My Melody (Downtown Book 3) (5 page)

“It was a long tour.”

“Yes it was,” she pats my cheek.

“Plus, we did our first music video right when we got home which was intense, but it was so worth it,” I explain, as I take a seat at the table. “Such a good time.”

“A music video?” My mom gasps. “My goodness, how amazing! You must be exhausted.” She goes to the counter and begins making me a sandwich. I’m famished.

“Sure am. Where’s Pop?”

“Gamps is getting ice cweam fo me! Stwabewy, my favowite!” Raquel exclaims.

“You lucky girl, you! Chocolate is
my
favorite.”

“I know that silly! Mommy told me,” she takes a bite of her peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

I lean in closer to Raquel. “Mommy knows too much about me.”

“Yeah,” she giggles with her mouth full. “She said you a wockstar! You famous!”

I chuckle. “Well in a way I guess I am, kiddo.”

After she swallows her bite she asks, “Will I get to see you on TV?”

“You sure will.”

“Yay!”

I love this kid. My mom takes care of Raquel while my sister and her husband, Robbie work full-time. Their both lawyers. Mom insisted on taking care of her granddaughter, since she has always been a stay at home mom. My dad works as a computer engineer, and has one more year before he retires. He’s worked his ass off my entire life and deserves to finally take time for himself.

My mom brought me a big turkey and cheese sub sandwich. Damn, the thing melted in my mouth. We were able to catch up, talk more about the tour, how life was treating me and the band. I told her about the big summer tour we’ll be doing in July. We’ll be traveling around the U.S., once again, with the best bands out there. I can’t wait!

Once I finished lunch, my dad walks in. “Well look what the cat dragged in!” He places a bag with the ice cream in it, onto the counter.

“Ice cweam, Ice cweam!” Raquel claps her hands with excitement. My mom takes her into the bathroom to help wash her up; she was sticky from the PB&J.

I get up from the chair, then allow my dad to pull me in for a hug. “Hey, Pop.”

He slaps me on the back. “Good to have you home, Son. Let's go outside, have a beer,” he suggests. My dad grabs a couple beers and pops them open. We go out back, make ourselves comfortable on the patio chairs and take a long, first guzzle of our brew. “The tour seemed to go well, huh? Saw a lot videos and pictures. Looked as though you had a great time.”

“Totally! It was a badass tour. I thrive on that shit.”

“The women love you, no doubt,” he winks, then takes another drink.

“And I love the women,” I agree, following with a soft laugh.

“Like father like son.”

We fall into our old pattern of discussing football. Pop played the sport all throughout high school and college, yet chose computer engineering for his career. It’s been a great career for him, but he’s getting tired of the bullshit company he works for. He took today off to spend time with Raquel. She’s the apple in his eye and spoils her to death. After sports talk, Pop tells me all the home improvement shit he’ll be getting around to once he retires. He wants to redo the bathrooms, and upgrade the backyard. He’s never been one that gets anything done too quickly. I’ll be surprised if he actually gets the bathrooms done in the next couple years. He’d rather be brewing beer than home improvements. The backyard, in my opinion, looks pretty cleaned up, comfortable. I agree it needs a little landscaping, but at least we can come out here and not see piles of old wood and tools lying around anymore, not like when we were kids. Took my dad years to clean it up. With the money that I’m making now, maybe my parents will accept some help from me? My dad is a proud man. I’m not sure if he’ll accept anything from me.

We get talking about women, once again. Our conversations always lead to them. I don’t hide any facts that I fucking love women. I know I have always been a player in the past, but…now there’s Melody. Every time I think of her my dick stiffens.

I lean against my knees, and ask, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Shit, Son, you can ask me anything.”

We have always talked about stuff like this. However…this right here…it’s all so new to me. I’m not quite sure how to go about it. “How did you know Mom was the one?”

My dad takes a drink first. “Hell, I’ll never forget it. She knocked me off my rocker like no other. Blew me the fuck away. We had an instant connection, I guess you could say. She had this fire in her that I never experienced.”
Fuck me. Sounds exactly like me and Melody.
“On top of that, she was,
and
still is the most beautiful woman in my eyes,” he ends on a grin; he’s remembering like it was yesterday. I can tell he’s still so in love with her. “You going through something similar? I know that look, Son.” He points the tip of his bottle toward me. “You’ve fallen for someone.”

