Page 28 of The Devils Melody
She stops singing as soon as she hears the bell on the front door ring, signaling my arrival. “Last call was fifteen minutes ago,” she shouts over her shoulder without turning to see who walked in, and then continues to sing along to the jukebox, her hips swaying gently to the rhythm. I almost forgot how amazing she sounds. I need to hear her sing for me as I ram myself inside her tight little cunt.
I sit directly behind where she stands at the bar, patiently waiting for her to turn around and look at me. I know she can feel me here. I can tell in the way her body goes completely rigid, her singing stopping once more.
“Hello, little bird. Did you miss me?”
She turns around slowly, and my eyes catch a glimmer of something shining just below her cropped top. Her belly button is pierced.Fuck me.Slowly bringing my eyes up, I find her big brown eyes already watching me. My eyes glance down at her delicious mouth to see her plush lipspressed into a thin line, annoyance evident on her face. I give her one of my best smiles. It’s one I’ve never given to anyone else before. I can’t help it; she pulls it out of me.
She cocks her head to the side, her expression unreadable for only a moment. Then, slowly, her lips curve upward into a smile. For a second, it knocks the wind out of me.
Could she finally be warming up to me? I didn’t think it would be possible, especially after how she treated us the last time we were here. Somehow I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist my charm for too long.
But before I even have the chance to say anything, she lifts her right hand and flips me off while slamming a beer on the counter with the left, her smile never leaving her face.She remembered my order. My own grin deepens, that dark twisted part of me loving the fire she has in her.
Wren turns around, grabbing a rag and pretends to be busy while she ignores me. She grabs her phone off the back counter and quickly checks it. A scowl grows on her face before she locks her phone and shoves it into her back pocket.I wonder who that is.Can’t let her get off that easily, though. Clearing my throat, I try to get her attention again. Unfortunately for her, I’m not going anywhere.
She swings around at the sound and snaps at me, “Where’s your better half? Aren’t the two of you attached at the hip or some shit?”
I laugh, a little shocked that she has such a mouth on her, but I shouldn’t be surprised. “You think he’s better than me? I’m offended.”
She smiles, actually fucking smiles, and I swear to whatever god is out there that I just fell in love. “I guess you really are the better one out of the two of you. Lennox is a fucking asshole.”
That drags an honest laugh out of me. “That he is. Butyou’ll get used to him. I think you’ve created a little Wren sized soft spot in him.” I say, leaning closer resting my elbows on the bartop.
She rolls her eyes, tossing the rag back onto the counter behind her and crossing her arms beneath her tits, pushing them up in a way that has my eyes zeroing in on them. How could someone with such a small frame have the kind of curves that she does? It’s fucking unreal.
“Baby, you’ve cracked open something in him most people would get killed for even brushing up against.”
She shakes her head, clearly not wanting to listen to a damn thing I have to say. “Is that supposed to scare me or something? And why are you telling me this? I thought it was you who was interested, with the way you won’t leave me alone and what not.”
“I am,” I murmur, my gaze sweeping down her body slowly. “But I don’t mind sharing something as special as you with my brother.” I wink at her and give her that smile that belongs to only her.
Wren laughs, a low, almost bitter sound. “Yeah, well, I’ve been ‘special’ before,” she says, throwing air quotes around the word special. “That didn’t exactly end well for anyone.”
My cock twitches at that. A woman with damage. I want every scar, every bruise, every broken piece she hides underneath all that attitude. I want to peel her open and lick her wounds one by one.
Wren reaches into the back pocket of her jeans and pulls out her cell phone, checking it once again, the scowl she wore earlier returning to her face. Why does she keep checking that thing? Instead of putting it back in her pocket, she places it on the bar and locks it and then turns away from me to keep working. But not before I steal aquick glance at the screen and read the name plastered across it.
Fucking. Richard.
I reach into my jacket pocket, pull out my cell phone and text Nox.
Me: Get your fucking head out of your ass and get to the bar. Our girl needs us.
I wait for a moment, taking a sip of my drink, thinking he’s probably not going to text me back. I send him another message.
Me: LENNOX.
Nox: Fuck you. I was handling some shit.
Nox: I’m on my way.
Me: Yeah, I'm sure you had to rub one out after I left. Hurry the fuck up.
All he sends back is the middle finger emoji. I smirk at the message.
“What are you over there smiling at your phone for?” Wren grabs my attention, bringing me back to what's in front of me.
“I was just texting your favorite person. He should be on his way here now.”
