My Melody (Downtown Book 3) (23 page)

“Damn, can you imagine when we have kids, we’ll never be able to have sex without someone barging in.” I’m still chuckling over it, when I glance at Melody. She’s on her back, frowning at me. “What?”

She sits up and leans her back against the pillow. “First marriage, and now you’re talking about us having kids?”

“You know it, Baby. Want everything with you,” I grunt, as I lift myself up to meet her eyes.

“Wayne…we’re just getting used to the idea of being a couple. Slow down. Why are you rushing things?”

“Because I almost fucking died on that bus, that’s why,” I tell her straight out. I wrap my hand around her head, holding her tight. “Never letting you get away from me again. Gonna have a life together, raise a family. Want all of that. With you.”

“I don’t want to have kids.”

“You’ll want them with me.”

“Seriously?”

She has got to know I am dead serious. I’ve never wanted anything so bad. “Never been more serious in my life.” Her eyes are petrified. How can I make her relax? I’ll bring some charm into this conversation. “Plus, I have good genes. Can’t beat my looks, Baby,” I wink, with a smirk.

Her shoulders slightly slump. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

I caress her soft, pink cheek. “Another reason….you’re stunningly gorgeous. I want to have a little girl who looks just like her mama. Can’t imagine my life without seeing you swollen in the belly, with my baby,” my hand moves to the middle of her stomach. “A baby we would have created through hours of phenomenal, mind-blowing sex.”

She quickly jerks my hand away from her body and climbs off the bed. I suddenly feel like this isn’t going to go my way. “Can we please step back for a minute?” She paces a few times, leaving me feeling worried. Hope she doesn’t slip away from me again. Don’t know what I’d do if that happened, again. Once she stops pacing, she sits back down on the edge of the bed. “I totally understand why you want to dive into this marriage and baby thing so quickly, but I am not there yet, Wayne. Give me time to process everything. I want to have everything with you too, just not right this second. I am possibly going to be signing with June any day now. That’s a huge step for me. I need to get my career going before we have this family you want so badly. Please.” Damn, if that didn’t just fucking hurt. I look down, not wanting her to see how disappointed she made me. “Don’t be mad.”

“I’m not.” My eyes move back over to hers. “Just really disappointed.”

She closes her eyes, clearly feeling guilty. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Need some rest, right now. Go on home, do some stuff, alright?” I scoot my way back to lying down.

“Wayne.”

“Tired, Sweetness. I’ll be fine. Mom is right outside.” I’m done talking about this and she knows it. I really
am
tired, but having her here I won’t get any sleep. Need to be alone.

“I’ll be back later.” She gives me a kiss, says she loves me and leaves to go home. When Harmony moved in with Danny, she left the condo available for Melody, just in case she came back.

I feel like crap the second she exits my room. Am I being selfish for wanting so much from Melody? I know her career is about to explode, she’s wanted this her entire life. I won’t stop her from going for it. She needs this like it’s her next breath, but I also need her to become my wife. I want it before any of this takes place.

I try to close my eyes, but memories from the accident keep me from falling asleep. I’ve had a hard time with the whole thing. I almost died. Cannot wrap that shit around my head. I was advised to have therapy - all of us were. Post traumatic stress disorder is nothing to fool around with. I’m going to take this shit very seriously and deal with it. June, being the lifesaver she is, already arranged for a shrink to make a house call and come by this week.

Also, my leg is starting to ache again. I won’t take anymore pain pills. Ibuprofen is enough for me. Can’t handle taking strong shit to help the pain go away. I’ve never done drugs and I won’t start now. Melody left the bottle of Ibuprofen and a bottle of water on my nightstand. I take a few and settle back down.

Melody.
Even though I finally have her, she seems so far away from me. She’s the one person who is like a drug to me. I can’t have enough of her. I’m addicted to my woman; I want to drink her down like tequila, take her sideways, upside down, any position until I’ve had my fill. Yet, that will never happen. I’ll never have enough of her. She’s my very own personal pain pill.

“Uncle Wayne,” Raquel makes her entrance. Was too caught up in my own thoughts, I didn’t even hear the door open. She walks over by the side of the bed and asks, “You look sad. Why you sad?”

“I’m good, Princess. Just tired.”

“Can I wead you a stowy?”

I chuckle, “Absolutely.”

