Memory of a Melody

by Charli B. Rose

  “I was happy to do that for her.” I kissed the scruff on his chin.

  He lowered his head so our mouths aligned. Before he captured my lips in a kiss, he mumbled against my mouth, “Who is this Nicholas character, and should I be jealous of that first kiss you never forgot?”

  I threw back my head and laughed. “You should definitely not be jealous. Our love affair was short-lived. He kissed Mackenzie a week later. And that was the end of that. But I didn’t want to dash your sister’s hopes of love everlasting at her age.”

  “Have I told you lately how much I love you?” he whispered.

  “Not in at least an hour.”

  “Well, let me remedy that. I love you, Willa. So much.” Then he took my mouth in a scorching kiss, there in his sister’s room surrounded by pink and lace.

  He pulled back before I’d gotten my fill. “Dinner’s ready,” he said breathlessly. “We’d better head out before one of them comes to look for us. Before we go, I need to tell you one thing.”

  “What’s that?” I smiled up at him, seeing love swimming in his eyes.

  He leaned down so his breath caressed the shell of my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “I’m having you for dessert, princess,” he growled.

  Arousal made my nipples pebble beneath the fabric of my clothes and heat flood my core. Before I could catch my breath, Trystan dragged me out of there with a smirk on his face.

  Hours later, the house was silent. Margie and Dani had gone to bed, the excitement wearing them both out. While Trystan moved around the house, shutting the windows which had let in the evening breeze, I headed to our room to get ready for bed.

  My suitcase rested on the foot of the bed. I unzipped it and rifled through its contents to find something appropriate. Each article I grabbed, I discarded onto the mattress until the white bedspread was littered with colorful scraps of lace and silk.

  The door clicked shut quietly behind me. The sound of the lock being engaged was abnormally loud in the stillness of the cabin. Warm arms wound around my waist, and a solid chest met my back. “Did your suitcase explode?” he asked with a chuckle.

  “No. That was me trying to find something family appropriate to wear around your family.” I threw up my hands exasperated.

  “I’m sure there’s something in here. Show me.” He moved to sit on a clear spot on the bed.

  “OK,” I said with a sigh. I grabbed the lacey, lavender boy shorts with matching see-through tube top and held them up.

  “That’s hot,” Trystan commented.

  “That was the point.” Next I showed him a sheer white, off-the-shoulder crop top with a matching thong held together by ribbons.

  “Damn,” he growled.

  Up next was a pink, baby doll nightie trimmed in black. Trystan eased toward me and groaned.

  “You see all the inappropriate crap I packed? And there’s more. Look at this.” I dangled some scraps of blue linked by floss. “I’m not even sure how to put this on.” I tossed it at Trystan.

  “Let me make one thing perfectly clear,” Trystan said as he gathered up all the random spots of color from the bed to move them out of the way. “There is nothing inappropriate about these sexy outfits. Matter of fact—” He stalked across the mattress to me like a lion chasing an injured gazelle. “—these are incredibly appropriate. And I can’t wait to see you in each and every one. And then take each and every one off your beautiful body.”

  “But I can’t lounge around the house in these,” I pouted.

  “I’ll give you a pair of my sweats and a shirt for you to lounge in if you really have nothing in that fifty-pound suitcase to wear in front of my mom and kid sister. And the whole time, I’ll be imagining one of these things underneath my clothes on your body.” The look on his face was pure need.

  Hastily, I started shoving the lingerie back into my suitcase. Trystan plucked the pink nightie from my hands.

  “Go put this on. I want to eat my princess while she’s dressed like one.”

  My skin tingled at his words. I grabbed the outfit from him and scampered off to the bathroom. As soon as the door whispered shut behind me, I started undressing. I was almost ready when a voice called through the wood, “I’m ready for my dessert, princess.”

  A shiver shot through my torso, igniting all my sensitive places with white-hot heat. “I’m coming,” I said as I opened the door to find Trystan waiting right outside with his cock in hand, slowly stroking.

