Unmask (Adrenaline Series (Stand Alone) Book 4) (8 page)

Drew

You know what I hate about clay? No matter how much I try to get this shit off my body it finds a crevice to hide in. No joke. I showered last night, scrubbed myself so hard you would think I might've used a Brillo pad, only to find it dried in random places on my skin. Fucking hate clay...

Slightly groggy, I stretch through the aches in my body.

That's new too. Part of me wonders if it's because of the mattress. I feel like that princess who couldn't sleep with a pea under mattress. Did I really just call myself a princess? Wow. If you see my testicles that I lost while I was sleeping could you kick 'em back over please?

I head for the bathroom with a slight limp in the leg that was grazed.

It hadn't been hurting, but it is this morning. Strange. That's probably normal. I was grazed by a bullet
.

Turning on the light in the small luxury bathroom, I immediately turn my attention to the slight discoloration of my skin near the injury. Confused on what the hell that's about I lift my leg onto the marble counter and stare.

Unsure of how long I've been poking at the area, I'm startled by a voice. “Gym stretches?”

I look over at Melody who's in a pair of white scrubs with her hair freshly braided. She's holding a glass of water and two pills out for me.

Casually I drop my leg back to the ground. “Aren't you supposed to stay fit in prison?” Instead of giving her a chance to take that the wrong way, I quickly add, “At least that's how it is in the movies. Every prison movie...ever...”

She giggles and shrugs. “I wouldn't know.”

“You don't watch movies?”

Melody's cheer instantly dissolves into somberness.

Fuck. I gotta figure out how to stop doing that. Yesterday I was trying to kiss her...yeah hold all judgments on falling for the girl who is holding you hostage against her own will please...and managed to get my own foot in my mouth. That never happens outside this place yet with her it keeps happening. What the hell is wrong with me
?

“No. Not in years,” she softly answers. Clearing her throat she offers the contents of her hands again. “Take these. They'll help with the pain.”

I grab the glass and down the two pills. “Is the discoloring in my leg-”

“Normal? Yes. It's just healing. Oddly, but considering how you were stitched up, there's nothing to worry about. I'll check for infection again tomorrow.”

Nodding I lean my ass against the counter. “So you're a doctor now too?”

She reaches for the glass. “I'm a lot of things, Drew.”

Quickly I move the glass out of the way. “Beautiful should be at the top of the list.”

There's a brief blush on her cheeks.  With a simple shake of her head, she bats it away. “Glass, please?”

I scoot over and hold it higher. “Are you in a hurry?”

She huffs and looks up at the object just out of her reach. “A bit.”

“To run off again?” I question. “You didn't even return before I crashed.”

“I wasn't aware you were keeping tabs on me,” she snips and folds her arms across her chest. “That's actually
my job
while you're here.”

I smirk. “Doesn't mean, I can't do the same.”

“Give me the glass, Drew.”

Nonchalantly I shake my head. She moves further in the bathroom to reach for it again.

Oh I know exactly what I'm doing. Don't call me a child.

“There aren't cameras in here,” I state slowly. “How come?”

“Because there's audio.”

Baffled how that makes sense I toss my hand in the air waiting for her to explain.

“False privacy tactic. You think you're safe. You might slip up and make a mistake. Say something you wouldn't have when cameras were watching. No. He doesn't listen to it any more than he watches the tapes. Like I said, unless he's given a reason, it's more for show than anything else.” She moves towards me again. “Now, glass.”

When I pretend to lower the glass, she takes the bait. Swiftly I wrap an arm around her waist and guide her against the wall that's opposite of the entry way. As soon as her back hits it, I drop my lips on top of hers. Like I expected she fights back, a hand banging at my chest while her lips don't try to deceive. They fall apart, inviting more of me in. I use the hand that's slipped around her back to pull her into me as I lean backwards to feel for the counter space for the glass. The second it's out of my possession, I use my other hand to support myself against the wall. With it stretched out, and my other hand tugging her into me as she tries to put on a facade of escape, I get lost into the rife waves of ecstasy.

I've kissed enough chicks to the point where after the initial moment, there's nothing left to be surprised by. Nothing left to thrill someone that's seen it all. Well...almost seen it all, it seems. I could kiss this chick forever. That's something I damn sure haven't had before.

She whimpers and pushes at my shoulder, which pulls my lips from hers. Melody stares at me, her azure eyes glazed over with a look I've seen a million times, but never been more thankful to as I am now. Slowly her head moves back and forth. I use the hand that was lingering on her hip to stroke her cheek. Her eyes lazily close. I take the invitation to return our tongues together, this time even more feverishly. Desperate to consume as much of her as I can in this one moment, this one moment I may never get again, I offer up my kisses like an oblation to this goddess who is just as imprisoned as I am.

