The Bad Boys of Summer Anthology(204)

“I think I’ve died and gone to Heaven,” he rasps out.

I gasp as he leans over me, devouring my mouth while his hands begin exploring my breasts, kneading and stroking them through my satin bra. With more skill than I want to contemplate, he quickly twists the front clasp and releases the girls from their prison before he pulls back and simply stares down at me for a moment. “My God,” he whispers. “You’re absolutely perfect.”

I feel my cheeks heat and shake my head. “Please don’t say that. You’ll only end up disappointed.”

He puts his hand alongside my face, his thumb rubbing lightly on my lower lip. “Never, Mel. Never. Even your imperfections are perfect to me. That’s what I mean. You are perfect to me. For me. With me. You’re meant to be mine.”

His words render me speechless. My heart is jumping in my chest, and I feel something achy and tingly spread from my center to my arms and legs, my hands and feet. I wonder if this is how Tammy feels with Walsh. This wave of pain and pleasure and utter panic because the idea that this would ever end is almost more than I can fathom. I feel my eyes burn and I know I’m seconds from breaking down. My heart is overloaded, its circuits not designed for this much strain.

He looks down at me, and his eyes are so serious it’s like he can see everything that’s flashing through my mind. It’s as though he senses me on a level, in a place that words can’t find. “Sshh, sweet Mel,” he coos. “Just breathe. We’re going to be okay. You’ll get used to it. The feeling. I promise. We both will. Just breathe.”

I swallow and nod my head. Then he’s kissing me again, and I’m kissing him, and we’re taking our clothes off, and I want him so terribly I don’t think I can take it another minute. When his mouth reaches my core, I moan. His hands press into my thighs as I grind against his mouth. His tongue slides up the crease of my center and then enters me, and I’m seconds from losing all rational thought.

He strokes and nips and licks, and when I know I’ll explode from it, he slides two fingers inside me and sucks on my clit. My whole world spirals out from that one tiny spot, and my entire body thrums in wave after wave of excruciating pleasure. When I regain consciousness—because I really think I wasn’t coherent for a few moments—Joss is putting on a condom and kneeling above me with a predatory look on his face that could be frightening if I didn’t feel confident he’d never hurt me.

“I hope you’re ready for this, sweet Mel,” he says, his voice harsh in the silent room.

“I want to make you feel what I just felt,” I tell him as I grasp his thickness in my hand.

“Mmm,” he rumbles as his whole body jerks. I smile because I can’t help it.

I sit up and push him back so he’s sitting on the sofa. “I want you, Joss Jamison,” I croon as I continue to hold his cock and crawl into his lap. He groans and throws his head back as he arches into me.

His hands are roaming over my body randomly, the sensations causing me to be even more aggressive in my ministrations to his hard-on. Finally, I put him where I can slide along his erection with my slick center. I slide along him once, twice, and before I know it, I’m coming again, and he’s lifting me by my hips before he impales me with a growl.

I finish contracting around him now that he’s inside of me. He pushes me down on him hard. “Don’t play games with me right now, Mel. My patience is fresh out.”

I swallow as he starts to pump in and out of me, lifting me slightly off of him each time, then thrusting up and slamming me down at the same moment. Our breathing takes on the rhythm of our lovemaking and echoes through the otherwise silent room. Suddenly, Joss slams into me even harder and then stops, jerking in my arms as he cries out, his teeth biting down on my shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. As the last of his pulses shudder out of him, I press against him one last time and fly apart, the words, “Oh, Joss. God, Joss.” splintering the darkness around us.



My head is on Joss’s chest and he’s idly running his fingers through my hair as he sings to me in a low voice.



“If I could only watch one view, it would be your face

If I could only touch one place, it would be your skin

If I could only feel one force, it would be your love

If I could only breathe one thing, it would be your air.”



I sigh. “That’s such a beautiful song.”

“It’s about you,” he answers softly.

I lean up and turn to see his face. “What? You wrote that song long before we ever met,” I say, somewhat disgusted that he thinks I’m so dumb I’d fall for that line.

