Melody of Truth (Love of a Rockstar Book 3) Page 13

  Melody’s wagging finger brought me back to reality. “See! This is what I’m talking about. Stop any dirty thoughts you’re having right this minute”

  “Tell that to my dick.”

  An adorable blush tinted her cheeks a rosy pink as her eyes dipped below my waist. “Get it under control.”

  “If I would I could. I have had a permanent case of blue balls for the past four weeks. It hasn’t exactly been pleasurable.”

  A flicker of lust ignited in her gaze at the word pleasure, but quickly dissipated. “Whatever.”

  She started stomping down the street and I chuckled to myself while following after her. “Where are you going?”

  “Home.”

  “We are almost twenty miles from your hotel. You plan on walking?”

  Stubborn to the bone, she muttered a curt yes. I shrugged, happy to get the exercise, although my gut was telling me Melody wouldn’t last a quarter mile before she threw in the towel. It was late, and exhaustion lined her face.

  Two miles later, she ran out of steam. I pulled out my cellphone and let her keep her dignity as I silently rang for a car.

  I STOOD AT THE THRESHOLD of her room, watching as she crawled on top of the covers fully clothed. Letting out a sigh of contentment as her head hit the pillow, she closed her eyes. I was about to shut the door when her voice, thick with sleepiness, made me pause.

  “Stay.”

  “What about your request?”

  “Stay,” she said again. “I don’t want to be alone.”

  “I can get your sister.”

  The devil on my shoulder was yelling at me to shut up. Melody was sober and perfectly in the right frame of mind. Why the hell was I resisting what I craved like a stiff drink?

  Through a yawn, she said, “I don’t want my sister. I want you.”

  Melody didn’t need to convince me any further. Closing the door, I double locked it and slipped off both our shoes. My body fit around hers like two . Her ass wiggled into my crotch, and I did some complicated math in my head to solve a whole other problem.

  “Sean? Do you really think I won’t be happy if I marry Marco?” Her entire body tensed, waiting for the answer she obviously didn’t want to hear.

  Lying would do her no favors. “I really do think that.”

  “There was a time when I would have been content with a house in the country and a family.” She sat up and crossed her legs. Focusing on the blank television screen, she spoke softly. “But that American dream is a mirage. My parents thought they had it until my mother came home one day and told us she had cancer. She was given six months; she lasted three. Witnessing my father’s grief showed me how dangerous it was to love someone as if they hold the moon. He lost himself when she passed.”

  “You can’t protect yourself from heartache and hide behind the notion that a comfortable love is a safe love. If you tie yourself to Marco, there will be rough patches. It won’t be smooth sailing.”

  “I know that, but at least it will be easier if…” She buried her head in her hands and groaned. “I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. I thought I did, but then I met you and…”

  “Call off the wedding.”

  “But then Marco would be deported and his son would be left without health insurance.”

  “We are throwing a benefit concert in his honor to raise the funds,” I confessed as I scooted to where she sat, unmoving. “You aren’t stuck. There are other options.”

  “The medical clinic costs almost sixty grand. I can’t ask you or anyone to donate that amount.”

  The number was higher than I’d estimated and last I’d checked, we only had half of that when all was said and done. It didn’t matter though; I would find a way to make up the difference. “You can and you will.

  “No,” she said firmly. “This is the grave I dug for myself. It’s my responsibility to dig myself out, and if I can’t…” Melody smiled to mask the pain behind her gaze. “I’ll always think back fondly on the memories we have made together. You have broken through my walls and have showed me the future I could have if I wasn’t too scared to go after it.

  I breathed in the fruity smell of her body wash, drowning in the sea of emotions that were impossible to sort through. Melody was trading her happiness for a young boy’s life, and while I wished she was another kind of person—someone selfish who put her needs above everyone else’s—she wasn’t. Her selflessness was one of the many amazing qualities she possessed, and it made me want to smash a heavy object against the wall to know Marco was taking advantage of it.

