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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and resemblance to persons; living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  My Melody

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  Published by: Tiffany J West

  Copyright © 2015 by: Tiffany J West

  Cover art by: Cover to Cover Designs

  Photographed by: Kruse Images & Photography: Models & Boudoir

  Edited by: Kendra Johnson

  Cover model: Craig Gierish

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  The use of - Ashes and Embers: Author Carian Cole

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Other series written by T.J.West

  Quote

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  From the Author

  Acknowledgements

  Websites/Facebook pages to follow

  About the Author

  Other series by T. J. West

  The Rain Series

  November Rain - book 1

  Purple Rain - book 2

  Rain Street - book 3

  Downtown Series

  Forbidden Faith - book 1

  Judging June - book 1.5

  Harmony’s Healing - book 2

  SHE THOUGHT I WAS SOMEONE who worked behind the stage. She caught me staring at her outside the venue, we were both getting some fresh air. It was right after our performance. One look at me, she came straight over my way. She found me hot. Of course she did. I workout---like all of the time. I like to keep in shape, build muscle, look good for the ladies. What can I say? I love sex. I love hot women. If a hot chick wants to hide in a closet and fuck me, who am I to turn her down? I’m single, I’m not an ugly guy - so yeah, I’ll take her any way I can. The guys in the band call me a male slut. Okay, maybe I am. Can’t help it. I dig an epic orgasm. So when some sexy, badass woman with long “fuck me” legs, and tits bigger than my biceps asks me to meet her in the hall closet next to the greenroom, you better believe I’ll come running.

  I sneak inside the closet. It’s dark as hell in here. I smell this erotic perfume invading my nostrils and a hand beginning to stroke my dick. Oh yeah, right there, Baby. In a blink, I am pushed down onto some kind of hard bench; I suck in a breath when I feel the zipper of my fly go down. The hot chick tells me to shut it or she won’t suck me off. Hell, I better listen to her, then. I don’t want to waste my night without getting some. I hear her breathe, smack her lips as she helps me pull down my boxer briefs. I want to touch this woman, but she won’t let me. She’s really got me in a whirlwind right now. In a matter of seconds her hand wraps around my hardened cock and the blazing warmth of her mouth covers every Goddamn inch of my length. I seethe through my teeth, and tightly grab onto the edges of the bench. I lay my head back and groan. Have mercy, this chick is a fucking Goddess! The long strands of her hair tickle my cock as she continues to stroke me up and down. She moans and tells me how good I taste. If only I could taste her as well. I am on fire for this woman. What she’s doing to me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. She knows her game, how to make a man beg for more.

  I am feeling it. Oh yeah, I am feeling my favorite part. It’s leading it’s way toward the end of the finish line. The last meal of the day, and no complaints whatsoever. It’s fucking bliss, I tell ya. “Oh Baby, I’m comin’ quick…fuck!” I yell. My head slams against the wall. I am sweating, out of breath. Who the fuck is this woman? I need to see her face again. I am panting like a dog in heat, trying to to catch my breath when I ask, “What’s your name?” I hop back into my boxers and jeans when I am suddenly blinded by the glare of the light turning on. I squeeze my eyes shut. Seconds later I get molested inside my mouth. Hot damn this woman, her tongue has amazing skills! Of course I immediately follow along and molest her back; my hands are all over her. I squeeze her plump ass and crash her body into mine and we continue to suck face. I deepen the kiss, growl from our insane chemistry. We fit like a glove. She’s tall - tall enough we almost meet eye to eye - curvy and she smells fantastic!

  I am not ready when she pushes our locked lips apart, and steps away. “I don’t give out my name to strangers, Sexy,” she winks at me.

