“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 spendthe 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.
19
MELODY
All day long, the whispers follow me from class to class. Even the teachers seem to be looking at me in a judgmental way. Fuck. After I’ve worked so hard to be here, it’s all thrown in a woodchipper because I had to go and fall for the one guy I should have run from. While Chase is treated like he’s some kind of hero for bagging me by what the guys say as I pass by, I’m made a mockery of. The double standard makes me nauseous.
He tried to get my attention in Music Theory, but I ignored him, not ready to talk. Hurt flashes in those gray eyes, but I hunker down in my chair, avoiding his gaze focusing on the day’s lesson. I rush out before the rest of the class, hiding in the bathroom until my next class.
The only one not giving me any shit is Rhonda, who tells people to piss off, which I’m grateful for. I don’t know what I did to deserve her friendship, but I’m glad to have it all the same.
