Fury 2: A Second Chance Romance

by Ward, Kira

  “Shitttt!” I cried.

  I instinctively tried to move, my reflexes trying to wiggle myself out of Caleb’s grasp, but it was hopeless. He was too strong.

  The skin of his pelvis smacked against my clit again and again, and that coupled with the mounting pressure against my walls, caused an orgasm to rattle through me without warning. My vision went dark, my mouth gaped, and my body vibrated as the feeling of pleasure swam up my spine from the spot where it felt like Caleb was tearing me in two.

  “Yes, baby!” Caleb cried, pounding into me like a jackhammer. “Yes! Yes!” He slammed into me with two hard, deliberate thrusts and fell onto his elbows, finally lowering his weight on top of me.

  I felt like we lay there forever before my vision finally cleared. Caleb’s cock was still inside of me, his head buried in the arch of my neck. And quite frankly, I didn’t want him to move. I wrapped an arm around his back and slowly stroked my fingers across his smooth, perfect skin.

  What had I been doing all those years when I could’ve had Caleb from the very beginning? Russell, Rick, and all the other guys I had dated? Who were those guys?

  I had been a very, very stupid girl, and finally someone had fucked some sense into me.

  Chapter 20

  Amanda

  I woke up the next morning curled up in Caleb’s arms. He looked adorable with his frazzled hair, laying there in a deep slumber.

  Sunlight poured through the hotel window, and judging by the brightness, it must have been at least 8 or 9 in the morning. That’s when I remembered that I had agreed to do a photo shoot that morning at 10:30am.

  I lifted Caleb’s arm as gently as I could, trying my best not to wake him. Once free, I shimmied quietly under the comforter until I was far enough away from his body that I could sit up and place my feet on the ground without waking him.

  I stretched my arms out and exhaled a quiet sigh before I stood up and tiptoed around the hotel looking for my underwear. Both of our clothes were thrown everywhere, and as I was picking up my panties, I saw Caleb’s cell phone light up on the floor. It must have fallen out of his pants during the previous night’s fray.

  I didn’t want one of us to accidentally step on his phone and break the screen, so I reached for it to set it on the table where it would be out of harm’s way. I had no intention of looking at his phone, but as I was lifting it, I saw something that made my heart start to pound.

  Sunny: I miss my sexy man already.

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  Sunny? Who the hell was Sunny, and why was he or she calling Caleb their sexy man? I looked over to Caleb, who was passed out cold on his pillow. Was he hiding something from me?

  I felt terrible when I swiped at the lock screen and saw that his phone didn’t have a password, but I couldn’t help myself from searching for answers. I clicked on his text message icon, and immediately his one unread text appeared.

  It was far worse than I could have ever imagined.

  Below the “I miss my sexy man already,” was a picture of Caleb with a woman—a woman I immediately recognized from the gas station the previous night. They were in a bed together. Caleb was under the sheets shirtless—probably naked—with his eyes closed. He was either sleeping or enjoying the fact that there was a beautiful naked girl lying right beside him. The girl was holding the phone up in a way that it caught her glimmering smile and her fully exposed breasts.

  The sheets were white, very similar to the sheets of the hotel that we were in—maybe even the same hotel—probably even the same hotel. Fuck. Maybe he even fucked her in the same bed.

  By then my heart was pounding out of my chest. I just stared at the photo for a minute or more, wondering how the hell he could have lied to me so easily, and how the hell I was so quick to believe him when he told me that I was the only one—that it wasn’t just about sex.

  Clearly, Caleb was just like all the other hot guys out there—except for Mason who seemed to break all the rules—who just wanted to fuck and play with as many girls as possible and were willing to lie and say anything to get it. How many times had he done that since we had been in Miami?

  Tears started streaming down my face, and I just wanted to get away. I was tired of getting fucked over, and tired of feeling like a stupid girl. Yet again, I picked the wrong guy. We hadn’t even used a condom. Everything I was doing with my life was just one big mistake after the other.

