“I’m so close. Touch yourself for me, baby. Make yourself come on my dick.” He demands.
I reach my hand down between us and rub myself. The extra friction is exactly what I needed to push me over the edge and before I know it, my orgasm is slamming into me.
“That’s it. Come all over me.”
As I come, I scream out, unable to keep quiet. It’s so good. So perfect. So fucking amazing. My legs tremble as another orgasm comes right on the heels of the one coursing through my body.
“Oh, fuck, yes.” Chase’s eyes roll back in his head as he releases into me.
Our breathing slows as we look at each other, still wrapped tightly together.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I say, looking up at him in awe.
“You better believe it, because we are doing that again.”
He releases my legs, and I could melt into the bed from how sated and happy I feel. I didn’t expect to fall for my stepbrother, but here I am, calling the one man I shouldn’t want or have, mine.
18
CHASE
Ican’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.”
