Sweet Melody (Rock & Rodeo Romance #1) (7 page)

My heart bursts in my chest as the blind darkness wraps around me. I resist the urge to use my hands to take over and explore him, playing his game.

My soaked panties and I sit back and let Hunter take the lead.

N
o sight means
no damn clue where we’re headed. After trying to determine in which direction he’s driving, I give up after about the sixth turn. For all I know, we could be going in circles. My newfound Spidey senses do pick out more details. After several minutes, the road beneath us rumbles, and the truck maneuvers over a bumpy dirt road. The truck shakes and rocks. We must be way out of the fucking way. Perfect place to take a potential date.
Or a potential victim
.

“I’m not taking you somewhere to kill you and get rid of your body, in case you were worried,” says Hunter, surprising the shit out of me. “I promised to take care of you, and I keep my word.”

Before I can reply with a joke, he turns on some music. Bethany sometimes blasts it on her phone, but I don’t know the words. Hunter hums along, as the path gets rougher. Our speed drops.

“You sure we’re in an area we’re supposed to be in?”

“Positive.” Hunter returns to humming.

When the end of the first verse hits, he sings under his breath. Even at half volume, his sexy voice affects me. If he continues to sing, he can do whatever he wants to me.

By the second round of the chorus, I’ve picked up the words. As Hunter sings the lead, I add a simple harmony to it. He sings a little louder, and by the end of the song, we harmonize together almost as good as we did on stage. A little pang of regret hits when the song ends, but the truck slows down. Curiosity and anticipation build.

Hunter executes a three-point turn and backs up until he kills the engine. The quiet peace accentuates my senses.

“Be right back. Don’t go anywhere,” Hunter jokes.

The bounce of the truck and additional strange noises give me very little clues to go by. The sound of rusty metal opening and the crunch of it closing pique my interest. The truck dips as he jumps down. Time ticks by with nothing but my breath for me to hear. My head tilts back and forth, trying to identify anything. Even a quick attempt to sneak a peek under the blindfold reveals nothing but darkness from the tight fabric around my head.

One click of the handle, and my door opens. My heart pounds hard enough to push the excitement through me.

“Hey, beautiful.” Hunter’s finger traces my jawline, the gentle gesture warming me to whatever he has in store. He unbuckles me and holds my hand.

“Hey, yourself.” My hand takes his to let him guide me out of the seat. I hope he can’t feel the slight shake as he rubs his thumb over mine.

We don’t move more than a few steps away after he shuts the door of the truck. His hands glide up my arms, his touch gentle and reassuring.

“Now, I know how tempting it is, but do your best not to make any guesses where we are yet.”

With guidance from him, we take slow, deliberate steps. The damn cowboy boots on my feet sink with every pace, and salt air fills my nose. The sound of waves crashing gives me enough information to make a very educated guess, but I keep my mouth shut to play along with Hunter’s game.

My foot turns a little in the soft sand.

“I’ve got you. I won’t let you fall.” His warm hands shift to help. “Here.” He pulls me back until I fall against his strong chest. He shifts his body so that it wraps around me a bit, and I fit into the nook he creates for me. His breath tickles my neck as he leans into me. His chest moves up and down with each breath, pushing me back and forth as if lulling me with its gentle rocking into a deep level of trust.

“So, any guesses where we are?”

“The mountains?”

His fingers pinch my arm. “Try again.”

“Las Vegas? Ooh, are we gonna get a quickie wedding, do it all night, and then in the morning try to convince the lawyers we need an annulment?”

Hunter’s entire being stiffens at my words. “Melody, if I ever get a hold of you like that, you can be sure I’m never letting you go.”

All playfulness vanishes. His serious tone doesn’t match my obvious joke. No matter what the night promises, and as much as he turns me on, perhaps none of it’s worth the effort.

Or maybe he is. And that scares me shitless.

He scrapes his short whiskers against my neck, the bristled roughness meant to get me out of my head and bring me back to the here and now.

“Okay, okay. Not Vegas. Well, based on my superhero powers heightened by my newfound inability to see, I’ll take a wild guess you’ve got me somewhere on the beach. Secluded, I hope.”

