Spicy (Bad Boy Rockers 2)

I gaze at her and watch as she tries to smile at me, but doesn’t quite pull it off. I hate myself right now for putting that look on her face; for making her doubt me. When Dal arrives I’m going to have to talk to her and see if she’ll let me talk to Callie about her and the situation at her home, because until I do Callie is always going to have her doubts about us. Even more so when I tell her I need to stay with Dal when she’s here.

My hearts pounding, but I need to get it all out. “Callie.” I take hold of her hands and move closer to where she backed up to. “I want to stay with you…but I can’t.” She tries to pull her hands free, I tighten my grip. “Listen to me, this isn’t easy because, right now, I’m frightened you’re going to walk away. Dal is coming to visit, and I can’t just abandon her. She won’t stay at the apartment if she’s alone with Donovan. I’m sorry babe, but I need to stay there. Please trust me when I say you are my girl and I will not do anything to give you reason not to be with me. I know I can be an ass, in fact, I think we’ve established this on more than one occasion. But I’m asking you to trust me. Please Callie?”

I try to read her thoughts in her eyes, but they’re blank. My stomach turns when I realize I’ve really hurt her. I can’t lose her. She grounds me, stops me from spiraling out of control. I could tell Dal it’s a bad time and not to come, but if I do that she’ll still come between my girl and me.

Taking my phone out of my pocket because the constant vibration is driving me crazy, I see messages from Phoenix and Donovan telling me to meet them at the coffee house and to take Callie. Perhaps being around our friends might help lighten the mood, because God knows I’ve no idea what to say or do to make her smile. I’d give my left nut to see her smile again.

“The guys want us to meet them at the coffee house. You game?” I ask, trying to hide the hurt that I feel because my girl doesn’t trust me to be alone with another girl. I shouldn’t be hurt because it’s my fault she doubts me, but I am.

Callie nods and helps to collect everything up, which we throw into the trash, all without speaking. I take her hand and refuse to let go as we walk to my bike.

As usual, I fasten the helmet onto her head; I hold her gaze before she looks away and climbs onto the back of my bike. I climb on in front of her waiting for her arms to come around me, but they don’t. I look behind me and see her gripping the bars at the back of the seat.

Clenching my jaw, I turn back to the front. She’s pulling further away from me. I feel it as a hole in my heart. One that is gradually growing larger the further she withdraws from me.

~ * ~

Walking into the coffee house, we seem to spot the guys and Thalia at the same time. Waving us over, I let Callie walk in front of me to the table they have to the back of the place…and fuck if she doesn’t sit with Phoenix and Thalia, which leaves me to sit beside Donovan.

Silence follows our arrival with the guys looking between us both for a sign as to what’s happened. Neither of us say anything and accept the coffee being poured, which Callie wraps her hands around the tall cup as though she needs warming up before taking a sip.

Phoenix clears his throat. “Hmm. Okay, then. We’re leaving around lunch on Friday, but will be back Sunday afternoon in time for the gig at the club. Can you two manage without me?” He grins between Donovan and me.

I watch Thalia whispering to Callie, who shakes her head in response. What I actually want to do i

s drag her from her seat and put her next to me after I’ve kissed the very life out of her. Pigheaded girl!

“So what you two gonna get up to then? Oh, wait. You’re going to be with Callie.”

“Humph, yeah right!” Callie cuts Phoenix off.

“I take it he told you?” Donovan asks. “I thought as much.”

“Told you what? Will someone please fill me in,” Thalia demands.

“I’ll tell you later babe.” Phoenix kisses her hand, which is what I want to be doing to Callie…kissing her hand and a lot more.

“Donovan, are you doing anything this weekend?” Callie asks, without even looking at me.

“Um. Nothing. Why? You want to hang with me?” He grins at her, and I feel like knocking his teeth out as my fists clench, ready.

“Yeah. Reece is busy, so I’d thought we could hang out.” She shrugs.

“That alright with you?” he asks me.

Hell no! But do I have the right to stop her when I’m hanging out with another girl, although I was under the impression we were going to hang out together.

I watch Callie fidget and wait for her to meet my eyes. When she does, I say, “I thought you were going to hang out this weekend with Dal and me.”

“I’d rather not.” She looks back to Donovan. “So, are you game?”

“I think that’s a great idea, babe,” he agrees and she smiles. The first fucking smile since the picnic.

“But,” he continues, “whatever is going on between you two needs to be sorted out first, because I’m not getting in the middle.”

Her smile disappears.

“He refuses to sleep at my place over the weekend because Dal is sleeping at yours, so I figured we could hang out and then you can sleep over, maybe on the pull out sofa bed, that way there will be more beds at your place…” she trails off.