Gibson's Melody: (A Last Score Novella) (Last Score (Gibson's Legacy and Trusting Gibson))

by K. L. Shandwick

  A massive fireplace with a natural log fire divided the middle of the room in half at one side. Plush deep cushioned couches gave the feeling of luxury and comfort while the open kitchen on the other side was probably most chef’s dream.

  Naturally stunning terrain surrounded a beautiful small-looking cabin from the front. Low single floor was visible and it was very unassuming at first glance. But once inside it was a fabulous space spread over three floors to the back, a huge wrap around natural pine veranda and secluded parking under the whole structure.

  With five bedrooms and a large playroom one floor down I had to admit had Gibson been asked to design a house with Melody’s safety in mind the cabin was as near to perfection as he’d have managed.

  At first I hadn’t wanted to see it, but when he explained how important it would be for me to picture what Melody was talking when she talked about where she lived. I agreed it made sense because I knew once Kiran moved in I wouldn’t be running around with a pumpkin pie or anything.

  I was happy that the distance between their place and ours was sufficient for me not to run into Kiran every day, yet with only five miles of travel between places I knew it would be easy for Gibson to have Melody over whenever her schedules and custody arrangements allowed.

  “C’mere darlin’,” I know you probably don’t think I need to say this, but I’m gonna say it anyway.” Outside on the decking Gibson took a deep breath and pulled me into his arms when we’d finished looking around. “Just because this is here and Melody is close doesn’t mean I’m gonna be over here all the time. I’m never setting foot in here if I can help it. Emma will bring her and take her home.

  “You don’t have to do that, Gibson. That’s not necessary. I trust you to—”

  “And I trust me too, but since Kiran isn’t one hundred percent all about Melody, I figured it was a safer bet not to be around her at all if I can help it. Last thing I want in all of this is her spinning a yarn in an effort to dent what we’ve got. Now I figure we’re unshakable but fuck…I’m not giving her any ammunition. You got me?” Gibson’s brow was creased from carrying the weight of his words.

  Knowing there were always women who felt like he owed them a shot I accepted that his decision was as much about him as it would have been for me and smiled.

  “Yes, boss, I got you.” I saluted him and he caught my wrist in his hand then brought my fingers to his lips. Softly he peppered kisses on them then released his grip to slide his cold hand onto the nape of my neck, under my hair. A pleasurable shiver shot down my spine and made my panties wet instantly.

  Gibson gave me his trademark roguish grin and laughed softly. “Did you come in your panties there. Your whole body shook,” he rasped as he dipped his mouth to my neck.

  I shoved him back and gave him a knowing smile because I hadn’t missed the notable bulge he’d brushed across my tummy while his attention became more heated.

  “Gibson Barclay if you think you’re going to fuck me on the deck of your baby momma’s house you have another think coming.”

  “So long as something’s coming,” he answered and chuckled. Instantly he bent his knees and swept my up over his shoulder with my ass in the air and my face almost level with his. “Okay, you’ve seen enough, I guess I need to take you home. If I’m not getting any alfresco action here I’m taking you back to the hot tub at home. How does that sound.”

  “Uh, no you’re not. Piper is home with a tutor today,” I reminded him.

  “Fuck where did all these kids suddenly come from?” he asked in a tone laced with frustration. “Do I have to book into a hotel in town to fuck my wife these days?”

  “There’s always the pool house,” I suggested because by then I was just as eager as he was.

  “Good, call, Mrs. Barclay, I always knew you weren’t just a pretty face…and ass,” he said slapping it firmly. I yelped loudly and the noise carried. “Maybe it’s time we brought another cabin on the property to use as a sneaky fuck pad. What do you think?” he asked stopping again to wait for my reply.

  “Does sex dominate your thoughts all day long, Gibson?”

  “What else is there to think about, darlin’?” he asked on a chuckle. “You know you love it so don’t hang there pretending I don’t do it for you. I’d be a terrible husband if I didn’t make your toes curl and that pretty little voice of yours scream with every chance I got now, wouldn’t I?”

  I bit back a grin because he had a point.

  “See … I thought so,” he said taking my silence as me agreeing with him. “Now let’s get to that pool house. My dick is aches like fuck because it wants to be snuggled inside you.” I burst out laughing because snuggle couldn’t begin to describe what Gibson did to me when I let him inside me.

  Arriving back at our place, Gibson was true to his word. As soon as we got out the car, he slung me unceremoniously over his shoulder and spun with me hanging upside-down to address Jonny.

  “We’ll be getting jiggy in the pool house, Jonny, go play with yourself.” It had been a few years since I’d been embarrassed by something Gibson said but I slapped his firm ass and hurt my hand for talking like I wasn’t there.

  “Oh, you wanna get a little kinky, darlin’?” he suggested and jogged alongside the pool to get to the door, “Let’s see…how can I make this interesting for you?” he teased as he stepped inside the living room and swung around to close the door. Placing his hand on my ass he wandered into the bedroom and ceremonially dumped me flat on my back on the bed. Our eyes met and immediately the mood in the room intensified.

  “Ah. Now I’ve got your attention, huh? Get undressed,” he commanded.