  “Not yet, but you will be soon,” he said with a smirk. “Spin for me. Let me see you.”

  I obliged his request. A couple of seconds later, I was back to facing him. The air thickened with each exhale.

  Trystan’s fingers tightened on his dick, making the mushroom-shaped tip a darker shade of purple. I was hypnotized by the motion of his touch on his skin. Without much deliberation, I dropped to my knees in front of him.

  Through my eyelashes, I peered up at him. Lust dripped from his gaze. My fingers wrapped around his growing erection. Heat pulsed from his flesh as it twitched beneath my touch. Keeping my gaze on him, I gave him a few slow strokes. His fingers fell away to allow me full access. Tentatively, I leaned forward and licked the tip. At his sides, Trystan’s fingers furled into a fist. My tongue lapped along the underside, pressing against the raised vein beneath the surface of his skin.

  His fingers fisted my hair when I slid my mouth over the tip and down his shaft. After a few passes over his length, his breath hissed out through his teeth.

  “On the bed. Now. Princess,” he grated out. His hands moved under my arms and lifted me to my feet.

  Like an Olympic runner approaching the finish line ahead of the pack, I hastened to climb onto the bed. The growl that sounded behind me as I crawled to the head of the bed indicated he appreciated the view. I shook my rear to tease him, which earned me a light smack to one cheek.

  Remaining on my hands and knees, I looked over my shoulder when Trystan climbed on the mattress behind me. Calloused fingertips dragged along my legs from knees to hips. His touch raised goosebumps on my flesh. Trystan hooked his fingers beneath the thin strips of fabric ringing my waist and eased my panties from me.

  He ran his fingers between my thighs, testing the slickness of my slit. When he found it weeping with arousal, he draped himself across my back. His hard cock slid against me as he whispered in my ear, “Ready to feed me my dessert, princess?”

  “Yes,” I pleaded.

  Smoothly, he slid off my back so that his head landed on the pillow next to my fisted hand.

  “Sit on my face,” he commanded in a low, raspy voice.

  I sat up and maneuvered myself with a knee on each side of him. Self-consciously, I scooted forward until I gripped the headboard and lowered my core to his waiting mouth. He lifted his face to bury it against my core. Gently, he nibbled and sucked my lower lips, causing my body to heat from the inside out. I lifted up on my knees, separating my body from his.

  “Un-uh. Come back here. I’m still hungry.” The words were both a hot and cool caress against my needy center.

  His hands on my hips eased me back down. Using his fingers, he spread me open. He licked me from bottom to top with several languid licks. As my muscles began to tense, he narrowed his tongue like an arrow and flicked it rapidly against my clit. The scruff on his chin scraped against my opening in the most delicious way.

  Without thought, my body dropped further, seeking more contact, more friction … just more. Trystan moaned his approval, the sound vibrating against me.

  “More,” I panted.

  At my plea, he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked. As tingles started in my fingers and toes, Trystan thrust two fingers inside me and began to stroke against the sensitive spot inside. When my volume started to rise, he let go of my hip and pressed his palm over my mouth to muffle the noise.

  I was like a bomb with a short fuse that had been dipped in gasoline before a lit match was touched to the end. Every cell in my body detonated
with bliss. My eyes clenched tightly as I soared to the heavens.

  When I eased off Trystan, he peered up at me with a satisfied smirk on his face. Carefully, he urged me down his torso until his hard cock nudged against me. He reached for the shiny square of foil on the bedside table.

  “We don’t have to use that if you don’t want to,” I whispered.

  His eyes widened. “Are you sure? I mean, I’m clean, and I’ve never …”

  “I haven’t either, and I’m on birth control. So …”

  He brought his hand back so he could guide me onto his cock. The slide of flesh on flesh was intense. When he was buried to the hilt, we stared deeply into each other’s eyes. I tugged my nightie off. Trystan sat up to take a nipple in his mouth, which pushed him deeper inside of me.

