Chapter 33
Melody
I had serious concerns about how much damage was done to his head. And yet out of all the times he was teaching me, something always came out of it, whether it was an orgasm or a true lesson.
I studied the music sheet, I knew the song, it was a classic, one that many from Memphis knew about. It was a part of history. A promise to give a lover’s heart today, tomorrow, and forever.
It was hard not to sing along, but I focused on the dynamics of the piece, imagining an acoustic guitar picking the melody, and a symphony from a chorus. The piano piece was always my favorite.
Hound slowly walked closer, pulling a chair to what I imagined was behind me. My body tingled with the knowledge that he was watching me, and the curiosity of what he really meant by his intentions.
But I kept playing until the very end. I stopped and waited for him to do something. Hell, I was waiting for him to pounce on me. But simply said to start again. And I did, following his instruction. I replayed the song, barely looking at the sheet music, knowing my mind had it already ingrained.
By the first chorus, a brush from Hound’s hand caressed my neck. I flinched, ending up creating the wrong note.
“Start again, songbird,” he said, but his hand never left.
I followed his order again, restarted the song. I suddenly felt his hot breath on my skin, right above my right ear. I tried so hard to not think about how close he was and continued to play. It was hard not to move, but his touch was so damn addictive that I couldn’t.
Then he lightly brushed my hair to the side, allowing him to plant kisses from my neck to my shoulders.
I accidentally let the melody build by taking it in my own hands. Between the mixture of the music building between us and the warm sensation of my body, internally I was ready to explode. But part of me wanted to make him proud that I was strong enough to do this, strong enough to overcome things that he thought I could.
His low groan as he kept exploring every inch vibrated against me. “Mm, such a good little student.”
I replayed the piece, my body set on fire and fueled with need, wanting to move and touch him. I knew that he would drive me crazy, but it felt like torture.
“Please,” I whimpered.
He shook his head, as his hands glided down my body, caressing my breasts. The sudden feeling made me jump out of my skin causing me to make a few sharp notes. I grunted in not only agony but disappointment. I was doing so good.
“Again, little songbird,” he whispered in the shell of my ear. A little nip at my ear had me on the edge ready to throw in the towel. “You were doing so well. And you know what good girls get right?”
“A reward. And it better be something better than a milkshake,” I joked. The craving had been strong for a good thick chocolate milkshake. But I wasn’t going to be disappointed if I got something else that was thick.
“This is what I’m talking about.” His hands cupped my breasts before diving into my shirt through my bra to pinch my already sensitive nipples. “When you’re focused on something like your music, like the notes that you can see without the sheets, you will soar.”
It wasn’t his words of lust and need that broke the rule, it was his damn words of encouragement that made me turn around to kiss him hard and deep. The sounds of our breaths and our groans were music to my ears. His weight pushed me to sit on the piano keys where the cascading notes made him chuckle.
He pulled back, “Naughty, Melody. You were so close to completing the lesson.”
“I moved, so sue me. Take that back, fuck me.” I groaned before pulling on his cut, pulling him back to kiss me like he meant it. “I understand what you mean. If I ignore everything and focus, allow my fingers, my mind to fidget with the music, it could help with easing my mind.”
It wasn't a completely bad idea, just not one to automatically pull out of the hat when I needed it.
“Belief in yourself, and yes, focusing on something else with your nerves. We’ll keep working on it. Even if we have to repeat this exercise.” He brushed a front piece of hair behind my ear.
Hound’s warm eyes casted this look like he was full of happiness and full of control. “You know it’s a shame that you didn’t last longer. I was fully ready to dive deep into a soaking mess.”
“I mean you can still do that; after all, you said I’ve been a very good student today.” I tugged on his beard.
He slowly reached for my shirt, tugging at the material attempting to take it off. “Yes, but you failed, which means no reward.”
Before he could say anything else, I pulled away and backed away from him. “I don’t think so, mister. You are on doctor’s orders! No heavy activity. And let’s just say, I can outlast you.”
