Melody of Truth (Love of a Rockstar Book 3) by Nicole Simone Read Free Book Online

lavish him with her tongue, milking the last remnants of his orgasm free.
    I silently clicked the door shut before they became aware of my presence. Halfway across the parking lot, I stole another look at the tour bus with an intense sense of longing. Sean and I would never be intimate as long as Marco bore the title of my fiancé. Like I had told my sister, I wasn’t a cheater. I stuck my room key into the lock, opened the door, and threw myself down on the bedspread. As I stared up at the cottage cheese speckled ceiling, my clit throbbed to the point that it was almost painful. I unbuttoned my jeans and my fingers were about to delve inside my underwear when my cellphone buzzed on the side table and snapped me out of my lust-driven fog.
    “I lost your ring!” My sister’s panicked voice floated across the phone line. “I don’t know what happened. I put it inside my jewelry box and then when I woke up this morning it was gone.”
    “Did you check underneath the bed?”
    “Yes!” she snapped. “I checked everywhere.”
    “How ‘bout next door?”
    “I rigged my bedroom door with a DIY security system. Nobody could have entered last night without making a racket and waking me up in the process.”
    Marco had crafted my engagement ring himself from excess scrap metal. It couldn’t be replaced. My sister’s panic leaked into my bloodstream. “Crap! This is bad, really really bad.”
    “I know! You shouldn’t have left it in my possession. WAIT!” Muffled static crackled, as if my sister were crawling on the floor. “You little bastard!”
    “Did you find it?”
    “Yes, it was in the medicine cabinet!”
    “What the freak was it doing in there?”
    “I might have tried it on last night and I might have been admiring myself in the mirror, pretending I was a rich and famous writer with a handsome hubby.”
    I laughed. “Any kids?”
    “Two. Francis and Bebee.”
    My sister had a wide reaching imagination, which quite frequently got in the way of her schoolwork, but as long as she maintained a GPA higher than a 3.0, she could daydream to her heart’s content.
    “Next time, put the ring back where it belongs. I can’t keep getting these panicked phone calls while I’m on the job,” I said.
    “Yes mom. Are you on the job right now? It’s almost ten o’clock at night.”
    “They are musicians, they don’t keep normal hours—but no, I’m in my hotel room.”
    “Doing what? Twiddling your thumbs?”
    I had been about to twiddle something else entirely. After buttoning my jeans back up, I sat upright against the headboard and banished the image of Sean in the throes of an orgasm. It wouldn’t do me any favors.
    “I was thinking about getting a bite to eat, but everything around here either has meat or is fried.”
    “One burger wouldn’t kill you.”
    After witnessing cows getting inhumanely slaughtered at a plant in Kentucky for my documentary Blood and Grass , my stomach turned at the sight of raw beef.
    “I’ll run out to the supermarket after we’re done talking. Hopefully it’s still open.” Glancing out the window, I saw the small town was blanketed in darkness. My chances of going to bed hungry were high. “How’s school?”
    “Fine. How’re the hunky musicians?”
    “They had their first concert tonight and the crowd went wild for them. A woman even threw her panties onto the stage. It was nuts.”
    “Can you blame her? Matthew practically has sex with the audience when he sings. All that hip grinding…” My sister let out a low whistle. “It’s hotter than Hades.”
    I had to wonder how Matthew’s girlfriend felt about his performance. She seemed to have a truckload of self-confidence so it probably didn’t bother her, and also, anyone with a pair of eyes could see he looked at Camilla as if she held the universe in her palm.
    “Where you off to next?” my sister asked.
    “Phoenix, Arizona.”
    “Long drive.”
    After chatting some more about frivolous topics, we