My Melody (Downtown Book 3) (22 page)

“I was afraid of a lot of things,” she admits. “I didn’t want to settle down, and have babies. That’s not who I was. I wanted to explore the world until I touched every ocean, every desert and every piece of this planet until the day I died. Took me almost a year to realize Michael wasn’t going anywhere. He would wait for me forever. I thought he was just plain stupid, but…things changed. I was tired of running, and decided that I wanted to explore all those places with him. I loved him too much to keep exploring on my own. Thirty-two years later, we have two amazing kids, a grandchild and the rest of our lives to explore every ocean and every desert. Exploring the world by yourself isn’t as beautiful as it may seem. That is, until you find the love of your life. Now
that’s
beautiful.”

I don’t know what to say, so I just sat there. Sheri didn’t expect anything in return. Instead, she grabbed hold of my left hand and allowed me to ponder my thoughts, while we sat in silence, drinking our coffee. Having her in my corner, means everything to me. I am looking forward to getting to know her, Michael, and the rest of the family, soon.

Wayne awoke a few more times during the day, but it wasn’t enough for him to see me or his parents. I so badly want him to ease off these drugs and wake up for good. But I understand the pain he’s going to be in once he’s fully lucid. The doctor informed us he’ll need assistance once he’s released and settled down back at home. All three of us agreed on being there for him. It will be about six to eight weeks until that cast comes off his leg.

Finally, by the third day Wayne opens his amazing blue windows and looks at me with confusion. I smile and almost start crying. Seeing him look into my eyes is out of this world, amazing. “Hey, welcome back.”

“Sweetness?” His voice is still raspy. “You’re here.”

I take hold of his hand and sit on the edge of the bed. “Of course I’m here. Three days straight, I’ve been here. You don’t remember?”

“No,” he clears his throat. “Need some water, please.”

“Sure.” I fill a plastic cup with water and put a straw inside to help him drink. I put it up to his lips. “You’ve been conked out and high on pain meds.”

He drinks the water and sighs. “Thanks. My throat is fucking dry. And my leg. One hell of a mess.”

“You’re lucky to be alive,” I remind him. I explain to him what happened, how they got in the accident and the conditions of everyone on the bus. Naturally he’s very upset; he’s quiet. I can tell he’s trying to process the whole thing and I don’t blame him. The accident was traumatizing and affected a lot of people. He starts to shift in bed and seems very uncomfortable. I should get the nurse. “You want me to get the nurse?”

“No. I want you to climb in bed with me.”

He can’t be serious. I chuckle, “Sorry, Sexy, not enough room.”

“Don’t fucking care,” he grunts. “You’re here and I want you in bed with me.”

Well, how on earth can I say no to a man in pain? I’d do anything for him, so I scootch my way on top of the bed and snuggle as close as possible. I turn on my side so he can put his arm around me and I can drape my arm across his chest. It’s pretty hard to get comfortable. “This is awkward and uncomfortable.”

“You’re in bed with me. That’s all I care about.” I can feel and hear the beat of his heart. It’s the most soothing sound ever. We don’t talk for a few minutes, just catching a breath, savoring the moment. I don’t care how uncomfortable I am, I would be happy lying here with him for the rest of my life. He breaks the silence by saying, “I thought I’d never see you again. That picture of me and Scarlett. She set me up. Never wanted her to kiss me. So fucking pissed at her for doing that.”

I am relieved knowing he wasn’t into that woman. I should have known, deep down, he was still loyal to me. “I don’t care about that anymore.”

“I care,” he retorts. “I know what you must have thought.”

I lean up on my elbow to look into his eyes, and sweep the hair away from his forehead. Even with all these scrapes and bruises on his face, he is still so fucking gorgeous. “I know it wasn’t real, Wayne. I know that now.” I crank myself up toward his lips and kiss him. His hold around my shoulders tighten; his other hand grasps onto my waist, squeezing my flesh. I know he’s in pain - I can hear it when he struggles to bring me up closer - but he’s willing to be in pain, while our mouths and tongues collide. Our kiss is heavy, yet soft and loving. Once our lips part I tell him, “I’m done running.”

His brows furrow. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying…I’m done being afraid. I’m done fighting my feelings, my insecurities, my love for you. I almost lost you - for good - three days ago,” I shake my head. “I won’t waste anymore of my life without you. My dreams, future, and career are worthless, without you in it. I love you Wayne Priest. With all of my heart and soul, I love you. I want to have a forever with you, Rocker Boy.” I think I shocked him. His eyes widen and he’s become speechless. I have never expressed myself like this to anyone and he knows this. I wouldn’t profess my love to just anyone.

He wipes a hand down his face, still in shock. “These drugs I’m on must be making me hear things. Did you just say you love me and want a forever with me?”

I chuckle, “Yes I did, and it’s not the drugs.”

“Thank fuck,” he exasperates. “‘Bout time, Sweetness.” I kiss him again, wanting to take him right here, right now, but that is totally insane, considering he has a leg in a sling and we’re on a very narrow hospital bed. His hand draws up to my face, taking our kiss deeper. Holy shit, I have missed him so much. Then without warning, he murmurs against my lips, “Marry me, Babe.”

It was as if a train had hit me square in the face, throwing me across a field in a sea of cactus. The brakes in my head come to a screeching halt. I am stunned beyond words. “You are so fucking high. You did
not
just ask me to marry you.”

“I think I just did,” he smirks.
His fucking smirk! OMG.
“And I know for a fact you’ll say yes.”

I start to laugh, but it’s not out of sheer happiness.
He is crazy
! “Oh really? How’s that, mister alpha, control freak?”

