Spicy (20 page)

The nurse comes into the room with a
painkiller injection. “Doctor’s orders.” After injecting me, she leave us
alone.

Feeling sleepier, and feeling my throat
starting to go numb, I slide over in bed and pat the space to the side of me.

Reece takes his shoes off and then climbs
onto the bed, pulling me into his arms. I’m safe wrapped up in my guy.

“I love you, Callie. So
fuckin’
much.”

I hear Reece as sleep drags me under.

Reece

“Reece.”

I hear my name, but ignore the voice
because I’m having one hell of a hot dream that involves a naked Callie on her
knees using her mouth. The sensations running along my cock feels too damn good
to open my eyes and lose the dream. The dream that feels real especially now
that ‘Prince Albert’ is being played with.

“Reece,” the voice whispers across my neck.
My eyes fly open as I arch into Callie’s hand.

“What the fuck?” I groan, closing my eyes
again. “Callie.” Inhaling, I remove her hand, catching my breath when she
strokes along my fully aroused dick as I finally get her hand out of my jeans.

I meet her gaze and see amusement sparkling
in her blue eyes before a shadow covers them. “Touch me Reece. Make me forget
he had his hands on me by putting yours on me.”

Oh
boy!
“Babe, we’re in the hospital and you’re hurt.
It would kill me if I hurt you.” I kiss her forehead to take the sting out of
my words. She’s badly bruised on her chest and the thought of hurting her more
makes me sick.

About to pull slightly away from her, she
starts to shake against me.
Is she
crying?
“Callie… Baby.”

“It’s okay. You probably don’t want me
now.”

What
the fuck’s she talking about?

“Now someone else has had their hands on
me.”

She’s left me stunned. By not wanting to
put my hands on her bruised skin, have I left her doubting whether or not I
still want her? “Look at me.” I tip her face up to mine and look into her
beautiful eyes swimming with tears. “I love you and I’m not going anywhere.
Yeah, I want to kill the bastard for doing this to you, but I still want you.
I’ll always want you, Callie. Even when I’m being a dick, I’ll always love and
want you. Don’t ever doubt that.” I kiss her soft lips. “I’m terrified of
causing you pain.” I kiss the tip of her nose and inhaling, I tell her, “If
you’re sure then I’ll kiss you better.” I grin, and after a few seconds she
nods.

“Lie back for me… I’m only touching your
chest, babe. The rest can wait until we really are alone.” I help her lie on
her back and flex my arm a few times to take the pins and needles away, left
over from having Callie sleeping on my arm for the few hours of sleep we’ve
both had.

My girl is beautiful and what she trusts me
with will always stay with me.

Because her injury is her chest the nurse
put the hospital gown on back to front so that the fastenings are in front,
which makes it easier for me.

Callie keeps her gaze locked on me as I
very nervously open the first and second ties on her gown, and then taking a
deep breath for courage, I spread both sides open and stare at her chest.

I’m not sure how long I’ve been staring,
but she takes hold of my face, making me look at her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t
think. I just thought you’d be able to take away the pain. I should have
realized it would hurt you seeing me like this.”

“It does hurt me seeing you like this.” I
lean closer and rest my forehead against hers, closing my eyes, I inhale her
scent. “Let me love you, baby.”

She spreads her legs so I move between and
resting on my arms on either side of her, I start with soft kisses and licks
over her collarbone before I work my way down to her black and blue breast. I
place small kisses over her bruises, hoping I don’t cause her more pain. For
someone so slim, she has very large breasts. They overflow my hands and seeing
what that bastard has done to her is breaking something inside me. As I
continue kissing her breast softly, I just want to go and cry so she doesn’t
know how much what was done to her is affecting me.

“Touch my other one,” she asks in a
whisper.

Her other breast doesn’t have small bruises
all over, but from what she told the cop
he’d
used pressure on it. Callie takes my hand and places it on top.

“Are you alright?”

“More than alright. Please, don’t stop.”

Sticking my tongue out, I start to lick
around her breast at the same time as I start to stroke her other one. She
groans, arching into me.

I’m slowly losing control of my own body with
the little noises she’s making while I continue to lick closer and closer to
her dark red nipple. It looks hard as rock, but with the dark coloring I’d say
it’s sore as hell, which tells me I need to stay away from it…but dammit, she
pushes my head closer. “Please…”

I flick it with my tongue and she reacts as
though hit by lightening. She moans, arching into me and grinds against my
cock, which is awake with her moaning and groaning.

“More.”

She’s gonna kill me. “Tell me if I hurt
you.”

I feel her nod.

Groaning, I take her bruised nipple into my
mouth and swirl my tongue around, gently, while I massage her other between my
finger and thumb.

Trying to be gentle with her is taking
everything I have when she’s grinding like crazy against my dick, which really
wants to come out and play, but that is so not happening, at least for now.

“Reece…make me come.”

Oh
fuck!
My dick lengthens at her words. I press into
her pussy knowing if I get my cock out, I’m not going to be able to be gentle.
I need to claim her as mine, to get that fucker out of her head and the only
way beating against my insides is to fuck her brains out, but she isn’t up to
that.

“Does this hurt?” I ask as I take her other
nipple between my lips and gently suck.

“No,” she pants, “that nipple isn’t
sore…more.”

Her legs break free of the cover between us
as she wraps them around my hips, locking me to her.

I move back to her sore nipple, lavishing
it with my tongue as I pinch and roll her other one between my fingers. I press
down against her, rubbing her with my cock through the covers as she matches my
rhythm.

“Reece… I’m gonna… Oh God,” she shudders,
“I’m coming… Ahhhhhh…”

Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck!

