Spicy (12 page)

I pounce on her. She doesn’t stand a
chance. Before she can move, I have her locked in my arms, my lips on hers and
my tongue in her mouth, searching for and finding her tongue.

She wraps her legs around me, and starts
grinding against my ready to burst dick. I break the kiss. “Callie…” I don’t
finish. She’s kissing me like crazy as though her body and what it needs has
taken over, and it’s going for what it wants, which is the same as what mine
wants.

No…no…no.
We can’t do this.

Slowing the kiss, I breathe heavily into
her neck where I’ve buried my face. “We have to stop.” I nibble her neck and
feel her shudder against me. Lifting my head, I rest my forehead against hers.
“I was serious about no sex.” I close my eyes and count to ten. “I thought it
would be hot to bring you here and like, I don’t know, tease I guess. In
reality, I was leading with my other head.” I grin.

She bursts into laughter, which breaks some
of the sexual tension surrounding us. “Now that does not surprise me.” She
inhales, releasing her legs from around my waist. “C’mon. Let’s go. I’m not
sure I can take anymore of this.”

“Neither can I.” I arrange my cock into a
more comfortable position before taking her hand and quickly leading her toward
the exit.

Callie

“This is nice,” I comment, leaning against
Reece’s chest, sitting between his legs with his arms wrapped around my
stomach. After the eye opening mini golf game, Reece brought me here so we’d
bought a picnic from the deli across the road and settled under this tree.

This is the version of Reece I fell for
back in Alabama; the sexy charming guy who acts like he cares. Not the ass from
the other week. Not that I have any complaints, but when he’s not trying to get
into my panties, I fall a little bit more. Although he’d deny it, he’s a sweet
guy who just needs to be kept on the straight and narrow instead of on his bad
boy ass.

Hearing shouting, I focus back on the group
of teens playing football not too far from us, which Reece has been engrossed
in for the past ten minutes.

If I wasn’t so comfortable against him, I’d
suggest he go join them, which I know he wants. But I’m being selfish and want
to stay wrapped in his arms watching the world go by.

“You asleep?” Reece whispers, obviously not
wanting to wake me up if I am. I smile, but stay silent because I’m interested
in what he’ll do or say next. He kisses my head as he moves one of his hands up
and starts to stroke my hair all the while he keeps his lips pressed against
the top of my head. “You frighten the life out of me,” he mumbles. “But you’re
mine because it would kill me to see you with anyone else…I just hope like hell
I don’t screw it up.” He kisses me again, still keeping his lips against the
top of my head.

I have tears in my eyes listening to him.
My big badass guy frightened of little me. My heart flutters as a tear escapes.
I reach up to swipe at it and Reece’s smoothing touch to my hair stops.

“How long have you been awake?”

“Um. I wasn’t asleep.”

I turn in his arms and rest my chin on his
chest while making eye contact with him. “If I’m your girl,” I smile, “does
that mean you’re my guy?” My smile turns into a grin. “And does that mean I can
punch anyone who thinks you’re free.”

He starts laughing, which is what I’d hoped
when I saw panic flicker across his eyes. I sit straddling him, and wiggle
around trying to get comfortable. The mood suddenly changes as well as the
growing bulge beneath me. So I wiggle some more.

Grabbing my hips, he holds me still. “I’m
going to end up having a very long cold shower when I get home after the way
you’ve been writhing around on my dick all day.”

“Hmm. If you’re going to be having a cold
shower, then we might as well get hot and bothered.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and leaning
in, nibble his ear. He catches his breath pushing me down firmly on top of his
arousal. Smiling against his neck, I nibble my way down to his collarbone and
back up to his jaw. I lick along his bottom lip before dipping inside.

He gives me open access to his mouth, which
I explore with my tongue. He tastes of the lemonade that we drank with the
picnic and there’s a trace of the sugary donut he ate for dessert.

I’m so tuned into him that my body is ready
for him. My nipples are hard, erect buds pressing against his chest, and I’m so
wet that I’m tempted to tell him to shove his hand into my jeans to discover
what he does to me.

There is no way he can hide what I do to
him because the evidence is long, hard and thick, pulsing against where I need
him the most. He’s showing some restraint by letting me lead, although I don’t
think he’ll last much longer with the way he’s breathing – heavily.