  Inches away from me, Melody’s eyes flickered to my mouth as the air crackled with the enough electricity to cause a power outage.

  “I opened your eyes a little too late, and that is a regret I’ll always have,” I said softly.

  “No regrets—promise me Sean. Life is too precious to constantly think about what you could have done differently.”

  “You’re marrying a man you aren’t in love with.”

  “Like you said, I love him in a different way, a quieter way.” She shyly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

  “And you’re okay with the spending the next forty or so years with a glorified teddy bear?”

  “I have to be,” she stated.

  “You don’t have to do anything Melody! Fuck!” My fist slammed on the scratchy duvet and she jumped. “You aren’t indebted to him.” My chin dropped to my chest as I fought against the rage battling inside me.

  “We should stop this and remain friends. It would be easier in the end.”

  The mattress dipping jerked my head up and I caught Melody around the wrist as she attempted to flee. “Bullshit. Nothing will make this easy in the end. We are already in too deep, and we both we know it.”

  “I could quit then, and…”

  “And what?” I challenged. “Run home to Marco? I’m not giving you up before I have to.”

  Irritation flashed across her features at my domineering tone. “You can’t chain me to the wall.”

  “It’s tempting.” Getting off the bed, Melody met my gaze with a challenge that tested my patience. If I had a choice, Melody would be stripped naked with my head buried between her thighs as I proved she belonged to me, not Marco. “So very tempting,” I murmured.

  “I’m not a BDSM kind of girl.”

  “What kind of girl are you then?”

  A devilish smile spread across her face as she purred, “A dirty one.”

  The restraint I did my best to practice shattered into a million fragments. She gasped against my mouth as I tugged her into my chest and kissed her. She tasted like maple syrup and buttery pancakes.

  Nipping her bottom lip, I pulled back and cradled her face in my hands. “Tell me to stop and I will. Just say the word.”

  The lust clouding her gaze told me her body wanted me, but a single piece of Melody wasn’t enough. I wanted the whole package—her body, her mind, and her heart.

  WHEN IT CAME TO SEAN, ‘stop’ wasn’t in my vocabulary. Oh god yes, please keep going, holy shit, fuck does that feel good—those were the phrases going through my mind when he touched me, not ‘stop’.

  The pad of Sean’s thumb stroked the side of my face and he looked at me with such pure tenderness, my heart melted. I had three days left with him before I returned to a reality where the sun didn’t shine as brightly and colors were on a dimmer setting.

  Unlike before, waking up in the morning next to a naked Sean wouldn’t cause panic or regret to flood my system; there would only be happiness that for a brief moment in time, I’d gotten to experience what it was like to be his.

  My brain switched off as our lips connected. He nipped, and when I gasped in pleasure, his tongue slid against mine, tasting. Sean groaned as he backed me up against the edge of the bed, breaking the kiss only briefly as he pulled my shirt over my head. Clad in a skimpy bra, a chill brushed my naked skin, causing a shiver to dance up my spine, though I was anything but cold. Sean’s talented fin
gers were working up a five-alarm fire.

  As his lips moved to the side of my neck, he murmured, “Are you sure?”

  I shoved his hand down my leggings to show him how sure I was. “You are a dirty girl,” he murmured in approval.

  I clawed at his chest, ready to scale him like a goddamn mountain. “Enough talk, more action.”

  Sean laughed. “A dirty bossy girl.” When I tugged at his belt buckle, he settled his hands over mine. “Patience.”

  I growled. “Patience isn’t my strong suit.”

  “It will be tonight. I want to take my sweet time with you.”

  A yelp escaped as he lifted me up onto the mattress, where I landed with a bounce. The predatory stare in his eyes induced a nervous trepidation in my stomach. I wasn’t a virgin by any stretch of the imagination, but my partners in the past hadn’t been rock stars like Sean. I was afraid my skillset wouldn’t match his.

  My doubts flew out the window, as did any brain cells I had left, as he revealed his ripped torso. Holy shit, he resembled a marble statue from the Renaissance era.

