Page 68 of Broken Melody
It wasn’t our time - wish it could have been,
I’m hoping and praying you can forgive,
Did I perform the ultimate sin?
Because I wouldn’t let you in, oh I couldn’t let you in?
“This is really good, Sailor.”
“You don’t have to say that. I’ve never tried before, I know it isn’t great, but help me.”
“No, I’m serious. This is good. Is it… who’s it about?” I read the words again and feel a little stab of jealousy imagining her thinking about a lost love while she wrote them.
“It’s about my son,” she says and my eyes immediately meet hers. “I know that if you didn’t know about him it would seem like it’s about a man – a lost love. I did that on purpose.”
I place the paper down and pull her to me. I know what it feels like to share a piece of your soul like that with someone. Each word and press of her pencil on the paper is filled with emotion and meaning. I get that, I understand. “Let me play around with it and see if I can come up with a melody for it, but I don’t want to change a word. Not one. Is it okay if I take this?” She nods and I smile. “In the mean time, I think it’s time for your first lesson.”
“My first lesson?” she asks her nose scrunching in confusion.
“Yep.” I place the guitar in her lap, and then move behind her.
“What if the guys wake up?”
“They can sleep through anything, trust me.”
Placing one of her hands on the neck of the guitar and lining her fingers up on the frets, I take her other in mine and strum a chord. The vibration of the guitar moves through her body and into mine. When she looks at me over her shoulder and smiles, it’s more than the guitar that makes me hum. Moving her fingers to a different chord, we strum the guitar again. “This is a B chord,” I tell her. Move her fingers again, “This is D.” I take her pointer finger and show her how to pluck the strings at the same time I move my lips to her neck and kiss it.
“Oh, I think you should show me those notes again,” she tells me and bends her neck to the side further to give me better access.
I smile and kiss her neck again, and bite it a little bit too because I can’t help myself. “Like that?”
She surprises me when she sets the guitar aside gently, “My turn.”
“Your turn?” I ask her confused.
“I’m going to teach you how to play something,” she smiles over her shoulder again, but wickedly this time, then takes one of my hands and places it at her breast, and the other one she moves boldly between her legs and presses. “This hand” she says squeezing the one at her breast, “you flick your fingers just so,” she tells me flicking her own nipple, which makes my dick harden in seconds.
“Then with this hand,” she says moving it back up to her belly so she can slide it slowly down her pants and into her underwear. She takes my middle finger and brazenly slides it through her wetness and circles her sweet spot, “With this one,” she says again breathless, “you move it just so,” she instructs. When I obey, her head falls back on her shoulders and she emits a deep sigh. She moans when I enter her with one finger, then two. I stroke her, rub her, tease her, lean forward and kiss her belly, playing her like the most important instrument I’ve ever had in my hands. She moans softly under my ministrations, whispers my name, grasps handfuls of my hair, while making her own music with her voice, body, and its moves.
When her whole body stiffens as she finds release, one of her hands clutches my shoulder while the other she places over her mouth to muffle the sound. Then she shocks me when she kneels in front of me and paws at the waistband of my jeans working frantically to free me. I’m too surprised to move and when she takes me in her mouth, it’s my turn to moan. “Oh my god,” I stutter out and I can’t concentrate on anything other than the feel of her mouth on me. My head falls forward so I can watch her and I can’t help but think fuck her learning to play the guitar, I’m going to need all of her spare time to play my body like she is right…”Fuck,” I curse when she does something magical with her tongue.
She has me coming in no time and I cradle her face in my hands. She smiles and rises to kiss me. I pull her to me and enjoy her body against mine before I rise to put myself back together. She smiles, “You should get back before anyone realizes you’re gone. We’ve made a lot of noise in here between the guitar and your inability to keep it together.”
“Hey, I was not expecting that at all, you can’t blame me.”
“Well, what can I say, I’m just full of surprises.”
“That you are, songbird. That you are,” I give her a kiss and quietly make my way back to my cot. As far as I can tell, the guys are none the wiser. Wishing I could fall asleep next to Sailor, I easily drift off, but not before thanking my lucky starts that Jace and Rick went to hear her in that bar.