He grips my hips and seals his mouth to
mine. Our teeth bump. I grind against him, moaning into his mouth as he
captures my tongue.

We’re putting on one hell of a hot show for
anyone who’s watching. I’m moving frantically on top of Reece, while he
consumes me with his mouth.

I’m so close to coming; I can’t stop
– not this time. He’s been teasing me all day, but not anymore. We’ve
spent the day together; we’ve talked so now it’s time for a different kinda
talk. I just need to try and focus on the fact that we’re in a very public
place.

Breaking from the kiss, I open my mouth to
tell him we need to go somewhere less open, but nothing comes out as he bites
down on one of my nipples through my shirt sending a wave of heat straight to
my core; making me throb even more.

“I want my jeans off,” I say in a rush as
his other hand moves up inside my shirt to cover my other breast. I shiver
while he lavishes both my nipples with pleasure.

“We’re in the park.” He pinches both my
nipples.

My lust filled gaze meets his. “I don’t
care. Touch me, Reece… Please. Undo my jeans and touch me,” I beg.

“Jesus fuck! I’m struggling right now,” he
growls. “You keep talking like that I’m going to be embarrassing myself by
coming in my jeans.”

He unbuttons my jeans and yanks the zipper
down before sliding a hand inside the tight space. As his fingers slip between
my slick folds, I’m sure my eyes roll back in my head with pleasure.

“Oh God, baby.” He lifts my shirt to
uncover my breasts and starts sucking them alternatively with his hot, wet
mouth.

I arch my back, resting my hands behind me
on his knees as I rock back and forth on his dick and fingers…and then…I start
shaking apart.

My climax hits me suddenly. One minute I’m
in pleasure overload and the next my stomach muscles tighten and my orgasm
starts.

It’s too much. It’s not stopping. It has to
stop.
Oh God!

“Stop,” I moan not having the strength to
knock his fingers away.

He finally removes his fingers from the
front of my jeans and I watch as he licks his fingers clean before letting his
head drop back against the tree. His teeth clamping together while he takes
uneven breaths. His hands are clenched into fists and his dick is huge, which I
can see pulsing through his jeans.
He
needs to come.
But, how can I relieve him here in the park, it will be a
bit more obvious if I whip him out of his jeans.

I look around us and realize everyone has
gone. No kids playing ball – thank God. No one. Taking a deep breath, I
zip my jeans back up and meet the lust filled gaze of my guy.

I grin and move to sit further back on his legs
just before I start to stroke him through his jeans.

He groans. “
Callie.”

“Shush. No one’s around.”

I undo his jeans, letting his throbbing
cock burst out into my waiting hands.

“I’m gonna come, Callie.” He gulps, looking
embarrassed. “Watching you...was so fucking hot.”

Bending over him, I suck the leaking
mushroom head into my mouth and swirl my tongue around his piercing before
releasing him. After teasing him for a few minutes with my tongue flicking the
silver, I slide him as far as he can go without choking me and start to jack
him off with my hands on his balls and the root of him and my mouth working him
over. The only warning I get that he’s about to come is the grip on my hair as
he tries to move my mouth from him, but I shake my head and suck him deep.

He arches his hips and groans –
loudly – as he starts releasing. I swallow everything he has and refuse
to move from him until he’s completely spent, but he eventually pulls my mouth
away.

“Babe…I think I’ve died and gone to
heaven.” He pulls me up to lie against his chest and wraps his arm around me
while his breathing returns to normal. “Thank you,” he whispers before placing
a kiss to my forehead.

Sitting back up, I tuck him into his jeans.
“I’ll let you zip so I don’t get anything caught up in the zipper.”

He laughs. “We wouldn’t want that now,
would we?”

“Definitely not.”

Snuggling back against his chest, I ask,
“Will you tell me about your sisters?”

He groans, which makes me smile. “Okay.
What do you want to know?”

Why do guys do that? Answer a question with
a question? “Their names would be a start and go from there.”

“Okay. I have five sisters. Jessie is the
youngest at fourteen, followed by Robin at fifteen, and Mara who has just
turned eighteen.” He sighs. “This is boring.”

I smack his arm. “Not to me, and you’ve
missed two.”

