With a sense of urgency, Dawson hoisted me up over his shoulder and carried me to the backyard. “I can’t wait until we wash the paint off. And I’m sure you don’t want us to sweat it off onto the sheets or the couch.”
“I’d rather not. So we jumping in the pool or something?” I asked only half-joking.
He allowed my body to slide down his front. “Or something. You’ll see. Take your clothes off,” he ordered as my feet landed on the wooden floor of the deck.
I toed off my shoes then shimmied out of my pants. I laughed as I glanced down at my lower half, now in direct contrast with my painted upper half. “I’m sure this ridiculousness is a turn off,” I said, still giggling as I spun around to where Dawson stood eyeing me like predator on the prowl.
“Not even a little,” he growled as he erased the few feet of distance between us. “You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. No matter what you wear or don’t wear, there will never be a being that holds a candle to you, that turns me on more. It’s always you. Always. Even after forever ends, I will still find you to be irresistible.” His mouth crashed to mine in a spectacular fashion, all heat and need and love.
My fingers gripped his shimmery hair, clutching him tightly to me, letting my kiss say all the things I wasn’t eloquent enough to say.
Strong calloused fingers hoisted me up. With a few determined strides, he had my back pressed against the wall of our home. Once I was balanced between him and the house, he was able to tug his cock free from his pants. As he guided himself into me one inch at a time, I bit his shoulder to stifle the urge to loudly beg him to move faster.
When he was buried to the hilt, he stilled, savoring the moment as he often did. He called them moments of inspiration.
“When worlds collide, in your heart I reside,” he murmured in my ear, swiveling his hips to grind against me, increasing my pleasure.
As he finally gripped my body and increased the pace of our lovemaking, two hearts became one beat, one note, one song, one universe. We didn’t exist without each other.
Melody of the Heart
Melody of the Heart
Short Story from Lyrical Odyssey Rock Star Series
More of Dawson and Izzy’s story
Takes place after Songs of the Heart
Izzy
With excitement coursing through my veins, I snatched my phone from my nightstand and dialed my best friend while next to me, Dawson started calling his.
"Hey, Britt," I said as soon as she picked up.
"Hey you. What's up?" she panted.
"Did I catch you at a bad time? It sounds like I'm interrupting something. Please don't tell me, you're ... you know, and you answered the phone." Mortification covered my face.
"I am getting a workout by a hot, sexy—"
"Call me back later," I interrupted, not needing the present details of who or how my best friend was getting worked out.
"Wait. I'm just kidding. I was working on a dance routine," she explained with a laugh.
"Oh. Did you find a new job?" I asked eagerly.
"Sadly, no. But these moves kept playing in my head, and I had to get them out."
As an artist, I totally got where she was coming from.
"Anyway, how's life in LA?" she asked.
"Beautiful. I love it here. There's inspiration everywhere," I gushed, turning to look at my biggest inspiration, propped up in bed with his chiseled muscles on full display.
"Gah," Brittany made a choking sound.
"Sorry. So, I was wondering if you could get away for a long weekend. My treat," I asked tentatively. With Britt not working steadily, I knew she didn't have the funds to fly across the country on my whims. But I also knew she'd be hesitant to accept a trip as a gift too. Before she could protest, I hastened to add, "As a gift for my maid of honor and my other bridesmaids."
"I'm listening."
"Dawson has to go to Vegas for a meeting in a week. So I was thinking we could kind of do a bachelorette slash bridesmaid thing in Vegas. What do you say?" Excitement coursed through me as I waited for her to answer.
“I think that sounds like a good time. Who else did you ask to be in your wedding?” her tone was cautious. “Not April, right?” Brittany didn’t like my cousin, April. She was kind of annoying.
“Mireille’s daughter, MaryBeth, is going to be my flower girl. Sydney is going to be a junior bridesmaid to help with MaryBeth. And Skye, Tansy and Cleo are going to be my bridesmaids,” I ticked off my bridal party.