Pop knows me too well. I swipe a hand through my hair. “Damn, it’s complicated.”

“Nothing complicated about love,” he’s says matter of factly.

I pause on that last word he mentioned -
Love.
It scares the shit outta me. “This woman, though…she’s holding back on me. I haven’t seen her since the middle of the tour. She’s got me by my balls, but…” I stall, slowly shaking my head.

“She must be scared about something.”

“Yeah, that’s it. I want her though. More than anyone,” I admit. “I never thought I’d ever be this pussy whipped. I love being single - “

“Love happens to those that aren’t looking.”

There’s that word again. “I’m not even sure it’s love I have for her, though, Pop.”

He puts his empty bottle on the table. “Wayne, I have never seen you this choked up for a woman. It’s love,” he bluntly states.

“I barely know her.”

“But your heart doesn’t lie. It knows the difference between love and lust.”

“I definitely lust for her,” I mumble to myself.

“Have you seen her since you got back?”

“No. I’ve been so fucking busy. The second we hit San Diego, we went up to LA to make the music video. I’m wiped.” I finish off my beer and put it aside.

“Go see her today.”

“Yeah, was thinking about it.”

“No thinking, just do it.” My dad doesn’t know when to give up. He has his heart set on me having a love like he has with my mom. The problem is, I’ve never seen myself tied to one person for the rest of my life. Yet at the same time I haven’t wanted anyone else since I’ve met Melody. She’s taken control over my dick - and yeah…my heart.

“What are my boys up to?” My mom joins us and takes a seat on my dad’s lap.

“Talking women of course, my love!” He kisses her on the cheek.

She laughs. “Oh boy, some things never change.”

I stayed for a little longer and played a board game of
Chutes and Ladders
with Raquel. I’ve missed my sweet princess. It’s been awhile since I’ve spent any time with her.

After playing catch up with my niece, I make the decision to go see Melody. I can’t get her out of my head. I am suddenly aching for her.

“Wayne…proud of you, Son,” my dad says as he claps me on the back. “Seeing you in the spotlight…I always knew you’d make it.”

“Thanks, Pop.” Their support means everything to me. I give my mom a hug goodbye before I walk out to my car. “Love you guys. Let Amber know I’ll see her soon.”

“Yes! She’ll be pissed off if you don’t come to your own birthday barbeque, in a couple weeks. You know how much she relies on seeing her baby brother,” she reminds me.

I chuckle. “Yeah, well she has nothing to worry about. I definitely won’t miss my own party.”

Walking away my mom shouts, “Bring those boys of yours too! It’s time they are shown what a good time the Priest’s are.”

No doubt - the Priest family fucking rocks.

Not long after I left my parents’ house I find myself outside Melody’s front door. I knock and anxiously wait; hands jiggling inside my front jean pockets. The click of the locks unlocking get me excited - and it’s not just the hard-on that is developing either, I really want to see her. I suck in a tight breath when Melody opens the door.

Her eyes widen when she sees me. “Rocker Boy,” she whispers out.

Rocker Boy.
That’s a new one. I fucking love it. I slowly slide down my ray bans, then look at her from head to toe and take in the sexy woman standing before me. She’s got on these tiny black shorts and tank that make me think dirty thoughts. Her tits are outstanding; so big, so full, so right for my hands and definitely right for my mouth - it’s watering. “Is your sister home?”

“No.”

“Good. Clothes off. Now,” I order. Melody complies and allows me to step inside her condo. She barely gets the door closed when I press her up against it, slamming our bodies together while I take in those luscious, naked lips of hers.
Damn, I have missed her.
The last time we were together she had her panic attack and I left upset. To have her back in my arms is insanely gratifying. I slide my hands down inside her tiny shorts, squeezing her amazing, plump rump. She follows suit. Her fingers inch their way up inside my shirt, lightly scratching the surface of my skin. We moan in each others mouths from the contact we so desperately have been missing. Our drive to have one another is unstoppable. “God, I fucking need you, Melody baby,” I say as I am devouring the side of her throat.

“Take me,” she begs, huskily.

