Spicy (Bad Boy Rockers 2)

“Callie,” I whisper. “Please don’t cry. I’m sorry. God, I’m so fucking sorry for hurting you, but please stop.” Hell, I’m practically begging her. I hate tears. A girl’s tears scare the shit outta me, but seeing Callie in tears is hurting like a fucker.

I let her slide down my legs and pull her skirt back down over her hips before meeting her eyes. Something dies inside me when I see the look in them. Flat. There’s no life in them.

“We shouldn’t have done that… You’ve made it clear more than once that I’m not what you want.” She laughs, swiping at her tears with the back of her hands before meeting my eyes.

I can’t find my tongue. I’ve been a bastard to her, although having the girl out back had more to do with Callie than she realizes, but I don’t think now’s the time to tell her who it was I thought I was fucking.

Grabbing behind her for the doorknob, I reach out and take hold of her wrist still not knowing what to say to her. Instead of whispering reasons why she should stay, I beg, “Please don’t leave. Not like this.”

She pauses and looks to

be gathering courage, which tells me I’m not going to like what she’s about to say.

“Please stop, okay. Stop ruining things for me with other guys. You made your choice, so please let me be because I can’t do this with you and keep my feelings out of it.” She slips out through the door after having her say.

Cussing, and before one of the guys walk in, I head for the bathroom to try and clean the cum from my dick and jeans. Christ. I can’t believe I went ‘horny guy’ on her. I really did mean to talk to her and to apologize. I’d even planned on asking her to have coffee with me tomorrow. I sure as hell never meant to pounce on her, give her an orgasm and make her fucking cry.

How the hell does she expect me to leave her alone? I know I should, but the truth, which is like a punch to the gut, is that I can’t. She’s under my skin. Her innocence mixed with the passion buried within her, which I’m sure I’m the only one to have seen…well apart from Donovan, is what draws me to her, or rather what pulled me to her to begin with. But the night we spent together, alone before I blew it was the happiest I can ever remember being with a girl. Yes, we spent a lot of the night fucking like bunnies, but we’d also spent time talking. I told her things I’ve never even told the guys, but skirted around Dal. I’m also positive she told me things that she hasn’t shared with Thalia.

“Fuck,” I shout, smashing my fist into the mirror above the sink. My insides feel like they’re being torn from me. She’s going to fucking listen. To what, I’ve no idea, but she’s going to listen because I’ll be damned if she’s going to be with anyone else.

Chapter 9

Callie

Standing with my back to the door, I try and hold back the rest of my tears. I’ve cried buckets over Reece and I’ll probably end up crying some more before I get over him. If I get over him. Why him? Why have I gotten myself so…so…besotted with him? Or whatever the hell name you want to put to my feelings for him. There are plenty of cowboys back home, not just on my family’s ranch, but also in town. Why can’t I be hooked on one of them instead of Reece? Because he does things to you that no one else has managed to do. Ugh!

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and opening them again, I look around wondering where Thalia’s gone. On that thought a small smile has my lips twitching. She’ll be locked away with Phoenix in a store cupboard or something, relieving his hard-on. I shake my head, they’re a cute couple, but the way they can’t keep their hands to themselves is quite embarrassing…especially when I’m the one who often walks in on them.

The music is still blaring; bodies are still pumping and grinding to the beat and one couple have my eyes opening wide trying to see better because they look to be having sex. The girl is grinding her ass against the groin of the guy behind her, and he looks to be moving his hips as she writhes against him. They seem to still and then…oh…my…God. He’s putting his cock away. Fuck. I didn’t know anyone would do something like that on the dance floor. In view of everyone. God, I need to leave.

Retrieving my cell from between my breasts, I quickly dash out a text to Thalia letting her know I’m on my way back to the hotel and would see her in the morning, not really expecting an answer considering I know what she’s up to.

That sorted, I push away from the door and head toward the front of the club via the dark and dingy corridor, which nearly sets me off into another panic attack like the one earlier in the night. If there was a bit of light so I could see around me then my reaction wouldn’t be so bad, but I can’t…

My chest starts to tighten, rising and falling in quick succession, my palms grow slick with sweat, and I can feel beads of moisture across my forehead. I’m beginning to think walking off alone was a really bad idea.

Banging into the wall, I rest my hand against it to try and keep me centered as the door at the end of the corridor opens. I try and focus on the man, who’s just walked through the door, but my eyes won’t focus, I start to feel nauseous. I bring my shaking hand up to rub at my eyes, but it doesn’t make any difference when I feel someone take hold of my shoulders.

“Hey. It’s Callie, right?”

I recognize his voice, but who is he? Why do I recognize the voice? Dark and husky.

Wrapping an arm around my shoulders, I catch his cologne, which reminds me of chocolate for some reason.

“Let me help you.”

With him distracting me, I start to become aware that I’m about to go off with a total stranger. Someone I can’t remember. I try and pull out of his arms and end up clunking my head against the wall.

“Callie, it’s Ruben. I own the club. We met earlier when you were with your friend, Thalia.” He stays standing in front of me as though he’s waiting for me to fall over.

Wrapping my arms around my waist, I meet his eyes. I do remember him. A gorgeous guy, although a bit too old for me.

“I…I get a bit claustrophobic.” I’m embarrassed now I’ve admitted that to him. It’s my one weakness…well it was my one weakness until I met Reece.

“C’mon, let me lead you away from here.” Ruben takes hold of my elbow and starts to pull me away from the wall and back the way I’ve just come.

“Take your hands off her.” Reece. He ends up standing in front of us with his fists clenched by his side.