Unmask (Adrenaline Series (Stand Alone) Book 4) (13 page)

As soon as both glasses are filled, I prepare to transfer them both when I notice the veins under my tatted wrist seem bluer than normal. Unsure if that's just a side reaction to the pain killers that are working miracles on my muscles or if something else is wrong, I let it roll off and rush off to my date.

That's right. It's now a date. A romantic picnic under the stars. Whoever said you can't date while being kidnapped, obviously has never met a McCoy.

On the patio floor, I set the glasses down on top of the blanket. Once I'm settled beside her, I wrap one arm around her lower back. She leans into my embrace.

Out here is almost as safe as the bathroom.

The two of us eat in silence for a few moments, the night singing praises for it's arrival from various creatures. While I know it's wrong to enjoy so much of this moment in which I'm supposed to be fearing for my life, I let it happen anyway. I soak up everything I can about Melody. I stain it all to memory.

“Drew,” her voice meekly calls to me.

Just the sound of her lips letting my name slip out has my dick rising to the occasion. “Yeah, baby?”

“What if this is all we get?”

Bemused by the question, I ask, “What?”

“What if
this
is all we get? What if we don't get to escape? What if we don't get to finish that never ending list of things you want us to do together? What if all we get are these few moments in this house, in the middle of fucking nowhere?” Suddenly her blue eyes look up innocently. “Can that be enough for you?”

The question seems loaded. There seems to be one little fact, she's not telling me that I can't put my finger on. I want to push. I want to know what it is. The more information she can give me, the better more accurate of an escape I can make.

Desperation covers her words. “I need that to be enough for you.”

“Melody!” A booming voice that is starting to make me hate more than before spreads through the house. “Melody!”

Flustered, she stands with her plate just as the door slides open. “Why are you yelling?”

“Why are you eating outside?”

She nonchalantly points. “You see the kitchen table?”

Omar glares at me before he looks back at her. “The living room is broken?”

“I don't like vacuuming any more than you do.” By the expression on his face, he buys her reasoning. “Fair. I need a favor.”

“
You
need a favor?”

Keeping my back turned to them, as if I'm not listening, I pick up my dishes.

“Yeah. I uh....have a medical condition I need a fix for.”

“Your rash is back,” Melody announces.

He grumbles, “Yeah. It's worse than before.”

“I told you to stop sleeping with her,” she scolds. “Her pussy is going to kill you.”

My teeth clamp down on my tongue.

That gives an entirely different meaning to killer pussy. You're laughing too, huh? I see that smirk.

“Why aren't you using EA?”

“Don't...don't do that,” Omar snaps. “Just fix me.”

Lifting my dishes I announce, “I'm gonna wash these.”

“Just leave 'em,” Mel insists. “I'll wash 'em.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” She tugs at her braid. “Go ahead and rest or shower...”

“Yeah you've got clay by your eyebrows,” Omar adds.

Told you I fucking hate clay.

I nod and stroll past them dropping my dishes in the sink. My eyes give Melody one more glance before heading for my room on the opposite side of the house.

No. These moments aren't enough for me and I know they aren't enough for her, but fear is a motherfucker. Especially if that's all you've known for so long. Soon enough she'll see there's nothing to fear. Soon she'll see The Devil on his knees before he's executed.

Melody

Lying in bed, I continue to stare up at the dark ceiling.

I can't do it. I can not sneak across the house and into bed with him. That's a terrible idea! It's beyond terrible! It's...it's...it's whatever is beyond terrible.

In another attempt to fall asleep, I close my eyes, visions of shirtless Drew parading across my eyelids. I want to battle the images almost as much as I want more of them. The image drops his pants revealing to me the long stiff member with a pierced crown I peaked at days ago. Helplessly I whimper while my pussy tightens, eager to feel him. Eager to feel that barbell rub inside me.

Have you ever felt anything like that before? I just had it in my hand and it was wonderful.

My eyes pop open as my hands start trying to crawl underneath my panties. Shocked by my own behavior I shoot straight up in the bed. I ruffle my hair in an attempt to wash the thoughts away. Wavering between wrong and worse, I stare out my bedroom window at the empty road that's rarely traveled by anyone outside of The Devil's associates.

He's gonna kill me. I already know that. The stupid finger in the box was just a heads up. Toying with his food before he eats it. He's sealed my fate and now it's a waiting game. If you knew you were gonna die, what would you do? Would you sit back and let your last chance at something more than the pathetic prison lifestyle you've become accustomed to slip away, or would you make every one of those moments you could count? Hm. You're right. Why are we still talking about this?