“Be wight back!” She runs off to grab a book. If I can’t have my
pain pill
, my adorable niece is the second best medicine. She comes back holding her pink, glittery teddy bear and her book. She jumps on the bed and gets comfortable in the crook of my body. I hold her like she’s my own little girl. Her sweet, fresh bubble bath scent makes me want a kid all the more so. “Mommy weads this to me evwy night.” She opens her book,
The Giving Tree
, by Shel Silverstein and begins reading to me. I am so impressed with how well she can read now; she started reading at the age of three and hasn’t stopped since. There are a few words I help her with, but other than that, she’s got this.

I applaud her once she ends the story. “That was amazing. You’ve gotten really good at reading. So proud of you, Princess.”

“I love weading!”

“And I love that you wanted to read to me.” I hold up her hand, kissing the back of it. “Thank you.”

“Feel bettoe?”

“Much better.”

“Good! Cuz Gammy has cookies foe me!” She hops off the bed and makes a run for the door. She suddenly stops, turns around and asks, “You want some?”

“You know I do.”

Those damn cookies were da bomb, I had way too many. After Slim got out of the shower, he had a few too many as well. Mom was going to have to bake more. I wanted to get out of my bedroom, so Slim helped me get my crutches and led me to the living room couch. I had enough of being inside my room, on a bed without Melody. What does that say about myself? I am a complete pussy if I can’t spend a few hours without her.
Really hate being a pussy.

Once settled on the couch, Mom gathers her things and walks over to me to say goodbye. “There are plenty of things in the fridge and freezer for you both. Oh, and I stocked your bathroom too.” I have the best mother. The things she has done for me and Amber…she has been such a rock in my life. Don’t know what I’d do without her. “You sure you’ll be okay, Honey?” She feels my forehead like I’m eight years old all over again.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

“I know you will be. You have Melody to help you.”

“What am I? Chopped corned beef?” Slim jokes, while chewing on another cookie.

Mom laughs. “Never in a million years would I forget you, you sweet boy,” giving him a hug. “Okay, I’ll be going now. I will call you tomorrow.”

“Sure thing. Thanks Mom.”

“Yeah, thanks Mama P.”

“Anything for my boys. Come on Raquel, lets get you home.”

Raquel gives me the biggest hug, a sweet kiss on the cheek, and promises to read me another book soon. Love that girl. She’s the apple in my eye, and treasure every little thing she does for me.

Once Mom and Raquel leave, Slim says, “I just ordered pizza. You wanna beer?” He digs inside the fridge and pulls out a couple beers. “Mama P. knows how to stock it.”

“Sure.”

“Okay, what kind of shit is on Netflix?” Slim pops open his beer, sits in the recliner and finds the remote for the TV.

“Whatev. Don’t care,” I mumble.

“I heard
The Killing
is a good series.”

“Fine. Like I said, don’t care.” I chug down a few gulps of my beer and lay my head against the sofa pillow.

“What’s eatin’ you, bro? You still in pain? You need something?”

“I’m good. Calm down.”

“You just seem uptight. I know the leg being in a cast is a pain the ass, but -”

“‘Bout Melody.”

“What about her? I thought you guys were tight?”

I exhale, staring up at the ceiling. “Yeah, we are, it’s just…..she’s not so into marrying me or having kids.”

“Well, you did just spring it upon her, you know,” he reminds me. I told him, in secret, while we were flying home that I asked Melody to marry me. He warned me I was going way too fast, but I didn’t think I was. I still don’t. I’ve been chasing Melody for a year. Time should not be wasted any longer.

“Dude…you know how I am.”

“Yeah, I do, and that’s why you need to lay off. Give her time.”

“Don’t want to waste anymore of it.”

“You got no choice,” he argues. “If you love her and she loves you, that’s all you need right now. The rest will fall into place.”

Slim starts flipping through channels until he hits Netflix. I think about what he just said. Melody professed her love to me and that should be enough. It changes everything. Loving one another makes us inseparable. She has my heart and I have hers. I have to think about what I am doing to her, forcing this issue on her when she’s not ready. I’d hate to lose her over this. It’s not going to happen. I won’t let it happen. Fuck me, I’ve been an asshole, and my best friend is right. “You’re right, man.”

“Of course I am. You can’t force someone into doing something they’re not ready for. You’ll lose her if you do.”

“Can’t have that. Just when I got her back, I won’t lose her again.”

