Alluring Infatuation (18 page)

“Do you play with yourself as you think of me, Melonie?”

I jerk back.
What? What does he mean?

I’m so taken aback, I stutter. “Wh-What?”

He smiles slyly. “After I left St. John. Did you pleasure yourself as you thought of me?”

Is he serious? He wants to know if I got myself off by thinking about him once he left me on the island?

Well, you did, Melonie. So, so often. You still do.

He’s in your head. In your blood. One thought of him and it’s insta-wet.

Shit… should I be honest?

Fuck it. He asked. He’s going to know.

“Yes.” Reaching down, I start to finger myself. I’m so wet, there’s a sucking sound as I sink them inside of me.

He swallows. “Did you cum from thinking of me? Did you imagine your hands were me?”

I stare at him as I play over myself and the sounds echo throughout the Hummer. Knowing he can hear me and he’s glancing at my fingers sinking inside of my body turns me on even more. I bite my lip and nod. “Yes, ohhhh, yes.”

His face is strained and his hands are once again gripping the wheel like a lifeline. Glancing down, I see he’s sporting another massive erection. It makes me bold.

“I did. I do. I use my fingers or a vibrator or the shower head and make myself scream for you, Dade.”

He growls. It sounds like an animal. His eyes snap to me. “Do it. Make yourself cum. Show me how you cum from thinking of me. I want to see.”

Am I going to do this? Can I do this?

Yes, I can. I want to.

Spreading my legs and propping one on the dashboard, I scoot forward and start fingering myself. I alternate between shallow strokes with one finger to stuffing myself with three fingers, imagining it’s Dade filling me. My moans are ricocheting off of the windows and my juices are running. I forget where I am. I forget he’s watching and listening and give myself to the sensations. My muscles are straining for release and pulling my fingers in. The suction sounds are intense. Pumping furiously, I feel the burn and when I’m on the precipice, I open my eyes. They lock on Dade. We’re parked and he’s watching my hands… my fingers disappear in and out of me. His nostrils are flaring and I scream and shake with my orgasm.

Before I can move from the passion still racing through my veins, he moves and has me laid back on the seat with his mouth sucking down all of my cream. I’m still convulsing and his mouth and tongue lapping at me, send me over the edge again as my eyes roll back in my head.

He laps at me until I come to again. Leaning onto my elbows, I raise my head. He’s kneeling between my thighs and stroking his hard cock. Smiling I crook my finger at him. He grins and surges into me. Anchoring my feet onto the seat, I thrust my hips up as he holds onto my waist and fucks me furiously.

This is not making love, it’s animal fucking and it’s glorious. I don’t know where we are and I don’t care. I just want him to fuck me. To keep fucking me. He grabs my feet and slides them over his shoulders and he supports my back as he slams into me over and over. We’re both breathing hard as our bodies slap together. The seat is drenched underneath me and he has sweat rolling off of his perfect face. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are fixated on his cock ramming into me. He’s fucking me so hard, I can feel it in my cervix. It hurts so good.

His already frenzied movements get frantic and he grits out, “Play with your clit. Cum with me. I’m about to blow, Melonie.”

My hands reach down of their own accord and rub my clit as he fucks me and grips my waist so hard I’ll probably have bruises.

I start to shake as it builds and scream out, “I’m cumming, Dade.
FUCK, I’m cumming!
”

Warm, wetness rushes out of me and he pulls out and roars, “Ohhh, shit. Mother fucker. Ahhhhhhhhhh!” as he cums all over my stomach.

He slumps onto me and I breathe into his neck as he squishes me into the wet seat and his cum smears between our bodies.

My arms flop off of the seat and my head lolls to the side. I look out of the windshield and see trees.

Straining to open my eyes, I ask, “Where are we?”

He cracks his eyes open and grimaces as he pulls off of me and sits up. His cum is like glue between us. “Albany.”

