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Chapter 2

Reece

Sprawled across the sofa in the room we’ve
been given to chill out in, I try to ignore Phoenix’s nerves. At least that’s
what I’m putting his pacing down to. I have my ball cap pulled low over my
eyes, but I can still see his fucking shadow.

I count to ten in my head before I explode.
Pulling my cap lower, I close my eyes, but when I do I still see Callie, shock
filling her face when I walked out and left her without a word. She’s plagued
my damn dreams since, which is a fucker. The only way to forget the last image
I saw of her is to get drunk so I sleep like the dead because if I’m sober the minute
my eyes shut she’s there. Sitting on the bed in her room back in the hotel in
Alabama with the sheet clutched in her hands, covering her breasts. Her blonde
hair cascading down her back all messy because of my fingers, her lips all red
and swollen from my kisses.

She’s my obsession. I’ve never been plagued
with dreams about someone I’ve fucked before. But Callie. I can’t get her out
of my fucking head. Half the time she acted so innocent and the other half she
acted so fucking hot that she blew my mind.
Sweet
beautiful Callie.
I royally fucked up and my breathing picks up imagining
her with someone else. I literally see red when I think about her naked and
someone else putting his mouth, hands and body on – in hers. “
Sonovabitch!
” I jump up off the sofa,
crashing straight into Phoenix.

“What the fucks your problem?” His eyes
flash at the opportunity to get into it with me and I can tell that he’s
pissed.

He usually isn’t in the best of moods until
he has Thalia with him. Which come to think about it, why isn’t she with him
now?

I frown. Only just realizing she’s usually
here by now. “Where’s Thalia?”

Phoenix quickly looks at Donovan before
looking back to me.
What the fucks going
on?

Looking between the pair of them, my nerves
tighten and I just know they’re going to say the last thing I want to hear.

“I’m getting outta here.” Phoenix is out
the door before I can even blink.

Donovan starts to fidget and won’t meet my
eyes when I turn toward him.

“Fuckin’ bastard.” I stare at him. “Tell me
I’m wrong.”

Looking resigned, Donovan stands and faces
me, his feet shift into a fighting stance as though he’s expecting me to rush
him. “I can’t. Thalia and Phoenix talked her into coming up here. It’s not fair
to her, having to stay away from her friends because you fucked up.” He shakes
his head and his eyes narrow as my fists clench in frustration. “If it’s any
consolation, they only managed to get her up here because she has a thing for
Luke. So you don’t have anything to worry about. She’ll be throwing herself at
Luke’s feet instead, so basically, you’re off the hook.”

Luke?
Gritting my teeth, I snarl, “Who the fuck is Luke?” Trying not to
lose my temper with Donovan.

“Rebel Walking. One of her favorite bands.”
He shrugs his shoulders. “Why are you bothered? You left her in the middle of
well…you know. So why are you bothered who Luke is?”

“Stop playing with my fuckin’ head. You
don’t know what the shit you’re talking about.” I can feel my fists clenching
all of their own accord and rage flows through me. I have an almost
uncontrollable urge to hit something…even him if he keeps talking.

Donovan takes a warning step forward, his
eyes fill with his own rage, but it does nothing to quell my urge to hit
him.
 
“Reece, you need to face the
fact, you screwed up big time. She deserved to be treated ten times better than
the way you treated her. She trusted you and you blew it. You don’t have any
say who she goes with.” With that, he takes a step back and moves across the
room, but I can still see his anger in the tightness of his stance.

My lip curls in derision. It’s a good move
on his part as my fists are itching to be used. I try to breathe, but there
isn’t enough oxygen in the room. I feel as though I’m suffocating.

Settling for shoving my cap back on my
head, I glare at him. “I’m glad you told me about Luke.” His eyes narrow.
“Perhaps I’ll tap one of the groupies tonight. Been a while.”

