My Melody (Downtown Book 3) by TJ West Read Free Book Online

position; her legs encircle around my ass. She looks so sexy right now. So freshly fucked. I place my hand on the back of her head to make sure she looks into my eyes. “Baby, you don’t think I’m scared too? Shit, you’re the first woman who I came running back to. I have never wanted to come back for a second round. I usually fuck ‘em, and go onto the next. I don’t see the next when I’m with you.” I pause and think about what to say next. This might scare her off, but I’m going in for the kill anyways. “I see a forever with you.” Her hands are wrapped around my thighs; she squeezes them. Her eyes widen as she stares into my eyes. She’s now scowling. “What’s going on inside that pretty head of yours?”
    “This…this is just too heavy for me,” she whispers out.
    “You don’t see a forever with me?”
    “No,” she quickly responds.
    I gaze into her gorgeous green eyes. “Who fucked your brain up, Baby?”
    “No one,” she shakes her head and looks down. “I just don’t see a forever with anyone. I enjoy a good fuck, especially with you -”
    What the fuck ? I jerk her chin up with my finger. What she just said hurt like hell. “Don’t say that. Don’t say it’s just a good fuck with me.”
    “I -”
    I now have the sudden urge to blow off some steam. I need to go to the gym. “Gonna head to the gym.” I kiss her forehead. “Call me.” I unwrap our bodies without giving her a second glance. I don’t understand why I’m so frustrated. I had a feeling I was gonna scare her off, but she still hit me in the gut. I fucking hate being a pussy.
    After pulling on my jeans and t-shirt Melody calls my name. “Wayne.”
    I turn around and find her gloriously wrapped in her sheet. She takes my breath away every time. “Yeah, Sweetness.”
    “Don’t expect me to have all the answers you want and get pissed off if I don’t return your feelings. Give me time. This is not easy for me.”
    I put my hands on my hips, releasing a breath. She’s right, I shouldn’t expect anything from her. I’m just not used to these new feelings I have. I so desperately wanted her to endure the same thing. “Melody…I’m not pissed off. Frustrated, yeah, but not pissed. I’ll give you time.” I bend down, then touch my lips against hers. I slowly lick the outer part of her bottom lip, allowing my words to sink in her head. “Call me when you wanna ‘nother round in the sheets.” Shit, that was a low blow. However low it was, I don’t apologize. I want her to want me as much as I want her. I need to make her realize I’m not playing around.

OUCH ! WAYNE JUST PLAYED MY card! After what he had just expressed, and how he agreed to give me more time, he blurts out something so egotistical. I so want to slap his white ass. "Wow,” I scoff. “Okay, Rocker Boy, if that's how you want to play it. I'll definitely call you the next time my pussy needs a good smack."
    "I didn't mean for it to come out that way, Babe," he scowls.
    I tighten the sheet around my body and stand up from the bed. "You didn't, huh?” I get up in his face. “I guess I deserved it. I mean that's what I wanted in the first place. None of this deep, I see a forever with you , shit talk." I have such an attitude right now.
    We glare into each other's eyes. His are full of regret, I believe. I don’t blame him, really. I may jump into bed way too easily, but I am way too hard to get along with if things get too deep. I don’t do deep. I usually run away from it.
    "I know what you're doing,” Wayne says quietly. He thinks he knows my reasons for pushing him away. He hasn’t got a clue.
    "What am I doing, Wayne?” I raise my voice. “I'm just saying how it really is. You know what? I'm going back to my number one rule - I call the shots here,” I point at my chest. “Either you come when I want to have another round in the sheets - like you so graciously put it - or, we end this bullshit right here, right now."
    We’re back