  Wow, she’s hot as hell, and fucking beautiful! She has black, shoulder length, wavy hair - pinned away from her face on one side - spectacular dark olive green eyes, that will no doubt haunt me, thin heart shaped lips - which are no longer covered in lipstick - last, but certainly never least, is the small dark mole next to the corner of her right eye. Damn…I have never found moles to be so sexy, not until this blazing Goddess stepped into my vision. As I look her up and down, I bite my bottom lip - her body is smokin’! Her hot ass black jeans look like a second skin, not leaving a whole lot to the imagination. Fuck me boots up to her knees, and a small black leather vest, covering only a lacy black bra. I love this woman!

  I quickly grab her and press her back into my chest. Her tits slam against me and of course my dick thanks me and decides to get hard again. “You just gave me the best Goddamn head, ever, how can I not know your name? I want your number too,” I beg.

  “Nope. Not today. Not tomorrow.” She brings her mouth up to my ear. “Just remember that my mouth will always be the best compared to anyone else you stick your cock in.”

  I throw my head back and laugh. I love her come back. “Hell, Baby, you are one sweet tease.”

  “Not even that. I’m just older, wiser..and..well, smarter.”

  An older woman? Even hotter. “How much older? You don’t look more than twenty-eight.”

  “You. Are.Too. Sweet.” She kisses me after every word.

  “So, you won’t tell me your name or your age. I’ll just call you my mystery lady, then.”

  “Whatever works,” she shrugs.

  I still have her bound against me. Her hands land on my shoulders while my hands stay planted on her ass. “Can I see you again? I’ll be in town one more night. I’ll get you another backstage pass…please?”

  She smirks at me. “I’ll be here.”

  She just made my day. My turn for a comeback. I kiss the side of her neck and huskily promise in her ear, “Next time, it will be my turn. I may be younger, but I have a mouth you’ll never forget either. I’ll be the best you’ll ever have…and trust me, you’ll be screaming for more.”

  “Is that so?” she chuckles, devilishly. “I’ve had a lot of men in my days, so don’t push your luck.”

  “I’m not all those men.” Another promise I can certainly keep.

  She gives me one last kiss, picks up her purse and leaves me. Unfortunately I don’t see her the next night or anytime after that. Not until the night of Faith and Helene’s party at Montgomery Suites - the night Helene and our music Producer, Gary, announced their engagement. Faith is the owner of the hotel and Helene is her mother. Helene works as the lead event coordinator of the hotel and moved from Arizona to be near her daughter, where she happened to meet Gary.

>   This mystery woman rocked my cock and my world. I have never met my match, someone who invaded my thoughts for months on end. My life is now spinning out of control. I am in lust and complete obsession. My days of being a manwhore have gone out the window. My mystery woman is now - my Melody.

  (Melody’s Prologue)

  *The night of Helene and Gary’s engagement announcement.

  MY LORD I CANNOT BELIEVE my sight. The guy whose dick I sucked on, a few months back in Vegas, is in the band JINKS.

  JINKS is a rock band that my sister, Harmony’s, boyfriend, Danny Jay is in.

  Since Harmony is the assistant event coordinator at the hotel, and works with Helene, I was invited to the party. Plus Harmony and Danny were dealing with some shit and weren’t together anymore, so I was also there for moral support. In addition, I love to dance and I never miss a party.

  I totally thought he was part of the band crew. Dayum! He’s a fucking rocker boy! Sex on legs this guy is. He’s built like The Hulk. Eight pack of hard abs with muscles galore on those arms of his; the biceps are like made of rock, or some shit. His ass is an ass of steel, so hard you could flip a coin off it. I was one of the lucky bitches who got a taste of that ass before I went down on him. Sweet hell of a memory. His adorable, gorgeous face and that hot grin he pulls off. He knows how to work a sexy grin. And I can’t forget those smokin’ hot eyes of his - wow! Deep blue, blue eyes which turn my pussy on. Hell yes they do. I love a man with beautiful eyes. This sexy rocker babe and his dark, black hair turn me upside down. I have never been so obsessed with one man before. I have thought of him every single day since that one night. It’s my fault I didn’t stick around in Vegas though. I went home without giving him my number. I don’t do well with relationships. I like one night stands. No muss no fuss. No heartbreaks. It’s easier that way for me. In a blink they could be gone, dead. Just like my parents.

