Trust Me, Page 6

  “Deserves good pounding,” she slurred.

  Her hand moved down to where their bodies were joined, and her fingertips brushed his length every time he moved within her. Enjoying the sensation, he slowed his thrusts, pushing back his mindless need to attain release. When his instincts retreated and he located a sliver of reason in his lust-clouded thoughts, he gently slid his hands around Melanie’s body and cupped her soft breasts. He kissed her sweat-damp shoulder and brushed her hair back with the side of his face as he kissed his way to her neck.

  She moaned, churning her hips to meet his much slower but still deep thrusts.

  “Kind of lost myself there for a moment,” he whispered, fingers tugging at her nipples. “I almost forgot it’s better to give than to receive.”

  “You’re always . . . Oh!”

  He grinned at her reaction to his rough treatment of her stiff nipples. “What were you saying?” he asked.

  Jeans around his calves, his shuffled toward the bed, still joined with Melanie.

  “You’re always giving, Gabe. It’s okay to take. I want you to take. Take all of me.”

  So he bent her over the bed and took and took and took until he exploded inside her. When he collapsed onto her back, breathing hard, his balls quivering from the merciful release, he had no idea if she’d enjoyed it, if she’d reached orgasm, or if she wanted to do nothing more energetic than sleep for the next few hours. But he knew all those things were true in regard to himself.

  “You okay?” he asked, face squashed against the middle of her back.

  “Never better.”

  He hoped she wasn’t just saying that. He wanted their relationship to be built on trust and no lies. If his bedroom skills lacked in any way, he wanted her to tell him so that he could improve. Even if that meant they had to accessorize with new devices.

  “Did you come?” he asked.

  “Twice.” Her hand, resting on the bedspread beside her head, curled, and she extended two fingers. They were shaking.

  So it hadn’t been a total failure on his part.

  After a moment, he found the will to stand. He gently caressed her back with both hands and watched his softened cock slip from her pussy. If he hadn’t just come, the sight of their combined cum dripping down her thighs would have made him instantly hard for a second round, but he was completely spent. He kicked off his cumbersome jeans, pulled back the covers and climbed between them.

  “There’s a spot right here for you, baby,” he said, holding the covers up in invitation.

  A look of longing on her face, she glanced toward the suite’s bathroom. “Hold that thought.”

  He did until she returned a few moments later with a warm, wet washcloth.

  “I want you to sleep comfortably too,” she said, and handed the cloth to him.

  He wiped the stickiness from his dick, overwhelmingly touched by her completely unembarrassed meeting of his needs. The simplicity of the gesture reminded him of her earlier confession. He dropped the cloth to the floor and wrapped the covers around her when she slipped between them. Spooning up against her back, he brushed her hair aside with one hand and kissed the delicate curve of her jaw.

  “There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you every time I look at you,” he said, his heart now thudding a rapid staccato. “Or even think of you.”

  She turned her head, that questioning look that laid waste to all rational thought on her beautiful face. “What’s that?”

  “I love you.” He half-expected a comet to strike the planet and end the world at that moment, but the only thing that happened was the room air conditioner kicked on.

  “Are you sure?” she asked, the question clear in her eyes. “You don’t have to say it again just because I said it.”

  “Trust me.”

  She rolled over in his arms and palmed his cheek in one hand. “I do.”

  Two words even scarier than the three he’d just said, but he smiled at hearing them. He planned to hear them again from her in a more formal setting in the future. “Good,” he said. “Because it’s true. I love you.”

  All the questions left her face, to be replaced by a radiant smile. “I love you too, Gabe. Crazy as it sounds.”

  “Didn’t think you’d ever fall for a tattooed metal drummer?” He lifted a teasing eyebrow.

  “Well, no, but that’s not the crazy part. What’s crazy is how fast it happened.”

  “Mass remaining stable, the faster the acceleration, the greater the force.”

  “And Force is with me on this?”

  He laughed at her use of his nickname and kissed her. “Force will always be with you.” He kissed her again. “But please leave the corny Star Wars references to me.”

  She shook her head. “I want to share everything with you,” she said, her fingers sliding through the strip of hair at the center of his scalp.

  He had no idea what had happened to his ball cap, but was glad they were completely bare to each other—inside and out—at that moment.

