My Melody (Downtown Book 3) Read Free

around. “I’ll have you know that I am no asshole! I was doing my best friend a favor, so that slap was not necessary.”
    “A favor?” I scoff. “That was no favor on Harmony’s part. It caused her nothing but pain.”
    “I didn’t mean for it to blow up like it did. I thought I was helping, dammit. I like Harmony. She’s a sweet babe.” I slap him again. “Ow! What the hell, woman!” He rubs his cheek.
    I smirk up at him. “Don’t call my sister a babe,” I say, pointing at his chest.
    He gets a hold of my hand and tugs me against his chest. Oh dear, here we go again. “Does it make you jealous?” He bites his bottom lip. He is such a player !
    Yes it does make me jealous, but he doesn’t need to know that. “Uh, no it does not,” I chuckle. “Just don’t call her a babe.”
    “Look, I apologized to Harmony. I never meant to hurt her. It was a stupid idea to get her caught up in my scheme.”
    “You got that right. Now look where it got her?”
    “I’m not worried about those two,” he shrugs. “They’ll end up together again, and before you know it they’ll be humping like rabbits.
    “And how the fuck do you know that, Einstein?”
    “Einstein. I like that,” he purrs, then pulls me up against him. He tries to kiss me again. I slap him on the shoulder. “Stop hittin’ me will ya? Geez!”
    “I’m leaving.” This hunk will not let me out of his grasp. I love it. Yet, I need to play hard to get. I’m still pissed off.
    “No, wait, come on, Sweetness you can’t just leave.” He wraps his arms around the bottom of my back. We are smooshed together like glue; my arms are trapped in between our bodies. “I still don’t even know your name.”
    I laugh without humor. “You really think you deserve to know my name after what you did?”
    “I said I was sorry, what more do you want?”
    What more do I want ? Hmmm, wonder what I could do to play this guy like he played my sister? I love sex. Sex would be mind-blowing with him, I just know it. I can’t have any strings attached to him though. He would be my…submissive…in a way? Without all that kinky shit involved, of course; good ole fashion hard vanilla sex with Rocker Boy. Sounds delicious. “Okay, Sexy. You wanna make it up to me?”
    “Like how?” He cocks a brow.
    “Like…being my pet.”
    Wayne chuckles. “The fuck you talking about?”
    “My pet.” I am able to weave my arm and hand down to his crotch. I cup it. Squeeze it. I’ve turned him on. So nice and hard.
    “Oh?” He lightly jumps. “Like that, huh? I like how you play, Baby.” He slides his fingers in the back of my hair, then tugs on it. “Sure, I’m in. Anything you want.”
    “I told you older women are wiser,” I respond, seductively.
    “You are so fucking sexy.” He kisses me. My hand is still attached to his cock while he devours my mouth. My head is yanked back to deepen the connection. Good Lord, what have I gotten myself into ? He’s going to be the death of me. His phone starts to vibrate. “Hell, I gotta get back on stage,” he groans.
    We separate from each other while he looks at his phone. “Give me your phone,” I hold out my hand. He hands it over. I punch in my number, then hit send so it could call my phone. “There. I’ll be in touch.” He takes his phone back.
    I have a hold on the door handle when he stops me, yet again. “Hold up, Babe. You forgetting something?”
    “Nope. I have my panties up, my hair in place, my purse. I’m all set,” I shrug. I do know what he’s asking though. I am just a tease.
    “You are teasing me again. I love that. I’m talking about your name. What is it?”
    I open the door, look over my shoulder and say, “Melody,” then walk out. I leave the party, the hotel and go home. I am suddenly freaking myself out. What the fuck have I done ?

*The night of the concert in Orlando, Florida.
    IT WAS RIGHT AFTER JINKS had their opening for The Convicts concert. My sister, Harmony was in