“Alpha? I love that.”

He tries to nuzzle my neck but I won’t have it, so I pull away. “Shut up,” I huff. “We’re not getting married.”

He chuckles, “Yes we are.”

“No, we are not!” Even with his leg up in a sling, and being unconscious for almost three days, the grasp he has on my waist is still as strong as ever.
Ugh, he is unbelievable
!

“Love making you mad. Too fucking adorable,” he seductively snickers in my ear. He then kisses the side of my head and continues to devour my neck again.

I know what he’s trying to do, he’s trying to make me fall into his sexy spell.
Mmm, that tiny butterfly kiss he just gave me, behind my ear, sent chills down my spine.
“You need to concentrate on getting better, not getting married.”

“Concentrate on both. You’ll help me get better by marrying me.”

“Oh for fucks sake,” I huff, climbing off the bed. “I am going to check on my sister and the others.”

“I’m not letting this go, Sweetness.”

I know he’s not and it’s terrifying the daylights out of me. I just admitted I loved him, and want to spend every waking day with him, but marriage? Marriage is certainly not in my vocabulary. Looking at his face I know for a fact he’s not going to let this go. He’s as serious as they come.

I bend down and give him another kiss before I head out. “I’ll be back.”

“Okay,” he whispers. “So glad you’re here. Missed you like hell.”

I melt from those words and tell him the same thing. “I’ve missed you too. More than you’ll ever know.” One more kiss for the road.

Walking toward the door he shouts out, “You’re gonna marry me!” I give him the finger, and the sound of his laughter follows me as I leave the room.

He is just too much, but I love him anyway.

AFTER A WEEK OF BEING
in that damn hospital bed, I was able to go home. Same with the guys, except for Lyric. She had to stay a few more days. She finally woke up, and was going to make a full recovery. Something we didn’t know about Lyric: her dad was none other than Donovan Crow, one of the biggest Hollywood actors around. Lyric goes by a different last name - Newton. My guess is she hid herself from the fame, because Crow is a definite douchebag. I don’t know all the details, but from what I’ve heard he wouldn’t let anyone in her room - that meant Slim. Slim wanted to stick around until she was discharged, but Crow ordered him away and took control. Slim went back home with the rest of us. He was pissed as hell, and had a right to be.

A day after I had woken up, my parents went back home. They felt I was in good hands with the doctors, nurses, and most of all, Melody. I was awake, alert and would make a full recovery. My leg, on the other hand was going to limit me from a lot of shit I would normally do on my own. I was going to need tons of support when we got home. Mom and Melody would be there for me and that’s all I needed. Being taken care of by the woman I loved, and who loved me back, was going to be fucking epic.

Hearing Melody say
I love you
….fuck, there was nothing like it in this world. Blew me the fuck away. Asking her to marry me had always been on my mind. The second her mouth wrapped around my cock, for the first time, I knew I needed to put a ring on her finger. No questions. She was, and is the woman for me. I know she’s scared about the future, but she’ll say yes. I know she will. She can’t live without me or my cock. She’s got it good and she knows it. We’re the perfect match made in heaven. I can’t, nor will I live without her ever again.

We came home on a plane. June had private services for us, so we didn’t have to be bombarded by the media. We got so much publicity from this accident; the fans outside the hospital had candles lit for us, and camped out until we all left. It was amazing. We felt so much love and support from them. It was definitely a trip.

It was so good to be home. Mom, Dad and Raquel greeted us when we arrived at the house. My sister wasn’t able to be there, she was called out on a case. I was hoping she’d make it, but I get it. She’s a top lawyer in her firm, and so when duty strikes, she’s there. I do miss her, though.

There weren’t any paparazzi at the house, so the pressure of being caught in a huge cast was lifted off my shoulders. The paps haven’t figured out our location yet, and I hope to fuck it remains that way.

Slim’s dad, Slim Sr., was also at the house. He was from Ireland, born and bred there. He came to the states after Slim was born and still had a thick accent. He was the coolest dude around. My parents were good friends with Slim Sr. and came to Louisiana together. I was lucky to have them all in my life.

We finally settle inside. I have crutches to get me around, but they are fucking annoying and hurt underneath the armpits. Hate having to use them. When I lay down on my bed, I am overly excited. “Can’t tell you how good it feels to be in my own fucking bed again!”

“Wayne, Raquel is right outside this door. Keep the language to a minimal, please,” Mom tells me, as she’s closing my door.

Totally forgot Raquel is in the house. “Sorry, Mom.” I chuckle, “Oops.”

“You are a bad boy,” Melody laughs along with me.

“Never said I wasn’t. Come here and give me a kiss before you go.” I wiggle my finger to my woman, to get her beautiful ass over to me. She complies, then climbs on the bed, wrapping her body around mine. I devour her mouth, moaning, “Mmm. God, I want you so bad. Fucking hate this damn cast.”

“In due time, Sexy.”

“You can still blow me, you know?”

She laughs, “I know, and I will.”

“Yeah? Tonight?”

“Maybe,” she whispers against my lips. “If you’re a good little boy.”

“I’m always a good little boy,” squeezing the bottom of her ass.

We start kissing again, feeling each other’s bodies. It’s getting really hot in here. I need to fuck her so bad, my dick is raging against the material of my workout shorts.

In the middle of making out, my door flies open. “Ew!!!! Cooties!” Raquel screams out, slamming the door behind her. We hear her telling my mom about her discovery, and get to laughing so hard our sides start to ache. That was some funny shit. Love that kid.