by Dani René
Just then my gaze falls on the door and our guests arrive. “Our dinner party have arrived.” I stand as Mr. and Mrs. Quinn walk up to our table. If I had a camera to capture Tayla’s expression, I would have framed the beautiful photo. Her face lit up like the Empire State building on New Years.
“Dad! Mom!” She jumps up and gives them both a long hug. She snaps her stare up. “You did this?”
I nod. “I figured you needed family time.” We all take our seats and I slip into the chair next to Tayla. She’s seated between me and her mother. They both offer me a warm smile.
“How?” She darts her gaze between me and them.
“I got your parents number from Emma and since they were in London, I invited them out to see you before we head back to LA.”
We’re almost through dinner and everything is going smoothly. Her father seems to be content with my answers about looking after Tayla. Her mom is wonderful. Just like my girl. I notice where Tay gets her beauty from. When they leave to the restrooms. I hand the other box I have for Tayla to Mr. Quinn.
He opens it and peers at it for a lengthy while. My heart constricts in my throat. I hope he approves. With a snap he closes it and hands it back. Our eyes meet, but he hasn’t responded. Just then the ladies join us. I am on edge. His approval would mean a lot. His daughter is the love of my life.
“Callum, darling, if you don’t mind. I think myself and Richard will leave now. Thank you for everything, but I am getting tired and I don’t want to stay out too late. You, and my baby have a delightful evening.” She presents an affectionate smile and the pointed look she gives her husband is evidence enough she recognizes how this night will play out.
“Yes, we’re heading to the hotel. Callum, it’s been a pleasure meeting you. You take care of my angel.” He reaches out a hand and I grasp it. With a firm shake, the nod he gives is unmistakable. “I admire you, son. We will visit you soon.” When he draws me in for a brief hug, his tone is low. “You have my blessing.” My chest almost bursts with happiness.
“Thank you, so much. That means everything.” Once they’ve left. Tayla sits quietly sipping her wine. I can’t help watching her, every movement she makes is refined. Beautiful. Delicate.
“Petal, are you okay?”
“Cal, that was incredible. Nobody has done anything like that for me. I love you.” Her words are sincere. She's missed them, it must be rough being so far from your parents. Especially today of all days. The MC steps up and persuades people up to dance. The first song I would recognize anywhere. Kerli was an artist I worked with on two songs. Her release Chemical was just starting, and I needed my girl with me.
“Dance with me, Ms. Quinn.” I rise and offer her my hand. When she slips hers in mine, I draw her up and we make our way to the nearly empty dance floor. The lyrics are perfect for how I feel about my extraordinary woman. My love for her is more than physical, it’s embedded in my soul.
As the song comes to an end, I realize it’s time. This is it. When I first saw Tayla walk into my house, I knew I had to have her. You see, there’s something I have never told anyone before. Love for me was something that I believed I should stay away from. When I saw the pain my mother went through after my father left, I promised myself that love was something I would rather not have. Now that I have Tay in my life, I want love, I want everything I was so afraid to feel.
As she steps back, I stop her by holding her wrist. “Wait.” Her face is passive as I drop to one knee in the middle of the busy restaurant. Everyone is still chatting and eating, but as soon as the whispers travel around the room, everyone stops. They’re all watching us.
“Callum, what are you doing?” Her blush is beautiful. I want her to blush for me everyday for the rest of my fucking life. The MC holds the mic out to me and I grab it with one hand, holding Tay’s with the other.
“Tayla Quinn, you stumbled into my life. Literally. It’s been almost nine months of an intense and wild ride. We’ve been through a lot and somehow you’re still here with me. I don’t know why.” The crowd laughs, but they hang on to every word. So does she. “I never wanted love. The fear of seeing what my mother went through, made me a cynical bastard. I went through life thinking women were just there for entertainment, I didn’t involve feelings or my heart.”
Her breathing hitches and tears fill her eyes. “That is until you strolled into my life. Threw a mug of coffee over me. Until you ordered me not to be intrusive and interrupt you while you’re speaking. Until you forced me to realize that love isn’t something I should be scared of, but something I need to embrace with both hands. Now, as I kneel before you, I need to accept not only you, but us, with both hands. You’re the lyrics to my song, the melody to my life, and the symphony to my forever. Tayla Quinn, will you do me the honor of being Mrs. Callum Hayes and be my wife? Be my happy ending?”
The place is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone is holding their breath, so am I. She’s silent while her gaze wanders over me, then to our enthusiastic audience. We’re all waiting with bated breath. I want to say something more, but I prefer not to interrupt her. When her gaze settles on me then, she grins and nods.
“Yes, Callum.” Two of the most magnificent words I ever heard. The crowd applauds, and the MC grabs the mic from me. I pull my girl into me, picking her up and twirling her around. “Cal?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Do I get a ring?” My loud chuckle echoes through the restaurant. Letting her down. I tug the box from my pocket. Snapping it open, I grasp out the elegant white gold ring. It’s also custom designed. A single solitaire diamond surrounded by pink diamonds. As quickly as it slips onto her finger, the music starts, and the announcement of our engagement is made.