Before he can say anything, I slam out of
the room and ignore the angry shouts coming from the door behind me. He said
his bit and I’m done listening to him.

Callie is a thorn in my side. Since I’ve
been with her I haven’t been with anyone else. I’ve tried, but she’s under my
skin and I need her out. I’m not good enough for her; that’s what it basically
comes down to, and it’s killing me.

Looking around as I’m walking toward the
back exit, I spot the same chick who was trying to get my attention when we
first arrived. Changing direction, I walk towards her with purpose and see her
frown change into a grin splitting her face. She’s okay in the look’s
department, with dark hair and she is wearing the shortest dress in history.
One wrong move and she’ll be showing her ass among other things. That fact
doesn’t bother me because all I want is to have her on her knees while she sucks
me off.

I’m a bastard, but I’m not sure I’ll be
able to get off if I see her face. She isn’t Callie.
Fuck!
I need her once and for all out of my head. She’s driving me
fuckshit
crazy.

“Hey gorgeous. Want to join me?” I ask,
ignoring what’s going on around me before I lose the balls to carry through
with this chick.

Pushing out her chest, she replies, “What
do you think?”

She closes the distance between us in what
must be her version of seductive – her back arching slightly to give me a
better view of her ample cleavage. She rubs her tits against my chest while
caressing over my abs with the fake nails of her one hand. I capture her hand
before she reaches my jeans. The words whisper through my head in warning.
She’s not Callie.

Oh, what the fuck. I take hold of her head,
sealing our lips together. Her tongue seeks entrance into my mouth and I open
up. Her hands are all over me while she rubs against me. Her nipples are
digging into my chest as her one leg slides up my thigh to wrap around me. I’d
have to be a eunuch to not get a reaction in my jeans.

Reaching out to steady her, my hands land
on her ass, which I squeeze and pull her tighter against me.

Hearing a gasp that cuts through the
foreplay I’m enjoying, I freeze. Pulling my mouth away from the chicks, I
glance over my shoulder where the sound came from and see Callie standing not
too far away with tears in her eyes.

It’s
for the best – fuck!

I let the chicks leg drop to the floor with
my heart threatening to beat out of my chest and taking her hand, lead her into
the closest room – a store cupboard.

Don’t
look back – don’t look back.

Shoving the chick inside, I let the door
slam shut behind me, but not before I see the hurt in Callie’s eyes.

I lean against the door, and bending over,
rest my hands on my knees trying to catch my breath because I feel as though
I’ve been kicked in the guts. I shouldn’t feel like this.
Fuck
, I’m the one who put that look on her face. It’s for the best,
she deserves someone better than me, but it hurts like a motherfucker.

“What’s wrong with you? Was that you’re
girlfriend?” She moves closer to me.

I shake my head. “No. I’m fine.”

Dropping to her knees in front of me, she
strokes my cock through my jeans. My traitorous dick responds, hardening. It’s
been too long since I had a woman’s hands on me. Straightening, I rest my head
against the door. I shut my eyes as she unzips me letting my desperate cock
burst free and straight into her mouth.
Oh
fuck
.

Behind my eyes, I pretend it’s Callie on
her knees. I pretend it’s her wet mouth sucking and licking my dick. Her hot
little mouth feels good on me. She flicks my piercing at the tip on her upward
motion, which brings me closer to my release. I remember lying on the bed in
her room in Alabama with her kneeling between my thighs, my cock in her curious
hands as she played with the piercing having never seen a pierced cock before.

Feeling myself slide to the back of
Callie’s throat, I feel the fire ready to explode in my balls as they pull
close to my body. She swallows around the head of my dick causing me to shoot
my load into her mouth while she continues sucking me off.

I stay against the door trying to catch my
breath.

“That was hot.”

My eyes fly open as I look down at the
strange woman at my feet.
It’s not
Callie.
What the fuck have I done?

