Spicy (Bad Boy Rockers 2)

“What’re you looking so happy about?” Donovan asks, taking the seat opposite me.

It’s been about five hours since I saw Callie, who should be arriving real soon and I can’t stop grinning like an idiot every time I think about her and how it felt being inside her. My orgasm had been more intense with the thrill of nearly being caught.

“I’m not sure I want to know,” he mumbles.

I watch my friend sit forward in his chair, resting his elbows on the table while he fiddles with a beer mat. I know he enjoyed being with Callie over the summer. I also know if I hadn’t spoken up and asked him to take a step back from her that he would have tried to see her again. So I ask, “Is this going to be awkward – Callie and me?”

I’m not known for patience and right now Donovan is trying mine. We’ve never let a girl come between us before and I sure as hell don’t want one to now. But, as he’s a friend, I need him to be okay with me being with Callie, although I’m not sure what the fuck we’ll do if he isn’t because I can’t let her go this time.

“She’s a good girl,” he offers a slight grin, and continues, “most of the time.”

Yeah, he’s remembering Alabama. I guess I need to be honest and say I’ve thought about it. Thought about doing it again. The only problem is I’m not sure how I’d react seeing Donovan touching my girl inside and out. Any other guy so much as touches her shoulder or stands too close will get my fist in his face…so, yeah, not going to happen.

“Yeah, she is,” I say grinning.

Donovan pauses with his longneck on its way to his mouth, which wipes the grin from my face. Fuck him!

“Oh fuck! You’re so screwed.” He starts laughing, slapping his beer on the table before swinging his chair on the back two legs.

I grin again, just as I push my foot forward, unbalancing his chair. Unfortunately, he only wobbles back and forth before Callie grabs his hand and pulls him forward while scowling at me.

“I can’t believe you’d do that…actually, no, I can.” She swats me on the shoulders as she drops her sexy ass into the chair between us. “My feet are killing me after being on them all day.” Slipping her shoes off, she brings a foot up to lay across her thigh and starts massaging the instep.

She has sexy feet. Hell, who am I kidding, every part of her is sexy as fuck. Swiveling slightly in my seat, I wrap my hand around her foot and after some rearranging rest it on my thighs and take over the massage.

Donovan carries on knocking his beer back while watching my hand on Callie’s foot. Unable to stop my wandering hand, I slowly start to massage her ankle and up along her calf. She throws her head back and moans, and I swear nearly every fucking head around us zooms in to my woman who looks to be in the thralls of orgasm as she grips my dick through my jeans with her foot.

Trying to breathe has suddenly become impossible as I quickly glance to Donovan who grimaces before slipping his hand underneath the table. Fuckshit, she’s probably given everyone friggin’ woodies.

“Callie.” Shit, was that my voice all croaky. I try again, “Callie,” I growl this time.

Bringing her head slightly forward, she opens her eyes giving me one hell of a look; all sultry and sexy with half lidded eyes and pouty cherry lips.

I place her foot back on the floor, and standing up, I lean over her, gripping the arms of her chair and rub my cheek over hers as I whisper, “If you keep moaning like that I’m either going to fuck you right here, right now, or I’m going to have to fight every fucker in this bar.”

“What…”

She pushes at my chest so I move slightly away, but keep hold of the chair arms as she sits up and looks around, her eyes widen before swinging back and meeting mine.

“Um…”

Clearing my throat, I indicate with my hand to put her shoes on, and then I take her hand and lead her into the back, where Donovan’s already disappeared to and where Thalia is with Phoenix. Hopefully, Callie will stay back here when we do our stuff on stage because after that little show I’m not sure I’ll be able to handle her being out there while I’m beating the shit out of my drums.

Her legs go on for miles in the fuck-me-shoes and the short denim skirt that molds to her ass. She may be slim, but the curves on her make my mouth water. In fact, this is the first time I’ve seen her in shoes like that. Normally she doesn’t wear anything other than her cowboy boots.

I pull her to a stop just outside the door, wrapping my arms around her waist, bringing her back against my chest, I ask, “Are they new?”

I feel her shiver as my breath meets her neck. Leaning in, I lick a trail down to her shoulder, and pushing her top to the side, nip her skin with my teeth. “I

want the kiss I didn’t get when you arrived,” I whisper.

She turns her head and meets my gaze before I growl and capture her lips with mine. There’s no teasing or gentle caress in our embrace…all there is, is raw heat as we devour each other.

Her lips taste of cherries, just like I thought they would and with her tongue wrapping around mine, all I can think about is having it wrapped around my cock, which is hard as hell in my jeans.

I’ve been in a semi-state of arousal since this afternoon, but after the little show that’s just taken place, I’m hard as fuck with nothing to do with it because we’re on in five, although I’d probably go off in two…seconds that is.

Then she slams her ass back, right into my groin. I break the kiss and suck in a breath, but she doesn’t stop there. Oh, no, she has to rotate her hips causing me to leak at the tip in excitement.