Between Love & Fire (Backstage #1) (16 page)

I open my eyes to the smell of coffee. It is heaven sent. The handsome man sitting in bed is just as ethereal. Last night was a blur. My sister arrived for the show, and we decided it would be a good idea to celebrate my birthday by getting drunk. This led us to a nightclub in Leicester Square, the name of said club eludes me in a haze of tequila. Callum had the whole crew in tow. The evening was so much fun. Emma and I chatted before the concert which I needed after the storeroom tryst with Cal.

“So you’re taking him back?” I nod. “Good. You need someone in your life, Tay. The way he looks at you is so sickeningly sweet.” I chuckle at that. She’s always been one for having fun. Not being tied down. My sister is only turning twenty-five in two months, so she should have fun.

“I realize that, darling. I need to stop running. There is so much uncertainty. And you know I am a jealous person.” She peers at me, her eyes narrow and I think I said something wrong when she giggles.

“Tayla Quinn, you’ve had it bad for Cal Hayes since you were a teenager.” My mouth falls open in shock.

“You remember that?”

“Of course! I was young, but I wasn’t stupid or blind. The scrapbook you had with pics of him plastered all over it. There were other musicians, but Callum was front and center.” With a wink, she chuckles at my incredulous stare.

“Does that mean you read my diary as well?” I recall hiding it with my scrapbook under my mattress, away from prying eyes. It seems I didn’t do a remarkably efficient job of it.

“I know your secrets sister.” I huff at her which earns me giggles. “Now, time for you to introduce me to that hot sexy beast of a man who loves to bang.” I look at her in shock. “The drummer!” She snickers and I can't help joining her. God, my sister can be crude sometimes.

“Emm, just be wary, Liam Hayes is not long term boyfriend material okay.” My warning falls on deaf ears. She’s gawking at the drummer as if he’s her next meal. Suddenly I feel sorry for him rather than her.

Emma is smitten with Liam. So I left her to it. It was adorable how she blushed every time he looked at her. She’s a grown woman, and I can’t treat her like a teenager anymore. There were ample times I advised her to be careful. She waved me off, convincing me she can take care of herself. Not that I didn't think she could. I worried about her heart.

I scoot up to find Callum holding a magazine. “You into gossip now too?” I tease. When he turns the page, a sexy grin curls his lips.

“Well, when my girlfriend is in the gossip pages with my brother. Yes, I am.” I snatch it from him. Paging to the picture he referred to. Front and center a half page photograph of Liam and I hugging.

“Are you fucking serious?” I was dressed in last night's outfit. The short black skirt and white tank top. My heels made me taller and put me at the same height as the older Hayes. He had his arm draped around my neck and he was kissing my forehead. The caption below it read
LIAM HAYES ZEROING IN ON HIS BROTHERS GIRL.
“I can't believe this.” I choke incredulously. “This makes the news?” I chuck the offending book on the floor and clutch the coffee that Callum left on my nightstand. Taking a leisurely sip, I savor the taste, hoping it will calm my anger at the press. I can feel him watch me silently.

“I love teasing you, Petal.” Glancing at him, I find a brilliant smile.

“You were right there. I mean you know what happened in that photo.” I put my coffee cup on the nightstand and turn towards him. Lifting the sheet, I move and sit astride his lap. His hands grip my hips. I take his face in my hands. His 5 o’clock shadow is rough against my palms. He gives me that wicked grin and a cheeky wink and my belly flip flops.

“Yes, baby. I needed to see how you handle gossip.” With a soft kiss, I feel the heat between us. The taste of his lips on mine. My fingers drop to his chest, stroking the toned smooth warm skin. A slight shiver trembles through his body at my touch. I love knowing I have such an effect on him.

“And have I passed your test, Mr. Hayes?” He nods and scoots lower, drawing the sheet over us. I was now laying on top of him, straddling the growing erection pressing against my core.

“Question is; can you pass the other test I have for you?” The rasp in his voice sends delicious shivers to my throbbing clit. My body pulses and my hips rock against him eliciting a low growl. I nod and lean in, murmuring in his ear.

“Do you have so little faith in me, Hayes? I am shocked and hurt.” I kiss his neck gently, my tongue teasing the sensitive skin. Moving to his chest, feathering kisses, taunting him with my mouth.

“Petal.” The timbre of his tone is a sexy warning. I scoot lower until I find his beautifully chiseled V muscles. They are prominent pointing to the thick ridge I needed inside me. My eyes latch on his, the cerulean blue now a dark stormy sea. His hooded gaze takes in my every move. When my lips part and my tongue darts out, licking along either side of his hips, the hunger that smolders in his passionate stare turns my core to molten lava.

I tug his briefs down. His cock juts out. Pointing at me. Long, beautiful, heavy, and hard. Silky steel. Delicious. I craved to devour him. Fisting him in my palm, I stroke him in slow measured movements. With a leisurely lick from root to tip, I flick my tongue at the crown, tasting the salty sweet arousal. His hands fist in my hair, keeping me still. “Open, Petal. I am going to sink into that hot sassy mouth of yours.” I see the satisfaction on his face as his hips rise and his shaft plunges into my mouth. When he hits the back of my throat, he stops. I gradually push forward taking him past my gag reflex. “Holy fuck.” His growl spurs me on and I bob my head up and down. I repeat the move, and accept him deep every time.

