Chapter 14
Melody
Dancing with Brooke is the most free I’ve felt in a long time. We had drinks in the VIP booth she was able to secure, and we talked about anything and everything. I felt so comfortable with Brooke that I ended up spilling to her that I was attacked a year ago, but I didn’t go into any more detail. She could probably guess the gist of it. Brooke lent her sympathy and quickly ordered us two shots. We toasted to “FUCK THAT ASSHOLE” before downing one after the other.
Feeling the alcohol kick in and the lights start to blur around us, we make our way down to the dance floor. Brooke was right, their DJ is incredible. We dance around each other, gaining the attention of the surrounding men who are more than eager to join us. Brooke looks over at me and laughs, enjoying every second of the attention. She quickly spins around, giving me her back so that she can dance with the man in front of her, basically grinding on his cock. Whatever girl, get it.
The man I am dancing with is very handsy. I’ve managed to avoid his grasp for the most part, but when the song changes he places his hands on my hips. Not liking the contact, I brush his hand off but continue dancing, hoping he gets the hint. Before I know it, he grabs my hip, biting into my tender flesh and starts grinding his semi-erect dick on my ass. Before I can shove him off, his presence is gone and the energy shifts. I can feel without even looking that someone else is dancing with me now. Not really caring as long as they don’t grab me like that fucker did, I continue dancing.
They place a hand lightly on my hip, not at all forcefully like the other guy, and I find that I’m welcoming it. We dance for a few beats and I feel him lean over my right shoulder. My skin breaks out in goosebumps, and I’m instantly turned on. What is wrong with me?! Before I can turn around, he leans in to me and whispers, “Hello, little sparrow.”
My brain freezes then warps into hyper speed, catching up with the man’s words. I turn so fast I’m surprised I don’t have whiplash. My eyes collide with the most captivating light blue eyes I’ve ever seen. My face must look hysterical because I can’t believe this is happening. How did he know I was here?! I never mentioned to him where we were going. He continues dancing with me, grabbing my arms and placing them around his neck. He’s wearing a cocky smirk on his face like he’s won a prize.
I can’t even stutter out a reply, I’m in such disbelief. When he continues dancing, his hands on my hips, I give in and start dancing with him. The energy between us is electrifying. Every part of my body he touches leaves a trail of fire in its wake. He lightly brushes his fingers down my arms, and I shiver with the feeling that it elicits. He leans down again, trapping me in his silvery-blue eyes. I turn my head to give him my ear, listening intently to what he has to say.
“Little sparrow, I’ve finally caught you. Now what am I to do with you?”
My mouth opens to reply but nothing comes out. His hand moves to my lower back, and he drags me closer, so close I can feel his erection rubbing on my lower stomach. My eyes widen at the contact, but in reality I am so turned on right now.
“Maybe somewhere a little more private,” I reply, shouting over the thrumming base of the music. Before he replies, I turn around and tap Brooke on the shoulder to get her attention. When she turns around, I let her know I’m going back up to the VIP booth. She looks behind me and her eyes widen before narrowing. She reaches over me and hits Jaxon.
“What the hell are you doing here, Jaxon? Can’t I have one night out on my own?!” she yells over the music.
Confused by how they know each other, I look from Brooke to Jaxon.
Taking pity on my confusion, Jaxon leans down to me and shouts, “That’s my sister!”
Everything clicks into place and I can’t believe how small the world really is. What are the chances? Something must click into place for Brooke too, because she leans over and shouts into my ear, “Is this the guy you were talking to earlier at the house?”
I nod my head and have the gall to look at her sheepishly.
“I didn’t know he was your brother,” I shout back.
“We are going to go up to the VIP booth to cool down a bit,” I shout again at her.
Brooke looks like she is going to protest before she levels a look at Jaxon. If looks could kill, he’d be dead three times over right now.
Jaxon merely smirks and lets out a chuckle that I can’t hear, but I clearly see. He takes my hand and leads me through the crowd. As we reach the stairs, he gestures for me to go first, placing a hand on my back as I pass in front of him. Feeling completely out of my element, I climb the stairs. When we reach the second floor balcony, I turn to look at him, hoping he takes the lead to what booth we should be going to. Jaxon cuts in front of me, taking my hand again, and leads me along to a darker part of the VIP section. While the music is still loud up here, we can at least hear conversations and only have to talk a little louder than normal.
When Jaxon finds what he’s looking for, he leads me to a booth in the corner of the second floor, set back into the shadows almost completely unnoticeable. As we get close to the booth, Jaxon gestures for me to sit first. I scoot my way into the circular booth, settling into the middle portion of the seat. Jaxon joins me, scooting his way in to sit next to me.
“Liking the club so far?” he asks while leaning back in the seat, bringing one arm around to the back of the booth. With his other hand, he starts to make slow circles on my leg. While the contact isn’t unwanted, it feels dangerous. Like I could combust and set this whole damn club on fire. His touch is intoxicating, and I think he knows it by the smirk on his face.
I blush and look down at my hands in my lap, too nervous to speak. Jaxon takes his hand and lifts my chin, leveling me with a searing look.
“Melody, are you OK?” he asks, concern overtaking his features.
“No, no, I’m fine. Just still in shock that we are meeting like this.”
“It was meant to be, little sparrow.”
“Why do you call me that?!”
“What? Little sparrow?” he asks.
“Yes, that. Why?”
