Chapter 15 #2
“Markus,” she whispers my name like a fucking prayer. A prayer to a false god, but one that’s completely taken her over.
“I love you,” I say again, imbuing every inch of my love into the kiss when our lips finally touch. She sighs into my body and accepts it all, all of me as she gives me all of her.
The way her body melts into mine… it’s the thing of fantasies.
Melody pulls back for a staggered breath, but my lips don’t leave her. I kiss her cheek, brushing my lips across her jaw, and down over her neck.
“I love you, Markus,” she confesses softly. I pull back to make sure this is real fucking life and I haven’t overdosed or something. Maybe the years of alcohol abuse and getting high non-stop has caught up with me in the form of hallucinations before I die.
If this is the last thing I see before I leave this earth, at least it’s her, telling me she loves me. I’ll take that over anything else, any day.
“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. I don’t know how she could, not after what we did to her. “Don’t say it just to say it. I’d never do that to you, Mel. Please, don’t do it to me.”
If she came back after a while and said that she didn’t actually love me, but felt she had to say it back… I don’t think I’d survive that. I’d tell a funny joke and die inside, but I wouldn’t hold it against her. She’s kind, more kind than I deserve.
“I am. I love you so much, Markus.” She wraps her arms around my shoulders, and I bite back moan when she runs a hand through my hair lovingly.
“You’ve always been the one to comfort me.
To make me laugh and smile. To make sure I knew I was special to you guys.
And just based on the last two days, nothing’s changed.
You’re still you, and I love you,” she says as she holds my cheek.
Her soft hand against my face is healing, comforting in a way I didn’t expect.
My heart fucking soars at her words . I lean forward and take a kiss from her, deepening it immediately.
Her lips part in a small gasp and I don’t waste the opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth to taste her deeper.
Her hands are grabbing at my shirt, pulling me closer as she tries to urge me forward desperately.
I pull back abruptly, looking at her shaken eyes and her puffy lips as she groans.
“I want you,” I growl.
“I want you, too.” Music to my fucking ears. She steps back slightly, or as much as my tight hold will let her, and suddenly looks very nervous. “But I need to tell you something. And if you don’t want me after hearing it, then I’ll understand.”
“I doubt there’s anything you could say that would make me not want you.”
“I slept with Kai. I love him too,” she blurts out quickly, hands covering her mouth as if she’s expecting me to throw her aside and tell her to get out of my sight. Instead, I smirk devilishly.
“Lucky bastard,” I say gruffly.
“I know you said you didn’t mind sharing when we were with Adam, but that was a threesome, not a separate time.” She looks so nervous, so prepared for me to reject her.
“Melody, I told you I was good with sharing. I mean, I am only okay with sharing you with Adam, Kai and Reis, to be clear. But I’m okay with it.
You can have your own separate relationship with them, and then we can have our own relationship too.
That was pretty much what we did in high school, just without actually telling each other how we felt.
Well, that and we weren’t allowed sexy time.
Now, I get to actually kiss you, hold you, love you, and fuck you whenever we want.
” I smile with a teasing smirk, and kiss her deeply.
When I pull back, I can see the smile bloom on her face, and it’s like she finally fully relaxes.
“I know that some bad shit happened to you in high school behind our back and I’m…
I will forever be sorry that I couldn’t help you through it.
I can only imagine what those motherfuckers said.
But know, what you’re wanting–all of us–doesn’t make you anything but perfect . ”
I could’ve made some dumb joke, made an innuendo, but this is meaningful. Something that she had to hear to truly accept.
I don’t know if I’ll have to tell her again, or if she'll need to hear it from each of the guys, but I’ll tell her every day. I’ll say it over and over like a vow until it’s etched into her ribs. Wanting us all does not make her anything other than perfect for us.
Melody looks at me with such… gratitude. The glossiness of her eyes catches the light, making her dark eyes sparkle.
“I love you,” she says simply and that's all I need. It’s all I’ve ever needed.
Instead of kissing her, I drop to my knees and hold the back of her thighs. My eyes stay locked on hers.
“Can I?” I ask huskily, leaning forward and kissing her leg right where the hem of the shirt ends.
