My Melody (Downtown Book 3) (3 page)

*The night of the concert in Orlando, Florida.

IT WAS RIGHT AFTER
JINKS
had their opening for
The Convicts
concert. My sister, Harmony was in tears. Danny wrote a number for her,
Because of You
, and dedicated their last song of the night to her. Once the song ended, the lights went out and
JINKS
had left the stage. Leaving me behind, Harmony went running backstage to find Danny. They had a fallout in their relationship because Wayne came up with the most outrageous plan to make Danny jealous. He influenced Harmony to lie about having a relationship with him, just so Danny would fight for her, open up to her as a friend and cure his so called anger issues.
Stupid ass plan
. It blew up in my sisters face. Danny despised her for a long time; left on tour, then two months later finally managed to get his shit together. He was ready to forgive Harmony. I was asked to help with an ambush to get her to Florida. It took some persuasion to get her out there, but she finally gave in and came with me.

I was in awe watching Wayne up on that stage, playing his midnight blue, bass guitar. I’ve never seen
JINKS
play live before. I don’t usually come for the opening acts; this was a first for me.
The hell is wrong with me
? I’d cut off my right boob just to see them up close and personal. Wayne lit up the right side of that stage. He was the smooth one out of the bunch, giving the ladies his sexy grin and smokin’ hot, fuck me, come smother me, eye talk. He oozed sex. The young girls around me had it bad for him. They thought he was looking in their direction, but every so often I saw him wink - at me.
Yeah, that’s right young, little girls, Wayne wants ME.
Me being nine years older than him really should bother me. It doesn’t. I know I have what it takes to make the girls jealous around me. I have a nice big rack, great ass, curvy body. I haven’t had any kids to screw up my figure and my lady parts are still rockin’ it. By the way…I’ll never have kids. Like EVER. It was never in my cards to raise kids. Raising my sister was quite enough for me. So, back to being an older woman for Wayne. He’ll never look at young chicks again. I am going to explode his world and make him crawl for me; wrap him around my little pinky.

After Harmony went running after her man, I slowly followed a few minutes later. I wanted Wayne to get blue balls, waiting for me. Over the last couple months, we’ve had some amazing phone sex. I would hold my dick vibrator, ease it inside my body, while I talked dirty to get Rocker Boy off. His sexy feedback to make me come almost made my heart stop. His language, tone and grunting set me off. I don’t know what it is about this hot man, but he’s so perfect for me. I’m perfect for him.
Ugh
! I cannot let myself get too close though. I’ve been screwed so many times in my life, nothing ever good has happened to me before. I lost everything when my parents died, plus damaging my hand from that damn knife at work ruined me forever. Wayne is a good time. Simple as that. Instead of going backstage like I had planned, I texted Wayne to meet me at the hotel. I got myself another room since my sister was shacking up with Danny. We’ve only had oral sex, so I didn’t want our first time to be in a closet or in some bus. No, this time we were going to be in a room with a large king-sized bed, me sprawled out naked, legs wide and an invitation for the best night of Rocker Boy’s life.

I’m wearing nothing but my black lacy bra, panties and heels. The girls look amazing if I do say so myself. I look in the mirror, push them up when there is a knock at the door.
He’s here
! I barely open the door when suddenly I am being lifted off my feet. I squeal from being caught off guard. He carries me underneath my ass, then lightly slams me up against the closet door and literally takes my breath away. Naturally my arms go around his neck, then into his hair while he kisses the hell out of me. He smells so fucking good. All man, sweat and cologne. He growls deep in my mouth, like some dangerous animal, ready to tear me to shreds. I can’t wait to to feel him inside me. After attacking my vocal chords, Wayne settles me back down. We are both out of breath, touching foreheads and staring into each other's eyes. The silence between us is so loud. It’s like he’s trying to tell me something with those blue windows of his. I’m getting sucked in again. I need to break his trance.

I clear my throat. “Ground rules first, Sexy,” my voice cracks. My mouth is dry from getting all the saliva sucked away. I pat his muscular shoulder and sway myself over to the bed. I need a little breathing room. He makes me so…horny.

“Shit, you’re killin’ me here, Babe.” He sits beside me, then starts to slide his finger along the outside of my bra. “You look so hot,” he mumbles.

“In due time, Wayne.” I push his finger away. He likes to distract me.
I need to be in control here
!
“Once you have me on that bed, it’s your show. You can do whatever you please. I’ll be all yours.”

