My Melody (Downtown Book 3) (16 page)

“The fuck does that mean? Not leaving until you give me a good excuse.”

“I don’t have one.”

“Guess I’m not leaving.” He moves over to my couch. He sits downs, throws his hat off, and places both arms across the cushions, making himself comfortable. He’s waiting for an answer.

Shit
! I don’t want to raise my voice, but I am frustrated. “God, Wayne!” I slap my hands down on the sides of my thighs. “Don’t you see that you’re way too good for me? I’m a runner, explorer. I don’t do well in relationships. If I get the least bit overwhelmed and scared…I run away. That’s who I am.”

“Fucking bad excuse, Babe.”

“That’s all I have, so what do you want from me then!” I exasperate.

Like a flash - and that superhero thing he does - he slams me up against his chest. He lifts my chin and forces me to look into his hurtful eyes. “Want you to explain to me how the fuck I am supposed to go through life without you, because I fucking love you, Sweetness!”

No. No. No
! I try to get away from him, but he’s way too strong, trapped in his bionic strength. “Stop! Don’t say that, please! Don’t ever say that!” I start to cry. I can’t hide myself anywhere so I bury my face into his chest.

He squeezes me, gently, like he’s protecting me. “Ain’t gonna happen. You know me.”

“That’s why this is so hard,” I choke out.

“What the hell was that song all about then, huh? You miss me. You ache for me. You’re lonely without me. I’m all those things too. Come back home with me, after the tour.” He rubs my back as I continue to pout and feel sorry for myself. I am such an asshole. “Baby. Please. I need you in my life. I am fucked up without you.”

I wipe my eyes after Wayne releases some pressure on his hold of me. I’m afraid to look at him, so I keep my forehead planted on his chest. “I am so, so sorry,” shaking my head. “I never wanted to hurt you like this. But no..I cannot go back to San Diego with you.”

He won’t allow me to hide any further. He embraces my face, forcing me to look back up. “Then we’ll go somewhere else. Hell, I’ll live here, just as long as we’re together.”

“No. It would never work. I’m afraid -”

“Stop being fucking afraid!” I jolt from his anger. He has always been so calm and collect. I’ve created such agony for him, it’s unforgivable. He begins to pace the room, not saying a word. I stand in the same spot he left me in and wait for him to finally realize I am not the woman he needs. Yet, a few seconds later he spins back around and closes in on my space again. He grips the sides of my shoulders and says with gritted teeth; his jaw flexing, “Wouldn’t you rather be with me, spend all your waking moments with me, someone who loves you, would fucking
die
for you, than spend it alone forever? If I were to die tomorrow, wouldn’t you feel gutted knowing you didn’t get to kiss me goodbye or call me to say goodnight?” I wince at that thought. “Or better yet, make love to me for one last time?” My eyes start to fill up again. I don’t want to think of him dying. Why did he have to bring that up? He wipes away the tear that just leaked from the corner of my eye. “You need to treasure all those close moments, cuz you never know what can happen.” He lowers his voice. “Stop fucking running, Baby. Let me love you. Let yourself
love
me.” I
do
want to love him and I
desperately
want him to love me; I don’t want to run anymore. I’m tired of disappointing him, my sister, myself, but I just don’t know how to stop. Before I get the chance to knock him down - again - he places a finger over my lips. “No. Don’t say it again. Just think about everything I said. I won’t pressure you. The ball is in your court. Just let me be with you one last time, before I leave.”

God, this man is too much, too perfect, anyone would kill to be with him. He deserves that. Yet, he wants me; a screwed up runner who has no idea what she wants. He’s giving me more time to think. I need it. However - I cannot, for the life of me turn his plead down. Even though my stupid head wants to say no to those blue windows of his, I say yes, because…because our hearts are linked by a chain, pulling us together. It’s inevitable. Saying no to this glorious man, over and over, hurts beyond repair. I give in. I allow myself to forget everything for a short while, and give Wayne my whole heart. It won’t be easy when he leaves, but at least I’ll have some space to reconsider our future.

He kisses me with lust, passion, and such fierceness. He is showing me that he is the only man who should be in my life, who should be inside my body. I immediately melt into him, sighing, because I have missed him so much, and I agree - he’s the only man for me. My arms naturally go behind his neck as I stand on my toes. He grabs me under my butt cheeks, secures his grip and lifts me off the ground. My legs obey his command. I wrap them around his waist and grant him his wish to have his way with me.

He takes me to my bedroom, places me on my bed and quickly discards my clothing. I am naked, vulnerable, wilting from his stare, and fucking wet as can be. My fingers slide down toward the ache between my legs as I watch Wayne take off his shirt. It’s been so long since I have seen his unbelievable abs, chest, body.
He’s a fucking God, I can’t stand it
! His eyes light up the second my fingers hit my clit. He licks his lips, slowly, while he pushes out of his boots, and jeans, gazing at my pussy. He growls when I stick my finger inside; I push it deep inside, pumping myself until Wayne is insanely jealous. He’s on top of me in no time, crashing our mouths together. He rolls me on top and allows me to take control. I reach behind me, grab his thick cock, and slowly guide it inside. We both make a guttural sound from our instant connection. Having him inside me again is a complete dream. How I have missed feeling this close to him. When we’re together like this, all my worries and fears disappear. He brings me to another world every time. We are magical at being lovers.

My tits bounce as I slide up and down his awesome cock. He takes hold of them, squeezes each nipple and intently roams his eyes around my entire body. “Goddammit, Sweetness, you feel fucking unbelievable. I have missed your pussy like you won’t believe,” he grunts.

