by Dani René
“Sure. I can call them when we land.” We would be back in LA early morning, so that will give me time to have everything finished. Once that’s done, I want to plan a vacation for Tay and me. Maybe take her up to Napa for some wine tasting. A dirty weekend. My email alerts me of a new message. As soon as I open it, my body goes rigid.
I thought we heard the last from Arina. No such luck.
“I want a restraining order.” With a glance up at Kierra, turning my screen so she can read the message. Her face drains of color. Her stare locks on mine.
“This is ridiculous.” I nod in agreement. Arina is still begging me to organize a show with Gucci for her. There have been women that were unscrupulous with using me and my fame for what they wanted. She takes the cake. I never came across someone this low. She’s heard about my relationship with Tayla, since I announced it to the world. “I will handle it. This little bitch is starting to seriously piss me off.” Ki hated her. Even though we dated for two years, there was always an underlying tension between them. I was stupid. I know that. Leaning back, I close my eyes and try to get some sleep.
“Callum Hayes, I heard a lot about you.” My eyes take in the slim woman wearing next to nothing. She’s one of the models. I recognize her from the show. Liam and I spent the evening at New York Fashion week. It’s frustrating needing to be seen. I was content to relax in the hotel, but my brother is happier with the five women he has hanging from his arms.
“You have?” She nods. Her manicured finger travels over my chest. It's like taking candy from a baby. No challenge. I could snap my fingers and she will drop her panties.
“They say you have a beautiful… voice?” Her other hand falls to my crotch. My dick thickens at her touch. With a gulp, I down my drink and grasp her wrist and haul her backstage.
“You want my cock?” My rough growl in her ear has her body trembling.
“I do.” I lift the hem of her dress, tugging it up, finding her naked beneath. A slow stroke of her slick bare cunt has my shaft throbbing.
“You’re already dripping for me?” My index finger slides into her with ease. She’s tight. Hot. Wet. Just how I like them. The buzz of the champagne, wine, and beer has me aching to drive into her.
“Fuck me. Anyway you choose.” Her words are fuel to my raging hard on. I pull my finger from her and drop my zipper. With the foil wrapper on the floor, I sheath myself and slam into this little slut. Fuck. Her body cinches my thick erection. I draw out slowly and plunge in deeper, leaving her breathless.
“That’s it, take my fucking dick. You wanted a rock star to fuck you.”
“Yes, fuck me!” Her cries are loud. Bringing my hand up, I cover her mouth as I ram into her. Her whimpers are muffled. Her legs tighten around my waist, pulling me in. My release is close and when her eyes roll back and her cunt squeezes me, my body goes rigid and I fill the rubber.
As soon as I slip out of her, I discard the condom in the trash. Her green eyes glisten up at me, I recognize the emotions that are always there. Desire. Lust. Need. Once her dress is smooth, and I am tucked in my pants, we make our way out to the party. My brother’s stare settles on me. His eyebrow quirks in question. I don't acknowledge him. Strolling to the bar, I order a drink. Once I have another beer, I down it in one deep swallow. “Here’s my number rock star. Call me if you want a repeat performance.”
With a wink, she leaves a napkin with her number written in bright red lipstick. Against my better judgment I push it in my pocket.
My eyes crack open as soon as the plane is coming in to land. My mind is reeling from the dream. It was too real. My past wasn’t the brightest and the things Arina and I did were constantly on the subtle line between right and wrong. I never did drugs though. My brother on the other hand did. Kierra’s stare is burning a hole into me. When I meet her gaze I realize she’s worried about Arina.
“I emailed our PR. They’ll issue a statement about you and Tayla. Then we can have the restraining order delivered. You know there will be retaliation?” I nod. I need that woman out of my life. This shit has to stop. My life is finally where I want it to be. With a delicate caress on my girl’s cheek, her eyelashes flutter, and I am met with deep chestnut.
“We’ve landed.” She grins and my heart soars. Nothing can prepare you for the moment love strikes. She has captured my splintered soul and filled the cracks with her love. My sweet damaged angel.
“Hey.” Her voice is heavy with sleep. When she straightens, I miss her body against mine.
