Hot, Wet, Smooth, and Hard (Craving Cove Book 1)

by Blue,Marina

  Melody squeaked when she said, “Ok.”

  Knox said, “Now put your hands behind your back.”

  “Why?”

  He tightened his grip on her hair. And pulled her tighter. “Do it.”

  Melody obeyed.

  “Good. Now, take off my belt.”

  She pawed at this pants. And felt his cock within. It was as thick as she remembered. And straining to break free. “Holy shit, you’re so hard.”

  “The belt. Now.”

  Melody obeyed again, and clicked it open letting both sides fall free. Then, with nimble fingers, she undid the front of his jeans, and pulled down the zipper.

  Knox, keeping his thighs tight against the bike, stood up, allowing his pants to slide down some. Melody reached for his cock, searching for it.

  But Knox said, “Not yet. Give me your hands first.”

  Melody looked up at him, pleading. “What?”

  “Your hands, hold them up.”

  Melody wanted to feel him in her palms so badly. She wanted to stroke him, and watch his expression melt from dominance to pure pleasure. But instead, she lifted her hands up, and held them near her face.

  Knox licked his lips, and without breaking eye contact, opened his mouth, and dropped saliva into her palms. It was wet. And warm. Melody rubbed her hands together, and holding her breath, she lowered her hands, slid them behind her, and wrapped all ten slick fingers around Knox’s hard cock.

  She slid her hands down it. The rigid shaft felt like a warm, lead pipe that just kept going. When she finally reached his base, she twisted her hands, and pulled back. Melody closed her eyes. And savored every inch. “I forgot how big you are.” She kept sliding her slick hands upward. Finally, she reached his head. It was soft, and smooth. Like a plum.

  Knox moaned. Then leaned down and whispered, “I can’t wait to remind you.”

  Melody pushed her hands back down. They slid over the hot monster, and gave off a delightfully warm friction. And when she arrived at his base, she began another long trip back up.

  “Holy shit, your cock feels amazing. Fuck, it’s so hard.”

  Knox buried his face in her shoulder, and kissed her neck.

  Ticklish pinpricks ran up her, and she began to twist her hands around the man she held.

  When Knox came up for air, Melody looked at him. The passion in his eyes was like cold fire. She turned around, and looked down. And while it was just as big as she remembered, it was easily more beautiful.

  His cock stood straight up. The shaft was dusky hued and thick, like him. Smooth, as well, with minimal veins. And Knox, unlike her husband, had trimmed everywhere. The hair around his dick was cut close. Above it, was a stomach flatter and harder than an oak table. Melody marveled at him as she kept stroking. He was so hot. And smooth.

  Melody licked her lips. “I want to taste it.”

  With his left hand, Knox grabbed the back of her neck. “Later.” He pushed Melody forward, until she was flat across the gas tank. Then with his right hand, he grabbed both her wrists, and held them together as he pinned her down.

  Melody twisted, but couldn’t free herself from his grip.

  Then, Knox released her neck, grabbed the back of her dress, and pushed it up, exposing her completely. He caressed her ass. “God damn, you’re so fucking sexy. So beautiful.”

  Melody tried to straighten up.

  But Knox kept her pressed against the motorcycle’s gas tank. “You’re not going anywhere,” he said as he pulled her panties aside.

  Melody's pussy was like a wading pool. Wet. Soft. Hot. Knox put a finger on it, and pushed inside.

  “Holy shit,” Melody said. “Please. Fuck me already.”

  Knox slid his finger out. Then back in. “You want me inside of you?”

  “Oh my God yes. Please. You can do whatever you want. Just put it in me.”

  Knox leaned over. “Ok.” He reared up. Removed his finger. Then slid his hips forward. The tip of his cock rested on Melody's ass. Then, the head slid down. Down. Down. Until its tip rested against her opening. She arched her back, tilting her hips up, to give Knox the access he craved.

  Then, slowly, he pushed in.

