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My eyes move to him as I release Donovan
from my fist. Reece is breathing heavily while rolling a condom down his thick,
pierced shaft.

Unable to move, I watch Reece climb onto
the bed beside me, lying on his back, his cock hard as steel jutting up,
jerking with excitement. A shirt lands on my chest as Donovan leans in and
cleans me up the best he can before Reece leans over and pulls me to lie on top
of him.

He pushes my hair out from my eyes before
looking deeply into them and bringing my head down to him as he kisses me. This
man’s kisses should be bottled and sold because he’d make millions. The slide
of his tongue against mine is arousing as hell.

Donovan climbs on the bed behind me, and
starts to stroke down my back in soothing caresses, paying extra attention to
my hips, ass and between my legs. He rubs around my sensitive clit and around
the entrance to my core before dipping inside me. I groan into Reece’s mouth.
Reece moves one of his hands between us to one of my breasts, and starts’
rolling my nipple between his fingers while his tongue is still doing wicked
things to my mouth.

Then I feel Donovan start to push into my
ass with a finger, making me wetter and I rub against Reece who pulls away from
my mouth gasping for breath. His dick is pulsing against my stomach as I
continue to rub uncontrollably against him while I feel even more pressure
against my ass.

“Three fingers, now,” Donovan whispers, his
voice tight with lust.

Fuck
, he’s going to make me come without Reece being inside me. That
can’t happen.

“Now…please…I can’t wait.”

Donovan withdraws his fingers and lifts my
hips up, which give him a good view of everything between my legs.

“
Fuck…shit
.
She’s dripping.” He groans, as Reece takes hold of his cock and positions
himself at my core. I don’t think, because I just want to feel, so I drop onto
him. He goes balls deep and grips my hips for life. He feels so good. So big.

“Don’t move,” he grounds out. “Shit, I’m
holding on by a thread here… Hurry the fuck up.”

“I’m about ready,” Donovan says, as I hear
another condom wrapper rip open. “This might be cold.”

I turn to look behind me at Donovan and
watch as he’s spreading, what I presume to be lube along the length of his
cock.

Turning back to Reece, he clamps his hands
on my ass and spreads me open. I feel Donovan’s cock at my forbidden entrance.
He slips straight inside, an inch at a time. Stretching me. Stretching me good.
Without them even moving, I can feel my climax starting to build. I clamp down
on them with my internal muscles only to hear them both groaning.

Keeping my eyes open because I want to
watch Reece come, I lean down and seal my lips to his, sucking his tongue into
my mouth – not letting him go.

Donovan’s hands slide from my waist, up to
my breasts and he starts to pinch, roll and pull my nipples. I want to shut my
eyes, but I can’t. I stare into Reece’s passion filled eyes as he uses his
hands on my hips to move me up and down his dick. Donovan catches the movement
and starts to slide back and forth into my ass with each flex of my hips.

My whole body is tingling, even my scalp.
The only sounds, which can be heard, are skin against skin, heavy breathing and
the occasional cuss or groan. I feel as though I’m about to detonate, my
stomach muscles begin to quiver and tighten…and then I’m coming…

“Ahhh…Oh God,” I scream. The muscles in my
pussy and ass are clamping and quivering around the two cocks in so much
pleasure I’m not sure where I stop and they begin.

Then Reece holds me still as he starts to
jerk with his release, and he isn’t the only one as I feel Donovan jerking in
my ass. He growls as he does shallow pumps with his hips before slowly
withdrawing and collapsing on the bed to the side of us.

The whole time, my eyes have been locked on
to Reece, who is having problems catching his breath. Not once since he entered
me did we break eye contact.

~ * ~

After the decadent afternoon spent with
Donovan and Reece, I’d gone down to Ryder’s and spent the evening with Thalia
while we watched Deception on stage. The guys had been hot as hell up there,
especially Reece who I couldn’t keep my eyes off. Oh, they’d both given me an
afternoon to remember, but it had been the evening after we’d all left the bar,
which was even more memorable.

Reece had wanted me to himself and made it
clear to Donovan that he wasn’t to touch me again. In fact, he’d been damn
possessive.

Arriving back at my room, he’d fucked me
six ways to Sunday. I sigh at the memories we created last night as I feel his
hands slide over me. His kisses press against my stomach as he watches my
reaction. His eyes search my face as though he’s trying to memorize me. Trying
to burn this gentle lovemaking into his mind so he can never forget.

