Chapter 9 #2
I never let myself think that they were fucking around because they were trying to get over Melody.
“Home, finally,” Adam grunts, dropping his duffel bag by the front door and kicking off his shoes. “Give her to me,” he demands Kai, holding his arms out for the unconscious woman. Kai, in turn, ignores him and pushes through the foyer to the wide-open living room. “Asshole.”
“I heard that!” Kai throws over his shoulder before placing Melody on our wide, white couch so gently it pisses me off.
“I meant for you to!”
“Where is she going to stay?” Markus asks, coming up to stand next to me, watching the two others squabble over the girl in the middle.
“In the room by mine for now.” I’m too tired to have this discussion. I’m used to getting barely any sleep, but three hours the night before, plus a whole concert, plus all the drama with Melody, and a plane ride… It’s bordering on too much, for even me.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
Sighing deeply, I growl, “Yes, Markus. It’s fine. Plus it’s the only free room unless one of you idiots wants to share with her.” I immediately cringe because I know what they’re going to say.
Kai and Adam both raise their hands like they’re in school, and Markus just chuckles flirtatiously.
“Well if you’re taking volunteers…” he drawls, raising his eyebrows.
“I’m getting a fucking migraine,” I mutter. “No. You all will stay in your own rooms and Melody will stay in the room next to mine.”
“When did you become king?” Kai says with a pout, crossing his arms over his chest like a toddler. He must have finally uncuffed her because the metal is glinting in the low light as it hangs off his wrist.
Rolling my eyes, I stand my ground. “It makes sense, you assholes. She’ll need a space to stay, and I don’t want any of us getting distracted.”
Adam scoffs. “If you didn’t want any of us distracted, we shouldn’t have fucking kidnapped her.”
“Would you stop fucking saying that?” My fists clench at my sides.
“Are you really telling me that you’re upset about it?
Look what you have now; her, here. Just like you wanted.
You’re just pissed off because I made a call you were too chicken-shit to make,” I sneer with an eye roll as if he hasn’t made his stance clear already.
Whatever, I’m too tired for this. “Just take her into the spare room, leave her alone, and go get some rest. We have practice bright and early tomorrow.”
Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, I point a finger at them all as a collective groan sounds through the room.
“Dude, it’s 4:30 in the morning,” Kai groans, as Markus stands up from where he was crouched by Melody, dropping his head back in defeat.
“Yeah, and I expect everyone in the studio by eight.”
“You’re killing us,” Adam sighs. Turning to snap at him to not be a lazy fuck, I stop when I really, actually look at him.
There are dark bags under his eyes, and an exhaustion etched into his face that I feel deep in my own bones.
Kai crouches back down and brushes Melody’s hair back annoyingly, but looks back up at me with reserved agreement to my work schedule.
There’s the same look of overwhelming tiredness in his eyes as well.
Markus moves back against the wall, crossing his arms, but he won’t meet my eye.
Upon closer look, his shoulders are tense and hunched like he’s carrying the weight of the world on them, and exhausted by it.
“We need a break. One day, Reis. One day,” Adam barters, but I shake my head.
“The morning. We can meet in the studio after lunch,” I relent, and Adam drops his head in frustration, but agrees.
I don’t like that they’re all looking at me with this reluctance. Like they’re all collectively done with me, with the band, with this. I don’t want that. All I’ve tried to do was protect them, and keep everyone happy. But it seems like I’m fucking that all up if they feel like this.
“It’s only because I want us to be the best. I don’t want us to lose what we have,” I say softly to the room.
“I know, man.” Adam nods, and pats me on my shoulder. “I know,” he says sincerely and sighs tiredly before making his way to the couch, and pulling an unconscious Melody into his arms.
“I’ll follow your directions tonight, Reis. But just know that when she comes to tomorrow, you’re in for it. And I’m not going to step in at all.” He cocks an eyebrow at me, and walks with her towards the spare room.
“Don’t I know it,” I mutter. Melody was a force to be reckoned with years ago, and if the brief encounter we’ve had is anything to go on, she hasn’t lost that spark.
It turns me on to be honest. Always has.
I like ‘em feisty.
Because once they submit , it’s so much sweeter.
I watch as Adam walks with her in his arms, her limp arms dangling over either side of him. Adam tries to keep her head from bobbing back painfully, but even I can see he’s one step away from her head falling and hurting her neck. Markus follows him quickly with a quiet, “See you tomorrow, man.”
“Then there were two,” Kai teases, pulling the handcuff from his wrist, and tossing it to the side.
“Fuck off, Kai.”
“I just want to know,” he says, coming to stand by the kitchen island where I’m still watching them walk away with Melody in their arms. I brace myself for the question he’s about to ask.