  And even though Knox’s hot, hard, smooth cock was no more than a half an inch deep, it already felt delicious. His cock was like a live wire, sending volts charging through every inch of her body. Melody could feel him everywhere.

  But she wanted more. “All the way,” Melody moaned. “Put it all the way inside me.”

  Knox tightened his grip around her wrists, and pressed her into the bike. With his other hand, he grabbed her ass. Now she was truly bound. Unable to move. She couldn’t turn back. Not even if she wanted to.

  And Knox, he reared up another inch. Lifted his hips. And aimed his cock downward. Like a man ready to thrust a harpoon, he shifted his weight, preparing to plunge deeply into Melody.

  Then a voice boomed, “Whoever you are, come out from behind there!”

  Red and blue sirens lit up the night sky from the other side of the lighthouse.

  Knox froze. His grip loosened, and Melody looked over.

  “Is that the sheriff?” she said.

  “Yeah.” Knox’s muscles relaxed. He released Melody’s wrists. And slipped his still rock hard dick back into his pants like a gunslinger holstering his pistol. Then he zipped up and fastened his belt. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

  “Let’s go,” the voice boomed. “I don’t got all night!”

  Melody straightened up in the saddle, and returned her clothing to their previous, non-lascivious state. She looked back at Knox.

  He was staring at the lighthouse.

  She said, “Guess that’s not a suggestion.”

  Knox looked back at her. “I waited fifteen years. I can wait a bit more. Let’s go.”

  Melody started the bike, and drove around to the front lot. Sheriff Pinter was in his cruiser, with his roof lights flashing. He shook his head. Then clicked them off. “Why am I not surprised?”

  Melody came to a stop next to his window. “Evening, sheriff.”

  “Hey Jerry,” Knox said. “How you doing?”

  “It’s Sheriff Pinter, and I’m doing fine. You know, I should write you both a citation for trespassing on state property.”

  “For what?” Knox said. “We didn’t break in, so we didn’t violate any laws.”

  “What were you doing behind the lighthouse?” the sheriff asked.

  “Just taking in the view,” Knox said. “And that’s not against the law either.”

  “Operating a motorcycle without a license is, though.” He looked at Melody.

  Melody opened her mouth to protest but she closed it. Shit. The sheriff was technically correct. Her mind raced. Then she said, “He’s just teaching me how to operate a motorcycle. I want to get my permit, and we figured someplace like this would be the safest place to learn.”

  The sheriff raised a single eyebrow. “That so?”

  “It is,” Knox said. “So the best you can do is write us a ticket.”

  “I’m going to leave it with a warning,” the sheriff said. “And by the way, I’m not the enemy here. So you can stow the attitude. Drive safely.”

  “We will,” Melody said.

  The sheriff said, “I was talking to him.”

  #

  Knox took the front seat, and drove the pair back to the Coeur de Mer.

  “You want to come inside?” Melody said.

  “I love it when you ask me that,” Knox said. “But I can’t. I got a text earlier, while you were on stage. My ship’s back in dock. Something happened while they were out there. Apparently there’s an issue with her.”

  Melody melted. “Your ship’s been damaged, but you stayed to watch me sing anyway?”

  Knox’s smile was unusually sheepish. “Of course. But I really should get going. I told Gunner I’d be there hours ago.”

  “When will I see you again?”

  Knox leaned forward, and pull
ed her in close. “Soon.”

  They kissed. For a while. There was passion, but also gentility. Then Knox let Melody go, and roared off into the night.

  Melody turned around, sighed, and opened the door. She was dizzy. Or better yet, lightheaded. Maybe intoxicated was the right word. Anyway, she pulled off her heels, and glided inside with a spring in her step. The lights were still on. And Pearl was sitting in the easy chair with a book. “I didn’t expect you so early. Or alone.”

  “Knox’s ship has a problem. He’s going down to check it out.”

  “Ill winds.” Pearl tut-tutted and shook her head.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean what I said. Ill winds. Bad news. For you too, maybe. Someone’s been calling. Once every ten minutes.”