  With a pop, he let go of my flesh. His arms wound around me, holding me as close as possible. My forehead touched his. In the space of that moment, we were more intimate than I’d ever been with anyone in my life. Where we were joined, he rocked us slowly, stoking a fire of passion. Our bodies were connected, like our hearts and souls.

  “I love you, princess,” he whispered against my lips as he pulled me up the mountain of pleasure with him.

  I ran my fingers through his hair. “I love you too. More than I ever thought was possible.”

  ♪ More Than Words Can Say by Alias

  Time stopped around us. Everything ceased to exist beyond our connection. We spent the rest of the night loving each other with words and actions.

  I sat in the swing on the front porch, watching Trystan trot around the grassy yard like a horse with Dani on his back. The joy on both their faces tugged at my heart. A breeze rustled the colorful leaves, making some of them fall around the pair like an autumn shower.

  “Those two are my whole world,” Margie said as she pushed off the wooden porch floor with her foot, sending the swing forward.

  “I can see why.” I glanced at her. “I can’t imagine the strength you’ve had to tap into to do what you’ve done on your own. You’ve raised a couple of amazing kids.” The past few days with Trystan’s family had been so relaxing. Margie and Dani were easy to love.

  “When Trystan first told me about you and how he felt, that was when I truly stopped worrying about him and realized my job as his mom was kind of done. Not that a mom ever stops mothering. But the goal of parenthood is to nurture and raise an adult capable of making the world a better place and finding someone worthy of sharing their life with. I know for sure now that I’ve met you, that Trystan is going to be fine. He’s going to have an amazing life with you by his side. You’re good for him. You made him believe in love.” She patted my knee. “And I see how you love him when he’s not even paying attention.”

  Tears made the picturesque view in front of me shimmer and blur. “I worried you would think we got too serious too fast. Hell, I worried about it myself. When I couldn’t remember him or what we had, I still felt so strongly for him. I couldn’t explain why. And even though my head argued it was wrong to have feelings for him while I was planning to marry someone else, my heart just couldn’t let Trystan go. It longed for him. And I tried so hard to deny it. But …”

  “But love refuses to be denied. And I’m definitely not one to judge anyone for how fast they fall in love. Trystan’s father and I knew each other for years before we even shared our first kiss. We took things slow until after graduation.” She gazed off into the distance like she was seeing a time no longer in existence. “When we got married, I was sure we’d last forever. No one knew us better than we knew each other. And for years, we were each other’s everything. But it wasn’t in the cards for us to stand the test of time.” She shook her head wistfully. “I bet you and Trystan will fare differently. His dad never looked at me the way Trystan looks at you. No, what you two have is special, even if it’s new.”

  We sat in companionable silence for a while longer, watching the brother and sister pair play. It was one of those moments that should mean nothing, but instead, meant everything.

  38

  Trystan

  A few weeks later …

  As I stood at the front of the stage in the Kentucky Center, waiting for the lights to illuminate the area, I was in awe. Not long ago we were performing to a few dozen fans at Mind Meld. Tonight we were opening for Forging Frission, to a crowd of a few thousand. After the success of our two singles, Matthews’ Melodies wasted no time getting us on a mini tour opening for Forging Frission’s East Coast leg. Tonight was our first night. Nerves and excitement warred in my gut.

  One of the stage crew darted around, letting us know the lights would be up in thirty seconds.

  Rafe banged his sticks and shouted, “One, two, three.” Then he fell into a pounding rhythm as the lights came up. Nix and I started strumming, exciting the crowd with our version of “Livin’ on a Prayer”. The crowd sang along.

  We didn’t even pause at the end of the song before we launched right into our latest single. And something I never could’ve imagined happened. The fans who were there for Forging Frission started singing our lyrics back to us. It was the most humbling moment of my life. I couldn’t help but glance offstage to the left. Willa bounced on her feet in the shadows. My heart tugged when I caught her eye, and she blew me a kiss.