I don’t know how long we danced that night, but I can tell you, by the time I took my fiancé to the bedroom I wasn’t tired when I stripped her out of the beautiful dress she wore and made love to her till the sun came up.
Epilogue - Callum
The music room is quiet tonight, and I enjoy the welcome silence. We’ve just finished filming our latest video and I need to take a few day off. It’s been three weeks since Tay and I got engaged, and she has been busy trying to finalize the wedding plans. Kierra has been incredible with the schedule, venues, and everything else my girl needs.
As I take a seat on the bench in front of the piano, I inhale a long deep breath. There’s a song I’ve been working on for the ceremony. I want to surprise her and I only have time to write when my angel isn’t here. She’s sneaky though. She found my notebook the other night wanting to know what I was writing.
We've decided on warm weather for our celebration, so we have set a date in summer. We have rented a winery in Napa. It’s romantic, beautiful and we will stay after the reception. The girls have been shopping for dresses non-stop and Tayla has her mind on something particular. I can’t wait to feast my eyes on her in the dress. Out of it too.
“Cal.” Her soft sweet voice tugs me from dirty thoughts and vivid images.
“What’s up, Petal?” Twisting to face her, I notice she’s dressed in a floor length charcoal dressing gown. It's new, I haven't seen it before. “You buy that today?” She nods, shutting the door. She turns the lock with a soft click.
“I wanted to say hi. I missed you.” Her tentative steps towards me allow me to fully take her in. The robe is sheer and in the dim light of the lamps behind her, her curves are visible through the satin material. An exquisite sight and my cock agrees, throbbing in agony against my zipper.
“I missed you too, gorgeous.” She reaches up and slips off the thin robe. The lump in my throat nearly suffocates me as I try to swallow past it. She’s wearing a tiny black thong, matching corset, and a garter belt. I didn’t notice it earlier, but she also has a pair of black heels on her feet. “Fuck.”
“You like?”
“Jesus, Tayla, I fucking love.” My groan is evidence enough that my lust for her is through the roof. Her sweet giggle sends el
ectric currents to my dick. I am aching to fill her tight wet cunt. “Come over here.” She complies. As soon as she’s standing between my thighs, my hands hold onto the backs of her knees. “Lean over.” When she does, I have an incredible view of her luscious tits.
Chestnut eyes stare at me, waiting for my next command. “Do you enjoy making me hard for you?” Her nod is brief. Her pupils dilate as I caress her legs. I grip her hips, pushing her back. Rising from my seat, we’re now face to face. Or face to chest. She’s a head shorter than me, and when I glance down, the beautiful cleavage has a low groan rumbling in my throat.
“Cal…”
“Shhh, Petal. I am in charge. I want you to hold onto the edge of the piano. You will bend over, till your sexy little ass is poised for me. Then you are to spread your legs wide. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Callum.” A smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth. I step backward and watch her lean forward. It’s taken all my strength not to spank her creamy skin or rip that tiny scrap of material from her body and ram inside her. The room is so quiet. Her breaths are the only thing I hear. And they’re becoming harsher. The anticipation of what I’m about to do is turning her on.
Unzipping my jeans, I drop them to the floor, and tug my tee off. I am standing in a pair of briefs and nothing else. I pad towards her. With a tight grip on her hips, I press my rigid cock against her ass. “Cal… Please?” Without warning, I raise my hand, bringing it down on her peach ass. The red print appears and I can’t help smiling. Mine.
“What, Petal? You came in here for something tonight. You want my cock darling? You need me to fill your tight little pussy deep and hard?”
“Yes. I do.”
I rain a second swat on the other cheek of her porcelain flesh. Her long hair is loose. Perfect. Fisting it, I pull her up against me. “You ache for me? Like this?” Thrusting my erection between her ass cheeks again earns me a sexy whimper. When she pushes against me, I know she’s probably dripping. “My naughty little angel is wet for me, isn’t she?”
Her head moves, in what I can only assume to be a nod. “Be quiet okay.” Another attempt at agreeing with me and I push her over on the black shiny wood of the piano. With a swift move, I rip the thong from her body. Her gasp is louder than I want, which earns her two more swats.
But when I squat behind her it’s me who groans loudly. Her sweet nectar scent intoxicates me. With my tongue flat against her, I lick her long and slow. Fuck! My dick is throbbing painfully. I can’t handle it anymore. Rising, I shove my briefs off and without a word, plunge deep into her. To the hilt. The sexy noises that escape her mouth have me pulsing inside her.
Pulling out and slamming back in, my body trembling. Again and again. I am coiled so tight I may snap. “Cal… Cal.. um..” Her broken words rip me from a haze of lust. “I ache for you everywhere.” It takes a minute for her request to sink into my sex fuelled brain. My thumb circles the puckered hole I have been dying to claim.
