Chapter 8 Melodie
MELODIE
The kitchen island is covered in scraps of vibrant specialty paper—teals, magentas, and shimmering golds.
It’s a far cry from the yellow legal pads I started with.
Around me, the house is full of the kind of noise I used to fear but now crave: the rhythmic thumping of heavy boots, the low rumble of motorcycles in the distance, and the bright, sharp laughter of the women who have supported my journey every step of the way.
“I’m telling you, Mel, this one looks like it’s about to fly away,” Lynx says, leaning over to inspect a delicate paper crane I’ve just finished. As the President’s woman, Lynx has a way of commanding a room just by standing in it, but her eyes are nothing but kind.
“It’s just a hobby,” I murmur, my cheeks heating up. I smooth a crease with my thumbnail. “But… the coordinator at the community center asked if I’d be interested in a Saturday morning slot. For an intro to origami class. For the local kids and some seniors.”
The room goes silent for a heartbeat. Mika drops the piece of toast she was nibbling on, and Athena’s jaw actually drops.
“Melodie!” Mika squeals, reaching across the counter to squeeze my hand. “That’s incredible! You’re going to be a teacher?”
“I don’t know,” I say, ducking my head. Shyness still clings to me like a second skin sometimes. “I’m not very good at the talking part. What if I freeze up? What if they think my work is just… trash?”
Athena snorts, crossing her arms over her chest. “Honey, I’ve watched you turn a gum wrapper into a masterpiece while you were mid-panic attack. You’re a wizard. And if any of those seniors give you lip, you tell them who your old man is. Or better yet, tell them who we are.”
“You’ve come so far, Mel,” Lynx adds, her voice softening into something truly maternal.
“A few months ago, you were hiding in the shadows. Now you’re sharing your light.
Don’t you dare let that spark go out because you’re nervous.
You’re a Wicked Rider woman. We don’t do ‘shy’ when it comes to our dreams.”
The warmth in my chest has nothing to do with the tea in my mug. These women, my sisters, have built a fortress around me that no villain could ever breach.
The sound of the back door thudding open breaks the moment. The floorboards groan under a familiar, weighted stride. I don’t even have to look up to know the air in the room just got ten degrees hotter.
“Speak of the devil,” Mika teases, grabbing her purse. “The Beast is home, and he looks like he’s got a hunger only our Mel can fix.”
“Go easy on her, Rogue!” Athena calls out with a wicked wink as the three of them start heading toward the front door. “She’s going to be a famous art teacher, so don’t wear her out too much tonight!”
I’m mortified, my face turning the color of a cherry, but I can’t even find words to defend myself before Rogue enters the kitchen. He’s covered in a fine layer of road dust, his jaw shadowed with dark stubble, and his eyes are fixed on me with a terrifying, beautiful intensity.
He doesn't say hello to the girls. He doesn't even acknowledge their teasing. He just storms across the linoleum, his boots clicking like a countdown.
“Rogue, wait, the girls were just—”
He doesn’t let me finish. His massive hands hook under my arms, and with a low, primal grunt, he hauls me off the barstool and up into his arms. I squeak, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he tucks me against his chest. He smells of leather, gasoline, and the cold outdoor air.
“Mine,” he growls into the crook of my neck, his stubble grazing my sensitive skin. “I could hear them cackling from the driveway. What were they bothering you about?”
“They weren't bothering me,” I breathe, my heart doing that frantic, happy dance it only does for him. I lean back to look at him, my hands framing his rugged face. “I told them about the art class. I’m scared, Rogue.”
He stills, his dark green eyes searching mine. The possessive fire in them doesn't fade, but it settles into something steady. “Scared? Why?”
“What if I’m not good enough?”
He walks me toward the bedroom, his grip tightening as if he could physically hold my doubts at bay. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to this town, Melodie. If they can’t see that, I’ll burn the center down and build you a better one.”
“Rogue!” I laugh, batting at his shoulder.
“I’m serious,” he says, his voice dropping to that gravelly register that vibrates right through me.
He stops at the edge of the bed and looks at me like I’m the sun and the moon combined.
“You’re going to teach that class. And I’m going to be sitting in the front row, folding whatever tiny bird you tell me to fold. Got it?”
I press my forehead to his, the last of my anxiety melting away. “Got it.”
“Good,” he grunts, tossing me onto the mattress and following me down. “Now, quit talking about paper. I’ve been thinking about you for eighty miles, and I’m done waiting.”
I giggle and then shriek as my man tears off my clothes, followed by his. We tumble into bed together, unable to be apart for a second longer.
Rogue repositions us so he’s leaning against the headboard and I’m straddling his lap. His hands glide down my back, cupping my bare ass and pulling me closer, urging me to grind down on him with my soaking wet pussy.
He breaks the kiss only to attach his mouth to my neck, licking and nipping and kissing down to my shoulder.
“Need you,” I gasp. I’m all breathy but I don’t care. I can’t get enough.
“Need you too, Melodie.”
He lifts me up by my hips, hovering me over his already hard dick.
“Ride my fucking cock like a good girl.”
I moan at his words and sink down on his hard shaft.