Giggling, I sit up and slide on the seat. “Um, where?”

He laughs. “I don’t know. Somewhere no people are.”

I look around, we’re off to the side of a road under some trees. I’m sticky and slippery, which makes me laugh even harder. “Um, do you have something I can clean up with? I’m on a slip and slide over here. Thank God, for leather.”

Reaching behind him, he tosses his shirt at me. “Use that.”

I smirk as I wipe my stomach and sides and then lean up to clean the seat. “We made a mess.”

He throws his head back and laughs. “You always make a mess.” He looks around and shakes his head, “You make me lose control. I just fucked you in my Hummer!” He sounds incredulous.

Nodding, I finish wiping the seat and wipe between my legs. I’m a little sore. “You did.”

He looks embarrassed. Swallowing, he looks out of the window and then back to me. “I don’t do that. I mean, I don’t fuck in my vehicle, Melonie. Not since I was a teenager anyway.”

That makes my heart swell. I make him lose control. That’s got to be good, right?

Stop it, Melonie. Do not overthink this. Don’t make it more than it is. And what it is, is the best fucking sex of your life.

Sighing, I look away from his dark eyes and try to gather my composure. Turning back to him, I smile. “Good to know.”

He frowns and looks like he wants to say something, but then shakes his head and says, “We should get dressed. Someone might come along and I don’t want to be caught like this. Can you imagine the headlines?!”

Wow, ok then.

I nod and stay quiet as we get dressed and head back to Baton Rouge.

When we reach the city limits, he asks if I’d like to get home. I nod. “I think so. I have some patients to check in on tonight.”

He opens his mouth and then closes it and nods. “Ok.”

As we pull up to my apartment, I open the door before he can put the Hummer in park. I have the urge to scream and cry and I’m not certain why. I just need to get away from him for right now. My head needs to get straight and I need to get away from Dade Rodrigue to get it there.

He gets out and walks me to the door. He’s decidedly more disheveled than when he picked me up. I don’t even want to know what I look like. Unlocking the door, I turn to him. He’s standing with his hands in his pockets watching me.

Smiling, I lean up and kiss his mouth. “Thanks for today. I had a good time.”

He leans back and looks at me. He smirks. “Me, too.” He tucks a loose curl behind me ear and grins. “I’ll call you.”

I nod and open the door. Waving as it closes, I watch him walk back to his Hummer through the peep hole and as he reaches his door, he looks back at my door with a strange expression. Then, shaking his head he opens his door, backs out, and drives off.

I slide down the door with tears I can’t explain rolling down my face and sit on the floor. Peanut comes up to me meowing. Scooping her up, I bury my face into her soft fur and sob.

Dade

I
t’s been a wild few weeks. We’re recording our new album and I’m alone in my house for the first time in years, since Liam and Clove moved out three weeks ago. I’ve spent some time with Melonie, but it’s mostly at night after we’ve both put in a long day, so I meet her at her apartment or she comes here.

We’ve made another Saturday trip to George’s and she has an event tonight for the hospital she mentioned that I wasn’t able to make because we were in the studio all day. I’m just walking in the door and its 9:00PM. I text her so the ringing of her phone doesn’t disturb her.

“Dade:

Just walking in the door. I hope your event is going well. If you’re not too tired and want to come by on the way home, let me know.”

I don’t expect an answer since she’s at the hospital, but I check the display anyway. Nothing comes back for half an hour, so I decide to jump in the shower and try to find something to eat.

She’s on my mind as the water pulses over me and my dick instantly hardens. This thing is not going to go away, so I use the soap to lube my hand up and pump one out as I picture her here with me in the shower.

I gasp and take in a mouthful of water as I unload onto the wall.

Slapping the tile as my knees steady, I laugh at my ridiculousness. I just jerked myself off in the shower while thinking about a woman I fuck regularly.

