18. Chase
18
CHASE
I can’t sleep. I’m too wired from fucking Melody almost all night. It’s worth the lack of sleep, though. Moonlight filters in through the windows, illuminating our room just enough that I can see her tucked beneath a mountain of blankets in my bed as I quietly play piano, in an attempt to quiet my mind. Last night was everything and more that I could have ever hoped for. Dragging her out from that party will no doubt have consequences, but I don’t give a fuck what they think. I only care about Melody.
I got the girl, finally, but I can’t shake the dread in my stomach that it’s temporary. I’m half expecting her to wake up and tell me it’s a mistake and we should go back to ignoring each other.
“Is that our song I hear?” Melody asks from beneath the blankets. Only the pink waves of her hair are visible from this angle.
“Go back to bed, princess,” I say, still coaxing the notes from the instrument hoping it’ll soothe my nerves.
Instead of listening to me, she gathers the blanket around her naked body, and ambles over to me. “Make some room,” she demands, looking thoroughly fucked and sleepy. The blanket does little to hide her supple curves and I can feel myself getting hard from just looking at her.
My lips tug up into a smile as I move over enough for her to join me on the bench.
“You going to sing for me?”
“If you want me to.”
The words pour out of her like she couldn’t contain it inside her any longer. I match her lyrics, melding the notes together in perfect harmony. How could I have ever doubted what we are, when together we make magic like this? She elevates me to new inspiration, taking what talent I have and expanding it by tenfold. My muse. This thing we have between us might be wrong, but nothing has ever felt so right.
When the song ends and her voice quiets, she kisses me on the cheek.
“We should record that for the project.”
“Not just the project, that was radio worthy.”
Her eyes go wide. “You’re kidding me.”
“No. I mean it. That was amazing. I’ve created a lot of music over the years, and I can tell you, nothing I’ve ever created has ever sounded that magical. And it’s because of you.”
She stares at me in disbelief. Her eyebrows pushing together to form a small but adorable wrinkle between them. “Who would have known that under all that assholery, there was a kind soul lurking underneath.”
“Don’t tell anyone. I have a reputation to uphold.”
She knocks my shoulder with her shoulder. “I would hate to put a blemish on your stellar reputation.” She goes quiet for a minute, looking off into space.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, I was just remembering the people at the party. God, they were so pissed we left together.”
“They don’t matter.” I push her hair behind her ear. “All that matters is you and me. No one else.”
She nods, but the look on her face worries me. It’s that look that has my insides doing jumping jacks wondering when she’ll decide I’m not worth it, and up and leave me. If I wasn’t enough for my own mom to stick around and save me from my father, why would anyone else?
Melody’s hand finds the top of my thigh. I grab her small hand in mine and bring it to my lips.
“Now, show me how else you can use that pretty throat of yours,” I say grabbing her. “Sit up here for me, princess. I want to make you scream my name one more time.”
“On the piano?”
“That’s right.”
She looks at me like I’m crazy, but does what I ask anyway. Her ass hits the notes and a cacophony of flat notes plays as she spreads her legs wide for me, dropping the blanket on the floor. She’s spread out like the most delicious feast. Her pussy glistening in the moonlight.
“God, you’re so fucking gorgeous.” I kiss the inside of her thigh and she moans. “So fucking responsive for me.” I kiss her again, higher.
Her blue eyes watch me as her lids grow heavy.
My thumb finds her clit and I circle it slowly.
“Please. Chase.” Her breasts rise and fall with the cadence of her breathing. I like seeing her like this, at my mercy and all mine.
I bend and lick her, taking care to drag my tongue around her sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Oh, fucking hell.” Her hands fly to my hair, and her nails drag across my scalp as I suck her clit between my teeth. I push my fingers inside of her while eating her out, alternating my fingers and tongue against her tight pussy. Notes pound out from the piano beneath her as I lave at her sweet pussy. I don’t give a fuck who we wake up with how much noise we’re making. All that matters is making her come on my tongue.
Her head arches back as she guides me right where she wants me, her hands clutching my hair for dear life. I let her pull, licking and sucking until she’s shaking with her orgasm.
“Holy hell, Chase. That was…” she stumbles, and I catch her before she face plants into the ground.
“Easy. Don’t need you breaking that pretty button nose of yours.”
“I’m fine.” She waves me off, heading into the bathroom. I watch as she cleans herself up, wanting to freeze this moment. If only I could keep her forever, but I feel her slipping away from me already.
* * *
We spend the weekend holed up together, barely leaving the room except to grab food occasionally. We make music and love, and even end up recording our song and sending it into the Maestro for a final grade. It sounds even better than I could have imagined once I put the finishing touches on it. We call it ‘Meant to Be’, and hope he likes it as much as we do.
The campus is blissfully quiet for a change. Everyone is still recovering from the Mardi Gras party, I assume. But come Monday our little bubble of bliss pops.
The school newspaper is sitting directly outside our dorm room with our picture splayed upon the front page with the words ‘Incest Scandal?’ printed in large black and white letters. I stare down at it in disbelief before Melody, pushes me out of the way.
“What are you staring at we’re going to be late. What the —” She crouches down and picks up the paper. Her hands crumple the edges as she stares at the article. She sees the two of us intertwined, immortalized in the archives of our school’s paper.
“Jenna, that fucking bitch,” she says, eyes reading the author of the article, tears gathering on her lashes.” How can they print something like this? Isn’t this a school newspaper?”
Her body is shaking. I go to comfort her, but she doges my touch. Fuck. This is bad.
“Don’t—” she warns, her anger palpable. I can feel everything imploding before my eyes. This is it. Everything we had, nothing but a fling snuffed out with one cruel moment. No matter how much I prepared myself for the inevitable fallout, it still hurts like a son of a bitch. She walks out and takes my heart with her.