His body relaxes, and he pulls me into him again, fluttering light kisses over my neck, shoulders, and every other naked place he can reach.

The night air carries enough moisture in it to cling like a light film on my skin. The temperature at this time of year is perfect, where summer’s just around the corner so it’s still a bit cool at night. A soft breeze blows salt air in our direction, and the sound of the waves crashing washes over us like background music.

“Mm-hmm.” His left hand strokes my back. Even the light pressure of his fingers burns my flesh. My body leans into his touch, giving into the blaze that the calloused tips of his fingers leave in their wake.

“I heard you drop the tailgate.” I cling to the coherent sentence amidst the sensual assault to my body. “How appropriate. A tailgate down for the lead singer of Tailgate Down. Bet you do this to all your screaming girly fans.” My joke does nothing to calm down my nerves.

Hunter bites my neck with enough force. “First, let’s get some things straight. I don’t have girls plural. I haven’t had a girlfriend in a while, and something tells me you haven’t had a boyfriend in a while.”

His assumption sends my mind temporarily back to Trey, wondering what the two of them had talked about. Not wanting to go into specifics, I shake my head no.

“Second, I’m improvising here tonight. I didn’t plan any of this, although I can’t say that what I already have with me might not prove useful.” His tone turns thoughtful.

Consider my interest kindled. “So now that you’ve got me where you want me, what are you going to do with me?”

Hunter’s breath hitches as his hands roam over my body, touching and teasing, caressing and rubbing. His control of not devouring me both impresses and frustrates me.

“I don’t have you anywhere near where I want you,” his hungry voice rasps in my ear.

With quick movement, Hunter’s strong arms scoop under my legs until he cradles me in his arms. He places me down on something hard, although soft fabric cushions the ridges underneath me. My legs swing off the end. His hands rake down my body in slow deliberate strokes, massaging away any sense of control I have left. His sensual touch travels down my left leg.

“So fucking sexy,” he mutters.

With a couple of yanks, he pulls off the boot. My right foot and leg get the same treatment, except when the boot comes off, he plants a kiss on the arch of my foot. His fingers and lips follow my leg up until he brushes my inner thigh with his stubble. I shift back and forth to bring him closer to that burning part of me.

He stops. “Stay still, bad girl. My show right now, not yours.”

“I thought you liked to share the spotlight,” I tease.

Hunter’s teeth nip further up my thigh so close to where I want him that I can feel his hot breath blow across my apex. His head lingers a little too far away before he moans and moves away. I have to squeeze my legs together to ease the ache.

He makes random noises around me, but nothing enough for me to make a guess. When he puts a hand on my knee, I calm down a bit. He leans into me and checks on the tightness of the bandana. The smell of soap and his flesh invades me. My hand reaches out to touch him, and he chuckles.

“You’re horrible at staying still.” His fingers test the bandana. Satisfied, he moves out of reach, returning seconds later to place something next to me on the truck bed.

Unable to touch him, my hands explore the softness of the blanket underneath me. “It’s certainly more than convenient that you have something to cushion my ass on this hard bed.”

He grabs my legs and jerks me forward. I yelp, afraid of falling out of the back of the truck onto the ground. Soft sand or not, the thought of how it would hurt gets my heart racing. But as he’s proven all night, Hunter has me.

“I should make you pay for saying that,” he says. His breath on my lips smells like mints. “But I love your smart mouth and what comes out of it.”

He presses his lips to mine for a long minute, not doing anything more than making a connection. A sheen of sweat breaks over my skin from that small contact. He breaks away as my tongue slides out to lick his lips.

“We need to make friends properly. I know you say you trust me, but let’s test that theory.”

After a short beat, I accept the truth of my answer. “I do trust you. Promise. Bring it on, Cowboy.”

“Then open your mouth.”

Without hesitation, I open wide. Something sweet hits my tongue. He dangles it there but doesn’t place it completely in my mouth. My tongue touches and tastes it. Perhaps my licks linger a bit longer than necessary laced with small thoughtful, moans.

“A cherry.”

Hunter clears his throat. “Good guess. Open.”

