Spicy (Bad Boy Rockers 2)

He stills and rests his forehead against mine.

“I’m not going to act as though I have no idea what you’re talking about because I do. I don’t want you thinking about her. I was a bastard and used her to get to you, which I shouldn’t have done, but I did and it’s too late to change that. But I can assure you, I’ve not once thought about her since. You are the only one who’s in my head.” He takes a loose piece of my hair and puts it behind my ear. “But, feel free to use your mouth on me anytime to make me forget everything.”

I pull away and hit him on the arm as he laughs before grabbing me around the waist and throwing me over his shoulder.

He starts to walk to his bike, his hand landing on my ass. Slowly he starts to slip it underneath my skirt, which is barely covering my ass anyway. He grips the top of my thigh with his fingers touching my pussy.

All I want to do is spread my legs and give him better access, but my skirt is too damn tight and he’s holding me close. It takes everything in me not to squirm against him. Not to create the right friction to give me the climax that I’ve wanted since I walked into the bar tonight. Who am I kidding? The climax I’ve wanted since I spied those come-fuck-me shoes at the store.

He gently places me on his bike, and slides his hands up my thighs before lifting my right one so I’m straddling his bike, awkwardly, considering my skirt won’t budge. A problem he soon solves by shoving it up around my waist – baring all.

“Callie,” he growls. “What is it with you and no panties.”

Hearing the door at the club slam, he quickly shoves my shirt under my ass and the helmet on my head before climbing onto the front of the bike.

Sitting forward, I wrap my arms around his waist, feeling his stomach muscles quiver when my hands slide over them. I squeeze my thighs along his, but he ruins my seduction by grabbing my hands to keep them on his stomach instead of letting them wander south.

He starts the bike and away we go.

Chapter 16

Reece

Cooking bacon in my kitchen with a spatula in one hand and strong, black coffee in the other has my stomach growling in hunger.

Last night after arriving back at my building, I dragged her from my bike and straight into the apartment. I had her skirt off and my mouth on her within five seconds of walking through the door. How the hell I managed to get us back without crashing the bike is anyone’s guess.

Placing my coffee on the counter, I run my hand over my head and down my face in exhaustion. Spending the night in bed with the little wild cat has taken it out of me. Not that I’d ever admit that to her or anyone. No way in hell. But hot damn, I don’t think I’ve ever spent bedtime with anyone like that before or for as long. Jesus, I’m surprised my dick hasn’t fallen off with overuse.

Covering my junk with my hand, I nearly jump out of my skin when I catch Callie standing watching me. “Shit babe. How long have you been standing there?”

She smirks. “Long enough to watch you feeling up your junk.”

I laugh passing her a coffee. “I was making sure it was still there after what you did to me last night.”

Narrowing her eyes she pinches my ass before taking a sip of her coffee. “What I did to you, huh? What about what you did to me with that ginormous thing? I think I’m going to need my pussy kissing better.”

Chuckling, I put my coffee down before removing hers from her hands. Taking her by the hips, I lift her up onto the breakfast bar. She looks really cute wearing one of my t-shirts, and as I slip my hands up inside the shirt, I discover she still hasn’t put any panties on.

“So, you going to just stare at me all day, or are you going to kiss it better?”

“What is it with you and no panties? It’s not really something I expect you to do…not that I’m complaining.”

Without waiting for an answer, I spread her knees, pull her toward my waiting mouth and kiss her on her sore pussy, which took a hammering during the night and I’m not exactly on the small side either. Yeah, I’m an ass and like to brag, but hey, I’m a guy. We brag.

“God, you’re good at that,” she squeaks, when I point my tongue and tickle her pussy. She tastes damn good, but we’re not doing this.

Quickly standing up, I stay between her legs and rest my hands on either side of her on the counter. “I’m not having sex with you today.”

She blinks as though she didn’t really hear me say what I did. “Um, why?”

I start to caress up and down her arms. “I’ve never had a relationship before. Well, at least one that I’ve wanted to last more than a week.” Shit, I can feel my cheeks flush. God, I might as well get it all out. “I really don’t want to do anything to screw this up so I don’t want a relationship based on sex.”

I quickly cover her mouth before she gets a chance to speak. “The sex is great, in fact it’s better than great, it’s fucking awesome…but for the first time in like…ever, I want more than sex, and I want that with you. I’ve gone a week without being a dick.” She grins and her whole face lights up. I slide my fingers through her golden strands and cup the back of her head. “I’m trying, okay? So after breakfast we’re going to play mini golf.”

She rolls her eyes, gives me a quick kiss before jumping down from the breakfast bar and coming into contact with my erection. “You sure about no sex? Because your body is saying otherwise.”

“My body is a horny dick.”