I try to breathe, as she’s frantic against
me, my dick desperate to blow its load, which really isn’t a good idea right
now. I let my head drop between her breasts, staying there until I feel her
heart beat return to normal.

Her legs fall back to the bed as she
caresses my head and down to my shoulders, scraping her nails on my back
causing a shiver to wrack my body.

Unable to stay lying where I am, which is
too painful with my dick wanting to come, I climb off the bed, and standing,
look out of the window with my back to her. I cuss myself for getting turned on
when I was trying to erase the pain from her eyes. I shouldn’t have been
aroused, but dammit to hell, every time she’s in my arms or in the same room as
me I’m sporting wood so it’s nothing new.

“Reece, please talk to me. What’s wrong?
Did I do something?”

The last I only just catch as her voice
catches.

Turning, I go and sit beside her, wincing
when I do. After rearranging myself in my jeans, I take her hand into mine, and
kissing her palm, I close her fingers into a fist to hold my kiss to her. “You
didn’t do anything. I was supposed to be giving you a new memory, not get hard
as fuck, ready to blow.”

“You did give me a new memory. It was hot,
especially knowing anyone could have walked in and caught us at any point,” she
chuckles.

Fuck!
That hadn’t even crossed my mind.

“As for you getting ‘hard as fuck,’ I’d
have been hurt if you didn’t.”

I shake my head. “You’re hurt. It isn’t
right.”

“Reece, I asked you to put your hands on
me, and you did. If I wasn’t too far gone, I would have been getting you out of
your jeans and inside me, but the minute your mouth and tongue started touching
me I was lost and couldn’t think. Don’t ever be sorry for getting ‘hard’ for
me. I love the fact that I can make you lose control. You’re my guy and I’m
crazy in love with you so stop acting like a pussy. I want my sweet bad ass
back.”

“Sweet?” I scowl.

She grins, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, sweet.”

“Just don’t repeat that when anyone else is
around. You’ll ruin my image.”

“Hmm. Think I might get it tattooed on my
ass.”

“What?”

“Property of ‘sweet bad ass.” She giggles with
a teasing expression on her face as the door opens and Thalia and Phoenix race
through it.

“Shut the door quick,” Thalia tells
Phoenix, “before that nurse comes back.”

I raise an eyebrow in question to Phoenix.
“The nurse wouldn’t let us in so Thalia dragged me into a storage closet until
she disappeared from the desk outside your room… I kinda like storage closets.”
He grins as a bright red Thalia whacks him in the stomach.

No doubt they’ve been up to no good while
they waited. It’s written all over their faces.

Thalia walks over to us and I reluctantly
let her have my seat and watch as Phoenix turns away to hide his smirk.

“Reece, you go and get a coffee or
something with Phoenix and I’ll look after Callie.” Thalia takes Callie’s hand,
and I feel as though I don’t have any choice, but it isn’t easy, leaving my
girl.

“C’mon. Let’s leave them to catch up.”
Phoenix opens the door and sticks his head out to check the corridor for the
nurse. He turns toward me and gives me an all’s clear thumbs up as he waits for
me to get with it. Except, I can’t just leave.

I lean over the opposite side of the bed
and cup Callie’s face in my hands before leaning in to kiss her. “I love you,
babe. I won’t be long.”

“I’ll be okay. I love you, too.”

Quickly walking out of the room, Phoenix
drags me down the corridor to the coffee machine and after shoving one in my
hand stands grinning like an idiot in front of me.

“I can honestly say that I never in a
million years expected to see you pussy whipped.”

“
Fucker
.”

He chuckles and asks, “So, what did we
nearly interrupt?” leaning against the wall beside the machine.

I snicker. “Probably the same as what you
were up to in the closet.”

“Considering Callie is in the hospital with
a bad throat, I very much doubt that.”

I pause mid drink, shaking my head at him
and trying not to laugh, which is easier said than done, and he knows that.

“Callie will be fine, you know that, right?
She’s a spitfire like my girl.”

We both deposit the now empty cups into the
trash as I slouch beside him against the wall, which I slide down until my butt
hits the floor and draw my legs up, letting my wrists hang freely from them.
“I’m going to ask her to move in with me.”

Phoenix slides down beside me and for once
doesn’t say anything.

“I don’t know if she’ll agree, which makes
me damn nervous, but I’m going to ask. She turns me inside out, you know…
Christ. I am pussy whipped.”

“Yeah… It feels good though, doesn’t it?”
He gives a nervous laugh. “But you know what? I’d rather be pussy whipped any
day than be without Thalia and I don’t give a shit who knows it.”

“It feels strange. Half the time I don’t
know what the fuck I’m doing with her or what she sees in me, but I’ve got her
and I’ll be damn if I’m going to let her go.”

“Fighting words…and she’ll move in with
you. She looks at you the same way Thalia looks at me…and if you breathe a word
of what I’ve just said to Thalia, I’ll tell Callie about the fishing hole.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “You wouldn’t
dare.” The fishing hole is where we first started having sex as teenagers and
lets just say it was very rare for it to be empty. I sure as hell don’t want
Callie knowing about that part of my past; it’s damn embarrassing looking back.

“Try me,” he smirks. “Okay, enough of all
this emotional crap,” he stands, “we’re guys let’s act like it.”

He’s crazy. I join him on my feet. “Are you
on something?”

His eyes widen.

“Joke. Lighten up.”

Phoenix doesn’t do drugs, none of us ever
have. We made a pact when we were at school, when someone’s brother overdosed, that
we’d never dabble. It’s a pact that, as far as I know, not one of us has
broken. Sometime I wish we’d made the same pact about alcohol after spending
the morning after, sitting on the bathroom floor hugging the toilet.

Walking back into Callie’s room, not only
is Thalia in here, but her parents.