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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.”

Chapter 4
    Reece
    Standing in the shadows backstage, I have a
front row view of Callie in a fucking lip lock with Donovan. What the fuck does
he think he’s doing? He knows damn well she’s mine… but she isn’t !
    This summer spent in Alabama changed my
life, in more ways than I care to admit because I’d met a blonde bombshell,
who, no matter how much I try, I can’t get out of my fucking head. She’s like a
permanent migraine; I constantly think about her, get drunk to numb the pain of
how I treated her, which ends up with me spending the morning, chucking my guts
up. My own permanent migraine.
    She’s looking real cozy with Donovan,
standing all snuggled up with him. She has her sexy cowboy boots on her feet
that showcase her gorgeous legs, which lead to heaven. Heaven right now is
covered in a short, denim skirt, showing off her curves with her tight little
tank, the fabric straining across her large chest. She makes my mouth water. I lick
my lips before I realize what I’m doing.
    I was crazy to think Donovan would stay
away from her now that I screwed up. I knew back then he had more of an
interest in her than what he’d let on. But it’s going to hurt like a fucker if
she turns to him. Who am I kidding, it’d hurt like a fucker no matter who she
turns to.
    My breathing starts to pick up as an image
of her sprawled out, naked, wet, and hungry for me, like she’d been that last
time, comes to mind. While I fight with the arousal in my jeans, I reach up and
wipe my eyes. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
    “Hey. You need me to take care of that
again?”
    Shit. Where the fuck did she come from? I
keep my back toward her while I get my pussy self back together. I’m acting like a damn girl.
    Gasping when she strokes my cock, I quickly
move her hand away, not wanting to go there again. At least not yet.
    Turning, I see the smirk on her face before
she replaces it with, well, I’m not sure because she looks as though she’s
swallowed a whole lemon.
    “You’re hung up on her. Your friend’s
girl.” Laughing, she walks off toward her friends. No doubt to tell them all
about ‘bad boy Reece’ and his girl problem.
    “Reece, get over here,” Phoenix shouts,
having come up for air with Thalia.
    I start to walk towards him while trying
not to break my neck on all the wires and equipment lying around the floor.
Most of it’s our gear that we dumped when we arrived earlier. The club manager
didn’t want us to set up straightaway because he wasn’t sure what his boss had
agreed for Rebel Walking to perform on.
    Kenza, the club, has only been open around
twelve months, and has been converted from a condemned warehouse so the space
is huge and perfect for gigs. There are three, semi-circular stages at the back
of the club, which stay concealed behind removable walls. The club is extremely
modern with lots of black glass, not to mention chrome.
    Apparently the club’s owner now resides on
the second floor having had the builders in there the past couple of times
we’ve played here.
    Ruben, the owner, is a great guy and not
only