My Melody (Downtown Book 3) (2 page)

(Melody’s Prologue)

*The night of Helene and Gary’s engagement announcement.

MY LORD I CANNOT BELIEVE
my sight. The guy whose dick I sucked on, a few months back in Vegas, is in the band
JINKS
.

JINKS
is a rock band that my sister, Harmony’s, boyfriend, Danny Jay is in.

Since Harmony is the assistant event coordinator at the hotel, and works with Helene, I was invited to the party. Plus Harmony and Danny were dealing with some shit and weren’t together anymore, so I was also there for moral support. In addition, I love to dance and I never miss a party.

I totally thought he was part of the band crew.
Dayum
! He’s a fucking rocker boy! Sex on legs this guy is. He’s built like
The Hulk.
Eight pack of hard abs with muscles galore on those arms of his; the biceps are like made of rock, or some shit. His ass is an ass of steel, so hard you could flip a coin off it. I was one of the lucky bitches who got a taste of that ass before I went down on him. Sweet hell of a memory. His adorable, gorgeous face and that hot grin he pulls off. He knows how to work a sexy grin. And I can’t forget those smokin’ hot eyes of his - wow! Deep blue, blue eyes which turn my pussy on. Hell yes they do. I love a man with beautiful eyes. This sexy rocker babe and his dark, black hair turn me upside down. I have never been so obsessed with one man before. I have thought of him every single day since that one night. It’s my fault I didn’t stick around in Vegas though. I went home without giving him my number. I don’t do well with relationships. I like one night stands. No muss no fuss. No heartbreaks. It’s easier that way for me. In a blink they could be gone, dead. Just like my parents.

He hasn’t noticed me yet. I’ll just keep doing my moves until he does. I want the attention, I like how it makes me feel. Actually, I only like how
he
makes me feel.
Holy shit, he finally saw me. He’s coming my way.
My heart accelerates. His sexy half grin and those deep set eyes are hauling ass for me. One second I’m on the dance floor dancing, the next I am being slammed up against his hard rock chest; his hand goes straight for my ass and the other on the back of my head. He kisses me.
Heaven’s to Betsy.
I grip his
Mount Shasta
bicep with one hand, while the other one plasters up against our chests. He tugs on the back of my head and deepens the kiss.
He kisses like a God.
This young rocker boy is turning my world upside down. I have never felt so wanted before. He is putting a dangerous spell on me, I need to be careful. We could destroy each other. The chemistry between is unlike anything I have ever experienced. It terrifies me. The dance floor is compacted with other people - women who have their eyes on us, I can feel it. Yet it doesn’t bother me. Who gives a shit. Tonight, this man is all mine and he wants me, no matter how terrified I am of the outcome.

He suddenly unsucks our lips. Our eyes meet. We are almost nose to nose in height. Even without my heels on I’m pretty tall.
Damn, our bodies fit so perfectly together.
His wide hand stays planted on the back of my head and he locks eyes with mine. He growls out, “It’s my turn, Baby.” I gulp. In an instant, I am being tugged out of the party like last night’s dinner -
Rocker Boy’s dinner.

He takes me into some conference room and locks the door.
How the hell does he find an available room
?
How does he know which one is not secured and locked
?
The room is dark, but there is a faint light seeping from the closed blinds in the window near the door. I can make out a big oval conference table, with high back chairs closely spaced around it and potted plants in the far left corner. I place my hand bag down on the table and get weak in the knees when Rocker Boy wraps his arms around my middle, then kisses the side of my neck. “You smell amazing. So fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs seductively in my ear.

I lean my head to the left, to allow him more skin. “Even for a thirty-six year old woman, probably double your age?” I murmur back.

“I love older women. Age doesn’t mean shit to me, Babe.”

Age doesn’t mean anything to me either. I just wanted to get his take on the matter.
Mmmm, his tongue is so warm.
He slowly turns me around, then lifts me up onto the table and elevates my dress above my hips.

