Authors: S.K. Munt
Unchained Melody (26 page)
‘If you are not ready now, with a soul full of regret, then you never will be.’ Ardos also rose, and it was like curtains had been drawn behind his eyes, like his voice had flattened to nothing of substance.
‘You don’t know that,’ Callie protested, but without much vindication. Because she did not know otherwise. ‘Maybe when I’ve seen this through…’
‘If you see this through, you will give your heart to Hunter or Ryan, or become drunk on your own power again. Any idiot can see that. I just wish I’d seen it before I dared get my hopes up.’ Ardos turned and strode away, and Callie did not follow him because once again, she did not know if she could deny that either without lying. So she turned back to Hendra, who was now clasping her mate’s hand. Calliope swore to herself then and there, that the next time she returned to Helicon, she would make an effort to converse with everyone there, even those she couldn’t see.
‘How long have I been here?’ She asked softly.
‘Fifteen minutes. So, half a day perhaps?’
Callie nodded. That was better than three years of time-lapse! She swung back to Imogen. ‘I will make this up to you, sister. I just do not have time right now.’
Imogen’s arms were folded across her ribs and though she was staring to the side, as though staring back into time, she nodded. ‘Go, Calliope. I do not have to like you, to understand why you are compelled to do as you have.’
Calliope dove back into the gorge, knowing instinctively, that she would come out exactly where she needed to be.
Hunter almost fell to his knees with relief when he stormed into one of the dance rooms on the darkened and silent AVPAC campus and saw Callie whirling across the floor, a frenzy of pale pink and black as she whipped and leaped from barre to barre, her pink slippered feet touching down only briefly before taking flight again; just as she’d said she would be.
He reclined against one of the mirrored walls and clutched his throbbing temples in his hands, trying to work out if he should cuss her out or cover her with kisses for scaring the shit out of him again by vanishing into a storm- a storm she wasn’t supposed to be afraid of anymore.
The sound system was built into the wall on the other side of the door and he turned the volume of Gwen Stefani’s What You Waiting For down to almost off. Callie did not stumble, and she did not whip around like he’d expected. Rather, she slowed her turn to half-speed and pivoted, facing him in a perfect ‘fifth position’ as though she’d intended to do just that. He knew what it was, because she’d had him drill her on them when they were nine. She lowered to her heels and gracefully let her arms fall. She was sweating, glowing, breathless.
‘Have you finished your song?’ She asked.
Hunter snorted softly, shaking his head as he crossed the room to her. ‘Have I finished my song?’ He repeated. When he was only a few feet away from her, he crossed his arms and gave her a: ‘Don’t fuck with me’ look. ‘That’s all you have to say for yourself?’
Callie went to the barre, staring at him in the reflection as she lifted one foot to rest on the timber rail and stretched the opposite arm towards it. ‘You know?’
‘How could I not know?’ He snapped, coming up behind her reflexively, putting his hand on her side and pushing her closer. Her flesh was taut and hot, and as much as he wanted to check out her ass so close to his hands, he didn’t dare look away from her eyes. ‘Ryan saw you flip out. He said he couldn’t catch you.’
‘The only thing Ryan was in any shape to catch today, was the clap,’ Callie joked, standing up and moving her heel so that she could work her inner thigh.
Hunter stiffened inside his jeans when he took her hips and pressed her into the barre. ‘I don’t think it’s funny,’ he muttered.
‘VD rarely is.’ Callie bumped him off and then turned, bracing her hands against the barre and nodding towards her foot. Hunter bent to catch it and then slowly began to raise it to the side. Callie braced her supporting leg against his foot, then brought in her knee and extended it up until her calf was pinned between their shoulders. Her leg trembled, the only sign that this wasn’t as effortless as she made it look, and then she whispered. ‘Now push. Hard. There’s no need to be gentle from hereon out.’
Hunter panted as he leaned his weight against her. Callie’s calf stretched further, until it was tilting over her shoulder. Hunter glanced down at their bodies and sighed in pleasure at the sight. ‘I want to take you like this.’ He whispered, sliding his hand up her ankle like she was the neck of his guitar. He pressed himself into her. ‘But I’m too pissed off still and you’re not exactly trying to explain anything.’
Callie sighed as well, her eyes closing. ‘I had an episode Hunter, and I handled it and I’ll go see a doctor next week.’
‘I thought you were past your fear of storms.’
‘I am. That panic attack came from nowhere.’
‘If it was Ryan’s fault, I’ll kill him.’
‘It wasn’t,’ Callie moaned as his pressure increased- her pointe shoe touching the glass mirror behind her shoulder as her eyes fluttered open. ‘And if you want to take me like this… well why are you telling me what a bad little girl I’ve been, rather than showing me?’