  When the song ended, I grabbed the microphone. “In case you didn’t know, we’re Tryst Disrupted, and that was our newest single. We’re so honored to be here tonight, warming you guys up for Forging Frission.”

  The crowd went wild at the mention of the headlining band. I had no doubt that one day crowds would be going wild for us like that.

  As we played through our set, I couldn’t stop myself from peeking her way every few minutes. She danced and lost herself in our performance. When our set was almost over, we slowed the tempo down.

  “You might recognize this one. It was our first official single. There have been many discussions on the title of the song and whether it’s a typo. I figured I’d set the record straight. You see, I wrote this song for the girl who stole my heart. Her name is Willa. And she’s everything I never imagined I’d have, all I never knew I wanted and exactly what I needed. This one’s for my girl, Willa.” I glanced back to the shadows and caught Willa wiping the tears from her cheeks.

  “I love you,” I mouthed to her. She whispered it back to me. Then I let the world know just how much I loved her with the lyrics she carved on my heart.

  When our set was over, I rushed off stage and scooped Willa up. I was covered in sweat from the lights, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I planted my mouth on hers and kissed her like it was the only thing in the world I could do. Finally, I pulled back to take a breath.

  “Sorry. I’m all sweaty,” I panted.

  “Don’t be sorry. I think it’s hot. Matter of fact, I think we should find a closet so I can show you just how turned on it made me to watch you perform,” she whispered in my ear.

  I checked the time. “We don’t have a lot of time,” I warned. Behind me, the crowd roared as Forging Frission started playing one of their classic hits.

  “We don’t need a lot. Just a quickie to hold me over so I don’t explode.” She batted her eyelashes at me as her fingers dragged down the center of my wet shirt.

  She didn’t have to ask me twice. Performing made my adrenaline run high and sinking into my girl would certainly be a way to blow off some steam. I linked our fingers and practically dragged her down the hallway to an office I’d stumbled upon by accident before the show.

  As soon as we tripped across the threshold, I shut and locked the door. With fumbling fingers, I found the light switch. Willa’s hands were on the button of my jeans before I could even start to touch her. She’d worn a skirt, so I wasn’t denied the pleasure of running my fingers along her wet heat for long.

  “You’re so wet, princess,” I growled in her ear.

  “I’ve never had sex with a chart-topping rock star before,” she panted as her body tensed
beneath my touch.

  “What are you talking about?” I asked without letting up the assault I was launching on her clit.

  “‘Willa Love’ hit number one in the charts today,” she answered breathlessly.

  I was speechless. My fingers froze against her flesh. “Really?” I finally whispered.

  “Really. You did it.” She cupped my cheek and stared at me like I was the center of her universe. “I’m so proud of you.”

  “I couldn’t have done it without you.” I lowered my face to hers and kissed her sweetly.

  She didn’t let our kiss stay sweet for long. Willa opened my fly and grabbed my shaft. Her hips started to move, rubbing her body against my stationary fingers.

  In one smooth motion, I spun her around, pressing her back to the door. I hoisted her up. My cock twitched against her entrance. Before I shifted forward, I asked, “Have you ever had sex where you could be discovered by at least a dozen people?”

  She bit her lip and shook her head. A flash of fear filled her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by desire.

  I thrust forward, slipping inside her body inch by inch. “I like crossing nevers off your list.”

  Knowing we didn’t have a lot of time before I was supposed to be at a meet and greet, I set a frenzied pace which had us both moaning in no time.

  Minutes later with our clothes righted, I dragged my fingers through her hair to make it look less like sex hair. I smirked down at the sated look on her face. “You gonna fix my sex hair?” I asked. She’d pulled on it a lot in those few intense minutes.

  “Nah. I want people to know what I did to you, what you did to me, what we did to each other.” She winked at me and sauntered out the door.

  We headed to the dressing room, where Nix informed me I had just enough time to change shirts before the first wave of fans would be let into the green room. Rafe winked at Willa, making her blush. The guys had met her a few weeks ago. She was still a little shy around them, but she was coming around.