“Hey gorgeous.” Planting a soft chaste peck on her lips, I rise, clutching our bags. Lacing my fingers with hers, we disembark. I leave the crew to pack the trunk. Liam, Kierra, Ryan, Tayla, and I step into the arrivals section of the airport and we are hounded by press. There are a few hundred people, yelling and hollering. The flashes are blinding and I immediately pull my hoodie up. Tay follows suit, and we are led by the security through to our waiting car.
“That was unbelievable.”
“It was. Guess they’ve learned about my current relationship status.” With a roll of her eyes, she peers at me. Pulling her against me, I wrap my arms around her. The desire to touch her is a persistent ache.
“Bro, you’ve upset a few million women. It’s okay, I am ready to help them overcome the disappointment.” Liam’s chuckle earns him a scowl from both girls. “What? I’m joking.”
“You better be kidding, Hayes. Or you can deal with my sister.” My brother and Emma hit it off in London, and when she arrives back here in a month I expect his hands will be full trying to deal with her. Both Quinn sisters are little sticks of dynamite.
“Tayla, understand this. There are things I will do to her. Things to make her forget she was angry with me.” The smirk on his face is evidence of whatever is running through his mind is filthy. It’s something I don't need to know. Or be privy to imagining.
“Bro, seriously. We do not need visuals.” Laughter echoes throughout the car. We’re pulling up to the house moments later. There's something I have to ask my girl, and I hope she will not deny me. My phone rings as we step into the living room. A quick glance at the screen tells me that this isn't good. I don’t want to take the call, but ignoring her would only anger her. “Hayes.” With a smile, I leave Tayla and stroll outside. “What?”
“Do not take my threat lightly, Callum. Your help landing the Gucci show is vital for me. I have to walk for them. Make it happen.” Arina’s voice grates my nerves, but there is nothing I can do until the press release is ready. Stalling her is my only option. This is ridiculous.
“You know I can’t do this anymore. It’s done. Over. Do you not understand? I am in a relationship.”
“Twenty-four hours.” Her words are venomous, and the poison runs through my veins. There will be consequences if I don't follow through. Knowing the woman on the other end is a snake, I shudder to think what she has up her sleeve. The restraining order is imperative then she can disappear.
“Fuck you.” The line goes dead. I feel eyes on me, and when I turn I come face to face with Tay. Her gaze holds questions. Do I tell her? A decision needs to be made quickly because this is it. She would not let it go. I can see it in her eyes. The last time I kept a secret from her she left me. Now, I choose to do it right. Honesty is the best policy. Right?
Tayla
I stood there staring at him. Waiting. The indecision in his eyes made me realize something was wrong. Terribly wrong. The question was, will he trust me enough to tell me? “Cal?”
“Darling, let’s sit. I need to talk to you.” Those words tugged at my heart more than I wanted it to. There was an ache deep inside my chest I never wanted to feel. Was he breaking up with me? This must be about his ex. Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Arina is demanding that I help her get into a show. I have done it before when I was seeing her. She's capable of fucking with my life, if I don’t do it. Nothing exists between me and her. I told her to fuck off. My concern is that she may force my hand.” The fea
r seeped into my veins. The icy shiver than ran through my body was too much to handle. I rise abruptly and turn away from him. She could dig into my past and find what I did. She could easily break us up and have Callum back in her life. If I leave, then maybe she won’t have anything to hold over him.
“I should go. It's easier if I am gone. Just give her what she wants for now. Once I am away from here, from you, then you won't have to worry about her finding out about my job at the club. What if she finds out about him? He could ruin your life.”
“The fuck you are. There’s no way in hell I am letting you walk out that door. Do you hear me? And that fucking dick who hurt you, he should try and come after me, he will be fucking sorry he was ever born.” He was behind me in an instant. With his arms circling me, the tears flowed. As soon as I blinked, they fell. My cheeks wet with the ache of putting him through this.
“Callum. She’s forcing you to do this because of me.” His hold tightened around me. Protecting me in ways he didn't even know. “She knows that we are together.”
“That’s why we will fix it.”
“I can’t ask you to.”