He places the fruit on my tongue, and I close my lips around it. The syrupy sweetness of the maraschino bursts in my mouth as my teeth sink into its soft flesh. I swallow the chewed fruit and work my tongue for a few seconds.

“Ta-da,” I say, holding the knotted stem in my clenched teeth.

“Talented girl.”

My eyebrows wiggle, and I’m rewarded by his rumbling snicker.

“Okay, how about tasting something else,” he says.

“I’m game.”

I hear the unscrewing of a cap. A distinctive smell of alcohol wafts to my nose as he lifts the bottle to my lips.

“Open up and tip your head back a bit.”

There are several alcohols that I never touch no matter the vintage or how expensive they are. I pray that, no matter what he pours into my mouth, it won’t end up spit all over his face.
Not tequila, not tequila, not tequila
, I chant in my head, concentrating on accepting and swallowing whatever he pours. The humor of that thought isn’t lost on me.

“Hold still, woman,” Hunter commands, causing a few more giggles.

He waits for me to stop, and I adopt the air of perfect obedience. A smooth edge of glass touches my lip. Room-temperature liquid flows into my mouth, enough for me to taste in a quick swish before swallowing. Bourbon. The good stuff.

Hunter’s mouth attacks mine after I barely swallow. His tongue plunges inside. I can’t keep up with his wild abandon. His teeth nip and bite. The man takes what he wants from me, and I can’t refuse him. I don’t want to. Game over. Just fuck me.

I reach up to pull him into me, but he grabs my hands and holds them on either side of me on the truck bed. The kiss is rough. It’s destructive, scraping the tender flesh of my lips and tearing down my walls of resistance. All too soon and before either of us have our fill, he stops and pulls away.

My chest heaves. I breathe out and lick my lips. “Mmmm. Definitely the good stuff.”

No answer but breaking waves. Where’d he go? The intense sexual tension in my body tells me he’s nearby. Maybe I have him as tangled up as he makes me.

“You must have raided the bar before you left.”

Hunter blows out a hard breath, mutters something under his breath, and chuckles. “You’re not the only bad one who can steal something from the club. I improvised a bit.”

“If you were on my side of the R&R where I rule the bar, I’d have made you pay before you took any of my inventory.” My stern tone fools neither of us.

“I’d have been glad to pay it and owe you some. Take another sip.”

After enough tips of the bottle to equal at least a shot and a half, the warmth from the bourbon spreads through my body. It burns off any last nerves. Next, he has me smell and guess another object. Chocolate. No need to spoil the mood by telling him that, unlike other girls, it does nothing for me. I’m the queen of faking enjoyment.

“Moving on to touch,” Hunter says.

“Oh goody, you’re gonna let me feel you up like you’re my own personal book of braille?” My hands reach out toward him, my fingers wiggling.

He grasps my hands firm in his and kisses my knuckles. “No. I’m going to run what I have over your body, and I want you to concentrate on the sensation. Don’t try and guess what it is, just feel.”

Hunter primes my body to handle what comes next. He’d promised earlier that what I felt on stage would pale in comparison to what he could do to me later. At the time, I didn’t think that was possible.

Later’s here. I’m blinded but wide open and ready to give in to the pleasure I know he can fulfill.

S
weet Holy Hell
. This incredible woman’s gonna either pull me to the highest peak or push me over the edge.

Her bourbon kisses drive me crazy, and I can’t wait to taste that sweet pussy of hers that fills me with its scent of desire. My fingers itch to touch every inch on the outside and definitely her insides. I’ll play her body until she sings for me, ranging from quiet moans to gasps and cries of my name.

Fuck. The sight of Mel on the back of my truck, legs for days open wide enough for me to stand in between them makes me dizzy. Her head tilts to the side when she fights giving me control.

Nothing’s harder for me than stopping myself from pushing up her skirt, ripping off her panties, and plunging deep and hard inside to release my pent up need to claim her. Nothing’s harder except my damn cock.

If I fuck her now, I’ll risk losing her. No doubt we’d both make each other explode. Our electric chemistry together guarantees that. But I want her to need me to take her. To ask me to give her more. No, to
beg
me. To know that when we’re finished, it’ll never be enough.

