Release Me by Melanie Walker Read Free Book Online

booth and see that everyone is here indeed. It is Cassa, Carrie and Sam at the booth, and TAT is on the stage playing some bluesy rendition of Free Bird and I am stunned frozen. This is Cal’s favorite song. He said that nostalgic rock always got him going and preferred riffing to it than to current music or even the bands songs.
    He always played this one for me though, and it was one of those rare Cal moments when he was bare and let me see everything. He would play this song on his acoustic and sing it, melting me every time. This song always got him laid.
    I once looked up the lyrics and felt my heart sink. He only played it for me and even though I had heard it a million times I had never paid attention. Cal singing it to me was his way of telling me not to love him. Telling me he would never change. The next time he played it for me; I distracted him with my mouth and did so every time after.
    The fact he was up there in a packed bar playing it with the rest of TAT including Noah was both confusing and cruel. After his everything bullshit last night he then shows up for a free impromptu concert to rub my face in his back pedal?
    Oh my God. Fuck him...just fuck him.
    I put a smile on my face and pretend it isn’t killing me that he’d do this and head to the table with a bottle of Bud in my hand. “Oh my God!” I say with mock enthusiasm. “How did they pull this off? And Noah too?”
    Carrie and Cassa are clapping and hollering over the massive crowd. This song is very long and the solo in it is insane, for all of them but it spotlights Cal and his guitar making it impossible to not watch him own every second of being up there with his guitar in hand.
    If it’s possible to hate him then I truly fucking hate him right now. I don’t let anyone see how this has shattered me as I take my seat beside Sam and snuggle up close. “Hi good lookin'.” I say and kiss his lips gently.
    He knows I know he does. He knows this has ripped me into a million pieces and he places his hand in mine beneath the table and gives me a squeeze letting me know he’ll play along. He always does.
    “You look fucking edible Pet.” He says and blatantly stares at me. Carrie and Cassa watch us with cutesy fascination, but also with uncomfortable silence which is broken when the song ends and everyone goes into an uproar of applause for Thick as Thieves.
    “Thanks for letting us jam. Guy Vincent kicks ass, stick around and party with us.” Chad says and jumps off the stage with Cal, Noah and Shame. I feel tears in my eyes seeing them together again and in their element. Noah looks so happy right now and I know Carrie and Cassa are thinking the same thing because we are all whipping the tears from our lashes.
    “Look Pet,” Sam says softly in my ear so only I can hear him. “I’ll play this however you need me to, but he is here tonight with purpose.”
    “No. He may have come with a purpose but he just sang a song that told me to fuck off, so no, I won’t have it.”
    Sam has a confused look on his face and leans closer. “I’m not one to play the head games, but before you got here he was talking nonstop about you. He chatted up the owner and asked if they could play around for fun and told Carrie to text you and see how far out you were because he was playing your song.” He drinks from his beer and shakes his head confused. “Not really seeing the fuck you part Pet.”
    “Have you ever heard the words in that song Sam? I hadn’t either until he started to play it every time we got together. Once I heard the lyrics I caught his message.”
    “Tayla you’re a smart woman but stupid as fuck too. Men are simple creatures Pet. If we find something that makes the woman we want wet and all dopey eyed? We do it and we keep doing it until it doesn’t work anymore and then we find something else to captivate you and guarantee you still let us touch your pussy. If he knew that song got you, he’ll use it to his advantage every