Slowly I slide out of bed, shed my clothes and slink across the pitch black house. Knowing exactly where the cameras are, I slither around most of the angles and right into Drew's room like this is an everyday occurrence.

It's not! First time I swear!

Inside I'm grateful the clock beside the bed illuminates the room just enough for basic help, but not enough to help the cameras. Very carefully, I peal back the blanket and crawl on top of him.

It doesn't take longer than a breath for him to stir and snap, “What the-”

My hand flies over his mouth. “Shhhh.” There's a muffled objection, but he stills himself. In a quiet tone I whisper, “It's just me.”

When I remove my hand he sighs, “Mel?”

I spread my bare thighs wider, the feeling of his skin against mine exhilarating. “Yeah.”

His shaky voice asks, “Wh-what are you doing here?”

“Really?” I snap. “What do you think? This is an accident?”

“I am praying to God this isn't an accident or a mistake or a fucking dream,” he grumbles, his hands now kneading my ass gently.

In an unsteady voice, I confirm, “It's not a dream.”

Wishing I could make out his face even more, but thankful he can't make out mine to see my pending nerves, I run my hand down his chest. Drew shudders in response and grips me tighter.

“What about the cameras?” The tone in his voice sounds strangled. “What if-”

“As long as I'm gone before morning, we should be fine. The cameras are shitty at night. The light from the clock barely registers.”

Before he can ask any more questions, my mouth falls on top of his.  Instantly Drew groans something fierce and tugs my body up, his pierced tip nudging, teasing my clit. The sensation immediately pulls our mouths apart so I can let out a soft moan of passion.

“Fuck...” Drew responds. His dick twitches. “Baby...I don't think I can wait any longer.”

“Please don't.” I beg. “Just...just go slow, okay?”

“Promise,” he answers before using his hand to shift his dick to my entrance. The ring acts as a warning of the pleasure that's to come. My body shakes in anticipation, a moan coming out of me already. Drew lets out a slow sigh, “Keep that shit up and sex with me is gonna look like a bad joke.”

Unsure of what he means, I ask, “I don't...I don't-”

“Mel, I'm already holding back to the point I'm afraid I'm gonna break my dick, but if you keep moaning and shuddering like that, this is gonna be over before I even get started.”

Did you know what he meant? I've never...never had this kind of problem before.

My giggling makes him grumble, “Not exactly a laughing matter...”

I roll my eyes and brace myself. Slowly Drew's cock pushes inside, the girth tearing the un-stretched muscles to the point of pain. My body tenses. I whimper.

“Relax,” Drew whispers, his hands stroking my back. He pulls my chest so it's flush with his. Tightly his arms flex around my body caging me. My face falls into the crook of his neck. “I'll take care of you, Mel. Just let me.”

His cock draws back before pushing in again. This time my muscles seem to be more willing to accommodate the intrusion. Drew repeats the action, the steady space, exactly what my body wants by the way my pussy starts soaking.

“Fuck...” Drew groans again, his lips beside my ear. “Your body is Heaven baby and I never wanna leave.” My tongue softly darts out to taste the skin on his neck.  He whimpers and begs, “More...”

I lick again just as his piercing hits a spot that forces me to hiss loudly.

He flexes his arms around me and rocks against the destination once more. “You like that?”

Instantly my pussy clenches and I shudder out another moan, the building pressure unfamiliar and teetering on overwhelming. Instead of reading the signs as a reason to stop or change position, he thrusts harder. Sharper. He hits the spots with perfect precision proving his devotion to providing pleasure. My breathing becomes harsh while my body struggles to understand the building explosion that's pending. I've felt it once before with him. I want to feel it again.

“Drew,” I meekly plead.

“You need to come,” he insists robbing my mouth of the remaining part of that sentence. “I need you to come...” His request has my hips moving to match his movements. “I need to feel that again.”

Without waiting for further invitation my orgasm violently rips through, clamping down on his cock so hard I'm convinced I'm going to bruise it.

I don't think that's possible...but I'm just gonna ask for reassurance here. That's not a thing right?

As my voice softly sings my body's new found devotion in rounds, his body goes rigid, the grip around me so suffocating, I'm not sure if I'll ever breathe again. An animalistic growling comes out of him at the same time a warm rush fills my pussy igniting the orgasm that was fading to combust once more.  The undulating blaze of our climax continues until our bodies collapse in an overheated heap.