My brow furrows at the thought, but before
I can form the question, Reece sweeps me into the eroticism of his embrace and
I’m lost to everything except his words and his touch.

The shrill sound of a phone ringing pulls
me from the delight of Reece as he stiffens. Jumping off the bed, he unlocks
his phone, and raises it to his ear, saying, “Dahlia.”

He gives me one last, longing look before
turning his back to me to keep me from hearing his conversation. He dresses
while he talks before grabbing his bag and leaving without one look or word in
my direction.

He just left. Tears sting my eyes and I
can’t believe that he just left like that. I swallow down the hurt threatening
to crash over me. Even if there was an emergency at home or elsewhere, at least
he could have said something. And who the hell is Dahlia? I’d never heard that
name before, but then again I’ve only known Reece since yesterday so I suppose
that’s to be expected. But why the fuck did he leave without saying a damn
word?

Well I do know one thing, and that is I’m
through with him. Nobody spends all night in my bed, and then wakes me up like
a lover only to leave in the middle of our naked play without a word.

“The bastard,” I growl out as my tears
finally arrive…

Part 2

October

Callie

Eight weeks, two days and three hours. That’s
the time it’s been since I last spoke to Reece. It was at Liam and Mia’s
wedding and while I’d spent most of the day with Donovan, while trying to avoid
being alone with Reece, I could still count the very seconds since I talked to
him. Oh, he’d tried to talk to me at the wedding, but I wasn’t having any of
it. He destroyed me leaving in the middle of sex to run off to another woman
without one word to me.

I’d felt a connection with him from the
first moment we met and it was only stronger after the afternoon spent with
both Reece and Donovan. It had been Reece who, after one kiss, I’d craved like
a drug.

I’ve seen him around, but we’ve not spoken.
Once or twice I’ve felt his eyes on me, and looked around only to find him
standing not too far away, totally transfixed on me. My heart catching every
damn time.

I’m still hurt about what he did, and I’m
also pissed because I find myself looking for Reece in any other guy who tries
to pick me up. Which is such a pain in the
fucking
ass, not to mention frustrating as hell.

Well, my frustration is about to pick up a
notch because Thalia and Phoenix have managed to persuade me to go and watch
Deception perform on stage at a club called Kenza here in Lexington tonight.
The guys have performed there about three times over the past six weeks and
Thalia tells me they’re becoming popular with the Lexington crowd.

I was adamant that I didn’t want to see
them on stage, but Thalia had convinced me by telling me one of my favorite
groups were going to be there as well,
Rebel
Walking
. That news basically sealed the deal.

Phoenix had driven us both here, and what a
hell of a long car journey it was too, but finally arriving at our hotel and
checking in didn’t leave us too long to shower and change. In fact, Phoenix had
helped us up to our rooms, which are across the hall from each other, then ran
to meet the guys at the club to set up.

And that is where I find myself, standing
in the bathroom after a quick shower. Pebbles of water still cling to my hair
as I stand in my bra and panties while trying to apply make-up. Butterflies
dance in my stomach and I wonder whether or not Reece knows I’m going to be
there tonight, and if he does, how will he feel about me being in his space.

Thump,
thump
.

I jump at the sound of someone banging on
the door – probably Thalia.

“Callie, open the door.”

That’s Thalia for you, Miss. Impatient as
well as my best friend and Phoenix’s fiancée. They were a cute couple, but
sometimes embarrassing to be seen with in public. They couldn’t walk for five
minutes without sticking their tongues down each other’s throats.

Grabbing a towel, I wrap it around myself
just in case someone is passing in the hall. As soon as I start to open the
door, Thalia elbows her way in, coming up short when she takes in my attire,
her lips twisting into a frown. “Why aren’t you ready?” With a quick glance at
her watch then back at me, she huffs out a breath. “I knew I should have told
you thirty minutes earlier than what I did. You’d have been ready on time.”

Shaking my head, I disappear back into the
bathroom to finish applying my mascara. Once finished, I flick my blonde hair
over my shoulders and take a look at myself. I’ve always been pleased with my
figure. Not that I’m arrogant about it, but my curvy hips and slim waist are
nicely accentuated by my ample breasts. Unfortunately, since the morning I
spent with Reece, my confidence has taken a beating and I’ve started doubting
myself. Was it something I’d done? Some way that I looked? That made him leave
the way he did.