Then it comes rushing back at me. Callie’s
face when she caught me with my tongue down someone else’s throat. How would I
have felt witnessing Callie with her tongue down someone else’s throat?
Dammit
, I’d have punched the nameless
fucker out.

Shoving my junk back inside my jeans, I say
to no one in particular, “I need a shot.” Pushing away from the door, I grab a
bottle of whiskey from the shelf and take a large swallow. Wanting to get the
image of Callie, and what I’ve just done out of my fuckin’ head.

“Can I stay backstage and watch you
perform.”

I turn my gaze back to her and see the
smirk on her face. No shred of doubt on it because she’s just ‘performed.’

“Maybe. Go back to your friends. I’ll look
for you later.”

What the hell, I’ve already screwed up any
chance, if I’d wanted a chance that is, of anything with Callie. “Stay
backstage.” I knock more whiskey back, needing my senses numb from the fuckup
I’m making.

Hearing the door closing behind me, I reach
in my back pocket for my cell and dial Dahlia.

Chapter 3

Callie

No matter how much he hurt me back in
Alabama, seeing him with a skank locked against him has shredded me. When he
looked up at me it was like he really hadn’t known I was there or plan to have
me see him with her, but it doesn’t lesson the pain any. It still hurts like
hell.

The moment Donovan had walked out of the
room he’d been in, he’d taken a look at the tears in my eyes, and pulled me
into an office, wrapping me in his arms. And that is where I find myself now,
sitting on this lap while my tears soak into his shirt, crying because I’m
still hung up on his friend. I hate me right now for allowing myself to react
this way.

Why can’t I let him go after the way he
treated me? After the way he’s still treating me?

“Callie, please stop crying. You’re
breaking my heart.” Donovan continues to stroke my hair, trying to soothe me.

I take in some much needed air and try to
control my tears. Sitting up, I use the napkins in my hands to swipe at my eyes
and blow my nose.

Donovan grins. “Feeling better?”

“Not really.”

He frowns.

Sighing, he says, “I’m not sure what’s
going on with him. He’s behaved for weeks and tonight he was okay,
until…um…until he kinda worked out that you were going to be here.”

I start to shake my head. “It’s not because
of me.” I sniffle into a tissue. “He can’t be hung up on me after the way he
left me. I mean who does that?” I meet Donovan’s gaze. “He was so adamant that
he wanted me to himself, and then he just left…” Hiccupping, I try to catch the
new tears that have started, while anger tightens Donovan’s jaw – or at
least I think it’s anger.

“Reece hasn’t had it easy. He comes from a
large family; all girls.” He smirks at some secret memory. “We had some fun
pissing them off when we were younger, though.”

His smile slips into a frown. “His dad left
his mom without a backward glance at his kids. Reece is the eldest so all the
responsibility kinda fell on him, which he hated. He used to get into all sorts
of trouble. Considering all that shit, he hasn’t come out too badly. He’s my
best friend and I know he can be a bastard.” He leans forward and kisses each
one of my cheeks before wiping a stray tear away.

“I’m not telling you this to make you feel
sorry for him. I’m telling you because I think you have him running scared.
He’s never reacted to anyone the way he did you and that made him do something
really stupid.”

I lay my head back on Donovan’s shoulder
while I think about what he’s just said. It certainly doesn’t explain his
earlier behavior because from his reaction he had no idea I was standing there.
I do have a question for Donovan though.

“Who’s Dahlia?” I mumble into his shirt.

He briefly tenses up against me before
relaxing again. “He’s been friends with her for a long time…since we were
teenagers. Dahlia or rather Dal is the one person he won’t talk about to anyone
– ever. Not even Phoenix or me.”

Chuckling, I say, “I still find it amusing
hearing everyone refer to Jack as Phoenix, and the fact that Thalia doesn’t get
mad when they do is…odd.”

“It’s his stage name, and now that
Deception is becoming popular, it’s easier. He doesn’t want his actual name
getting out because he still wants to practice law at some point.” He shrugs
his shoulders. “We don’t slip up this way.”

