Spicy (Bad Boy Rockers 2)

“Christ.” He removes my hand from his dick and taking my hands in his, takes a step back. “No.” He pulls me to my feet. “I want to take you out…on a date. I want to show you how much you mean to me, and every time we get together I always end up in you,” he smirks, “so this is not happening tonight…and no matter how painful it might get, I’m not changing my mind.”

“Hmm. Really? Are you sure about that?” I start undoing the buttons on my cargo pants.

“Callie,” he growls.

Chapter 24

Reece

When I’m with Callie, I wish we were on a desert island, just the two of us so we can walk around naked all day. My dick twitches at the thought. At least I’d be comfortable. I adjust myself.

The last buttons on her cargo pants pop open. I lick my lips before stepping further back and smacking into the wall. “No. No way, babe. We are going on a proper date with no sex.” She pouts and I laugh. “I’m serious. In fact, I’m really serious and no matter what you do I’m not going to be putting my hand in your sexy, little panties.”

She sniggers, fastening her pants back up. “Well, that won’t happen anyway because I’m not wearing any.”

Fuck! What is it with my girl and panties? My dick certainly likes the fact, but she’s going to kill me.

“Callie?”

I jump hearing her name spoken and turn to watch a man who I presume to be her father walking toward us.

“Why did Drew leave so fast?” He looks back and forth between Callie and me, obviously waiting for an introduction. He also doesn’t look too happy to find a guy in his daughter’s bedroom. I just hope he didn’t hear our discussion about my hand and her panties.

“Um, Dad. This is Reece,” she says, sliding her hand into mine. “Reece, this is my Dad, Andrew.”

He holds his hand out to me, which I take. At least he doesn’t try to test me by squeezing the hell outta my hand.

“Nice to meet you, Reece. Are you a friend of my daughters, from college?”

I pause before answering wondering whether or not my reply is going to get me a fist in the face. “Yes, Sir.” Then going for broke, I add, “We actually met during the summer in Alabama.”

“Ah, yes. You’re a friend of Thalia’s boyfriend. I remember you being mentioned.” He looks between us. “You wouldn’t happen to know why my daughter doesn’t want to return to college, now would you?”

He doesn’t miss a damn thing.

I’ve not gotten where I am today by standing back and being walked all over, so I stand up to him and tell him the truth, “I believe she won’t come back because of me.” I look at Callie. “We had a misunderstanding, which was all my fault, but I hope we’re back on track and that she’ll be coming back with me.”

“Maybe,” she replies, breaking off eye contact. “We’re going out so I might be real late home.”

“Okay, honey. Just text your mom.” Andrew gives me one last warning look, I’m sure he’s less than pleased to be leaving his daughter alone with me, but he walks away without saying anythin

g else. You’ve got to hand it to the guy, he seems to trust his daughter’s judgment.

His departure has left me feeling unsure about Callie again. What did she mean “maybe?”

“You’re not getting away easy. You have to prove to me over the next… How many days are you here?”

“As long as it takes to make you mine again.”

“Hmm. Okay, then. Over the next couple of days, let’s say two, you can show me that you’re worthy of another chance. You have to show me what I’ll be missing if I stay here without you.”

Two days. She’s only given me two days to work my magic. Well, if she thinks I’m going to pussy around her, she can think again. Today we’re going on our first date and after I’ve spent the night having cold showers, we’re going to go on another date, which may or may not involve some heavy groping. God, help me! Keeping my hands to myself today is going to be practically impossible. Callie’s enough to tempt a priest with that sweet, little ass swaying as she walks and her breasts. I lick my lips.

“What are you thinking about?” She rubs a hand over my erection as she walks past me toward her bedroom door. “Never mind,” she grins, “I can guess. C’mon, lover boy, let’s go and see Dal before you spend the rest of the day sweating. Then I can spend the rest of the day trying my best to seduce you out of your clothes.” She grins.

I look up to the ceiling or rather the gods and pray for restraint.

As I follow her down the stairs, I chant, ‘no sex, no sex, no sex.’ I really do want to do this thing with Callie, right this time. I want to date her and not just dive in first with the fucking. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, in fact, it’s damn hot with her, but I don’t want her to think I’m just after her for the sex, you know? I may or may not have read a couple of Dal’s ‘romance’ novel’s while we’ve been apart.