He sat on the piano bench, leaning on the front, “You think so?”
I knew this was about to earn me more trouble than I was worth, but what’s the fun in that? “Oh yeah, let’s see, I’m younger than you, so I have more energy.”
“Keep talking.” Hound smirked.
“I know that I have lasted longer without sex and proper orgasms than you. And don’t try to deny, Shooter and Twitty are very chatty when you feed them.” I kept going. Maybe sometimes it was funnier to get the punishments than rewards, especially if the punishments turned into rewards.
Hound still had on that smirk, one of his many killer looks. “Such a pretty little mouth on you.”
“Only to suck you better, baby.”
“You’re just racking up that number you owe me,” he said, standing up to come toward me like he was stalking his prey.
“I’m not scared of you, Hound.”
“You never have to be scared around me, but you might hate me when I return to full activity.”
He was some sort of magician with being under his touch, his demand. It was freeing. For brief moments, I didn’t have to make a choice, I didn’t have to think about my next steps.
“Is that why you were counting? Keep track of something?” I circled around the piano, edging him to continue his little game. I loved seeing his playfulness, his side of giving in to the lighter side of his life.
“Perhaps. Guess you’ll have to find out soon.” He continued to stalk around the piano.
“I never thanked you, Hound,” I said.
He stopped in his tracks, looked at me inquisitively.
It was true, I didn’t thank him. Sure in the beginning, but after, for him believing in me, protecting me, and maybe even loving me the way he did, even if he hadn’t said those words yet.
My baby shook his head and flashed me that smile that made me weak in the knees, “Wasn’t looking for appreciation, maybe it’s me who should be thanking you.”
My dirty mind sparked a little bravery when I uttered the words, “I’m sure we both know how to express gratitude. Question is who’s going to be the first on their knees?”
He burst into a roaring laughter, covering his face from the redness in his cheeks. He rubbed his face and let out a boisterous groan. “Woman, you’re going to kill me from your sassiness and temptation.”
Oh, there were ways I wanted to express that toward him.
Unfortunately, my little ploy to give in and win my own bet with Otis and Twitty didn’t go as planned and Hound wanted to get back to the compound.
I buckled my helmet, zipping up my cut, his name spread across my back. I looked over to Hound, flashing a soft smile in his direction, but his face said everything I needed. From soft and easy to high alert.
“Hound,” I softly said, hoping that it was just him being cautious. “What’s with the face, baby?”
He revved the engine of his bike, taking no time to tell me what was happening or what he saw. “Get on, now,” he demanded, almost like a subtle plea. I thrust my legs over the back, hanging on for dear life. I could barely make out what he was saying, but I knew he wasn’t talking to me. He had a way to call the club.
“I need anyone we can spare, 23rd and Jackson, now,” was all I could hear. The bike sped through traffic, ignoring all the beeping and people shouting in their cars. I turned my head back noticing a large black SUV moving alongside, following our path.
I gripped around Hound’s waist tighter, holding back the panic in my body before I caused us to have an accident. I feared the worst, I feared that we weren’t going to get out of this, that Hound and or myself wouldn’t make it out.
I prayed to whoever was listening for help or the very least safety.
I could feel Hound’s holster from my arms sliding down his body. The intrusive thought of whipping it out and trying to distract them should have been buried deep in my mind. I could feel Hound’s racing heart and the sweat that dripped from his neck.
The sentimental in me allowed one of my hands to slide over his heart, tapping it, letting him know that we’d be alright.
As Hound turned the corner, I saw two bikes over his shoulder. But as we passed them they weren’t the clubs, but another patched club. When they noticed us, they swooped around idled cars attempting to catch up with the black SUV that we hadn’t lost.
Hound’s body heated up like an inferno. He kept watching for an opening, I didn’t know what was going on in that brain of his and maybe that’s what should have been the part I was scared about.