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“Enough,” I groan, removing her hand before
crushing her against me and tasting her some more. I can’t get enough of this
girl. My girl.

“Um, I’m not too sure how we’re supposed to
get cleaned up… You have remembered I’m on the pill, right? It would have been
less messy.”

Crushing her against me was a bad idea
– now we’re both covered in cum, although I have to agree it looks good
on her. I smirk, which she catches.

“It would have been less messy if you’d
raised your leg and peed on me.”

“Now, where is the fun in that?”

I reach over into the bed of the truck and
grab my gym bag, which should hopefully still have a clean shirt and jeans
in…and yes it does. “Here, put these on.” She frowns at me. “Please Callie. I
don’t want anyone else to see you in that dress.”

She rolls her eyes. “Okay, but you need to
clean me up first.”

“My pleasure.”

“Well, I guess you’re right as it’s your
pleasure that’s all over me.”

I throw my head back and laugh. She’s the
sexiest little thing sitting on top of me giving me sass as I start to use my
gym towel to clean her up before I pull my shirt over her head to cover her
delicious breasts. Moving down, I rub her pussy with the towel, and if possible
her legs open wider obviously enjoying the attention.

She moans, and her nipples peak.

Oh yeah, she’s enjoying the attention. I
really want to carry on, but we’re only going to get away with hiding out for
so long. In fact, I’m surprised Dal hasn’t come looking for me. Then again she
probably knows what I’m doing and with whom. Callie has been all I’ve talked
about since she arrived. Nearly every conversation I mentioned Callie. Although
I hadn’t realized I did this until Dal called me on it.

Grabbing the towel from me, she starts to
clean me up taking extra care around my balls and growing dick.

I growl. “Stop. We really need to get out
of here.”

Scooting off me, she takes the jeans with
her and manages to get them up her legs as I pull mine back up and fasten
myself back inside. My jeans are going to be too big on her so I root around in
Donovan’s bag knowing he’ll have a neck tie in one of the pockets.

Pulling out a dark blue one, I thread it
through the loops on the jeans and fasten it. She fastens the front of the
shirt into a knot, flashing her tanned belly.

Needing air before I leap on her again, I
open the door and jump out, inhaling the fresh air to calm my raging hormones.
She does this to me every time. I always start with good intentions, but my
intentions go out the window as soon as I look at her.

I turn around and notice the heels are back
on her feet as she slides out of the car, clutching her dress. “Spend the night
with me, Reece.” I hesitate to answer, so she continues, “Please. Dal, although
she didn’t seem to like me, can sleep on the sofa bed and then maybe tomorrow
we can all do something. You want us to get to know each other, right?”

That’s the truth, but I’m not sure a sleep
over is the right thing to do while Dal is staying with me because she expects
to sleep with me when it gets too bad at home for her. But how do I tell Callie
that after just having sex with her in Donovan’s truck? Just when I think we’re
on the right track, something that I know is going to set us back pops up. This
is why I tried to keep my distance after the summer because I have too many
complications in my life.

“Reece?”

“Um, sorry.” She’s waiting for a response.
“Look, it’s not that easy, okay. Dal’s only here for two nights. That’s it. I
want to spend the night with you more than anything, but I can’t while she’s
here. I’m sorry Callie, but perhaps we can get together Monday. You told Thalia
that you aren’t working, so we can do something together then.”

I put my arm around her shoulders and start
moving toward the back door of the club again; knowing full well that I’ve
disappointed her. She had the right to expect me to stay over, and now I’ve
basically said no, but no thanks.

She takes a deep breath as we walk back
inside and asks, “Okay, well. What about tomorrow? There’s no reason why we
can’t spend the day together…unless
she
doesn’t want me to.”

About to ask her why’d she think Dal
wouldn’t want her to spend the day with us, when it hits me that I’ve already
let Dal talk me into spending the day with her on the bike.
Fuck
!

“I need the restroom,” Callie says, moving
out from under my arm and disappearing inside not sounding happy. In fact, she
sounded upset. Perhaps, I should go after her.

With one foot in and one foot out of the
restroom, Dal appears with raised eyebrows.

“Something you want to tell me?” She leans
against the wall.

“No…dammit.” I walk back out and lean
against the wall opposite. “I don’t know what to do with her. This thing with
you and me…I need to explain to her because if I don’t I’m going to lose her.”

“She means that much to you?”

I rest my head against the wall behind me.
“Yeah…she does.”

“If you mean something to her then she
should accept that you have a life that doesn’t involve her.”

My eyes snap up to hers. “That’s not
possible.”

“Reece, open your eyes. If she really cares
then she should want to be with you regardless, but she doesn’t, does she? She
wants you to spend the night with her, right? And she doesn’t understand when
you tell her that you’re spending the next two nights with me. She wants you to
herself. She’s selfish and looks like those skanks you used to fuck with the
way she’s dressed. You need to put her in a cab with a pat on the head or ass,
whichever you prefer, and stay the hell away from her and find someone new for
your booty call.”