He chuckles as he presses my head back down on his shoulder. “Every love song I’ve ever written is about you, Mel. I just didn’t know it at the time. Some part of me anticipated you, was waiting for you, dreaming of you. The same part that brings me the songs. I know it sounds crazy, but you have to believe me. Now that I have you, I know who all those words were about. Every one of them.”

I lie in silence for a minute. “Oh, Joss,” I finally whisper. “What have we done?”

The only answer I get is his heavy, even breathing as he finally succumbs to sleep.





Chapter Twenty-Five

Joss



Something sharp and pointy jabs me in the chest, and I hear a huge ruckus nearby. I open my eyes, disoriented for a breath. Then I see Mel scrambling to sit up and grabbing for her clothes. My attention is captured by the sight of her red hair in a tangled curtain over her eyes as she struggles to get her feet into her panties. Then I see her bare breasts bouncing with the efforts and lose all focus. I reach out to touch her and her head snaps around to look at me. She’s obviously upset, but her look softens when she takes in my expression.

“What’s wrong?” I say, feeling the muscles of my face tense into a scowl even as I stroke the underside of one of her breasts.

“Tammy’s outside in the hall,” she breathes as she stands up and bends over to get her bra.

That’s when I hear the commotion start back up. “Joss!” I hear Tammy shriek from the hallway. “I know you’re in there with my little sister, you fucking asshole. Get out here right this minute!”

I sit up, clutching my head. “Aw fuck,” I groan.

“Yeah,” Mel answers bitterly.

Tammy commences pounding on the door and then I hear the low voice of one of my security guys trying to calm her down. I throw on my jeans commando as Mel gets her own top and jeans back on. I find my cell phone and hit speed-dial number one.

“Walsh?” I say as his sleepy voice answers.

“What the fuck, man?” he grunts. “It’s like—seven forty-five. We don’t have to go for another three hours.”

“Your future wife is off her leash,” I answer coldly.

“Don’t be an asshole, Joss,” he mumbles.

“She’s standing outside my dressing room at the auditorium about to tear the place to pieces. If it weren’t for the security guys, I’d be a eunuch by now.”

I hear Walsh groan and the sound of sheets rustling as he tries to get up and deal with this bullshit that has become our lives.

“What the hell did you do now?” he asks without preamble.

“You know, what I did or didn’t do isn’t really the issue here, dude. Your fiancée is out. Of. Control. You need to get your ass down here and rein her in.”

“Where is Mel?” he asks with unusual insight.

“Standing here next to me.” I’m not going to apologize for it, and Tammy’s not going to decide who the hell I can and can’t sleep with.

“Shit. Okay, I’m on my way. And next time, maybe you could give me a little warning before you go throwing a damn bomb into the middle of our tour.”

“Walsh, this is my life, you know? I’m not in the habit of asking permission to live it.”

I end the call and turn to Mel. She’s melted into the sofa as if she could hide out in the overstuffed cushions. I sit down next to her and place my palm along her cheek. “Hey.” She looks at me with despondent eyes. “Walsh is on his way. He’ll get her calmed down.”

She shakes her head. “How will this ever work when she’s so against it?”

“She’ll adjust. She’ll have to,” I answer.

“But what if she doesn’t?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Right now, let’s try to relax, and as soon as Walsh is here, we can sit down and talk to her, okay?”

She sighs and rakes her hair out of her face. “I’ll be right back.” She stands and goes into the adjoining bathroom.

I exhale and collapse back against the sofa. If I didn’t know that Tammy would never, ever risk Walsh finding out about us, I’d be worried she’d spill the beans simply to keep Mel away from me, but I know she won’t do that. And as much as I hate to keep something from Mel, I know me sleeping with her sister would be a deal breaker. I’ll never tell her and neither will Tammy. If we can get Tammy to accept our relationship, we’ll be home free.

Why does that seem so unlikely right now?

When Mel comes out of the bathroom, she looks a little more confident.