  Defiance was my initially reaction and I opened my mouth to respond, but Gibson tore open the buttons on his fly and I diverted to there instead. My lips felt dry as my heartrate spiked. “Now then, look what I’ve got here,” he said in another playful tone like he was making a craft. I softly laughed as my eyes met his until I saw his heavy semi hard cock in the palm of his hand. Gibson let out a low rumbly laugh and his hand began to tug slowly in even strokes. “You like watching this?” he asked.

  I swallowed and licked my dry lips. “It’s hot,” I answered honestly.

  “Take off your clothes, I need you naked this minute,” he ordered in a low voice loaded with frustration. I grinned at his frustration and the look he gave me said a thousand words. I rose up on the bed on my knees and pulled the T- shirt I wore over my head, pulled my hair free of it and threw it on the floor.

  “Now the jeans,” he commanded, his hand moving steadily up and down his thick hard length. I climbed up to my feet and undid my zipper while his eyes fixed on it. Sliding them over my hips I pulled them down past my knees then dropped onto my ass on the bed and pulled them over my feet.

  “You’re still wearing way too much for my liking, take off the rest,” he told me.

  “Since when do you give all the orders around here,” I asked playfully.

  “Since my balls feel like baseballs hanging from the end of my dick. Do it,” he snapped as his frustration grew. I smiled lovingly and lay back on the bed stretching my arms and legs wide.

  “What if I said “no”?” I asked as I made myself comfortable.

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, what if I said I’m not taking my underwear off.”

  “Then you’ll go across my knee until your ass is raw then I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit down for the rest of the day for teasing me in the first place.”

  “Hmm. Sounds pretty aweso—” my voice died in my throat and was replaced by a yelp as Gibson dragged me swiftly down the bed, lifted me and I landed face down over his knee. A sharp crack rang out in the room and my ass cheek stung.

  “Are you sorry for mocking me?”

  Even though I was shocked, his sudden aggression was turning me on. “Nope,” I replied laughing.

  Crack, another sharp spank hit my ass and the pain that stung before hurt more. “How about now?” />
  It was painful but funny at the same time and I laughed harder.

  “Oh, so you think this is fucking funny, do you?” he asked trying to sound mad but he couldn’t fully conceal his amusement. I giggled manically because I was still lying across his knee and he started tickling me in my ribs. Breathless from laughing I tried to squirm my way off his legs.

  Suddenly he held me tight, turned me around, and dropped me back on the bed. His phone clattered to the floor from the pocket of his jeans and he bent forward to pick it up. Glancing up through his lashes to meet my gaze he gave me a roguish grin and flicked through his phone.

  Seconds later “I’m Gonna Do My Thing,” by Royal Deluxe played from a playlist on his phone as he stepped out his jeans. Tugging free of them he crawled all the way up the bed like a predator who wasn’t taking no for an answer.

  Seeing how delicious and appealing he looked naked from the waist down with his tight white T- shirt stretched across his fine body the word no was no longer in my vocabulary. “Enough already. I’m topped out with all the foreplay, my dick is stretched tight to the point of pain in its skin,” he snapped pretending to be angry.

  Sliding his hands down over one hip he grabbed at both sides of my thong and tugged it roughly until it ripped it in half. He lifted my legs and bent them at the knee. Next he pushed them tight to my chest and hurriedly swept the bulbous thick head of his dick down my slick crease. Holding his cock in his hand he pushed forward and stretched me inch by inch as he came inside me.

  As his pubic bone met mine he stilled, held his breath while we both adjusted then grunted loudly in satisfaction when he exhaled. “Damn. Best feeling in the world, darlin’,” he whispered and nibbled my neck.

  All of my senses were flooded by the overwhelming sensation of lying beneath the man of my dreams. The look of possessive intent was unbearable as my anticipation grew with my need for him to move inside me. “Fuck me, Gibson,” I said in a stark commanding way. I saw the surprise in his eyes and the heat that followed my words.

  “Oh, darlin’, I fully intend on doing just that and I warned you this ain’t gonna be no tender session.” His forehead dropped to mine and his breath became my air as he pulled his butt back and slid back and forth for a moment. “Damn, I really wanna fuck you hard but slipping in and out of your tight wet little pussy like this feels too fucking good,” he countered in an argument with himself as he rocked into me slowly. “You’re a witch, you know that?” He asked in a teasing tone. “What the fuck have you done to me, Chloe Barclay?” I questioned with a cheeky grin.

  “What have I done? I’m thinking it’s the other way around. Anyway, you’ve been tantalizing me for the last two hours are you gonna fuck me or what?” I asked, challenging his previous threat to fuck me hard. No sooner had I said the words when he did just that. True to his word, Gibson definitely claimed what was his until I could no longer stand the pleasure he gave me. Exhausted and sore, but in the best way imaginable I closed my legs and curled to the side. Unable to keep my eyes open a second longer I sunk into a deep and satisfied slumber.

  Chapter Fourteen

  All Right

  Gibson

  Normally, I wasn’t of a nervous disposition. Hell, I couldn’t walk out to a stadium of seventy thousand people without blinking if my job demanded it. Nothing usually made me feel antsy… yet waiting for my daughter to be near-by I felt exactly that.