“Cleo huh? That’s an interesting turn,” Brittany mused.
“Yeah. I know she’s kind of …”
“Brash.”
“I was going to say outspoken, but brash works too.” I chuckled and shook my head. “I know it’s an unlikely friendship, but she’s got a really good heart,” I offered. Cleo was misunderstood by most women. She held nothing back. Whatever she thought, she said. And yes she had hooked up with Dawson before he and I were an item, but she was honest about what they were and what they weren’t. Even when the media tried to paint it as more during my heartbreaking separation from Dawson.
“Hey, I know we’ll definitely have fun in Vegas with that chick on board. And I know you have nothing to worry about where Dawson is concerned. So whatever makes you happy, Iz.”
“Thanks, Britt. You know I’ve never had a lot of female friends. So, it’s not like I had a lot of options to pick from to stand by my side on my big day.” Shyness had always kept me on the sidelines of the cliques growing up.
“Text me the deets on the trip. It’s not like I have anything else going on anyway. And maybe we can check out some boutiques while we’re there and find dresses.”
“That would be great. Thanks.” Enthusiasm ran through me as I considered dress shopping.
“What are friends for?” Her smile was evident in her voice.
“Love you, Britt.”
“Love you too, girlie. And I guess I’ll see you soon.”
When I disconnected, I quickly placed calls to Mireille, Skye, Cleo and Tansy. They were all down for a trip to Sin City. I promised I’d send them all the information once I had it. Dawson was still on the phone with one of the guys when I finished.
I decided it was time for a little payback. Last week when I was on the phone with my mom, he distracted me so badly that I had to end the conversation early due to my inability to form a coherent sentence.
I glanced up at him. He was completely engrossed in whatever the person on the other end was saying. Slowly, so as not to draw attention to myself, I eased myself under the covers. I strained my ears to make sure he wasn’t wise to me yet.
“Yeah, I understand, man. We’ll miss you, but family always comes first. Maybe we can conference call you from the meeting so you can be a part of it while you’re back home,” Dawson said into the phone.
Good, he was occupied.
My gaze tracked down his toned body to where his morning wood bobbed slightly in greeting. Well, hello to you too.
Knowing I had very little time to capitalize on the element of surprise, I eased closer to him and held my breath. He was still talking, oblivious to my location and intentions. Grinning wickedly to myself, I closed my hand and mouth around his length simultaneously and stroked down.
A moan slipped from his lips. Then he coughed and said, “No. Everything’s fine. Go ahead.”
I licked the soft skin on the underside of his cock, then swirled my tongue around the sensitive head before engulfing him with my mouth again. When I gave him several quick strokes, his fingers fisted the sheet between us. I chuckled as he muttered a curse under his breath. Apparently, the whispered words weren’t soft enough to escape the notice of whoever he was talking to because Dawson said, “Sorry, dude, you broke up. What was that you just said?”
I slowed my movements, dragging out the pleasure in the way I knew drove him crazy. His fingers shifted to tangle in my hair as I started fondling his sac with my other hand. It was tight and drawn close to his body.
His shaft twitched against my tongue. It wouldn’t take much more to send him over the edge. I doubled my efforts, determined to make him delirious before he got off the phone.
His hold on my hair tightened, not enough to hurt, but enough for me to know he was teetering. I chuckled, eliciting another moan from him. His hips thrust upwards, following the retreat of my mouth. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked hard as my mouth descended. His cock grew thicker against my tongue.
“Brooks, dude, I gotta go. I’ll call you later,” he panted out. The sentence was followed by the sound of his phone clattering onto the nightstand. The covers were ripped from over my head.
I peered up at him, never letting up with the attention I was showing him. His pupils were so wide that his irises were reduced to the thinnest of amber rings. Lust and need raged in the depths of his eyes. His pelvis began to rise and fall in a faster rhythm, encouraging me to match it. I’d had my fun. He could control the tempo now.
“Flutterby,” he cried out as he finally spilled his pleasure in my mouth.