  I held in my gasps for air as I started to pick up the rest of my clothes and get dressed. It was 9:15, and I would have just enough time to slip out the door, catch an Uber, fix my makeup and make it to my photoshoot. Hopefully, they wouldn’t send me home because my eyes and face were red. One thing I didn’t want to do was have a confrontation with Caleb that would make me even more upset or make me late. I needed the money too bad.

  After I was dressed, I threw my purse over my shoulder and sat down at the desk in the room to tie the straps of my heels over my feet.

  “Morning babe,” Caleb croaked. He rolled over and stuck and arm behind his head. He blinked a few times as he eyes began to focus, and then his brow furrowed. “What are you doing up? Why are you getting dressed?”

  “I’m leaving,” I said as I finished attaching one strap and slammed my foot down. I reached for the other.

  “Why? What’s wrong?”

  “I’ve got to go Caleb. I have a shoot.”

  “You have work to do?” Caleb sat up in the bed and began to rub his eyes. “Why didn’t you wake me up so I can drive you?” He blinked a few more times and leaned forward. “Wait, have you been crying?”

  “I’m leaving. I’ve already called an Uber,” I said again as I put my other shoed foot on the ground and began walking towards the door.

  “Huh?! Wait!” Caleb jumped out the bed and started searching for his shorts.

  “I don’t have time to talk, Caleb.”

  “I don’t understand.” He finally found his boxers and was practically jumping to put them on.

  “Last night was a mistake, and I’m going.” I placed my hand on the door handle and turned.

  “What?! A mistake? I don’t understand. I thought we—”

  I opened the door and turned to look at him one last time. “Bye Caleb. I hope you have fun fucking all your fans. Don’t follow me either.”

  “What?”

  I shut the door and stormed down the hall.

  I could hear Caleb open the door. “What the fuck? Amanda…” he said down the hall.

  I kept walking.

  “Amanda…”

  I didn’t turn around.

  I heard him shut the door and another muffled, “What the fuck?!”

  After leaving the hotel, I got in the Uber and rode to the address of the photoshoot. I still had about 30 minutes left before my scheduled appointment. There was a little café across the street that I went inside and did my makeup and drank a cup of tea while I waited.

  I fought back tears as I swirled the teabag in my cup, but I needed to stay strong. I had already cried enough. Maybe I just needed to stay single for a while and forget about guys.

  Maybe I was meant to be alone.

  But then an idea crossed my mind. Caleb had lied and broken my heart, but he was walking out of the whole situation with a good fuck. He’d go back to racing and sleeping with other girls without a care in the world. What if I could get him back? What if I could make him feel just an ounce of the regret that I was feeling?

  I reached in my purse and found the tiny card that had tumbled its way to the bottom.

  Hector Garcia

  555-452-1985

  I keyed the name and number into my phone’s contact list and immediately sent a text:

  Hey, this is Amanda. I’m free this week if you’d like to meet up.

  Chapter 21

  Caleb

  I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off, shaking my head slowly as I did so. I had absolutely no idea what happened. The night before seemed perfect. Amanda and
I were getting along great and had incredible, mind-blowing sex. But the next morning I woke up to her storming out of the room and telling me that it was all a mistake. What was that all about?

  I hadn’t heard from her all day.

  It was painful, really, the way that she seemed so cold and didn’t even acknowledge me when I called her name down the hall. Was she really so heartless of a girl? Did she really brush me off the same way that she had back in high school?

  I threw my towel on the towel rack and returned to the main of the hotel room to put on a pair of crisp designer jeans, a t-shirt and a slick leather jacket. My phone buzzed on the counter, and I practically tripped when I rushed to pick it up, thinking that maybe it was a text from Amanda, telling me that she just had some sort of hormonal mood swing that morning.

  Yosef: I’d like to see you in a race with Hector next week. What do you think?