I want to be her drug, her addiction, and her damn fix every single time. Because, fuck if I don’t already know that craving her won’t be my full-time job after tonight.

She’s not quite ready for what comes next yet, but she will be. I grab the brush beside her that I took from her bag earlier. Running the bristles against her thighs with light pressure, I watch her face in the moonlight as she’s still up in her head, guessing what the object is. The bristles scrape slow paths down her legs, awakening her skin underneath.

“Where’d you get the brush, Hunter?”

“From out of your bag. Found the condoms as well. Good to know you like to be safe.” If she can still talk, then I’m not doing my job right.

Change of tactics. I move back to focus on her thighs, moving the brush in small circles, abrading her skin. My fingers follow the brush to give a different sensation. Her body shifts in response.

I have to adjust myself and tell my dick to have patience. Yet I can’t hold back much longer from at least having a taste.

“Lift up your skirt,” I command.

“Take it off,” she counters.

Fucking woman topping me. Instead of insisting she follow my orders, I push the skirt up her legs. She lifts her ass up, and the skirt bunches around her waist.

I kneel in front of her. A woman like Mel deserves careful worship. Her scent rises from her parted legs. My lips and tongue skim inside her thighs as my fingers knead her. As my kisses come closer to her pussy, she runs her fingers through my hair and pulls me in right where we both want me to be.

I blow hot breath against her, and she scoots closer to my mouth. Knowing my effect on her heightens the pleasure.

Taking one of her legs, I maneuver it over my shoulder, opening her up to me. My thumb runs over her panties. So soaked. My fingers follow, rubbing and pressing in patterns close to chords on a fret. The first moans fall from her mouth.

She squirms and pushes her center closer to me, but I resist. When I taste her, I’ll lose all control. And she needs to lose it first a few times before she’s ready for me.

“Dammit, woman. Stay still.”

Her hand leaves my hair. It snakes its way down between us, brushing against my cheek. She moves my own fingers out of the way and rubs over her panties. Her leg tenses on my shoulder as she rocks against her touch. When her fingers shift the panties out of the way and dance over her slick swollen lips, she drops her head back and moans.

The sound makes me snap. I seize her hand and place her fingers in my mouth. Mel touching herself almost makes me come in my pants. The taste of her juices changes the game. I lick and suck off every last drop.

“You taste as sweet as you smell.” I kiss her palm. “Damn, I had plans to tease you until you couldn’t take it anymore.”

“Mission accomplished, Cowboy. If you don’t do something about this fire, I’ll put it out myself.” Her hand returns to its wet target.

“Oh, fuck the plans.”

In one quick moment, I strip off the R&R T-shirt Mel stole for me, rip off her shirt, and lift her body to shimmy her skirt down her hips. Her nipples pucker in the salty night air.

“My god, Melody, you are gorgeous. I love your body.”

Even in the darkness of night, her beauty shines under the moon and stars. I can’t keep my hands off her. With each touch, I’m greedy for more. My hands can’t consume enough of her. It’ll take time to worship the beautiful creature in front of me.

Her body goes from pliant to tense. She moves her hands to cover her breasts. Some insecure girl replaces the sexy, confident vixen. She no longer squirms out of pleasure. What the hell just happened?

“It’s not perfect.” She touches a tattoo on her side. “And I’ve got tattoos all over.”

I take her hand and kiss it. “Mel, stop.” I strip off the bandana from her eyes.

She blinks, disoriented at her sudden vision. Her eyes study mine at first, searching for the lies she thinks I just told her. When they fall to my chest, they linger there long enough to show her pleasure in my physique. But when her gaze returns to my eyes, I can see how deep her doubt runs. She turns away from me and shuts me out.

“Look at me, Melody. Mel, please,” I implore.

My stomach clenches during the seconds it takes her to look back at me. “You are truly beautiful.”

She scoffs, but I won’t let her look away.

“Your. Body. Is. Beautiful.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “I love your ink, if that’s what worries you, and I can’t wait to explore every inked inch of you in the light to enjoy the artistry and know the stories behind them. But it’s all of you that turns me on. Can’t you tell?”