I continued to suck and lick, swallowing every drop until he relinquished his grip on my hair.
Strong hands tugged me up his body.
“That was a very evil thing to do,” he scolded, a faux frown on his lips.
“So, you didn’t enjoy it?” I pouted.
“Hell yes, I enjoyed it. And you can interrupt any of my phone conversations in that manner whenever the notion strikes you,” he relented, combing my hair with his fingers.
“I guess that backfired then. I was trying to get even with you for what you did last week while I was talking to Mom.”
“You mean what I’m about to do to you right now?” he asked as he lifted the hem of my tank top over my head.
Leaning forward, he drew one of my nipples into his mouth. Then he thrust his fingers inside my wet heat. His lips tugged at my nipple a couple more times before releasing it with a pop.
I ground down on his hand.
“Aren’t you glad I ripped your panties off in the middle of the night?” he asked with a smirk.
“Yes,” I groaned and let him continue to pleasure me. I reached down and found his cock was on its way to full recovery. Thank goodness, I needed him. Now.
Dawson
Eventually, I made my way downstairs to fix us some breakfast while Izzy showered. I’d tried to convince her we were in a drought and should shower together to conserve water. But she saw right through me and sent me on my way. We needed sustenance. And to start ironing out the details of our trip.
Efficiently, I removed eggs, cheese, sausage and peppers from the fridge. Then I grabbed a bowl and a whisk from the cabinet. With a twist of the knob, I turned on the stove to start heating the frying pan so I could brown the sausage. When it began to sizzle, I gently cracked a few eggs into the bowl. Once I was satisfied with the number of eggs floating in the plastic container, I whisked them vigorously until the mixture was a bright yellow. Then I added a dash of seasoning salt. Efficiently, I chopped up the colorful sweet peppers.
“Something smells amazing,” Izzy said as she wrapped her arms around my waist from behind.
I turned my head, burying my face in her damp hair and inhaling deeply. “Yes it does.” Gently, I nibbled on the satiny skin of her neck.
“You goof, I meant breakfast.” She giggled and stepped back.
“That smells all right too. But not as good as you.” I moved to the stove so I could remove the cooked sausage crumbles from the pan. Using the flat edge of my knife, I scraped the rainbow of peppers into the still sizzling sausage grease.
Izzy set the table as I added the egg mixture and cheese to the wilting peppers. We made a conscious effort to eat most of our meals at the table rather than in front of the TV.
As the egg mixture began to thicken, I stirred in the sausage bits. “So, I didn’t get a chance to ask you when you finished your phone calls,” I teased, raising my eyebrow at her before turning back to the frying pan, “who’s in for the trip?”
Izzy grabbed a notepad and a pink glittery pen from the drawer in the island. She started listing names on the paper dotted with blue butterflies. “Let’s see, Sky’s in but Jarrod can’t get off work. Cleo is definitely down to party in Vegas. Britt’s in. Tansy too. Mireille and her husband are also in since her mom is going to be in town and can watch Marybeth. I assume all the guys are in since you guys have that conference with Hard Rock.”
I plated up generous helpings of the scrambled egg mixture and carried our plates to the table. “Hobo eggs just the way you like them,” I said, sliding her plate in front of her.
She eagerly scooped up a bite, moaning around the tines of the fork and making my cock stand to attention instantly. Her finger dragged down the list of names, counting them up. “So, including us, we’ll need accommodations for thirteen. I’m of course assuming Gina will be coming with Maddox and none of the other guys are bringing a plus one.”
“Make that twelve. Brooks can’t come. Family emergency.” I shoveled a bite of the fluffy goodness into my mouth.
Izzy frowned. “That sucks. I know it won’t be the same without him. Did he say what the emergency was or how we could help?”
“No. Something’s been going on with him. It’s been going on for a while. I can’t pinpoint when it happened, but it’s been months.” I hung my head in shame that I couldn’t say when my best friend started going through something big which he hadn’t confided in me about.