I throw my head back, screaming out, “Faster. Fuck, feels so good!”

“Come for me, Baby.” He grips his strong, wide hands around my hips and fucks me long and hard. “Let me feel that tightness around my cock,” he grits through his teeth. I place my palms on his chest, gaze into his amazing eyes and let my pelvis take over. “Yes, there you go!” He says over and over again, until I can’t hold off any longer. I scream out one of the most intense orgasms. As my body is still on a high, he positions me on my knees and takes me from behind. He slams into me, like the God that he is, until he goes limp on my back. We both collapse and settle into a spoon, until our breathing subsides. He snuggles close behind me, kisses the back of my neck. “We could be like this all the time. Make exotic music forever.”

I sigh from his amazing words. I want more than anything to do that with him, but I still need the time to think over everything he said to me. “Wayne….”

“Yeah, I know,” he whispers. We remain quiet for awhile, I almost think about falling asleep. For a moment I thought Wayne had, but his breathing isn’t deep or slow. His mind must be thinking all kinds of things about how to get me to see the light. “I should go,” he says with such regret. The thought of him leaving is tearing me up. I don’t want him to go, but I know it’s the right thing for me, even if that makes me a deranged, selfish bitch. He doesn’t deserve it. He’s the most selfless human being I have ever known. I keep myself wrapped up in my sheet as I watch him get dressed. I want to scream out and cry because it’s hurting so much. Once he is all dressed he comes back over to me, kisses me deeply and cups my face. “Goodbye, Sweetness,” his voice is thick with emotion. “Think about what I said, okay?” I blink back the tears, nodding my head. “Keep rockin’ that guitar and voice of yours.”

“Goodbye, Sexy.”

He leaves without a glance back, knowing it’s too hard for him to do so. After I hear the click of my door shut, I fall back onto my bed and cry.

BY THE TIME I LEFT
Melody and got back onto the bus, everyone was sleeping. I was wide awake, though, thinking about how much I already missed her. Being inside her again was something I cannot describe, it was almost like coming home. I wholeheartedly believe she’s going to do the right thing and choose me.
She has to
. I know she’s in love with me and can’t stand to be apart any longer. She’s so fucking stubborn, It’s killing me she won’t let herself shake off the bad and move into the good, with me. It’s going to sink inside her head one of these days, hoping, she’ll allow me to make her mine for always, after the tour.

Sneaking inside Shazzy’s Lounge, listening and watching Melody play was a breath of fresh air. Her singing voice was sexy as fuck; there was a little twinge of raspiness to it, which made my cock twitch. I wanted to listen to her forever, she was so incredible. Her talent blew me the fuck away. Her songs were killer and could be number one on the music charts, if she were to get signed by BT2090. I could totally see it happening. I was so proud of her, for breaking free from her fears and never stopping until she made it happen. I was the one who yelled out, “Do you have any others?” I needed to hear more, it was like a drug to me. She was, and is a drug to me. I can’t get enough of her.

The next day we went in early for a pre-show rehearsal. We got slammed big time with the press, and small photoshoots in between. After all that was done we had an hour to kill before it was our turn to take over the show. We were chilling in the green room, playing poker. I had just lost my last round. Lyric and Slim were the last ones still playing.

“Winner, winner, chicken dinner! Woo!” Lyric shouts and laughs, clapping her hands.

Slim throws down his cards. “You have got to be fucking kidding me!”

“Aww, did I hurt your feelings?” she teases.

“Not even close, you cheater.”

“Cheater? I won fair and square, Mister.”

Obviously being a sore loser, Slim points to her cards. “Look at this hand guys, she cheated!”

“Bro, grow the fuck up. She won,” Danny answers.

Lyric continues to giggle, holding out her hand. “Money, please.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Slim digs into his pocket, takes out a wad of twenty’s and places the money in Lyric’s hand. “Congratulations…again,” he smirks.

“Why thank you!”

“Since you’re so loaded with my dough, you can buy me dinner.”

“Mmmm,” she contemplates, “I’ll think about it.”

Since having Lyric as our manager, she and Slim have become really good friends. She’s very competitive when it comes to games and sports. Slim is too, so they are always at each other’s heads, seeing who is better at what. Most of the time Lyric leaves Slim eating his own dust. My bro has met his match.

I head over to the couch, tired out of my mind. Jason sits next to me. “So…you okay?”

“Yeah, I guess. Better than I was before we got here.”

“You didn’t work things out with Melody?”

“Not really sure,” I shrug. “Know she’s hiding her feelings from me and wants more time. Just not sure how long she’s gonna need. Hope by the end of the tour she’ll have an answer for me.”

“What’s her deal?”

“That’s the thing. I don’t fucking know. She says she’s scared of getting hurt or some shit like that. She has always been the type to run when the going gets tough. Doesn’t know how to stop herself, I guess.”

“Damn. I definitely don’t want to be in your shoes. Women are too complicated.”

I laugh. “When you find the right woman, I’ll remember you said that.”

He pats me on the shoulder, “I am happily single, my friend.”

“Yeah, I was too until Melody knocked my cock off.”

Jason gets a good laugh out of that. It’s true though. No one has ever satisfied me like Melody and no one ever will.

“I’m proud of you, Wayne.”

“What for?”

“For not wanting to take advantage of the ladies anymore. Believe me, I know how hard it is to keep them at an arm's lengths, so it’s good to see you wanting to settle down. Women deserve the respect.”