  Melody’s cell phone was on the coffee table. She picked it up, and checked the log. Pearl was right. There were a dozen calls. From Celia Banks “Son of a bitch. It’s my lawyer. I got to-”

  “Yeah, go.”

  Melody walked outside, and returned the incoming calls. The line rang twice before Celia answered. “Hello?”

  “Hey Celia, it’s Melody.”

  There was a pause. Then Celia said, “I’ve got bad news.”

  “What is it?”

  “It’s your case. I’m afraid I have to drop it.”

  “Why?” she said.

  “Because you lied. You said you owned your house, and that William and you were liquid. But your house has a triple mortgage.”

  “What? No it doesn’t!”

  “Yes it does. I checked twice. But it’s not just that,” Celia said. “I’ve done some digging into your finances, and every one of your bank accounts is empty. There’s no money at all. And it’s been that way for months. Also, all the credit cards you own are maxed.”

  Melody’s head began to spin again. “Are you telling me I have zero assets?”

  “No. Zero assets would be a step up. You and William are actually in a tremendous amount of debt.”

  Melody remembered two nights back when she tried to use the joint card and it was declined. She thought it was because it was cancelled. But apparently, it was overdrawn. But how? If Celia was right, and Melody was sure she was, that meant that William moved many of their assets months ago, and kept it from her. Why? “That’s not possible.”

  “I’m sorry, Melody. But it’s true. I know Kat mentioned you had some money squirreled away just in case, I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you for it, unless you don’t want to retain me as counsel.”

  “I still want you,” Melody pleaded, “but that money, those funds are tied up in a real estate deal.” She turned around and looked at the Coeur de Mer. “They’re not available.”

  “Again, I’m sorry to hear it. But that means you’ll need a different lawyer. Have a good-”

  “Wait,” Melody said. “Do you know where the money was transferred to?”

  “Honestly, I have no idea. And if you can’t locate it then you’re truly screwed because as of right now, by every measurable metric, you’re completely broke.”

  Chapter 20

  Melody hung up her phone and ran inside. Broke. It was like cold water had been dumped on her head. How was this possible? How could she have no money? They were never rich, but she and William had saved. Made smart investments. They were well off. How could they be completely out of money? It made no sense…

  But it was too late to call their bank to find out. Or their investment agent. It was too late do anything, except call her husband.

  It rang once. Twice. Ten times before Melody killed the call. “Bastard!”

  Pearl looked up from her book. “Bad news?”

  “The worst.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “That bastard soon to be ex-husband of mine has cleaned out our accounts, so I can’t hire a lawyer. And he also mortgaged our home to the point it’s now underwater. Every asset we had, everything we ever owned, is gone.”

  Pearl closed her book. “Why don’t you contact Harrison at the bank, see if he can’t get you the twenty thousand dollars you gave him back.”

  “No!” Melody spun to her. “Absolutely not! If I have a choice to salvage this life or that one, I’d choose this one every time! Besides, that money’s out there somewhere, and I’m going to find it! If he thinks I’m going to take this, after all I’ve been through, he’s got another thing coming.”

  Pearl smiled. “You’re sounding more and more like your old self by the minute.”

  “This is no time for the life coach routine.”

  “Darling, if all it takes is this to remind you of who you are, I’ll take it. Gladly.”

  “But if I fail… We still owe five thousand on your mortgage.”

  Pearl smiled even broader. “You’re way more important than this pile of wood. And besides, you don’t fail.”

  “I’m not sure about that,” Melody said. “But I do know that I want to go for a walk. Clear my head. And if I do get ahold of my husband I’m going to need some room, otherwise I may blow your windows out.”

  “You go do that, tiger. Take some air, and kill that dragon. Oh, and they’re our windows now.”

  #

  Melody walked towards the center of town. She was still in her heels, and the sequin dress she’d sung in. And while it normally sparkled, the dress was now dull since none of the streetlights were on. But with each step she still hoped for some illumination.