Breathing deeply, I try to get back in
control because tonight is going to be difficult, more so than I’ve admitted to
anyone.

 
I can do this. I can really do this.
Fuck!

Giving myself one last look in the mirror,
I run my comb through my now dry hair and take a deep breath of reassurance.

I walk back out to the room and watch as
Thalia lies back on my bed with her cell in hand. “What’s he saying?”

She laughs. “He says to tell you to get
dressed and to get our skinny asses down to the club. He’s left passes at the
door for us.” Swinging her legs from the bed, she sits up, and says, “It’s
going to be okay, Callie. I don’t know what’s going on with him. I’ve seen him
these past weeks and I don’t know what’s really going on, but I do know he’s
missing you. Whenever your name’s mentioned he always leaves the room.” She
shakes her head. “Let’s just go and get there, okay?” Smirking, she adds, “I’ll
get Phoenix to introduce you to Luke, that should piss Reece off.”

Pulling my new, short denim skirt on, I
say, “I don’t want to piss him off. He has his reasons for doing what he did.
Yeah, I’m still hung up on him and what he did hurts. It hurts a lot.”

I fasten the skirt and shove my arms into a
deep purple tank. It comes to a stop just above my belly button. I meet Thalia’s
eyes. “If I had an explanation for why he did what he did, then, maybe I’d be
able to move on. But seeing him around town and knowing he’s purposely ignoring
me is like a knife to my chest.”

Slipping my feet into my cowboy boots, I
watch as Thalia walks over to the window and looks out into the night. She’s
always there for me, through thick and thin, no matter what. My beautiful, dark
haired best friend has no idea how much attention she draws to herself. I grin
thinking about Phoenix’s reaction when he sees her tonight. Although I haven’t
been to a Deception gig since the summer in Alabama, Thalia’s told me how he
reacts when guys come around her while he’s on stage.

A couple of weeks ago they’d had one hell
of an argument. Apparently, a guy was trying to pick her up while Phoenix was
singing and in the middle of his song, he’d stopped and told the fucker “to get
his hands off his girl.” Thalia had been pissed that he hadn’t let her handle
it; instead he’d brought attention on her, which she hates. I’d ended up
plugging my ears with my buds and listened to Pink so I couldn’t hear them
making up.

Practically ready to leave, I walk back
into the bathroom to apply my lipstick and with one final look in the mirror
I’m ready. Well, I’m physically ready, whether I’m mentally ready to face Reece
is another matter.

“Callie, please tell me you’re ready?”
Thalia leans against the doorway.

“Yeah, I’m ready. How are we getting
there?”

She looks away, and says, “Let’s go,”
moving away from the door.

I grab my purse and stand, unmoving in the
room with my hands on my hips waiting for her to turnaround.

“Dammit Callie. It’s two blocks from the
hotel so I thought we could walk and get a bit of fresh air, you know.”

This
isn’t good.
“I don’t mind walking, but, um, what about
Phoenix? He’s going to
shitabrick
when he finds out we walked. You know that right?” I get moving as she opens
the door.

“He won’t ‘shitabrick’ as you quite
eloquently put it, if you don’t tell him.” She grins at me. I roll my eyes.

We step into the elevator. “I’m not going
to say anything. I have enough trouble with his friend without adding your hunk
to the list.”

“Hmm.” With a dreamy look on her face, she
leans against the mirrored wall inside this moving cage.

I try not to think about being in here too
much before I start to hyperventilate. I do not do well in confined spaces,
especially in the middle of crowds. Real tight packed crowds that is. I’m okay
if there’s some room to breathe. In fact, I’m only going tonight because we
have passes to go backstage with the guys, which also makes me feel sick. Why?
Reece.

“He is a hunk.”

I blink, trying to remember what we were
talking about.
Phoenix!

The elevator doors open. Stepping out, I
say, over my shoulder, “He’s not as well built as Reece.”

“Oh please.” Catching up to me, she gives
me a sideways look. “I can’t believe you’re throwing him in my face after what
he did to you.”

“Me either. God, I need a drink.” I wrap my
arm around Thalia’s as we walk outside the hotel. “We can get drinks backstage
right? Please tell me we can.”

“Callie, you’re being an idiot. It’s a
club. What do you think they serve? Orange juice?”