My Melody (Downtown Book 3) (9 page)

“Coconut oil.”

“Fucking love it, Baby.”

I yawn one more time and make sure Melody doesn’t leave my bed. I hold her tightly and never wanting to let her go, then fall right to sleep. Happy and content.

I stir awake from an emptiness. Melody isn’t in bed with me. Almost thinking she left when I was sleeping, I faintly hear the sound of an acoustic guitar strumming from the guest bedroom. I look at my phone and it says it’s three in the morning. I pull on a pair of gym shorts and go see what’s going on. The door is slightly ajar as I peek inside. Melody is sitting on the floor, legs crossed, holding my guitar dressed only in my black long sleeved shirt. Her back is facing me so I can’t see what she looks like as she’s playing. I had no idea she could play. There is so much about her I don’t know; we are more alike than I thought. As I watch her, I hear her whispering to herself, saying how horrible her playing is. She keeps swearing, stops playing, then tries again. She may not be a pro at playing, but she definitely has something there. Maybe she’ll allow me to help her?

I slowly walk in when Melody gets frustrated again and puts the guitar down. “Hey,” I say.

She jumps from my interruption. “Fuck!” She stands up with her hand over her chest. “You scared me. I didn’t mean to wake you. Couldn’t sleep.”

I walk over to her and bring her into my arms. She wraps her arms around my waist. “It’s okay. Got nothin’ to do tomorrow, for once. You never told me you could play.”

She pulls away, then steps back as if she’s scared to be too close to me. “Used to. Can’t anymore,” she shrugs.

“Sounded like you could to me.”

She looks down at her right hand. “I’m not as good with my left hand as I was with my right.” She explains to me a bit about her past that I have been dying to know; from going off to LA to start a long career of getting into the music business, to injuring her hand at work. Damn, this woman has had a difficult adult life.

“Shit, that sucks, but I can show you and teach you how to do it with your left. Before you know it, you’ll be a pro in no time, again.”

“I cannot go down that road. What’s left behind should stay there.”

Why does she talk like this
?
“I wouldn’t say that. If this is what you love, why leave it? Start over. I can help.”

“You serious?” She whispers.

“Yeah, of course. You sing too?” She nods her head yes. I’m dying to know what her voice sounds like, but I need to get back to bed. I’ve lost so much sleep, I keep forgetting what day it is. “Let’s get back to bed.” I take her hand. “We can start on this later in the day. I’m still sleepy.”

She stalls by asking, “Why do you want to help me?”

“Why not? If it’s something you love, why waste your life not doing it? Plus I have a thing for you,” I wink and give the end of her nose a swipe with my finger. She smiles at me and lets me drag her back to bed where we belong. After getting comfortable underneath the covers I kiss her deeply. It jump starts my dick again, but my mind is telling me I need sleep. “You’re so gorgeous and look amazing in my arms.” I kiss her one more time. She doesn’t say anything, yet I know something is going through that head of hers. “Night, Sweetness.”

The light from outside is shining through my window. I don’t exactly have any blinds yet, but luckily the window faces our secluded backyard and no one can see in, so I’m not worried about anyone looking in. I wake up to find Melody flat on her back, breathing heavily. She is miraculously stunning; her lips are slightly apart, her hair is fanned out on the pillow and her dark long lashes brush upon her upper cheekbones. I could look at her all day. She is sexy as hell in my long sleeved black shirt. It’s not all the way buttoned, so I lightly open the revealed part of her chest a little wider and free her gorgeous tits. My mouth is salivating to suck on a nipple. I cup one large breast and hover over Melody as I engulf that pink nub. She stirs awake. Her hand moves into my hair, and begins to moan. My other hand travels between her legs. She’s hot and aroused already, so I stick a finger inside, and slowly slip in then out, over and over. I feel the juices of her fine pussy coating my entire finger. She is always ready and willing. My kind of woman. “Feels so good,” she murmurs. I give her other breast the same attention and suck the nipple long and hard. I lead another finger inside her wetness and pump it faster. Her pelvis begins to shift along the movement of my fingers. She grasps harder onto my hair, implying that I need to relieve the pressure. Her breathing escalates, which arouses me even more. My cock is as stiff as can be. I can’t hold out any longer, but I want to make her feel good first, so I move the covers off her body, spread her legs and go in for the kill. Hot damn, she’s on fire for me. Her juices are flowing like lava and streams right into my mouth. I suck her and relish this unbelievable woman that is allowing me to pleasure her. I keep my tongue on her clit, tickling the most sensitive part, while my hands find her flat belly, massaging it with my thumbs. Her head whips back and forth, as her legs begin to bend up, pinning my head between her thighs. She screams out my name as I take her overboard. I climb over her and let her taste what I taste - which is an epic, sweet drive. We both moan long and heavily, but this is it. I can’t wait any longer. I jump off the bed, shove my shorts off then gaze at the exotic woman in my bed. She looks fucking beautiful with her eyes barely open, lips swollen from my bites, massive tits that are a sight to behold and a body - holy shit - a body that is perfection in my eyes. No doubt the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Her being in my shirt, wide open makes her even more sexy. I love that she put it on last night.

My cock jumps. It’s screaming at me to fuck her. No more gazing. I need to soothe myself, deep inside Melody. I climb back over on top, lay my hands on either side of her. She takes over for me and leads my dick inside. I grunt the second I enter her and slowly start to move. She wraps her legs around my torso and follows my movements. We go so slow it’s overwhelming, I’m not sure how long I will last without exploding. It’s unreal, unlike anything I have ever experienced. I don’t know what has come over me, but I feel like a whole other man when I am with her. She has completely destroyed me for anyone. I’ll never look at anyone else the same. I pick up my pace then bend down and kiss the hell out of her. We are a team, she and I. Her nails scratch my back as I continue to move faster. I am almost over the edge when she digs those nails deeper into my spine and bites my throat from another orgasm. It sends my vision to darkness then immediately into a very bright light from the most powerful orgasm of my life.

