Rocked by an Angel (2 page)

"Then, why didn't you come after me?" she murmured quietly, looking deep into his eyes and searching for the truth.

He stayed silent, running his hand through his already tousled hair. He gave a heartfelt sigh, and for a second he looked like he had been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders for longer than she had realized.

He stepped closer to her, until their toes were almost touching. "Did it ever occur to you that I know chasing someone and forcing them back doesn't really mean they'll love you in return?"

She bit back her retort sharply before it left her mouth. It would do no good to profess how much she had been, and maybe still was, in love with him. She recalled the story of his mother, who had taken off when he was young. She remembered long ago, curled up next to a campfire, when he had told her about how he had spent weeks searching for her, only to find her and have her laugh in his face at the suggestion of returning to her family.

She hadn't realized the similarities between the two situations and felt sick to her stomach. Picturing him as a small child, vulnerable and scared, searching for some motherly love and finding instead a cruel, heartless woman. She thought of her own parents, and how dearly they had loved her for as long as they could.

Jackson saw the understanding sweep across her face. He didn't like feeling this open and honest with anyone, but he did still trust Melody, for whatever reason. He saw her reach toward him unconsciously, and he had to still his body so he wouldn't flinch away from the warm heat of her body touching his. He felt her fingertips trace down his arm until her fingers laced around his. He had always loved this small touch, the feel of her soft warm fingers clasped in his rough, scarred ones. It made him feel protective, like he could keep her safe and with him for all time.

Each of them took a step forward until they were wrapped in each other's arms, just like old times. She wound her arms around his neck and placed her lips on the side of his throat. He spanned her back and tugged her closer to him.

Melody was tired of not having everything she wanted. And right now she dearly wanted Jackson Kent. More than she could remember wanting anything. She didn't know much about him now...didn't know what he did for a living, or if he was happy, or if he was even unmarried.

As the thought raced across her mind, it was easily dismissed. If she knew one thing about Jackson, it was that he was loyal. She had never worried about him straying when all her friends made it known that he was a prime specimen. Her forehead drooped against his chest until all of her weight was resting against him. She felt his fingertips at the nape of her neck, teasing the fine hairs there. She let her eyelids droop shut and just took in the smell of his body, noticing the heat that it was putting off. She shuddered when he pressed his lips against her exposed cheek. Deciding to go with her gut, she shifted her face closer to his until his lips met hers in a long exploratory kiss. She heard herself moan in the distance and angled her lips more firmly over his. The kiss escalated quickly until they were both out of breath and frantic.

He looked shocked, and she knew she must look the same way. He recovered faster, half carrying her up the stairs to what she assumed was his bedroom. While he turned out the lights, she took the time to observe. It was manly, but clean. No frivolities, no lace...just like him. And damn, if she didn't like that about him. He was all man.

His blue eyes gleamed in the dim light and she felt ensnared by him. He walked toward her slowly, shedding his button-down shirt and cargo shorts. She slipped her shirt over her head and unbuttoned her jeans. He drew them off, first the left leg and then the right until she was clad only into her pale blue panties and bra. He took a second to admire her, and she did the same.

When she licked her lips in anticipation, his gaze darkened. He placed a hand on the outside of each thigh, forcing her backwards and up against the headboard. He rained kisses along her eyelids, cheeks, and neck until he was licking the tops of her breasts. When the tip of his tongue stroked across her swollen nipples, she let out a soft scream. He laughed quietly...
some things never change
. She swatted him playfully and got an evil glare in her eyes. He opened his mouth to question her, and then felt her hand land gently on top of his cotton clad hardness. His whole body tensed in preparation. When she began to slide her hand up and down him, he threw back his head and enjoyed her silken warm touch against his aching member.

She drew off his boxer briefs, and then slid him into her mouth. His body jerked, as she sucked and licked him until he was half out of his mind with need. After having a couple close calls, he finally tugged her off of him and onto her back. Seeing her self-satisfied look, he decided to have a little payback. He drew down her panties and placed open-mouth kisses until he felt her hard clit. Now, it was her turn to spasm. He let his tongue drift over her wetness, sucking in until she cried out in need. He slid one long finger up into her and she began to gyrate around it. He increased suction until he felt her tremble against him. He slid a second finger in and felt her clench around him.

When she settled, he slid his cock deep into her with one stroke. She gasped at the invasion and he tensed his whole body, resisting the urge to drive into her hard and fast. Seconds later, she had her legs locked around him and was drawing him in deeper. He didn't think he'd ever felt anything or anyone as amazing as Melody, right here, right now. She was warm and wet and clenched tight around him. He pumped into her, feeling her nails rake across his bare back. Feeling the buildup and knowing he couldn't hold out much longer, he leaned down and took one turgid nipple into his mouth. She groaned and started to writhe with the need for release. When he bit down gently, her whole body started to shake. He felt her grip him inside and couldn't stop the blast that was bearing down. He came into her, and they stayed like that for a long time.