“You’re not asking. I am telling you.” I loved him with all I am. Is there a way we can make it through this? He grips my shoulders and turns me to face him. Our eyes latched on each other. The emotion was unmistakable. Screaming at me. Love. Nothing else. There was no doubt in his gaze. My heart stuttered for a second. This was real. I had no choice. Leaving is pointless. I will never survive without him. “Baby, you listening?”
“What?” Had he been talking?
“I said we need to talk to Ki and the guys. You’re not leaving. That’s for damn sure.” I smiled. Nodding, I leaned up on my tiptoes and kissed him on his cheek. His day old stubble tickled my lips.
“Okay.” With an arm circling my waist, he tugged me into the house with him. “Everyone, there's something you should know.” Ryan and Liam turned toward us. Kierra gave me a slight smile of encouragement. My racing heart calmed considerably. Her expression showed all I needed. I was part of their family. The story about what happened with him affects me every day. But I have Callum.
“What’s up bro?”
“Arina wants me to get her into the Gucci show. Since she's history, I told her to fuck off. You know what she’s like.”
“Yea, a fucking roach.” Liam’s dislike for this girl ran deep.
“Cal, I recall you’ve had shit with her for a while. What can we do?” Ryan flopped onto the sofa. With a grin, his eyes darted between the two of us. “Do you need me to drop kick her?” It’s true. He was an enormous guy, standing six feet tall he was taller than Callum. His broad shoulders made him scarier. The only thing that made him approachable, was his smile, it was especially charming. His personality matched. The all round nice guy. He was the joker of the group. He and Liam loved pranking the crew which was amusing.
“So let’s fucking dump her in a hole someplace.” Liam’s chuckle masked it, but I expect he was being serious. At the start of my relationship with Cal, he didn't trust me, but when his gaze landed on me now, the smile he gave was sincere. “Don’t worry darling, that little fame whore will be history soon.”
“Thank you. There is something I have to confess. About me. Callum knows, and it's taken me a while to pluck up the courage to talk about it. Since I am not allowed to leave.” I peered at my boyfriend, who grinned in response. “I should be honest. When I was studying. My parents had just left to go to the UK, my dad had lost his fortune to his business associate. When the offer arrived from the insurance company for him to have a permanent job, he accepted. We were bankrupt. I was sleeping on my classmate's sofa. She was the one who got me a position at the place she worked. A part time gig. I needed money. For my apartment. For school. My father luckily paid most of my schooling before he lost everything. I lacked the basics. Books, food, you get the idea.” My glance settled on each person in the room. Callum’s grip on me tightened. It was comforting. He supported me. “I ended up dancing. It was an upmarket club. I did aerial yoga, and the owner thought it would be a distinct performance to bring in the crowd.”
I took a sharp breath. “Anyway. I didn’t strip. Or fuck anyone.” Cringing at my words. Everyone was silent. “So, I danced and paid for my apartment. I studied. There was a guy, a patron. He got… attached. I… There wasn’t anything I could do. He… I…” The story tumbled from my mouth. Nobody moved and tears streaked me face. Suddenly, Liam bolted to his feet. Capturing me in a bear hug. We stood silently. My body relaxed in his arms. My tears stained his T-shirt. Everything seemed too much.
He leaned in and mumbled. “So do we get a private show?”
“Fuck off, Liam.” Callum groaned. I peer at my boyfriend, his eyes shining with annoyance.
Ignoring his brother, Liam carried on. “Look, Tayla, darling. This is not as bad as you think. You shouldn’t be ashamed of what you’ve done. We make mistakes, and we do things we aren’t proud of, but my brother loves you, so do we.” For the first time since I met Liam Hayes he stared at me with heartfelt affection. There was something so surreal having one of the world’s hottest men convincing you, you are a part of his family.
We’re on our way to Salt Lake City. We’ve been driving for five hours, another four to go, maybe five. The bus is spacious, but not enough. I am tired, grumpy, and in need of a hot shower. This is the first local show Hunter's are playing, and I am intrigued to see how the crowd handle them. Or vice versa. My body hurts. I roll over in the small bunk bed and peer over at Callum. He’s been asleep for the last hour and I am tempted to wake him up for a cuddle.