For the first time in as long as I can
remember, I’m about ready to blow up at Dal with the things she’s saying about
Callie. I don’t for one minute consider her a skank or a booty call, but
tonight I’ve had enough shit between the two of them. “I’ll agree to the cab.”

Callie

“I’ll agree to the cab.”

Those five words break my heart, again.
What is it with him and
her
? For
fucks sake
, she’s just slashed me to him
and he fuckin’ agrees! She not only called me a skank, but referred to me as a
booty call, and he never stood up for me. He never disagreed.

I feel completely crushed knowing that he’s
listening to her trash me while not even fifteen minutes ago he was buried deep
inside me.

My tears pour down my face, faster than I
can mop them up. I dash to the sink and throw water on my face while they
continue to fall, even after I’ve tried to dry them with toilet tissue.

No more. I can’t keep putting myself
through this. Why can’t I find a nice guy who genuinely wants me? Someone who
actually cares about me and wants to spend his time with me instead of another
girl, one who he insists he’s only friends with.

This
sucks.

Right now though, I need to leave the
restroom. I take a deep breath and mop my tears up, just praying I hold it
together long enough for me to get home or at least in a cab.

I slowly open the door and to my surprise
neither Reece nor Dal are there loitering around waiting for me. I’m not sure
whether to be relieved or pissed, but right now I want to leave here and get
back to my apartment.

I can do this. I’m not a wimp, so I really
can do this.
Yeah, right. That’s why
you’re trying to sneak out.
Opening the door to the main part of the club,
I spot Reece with his baldhead straightaway near the pool table and Dal
standing beside him. They look to be deep in conversation. Seeing this as my
chance to leave, I skim the edge of the club toward the exit. I look back to
Reece and gaze straight into his eyes. I turn and dash through the front doors
of the club and run the best I can to a cab, which is just dropping off a
couple. “Hold the cab for me.”

“Callie, wait.” He runs and grabs my wrist.
“What the hell. What are you doing?”

“Have you got any idea what it feels like
to realize the guy I thought cared about me, who said he wants to be with me
was just using
me
. What it feels like
to know that not twenty minutes ago he was deep inside me and it was only a
booty call,” I cry out at him, tears streak my vision, running down my face,
but I don’t wipe them away. He has hurt me so much, I want him to really see
the pain he’s caused. “And now I’m getting in a cab to go back to my apartment
where I will wash myself of you once and for all, and where I will start dating
guys who want to be with me, who don’t want to use me.”

“You heard Dal?” He rubs his neck. “
Fuck
. You know what, why don’t you grow
up and start to realize everything doesn’t revolve around you,” he shouts.

What
the fuck!
Why the hell is this my fault?

“I asked you if I was your girl and with
your reaction to the question, I presumed I was, so is it so wrong of me to
want to spend time with my
boyfriend
?
To want to give him the benefit of the doubt by initiating an outing with
someone who he keeps telling me is just a friend, only to overhear said friend,
calling me a skank and a booty call…and you,” I cry, “you just stood there
saying nothing and agreed with her to put me in a cab. Well, I’m done. You’ve
had numerous chances and I’m not doing this anymore because it hurts too much.”
Pushing free of him, I shoot him one last look; anger and fear clear in the
tears running down my face as I jump into the cab. Slamming the door, I manage
to get my address out before I fall apart.

~ * ~

 
“Callie, it’s been three weeks. You can’t
keep avoiding him.” I give her an evil glare, which she laughs off and
continues, “Look, I know he was an ass, but there are a lot of guys out there
who you can make him jealous with, and when I see him at the club tonight I’m
going to tell him you’re out on a hot date.” She grins. “Go shower or something
and I’ll see you in the morning.” Thalia closes my bedroom door seconds before
I hear the front door closing.

She’s been on at me for the past two weeks
to get out and make Reece jealous, but what she doesn’t understand is that I
don’t want to make him jealous because I don’t want to have anything else to do
with him. He’s broken my heart twice now and the second time hurt. It hurt so
bad knowing he agreed with what she said. The fact that he didn’t say anything
in my defense sealed his guilt in my eyes.

His actions the last three weeks have
cemented that fact. He didn’t care enough about me to stop me that night,
didn’t care to come rushing over. In fact, since that night, he hasn’t tried to
contact me and he hasn’t been around to the apartment to see Phoenix. Donovan’s
tried to talk to me, but I’ve not wanted to listen to him. Why should I? He’s
not going to say anything to persuade me otherwise.