  He hasn’t noticed me yet. I’ll just keep doing my moves until he does. I want the attention, I like how it makes me feel. Actually, I only like how he makes me feel. Holy shit, he finally saw me. He’s coming my way. My heart accelerates. His sexy half grin and those deep set eyes are hauling ass for me. One second I’m on the dance floor dancing, the next I am being slammed up against his hard rock chest; his hand goes straight for my ass and the other on the back of my head. He kisses me. Heaven’s to Betsy. I grip his Mount Shasta bicep with one hand, while the other one plasters up against our chests. He tugs on the back of my head and deepens the kiss. He kisses like a God. This young rocker boy is turning my world upside down. I have never felt so wanted before. He is putting a dangerous spell on me, I need to be careful. We could destroy each other. The chemistry between is unlike anything I have ever experienced. It terrifies me. The dance floor is compacted with other people - women who have their eyes on us, I can feel it. Yet it doesn’t bother me. Who gives a shit. Tonight, this man is all mine and he wants me, no matter how terrified I am of the outcome.

  He suddenly unsucks our lips. Our eyes meet. We are almost nose to nose in height. Even without my heels on I’m pretty tall. Damn, our bodies fit so perfectly together. His wide hand stays planted on the back of my head and he locks eyes with mine. He growls out, “It’s my turn, Baby.” I gulp. In an instant, I am being tugged out of the party like last night’s dinner - Rocker Boy’s dinner.

  He takes me into some conference room and locks the door. How the hell does he find an available room? How does he know which one is not secured and locked? The room is dark, but there is a faint light seeping from the closed blinds in the window near the door. I can make out a big oval conference table, with high back chairs closely spaced around it and potted plants in the far left corner. I place my hand bag down on the table and get weak in the knees when Rocker Boy wraps his arms around my middle, then kisses the side of my neck. “You smell amazing. So fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs seductively in my ear.

  I lean my head to the left, to allow him more skin. “Even for a thirty-six year old woman, probably double your age?” I murmur back.

  “I love older women. Age doesn’t mean shit to me, Babe.”

  Age doesn’t mean anything to me either. I just wanted to get his take on the matter. Mmmm, his tongue is so warm. He slowly turns me around, then lifts me up onto the table and elevates my dress above my hips.

  “You are the sexiest woman I have ever been with,” he says as he gently glides his fingers up and down my thighs. His voice is like melted chocolate; sultry, rich, inviting. No wonder he’s a musician, a singer. He has a way of making me forget who I am. I can totally see myself falling for this hot, sexy, young rocker. We are like two matching gloves, we slip into each other so easily. Soul mates. How is that possible? I don’t want - he cuts my thoughts off by tugging down my thong. I lift my ass to help him. In a flash they’re gone and my legs are over his shoulders; his hands splayed on my upper thighs. Oh, God here we go. I lay flat on the table then bring my hands up to my tits. I start to squeeze them just as his mouth hits my delicate flesh. You have got to be kidding me! His lips, his tongue - they’re so sensual, unlike anything I have ever felt. I start to shift my pelvis, to rock with his mouth, but he puts pressure on my thighs and won’t allow me to move. I am whimpering, salivating from every thrust of his tongue and the sucking of his lips. I lift myself up on my elbows to try and watch him. I can barely see him, just the outline of his body. His eyes, though. I can see his striking blue eyes. They are looking up at me as he sucks on my clit. I stick my thumb in my mouth, then suck on it as if it were his cock. Jesus, what is he doing to me! He wasn’t wrong when he promised me he’d be the best I’d ever have. I won’t remind him though. He knows he’s the best. “Holy shit…you taste like coconut. So fine, Sweetness,” he expresses in a deep gruff voice. Then adds, “Keep sucking on your thumb, Baby. Let me take you over the edge.”