“You are the sexiest woman I have ever been with,” he says as he gently glides his fingers up and down my thighs. His voice is like melted chocolate; sultry, rich, inviting. No wonder he’s a musician, a singer. He has a way of making me forget who I am. I can totally see myself falling for this hot, sexy, young rocker. We are like two matching gloves, we slip into each other so easily.
Soul mates
. How is that possible? I don’t want - he cuts my thoughts off by tugging down my thong. I lift my ass to help him. In a flash they’re gone and my legs are over his shoulders; his hands splayed on my upper thighs.
Oh, God here we go
. I lay flat on the table then bring my hands up to my tits. I start to squeeze them just as his mouth hits my delicate flesh.
You have got to be kidding me
! His lips, his tongue - they’re so sensual, unlike anything I have ever felt. I start to shift my pelvis, to rock with his mouth, but he puts pressure on my thighs and won’t allow me to move. I am whimpering, salivating from every thrust of his tongue and the sucking of his lips. I lift myself up on my elbows to try and watch him. I can barely see him, just the outline of his body. His eyes, though. I can see his striking blue eyes. They are looking up at me as he sucks on my clit. I stick my thumb in my mouth, then suck on it as if it were his cock.
Jesus, what is he doing to me
! He wasn’t wrong when he promised me he’d be the best I’d ever have. I won’t remind him though. He knows he’s the best. “Holy shit…you taste like coconut. So fine, Sweetness,” he expresses in a deep gruff voice. Then adds, “Keep sucking on your thumb, Baby. Let me take you over the edge.”

And holy hell, did he
ever
take me over the edge! I scream from the most intense orgasm of my entire life. My legs are spasming from the after effects, still coming down from my high, with a drip of sweat rolling down my temple. I am so out of breath! “Good, God who are you?”

He places his hands on either side of my head and devours my mouth. He tastes like me. I grab the back of his head and deepen the kiss because I love the taste of myself on his tongue. It really turns me the hell on. He lifts my torso up, so I am now sitting against the edge of the table. Our chests are tight against the other, I can feel the beat of his heart. He is seriously a dangerous man for me. I cannot get lost in him.

“I told you. I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you,” he murmurs against my lips.

Damn he is so sexy…and a smartass. I need to get off this table, he’s smothering me - not in a bad way, but that danger zone I am trying to avoid is screaming inside my head. I push him as hard as I can. He’s so heavy though. I smack his shoulder. “Can I please get off this table?”

I can slightly see him biting his bottom lip, grinning.
Sexy bastard.
“I’m rather enjoying you bare assed on here against my chest. You feel fucking phenomenal.” He nuzzles against my neck, then kisses the sensitive spot at the edge of my jawline. I begin to moan and almost lose myself again. But I snap out of the trance. I grunt from another push to his chest.
That chest. Dear Lord.
“Stop distracting me! Let up, will ya?”

“Okay, chill,” he chuckles, then gives me a small peck on the lips and backs up.
Finally I can breathe
! I jump down from the table, pull on my thong, then scootch down my dress. “Wayne Priest is the name, Baby.”

My head snaps up and I gasp. “What!” I shout. “Holy shit! You’re the fucker who screwed with my sister!” I try pushing the bastard, but his body doesn’t budge. I cannot believe I let this guy eat me out when he was the one who was the instigator of getting my sister hurt! I am so pissed off!

“Wait, what? What are you talking about? Who the fuck is your sister?” Wayne,
rocker boy,
rests his hands on his hips.

“Harmony, you dufus!”

“Shit, Harmony is your sister? Fuckin’ for real?”

“Yes!” I retort.

“I swear to you I never slept with her,” he places his hands on my shoulders. “I haven’t been with her or anyone since the night you sucked me dry.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about,” I huff. “I know you never slept with her. It was that stupid ass game you forced her to play on Danny. And what do you mean you haven’t been with anyone since us?”

He then cups my cheek and murmurs softly, “You ruined me for all women, Sweetness.”

