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.