  “Are you kidding me right now?” I grumbled.

  His brows pulled together in confusion. “What?”

  “I thought eight-packs were a legend!”

  Chuckling, he crawled over me and stole my breath with another toe-curling kiss. Our tongues tangled frantically as he rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. My back arched off the mattress as I moaned in pleasure.

  Unhooking my bra, Sean’s attention veered to my bare breasts. His eyes hungrily drank them in, and I had never felt more beautiful than I did under his gaze.

  “Jesus Melody,” he said breathily. “You’re fucking perfect.”

  “I think you take that title.”

  “How ‘bout we call it a tie?”

  “Deal.”

  My laughter faded into a gasp as Sean bent down and lavished my breast with a tongue just as skillful as his hands. A searing heat bloomed between my thighs and I wiggled on the bed, impatient to feel him inside me.

  “Sean,” I said, half pleading. “Pants—off.”

  Securing my hands above my head, his dark blue eyes brimmed with dominance, silently asking me to give up control and submit. If it was anyone else, I would have resisted with a steel-enforced will, but Sean was different. He made me feel safe, and I trusted him to respect my boundaries, though I also had a gut instinct those boundaries would soon be pushed to the very brink. Anticipation pumped through my veins.

  Sean nipped my earlobe. “Good girl.” He unbuttoned my leggings and pulled them off my legs, then disposed of my lacy white thong as well. I let his gaze memorize every last square inch of my naked body, scars and all.

  His fingertip grazed a raised mark near my bellybutton. “What happened?”

  “Shrapnel from a car bombing.”

  “And this one.” I shivered as he placed his lips against a faded white mark above my hipbone.

  “An angry father.” At his curious glance, I explained further. “He didn’t want me to film his daughter without her hijab on.”

  “Asshole.”

  With his lips and hands, Sean mended each scar until it was as if I was a blank canvas again. Panting with need, I bit the inside of my cheek, praying he had plans to relieve the unrelenting pressure building in my core.

  Fuck it. I couldn’t wait any longer. I gripped the hard length of his dick through his jeans and Sean growled in response. “Tell me how bad you want it.” My hips bucked upward as he slid his finger knuckle deep into my wet waiting heat. “Tell me.”

  “Please…” I moaned.

  Stars exploded in my line of sight as he massaged my clit. “Please what?”

  “Please, fuck me. Please.”

  The pleasure ceased and I nearly exploded with frustration. Sean shed the last remaining barrier between us and stood at the head of the bed at full mast. I stared with giddy excitement at the the size of his cock.

  Sean grinned naughtily. “Do you want this?”

  “Yes,” I breathed.

  He lazily stroked his penis. A dot of pre-cum coated the head and I ached to taste him. “Get on your hands and knees, and face the wall.”

  Doing as he asked, my fingers gripped the sheets. I waited with baited breath for his next command but none came. As my head twisted over my shoulder, Sean gripped my hair and jerked my focus back to the wall. As he rubbed the length of his dick against my ass, my body tensed.

  “Relax baby. I’m not going to hurt you,” Sean purred. “Much.”

  I squealed as a delicious sting blossomed on my left butt cheek. “You spanked me.”

  “Did you like it?”

  “I did.”

  The answer surprised me, but I didn’t have time to process this new kink of mine before Sean moved on to the right side. Pleasure mixed with pain caused my head to drop forward as a throaty moan left my lips. Hearing the crinkle of a condom wrapper being torn open, I thrust my hips backward, more than ready to get properly fucked.

  My breath was robbed as he slammed into me without mercy. He pulled out then did it again, and with each thrust, I was brought closer to orgasm. Sean reached under to where my clit throbbed with need. With one touch, I tipped over the edge and screamed, spiraling out to a place I had never gone before. Sean soon followed.

  As we caught our breaths, he laughed. “Shit. That was… There are no words for what that was.” Sean planted a kiss at the base of my spine. “I’ll be right back.”