“That’s what I love to hear. You’ll not regret anything, I promise you that.”

“I know I won’t.” I cup his cheekbone. Fireworks fly through my system just from that simple gesture. What is going on with me? Wayne’s eyes slightly shut from my touch. I quickly take it away. “So, when you’re with me you’re
only
with me, no one else. I won’t have you fucking any groupies. I know it’s tempting to shack with a little hot young, blondie with small tits, but that is a no go with me. I want you clean and bareback, understand?”

He takes my hand. “Baby, I don’t want anyone else.”

“Say you promise me, Wayne,” I sternly retort.

“Of course. I promise. You have nothing to worry about.”

“I’m not worried. I just want you to know I don’t take shit from anyone. When I ask something of someone I expect that person to follow through.” I am abruptly shoved up against his chest. His hand goes behind my head, our lips are mere inches apart. He keeps surprising me with how passionate and animalistic he is. He is keeping me on my toes. I love it. I love how he makes me feel. Yet it scares the shit out of me.

“You are really turning me on with your dominant side. So hot,” he gruffly admits. “I want you. Now.”

I lick my lips then gulp. I am so going to fall for him. “I want you too. So bad.”

His sexy lips turn into a panty dropping smirk. “Then let's not waste anymore time talking. It is now time for…The Wayne Priest Show.”

Sweet Jesus, I think my ovaries just exploded.

Without warning, he lifts me up like I am a feather, then rolls me onto the bed, stomach down. He has me shift my ass up into the air, then slowly slides my panties down to my knees. I help him shift them off my legs until I am bare assed. He places both hands on my ass, then opens my cheeks and dives his mouth inside both holes.
I am in Heaven
!
I am biting my lip so hard from the sensation building inside the pit of my pelvis I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before.
Oh God, please let this pleasure last longer
!
If he doesn’t stop now, I’ll be exploding around his mouth. I am almost there. I’m screaming like a crazed cat in need of her daily treat. Just as I am about to go overboard, Rocker Boy stops. I suck in a breath. He knew I was on the brink of coming. He’s teasing me.
Shit
! I roll over onto my back. I kick my heels off, then my bra and watch him undress himself. The way he tugs off his rugged t-shirt without taking his eyes off me would send any woman to oblivion. I start to play with myself as he shimmies down to his -
um, commando style.
I smile, bite my bottom lip and stare at his big cock. It’s protruding. I rub myself a little faster as he takes his length into his hand and starts to stroke himself. He is the sexiest piece of muscle I have ever laid my eyes on. He’s seriously so gorgeous I cannot imagine myself with anyone else. From the tip of his head down to his toes, he’s a glorious sight; the veins in his arms, chest and his thighs are outstanding. Rocker Boy hauls ass to look the way he does. There is no doubt. The V he has established is to die for, following the cursive tattoo-lettering
JINKS
. It’s on the ridge of that V, which gives me more reason to want him. I love tattoos. He’s not covered in them, yet that’s okay. His body is beautiful. I love seeing a body like his untouched without ink too. I could live without it. I have a couple tattoos. The one on the back of my left shoulder is a picture of a guitar and microphone, then the saying:
Feel The Music.
The other one is on my right ankle. It’s just a small butterfly, nothing amazing.

“You are so beautiful,” Rocker Boy purrs at me - all the while still stroking himself.

“So are you, Sexy,” I purr back - still rubbing myself.
Really
!
He’s so fucking beautiful
!
I just want him to do me already. I am getting so impatient. I think that’s his game though. He likes me sweating for him.

Soon after, he climbs on the bed. The mattress slightly dips, making it known how big and incredible his body is. As our hands continue to stroke and rub, he crawls over me. He heavily ravages my mouth. My arms instantly wrap around his neck, tugging him further onto my body. I need to feel how heavy he is. Once he does I am on a high. I make an
“oof”
sound inside his mouth when he smothers himself on top. I grip him tighter, gliding my hands down his tight back muscles, down to his plump, hard rock of an ass. This man is more than just a man. He’s a machine - and he’s all mine. For now, he is anyway, in this moment. My legs curl around his lower torso as we endure the passionate, slow, heavy kiss. His hands take their place on either side of my head, murdering my tongue.
Goddamn.
He. Knows. How. To. Kiss. As we both moan, groan, and make all kinds of noises, I feel his enormous cock twitch on my stomach. I slap his ass to get him going. I really need to feel him inside of me. NOW.