Holy shit....is that what sex is supposed to be like? Why did I have to wait until I was a dead woman walking to discover that?

Drew

On a yawn I scratch my bare chest, the simple action excruciatingly painful. Unsure if it's from the best sex I've ever had or from whatever seems to be bothering me every morning, I simply stay still a moment longer.

Look, this is gonna make me sound like a giant pussy. I'm aware. But fuck. Whatever that shit was last night, had to be more than sex. I've had a lot of sex. I've had enough sex to last some people lifetimes. Yes. Multiple lifetimes. Up until last night I prided myself in the legend of the McCoy reputation reigning true. Truth is what happened last night, wasn't because I know what the fuck I'm doing. No. That was because of both of us. I need to do that again. Hell, I need to do that shit for the rest of my life. Did I tell you I almost busted a nut twice in one session? That's not even humanly possible. Or is it?

I struggle to raise my body up knowing I need to rinse the smell of Mel away.

Not that I fucking want too. She smells like fresh flowers and oranges. A sweetness that matches her personality. Besides, her pussy loved my cock so much it painted it with five orgasms in the couple of hours we were together. You're damn right I fucking counted.

On my way to the bathroom, I try to stifle the urges to wince. Uncertain that the shaking isn't from an invading infection, I stop and check myself out as best as I can. My veins still look a little blue on my wrists. It could be from the lack of sun I've been getting. It could be nothing more than sun withdrawal.

You know, winter color setting in early.

Looking down I begin searching for other discolorations when my vision blurs.

What the fuck?

I rub my eyes and everything looks clear again. Certain I just need a shower, I grit my teeth through the discomfort and get my shower started. Warm water washes away the evidence that Melody gave herself to me as well as the lingering clay bits, which are proof of my actual purpose here.

“Morning,” Melody's voice echoes in the bathroom.

With a smirk, I pull the corner of the shower curtain back immediately noticing the way the door is slightly shut behind her. “Morning.”

“Take these,” she routinely instructs holding out the glass of water and tablets for me.

“Fine,” I reply in an attempt to sound like our routine.

We have to keep up appearances in the light, even if we get to fuck in the dark.

While ingesting the medication, I can't help but watch her watch me. Her mouth is slightly unhinged, her tongue seems to be outlining my abs on her lips, and her knees seem to be growing in desire to drop.

Fuck. Me. That's hot.

“Here.” Offering her the glass back, I pull the curtain back, and nudge the shower head to hit tile instead of accidentally wetting her. “Anything else?”

Melody places the glass on the counter and states, “Breakfast will be served soon.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

She drops to her knees, her hot mouth engulfing my stiff dick.

I bite my fist to stop the sharp groan from escaping. Knowing I need an exit line, but unsure of how it's gonna sound I sigh, “You can...you can go now.” In hopes that is good enough to sound like a conversation ender, I thread my fingers through the back of her braided hair allowing my cock to slide further down her throat. Her tongue moves in waves on the underside of my shaft as her mouth sucks, determined to eventually taste my soul or whatever else she can squeeze out. Melody's mouth bobs on my cock silently, her tongue at times toying with the sensitive tip that's trickling pre-cum in a way that feels like I'm already busting a nut. She explores, adventures down to my nuts several times before returning to sucking on my cock, the entire time tugging me to the brink of coming. Finally unable to hold out any longer, I tug at her hair, my body tenses as it tries to pull out before it can fill her mouth. Instead of pulling back, she prepares to receive her reward with the quietest hum. The vibration shuts my eyes while my body pours come out of me and into her relentlessly. Shaking through the ecstasy, I grip her hair for aid in my battle of buckling knees.

Melody's jaw frees my dick and I stumble back against in the tile right into the cold water.

Fuck it. I don't even care.

With the pleased grin of the little minx she is, she wipes the corner of her lips, grabs the glass and exits the bathroom leaving more than just my body empty.

Something seriously has to be wrong with me if I can't handle being away from her just a minute right?

              After scrubbing down and dressing, I head for the kitchen where I see Mel with her back to me mixing two bowls of something. Curious I ask, “Eggs?”

“Parfaits,” she corrects.

“What the fuck is a parfait?”

Don't laugh. Is there pork in it?

“It's yogurt, granola, and fruit.”