“You just remind me of an innocent little bird.”
“So you say. How did you know where I would be?”
“I didn’t. This is my brother’s club. I come here every weekend.”
Feeling stupid that it’s such an obvious answer, I focus on the crowd in front of us. Jaxon isn’t having that though, he grabs my chin and turns me to look at him.
“Does that bother you, little sparrow?”
Does it bother me? I have a flash of jealousy when I think about how many women he must pick up from here, but I quickly squash it down.
“Not really, it’s just a weird coincidence. I tend not to believe in them.”
“Rest assured, I did not stalk you here,” he states, calming my nerves.
I take a good look at Jaxon then. He’s undeniably attractive, and I gravitate toward him so easily. The physical attraction that was present over the internet is tenfold in person. We talk a little more, discussing our likes and dislikes. All the while, he continues using his free hand to make small circles on my thigh.
Conversation with Jaxon is easy, a lot easier than I thought it was going to be. I thought I would feel embarrassed because of the sexting, but I’m not, surprisingly.
“So, Melody, what brought you here to Club LAX?”
“Just needed a night out is all. It’s been a stressful week to say the least.”
He leans over and whispers in my ear, “Can I help take some of that stress away…”
I bite my lip, contemplating his words. Jaxon all but groans before taking a hand and tangling it in my long hair. Tugging me closer to him, he whispers, “Don’t bite your lip unless you want me to take you right here in this booth.”
My eyes widen at his words, my cheeks flushing scarlet from the promise they hold. I bite my lip again without even thinking, and before I realize what is happening, Jaxon’s lips crash into mine. The kiss is scorching, his tongue sweeping my lips, begging for entrance. I meet his tongue with my own, and I swear fireworks are going off behind my eyelids. His tongue dances with mine and I’m moaning. Jaxon captures my moan with his mouth, biting my lip gently and pulling slightly. I hiss through my teeth. That was such a turn on. I’m pretty sure my panties are soaked by now, and I blush from the thought alone.
Jaxon takes control of the kiss, grabbing the back of my head and angling me in such a way that he’s able to deepen the kiss. I reach out a hand on his thigh to steady myself. My hand feels nothing but solid muscle.
What am I doing? Someone could see us at any moment now. Leaning back out of the kiss to put some space between us, Jaxon moves before I can utter a single word to him. The man grabs my hips and swings me over his lap so that I’m facing him. My dress rides up and I realize what I’m feeling is his hard cock directly against my hot center. Jaxon is looking directly at my breasts that have been conveniently thrust into his face. Throwing all caution to the wind, I run my hands through his short black hair, pulling softly so he looks up at me. This time, it’s my turn to smirk.
“Like what you see, Jax?”
“Mmm, very much so, little sparrow. Do you like what you feel?”
I shift my hips, grinding down on his cock. He throws his head back, letting out a breathy moan before leaning back to my ear.
“Keep doing that and I won’t be able to control myself.”
The thought excites me and before I can stop myself, I grind down on him again, giving him a teasing smile and a flutter of my lashes.
I lean forward and whisper, “What if I don’t want you to?”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, little sparrow.”
In answer, I grind down on him and lean into his ear taking the lobe between my teeth and letting out a breathy moan. This man can have all of me. I might regret it in the morning, but right now, he has all of me if he wants it.
“Show me what you got, Jax.”
Before I can even register what is happening, Jaxon lifts my hips and spins me around in his lap so my back is flush with his chest. His hands lightly feather up my thighs, pulling my dress up around my hips. I am a curvy woman, but Jaxon handles me like I’m light as a feather. Not wasting any time, he teases his fingers up my inner thigh and palms my throbbing center.
“Already so wet for me, aren’t you, baby? Absolutely dripping in need for this cock.”
I can’t say anything. I’m desperate for something, anything this man can give me to soothe this aching need I have. He applies pressure with his palm on my clit, and I’m involuntarily grinding my hips back into him, desperate for some sort of release.
He lets out a low chuckle in my ear before taking his fingers and moving my panties to the side. He rubs my lips, teasing me with his slow perusal. I let out a breathy moan. “Jaxon.”
“Hmm, little sparrow, do you want something?”
“Yes, please, yes. Anything,” I reply, grinding my ass against his erection. I love that I’m affecting him as much as he’s affecting me. I could get drunk off this feeling alone. Any moment someone could catch us, look a little too closely into our dark corner of the room. The thrill is intoxicating.
In answer, Jaxon takes a finger and slides it through my slick heat. I jerk, the sensation too much. He circles my clit in lazy circles before finally pushing a finger into my hot center, slightly curving his finger to find that sweet spot that has me riding his hand. As he fucks me with his finger, his thumb circles my clit at the same pace. He adds a second finger and I feel so deliciously stretched. His other hand comes up and wraps around my throat, squeezing the sides so the blood is restricted to my brain. The sensation is euphoric. He lets up slightly and the blood rushes back to my brain.
“Come for me, baby.” I erupt around his fingers, the walls of my pussy squeezing him. He doesn’t let up though, continuing to circle my clit at a grueling pace.
“It’s too much, Jax, I can’t.” I back up against him, trying to escape his ministrations, but he clamps an arm around my waist, locking me in place.
“You can, and you will. You’re going to take what I give you, is that understood?”
“Yes, oh god, yes,” is all I manage to reply before I’m riding the next wave of orgasm as it rips through me.