  As he went to go throw away the condom, I crawled under the sheets, boneless and spent. Sean was wrong. There was a word for what that was. Incredible—absolutely, mind-blowingly incredible. I didn’t know how I’d return to the land of normal sex again. It was like I had gotten a glimpse into Narnia.

  THE CLOCK ON THE BEDSIDE table glowed. It was a little after one in the morning. My sister had been blowing up my phone for the past seven hours—five calls and thirteen missed texts. I typed a quick message to let her know I was alive and to sleep in Sean’s empty bed.

  A second later, she replied, “OMG! You’re such a dirty slut.”

  While Jane was joking, the comment hit close to home. I shut down my phone and looked at Sean, who walked out of the bathroom naked as a jaybird. My blood heated.

  “Turn on your side,” he ordered.

  My eyes widened. “You’re already ready for round two?”

  “I want to spoon you.”

  A smile spread across my face. Big bad rock star Sean Dallis was a cuddler—who would have thought?

  Sean tangled his leg through mine and cuddled up against my back. “Are you comfortable?”

  “Very.”

  “How do you feel?”

  His concern was sweet, but unwarranted. “I feel amazing. Don’t worry, I’m not going to freak out and run out of the room or anything.”

  “And you don’t, you know…”

  “Regret anything?” His beard tickled my shoulder blade as he nodded. “No, I don’t regret a thing.”

  “Good.” Sean’s muscles relaxed and he snuggled closer. “That’s really good.”

  “Is it okay if Jane sleeps in your bunk tonight? I told her she could, but I should have asked you first.”

  “It’s fine. I would rather wake up next to you than have to be subjected to Ash’s latest conquest.”

  “He has a lot of those, huh?”

  Sean sighed. “It’s his way of coping with some personal issues. I understand where he’s coming from.

  “Did you turn into a man-whore after the divorce?”

  “Besides the groupie on the bus and you, I haven’t been with anyone else.”

  “Are you bullshitting me right now?”

  His voice took on a mock defensive tone. “Hey! Just because I’m a musician doesn’t mean I have to be the textbook definition of one.”

  “I’m sorry, you’re right, but what a disservice to all the women out there.”

  “I’m honored you think so highly of my be
droom skills.”

  I slapped his hand when he tweaked my nipple and he laughed. “Stroking your ego was a big mistake.”

  Sean jumped on my unintentional sexual innuendo like a frat kid discovering there were a few last drops in a keg. “You loving stroking my ego. Don’t deny it.”

  I rolled my eyes. “How old are you? Fifteen?”

  “Twenty-eight in five days.”

  “Your birthday is on Monday?”

  “Sure is.”

  “Are you doing anything for it?”

  Annoyance lined his mouth as he rolled onto his back, shifting the mood in the air to a much cooler vibe. “I hate birthdays.”

  “Why? Birthdays are the best. You get a day solely meant for celebrating how awesome you are. Wait…I guess that isn’t such a rare occurrence when you’re a celebrity. Never mind.”

  “I found my ex-wife fucking her yoga teacher on my birthday last year. The tour with Five Guys ended early and I thought I would surprise her.” In a flat tone, he said, “It ended up she surprised me with a gift I didn’t see coming.”

  Blinding anger toward his bitch of an ex-wife made me see red. “You deserve someone who doesn’t take advantage of your kind nature and respects your career enough to understand why you’re gone so often, someone who doesn’t open her legs to the first dude that looks at her because she is lonely. Get a fucking vibrator!”

  My rant had Sean’s lips tilting up at the corners as he looked at me with amusement “I should put you two on a daytime talk show together, and you can put those claws to good use.”

  “Shut it. I’m just saying you shouldn’t think of losing her as a bad thing. She did you a favor.”

  “I agree. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have met you.”

  “You’re such a cornball.”

  “You bring it out in me.”

  We grinned at each other like a couple of fools, and I wished the bubble we’d built inside the hotel room were indestructible and that the harsh light of morning would never come.

  “We should do something to change the bad juju around your birthday,” I said.