Hunter grunted, dropped her leg, twisted her, pressed himself into the curve of her backside as he steered her face to meet his eyes in the mirror. ‘Sometimes I wonder…’ he tugged the straps of her leotard down her shoulders. Pale pink fabric gave way to gloriously bronzed breasts, trapping her arms at her sides. He reached around, both hands caressing her sweat-moistened flesh, his cock hardening further when she bowed her back, filling his hands with her swelling breasts. Her nipples were tight, and he could feel them tickling the centre of his palms. ‘If you’re not playing some game with me without explaining the rules first.’ He tweaked her nipples with his fingertips simultaneously, a little harder than he usually would and Callie gasped, rolling her hips into his encouragingly. It looked so hot that his brain began to cloud.
‘I have no idea what you’re talking about Hunter,’ Callie opened her eyes so that he could see how they smoldered. That secret smile was back on her lips, telling him that he didn’t know Callie Clay as well as he thought. ‘I just want to make music together, you know?’ She slid her hand down between them, grasping his cock, squeezing it encouragingly and making him snarl primally. ‘You’re the one who keeps provoking me to fuck you.’
Hunter pressed his tongue into the roof of his mouth, hooked his thumbs over her leotard again and bent, shoving it down to her knees, taking the little black chiffon wrap she wore around her waist with it and rising again, licking an appreciative trail up the back of her thigh, sampling her sweet, salty taste all the way up to her tailbone, and when he got there, he reached his fingers around, rubbing her clit while he playfully nipped at her ass with his teeth; biting, suckling, tasting her- groaning when she ground against his fingers and yelped in delight.
‘I don’t give a fuck about music right now.’ He stood, not taking his hand from her sex, pressing into her harder, slower, wetting the tips of his fingers as he sucked hard on the base of her throat. ‘I want your heart Callie. And this of course; this I’m going to play with until you give me the other.’ He slid the tips of three fingers inside her, just enough to tease, watching her reflection as she groaned and fell against him, opening her body to his hands- to his eyes.
‘You don’t know what you’re asking for Hunter. This is dangerous. I could hurt you. You could kill me.’ Her body trembled, her hips moving back against his hand, establishing a rhythm he knew was responsible for her quickening breaths.
‘I would never hurt you again,’ he whispered back, plunging his fingers inside her more deeply. She was so wet that he couldn’t even stand it. Keeping her pressed into his hip with his circling hands, he withdrew the other from her and used it to ease himself out of his jeans and guide it between her thighs. Callie moaned again and he thrust up into her as roughly as he had the night before, knowing that she needed it now, that she was as frustrated with their unusual romance as he was and all he had to do to get her to stop over-thinking it all, was to fuck her senseless.
Feeling her slide onto his length, feeling himself ram into the softest, clenching parts of her was like sliding into heaven all over again but burning in hell because she still hadn’t told him that she was his to keep. He wanted her love even more than he wanted her tight body and the frustration was fueling his passion. He thumbed her as he thrust up and into her, and when her sex spasmed around him he let out a shout of pure elation and pumped into her wildly as his hand continued his assault. In and out in and out, heaven then hell then heaven then hell. Callie sounded like she was drowning in satisfaction from the inside out and when he was sure that he’d milked her clit for every last undulation he withdrew from her limp body, pulled her leg up as he’d had her before and thrust into her again.
‘Oh! Hunter...!’ Callie’s hands reached around, gripped his hips, her head falling back, her black hair spilling from her loose bun and sliding along the mirror behind her as she rode him right back, standing on one pointed toe as she rolled and tilted her hips to meet his thrusts- insatiable. Just when he thought he couldn’t get any deeper, or that she could feel any tighter, Callie’s knee hooked over his shoulder and slammed him into her and Hunter caught one of her breasts in his teeth and clamped it tightly on her nipple as he grunted and spilled himself inside her.
‘Yes!’ Callie began to spasm again, her voice echoing through the studio and his very soul. ‘What are you doing to me? Oh..!’
He ground his teeth together as the orgasm fell short of its expected satisfaction, making him realize that he wasn’t done yet, that this woman, this wild woman who’d been driving him out of his mind since he’d first been capable of lusty thoughts was now over-extended up against the ballet barre and milking his cock for every drop he had as in his hottest of fantasies.
His hand rose, pinned her ankle to the mirror so that she was stretched beyond contortion and thrust once more, than twice and then felt himself release again, harder overjoyed not that he’d come twice, but that Callie had come apart for him at last. She was shaking, tears were rolling down her face and he couldn’t remember the last time she’d inhaled. And so he breathed for her, catching her mouth as he lowered her leg and jerked inside her once more, crushing her against him.