She shrugs but doesn’t reply.

“Then I’ll make sure you notice.”

I cover her mouth, kissing her with uncontrolled passion. As our tongues entwine, my hands roam over her breasts. The peaks of her nipples stand at attention, and they harden under my fingers. Her body is my instrument to play.

My mouth moves down her neck. I yank one bra cup down and capture her nipple between my lips. I suck it in and lick until she gives me a pleasurable moan. My other hand teases her other breast so it’s ready for me when I abandon one breast to capture the other.

“See. Your breasts fit perfectly in my hands. And my mouth.” I suck her nipple hard and tug on it with a smack, eliciting a gasp and a groan.

My right hand travels down to her perfect round ass and pulls her against me. My erection rocks against her core. Another note of pleasure. She sits up to watch me.

My hand cups her pussy. “God, you’re so wet for me.”

With both hands, I rip off her panties and stuff them in my pocket. My fingers dip between her swollen lips and rub her arousal all over her. Her leg shakes a bit as I circle over her clit. Her eyes flutter open and shut.

My tongue licks my lips, but I wait to taste her. As wound up as she is, it won’t take much to bring her to her edge. One finger dips inside her. Her muscles squeeze it. My thumb rubs her clit as my finger pushes in and out. On the next push, I add another finger and quicken the pace. The light quivers in her channel give me warning.

“Don’t come yet.”

“Can’t. Last.” Her legs tremble against me.

“Wait.”

I capture her moans with a kiss. My tongue drives into her mouth like I want to do to her pussy. She rocks her hips in rhythm with my fingers, chasing the pleasure.

“Hunter,” she begs.

I curl my fingers and hit the sweet spot. My other hand adds pressure to her clit.

“Now.”

She bites into my shoulder as she falls against me, her climax detonating. She shakes against me, unaware of the noises she makes.

“That’s it, lose yourself.”

My fingers pump slowly in and out of her as her inner muscles contract around them. She groans my name in obedience as she fully succumbs to her orgasm.

“Watching you come has to be one of the sexiest things I’ve ever witnessed.” I pull out my fingers, rubbing her arousal and wetness all over her. “Shit, I have to do that again.”

She shakes her head back and forth, but I throw her legs over my shoulders. At intimate level, I breathe her in deep. A growl rises in my throat.

“I have to taste you.”

Opening her wide, I plunge my tongue deep. Her words say she can’t, but she pushes her core into my face, covering me in her juices. I lick her from tail to tip in one long stroke before attacking her clit with a hard suck.

Her body bows under the intense pleasure. She lies back on the truck bed, pushing her hot center into my greedy mouth. She wriggles and whimpers.

“You can take it,” I say from between her thighs.

My fingers add to the sensation as I pay attention to her folds. Once again, her body gives me clear signals as she gets close. The sight of her massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples almost breaks me.

Grabbing her ass, I lift her into me, smothering my face with her. My tongue sinks as far in as possible. Pressure on her clit brings on another climax. She screams my name over and over. I lap up every ounce of pleasure she releases as her body quivers.

Catching my breath, I set her body down and kiss a path up her body, pulling her upright against my chest.

She grasps my face in her hands and kisses all of her juices off me. When she finishes, she plants her lips on mine, kissing me long and slow. Not finished, she looks at me through hooded eyes and licks the drops of pleasure off each one of my fingers. She stares into my eyes, tempting me with what her mouth can do to me. Her other hand fumbles with my belt buckle.

She releases my hand and attempts to release the monstrous erection from my jeans. She gets no protest from me, and I help her with the belt and button of my jeans. She unzips me slowly, and I push the jeans down. My cock springs free, earning an unabashed stare from her.

She runs her hand up and down my length, her bottom lip captured in her teeth. My eyes close at the thrill of her touch, my dick so happy he weeps.

When Mel licks her lips and makes the moves to jump down from the truck, I know where she wants to put that mouth of hers. Knowing I won’t last two seconds if she licks me once, I catch her and set her back.

“Wait. I’m not done with your pleasure yet.”