  My first thought was “Why would I do that?” I had only raced once on the track, and I remembered Mason telling me how he made it where he made it by picking and choosing the races that he’d race in. It wouldn’t be the best idea to race against Hector yet, unless I didn’t mind taking a loss. But my mind wasn’t on straight after Amanda walked out on me. I wanted to hit something.

  Me: Put me down.

  I slammed my phone in my pocket.

  If Amanda really thought that what we had done was a mistake, what could I do about it? Run after her? Try to convince her to like me as much as I liked her? How pathetic would that make me look? No… If she didn’t want me to chase after her, I wouldn’t. I’d just give her space while she figured out exactly what it was that she wanted.

  But I needed to get out of the hotel before I lost my mind.

  I left my room and took and took a drive through downtown Miami looking for some action. I had no idea where I’d end up, but I needed booze, music or anything to numb my mind from the crazy feelings that I was experiencing.

  It was a good 30 minutes or so of me coasting down the street, eying the different venues before I saw an unmarked door attached to some sort of storefront that had a line of people circling around the block. Half of them were women, wearing the tiniest, tightest shorts and skirts, obviously looking for trouble.

  I parked and stood in line for another 30 minutes before I finally got inside.

  I never caught the name of the place, but it was much larger inside than it appeared outside. People were dancing and lights were bouncing off the walls. It would have seemed just like Club Croatia if it weren’t for the fact that they were playing high-pitched pop music and every surface inside, from the floors, to the walls to the tables were painted an extremely white-white.

  “Whiskey, straight,” I said to a long-haired female bartender who was standing behind a circular counter, right in the middle of the venue.

  She just nodded and immediately began pouring my drink. Less than 10 seconds later, she had it in my hand, and I handed her a crisp ten-dollar bill to cover the charge.

  I turned and scanned the patrons, taking note of every girl in the room, especially the ones who looked like they weren’t paired up with a person of the opposite sex. Lots of singles. I noticed a tall, skinny blonde in a slim red dress dancing at her table with a shorter blonde wearing a pair of jeans and a cutoff shirt showing her midriff. Both were equally attractive, so it looked like a good place to start.

  “Ladies,” I said as I approached, raising my cup to both of them. They both stopped what they were doing and picked up their own drinks which were sitting patiently on their table, raising them to clank against mine.

  The shorter girl threw her friend a questioning look, and the taller one just smiled and push her hair back.

  “Are you guys having a good time?” I asked.

  “So far so good,” the taller girl said loudly.

  The shorter girl nodded.

  “I just saw this place when I was driving by. Looked like it was kind of poppin’”

  “It’s poppin’ every night,” the tall girl explained.

  I smiled. “And you? What’s your name?” I turned to her shorter friend. “Are you two sisters?” They both had the same shoulder length hair and their facial structures were very muted and similar.

  “I’m Sam,” the tall girl said and held out her hand.

  The shorter girl offered her hand too. “Melanie. We’re just friends, not sisters.”

  “What about you?” the tall girl asked. “Did you come with your friends?”

  “I came alone,” I answered.

  The two girls both glanced at each other and looked a bit taken back.

  “Where are you from?” Sam asked. “Your accent sounds a bit different.”

  “I’m from California.”

  “Oh, that’s cool,” Sam said. “So, you’re gay?”

  I almost dropped my drink. It was the first time that a girl I had just opened a conversation with had randomly asked me if I were gay. I didn’t even know what to think. I lifted my cup up to my mouth and dumped the rest of my whiskey inside.

  “Gay? Why would you think that?”

  The two girls exchanged looks, and then Sam leaned in. “You know this is a gay club right?”

  “Gay club?” I asked. I turned my head around and scanned the patrons again. There were a few guys hanging out with girls, but for the most part the pairs were same sex. I turned back towards the girls and let out a big sigh. “Looks like I made a mistake.” Could the day get any worse?

  “Yeah, this is the most popular gay club in Miami.”