  And holy hell, did he ever take me over the edge! I scream from the most intense orgasm of my entire life. My legs are spasming from the after effects, still coming down from my high, with a drip of sweat rolling down my temple. I am so out of breath! “Good, God who are you?”

  He places his hands on either side of my head and devours my mouth. He tastes like me. I grab the back of his head and deepen the kiss because I love the taste of myself on his tongue. It really turns me the hell on. He lifts my torso up, so I am now sitting against the edge of the table. Our chests are tight against the other, I can feel the beat of his heart. He is seriously a dangerous man for me. I cannot get lost in him.

  “I told you. I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you,” he murmurs against my lips.

  Damn he is so sexy…and a smartass. I need to get off this table, he’s smothering me - not in a bad way, but that danger zone I am trying to avoid is screaming inside my head. I push him as hard as I can. He’s so heavy though. I smack his shoulder. “Can I please get off this table?”

  I can slightly see him biting his bottom lip, grinning. Sexy bastard. “I’m rather enjoying you bare assed on here against my chest. You feel fucking phenomenal.” He nuzzles against my neck, then kisses the sensitive spot at the edge of my jawline. I begin to moan and almost lose myself again. But I snap out of the trance. I grunt from another push to his chest. That chest. Dear Lord. “Stop distracting me! Let up, will ya?”

  “Okay, chill,” he chuckles, then gives me a small peck on the lips and backs up. Finally I can breathe! I jump down from the table, pull on my thong, then scootch down my dress. “Wayne Priest is the name, Baby.”

  My head snaps up and I gasp. “What!” I shout. “Holy shit! You’re the fucker who screwed with my sister!” I try pushing the bastard, but his body doesn’t budge. I cannot believe I let this guy eat me out when he was the one who was the instigator of getting my sister hurt! I am so pissed off!

  “Wait, what? What are you talking about? Who the fuck is your sister?” Wayne, rocker boy, rests his hands on his hips.

  “Harmony, you dufus!”

  “Shit,
Harmony is your sister? Fuckin’ for real?”

  “Yes!” I retort.

  “I swear to you I never slept with her,” he places his hands on my shoulders. “I haven’t been with her or anyone since the night you sucked me dry.”

  “That’s not what I’m talking about,” I huff. “I know you never slept with her. It was that stupid ass game you forced her to play on Danny. And what do you mean you haven’t been with anyone since us?”

  He then cups my cheek and murmurs softly, “You ruined me for all women, Sweetness.”

  I gulp again. His eyes, I get lost in them. Snap out of it Mel! Why does he do that? Why does he have to talk so sexy and sultry, making me forget I am mad at him? It’s probably part of his charm to lure the women in. He’s trying to do it with me. Oh hell no! His charm won’t work on me. I get close to his lips, almost touching them. He wants me to kiss him. He’s ready. “Too bad I ruined you for all women, Sexy, cuz you are not gettin’ it on with me, ever again,” I murmur upon his opened lips, then unexpectedly smack him across the face. “Asshole!” I break free from him, then grab my bag and stomp toward the door.

  “Hey, whoa, hold on now,” he irritably shouts. He grasps onto my arm before I get the chance to open the door. He turns me back around. “I’ll have you know that I am no asshole! I was doing my best friend a favor, so that slap was not necessary.”

  “A favor?” I scoff. “That was no favor on Harmony’s part. It caused her nothing but pain.”

  “I didn’t mean for it to blow up like it did. I thought I was helping, dammit. I like Harmony. She’s a sweet babe.” I slap him again. “Ow! What the hell, woman!” He rubs his cheek.

  I smirk up at him. “Don’t call my sister a babe,” I say, pointing at his chest.

  He gets a hold of my hand and tugs me against his chest. Oh dear, here we go again. “Does it make you jealous?” He bites his bottom lip. He is such a player!

  Yes it does make me jealous, but he doesn’t need to know that. “Uh, no it does not,” I chuckle. “Just don’t call her a babe.”