Izzy reached over and wrapped her fingers around mine. “Don’t worry. He’ll come to you about whatever it is when he’s ready.”
I gave her slender hand a squeeze. “I hope you’re right. But I can’t help but feel like he hasn’t come to me because I’ve been a bit preoccupied.”
Guilt clouded her features, making me feel a hundred times worse. I tugged her up out of her chair and around to where I sat. “It’s not your fault. And honestly, even if the entire world had been falling apart, I wouldn’t have done anything any differently. Having you back in my life, being trusted to care for your heart again is the single most important thing I’ve ever done.” I pressed my mouth to hers.
“Just promise me something,” she mumbled against my lips.
“Anything.”
Her small hands cradled my face. “If Brooks needs you, then you go and be there for him. He’d do the same for you.”
I nodded in agreement, knowing she was right.
“Now, let’s figure out how we’re going to accommodate all our friends in Vegas without someone going to jail or burning down a casino,” she teased, picking up her notepad once more.
“Well, the casino is providing the suites that will be the band’s living quarters should we come to an agreement on the residency,” I explained.
She frowned, making that adorable wrinkle pop up between her eyes.
“What’s wrong?” I asked quietly.
“Daw, you know I love the guys, right?” she said cautiously.
“Yeah.”
“I do not want to live with them, especially in Vegas. There would be things I could never unsee or unhear with those crazies. I mean, I know eventually when you guys go back out on tour, we’ll be sharing a small space again. But I’d rather not unless it’s absolutely necessary.” She shook her head, just picturing it.
A loud guffaw erupted from my lips. “I don’t want to live them either. Believe me, I had my fill of their non-stop shenanigans on the never-ending tour. The execs at the casino didn’t give me all the details, but their offer included three separate suites which have at least three bedrooms in each. So nine bedrooms or more to divide among all of us.”
“Wow. They really offered you guys that much space?” Her eyes were wide with wonder. “They must really want you to agree to the residency.”
“When they first approached us, they asked what sort of accommodations we’d require in addition to five bedrooms. I told them that we’d need a room we could jam in, a space where we could
hang out with our friends and have a meal together, at least a couple spare bedrooms for visits from family and a room that could be an art studio for you.” I ran my fingers along her spine as I shared what our list of demands were.
“So, who would we be sharing a suite with?” she asked, arching into my touch like a cat being stroked.
“No one. We’d get a suite of our own. Brooks and Wilder would share since they already live together. Same goes for Jett and Maddox.” I shrugged like it was no big deal.
“And what about Gina? Would she be OK living with Jett?” Izzy asked.
I sighed heavily. I wasn’t sold on my friend’s latest choice in girlfriends. “She seems fine with being at their place now. But honestly, I don’t know if she’d pick up her life and move to Vegas with Mad.”
“You know, I get the feeling that he’s more into her than she is him. Not that she’s said anything to me. Just a vibe I get.” Sadness turned down her lips.
“I have that same vibe. But to be fair, Maddox always falls harder and faster than anyone he dates. I’m worried he’ll get his heart broken. Again.”
“Me too. I want him to have what we have. Hell, I want them all to have what we have.” Izzy ran her fingertips along the scruff lining my jaw.
“Hopefully they’ll find it one day.”
She tapped her pen on the notepad. “So we have three suites to work with for our little trip. I think we should get a separate room for Mireille and her husband. They haven’t gone away together since Marybeth was born. They deserve some privacy.”
I nodded in agreement. “Definitely. I’ll take care of it.”
“I think maybe let Cleo, Sky, Tansy and Britt share a suite if there are enough beds. Or Britt can share our suite,” Izzy suggested.
I frowned at the idea. “I’d planned to christen every flat surface of our suite. But if Britt wants to bunk with us, I’ll live,” I said with a pout.
She threw her head back, laughing at me. “I won’t offer unless there aren’t enough beds for all the girls in one of the suites. In the third suite, we’ll put Jett, Wilder and Maddox, plus Gina if she comes.”
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