“I can see you.” His raspy voice sends a tingle down my spine.
“How can you see me?” I lean up and whisper in his ear.
“Because your eyes are burning a hole into me. You realize it’s creepy watching me while I sleep?” He murmurs. Our hushed whispers are low in the silence of the bus. The rest of the band are only a few feet away.
“It’s not creepy when you aren't sleeping is it?” When his normally sky-blue gaze locks on me and turns a stormy grey, my belly somersaults. I reach down and find him rock hard in his sweats. With a squeeze, he pulses in my grip. A crooked grin curls his perfect lips.
“You are a very naughty girl, Tayla.” Desire thick in his growl as he pulls me on top of him. Our bodies align perfectly. I can’t sit up since the beds allow little room, but I straddle him. His soft smooth hands run up my back, moving over to my chest. When his thumbs tease my nipples, an electric current shoots straight to my clit. The rough pads flick over my pebbled buds sending shock waves of pleasure through me. “Mmmm, my baby is turned on for me.”
“Always Cal, you know that.” I lean in and our lips mold together. A fusion of yearning. I suck his bottom lip into my mouth. The sweet flavor of the orange juice he had only hours before mixed with the flavor of him is intoxicating. My teeth graze his full lips, and a groan rumbles in his throat. The vibration trembling through me.
“Can you be quiet?” He questions hoarsely. I nod quickly. He’s about to fuck me. Hard. Fast. And there’s nothing I want more than him inside me. His eyes fall to my lips that are bruised from the rough kiss. We fumble with condom wrappers, and clothes until he is sliding into me. The thick solid shaft that fills me like no other man ever will has me whimpering. Somehow, Callum flips me over and is now hovering over me. His slow deep thrusts have me chewing my lower lip to keep from moaning out loud. My legs are wrapped around him and my head drops onto the pillow as he slams into me hitting that spot that has my toes curling.
My nails dig into his back. Our mouths collide in hungry kisses. His tongue licks into me. Devouring. Tasting. Consuming. A frenzy of pleasure and desire burn through my veins, tightening my core. My orgasm coils within me. And when my pussy clenches, milking his release, my mouth comes down on his shoulder. My teeth sink in until I taste blood. Callum’s feral growl is a primal base sound. Animalistic in every sense. I feel a sharp sting
as he bites into the sensitive skin of my neck, sucking hard, marking me. I know there’ll be a bruise later.
There are moments in your life you wonder why something happens. This was one of those occasions. The events of tonight will forever be a mystery. Why? How? I am standing in the VIP section of the Meet & Greet with Ki. The boys are signing autographs and taking photos with VIP ticket holders. Watching them interact with the fans is the same as seeing them with friends. They regard each person with the utmost respect. Since the European tour I have become used to Callum with the female fans.
It’s only until I recognize Arina walk up does my world swirl and bile rises in my throat. “What the fuck is she doing here?” The venom in my voice surprises me.
“Fuck.” Kierra’s response gives me the indication she didn’t know about the impromptu visit either. She walks up to the band and Callum’s face falls into a sneer. He leans in and whispers in her ear. It can’t be good, because her expression contorts into an unpleasant grimace. It's as if I’m having an outer body experience. There’s nothing I can do to stop the next few minutes from playing out.
In slow motion, she turns towards him. Her arm reaches up to his chest and a metallic glint shines in the dim light. Two bodyguards grab at her, but her hand makes contact. Callum crumples and that’s when I see blood. The icy chill that flows through my veins burns, my heartbeat deafens me as it pounds in my ears. No amount of self-control can stop you from wanting to crawl to that person and burrow yourself inside them. Into their very soul.
Kierra’s scream rips me from the horrific scene in front of me. Willing my legs to move, I bolt to the man I love. He’s on the floor. Gripping his ribs. When I hear the anguished cries, I wonder who it is. Only when strong arms surround me, do I realize it’s coming from me. Liam’s got a hold on me while the medics rush to treat his brother. He’s pulling me away. I try to fight, but I can’t. I need to be there. I have to see him. Touch him. Why is Liam pulling me away?
