My Melody (Downtown Book 3) by TJ West Page B

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    Here goes nothin’. I haven’t spoken about this for a very long time, but it takes a very special woman to hear it. “You wanna know if I’ve lost someone? I have. Had a girlfriend in high school. Knocked her up, cuz I was stupid and didn’t wear a fucking condom. We decided on abortion. And just like you, it still fucking kills me. I’d do anything to go back in time and help bring that baby into the world. Help raise him or her, but we knew we didn’t have the knowledge or money to raise it. Yeah, we could have put it up for adoption, but we were only sixteen years old. She was terrified of her parents finding out. So we went to mine and they helped us get the abortion.” I pause and take a deep breath. Bringing up the worse moment of my life aches something awful as fuck. My head is now clear. When I look back into her eyes, though, she’s crying. I need to hold her, so I wrap her up in my arms. She allows me to do so, and it feels amazing. “What I’m trying to make you understand is, I don’t let it walk all over me, or let it decide my future. Life goes on, Baby. You can’t live in fear your whole life thinking someone is going to die just because you get too close. That’s not living.” She squeezes me tightly around the waist and I can hear her softly crying, sniffling. I lift her face up with both hands and tell her, “Babe. Be with me. Only me.” With those watering green pools, I give each a kiss on the lids, then bend down and kiss her trembling lips. I taste salt, and all good things possible when our tongues dance. She can’t deny me any longer. I slowly take off her black leather jacket, then gather the ends of her white shirt and pull it up, over her head. She does the same for me. Then we’re both unlatching each other’s belts on our jeans. I unbutton her pants, she unbuttons mine. It’s as if we can’t get enough of one another. We can’t seem to rip our clothes off fast enough. We start to laugh when one of my boots doesn’t come off easily. She helps me tug it off and proceeds to rub her hands all over my chest. Her hands melt into me. Feels fucking out of this world. Next thing I know she has my cock wrapped in her hand and starts to fist me, suck me. There is no other woman who has ever taken her time on my junk. She starts sucking slow, deep within in her throat - the woman has fucking awesome gag reflex - then begins to drive herself down faster until I am almost ready to combust. Just as fast though, she slows down again, making me sweat and growl. She doesn’t want it to end in her mouth. She wants me to fuck her long and hard, deep inside her body.
    We never exchange words. Our bodies, fingers, mouths, eyes, say everything - she fucking loves me. I don’t need her to tell me with her words. I already feel it and taste it.
    Her bed creaks as I lay on top of her, enter her wet pussy, balls deep. We both moan, groan, move like music until we are fucking spent. Exhausted. We fall asleep, wrapped in each other’s naked arms and legs.
    This is what life is all about: It’s finding your soulmate and never wanting to let go. Yet when the one person you thought was going to be in your life forever, disappears? Your soul is left out to dry. You can no longer breathe. That’s exactly what it feels like when I wake up and find Melody has left my arms; her clothes, backpack and helmet are gone. She fucking left me.
    I didn’t get home until the middle of the night. The party was over, the house was dark and my bed was still unmade with the leftovers of mine and Melody’s time together. I had no desire to sleep on those sheets. The thought of it made me sick. I took the couch instead and didn’t sleep for the rest of the night. Watched the first and second The Fast and Furious movies until it was time to get up and take a shower. On the way to the studio, Slim asked me if I wanted to talk about it. Nope. I just needed to forget about her and play my bass. We’re over.