Instead of focusing on Reece, I’ve been
trying to get on with my life. I’ve thrown myself into the routine, going to
classes, picking up extra shifts at work. When Friday night finally comes, like
tonight, I let myself fall apart briefly. It was that falling apart that led to
my mom talking me into going home for the weekend. She wanted me there to
celebrate some big contract or other. It’s something I would have normally
passed on, but I can’t really go back on my word to my mom now, not when
they’ve already bought my ticket. I’m just hoping she doesn’t have any ideas
about fixing me up with one of her friend’s sons. On the rare occasion I do go
home for these parties of my parents, there always just happens to be one or
two eligible bachelors – drives me crazy.

Perhaps being away from here will help get
over
him
because nothing else is
helping. He told me he would most likely screw up, but I sure as hell didn’t
expect him to screw up in the way that he did. I still find it difficult to
accept that he’d just stood there while she trashed me. So yeah, I’m pissed and
heartbroken because he’d gotten to me – big time. He brought the wicked
out in me, the bad girl, like no one else ever had.

I sigh, my mind refusing to switch off.
It’s filled with thoughts of going home tomorrow and whether or not I’ll be
coming back...

~ * ~

 
“Callie, I really wish you’d tell me
what’s going on with you,” Mom says barging into my room. “You’ve been home for
two weeks. You’re getting behind with your studies.” Mom opens my curtains
before turning to glare at me. “I’ve left you alone for long enough. You either
tell me what’s going on or I’m taking you back to college. You’re so close to
finishing; please don’t let all that work go to waste… Are you listening to
me?”

“Yes, Mom.” I guess I’ve done well to not
have her going on and on at me all the time I’ve been home, but part of me
feels as though it will be final if I announce I want to go to the local
college instead of back to Chicago. She’ll also be telling me “I told you so.”
Mom tried to talk me into going to the local college when I was eighteen, but I
was adamant that I wanted to go away to school. I don’t regret my decision back
then because I have a great friend in Thalia, even if we don’t spend our time
together anymore, I know she’ll be there for me anytime I need her. I just
don’t think I have the energy to finish school back there, where the cause of
my current heartache is.

“Is this about a boy?” Mom asks, coming to
sit beside me on my bed.

The tears come out of nowhere. One minute
I’m thinking about my studies and the next I’m in a flood of tears.

“Oh, honey. Come here baby girl.” My mom
climbs on my bed and lying down beside me, pulls me into her arms. She holds me
real tight while I cry all over her, rubbing my back in the same soothing
motion she used when I was a small child. This is what I need. My mom.

She lets me cry for what feels like ages,
but is probably only five minutes before setting me slightly away from her.
“Talk to me. What did he do?”

I swallow down another sob, and tell her,
“Reece…” I take a deep breath. “Reece was an ass. I thought we had something
good, you know? But then a friend of his from back home came to visit him, and
although I was jealous, I tried to be friendly toward her, but I overheard her
saying some bad things about me to Reece.” I start sobbing again. “He didn’t
say anything in my defense…he just agreed.” I hiccup.

“Oh honey. I’m really sorry. Have you
spoken to him since?”

I shake my head and try to hide my
disappointment. It’s been five weeks since I’ve seen or spoken to him and I
need to get my life back on track. Despite all my hard work over the years, the
only thing that seems to make any sense is to transfer out, take the loss and
finish at the local college. I take a deep breath. I’ve been going over this
for weeks and there’s no more thinking about it, I’m going to do it.

“I want to finish college in town.”

My mom stills against me. “Are you sure?
What about Thalia? And surely this will pass.”

I sigh. “It may pass,” I say knowing it’s
going to take a long time to forget him, if ever, “but he’s one of Phoenix’s
best friends so it’s getting kinda awkward around the place. Thalia won’t be
happy, but she’ll understand.”
I hope.
“I’m going to miss being around them, but I really thought Reece and I had
something, you know.” I sniffle into a tissue.

“We can drive into town and go to the
admissions office to see if they’ll accept you. They’ll be able to tell us the
correct procedure of doing all this.” She gives me a pensive look. “Are you
sure this is what you want?”

I shake my head. “Not really,”
sniffle
, “but I can’t be around him
anymore. I don’t want to see him. Can we leave it for a few days.” God, I’m so
indecisive.

“If that’s what you want.” Mom gets off my
bed and starts to fiddle with the curtains, that she’s already opened. “Why
don’t you have a shower and put on some clean clothes…not pajamas, and come
downstairs.” Walking toward the door, she turns back to me, but avoids looking
into my eyes. “Hurry up, Callie.” And with that she’s gone. Why wouldn’t she
meet my eyes?

Taking a deep breath, I slide out of bed
and make my way to my bedroom window. Shoving the curtains to one side, I look
down to see if there are any cars parked and there is – one very sleek,
black car. No idea what, but it looks rather expensive and fast. Hmmm. So we
have a guest, no wonder Mom wants me downstairs looking all nice and presentable.
I’ll bet he’s either the son of one of my parents’ friends, or he’s a business
associate of my fathers, but no matter what I can practically guarantee that he
will be around my age.

With a heavy sigh, I head toward the
bathroom to shower; at least then I’ll feel more human.