“Sarah is twenty and Amanda is twenty-two.
My folks are divorced, no idea where my dad is, and my mom is a shrink. I’ve
not seen my dad for years and when I go home I get mobbed by my sisters who
always act as though they haven’t seen me for years. So I guess you can say I’m
close to them although they’re probably relieved I don’t live so close anymore
because I was kind of a hindrance to their dating.”

I look up and catch the huge grin splitting
his face. “Hmmm. I can imagine you frightening them all.”

He laughs. “Yeah, but it wasn’t just me.
Donovan and Phoenix were usually standing beside me. We had some laughs, until
of course, Mara started following Donovan everywhere so he finally stopped
coming around to the house.” He shrugs. “She’s still a pain in my ass.”

Interesting.
“Doesn’t Donovan like her? I mean there’s only eight years between
them.”

He stills. “No fucking way. He’s too old
for her and there is no way he’s getting close to one of my sisters, and yes
I’d feel this way if it was Amanda with only four years age difference. I’ve
been friends with him for a long time and I know what he’s like with the girls
– he’s not doing that shit to one of my sisters.” He shudders.

Grinning, I look up and meet his gaze, and
then tease, “Are you sure it’s that or is it simply that you don’t want to
imagine one of your sisters having…”

He covers my mouth with his hand. “Do not
go there.”

He’s serious as well, but I can’t let it go
just yet. “Did any of your sisters not go after Phoenix?”

“Grrr. You really are pushing it.”

“You should be mellow after having my mouth
on you.” I pinch his abs through his shirt.

“Hey,” he grouches, rubbing his chest.
“Yeah… Sarah and Amanda did, right up until they went off to college and met
their own guys.” He starts to caress my back. “So…you’re an only child, huh?
I’m surprised they allowed you to move away for college.”

I smile against his chest, not wanting to
move while I’m so comfortable. I can’t ever remember spending an afternoon like
this before – ever. “Yes, I’m an only child and growing up was a bit
stifling. I eventually got sick to death of my mother’s words every time I left
the house. ‘Now Callie, make sure you don’t go near the cowboys. They’re paid
to work not flirt with you.’”

“And did you stay away from the cowboys?”
He asks, wrapping my hair around his fingers.

“What do you think?” I smirk.

“I think you teased those cowboys something
wicked. I mean, how could you not, with this pretty face,” his fingers caress
from my cheekbone to my lips, “or this sexy, curvy body.” His hand lands on my
hip, which he squeezes. “You make my mouth water and my dick hard as fuck. So,
I’m guessing your cowboys ended up having lots of cold showers.”

“You think I’m sexy?”

“Trust you to just pick that out of
everything I’ve just said,” he laughs. “And, yeah. You know? The first thing I
noticed about you was your legs. They go on forever with the sweetest nectar
waiting at the top, just for me.” He smacks his lips.

Reaching up, I quickly kiss him before
settling back down and thinking about my busy week ahead so I can suggest the
next time we can get together.

I sigh. “What’s the big sigh for?” He
kisses me on the top of my head, tightening his hold on me.

“I missed you last week, and I was thinking
about our busy schedules this week.” I can’t resist, and kiss him again, only a
light touching of my lips to his, but a tender kiss. “I want you to stay with
me next weekend. Phoenix and Thalia are going home Friday until Sunday for Mia’s
birthday so we’ll have the place to ourselves.”

He gulps and something, I’m not sure what,
flashes in his eyes. “Um, yeah. Okay.”

I sit up and glare at him. “You could at
least sound like you want to be with me.”
Ugh!
What the hell is wrong with him? I thought he’d be enthusiastic about it…not
act as though it’s the last thing he wants.

“I do want to be with you.” He pulls me
back into his arms. “I thought you’d be going with them?”

“I can’t. I have to work Saturday afternoon,
which means we’ll have the place all to ourselves.”

He rubs his head, a sure sign he’s
agitated. “Look, I didn’t want to say anything here because what I say is
probably going to ruin the afternoon, but I guess I’m just going to blurt it
out.”

I sit up and move slightly out of his
embrace while I panic inside at whatever he’s about to tell me. “Reece, you’re
frightening me.”

“
Fuck!
Dal is coming up Friday night and is staying until Sunday.”

Did he say Dal? I don’t say anything
because I’m not sure what to say. I’m in shock and need to think. He isn’t
helping by sitting back not saying anything, but watching me. I guess with the
frown on his face, I have him worried.