Is she going to come by? Things have seemed weird lately, but we’re both insanely busy. Whatever, Dade. It’s a mutually beneficial arrangement between two adults who like each other.

She doesn’t seem to want anything more from this situation than what we have and while we get along and have a good time together, it’s not like we’re dating.

She’s not asking and I’m not thinking about it either.

Yeah, ok, Dade. So why are you having a conversation with yourself about if she’s coming over or not!?

Shit, I miss her and I feel like things are strained and not as easy as they were on the island.

Maybe she doesn’t like Dade ‘the rock star.’ Though when I’m with her, I try to keep her away from all of that and we stay in or go to George’s.

I miss her.

Ugh, stop being a pussy. Things are fine. She was over here last night before she went home to get some sleep.

Why don’t we ever stay over at each other’s houses?!

My phone goes off as I’m throwing on a t-shirt and some sweats and I can’t ignore the tingle in my stomach at the thought that it might be her.

Swiping my phone, my shoulders slump as I see the name.

“Cruz:

You alone? Want to grab a pizza?”

I look around at my empty house and sigh as I text him back.

“Dade:

Yeah, sounds good. Want to meet at Rotolo’s?”

He texts back that it sounds great and he’ll meet me there in twenty minutes. I head to my room to change and throw on a cap and some shoes. I don’t feel like being recognized tonight.

Twenty-five minutes later, I’m parking my truck in the back corner of the lot. It’s a busy Thursday night.

As I’m adjusting my cap and putting up my hair, I see Cruz’s red sports car whip into the lot. I always laugh at him for having such a flashy car when he’s a very quiet and reserved guy.

He parks next to me and gets out, adjusting the bill of his own baseball cap. We’re both tall and with our tattoos and build, neither of us will blend in easily, but I’m hoping the hats and the family friendly setting will deflect some of the attention from us.

We’re quiet as we walk into the restaurant. As we wait for a table, we look around.

Cruz stares at his shoes and only looks up when the hostess is ready to seat us.

We sit and the waitress is over immediately, flashing teeth and cleavage, and taking our orders. We always order the same thing, so within minutes, she’s sashaying away, glancing over her shoulder. Cruz mumbles under his breath.

“What, man?”

He glances at me and shrugs. “I said, could she make it any more obvious?!”

I chuckle and look at her. She’s entering something into the computer and looks up at us every couple of minutes while she talks to her friend. Both grin at me as they see me looking. I grin back.

“Yeah, they’re interested.”

He rolls his eyes. “I’m not.”

I look at him closely. He’s been even quieter than normal lately and he seems really agitated tonight.

“Hey, man. What’s going on? What’s wrong?”

He looks at me and I can see something in his light eyes that’s rarely there. He’s pissed. “Nothing. Just a lot going on.”

Drumming my fingers on the table, I watch him. “Like what?”

He cusses under his breath and my brows raise. Cruz is not one for cussing and he rarely gets unnerved.

He looks at me. “You know my sperm donor is being released, right? I told you that.”

I nod and wait for him to continue.

He grinds his teeth together. “Yeah, well… he wrote me a letter that he’d like to meet me.”

My mouth pops open, but I gather my thoughts quickly. “Are you really surprised? I mean you’re famous, Cruz. He’s getting out after a pretty long time. Do you think that’s why he wants to meet you?”

He’s holding his butter knife so tightly, his hands are white. “Fuck, I just don’t know. Maybe. Maybe he wants money. I don’t know. He said he just wants to meet me. He wrote my momma too.”

There it is. The reason for his rage. The asshole that beat and raped his mother and has been in jail for twenty-five years is getting out and he wrote to his victim about meeting the son he impregnated her with?! Holy shit.

“She told me she read the letter and I need to consider meeting with him. Even if it’s only one time. Can you believe that shit? He raped and beat her and she got pregnant with me and now he writes her a fucking letter when I ignored him and he has her asking me to meet with him. Who the fuck does that, Dade?!”