  I shook my head. “So, I guess you two are lesbians then?”

  Sam laughed. “No, we’re not lesbians. We just come here so we won’t get hit on by guys. It’s a good place to dance and have drinks without any pressure.”

  I nodded and straightened my posture. “Oh... So I’m intruding?”

  The two girls looked at each other again and tilted their heads.

  “No, you’re okay,” Sam replied.

  For the next couple of hours, I drank and danced with the two blondes. I had never been in a gay club before, but it was pretty relaxing knowing that I had pretty much no competition for the girls that I was hanging out with. It was a bit weird when I’d looked across the room and got a wink and kissy face from a man twice as big as me, but I didn’t let it bother me.

  I was having fun. It wasn’t enough that I had forgotten about Amanda; even after several drinks, in the back of my head I kept replaying her walking down that hall, ignoring me the way that she had.

  Melanie warmed up to me and was constantly moving in close and giving me random hugs for just about any comment I made about my life or my likes and dislikes. But Sam was all over me. When we danced, she pushed her body as close to mine as possible, bumping her ass against my crotch, rubbing her hands across my face and neck. Eventually when we were dancing face-to-face, she moved in close and kissed me.

  Her mouth tasted strongly of peach vodka and she basically smelled like makeup. She wrapped a leg around me and leaned her weight back, forcing me to lean over while she held me in a kiss. It was a nice kiss, and so far she seemed like a great girl. I had no doubt, based on her behavior, that I could take her home to my hotel that night, and maybe, just maybe she would be the one to make me forget about Amanda.

  I lifted her back up and pulled away from her kiss, and she exhaled and wiped her lips with her fingers. “Whoo!” she huffed and reached for her glass on the table. We clanked our drinks again and she moved her hips and bit her bottom lip as she moved back in closer for another dance.

  I was getting drunk.

  Hands were suddenly on my hips, and when I looked back at the presence behind me, Melanie was there, bumping up against me. She was smiling and bending low as they both forced me into a dance sandwich.

  The girls were very open and very friendly, that’s for sure. Maybe I could even take them both home and have my first threesome. Surely, that would make me forget about everything that was clouding my mind. />
  “Your phone is buzzing.” Melanie said.

  “What?” I asked, having trouble hearing her over the music.

  “Your phone is buzzing.” She rubbed her hand against the lump of my jean pocket, and I could feel the slight rumble that I had apparently been too drunk to notice.

  I reached for my phone, and it was Mason calling. “Just a minute,” I said to the girls. I stepped a couple feet away from them and stuck a finger in my free ear.

  “Caleb?” Mason asked.

  “Hey bro, what’s up?!” I yelled over the music.

  “Where are you? I can barely hear you.”

  “I’m at some club with a couple girls. Do you need something?”

  “What?!” Mason yelled into the phone. “I can’t understand a damn thing you’re saying.”

  “Just a minute!” I yelled. I paced through the club, squeezing through any bodies that were blocking my way as I looked for a quieter spot. I eventually found myself in the men’s bathroom which was empty aside from a couple guys washing their hands and checking out their hair. “Alright. What’s up? I’m kind of busy at the moment.”

  “What’s up with you and Amanda?” Mason asked.

  I laughed. “Why? What did she say?”

  “She was pretty upset when she got back to the apartment. I overheard her saying you were an asshole, something about using her for sex.”

  “What?” I was confused. Was Amanda losing her mind? “I have no idea what she’s talking about. Yeah, we slept together, but I don’t know why she’s going on about me using her.”

  “What’s this about you having naked pics on your phone?”

  “Naked pics? What?” I couldn’t help but grin at how ridiculous it all sounded. “You know me bro. I don’t take pics of girls I date. I sure as hell don’t take naked ones.”

  “Yeah, it didn’t sound like you.” Mason sighed. “Anyway, I just figured I’d check in and see what the deal was. For a minute there, I thought you and Amanda had something going on.”