“You ready for me, Sweetness?” He huskily murmurs against my mouth.

Am I ready for him? Am I ready?! Hell yes!
Bring it, Rocker Boy
! “Yes. So ready,” I whisper.

“I’m clean. I have never gone bareback before. Trust me?”

“I’m clean too. I’ve been on the pill since I was fourteen. And yes…I trust you.” I have never trusted anyone like this before. I really don’t know what has gotten into me. Wayne is seriously doing things to me that are confusing the hell out of me. I have to stay in control.

However, all attempts at control leaves my head as he lowers his right hand toward his cock and slowly enters the head inside my pussy. The lips open up for him; I invite his impressive muscle by shifting my lower body.
He’s so fucking enormous
! I help him push further inside me. He grunts long and deep within his throat; his eyes wide open, peering down into mine. There goes that silent window talking again. It’s unsettling and overwhelms me. I ignore the connection, close my eyes and continue to feel his big, powerful dick. Slowly we rock back and forth, like music. It’s an unbelievable, mind-blowing feeling. I am taken to another world, soaring above a mountain of clouds. How can this man do this to me? Why do I feel so amazing with him? He starts to pump a little faster, harder. I grunt from every pound - so does he. He sucks on my nipples, then bites each peak, and begins picking up his pace. I follow his rhythm. In a jolt he shifts himself on his knees. I am now straddling him, legs wrapped around his torso. He grips my buttocks and commands me to go faster. I grind myself against him, feeling my wet lips graze up on his lower abs and my clit press hard against his muscles. I am soaked. My arms stay connected around his back, which is now welcoming with sweat. I bounce while we kiss. It’s heavy and so very passionate. He’s a superhero, like
Batman
. I love Batman. He’s my favorite. I’m feeling that tingle again. I know what it means. I bite on his tongue and grind him faster as I shatter around him. Stars are taking over my vision. There are so many of them. Just after I come, Wayne enters his pinky finger into my asshole, assaulting the tight crack as he continues the rhythm of his cock.
Seriously
?
He’s going to send me into space again
!
Good Lord, I love his technique
! He bites the side of my neck, then growls out my name as he explodes all his goodness deep inside my body.

He has shattered me. Completely.

Not long after, we go for round two. This time in the shower; me, being slammed up against the shower wall and him taking me to that other world I was envisioning earlier. I was thoroughly fucked, spent and to the max exhausted. We both collapsed in the big bed, spooning each other - something I never thought I’d ever do with him or with anyone, but was too tired to fight his strong arm, encircling around my waist - we fell right to sleep.

No. No. NO! It can’t be true. It’s just can’t! My parents. Oh, God NO! Please, please let it not be true. They can’t be gone. They just can’t be! What will I do without them? Who will I call for advice now? My mother was the only person who understood me. My dad. He was my hero…oh no, my sister. Harmony. My baby sister, is she okay? What’s going to happen to her? Who’s going to take care of her? We have no other family; dead grandparents, no aunts or uncles to take her in. Harmony is all alone. Mom, Dad…why did you have to die! Why did you leave me with all your fucking responsibilities! I’m only twenty fucking years old! I can’t raise a ten year old girl! I can’t drop my career. I can’t. But if I don’t…Harmony will be in foster care. What kind of sister would I be if I didn’t come back for her? She has no one else. I love my sister. I love my career too. I want to become a star; sell millions of albums. I want to be famous, travel around the world. I want to entertain people. I can’t do any of that if I have a kid to raise. I don’t want to drop my life for anyone. I just got here. Famous people are starting to notice me in the clubs. They love my music, my voice. I’m almost there. Someone is going to ask me to sign with them, I can feel it. I have put out several demos at several music labels for some top dog to notice me. I am so close, but now it’s going to be taken away from me. I have to drop all my hard work I have put in this past year to go take care of my sister. There is no way I can raise her in this kind of lifestyle; run down apartments, scary neighborhoods, late night performances. I can barely afford one week's worth of food doing what I am doing. I’d have to find another job. I can’t do that here. Not in Los Angeles. I have to go back to San Diego. Harmony needs me. I need her too, but I am going to be so lost without my dreams of becoming someone. I guess my dreams will be on hold.