Melody & Styx - Anne Mercier Page 0,1

those veggie people?"

I swear he's doing it on purpose… or my mind is just automatically going to the sexual innuendos. "I'm both. Let's grab a burger. I could go for something juicy."

He smirks. Take that, sucka! I can do innuendo too! "I know just the place."

I do too. Between my thighs! I'm hot, sweating a bit.

"Let's take mine. We'll come back for yours after," he offers, walking to his truck. How did I know he'd be a truck guy? "Here," he offers, extending a hand and taking my guitar case. "I'll put it in the back seat." King cab, of course.

"Thanks." The way he looks at me makes me feel sexy and yet a bit shy because for the first time, he's not hiding his interest. "God, it's hot out today. Can you turn up the AC?" I ask.

He looks over. "It's only in the sixties."

I put my sunglasses on. "Must be hormones."

That smirk appears again. This guy.

After that we started going for hikes, cycling, walks, runs, rock climbing, the gym, and he even took me for motorcycle rides on the back of his Harley. Vroom vroom, if you know what I mean.

We didn't talk about super personal stuff. Just the bare minimum, but that all changed when we were in that diner on tour. We were doing the nickname game.

The Diner

"Xan my man," Lucy sing-songs.

"Luce my goose."

"That's fucked. I want a nickname," I complain.

"Meggie beggie." Lucy snorts.

"I don't think so," I tell Lucy.

"Meggie… Meggie… uh. I'll think on it," Xander says stumped.

Lucy shrugs.

"Serafina has a weinah," Jace chants which gets him a punch in the arm.

"Jace often gets sprayed with mace," Sera snickers.

"Likely true," Trace adds.

"Uh," Sera begins, "you know that Trace, Jace, and mace all rhyme, right?"

"Sugar, no one maces Trace. And my rhyme would be something like Styx brings you to heaven with his licks."

"Please," I roll my eyes and he chuckles.

"Are we back in grade school?" Ben asks.

"You want to be my teacher?" Sera wiggles her eyebrows, rubbing up against Ben seductively.

Instead of playing like they always do, he pulls her up to his chest and stops moving. He leans forward, his lips nearly touching hers but not quite. Sera's gasp is audible.

"I'll teach you anything you want, darlin'. Anytime you're ready."

"That was so fucking hot," I sigh. "I'm a little wet."

" From just that?" Trace tsks. "Megs, I think me and you need some alone time. I'll help you with your wetness."

"Mmm, you're the whole package, aren't ya, Trace? Tall, good looking, eyes the color of emeralds, sweet, sexy, and I think we'll have to meet up later to see if the rest of the ‘package' is as good as I think it is."

"Holy fuck," Xander murmurs.

The look he gives me was game on. Finally.

We ditch out of the diner before everyone else.

"This is going to be a lot faster than I want it to be," Trace tells me.

"Mhm," I murmur, a bit tongue tied to finally be the object of his attention.

He locks the bus door (I didn't even know it could do that) then turns around and stalks toward me with purpose.

Yes, please.

He wastes no time. His mouth comes down and slants across mine, his tongue seeking entrance and I grant it without hesitation. He groans a bit.

"I've been wanting to taste you for a long time," he mutters.

Say what? "Why didn't you?"

"Didn't want to fuck up our friendship," he tells me as he kisses along my neck.

"And now?" I breathe.

"In too deep to care. Get naked."

I back toward the private bedroom, throwing my shirt over my head, kicking off my Chucks, all the while watching him strip down. Those tattoos. They cover nearly every inch of his body. Only his cock is untouched—except for the piercing. Sweet baby Jesus. He lifts a brow when he catches me staring. I look down. I'm still in my jeans. Shit.

I strip them off and then he grabs me, lifts me, and lays us both down on the bed. He eases his weight off with his forearms.

"What I'd give to taste you, but we don't have time. They'll be back soon and I want your screams to be only for me," he tells me, and I swear he brings me so close to orgasm I'm afraid I'll combust when he touches me.

"Are you wet?" He lowers his arm, his hand between us, his fingers dipping between my thighs. "Jesus, you're soaked."

I moan when he slips a finger inside me.

"And tight. Has it been a while, Meg?"

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