Melody & Styx - Anne Mercier Page 0,16

simply, so matter-of-factly, like it makes perfect sense to just move on that I believe him. I think with him, everything will work out. It has so far.

10

Trace

We're not even back in L.A. a day when we get a call from Irene.

"I've found a few bands who are looking for new members, but I think there's one you might like more than the others," she informs us.

"Who?" Meggie asks.

"Burners."

"What? What happened?" I ask.

"There was a bus crash and Gage broke his hand, well, really he more crushed it than broke it."

"Jesus," I mutter. "Is he going to be okay?"

"Yeah, he'll be fine eventually. He likely won't be able to play guitar. Not with the amount of damage he sustained," she says.

"What about Mack? Why's he leaving?" Meg asks, talking about Burners' drummer.

"Before the crash he'd been thinking of leaving the band to spend time with his family. His marriage was struggling. After the crash, the decision to leave was easy."

"Wow," Meggie says. "That's insane."

"What are your thoughts?" Irene asks, never one to beat around the bush.

"Are they still doing drugs?" Meg asks.

"Not for years," Irene tells us.

"You can say that with one-hundred-percent certainty?" I ask.

"I can," she replies.

"Have you mentioned this to them?" Meg asks.

"Not yet. I wanted your thoughts first."

Meg looks at me, biting her bottom lip.

"I know you want to jump and say yes, Meg, but let's think it through."

"How much time do you need?" Irene asks.

"A day or two," I tell her.

"Who are the others?" Meg asks.

Irene names some popular bands but they have really bad reputations. One of them, the lead singer shows up when he wants to. Another is known for sounding like shit live.

Meg curls her lip.

"We'll pass on those," I say immediately, and Meg nods in agreement.

"Call me when you decide," Irene says, then hangs up.

"She never was one to mince words," Meg says.

"That's why I like her."

"So," I begin, "Burners."

Meg sighs. "We'll need to have a chat with the boys before we commit to anything."

"If there's even a whiff of drugs, the answer for me is no," I tell her. There's no wiggle room with this. Not for me.

"I agree. If we're starting over, we need to do it right and with people we know we can rely on and trust."

Trust is a tricky thing. Hard to earn, easy to break.

Meg wraps her arms around my neck. "What do you say we forget about all of that for now, and you fuck me long and hard like you promised."

"Yeah, let's do that. Let's do that right now," I propose. I don't give her a chance to answer, I just slant my mouth over hers and kiss her, our tongues tangling, our breaths mingling. It's not a slow kiss. Not right now. Right now it's hot and wet and needy.

"As much as I loved Bora Bora and visiting the parentals, I'm happy to be home," Meg tells me.

"Me too. Now I can hear you scream my name as often and as loud as you want."

Meg reaches for my zipper and I lift a brow. "Let's do this first."

"You want me to fuck your mouth, Sugar?" I ask as Meg pushes my jeans and boxer briefs down to my knees.

"Yes," she replies as she drops to her knees.

"Jesus," I hiss as she wraps her hand around my cock.

She licks the head in a tease.

"Meg, when you take my cock into your mouth, you need to take me all the way."

"I plan to."

Her lips wrap around my dick, my head rolls back, it feels so damn good. Meg's a giver, and when she gives, she gives as good as she gets.

She grips me hard in one hand, squeezing gently, as she sucked my cock deeper into her mouth.

"You're so good at sucking me off. Do you like my cock in your mouth?"

She hums, taking me deeper, sending a wave of intense pleasure that steals my breath.

"Yeah, just like that," I encourage as she sucks me harder, faster. I thread my fingers through her hair, holding her head, encouraging her to movements. The view of Meg's lips around my cock sends waves of pleasure through my body, hitting me deep as it does every time.

"You're going to make me come, Meg."

She wiggles her eyebrows playfully, then swirls her tongue around my dick, flicking her tongue against my piercing. She's so fucking sexy and she's making me lose control.

"Meg," I warn, feeling the orgasm building, making my body shudder. "I'm going to come."

She looks up at me