I slip out, then roll on my side and bring her front to me. I kiss her. “Mmm mornin’, Baby,” I groan happily.

“Morning.”

I wrap my arms around her and take in her warmth. “Love waking up with you like this. Wanna do it every day.” I kiss the top of her head. “You really have no idea what you do to me, how you make me feel.”

“How
do
I make you feel, Rocker Boy?” I love when she calls me that. From her post-orgasm, she sounds extra sexy saying it.

I pull her slightly away so I can look into her eyes when I say this. “Like an actual lover,” grazing my thumb across her cheek. “You take your time on my body, my cock; you make me want more every time we’re together. Can’t help but crave you when we’re apart. I crave you even now.” I pause, giving her time to digest my thoughts. “You’ve become my thunder and lighting, my storm. I’m under water when it comes to you, like I can’t breathe when I’m not inside you. You literally take my breath away, Sweetness.” If that doesn’t state how I truly feel then I am a complete dufus. I don’t know any other way of telling her without actually saying the “L” word.

Her eyes widen. I know I have definitely surprised her. “You fucking scare me, Wayne,” she whispers. “You’re over the top, too good to be true.”

There are no regrets. She needed to hear it. “Sorry, Babe. Can’t help it. I come from an over the top family.” I then kiss her. Quickly changing the subject I ask, “You hungry?” She nods yes. “Good. Slim is cookin’ up something. Come. Let’s shower.” I take her by the hand and drag her into the hot steam where we wash one another until we are red all over. Can’t start the day without washing my woman and giving her another orgasm.

I AM OVERWHELMED WHEN IT
comes to Wayne. I have never met anyone who has such a smooth way with words yet who doesn’t seem like they’re just trying to woo me. I can see, and feel every word that comes out of his mouth. He’s not fake. He’s fucking real. It terrifies me, because I can’t give him the same in return, but at the same time I don’t want to let him go.

After Wayne and I showered, Slim had cooked up some french toast, omelets and bacon. I was starving from all the hot sex - damn, the best sex of my life - but now my stomach was definitely full. I was sitting at the counter of the bar with Wayne, while Slim was finishing up. I wanted to help clean, but Slim said I was a guest, and guests don’t help clean. I felt so welcomed in their home, I didn’t want to leave, but I needed to go pick up my bike and change my clothes.

“Just talked to Lucky. He’s down about having a barbeque tonight. I’m gonna go buy one of those fire pit things for the backyard,” Slim mentions.

“Sounds good bro. I’ll pick up some steaks and stuff.” Wayne turns to me and rubs my back. “You in for a barbeque with everyone?”

There is such hope in his eyes. He’s adorable. “I’d love to, yes.” I step off the bar stool and wrap my arms around his neck. “I need to get home though and change. Check up on my bike too.”

“Your bike? Like a ten speed or something?”

I laugh. “No. My motorcycle. It’s been in the shop. Engine problems.”

“So fucking hot, Baby,” he growls. “My woman rides a motorcycle. You hear that Slim? Melody is badass!”

I laugh again. “You are too much, Sexy,” kissing him. “I should get going. Thanks for breakfast, Slim. It was great.”

“No problem, anytime. See ya tonight.”

Wayne takes my hand as I leave to head out of the house. He is such a toucher. I love having his hands all over me. His touch drives me crazy.

So far I haven’t had any problems with the paparazzi hounding my relationship with Wayne. They haven’t seen us in public and that is a good thing. I don’t want us being on the front page of any celebrity sightings magazine. We’ve been lucky so far.

Before I get inside my car, Wayne stops me. “Hey,” he grabs me from behind the back and closes in our chests together. “Come over earlier, so that way we could work an hour or so on the guitar.”

Just the thought of that makes my stomach sick. I shouldn’t have gotten up in the middle of the night, snooping inside their music room. I walked into a trap. I knew I wouldn’t be able to turn away without touching the strings, but it felt so fucking good. It’s been forever since I held a guitar in my arms, it was like coming home. Unfortunately I played like shit. The small coordination of my two fingers wouldn’t cooperate. I was extremely rusty and had no business playing something I knew I was going to fail at.

I shake my head and sigh. “I don’t know, Wayne. I’m really scared about this.”

“What’s there to be scared of? This is a way to get your life back.” He tips my chin up. “Baby steps, Sweetness.”

“You don’t have to do this.”

“I know I don’t. I want to,” he kisses me. “Now get home before I drag your ass back in my room and rip your sexy clothes off again.” He winks, then smacks my ass.

“Bye, Rocker Boy,” I grin.

“Oh, one more thing. Having you stay in my bed all night long was the best night ever. Stay with me again tonight. Every night.”

Oh. My. God.
He is too much. “Way -”

He presses a finger to my lips. “Just think about it. See you later,” he kisses me one last time and unlatches our bodies. I listen to him and don’t say a word back.

What am I going to do? I want to be in his life so damn badly, but I also want to run like hell.

I am humming a song I wrote years ago, as I walk through the front door. Leaving Wayne’s house brought me some hope I haven’t felt in a really long time. Is there a chance I can play again? It scares me out of my mind, but I am going to try my damndest to succeed.