I want to know what she tastes like. I want to feel her come against my face.
Watching her fall apart for Adam was… Well, I’ve fucked my hands to the memory at least twice since we’ve been back in New York.
But I need to know. I need to know exactly how it feels. How she feels, how she tastes, how she sounds screaming just my name.
Melody nods as her chest rises and falls quickly with anticipation.
I moan quietly. I’m more than happy to be dominant, to take the lead.
I know what I like, and I know how to make a girl happy–if you know what I mean, but there’s something about being a simp for your girl.
I’m there to hold her up, not to tear her down.
And sometimes that means showing your appreciation on your knees.
I kiss her leg, right underneath the hem of the shirt. Looking up at her, I see that she’s watching every move I make with hooded eyes. She’s memorizing everything, just like I am.
My fingers, rough from years of playing guitar, graze up her sides, pulling the shirt up to her waist. Exposing her bare pussy.
Happy birthday to me, thank fuck we never gave her those panties back, was my first thought.
We need to get her more clothes , was the second.
I kiss her thighs, biting softly as I move closer to the apex of her thighs.
To where I know her sweet, thick, wetness will be waiting for me.
Mel twists her fingers through my long hair, before moving her hand slowly down to holds my face with her thumb brushing my lower lip.
I let her guide my movements as I gaze up at her.
She looks… so fucking confident, and as ready as I am to take this step. To take our relationship to the next level. Her eyes look so dark that I can’t tell the difference between the pupil and the chocolate-amber ring.
“This means something to me,” she says softly. “So once we’re together like this, that’s it. You’re mine.”
The way a smile breaks across my face feels like a wildfire.
“What, did you think my declaration of love was me letting you down gently?” I smirk before nipping the soft flesh of her thigh. Melody’s breathy, content, needy sigh fills my ears, and I can feel my dick harden more in my pants.
“We’ve been separated by miscommunication before.”
“Never again. Not if I can help it,” I vow gently nudging her thighs apart so I can settle inside them. My nose drags up her thigh and I breathe in the heady, mouth-watering smell of her sex.
“Markus,” she sighs, and her hands go back to the edge of the desk to steady herself while I slowly move one of her legs over my shoulder to open herself up to me.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper against her. My mouth fits over her lower lips perfectly, and I part them teasingly with my tongue. The moment I do, I’m met with the overwhelming and undiluted taste of her. Of Melody.
I groan, dragging her closer to me by her ass so her pussy envelops my face.
“Markus!” She cries my name loudly, and I take that as encouragement to keep going.
I roll my tongue around her clit, slipping down into her cunt, where her walls quiver around my tongue. The leg that’s on my shoulder shifts like she’s not able to control it, so I do it again. And again. And again.
Her cries are getting louder and raspier.
So damn sexy. The way her body is tightening under my hands makes me think that she might be getting close.
And don’t get me wrong, I want to feel her come.
I want her screaming my name while I fuck her so that all these assholes know I’m taking care of our woman.
But I don’t want her to come right now. I want to feel her fall apart on my cock.
There will be plenty of time for her to come on my face. Many, many times. This first time though, I want to come with her.
I lick into her once more before I lean back and stand.
I make sure I crowd her space as I do it.
Our eyes are locked, and the air around us crackles with tension.
We always did have insane chemistry, Mel and I.
Those dark eyes stare at me with such anticipation and desire it’s like we’re about to jump in a fire and gladly burn together. Finally.
I know we had the moment in the bathroom with Adam, but this… this is just us. This is ours . And we both know it.
Pushing a lock of soft hair behind her ear, I kiss her gently. Just once to show her how much I really love her, how much this means to me. But one soft kiss is all I can manage before I kiss her harder, forcing her head to bob against mine as I take her.
She jumps in the air, and I catch her easily, turning us around and walking back towards my bed so I can finally take the girl of my dreams.
We fall together, wrapped in each other’s arms with our lips fused together.
“Markus, please,” she groans in my ear. She smells so fucking good; like my soap, vanilla, and something purely Melody. I don’t know what it is yet, but I’m determined to figure it out.