The salty caramel taste of him was exquisite. I craved more. I took him deep and hummed my approval sending him spiraling. His hips jerked violently, and I realized he was close. “Baby, I am going to fill your mouth. You will swallow every fucking drop of my hot seed into that tight little throat.” His crude words were hoarse and abruptly his shaft pulsed, thickened and the initial jet of his release shot into my mouth. I hastily devoured all he offered, then licked him clean. His expression was filled with satisfaction.

“Did I pass the test, Mr. Hayes?” I inquired in my sweetest tone. He chuckled and sighed. Nodding, he drew me up and over him.

“Petal, you absolutely will kill me with the way you do that. My murderous sexy minx.” He moaned and I couldn't avoid the grin on my face. He flipped us over and positioned himself between my legs. The soft kisses he feathered on my neck had me quivering. He brought his mouth to my nipples. Laving at the pebbled buds, teasing and tugging them between his teeth. Using his fingers on one while licking and suckling on the other. They tightened with desire and my hips bucked.

His talented mouth moved over my feverish skin until he reached my stomach. With a soft kiss on my tattoo just below my belly button, goose bumps rose over every inch of my body. Ignoring the place I needed him most, as he kissed my inner thighs. His beard tickled, and I was aching for release. “Your little pussy smells incredible. Delicious, sweet nectar. All mine.” Expert fingers stroked my smooth lips. “You’re glistening, so beautiful.” His tongue lapped at the entrance to my body. When I peered down, his mouth was wet with my arousal. “So fucking amazing.” He moved down again, suckling on my clit.

“Please, Callum? Fuck, please?” I begged.

Blue eyes cut a glance up and he smirked. “What, Petal? What do you need?”

“Fuck me. Please. Goddamn it, please?” His chuckle drove me crazy. With one long lick from the bottom to the top of my pussy, he plunged two slender fingers into me. An orgasm rippled from my core, tightening deep in my belly. As he finger fucked me, my pussy pulsed around him. My body shook violently as my release shattered through me, sending me spiraling. Stars flickered behind my eyelids as I came undone. I cried out his name. He crooked his fingers, hitting my sweet spot. My body convulsed, and I clutched the sheet with a white knuckle grip.

“That’s my, Petal. I need every fucking drop of your decadent nectar.” He drew my release from my soul. From my core. When my belly tightened again I thought I would pass out as I came for a second time, under his wicked touch. My thighs pressed together, his hand trapped between them as I almost shredded the sheets with my bare hands. I gradually fluttered down from my orgasms. Still trembling.

Suddenly his phone buzzed. “Fuck.” He cursed loudly, ignoring it he hovered over me, giving me a soft kiss. When it quietened, we lay in silence. “I love how you lose control with me, Petal. Every part of you is mine.” His deep voice laced with lust.

“So I passed?” My gaze brimmed with pleasure.

“I will have to evaluate your effort, Miss Quinn, but I have to report, that was at least a B+.” I reached up and bit his neck at the cheeky statement and he chuckled. “I better find out who that was.” He picked up his mobile, and I saw Liam’s name pop up. “What the fuck does he want at this ungodly hour?”

“Emma. How are you feeling this morning?” I asked a little too loudly and my sister winced. Cal and I had walked into the restaurant and found the rest of the crew having breakfast. Kierra was on her phone. Liam and Emma are attached at the hip. Thank God they had clothes on.

“I’m okay, considering the amount of alcohol we consumed.” She came over to give me a hug and surprised me by giving Callum one too. “Nice to see you two out of bed. I hear that’s where you spend most of your time.” She giggled and I couldn’t help groaning.

“It’s true.” Liam’s tone was gravelly from the previous night's drinking.

“Emm, you should stop listening to him. He’s a green eyed monster when he doesn't get any.” We sat down and he gave me the finger.

“I got plenty last night thank you.” That earned him a group groan. The image of him and my baby sister was not what I needed. Ever.

As soon as Ki ended her call, she glared at everyone, including Cal, Liam, and I. “Did I not tell you guys to not get yourselves caught on camera?”

“Ki, chill. We didn't mean to. It was an innocent kiss.” We all sat quietly and waited. I thought she was about to explode. Glad I wasn't on the receiving end.

“Liam fucking Hayes. Can you for one moment get your fucking head out of your ass? I have to fix shit you fuck up.” Her voice rose in a shrill shriek and I stared at her in alarm. She pushed out of her chair and stalked off, leaving us all in shock.

“I’ll go.” Ryan jumped up and ran after her. I grabbed the mug of coffee the waiter placed on the table and took long sip. I would need a gallon of caffeine to get through the day. We are headed back home tomorrow, and I was excited to sleep in my bed. That begged the question.
Was I sleeping in my bed? Or Callum’s?

“We need to squash this. As soon as fucking possible. I don’t want Tay in the papers.” Callum’s tone was sharp, and I realized why. He didn’t want my past catching up to me. At least it was only local news.

“I am not overly worried by this. To be honest, I guess photos will appear from time to time. We have to be wary of what we’re doing. I mean it’s centralized to London.” I could tell from the tone of my voice I was unsure myself. The uncertainty that comes with our relationship is new territory. Completely. Everyone nodded in agreement, and I calmed. Cal leaned in and whispered in my ear.

“I am more concerned about them finding out your past. I don't want them judging you.” A shiver ran down my spine. I realized it will be exposed.