Between Love & Fire (Backstage #1) by Dani René

in my chest. He came back. After all he did. I can’t hide. That’s what he told me. Fear grips me and I almost fall. I take a deep breath and swirl down, in a slow effortless movement. The song slows to a stop, and the applause deafens me. He’s watching. Waiting. I offer the crowd a small smile. Walking off the stage, I make my way to my dressing room. The girls up next pass me on the way and then I am alone. With my thoughts. Alone. He will follow me. I wait for it.
     

As soon as I walked into the house last night, or should I say early this morning, I realized I would get the third degree today. Liam knew I had taken Tayla out, but what he didn’t know was that she wanted me. That much was obvious. Even though we didn’t fuck, her body told me all I needed to know. Nothing will stop me from ripping her panties off. Or sliding them down her legs. As I roll over in bed, I glanced at the clock. Fuck, it was only eight on a Friday morning. There was so much shit to do. I wasn’t in the frame of mind.
    Last night differed from past dates. Just sitting on her sofa, chatting, drinking wine, and learning more about each other as the night turned to morning. Since I didn’t get home until five am. There would be no stopping both Liam and Kierra asking me shit loads of questions I don’t want to answer.
    Ki is worried about me getting involved with someone who works with us. Liam would ask how tight she is. My brother can be crude. He loves women, lots of them. Sometimes at the same time. But for me only one woman outshines the rest.
    The memory of Tayla’s lips on mine is seared into my mind. Her body so pliable against mine, under my touch. In my control. That beautiful blonde hair fanned over her pillows when I left her, haunt me. It took all my self-control to walk out. We had taken things slow. She told me she’s not ready to get into a serious relationship.
    Although I highly doubt it will be long before she is waking up next to me. Naked. I can’t wait to see what her sweet little body looks like without the barrier of material. That ass is perfect, fitting into my hand. Glancing down at the tent in my sheets, I grip my hard shaft. I stroke it with thoughts of her running through my mind. Her soft lips would feel so good wrapped around me. I want to fuck her sassy little mouth. With those beautiful eyes staring up at me.
    My fist moves faster over my hard cock, imagining her sucking me deep into her throat. Fucking all that sass and cheekiness away. Then taking her body and bending her over my piano. Watching that pert little ass as I ram into her. Deeper. Harder. Until she’s crying out my fucking name. Callum fucking Hayes. My body tenses and my release shoots over my stomach. As soon as I open my eyes, I take a deep breath. The realization hits me then; I want this girl and nothing will stop me from having her.
    Grabbing my shirt from the empty side of my bed, I clean myself up and hop out of bed. A shower, then I need to work. This fucking melody in my head is in need of an outlet. The warm spray is calming. Thoughts of Tay invade my mind again, I have to figure out a way of getting her to trust me. After talking to her last night, I realized she’s different to the groupies we typically have hanging around. She’s intelligent, mysterious, sexy, and I need her. I knew one night with me would get her over her apprehension about being with me because we work together. She will be mine. All fucking mine. Once I am out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my waist.
    “Callum!!” Liam’s voice is shrill from my bedroom. As I enter, I find him standing there looking like someone stole his coffee. What the hell is wrong now?
    “What the fuck is your problem?”
    “The label called. We have to have three songs ready by Friday next week. We have eight days.”
    “Fine. Done. What else?” His incredulous stare was piercing through me. Questions danced in his eyes and I waited for it. My brother didn’t