Chapter 6
SIX
That kiss was… It was completely unlike any kiss I’ve ever had.
There’s no way in hell I’m not pursuing her now.
Not that there was ever a real chance of that anyway. Fuck what Reis and Kai said. I want her, I miss her. I know now at twenty-five what I should’ve done at seventeen—fucking talked to her before leaving. I’m not letting her go without getting the whole story.
Feeling her body push back against me at the bar was enough to make my jeans tight. Then grinding against her on the dance floor while she held onto Markus and I? I barely held back from flipping her tight little skirt up and sliding my dick into her right there.
But Markus had to fuck it up, like usual.
One minute she was pulling us tighter and the next, she was gone.
Melody is shorter than most of the crowd, so I immediately fucking panic and dart off in the same direction she went.
Markus stands there stunned, like an idiot.
But out of the corner of my eye, I see him come alive and run toward me, toward her.
When I break through the edge of the crowd, I can’t find her.
Fuck. Fuck!
“Where’d she go?” Markus sounds as worried as I am. Our eyes dart around, watching the crowd like hawks for our girl. Off to the side, I see a door close.
Like a kid on a treasure hunt, I point and yell, “There!”
Running quickly into a fancy-ass bathroom, I throw open the door just in time to see Melody breathe deeply and jump as the door hits the wall. The beautiful brown swirls in her eyes tell me exactly what she’s thinking. I watch as they widen so much, I can practically feel her sadness.
What happened? Why is she so sad? Did she really not like us in any way?
That can’t be it, because she responded so well to us out there. So immediately . So passionately.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Markus snaps, stepping forward.
It’s then that some girl runs out, leaving us alone in the bathroom with Melody. So when I close the door, I make sure to lock it.
There won’t be any interruptions for what I want to do next.
“Better answer him, Mel. Where the fuck do you think you’re going? Running away from us? Oh, no. That’s not happening. Not again .” I step in front of Markus. He fucked this up and I won’t it happen again.
“Adam,” she whimpers as a tear runs down her cheek.
“Melody.” I step forward and the anger I was feeling dissipates. Something is off. She was just this siren, pulling us both in, and now she’s crying, trying to hold back.
What has happened to her?
“You guys don’t… There’s… It’s…” She stutters and trips painfully over her words. I know we need to talk, to clear the air, but I think she needs to hear something more important first.
I step into her space, holding her hand before pulling her in close.
She melts into my body, letting me hold her.
Her hips are wide, just perfect for both my hands, and a tight waist gives her an amazing hourglass figure.
Her eyes follow my every movement, and her head falls back slightly as she has to look up to meet my eyes.
“Do you want me?” I ask, holding her chin in between my thumb and forefinger. A look of panic crosses her face, like I’ve discovered a secret she wanted to hide. “Tell me, Echo. And don’t lie. I’ll know.”
Echo. It sounds so right leaving my lips again.
I told her back in high school that everything she does echoes within me.
It started when she would sit in the garage with us while we practiced and she’d be reading, or drawing, or something just across from me.
I’d watch as her foot would mimic mine while I hit the bass drum.
The fourth practice, I remember smirking and calling her my little echo.
It stuck.
And I’ve missed it so fucking much.
She swallows, biting her bottom lip, and holds my forearms with both hands before I see fire in her eyes.
“Yes,” she whispers.
My heart fucking sings and my breath catches.
Hearing her say she wants me is all I’ve ever wanted since I first laid eyes on her.
I cup the back of her head and bring her lips to mine passionately.
Our lips lock together tightly and I bask in her scent, in her taste.
Licking the seam of her lips to deepen the kiss, she opens her mouth with a little gasp and I’m able to finally, finally , taste her fully.
Groaning, I step impossibly closer, making her stumble backward against the sink, but I wrap my arm around her waist to keep her steady.
Markus coughs loudly. Goddamnit.
My eyes open to see him rest his hip against the counter, and he looks fucking annoyed, but under it I can see that he’s heartbroken.
Right. I need to see what she actually wants.
And find out if it’s what I always thought she might.
I pull back reluctantly, and her lips chase mine. God, I love that. I want more. Resting my forehead against hers, I ask her the second question. One I’m pretty sure I know the answer to.
“Do you want Markus?” I ask breathlessly.