“Here, baby? You want me to take your tight little ass?” There are no words, only a nod. I pull out of her sopping pussy, sliding two fingers into her. Using her arousal as lubricant, I tease the incredibly tight hole. She’s so fucking tight. I won’t last long.
My fingers slip into her slowly. “Relax, baby. I need you calm. Okay?” She nods again. My fingers slide into her ass. As soon as she relaxes, my fingers slide in easily. She trusts me with her body. It’s the biggest turn on ever.
When I nudge her with the crown of my shaft she whimpers. Slowly working the tip into her. “That’s it baby. Just relax.” My fingers slide into her pussy and flick her clit, tweaking it. Taking her concentration off my cock and onto what my hand is doing. She relaxes as I inch my way deeper. Slow. Methodical. As soon as I slip into the tightest part of her, my eyes roll back. Jesus, fuck! “God, Tay, you feel so good. So fucking good.”
“Fuck me, Callum. Please?” That’s what I needed to hear. My body moves of its own volition. Sliding in and out. Faster. Harder. Slower. My mind is blank. All that matters, is our joined bodies. My grip on her hips will leave a bruise, there’s no doubt. My cock pistons into her. “Yes, Cal. I’m close.” Those four words bring me to the edge. I reach around and tweak her hard bud with my thumb and forefinger sending her crashing into the abyss with me. My Angel. My Petal. Forever.
Playlist
The music that inspired this book
Young And Beautiful – Lana Del Rey
When You’re Gone – Avril Lavigne
Start Again – Red
Better Than Me – Hinder
Hurt So Good – Astrid S
Don’t Let Me Down – The Chainsmokers, Daya
You Are Here – Denmark + Winter
Suffocating – Alyssa Reid
Cold Sweat – Band of Skulls
Ride - Chase Rice
Full playlist HERE
Between Lust & Tears
Backstage Series - Book Two
Copyright © 2016 by Dani René
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Dedication
To everyone who has ever walked away from something, someone,
or decided not to take a chance on something they really want.
There should never be a time you don’t feel good enough.
You should never feel as if you’re not worthy.
Whether it’s love, a job, a dream you’re working toward,
go for it, take a chance. Do that THING that makes your heart full.
Because you are worthy, you should have everything you dream of, anything that makes your heart smile.
No matter what your past is, leave it behind.
Look forward, that’s where you’ll find happiness.
Our heartbeats, the rhythm
Our bodies, the song
Our love, the lyrics
And between lust & tears,
I’ll love you forever
Prologue
Two years earlier
What a fucking perfect night. The crowd was wild. My body is still buzzing from the adrenalin and the bottle of whiskey I finished. The two groupies who followed me back to the hotel room are playing on the bed. Leaning down, I grab the rolled-up hundred-dollar bill and inhale the thick, white powder on the mirror. One line. Two lines.
As soon as I straighten, my nerves alight with desire. An ache I need to satisfy. My cock is hard and thick, ready for a mouth, a cunt, anything they’re willing to offer. I know my brother will give me grief tomorrow if this gets out, but who the fuck cares? I can do whatever the fuck I want.
“Lie back, beautiful. I want your legs open, wide. That tight little cunt is already glistening for me.” I stroke my cock slowly, watching the brunette recline on the silk sheets with her slender legs spread wide, offering me
a delicious view. The innocent little redhead I found in the crowd tonight is also ready to play. She wants to please me—they all enjoy pleasing me. They’re both smooth, shaven to the soft supple skin. Fuck, it’s got me so hard. All I can think of is sinking into their tight little holes. I enjoy the perks my life offers up to me on a platter.
My brother doesn’t understand why I love sharing. He never sees the point. But standing here watching these two sluts spread their thighs for me is a drug. It would be for any man. One that I will not deny myself. “Eat her. I want you to make her come all over your angelic face.” Grabbing a second bottle of whiskey, I down a gulp. It burns a slow, methodical path down my gullet. Easing the pain in my heart and the ache from being alone. No matter how many women I have in my bed, ultimately, I am alone.
Watching the girls play has my balls tightening. Such a beautiful sight. Two willing groupies, wanting to make me feel good. For tonight, I will forget everything but them. The brunette bucks and cries out as she finds release. My turn. “Both of you, on your backs.” The giggles ripple over my skin as I watch them obey.
Shaking my head, I lean in and slowly lap at the sweet, decadent treats on the bed. Both girls have their legs splayed and it’s a buffet of honeyed pussy. I reach over and slowly stroke the brunette while my tongue feasts on the redhead. They’re both dripping wet. Ready to do anything I want them to. My fingers plunge inside the brunette, and she moans. A low, sexy sound.
The redhead has her fingers fisted in my short hair, holding me against her smooth little hole. Her cunt is dripping. A sweet waterfall of honey, and I drink every drop.
My cock is painfully hard, and I need to be inside one of them. Straightening, I point to the brunette. “On your back, on the pillows.” Then looking at the redhead. “On your knees. I want your face in her cunt.” She doesn’t question me, her movements fluid. I am so fucking high, flying above the pain that always wrenches me back to the dark loss.