  Doubts crept in. Was I ill prepared? What if I gave her and Piper bad advice down the line? What if Melody hated me when she read about my past? What if she wouldn’t listen to me when she was a teen because of how I behaved?

  “I can hear you thinking,” Chloe says slipping her arms around me from behind and placing her cheek between my shoulder blades. Her touch instantly grounded me. I turned in her arms and faced her. My hands slipped to her lower back and I clasped my fingers together and looked down at her concerned expression.

  “You’re all that, you know that?”

  “No you are,” she replied.

  “Aren’t I entitled to my opinion?”

  “I suppose…everything’s gonna be all right, you know that?” Chloe’s reassurance was well-timed.

  I inhaled deeply and thought it had to be no matter what. “I know.”

  “Then stop worrying. If anyone should be uneasy about this it should be me.”

  “I know. Thank you… for trusting me…for accepting Melody.”

  Instead of replying Chloe reached up on tiptoe and brushed my dry lips with hers.

  “Then let’s get ready, she’ll be here in twenty minutes.”

  Stepping backward out of my embrace she took my hand. “Just be you, Gibson. She may be a child but you have this innate ability to draw people toward you. She’ll adore you…like you already adore her.”

  “Maybe I should hire you as my life coach.”

  Chloe bit her lip before they twisted into a sassy expression. She raked her eyes over me. “Sorry Mr Barclay, you couldn’t afford my rates.” Swiftly I patted her ass and scooped her into my side.

  “Smart ass,” I shot back and glanced toward the house. Together we walked in silence both knowing from that day forward our time alone would be governed by Melody and Piper’s schedules and our own needs would have to take a different path for us to achieve a balance.

  We knew whatever happened and however we chose to bring up our girls their lives wouldn’t be conventional. They’d already led lives outside the norm at the point when we met them, but we’d parent them with love. Even if sometimes that love was ‘tough love’ to keep them from making life-changing mistakes.

  Between Chloe and I we had a wealth of knowledge of the bad decisions and experiences we’d endured during our own journeys and I figured that had to count when helping to guide kids of our own.

  The grinding of gravel alerted us as to Melody’s arrival and Chloe slid her hands around my waist on the other side of the door. “I know you’re going to be an amazing dad, Gibson. Take a breath, take it slow, and enjoy her.”

  My throat closed with emotion for the humility Chloe had to ensure I felt at ease when her heart must have been aching for the child that we lost. “Melody may have a birth mom, Chloe, but I’m gonna make sure you’re given the same respect and honor the title of Mom brings with it.”

  “No, Gibson it’s not up to you to force the issue. It’s up to me to earn it.”

  Before I could reply the door burst open and Melody stood breathless, her little chest heaving excitedly and her wide almond shaped eyes searching and bright. “I’m here, Daddy,” she screeched before running full pelt and lunging at me with a pink, Little Mermaid backpack jiggling behind her.

  Bending my knees I caught her flicking her legs up in the air and hung her upside down by her ankles. Squealing with delight she shouted, “Chloe tell him to put me down, help me,” she said, giggling. I turned her right side up and planted her firmly on her feet where she staggered off balance and latched on to Chloe’s leg.

  Grinning she looked up at Chloe and shook her head, “Jeez, how do you deal with that, my daddy’s a real handful, huh?” she asked wiping her bangs out of her eyes and smiling at Chloe like she’d known her for years.

  “You’re right Melody, he can be a handful at times, but I’m glad he’s my handful,” she answered honestly.

  “Well, just as well I’m coming to live here sometimes. I’ll try and give you a break.” Chloe and I both chuckled at her grown-up attitude as she clung tighter to my wife’s leg.

  I don’t know why but I felt Melody was looking for acceptance from Chloe just as much as Chloe needed Melody to like her. “I heard my mom talking on the phone and she said my daddy could have any woman in the world but he picked you. That means you’re very special, right?”

  Biting back a grin I could well imagine that conversation but I was glad what Melody took from it.

  “You’re right, baby girl, she’s the most special lady in the world to me and you and Piper are the t
wo most special girls.”

  Melody squeezed Chloe’s leg tighter and waved me in for a group hug. “I’m so glad my mommy found you Daddy because I know I’m going to have so much fun here with all of you. And I’m going to be a rock star just like you.”

  Lifting Melody into my arms I pulled Chloe close and kissed the top of her head. “Yeah? Over my dead body you are.” I answered in an amused tone, but as I looked into Melody’s eyes I felt my heart melt once again and figured putting my foot down like I promised myself was suddenly not going to be as easy in practice as I’d imagined.

  The End

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  K. L. Shandwick lives on the outskirts of London. She started writing after a challenge by a friend when she commented on a book she read. The result of this was "The Everything Trilogy." Her background has been mainly in the health and social care sector in the U.K. She is still currently a freelance or self- employed professional in this field. Her books tend to focus on the relationships of the main characters. Writing is a form of escapism for her and she is just as excited to find out where her characters take her as she is when she reads another author's work.