“Then don’t be a porchdick. Cool it down before the fire ignites out of control.”

Fucking right again. I
am
being a porchdick - whatever the hell that means. Still looking through Netflix, and wanting to change the subject, I ask, “You spoken to Lyric?”

Slim’s jaw tightens. He throws down the remote, obviously upset. “Nope. Her father won’t allow any calls. Who the fuck does he think he is, huh? Fucking asshole.”

“Celebrity ass-wipe.”

“You’re telling me,” he scoffs. “His head is so fucking big, he can’t get through his own front door! I mean…Fuck!”

I’m getting the sense Slim is hiding his true feelings for Lyric. “Is my best friend in love with the lovely Lyric?”

“Are you fucking crazy?” he shouts at me. “No. She’s like a sister.”

“Okay,” I shrug, still not convinced. “Whatever you say.”

“Let’s watch
The Killing
,” he mutters out. He retrieves the remote, turns on the show and doesn’t speak another word about Lyric.

I finish a couple beers, eat some pizza, and fall asleep to
The Killing
binge, marathon.

I feel a warm, sweet kiss on my forehead. It awakens me. I open my eyes to the most beautiful woman ever. Her smile is unbelievable. “Hi,” Melody whispers. She’s sitting beside me, on the edge of the couch. Her arm is draped over my body, caging me in. Love this feeling.

“Hey,” I groggily say. “What time is it?”

“Close to ten.”

I wipe a hand over my face, yawning. “Feels a lot later. Still really tired.”

“Of course you’re tired. You just got home from a long tour, and got in a terrible accident. Need help to bed?”

“Always need your help when the bed is involved,” I wink.

It’s a pain in my ass trying to get off this damn couch. As best as she can, Melody helps me up. She hands me my crutches and we walk together, back to my room. Really hate these fucking crutches. Not only that, my leg itches like I have fleas crawling inside the cast. Want to rip this thing off. I take off my t-shirt and climb into bed, keeping my casted leg on the outside of the covers.

“There. All settled,” Melody says, giving me a kiss. “I’m going to take a shower.”

I groan, “You’re killing me here, Sweetness. You know the shower is my favorite place to fuck.”

“Well..we will have all the time in the world to play in the shower, once that cast comes off.” She bats her eyelashes at me and heads for the bathroom.

Such a fucking flirt - turns me on. “Fucking torture,” I groan again. I
so
need to be inside her.

“Trust me…it will be worth the wait.”

“Better blow me when you get out. Not joking, Baby. Need a good long release, from my woman.”

She blows a kiss at me and disappears. Gonna be the death of me. Can’t wait to fuck her in that shower. However, the second I hear the shower running my eyes get heavy and I fall asleep.

The next morning, the warmth of Melody’s mouth wrapped around my tightening dick, sprung me awake. I hadn’t realized I’d fallen asleep last night before she had the chance to give me a blow job. I slept like a rock, for the first time in months. Maybe because I was in my own bed and Melody was by my side? I didn’t know and didn’t care.

I open my eyes to seeing my woman sucking me. She’s naked. Her glorious tits hang loose just for me, while her eyes seductively tease me as she strokes my length with her hand. That tongue of hers is amazing.
She’s amazing.
“Fuuuuck.” My head sinks back down into my pillow as the drive of her mouth goes faster. I place my hand on her head, guiding her down until I feel the back of her throat. So deep. So good. So,
so
good. I let her take me on the ride of my life. Nothing in this world makes me happier than Melody. She brings me to ecstasy - freeing my seed deep down inside her throat; she licks me dry, causing me to pant like a dog. “Oh, Baby. Such a fucking Goddess.” I catch my breath and wipe the sweat off my brow. That blow job was epic. “Come here. Kiss me.” Like the good lover she is, she obeys my command. Love how we kiss together. Two matching gloves. We are perfect for each other.

I wrap my arms around her, feeling so good this morning. She props her head up on my peck and says, “I love you, Rocker Boy. So much.” Can’t get enough of her saying that to me. It will never get old.

I finger through her soft, dark hair. “Love you too, Sweetness.”

“No. I
really
do love you.” Suddenly she is straddling me and has me wondering where this sudden change of energy is coming from. It’s a good energy. “With everything that I am, I love you. I’d do anything for you…and that includes marrying you. I’ll marry you, Sexy.”