Melody’s eyes open wide and she pulls back quickly. She looks at me first, like she’s embarrassed or guilty, but then her gaze floats past mine to look at Markus.
His dumbass schools his features from real and open to looking cocky and indifferent. It might have worked for anyone that doesn’t actually know him. But I see right through it.
And apparently Melody does, too.
Melody nods, biting her lip again. “I do.”
Markus' eyes widen and he pushes off the counter to stand.
“Are you serious?” he asks, his eyebrows knit together as his eyes turn soft with disbelief. Like he finally heard the words that his soul never dared to hope for.
“I am,” she says with tears in her eyes. “I so am. I want you both.”
Markus and I look at each other, and I nod. “I don’t mind sharing. Do you?”
A slow, predatory smile grows on his lips, and he moves to stand behind Mel.
“Not at all.” Markus slides a hand up her side, and he pushes away a few of the hairs that have fallen around her face and become stuck to her neck.
I watch with growing arousal as he leans forward and places an open-mouth kiss on her neck.
“It looks like he wants you just as much as I do, Echo,” I whisper in her ear when her eyes flutter closed and she moans.
“I really, really do, baby,” Markus murmurs darkly against her neck.
I move my hands down her front, teasingly slow, and once I get to her waistband, I twist open the button of her miniskirt.
The popping of metal and the dragging of her zipper are the only noises in the room other than the pounding bass from outside.
My fingers slip just under the seam of her underwear as Melody’s breath catches in her throat, and I look at her for permission to keep going.
Markus watches her with hooded eyes, waiting on edge for her answer. I know just how much the both of us want her, but we’d never push her into something she didn’t consent to.
Melody looks at us both, decision made, and nods.
“Yes,” I hiss, and pull her skirt down her hips. Ripping her fishnets from her body, she gasps and falls back against Markus’ chest. His arms encircle her waist to hold her up, and he winks at me, telling me to keep going.
“You look like a vision right out of my dreams, Songbird,” Markus whispers in her ear while I crowd her front, breathing her in.
Melody’s chest heaves with her own deep breaths and I watch her eyes dart from the door to me, then to the mirror to watch Markus.
She’s overstimulated, overwhelmed, and so delectable.
“What are you going to do to me?” she whispers lowly, like someone might overhear us even though the music is deafening outside the bathroom. “What if… what if someone walks in?”
“I locked the door. No one’s coming in without a warning. And they’ll be met with our fists if they do,” I tell her, slipping a finger over her clit. I groan, the sound ripping from my throat involuntarily when I feel how wet she is.
“Don’t worry, Songbird. We won’t let anyone see you like this.” Markus nips her ear and her head falls back against him, finally— finally —surrendering to what’s happening. “You’re for our eyes only.”
“Can I touch you?” I’ve wanted to have her like this since high school.
Since she put her hand on my shoulder and asked for a boost into my truck.
I’ve dreamt about what her cum tastes like, and what she would look like falling apart around my fingers.
She gave me permission before, but now I want to hear her say it .
“Adam, Markus,” she murmurs our names desperately, nodding and pleading. “Please.”
“Please what, baby? Use your words.” Markus is nearly salivating at what’s going on, not that I blame him—my cock is so hard my jeans are starting to hurt.
“Please, make me feel good,” Melody begs.
Without another word I get on my knees, pushing her torso back into Markus. He turns us so he is facing the mirror, making her face it too. I immediately know I’m going to spread her enough that he can see everything I can.
Sharing is caring.
Grabbing one of her legs, I nudge her thighs apart, moving the thin G-string to the side to expose her pretty pink lips. Goddamn, her pussy is perfect . Her mound is lightly covered in dark curls and I take a deep breath in before shuddering with arousal.
Melody moans, and I use two fingers to spread her open so we can see just how wet she is for us.
I take one of her thighs and throw it over my shoulder, biting the bare skin playfully as my lips travel up.
She’s wearing those super heavy punk boots that give her some height and it helps.
I don’t have to bend over too much for my mouth to reach her sopping cunt perfectly.
Her G-string is wet around my finger as I hold it to the side, and I immediately know I’m fucking keeping it.
Pulling the scrap of fabric down, I help her step out of it before tucking it into my back pocket.