Crushing the melody… he thought drowsily, as he claimed her parted lips. My Melody, sweet melody...
*
Hunter’s song seemed to creep out from his fingertips, sweep across the room, splash sound up against the walls and then slide back in a smooth retreat. ‘Melody / come to me / I live and breathe / our chemistry...’ Hunter sang with a slight shake of his head, a gentle curve to his lips, as though he’d forgotten that he had an audience and was just playing for sheer pleasure. His bandmates were leaning towards him, instruments silent in their hands, eyes shining.
‘Melody / you never dream / you spend your sleeping hours / haunting me…’ Hunter’s eyes flashed towards Callie and he winked before inhaling a supportive breath and letting his eyes fall shut again for the bridge: ‘You’ve never known your hold on me… You’re the beat of drums, the stroke of chords, the pitch in harmony… A guitar without strings, is an angel without wings, and without you I will always be…A sad, unfinished love song…With no Melody…’
Callie had to tear her eyes away from Hunter, afraid that her heart was going to leap from her chest and thunk silently to the floor at his feet. As the piano notes began to soften and fade, everyone began to clap and Callie did the same, letting a single tear roll down her cheek and hoping that its release would stave off the thousands more pressing against her eyes.
It was the most beautiful song she had heard in her life. And it was about her. She didn’t know how she’d managed to enchant Hunter so much with none of her usual resources in place but he was in love with her and never had infatuation transferred so clearly into someone’s voice.
‘Hunter… man!’ Callie heard the slap of hands against hands as Nick raised himself from behind his drum kit to congratulate the pianist. ‘That was incredible!’
‘It truly was bro,’ Rathe said, and there was another slap. ‘I didn’t even know you could tap the keys like that! Where’s all this been hiding?’
‘It’s always been there. I’m just…’ he glanced at Callie and winked. ‘Feeling it more lately.’ He bit his succulent lip. ‘Did you like it?’
Callie blushed, glad that Ryan was behind her so he couldn’t see how infatuated she was with Hunter at that moment, though she could still feel him burning holes into the back of her neck. She wiped the tear from her cheek and smiled a watery smile. ‘It was… everything, Hunter.’
His body relaxed and he pivoted on the seat, opening his arms to her. ‘Can a guy get a kiss from his Muse then?’
Callie blinked, stricken, and then realized that Hunter was using the term in a joking way. She got to her feet, crossed to him, and let him pull her down into his arms for a sweet kiss. His heart was pounding against hers, and she wondered if he could feel how light and faltering her heartbeat was in comparison.
‘Naw shucks,’ someone said. ‘I gotta get me one of them.’
‘I can’t wait to work on it!’ Nick sounded pumped, and he let out a few taps of his sticks upon the skins in front of him. ‘That bridge could be epic if we play it right; A guitar without strings, is an angel without wings!’ He punctuated each line with halting beats which struck heavier than Callie had imagined but sounded exactly right, changing the melody instantly from ballad, to rock. The guys all looked at each other and grinned and Hunter planted a big wet kiss on the side of her neck.
‘Hear that hot stuff? You are Rock ’N Roll.’
‘And you are over stimulated.’ Callie disentangled herself from Hunter’s hold, feeling self-conscious to be caressed so intimately in front of Ryan. ‘I have a class in about ten minutes and I don’t need to look like I give out extra credit.’
‘It’s a fantastic song.’ Ryan suddenly said, walking across the room from the stool he’d been perched on and lifting Hunter’s sheet music from the stand, his eyes sweeping over it. Callie wondered if he was reading it, or just looking for a reason not to look at either of them. It was clear that he was equal parts moved, thrown and impressed. He furrowed his brow. ‘I’ll have to drop it a key though… I think.’
Nick was nodding. ‘I was thinking that too. And I think there’s a bit where you could probably take it up a bit higher than Hunt did too, if you put your back into it. Somewhere around always be.’
‘No it was hold on me because my fingers like, air-guitared the shit out of that bit.’ Rathe leaned over Ryan’s shoulder, his fingers fidgeting like he was replaying imagined chords in his mind.
‘Wait- you want Ryan to sing it?’ Hunter did not attempt to disguise his shock.
Ryan looked at him sharply, and Callie wasn’t surprised. Though her heart had sank as Ryan had just assumed the song was his, Hunter had never been the sort to jockey for the limelight before. They’d all sensed that he wanted to, but in the past, he’d always taken a backseat to Ryan’s talent.