To my surprise Melody grips the waist band of my boxers until my body is flush with hers. My dick nudges towards the heat radiating from her.

Can you blame him? He just better not come. If I bust a nut from the idea of this shit alone there's no reattaching my balls.

For only a moment longer, we remain lost in a whirlwind of tongues, touches, and the temptation to moan our delight and desire for more.

When she pulls back this time, she touches her swollen lips, regret as prevalent as excitement. Pushing past me, she grabs the glass and doesn't say another word. She shuts the door once she's on the other side, leaving my body in a state of distress that almost matches what's going on in my mind.

I pull back the shower curtain and start the water. In one easy motion, I'm naked and under the water, dick in my eager hand that's more than ready to help me find some relief.  Letting my head hit the space under the shower, the warm water rolls across my shoulders acting as a pathetic replacement for the warmth I'm seeking. It doesn't stop my hand or my mind from pretending it's something else. Suddenly the image of Mel naked, hands wrapping around my waist floods my mind, causing me to leak out the groans I couldn't before. The thought of her soft hand wrapped around my cock, jerking me back and forth, feels like I've stumbled upon the keys to the castle. The path to the ultimate fucking orgasm. In my mind she strokes faster, hand occasionally giving my nuts a tug. Each time her palm rubs against my ampallang piercing I let out another moan. At the moment they're so close together that it feels like I'm no longer breathing, I come hard, the fluid falling down the drain.  Struggling to capture my breath, I keep my eyes closed, the fact that I shouldn't be thinking about sex at a time like this is irrelevant.

Look, there's no escaping before the heist is to be completed. That's a fact. When the chance comes, I won't miss it. And if I can, I'm gonna free her too. Free her and bring her home to my bed where I will show her a life she hasn't been able to see in years. Keep showing her how good life should be. Keep sharing my life with her. My word.

Once I'm dry and in a pair of fresh sweat pants, I stroll out of my room to where Melody is putting breakfast on the round kitchen table.

Without looking at me she announces. “Omelets.”

“Are there veggies in them?”

Puzzled, she looks at me. “No...do you...do you not like vegetables?”

Flopping down in the wooden chair, I answer, “Not for breakfast.”

“Why not?”

“Do I look like Popeye to you?”

The joke works. Melody lets out a priceless laugh and another wall from her resistance fort comes down.

Hey, the sooner she realizes I'm not here to hurt her, but help her, the better
.

“You grow all your own vegetables, don't you?” She nods as she hands me a napkin. “Is that what makes your garden special enough to be called Eden?”

Slowly she shakes her head in denial before having a seat. “It's so much more than that.”

“Oh yeah?” I pick up my fork. “Will you show me?”

Melody's face tries not to smile. “Maybe.”

“Maybe is better than no.”

“Which is what people say while waiting for a reason to say yes,” she quotes.

Oh yeah. A girl who can throw my words back at me? How could I not wanna keep her?

After a chuckle I start in on my breakfast. Each bite, somehow, taste better than the last.

I've never fucking had eggs this good before. It shouldn't even be humanly possible to make them taste like this. No, you can't have a bite.

“What else is in the garden? Just flowers and shit?”

She leans back in her chair, eyes falling on me. “That too. Herbs. Plants that can be broken down to make different pharmaceutical needs. Ointments. Poisons. Antidotes.”

If she can do all that shit, why hasn't she poisoned The Devil yet? I mean, yeah it's probably not that easy. Chances are if she tried and failed, he'd kill her on the spot. Knowing how his fucking mind works, he'd probably spot the idea a mile away. Well, I bet the thought has at least crossed her mind.

“How do you even get started learning that shit?”

Melody offers me a wide smile this time. “Plants are easier to get along with than people.”

I chuckle. “That's how my big brother feels about cars.”

She giggles.

Fuck I love that sound.

“Given that you think being Queen of the Amazon is easier than Queen of the Social Pyramid, what else spurred you to wanna...be Poison Ivy?”

When she laughs again, this time her head falls back and the smallest snort comes out of her. “A Batman reference, really?”

“So you do know movies?”

“Old ones,” she sheepishly confesses.

“Well when I get you the fuck out of this place, updating you on those will definitely be on the list of things to do.”

Melody doesn't acknowledge the declaration. “My father died of an overdose. I wondered why. Wondered how. I had an early interest in chemical compound break downs like that. I graduated high school early, started college at 17, was almost done with my master's degree when I ended up...here.”