“I know Thalia told me why she agreed.” I
smile. “She wasn’t impressed at all really and has now come up with another
name that only she can call him...damn frustrating because she’s keeping quiet
so we don’t pinch that one as well.”

He laughs. “Please tell me you’re feeling
better because as much as I’d love to be in here all night with you, we’re on
stage in about ten minutes.”

With Donovan’s help, I manage to climb off
his lap, giving him an embarrassed look. He’s been so good to me, and although
we haven’t really spoken since our afternoon together with Reece, he’s been
great. Why couldn’t I have felt the connection with Donovan instead?

I’m not even sure I want to stay. If I see
Reece again with the skank, I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold it together. It
would also be a tossup who I punch first.

Donovan frowns down at me. “You’ll be okay,
right? While I’m on stage.”

He’s so cute and I feel that pang of regret
again. Despite how amazing Donovan is, I just don’t feel that same connection
that I do…or rather did…with Reece. “If the band’s on stage then I’ll be okay,
and Reece might live a bit longer.”

“Come on babe.” He wraps an arm around my
neck. “Pretend you’re with me. It’ll piss him off.” He grins at me while
opening the door and ushering me back outside into the bustle of back stage.

“Donovan, I appreciate the offer, but I
don’t want to cause trouble between you and him. That’s not me.”

Shaking his head, he replies, “You won’t
come between us…let me finish.” He holds his hand over my mouth when I go to
speak. “I enjoyed being with you,” he grins, “but it was Reece. I know that. I
wouldn’t have backed off so easily otherwise. So let’s hangout and piss him off.”

I bite my lip as Donovan’s words swirl in
my head. There are so many reasons why I shouldn’t. It could backfire and send
him into the skanks arms again. Then again, it could have him finally facing up
to what he did to me. I sigh and rub my temples to push away the pain that is
setting up shop there. The fact is, I’m too hurt and angry that he could do
something like that to me. Yeah, my soft heart was hoping he wants me as much
as I still want him. I’m stupid, but I’m not going to let him ruin my evening.

I gaze up at Donovan and notice that we’re
extremely close. All the while I’ve been contemplating his offer, he’s moved
closer to me, and we’re now standing, practically, chest-to-chest. I focus on
his eyes and cock my eyebrow while he just grins at me. Feeling slightly
better, and before I can change my mind, I reach up and seal my lips to his.

Donovan freezes, for all of three seconds,
before he takes over control of our kiss. His fingers slide into my hair to
hold me still while he devours me. There are no other words to describe what
he’s doing to me. But whatever it is, it’s working because all I want to do is
rip my clothes off and let him take me back to the time we were together with
Reece.
Reece.

I pull my mouth away and meet Donovan’s
lust filled eyes with mine, knowing I shouldn’t have initiated the kiss. “I’m
sor–”

He covers my mouth with his hand, again.
“Don’t apologize. I like you Callie, but I know where your heart lies.” He
smiles. “I’m gonna help, but you have to promise not to kiss me like that,
again. If you do, I’m not going to be responsible for my actions,” he smirks.
“You got hot lips, baby.”

I roll my eyes as I start to laugh, pushing
him away from me. “Help me find Thalia, then I’ll let you off the hook for
now…you’re not such a bad kisser yourself.”

His grin couldn’t get any wider as he
points me in the direction of Thalia and Phoenix, who appear to have their
tongues down each other’s throats.

They’re
embarrassing half the time.
Starting to walk toward
them, I feel a smack on my ass. Turning quickly, Donovan pulls up short with a
mischievous look on his face.

“Hmm. You might want to keep them hands to
yourself…buster.”

He wraps his arm around my shoulders,
pulling me into his side. “That’s not what you said before.”

I gasp, narrowing my eyes at him.

He chuckles. “Time-out, babe. Time-out.”

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