Melody & Styx - Anne Mercier Page 0,5

I can't hold back the moan. I wouldn't. Trace loves hearing how much he pleases me.

When he flattens his tongue and gives my clit a long lick, I have no choice but to come. My legs clamp around Trace's head as complete bliss washes over me, my body shaking, my mouth open in a silent scream.

When I come back down, he's chuckling.

"I can't even care that you're laughing at me. That was too good, but I need more," I tell him, meeting his gaze. Those emerald eyes of his have darkened to a pine color as it always does when he's sexin' me up.

He slowly sinks inside me then tells me, "I'd never laugh at you. I just think it's so fucking hot the way you come so fast for me."

"It's your magical tongue."

He lifts a brow. "What about my cock?"

"Oh, that's more than magical. That's mystical."

"Yeah?" he asks with a smirk, clearly pleased.

"Mhm," I reply as he slowly moves inside me.

"I think it's the piercing that you love." He starts to kiss my neck.

I'm already panting. "Uh-uh. It's your cock and how you use it. Fan-fucking-tastic."

"Mmm." He slides his hands beneath my ass, pulling me closer, and that's how I know he's losing that control he holds onto so much. This, us, like this, is the only time I see him let go.

His movements are faster, harder, deeper, and I meet every single thrust with a raise of my hips.

"Fuck, you feel so good. Every god damn time," he mutters.

The orgasm begins to rise, those tell-tale tingles, and I moan, panting faster, harder, as we fuck hard and fast. Sweat drips from Trace's brow onto my chest. God, he's so damn sexy.

"Come on, Meg. Give it to me."

I relax into the motions, the feelings, the sensations, and I let myself go and he follows right along with me. We both cry out in ecstasy, Trace's motions slowing, my body shuddering again, his stiff and shaking, until he collapses on top of me.

"One of these times, I think you're going to kill me," he tells me and I laugh.

"Me? You're the one who led the way. You're wicked in the sack and you know it."

He rolls to the side and hums.

I go to the bathroom to clean up. No, we don't use condoms anymore. After being together for years, trust is one hundred percent. We get regular checkups and I've got the implant. There'll be no rugrats running around our house. No fucking way. I shudder at the thought.

I climb back into bed and face the man who's stolen my heart.

We lay there wordless for a bit, until our breathing returns back to normal.

"I can't believe they did that," I tell him softly.

He closes his eyes briefly then nods. "I don't understand what the goal was. Joey's alive. Unless they're going to hide him away somewhere which I highly doubt."

"Some publicity stunt maybe?" I guess.

"Who knows. What if I'd been up there with Joey? You know how he hangs on me. Would they have pulled more than just him out of range of the explosion?"

"I'd hope so," I whisper. "Or I'd have killed someone."

He nods.

"The bullets were real, though, and I'm so tired of dodging them," I admit.

"Me too. What are we gonna do?"

I shake my head a bit. "I don't know, but we can't go on like this. We both know we've been unhappy with things for a while now. The danger. The lack of music making."

"What's the point of being in a band if you're not going to make fucking music?" he bites out, sitting up.

"I get it. I do. The kids—four fucking toddlers. Jesus."

"Yeah, but if they start something, they need to either keep going or finish it. This in limbo bullshit is just that. Bullshit," Trace tells me as he gets up out of bed to look out the window.

"I wonder how many times they've put us in danger that we don't know about. And—I don't want this, but say I did and I was pregnant and some violent shit went down, what then?" I look to Trace who watches me put my robe on. "They think they are invincible but they can't protect everyone all the time."

"Truth be told, I'm tired of being followed around. If it was for the music, cool. But this is some Russo mafia mobster bullshit that we're caught in the middle of, and I don't like it."

I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around him. "We'll figure it