I gulp again. His eyes, I get lost in them.
Snap out of it Mel
!
Why does he do that? Why does he have to talk so sexy and sultry, making me forget I am mad at him? It’s probably part of his charm to lure the women in. He’s trying to do it with me.
Oh hell no
!
His charm won’t work on me. I get close to his lips, almost touching them. He wants me to kiss him. He’s ready. “Too bad I ruined you for all women, Sexy, cuz you are not gettin’ it on with me, ever again,” I murmur upon his opened lips, then unexpectedly smack him across the face. “Asshole!” I break free from him, then grab my bag and stomp toward the door.

“Hey, whoa, hold on now,” he irritably shouts. He grasps onto my arm before I get the chance to open the door. He turns me back around. “I’ll have you know that I am no asshole! I was doing my best friend a favor, so that slap was not necessary.”

“A favor?” I scoff. “That was no favor on Harmony’s part. It caused her nothing but pain.”

“I didn’t mean for it to blow up like it did. I thought I was helping, dammit. I like Harmony. She’s a sweet babe.” I slap him again. “Ow! What the hell, woman!” He rubs his cheek.

I smirk up at him. “Don’t call my sister a babe,” I say, pointing at his chest.

He gets a hold of my hand and tugs me against his chest.
Oh dear, here we go again.
“Does it make you jealous?” He bites his bottom lip.
He is such a player
!

Yes it does make me jealous, but he doesn’t need to know that. “Uh, no it does not,” I chuckle. “Just don’t call her a babe.”

“Look, I apologized to Harmony. I never meant to hurt her. It was a stupid idea to get her caught up in my scheme.”

“You got that right. Now look where it got her?”

“I’m not worried about those two,” he shrugs. “They’ll end up together again, and before you know it they’ll be humping like rabbits.

“And how the fuck do you know that, Einstein?”

“Einstein. I like that,” he purrs, then pulls me up against him. He tries to kiss me again. I slap him on the shoulder. “Stop hittin’ me will ya? Geez!”

“I’m leaving.” This hunk will not let me out of his grasp. I love it. Yet, I need to play hard to get. I’m still pissed off.

“No, wait, come on, Sweetness you can’t just leave.” He wraps his arms around the bottom of my back. We are smooshed together like glue; my arms are trapped in between our bodies. “I still don’t even know
your
name.”

I laugh without humor. “You really think you deserve to know my name after what you did?”

“I said I was sorry, what more do you want?”

What more do I want
? Hmmm, wonder what I could do to play this guy like he played my sister? I love sex. Sex would be mind-blowing with him, I just know it. I can’t have any strings attached to him though. He would be my…submissive…in a way? Without all that kinky shit involved, of course; good ole fashion hard vanilla sex with Rocker Boy.
Sounds delicious.
“Okay, Sexy. You wanna make it up to me?”

“Like how?” He cocks a brow.

“Like…being my pet.”

Wayne chuckles. “The fuck you talking about?”

“My pet.” I am able to weave my arm and hand down to his crotch. I cup it. Squeeze it. I’ve turned him on.
So nice and hard.

“Oh?” He lightly jumps. “Like that, huh? I like how you play, Baby.” He slides his fingers in the back of my hair, then tugs on it. “Sure, I’m in. Anything you want.”

“I told you older women are wiser,” I respond, seductively.

“You are so fucking sexy.” He kisses me. My hand is still attached to his cock while he devours my mouth. My head is yanked back to deepen the connection.
Good Lord, what have I gotten myself into
?
He’s going to be the death of me.
His phone starts to vibrate. “Hell, I gotta get back on stage,” he groans.

We separate from each other while he looks at his phone. “Give me your phone,” I hold out my hand. He hands it over. I punch in my number, then hit send so it could call my phone. “There. I’ll be in touch.” He takes his phone back.

I have a hold on the door handle when he stops me, yet again. “Hold up, Babe. You forgetting something?”

“Nope. I have my panties up, my hair in place, my purse. I’m all set,” I shrug. I do know what he’s asking though. I am just a tease.

“You are teasing me again. I love that. I’m talking about your name. What is it?”

I open the door, look over my shoulder and say, “Melody,” then walk out. I leave the party, the hotel and go home. I am suddenly freaking myself out.
What the fuck have I done
?