“That's not breakfast. That's a snack.”

“It's a healthy breakfast,” she insists turning around to look at me. Slamming a hand on her hip she snips, “Since when do you get lippy about what you get fed?”

I wink. “Since I can't get my lips on other things.”

Her rubricating cheeks makes me smile proudly. Melody shakes her head. “You are something else.”

“So are you.”

The compliment gets her to hum before she shoves the bowl my direction. “Eat up. You're running late this morning.”

“I slept
really
well last night,” I answer before shoving a mouth full of the disaster into my mouth. After just a few chews, I nod. “Not too bad.”

Melody offers me a smile and has a bite of her own. The two of us start our standing breakfast rather than waste time trying to clear the table I'm going to be occupying in a short time anyway. Seeing the sight of my materials drying on the table spurs my mind a direction.

“What was the present from The Devil yesterday?”

Her chewing ceases. “Why?”

“Because I asked.”

With a quick shake of the head, she denies, “It's not important.”

“Mel-”

“Drop it,” she cuts me off.

“Mel-”

“I said drop it.” Her bowl slams on the counter beside her. “The message he wanted me to receive came in loud and clear. It's in the trash now. Let's leave the subject with it.”

Not thrilled at having to let the topic go, but thankful I got information I can use, I agree. “Fine.” I have another bite before pushing another issue. “Can I ask a question about something else?”

She folds her arms across her chest, an annoyed glow in her blue eyes.

I know. I know. Not ideal post getting head conversation, but in order to get to more sex outside of this little cell in the middle of hell, I have to make some plans. I have to push some buttons. Wouldn't you to save the person you lov-. We're not gonna talk about that right now.

“Omar,” I start.

“What about him?”

“Do you trust him?”

“No more than I trust anyone else in this business.”

Trying not to take offense to that, I ask, “You two seem close.”

“Really? Are you implying I'm sleeping with him?”

“Fuck no,” my mouth spews, dropping the spoon in the bowl. “Well. Wait. Are you?”

The redness flashing on her face is not nearly as captivating as it is when she blushes.

Shit!

“Are you fucking kidding?”

“That's...that's not what I was trying to imply. I was just-”

“What were you trying to imply, Drew?'

“Do you care about him?”

Uncomfortable by the question, she fidgets with her braid. “I mean...yeah. He's looked out for me almost since day one.”

Not surprised since it was what I was suspecting, I return to my breakfast.

“But I'm not an idiot.” The addition to her answer lifts my face back up. “I know he wouldn't hesitate to sell me out if necessary. Especially if it meant to save his own skin.” With a hard look she says, “We live in a world where it's kill or be killed. Don't doubt that.”

That's just the thing. I don't.

Changing conversation, I use my spoon to point at the sculpture on the table. “What do you think?”

Mel glances at the sight and shakes her head. “Not quite.”

Disappointed I grunt, “Really?”

“Well look here.” She strolls over. “See these cracks here and here. They aren't on the actual sculpture. Someone who's been studying it for years would notice.” Melody points to a lower spot, “The way it dried down here, indicates an added heat source. It's too smooth. Too perfect. It's a fairly aged sculpture, so the drying is most likely not going to be even because it was sun dried.”

I put my bowl beside hers. “You know an awful lot about forgeries.”

“I've seen enough of them done and fucked up,” she sighs. “Oh. And you're hollowing technique is too obvious. One hit on the wrong spot and it's going to crumble.”

“That's not-”

She taps the center and the sculpture shatters.

“Damnit.”

Melody giggles briefly before the smile is wiped away. She greets, “Morning Omar.”

“Melody,” he states back. He gives me a harsh sneer before saying, “Got you more clay.”

“Thanks,” I reply reaching for the bag that's dangling from his fingertips.

“How the hell are you going through this shit so fast? You making molds of your dick or something?”

With a charming smile I answer, “Not since the first day.”

Melody hides her giggle behind her hand. Omar immediately gives her a sharp scowl, which is when she snaps, “Oh lighten up. That was pretty good.”

He grunts and shakes his head. “I have some appointments this morning, but I will be back to pick up the delivery.”

“When?” she asks.

“When I'm done.” Omar lifts an eyebrow. “Is that a problem?”

“It's a complicated order, Omar. I need a time estimate to insure that it is ready.”

“You should have no problem if that is the only thing you are doing,” he sternly states giving me another glare.

I really hate this guy. Have I mentioned that?