“Do you really hate her so much because of what we overheard that day? Or is it something more? Something that maybe has a bit more to do with you and your own…sharing issues.”
I turn to face him about to snap at him that I don’t have feelings for her, and I only feel this way because I’m trying to protect us, but Kai holds his hands up in surrender with an infuriating smirk on his stupid face.
“Just food for thought is all.” Kai walks backwards towards the bedroom areas, shrugging his shoulders.
“Because if it’s really just about what we heard, I think we should maybe consider that those were words of a seventeen-year-old girl who was cornered…
” He lets the words trail off like he’s some fucking psychology guru, and salutes me before turning his back on me.
My fingers crush the plastic bottle in my fist, and water sprays all over the marble floor.
Fuck him. He doesn’t know what I’m thinking. I’m too tired, too aggravated and on edge to deal with this right now.
Stalking towards my room, I do everything in my power to leave the door closed as I pass by.
I keep my fists clenched tightly to make sure I don’t open the door, and make sure that she’s alone.
I don’t… I don’t want anyone else to be in there with her right now.
Not while we have so much bad blood between us.
I force myself to walk past the door, and open my own a few feet down the hall.
Taking a deep breath when I open the door, I feel my bones relax.
My room is my space. My space. The others don’t come in, and I don’t let anyone else in.
It’s where I can be vulnerable, I can write, I can feel .
It’s dark; navy walls with a string of built- in lights around the perimeter of the ceiling.
I have a California King bed in the middle of the room in a grand medieval frame.
It gives off real Count Dracula vibes, and I love it.
My PC is in the corner, and decked out so I can game and mix my own music.
Even with all that, all my comforts, my eyes are drawn to the door in the middle of the wall, the one right next to my closet. The one that connects to a bathroom… that connects to the guest room Melody is sleeping in.
Did they close it when they laid her down? Did they lock it? Is the door still open, and she’s sleeping obliviously to the fact that I have access to her now?
I feel my cock harden at the thought of her laying there, asleep and vulnerable, unaware of me watching her.
Almost involuntarily, my hand goes to the door to turn it, only to hear Adam tell Markus to close the door. Fuck .
The bathroom door on her end closes, and I hold my breath until I hear the door lock.
Fuck, I need a shower.
Going through the motions, I step into the shower, and turn the water to scalding. I need to burn this day from my skin.
I can’t believe she’s here. I can’t believe she came to one of our shows. I can’t believe we’re in this situation.
Melody. Mel Sullivan. The girl that stole my heart from day one.
My mind wanders to seeing her in the front row, how she looked at me before she passed out.
She’s looked at me like that before, like I was her savior.
Her knight-in-shining-armor. I loved it, and I never thought I’d get to see it again.
Never thought I’d want to see it again. But the moment her eyes met mine as she was being trampled, I swear, I stopped breathing.
The memory fills my mind of her. Her big brown doe eyes looking up at me, her pink, pouty lips whispering my name breathlessly. Her long black hair flowing over her shoulders. Her tits pushed up and bulging out of her little shirt. Her short skirt slipping higher.
A fantasy takes over the memory, and my hand finds my cock and I stroke it, picturing her on her knees on-stage.
Melody, in her short little skirt and ripped fishnets, her tits bared to us as she gets down on her knees and takes my cock down her throat.
Everyone would know she was mine and only mine then.
Groaning, my hand smacks the muggy tile as I stroke myself harder.
Melody in my mind opens her eyes, and her mascara runs down her face as she gags.
The whole arena knows she’s mine . The guys are all standing behind me, each of them jerking off to the sight, but I try not to focus too much on that, just keep going.
It feels so good. I cup my balls and squeeze softly like I think she would, and imagine deep throating her.
Her throat would feel fucking divine around my cock, I know it would.
She’d probably fight me on it, but then I’d make her swallow around my cock, and she’d love it.
Working myself faster, I twist at the tip and shudder as she gasps in my mind, and pulls back before sucking me down again.
“You can do it, baby,” I whisper hoarsely, fucking my fantasy-Mel’s throat as I feel my orgasm approaching quickly. Too quickly. “Take it. Take all of it.”
My eyes scrunch to keep myself in the fantasy to see her swallow my cum down in front of everyone. Claiming me right back.
My cum sprays the shower wall as I come so fucking hard I swear I see stars. The room is foggy, and the water runs cold, but I feel so much better. I can finish the shower with that post-nut relaxation, and get out feeling like a new person.
As I climb into bed, I vow to fix shit tomorrow because I can’t–we can’t–keep going on like this.
She needs to break. For good.