I rub my hard cock against her belly, showing her how much I want her, how much I need to be inside her. She immediately whimpers and shoves our mouths back together. I take that invitation as a welcome to whip down her shorts. She kicks them off. Soon after she flashes me her impressive tits as she takes the tank off. I lose my breath. I take a second to eye her beautiful, sexy curves. I slow things down. I take one large breast into my hand and allow my mouth to catch the prize.
Exquisite
. Her nipple is hard, like a small pebble. I bite down on it, hard. Melody squeals from the intensity. I am not taking it easy on her. I continue to lick it, then tug on it with my teeth.
Sweet fucking candy
. Her hands go to my hair. She pulls on the strands as I take my time. I go to the other nipple and tease it just the same.

This woman - what she does to me. She’s sexy as hell, naked, tan, long legs, big glorious tits, dark hair and a gorgeous face to follow. Hearing and seeing her get riled up just for me, turns me the fuck on like no other. Standing before her, I still have my clothes on, yet I could live without getting naked just to see her like this, at my mercy, for the rest of my life. However, I don’t want to make my voluptuous woman wait any longer. Hell,
I
can’t wait any longer. I unlatch her plumped nipple, then kiss between her rack, running my mouth and my tongue down toward the middle of her navel. My hands cup the back of her ass cheeks. “Spread your legs,” I softly command her. My hungry, watering mouth awaits her soaking wet pussy. Once those legs are spread, I take one, lift it up and place it over my left shoulder. I dive in. I lick her. I devour her long and slow. She sounds glorious when I enter her heat.
Tastes incredible.
I’d never tire of this, of her. I want to savor, relish her body like it’s my last meal on earth.

Her breathing is speeding up. She grips onto my hair and tightens the hold on my scalp until it’s burning. I love how I make Melody fight for what she wants - even if it feels as though my hair is going to rip from their roots. After several minutes, I lift her other leg. I place it over my right shoulder and stand up. Her upper body is above my head; she’s on my shoulders and still connected to my mouth. My hands stay planted on her ass, as I guide us toward her open couch bed. The weight of her body is light as can be. To be able to lift her onto my face without struggling is one of the reasons why I workout so much. I feel powerful and strong. Nothing gets me more excited than having my strength help make a woman feel weightless. Especially Melody. She’s a tall, curvaceous woman. That’s what I love. Forget the overly skinny, underweight chicks I’ve been with in the past. I am all into this amazing woman on my shoulders.
Sexy as fuck.

After I lay her on the bed I continue to suck on her. Eat her out. Make her body split in two. She’s making those whimpering noises again, pulling on her own hair this time; her head whips from side to side as I devour everything from inside her. I get a finger or two in and pump her flesh until she convulses. I slow down my rhythm, then lick the juices that flow out from within. I lick her dry. Not too dry, though. No. I’m not done. I strip down to my birthday suit, then without any more foreplay I plunge inside Melody - hard and fast. She doesn’t complain about my abrupt move. I know she can handle me. She’s not delicate by any means. We are so in sync. We can have it rough or gentle and still be dynamic. The way we move as one makes us so fucking perfect together, I literally cannot see myself with anyone else. She’s become my fire, my destiny, my equal.
Holy fuck, I think I am in love with her.
The overwhelming realization hits my inner core. It drives me to go deeper, harder - to rupture every last bit of myself, until it’s buried inside her. I have taken root. I now claim her as mine.

We’re both out of breath and tangled up in each other’s arms. I glide my fingers along her back while she does the same with my chest. I seriously love the way she touches me. I am so drawn to her and completely infatuated. I’m not sure if it’s the age thing or what, but she is nothing like the women I’ve been with. I just know she’s my match made in heaven.

“You never called me,” Melody says.

“You didn’t either.”

“I was waiting for you.”

“I was waiting for you too.”

“What?” She pops her head up. “You said -”

I place my finger on her lips to shut her up. “I know what I said, but you still could’ve called. Would never turn down a phonegasm.”

“What the hell?” she laughs.
Fucking love her laugh.
“Phonegasm?”

“Wayne Priest language, Baby,” I wink. She scoots herself up to my lips and kisses me. We make out, soft and slow. She nips the bottom of my lip with her teeth then settles her head back down onto my chest. Her hair splays out on my pecks and around her head. I can smell the scent coming off from it. It’s a mixture of something sweet, with a little bit of coconut. Women always have fucking great smells. They use these products that drive me insane.
Melody
drives me insane.