Rogue hisses out a breath once I’m fully seated on him. I wiggle my hips, getting used to feeling him like this. Then, I lift up on my knees until he’s almost all the way out and impale myself on him.
“Melodie,” He growls. “Fucking Christ, so good, baby.”
I continue bouncing up and down, grinding my hips each time, hitting my clit on his pubic bone. Rogue yanks my shirt up and I lift my arms so he can take it off of me. He wastes no time in sucking one of my tits in his mouth while squeezing the other one.
“Ah, yes, yes…” I moan. He switches, licking and kissing his way over to my other breast.
“Fucking love these tits, angel.”
Rogue pushes them together and licks up my cleavage.
I get a picture of him sticking his dick in between my breasts while I squeeze them together for him. It’s so dirty, but the image alone has a wave of wetness pouring out of me.
"What were you just thinking about? I feel you gushing all over me," he grunts out in between thrusts. My cheeks burn as I feel a blush taking over my face. “Don’t be shy, Melodie. I want to know what turns you on.”
“I, um… I… was thinking about your dick,” I manage to get out.
“Yeah?” he grunts, meeting me thrust for thrust. “What about my dick?”
“About you sticking it in between my breasts.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groans, sounding almost pained. “You want me to titty fuck you, baby? Want me to slide my huge cock between your gorgeous tits, right into your mouth?”
“God, yes,” I breathe out. More wetness pours out of my pussy at his dirty words. I love it. My eyes close and my hands find their way to my breasts as I knead them and pluck at my nipples. My nerves tingle, my muscles tense, my movements become jerky.
“That’s it, beautiful. Take what you need from me.”
I roll my hips two more times and then throw my head back, crying out as my orgasm slams into me. Rogue grabs my hips and continues a relentless pace as he fucks up into me, riding out my orgasm.
I’m still coming down when I feel us shift, Rogue flipping me on my back and pressing me into the bed. He’s still deep inside of me as he gathers my wrists in one of his large hands and pins them above my head.
“Gonna fuck you nice and hard, Melodie. After you come on my cock again, I’m gonna stick my dick in those luscious tits.”
“Yes, please,” I pant out.
He growls and leans down to kiss me. It’s messy and passionate and perfect.
Then, Rogue leans back on his heels and guides one of my legs over his shoulder, and then the other.
He pulls out and slams into me, letting out a primal noise as he hits the end of me.
Again and again he bottoms out, tearing me apart in the most exquisite way.
I’m still so swollen and sensitive from my first orgasm that it doesn’t take much for him to wind me up again.
“Fucking love this pussy. Want to stay buried deep inside of you for the rest of my life. You want that too, Melodie?”
“Yes, yes… Fuck!” The coil snaps and I feel my pussy convulse around his cock again and again. Rogue reaches down and rubs my clit, causing me to jerk and spasm beneath him, one orgasm rolling into another.
“So beautiful, sweet angel. Love watching you come. I could fuckin’ live off your orgasms.”
Our juices leak out of me, trickling down my ass and soaking the sheets. Rogue pulls out of me and slips two fingers deep inside of my cunt, scooping out my honey before rubbing it between my breasts.
“Push your tits together, Melodie. Make them nice and tight for me.”
I do as he says, hot liquid pooling in my belly again at his words. God, I can’t imagine coming again, but I’m impossibly turned on right now. He straddles me and strokes his cock once, twice, and then shoves his length in between my breasts.
I open my mouth and suck the head of his cock each time he thrusts forward.
“Shit, Melodie, you like that? Like when I fuck your big tits?”
“Ahhh, yes,” I manage to moan.
“Me too. I’m so fucking close already. Squeeze your tits, Melodie. Pinch your nipples. Do it now, love.”
I do as he says, playing with my breasts as he glides in and out of me. My thighs start trembling and I don’t understand how I can be on the edge of an orgasm after coming so many times already. And yet…
“Oh! Oh God, Rogue…ohmygod…”
I squeeze my thighs together again and again, clenching my pussy to try and find some relief. When I pinch my nipples, an unexpected orgasm rolls through my body, causing me to arch my back and dig my fingers into my tits.
“Jesus, Melodie, are you coming right now?”
I cry out, unable to answer him in words.
He grunts and pulls out, still straddling me, and strokes his cock twice before shooting hot cum all over my chest. I almost cum again just thinking about how dirty and primal it is. He's marked me.
Every cell in my body throbs as I continue to shake from my powerful orgasm. Rogue flops down on the bed next to me with his eyes closed, panting and sweating.
We lay next to each other on our backs, both coming down from the intense high we just experienced.
Finally, Rogue breaks the silence.
“That was incredible. So fucking hot. Jesus.” He turns his head to look at me. Reaching out, he traces along my jaw, down my neck, and over my shoulder. “So beautiful,” he murmurs more to himself than to me.
Rogue pulls me into his side and arranges us so my arm is flung over his chest and my head is resting on his muscled arm beneath me.
“I’m going to get you all messy,” I say, referring to the cum he sprayed all over me.
“Don’t care. Need to hold you, angel.” He leans over and kisses my forehead. “Besides, that just means we need to shower, right?” I feel his smile against my skin.
“Mmhm. That sounds lovely. But I need to recover first. I don’t think I can stand.”
“Then I definitely did my job right.”