  The fact was, Melody Song was conflicted. The roller coaster of emotions she’d just gotten off of was potent. She’d gone from elation at Rick’s, where she’d apparently proven she was as good a singer as Pearl said, to a ride with Knox where she had a near sexual encounter that was actually better than the real thing with lesser men she’d known. Then finally, discovering that her divorce was going about as well as her marriage had, which meant her past was now trying to choke the future by threatening her home. She knew William was a scumbag, but she never imagined he’d do something so awful. It was actually out of character.

  It was also frustrating. She didn’t know what to do.

  So she decided to head back towards Ocean Way. The walk took about thirty minutes, and when she got there the stores were all closed. The only car on the strip was Jerry’s police cruiser. It was parked in front of The Perfect Sundae. Melody got up to the window, and pressed her face against it. The lights were off. If the sheriff was there, he was camouflaged. So she turned, and looked down the road. Nobody there, either. Maybe he was-

  Right then Melody's phone buzzed.

  She spun away from the window and walked a few meters, then turned the corner, and checked the number. William. She hit answer and said, “You bastard, where’s our money?”

  “Hi, sweetheart. I was expecting you’d react this way.”

  “What way?” she spat.

  “Emotional. I expected you to be reactionary.”

  “And I was expecting to get half of more than nothing!”

  “I can sense you’re angry, you’ve always been like this. Why don’t-”

  “Why don’t you go to hell? And tell me where our nest egg’s hidden!”

  “Sorry, it’s been moved. Weeks ago. Months ago, in fact. I had a deal lined up, but no liquidity, so I juggled a few things.”

  “A few things? There are three mortgages on our house! The bank’s going to reclaim it! We had it paid off. And the credit cards? They’re maxed! How on earth did you do this? And why?”

  “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you about why I needed the liquidity. And as for the mortgage payment, I was going to make it on time, but then all this happened with us, and I knew I couldn’t trust you to be… logical. You know how emotional you are.”

  “I’m going to show you how emotional I can be, first-”

  “Listen. The money’s not gone. But it is wrapped up in an account with more layers than an onion. Your lawyers will never find it, and we both know you can’t find it without them. And since I had ev
ery bit of authority to move it around, as we’re still married, I didn’t commit a crime.”

  “My lawyers will find it. They’ll find it, and prosecute you!”

  He laughed. It was deep. And he sounded satisfied. “No they won’t. You hired Celia Banks, right? She won’t take a case unless the money’s there. She’s probably already dropped you as a client, hasn’t she? That’s how you found out about it, right? I mean, I changed the codes to the accounts, so how else? Celia must’ve looked into our finances and found the well’s gone dry.” William sounded like he had a toothy grin plastered on his face. “Admit it.”

  “You shark! How can you do this to me?”

  “It’s not so hard. You got old, sweetheart. And stale. Then you put on some weight. And now that we’re getting a divorce, the decision became easy. So think about that, as you go back to what you’re doing, and when you finally come crawling back from the cove you can either reassume your station, cooking for me as my wife, or sign divorce papers that will leave you with nothing. Your choice,” he said. “Sweetheart.”

  “Sweetheart? You asshole, I should’ve poisoned you years ago!” Then Melody cancelled the call. She was breathing heavily. Fortunately, there was no one around to hear her yelling. Except-

  “Hey, funny seeing you here.” The voice was familiar. It wasn’t deep. But it definitely belonged to a man. A man that Melody had never wanted to see again.

  She jumped away from it, and spun around.

  Standing there, with a bruise over his eye where Melody had hit him, was Sparrow.

  Chapter 21

  Melody cried, “You!”

  “Yeah, me. Now we’re going to finish the dance we started last night.”

  Melody opened her mouth and took a deep breath. The sheriff was close by. He had to be. His car was right around the corner. Melody was going to scream for him. Loud enough to break his cruiser’s windshield.

  But Sparrow lunged forward, and thrust his hand towards Melody’s face. He clamped down tight over her mouth, and squeezed.