reluctantly.
Callum
Our initial stop on the tour was Tower Bridge. We stood at the center overlooking the river and I took a few hundred photos on my phone. It was windy and her sleek blonde hair swirled in every direction. It was good to relax, no stress from touring, or the press. Her laugh was a genuine, alluring sound that trickled into my soul.
Sweet.
Melodic.
Beautiful.
Her smile was radiant, carefree, and in that moment I knew I will love her forever.
As we stroll to the Tower of London, we hold hands. Being out in public, not caring who
saw us because she was my girl. There was nothing standing in our way. The world knows I am taken. I felt a weight lift from my shoulders.
I stole glances at her as we wandered around, and I realized without a doubt I wanted more. Since I laid eyes on her that day she spilled her coffee on me, this woman has stopped my life from spinning out of control. The echoes of her soul, mingled with mine, composing a melody in my heart. Beautiful. Everlasting. Our lives are intertwined like a song, woven with lyrics, chords, and notes. I can't let her go. Not now. Not ever.
“You okay, Petal?” Chestnut pools peer at me, and a grin lights up her face.
“Yes, I guess I am exhausted. It’s been a long few weeks.” I understood that. Touring isn’t easy. We’re headed home and things would blow up. The media will have heard my announcement and they would want to meet Tayla. I hope she’s ready for it.
“Let's go back to the hotel?”
“No, the Tower then dinner.” Once we reach the front of the queue, the girl behind the cash register glances up and I see the recognition flit across her stare. Fuck. Pulling my hoodie up, I offer her a slight grin and pay the entrance fee. Without another word, I pull Tay along with me.
“What was that about?” She snickers, stealing glances backward at our cashier.
“She recognized me. I was making a hasty getaway.” Tayla’s sweet laugh resounded through the crowd causing me to smile.
“Well, I think you’re safe now. I can be your bodyguard.” Another giggle escapes her beautiful plump lips. She’s so perfect.
Once we boarded the plane, Tayla fell asleep on my shoulder. She looked so peaceful. We were all exhausted. I let her rest. So I pulled out my laptop and worked on the details for the upcoming tour around the US. We had two weeks off. Then we had a few local shows. “Ki, we need to schedule a meeting with the label tomorrow. I want to finalize this album and get them off my back.”
