Spicy (Bad Boy Rockers 2)

She squeezes my erection and meets my gaze. “You’re being stupid, you know. She’s eighteen, nearly nineteen.”

My breath catches in my throat as she runs her finger around the tip of my dick before starting to play with the silver, which drives me crazy. “Can we stop talking about my sister while you have your hands on my cock?”

“I’m about to have my mouth on it,” she tells me unzipping my pants, kneeling in front of me when my erection springs free straight into her waiting mouth.

Hell! She’s so damn good with her mouth. Her mouth is pure torture when I’m on stage, unable to take my eyes from her. The things she does to a longneck with her tongue has me so fucking hard that it’s become embarrassing on more than one occasion, and the minute I leave the stage I have her locked in the restroom while I ease the tension that has built within us both.

“Mmm. You taste good.” She lick’s around the leaking tip, flicking the ring at the same time as she squeezes my balls, which sends pure fire racing along my throbbing dick. I lengthen and thicken in excitement.

“Callie,” I warn.

Holy fuck! She sucks me down her throat continuing to play with my balls while she uses her other hand to jack me off. I can’t stop the blood roaring through me anymore.

“Oh god,” I pant. My cock starts jerking in her mouth. “Ahhhh…oh fuck…fucking bastard…” Release after release of cum shoots out of me. She drains me. Every last fucking drop she takes in her mouth before licking me clean.

When she starts playing with the silver with her tongue, I move her head away knowing we don’t have time for round two, but she knows when we get back later that it will all be about her.

With legs feeling like Jell-O, I lean against the wall with my pants still around my ankles, which Callie takes hold of and starts pulling back up when something falls out of my pocket. Something I’d rather not have her finding before I’m ready.

She freezes before reaching for it and placing it in the palm of her hand. “Reece?”

“Fuck, Callie. You’re not supposed to have seen that until later…and I’m sure as hell not proposing with my pants around my ankles and my cock in all its glory winki

ng at you.”

She blinks then starts laughing. “Winking at me… Wait a minute. What did you just say?” Landing on her sweet, little ass she looks up at me waiting for a reply.

Sighing, I yank my pants up and fastening them, I go down on to one knee in front of her, taking the ring from her hand. Holding the ring out toward her, I tell her what I feel, “I love you. I love you so much that I don’t know what to do with my feelings for you half the time. I’m not asking you to marry me tomorrow because I have a feeling you’re not ready for that, but I want to make a permanent commitment to you. I want you to know that the minute you say you’re ready that I’ll have you in front of a minister so quickly you won’t be able to catch your breath. Will you marry me, Callie…some time in the future?”

She bursts into tears at the same time as she nods her head. Throwing her arms around, she says, “Yes… Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Thank fuck!

Callie

Unable to stop looking at my ring, we walk into the museum for a showing of some artwork from the University, which Mara is part of.

When my ring catches the light it sparkles and comes alive. I’ve never seen anything as pretty as my platinum ring with an emerald surrounded by small diamonds. It’s out of this world and was one hell of a surprise.

He loves me. That is the one thing I’m sure of. Because he doesn’t just tell me, he shows me. In everything he does for me, from collecting my dry cleaning to going out late at night for a tub of Ben and Jerry’s.

And I love him just as much. Making his lunch for work should tell him how much I love him, even doing his washing. I really hated being domesticated before I moved in with Reece and now if I’m honest, I love it. He knows it as well because I’ve caught his grin once or twice when I’ve announced I was making dinner. Up to now though if he’s home he’s always helped in the kitchen, which sometimes can take forever to get anything made once he sets his mind on eating me instead.

“What are you grinning at?” he asks dragging me into a darkened room that I’m not sure we’re supposed to be in.

“I was remembering the last time you helped me cook dinner.”

His eyes gleam as he pushes me into the alcove just inside the room. “I remember.” Undoing the belt on my coat he shoves it open and off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.

“Um, what are you doing?”

He chuckles. “Making your fantasy come true.”

He can’t mean…can he? A while back in the club, I mentioned to him about having sex in public and I mentioned the museum, but this is just too risky. People are right outside going into the room opposite for the art show. There is no door on this room and all someone has to do is walk in and they’ll see us.

I groan because that thought is turning me on, heightening my senses that all I want him to do is sink deep inside me.

He drops to his knees, shoves my skirt up to my waist and moving my thong to one side puts his nose to me and smells me. “Christ, baby. You smell so fucking sexy,” he whispers before opening me up to his eyes with his fingers and using his tongue.