He looked out the window across the room and realized it was night. He stood, shaking the clenched muscles of his thighs out. Looking down on Melody, he thought he'd never seen anything so beautiful. Her hair was splayed out across the pillow,
his
pillow. This was right, he knew it.

The next morning he woke up happier than he had in a long time. He breathed deep into her hair, smelling her flowery perfume and the scent of
her
. She murmured in her sleep and rubbed up against him. He fought the urge to press closer against her. He pressed a kiss on her forehead, and then slid out of bed carefully. He grabbed a new pair of boxers out of the drawer and headed into shower.

Rinsing the soap out of his hair, he fought not to grin like an idiot and tried to figure out what his next move would be. Should he ask her out like he had so many years ago? Was that lame now? Maybe he should just assume she would be going out with him tonight? Or was that rude? After going back and forth, he decided he would just make plans and if she said yes, great.

He brushed his teeth quickly, and then headed out of the bathroom. The words he had died, as he realized she must've left while he was in the shower. He headed to the front door and confirmed that it was unlocked.

Nice work, Kent,
he lectured himself. He knew she tended to be flighty and would try avoid any kind of commitment. He should never have left without securing her for the next time. He finished getting ready and then headed to work.

Melody finished showering and thought about Jackson. She tried not to, but her brain wasn't listening to her. She kept picturing him over her, sliding into her. The soap slipped out of her numb fingers, and she cursed at herself for being so silly. She was a grown woman after all.

Late afternoon, she received a delivery. Seeing the big white daisies, she knew it was from Jackson. He knew she hated roses, hated how traditional and generic they were. Daisies were such a happy flower. She had once told him that you couldn't
not
be happy looking at a daisy. Trying to keep the smile off her face, she signed for them and brought them into her kitchen.

Attached to the flowers was a note.
Meet me tonight, 7 pm at Gardner's.
She thought for a split second and decided to accept. She wanted to say no, but she wasn't the type to deny herself happiness if it was harmless. At least, she hoped it was harmless.

After dinner that night, they headed back to his place. Before the after-dinner coffee was even poured, they were naked on his kitchen counter, like two horny school kids. In the morning, he drove her back to her place with the promise of picking her up around the same time and taking her to the local fish fry.

It became a routine with them, dinner at 7, make love until late night, take her back to her house in the morning. Melody was starting to think she could get used to this. And then it happened. He was in the shower with the door open, and she was cuddled up in bed waiting for him to coax her out of bed with coffee.

"Melody?" She murmured some kind of a response, cozy in her blankets.

He turned the water off and slung a towel loose around his hips. He waited for her to look up. When she blinked up at him sleepily, he wondered if he was about to ruin everything.

"Stay here," he demanded quietly. Her eyes focused immediately and he saw her body tense.

"You know I can't," she warned, for a split second wishing it wasn't true.

"You've already said it's too dangerous lately. You've done everything you hoped to accomplish. Just...come home." He tried to keep the whiny boy's voice from coming through, but inside he was wishing fervently.

She smiled a sad smile up at him and he knew it was over. "I should get home. I have some calls to make."

They both finished dressing, and he dropped her off like he normally did. This time when he asked what time to pick her up, she hesitated, saying she would let him know.

His day was dark and gloomy, knowing that she believed they were in the same place they had been so many years ago. Nothing had really changed. The motorcycle club still meant everything to him and her career still meant everything to her. All of his feelings had come back tenfold, but hers apparently had not changed. Her job and lifestyle were still at the top of her list.

It took him until the end of the day to realize that he couldn't let her leave. He would do whatever he had to do to get her to stay. He drove over to her place to tell her his plans for them. He was surprised when he didn't see her car in the driveway, but figured maybe she had to run errands.

Four days later, he realized she had left for good. She had taken everything important, had dead bolted the door, and the town realtor had mentioned to him that she had asked questions about selling before she had left, saying she would be in touch.

Jackson felt sick. He went to his club meeting like usual, but three members at different points came up to him, asking if everything was okay. Normally he would take a ride, but even cruising down the highway without her clutched against him felt wrong.

Damn her
, he thought, frustrated. She would take the one thing that had always completed him...besides her.

He decided to take a road trip, two weeks after she had left. This was not going to be a repeat of them as kids. She had once asked why he hadn't come after her, and he'd be damned if he let the same mistake happen again.

He reached her condo by nine the next morning. He figured it was a long shot - it was the place she only stayed when she wasn't on tour or practicing. He rang the doorbell and prayed.

After the third time, he heard steps on the stairs.

"Coming!" Even the sound of her voice made him miss her more. She threw open the door, and he caught a wave of her flowery scent. Whatever she was going to say died in her throat when she saw him. She stood there, gaping.

He took that opportunity to say his piece. "I know that you don't want to see me right now. I know you're trying to run away. And the last time that actually worked, but it's not going to work this time."

"I'm not-"

"Yes," he interrupted. "You are. You're running. Just like you did that first night and just like you did all those years ago."

She closed her mouth, looking at him intently.

"I love you, Melody. I probably always have. I used to tell you all the time and I should have,
could have
, told you that first day I saw you back in town."