  “I want to share my body, my heart, corny Star Wars references.” She blinked, but then held his gaze. He could feel her heart thudding against his. “My life.”

  “I guess if corny Star Wars references come with the rest of those amazing perks, I’ll allow them.”

  She scowled at him. “Perks?”

  “I said they were amazing.”

  “But do you want the same thing?” she asked, her hand now moving to his cheek.

  He melted into her palm, sorry he’d made her doubt his intentions. “I want to marry you, Melanie Anderson. Is that what you had in mind?”

  The blood drained from her face. “It’s much too soon for that. I was talking about moving in together. I’ve been thinking about it, and I’m ready.”

  He caught her wrist and drew her hand to his mouth, tenderly kissing her palm. “I’m glad. But . . .”

  “But? I thought that’s what you wanted.”

  “It is. But . . .”

  She stared at him, waiting for him to continue. Moving in together just wasn’t enough.

  “I know I don’t look it, but I’m rather traditional.”

  She snorted.

  “I mean that,” he said. “I might move in with a woman I wasn’t sure about, but I’m sure about you, Mel. You’re my one. My forever. My only. I want you to be my wife.”

  Her eyes widened, and she stared at him for a full minute before she blinked. “Do you really mean that?”

  His kiss moved from her palm to her wrist, where her pulse beat rapidly against his lips. “I’ve never meant anything more in my life.”

  She grinned. “Your acceleration is a force to be reckoned with, Force.”

  He laughed. He actually liked that she teased him about his nickname. “Is that a yes? You’ll marry me?”

  Her smile brightened, and she cupped his cheek in one hand. “Yes.”

  The air conditioner kicked off. A comet didn’t strike the planet. But he was pretty sure his world had just ended. It had brightened into a new one with the promise of this woman by his side. Always.

  Chapter Six

  Melanie didn’t know how Gabe could sleep at a time like this. Had he really just asked her to marry him? Not moving in together or how she felt about marriage, but a genuine proposal? And had she really said yes? She felt no regret over her hasty decision. Not even a trace of regret. But how could he cement their lives together and then casually roll over and take a nap? Must be a man thing.

  Practically vibrating with excited energy, Melanie kissed Gabe’s bare shoulder and allowed herself the pleasure of running her hand down his perfectly defined chest, pausing to toy with the sexy barbell piercing his nipple before continuing over the eight perfect bumps that defined his abs. As she copped her feel, she dwelled on the reality that this magnificent, albeit sleeping, man was all hers, and then, unable to keep that reality to herself for a single second longer, she hopped out of bed. She found her shorts, fished her cellphone from the p
ocket and then quietly shut the bathroom door so she didn’t wake her sleeping fiancé. Fiancé? Holy shit, she was engaged!

  “Mental Health Services,” a receptionist answered her call. “How can I help you?”

  “I need to speak to Nicole Swanson, please. She’s a patient.”

  “Oh yes, we’re all very familiar with Nikki,” the woman said.

  What, exactly, was that supposed to mean? “Can I talk to her?”

  “Let me see if she’s available.”

  While Melanie was on hold, she stared at herself in the enormous mirror over the sink. She didn’t look any different from the way she’d looked that morning, but she felt like an entirely new woman. An obscenely happy one. Perhaps Nikki wasn’t the best person to share this news with first. She might not take it well. Maybe Melanie should have called her mom first. Her mom would be happy about her exciting news until she learned it meant her only daughter would likely be moving to Texas. Melanie normally saw her parents a couple of times a week. Her leaving Topeka would be an adjustment for all of them. And if she and Gabe had babies—her heart thudded with a mix of excitement and dread at the idea—she figured her parents just might find a way to move south to spoil those future grandchildren. But Melanie was getting ahead of herself. She and Gabe had talked about having babies only once, and it had been in regard to that pregnant groupie, Lindsey. Melanie wasn’t sure if she could handle the idea of another woman carrying Gabe’s baby. “Please don’t let it be his,” she murmured to herself.

  “Please don’t let it be his what?” Nikki asked in her ear.

  “Guess what?”

  “You’ll be here in a couple of hours to bust me out of this hellhole.”

  “Uh . . .” That had been the original plan. “We won’t be there until tomorrow, sweetie. Something came up.”

  “Let me guess. Gabe’s dick came up, so you had to stop at a hotel and take care of that for him.”

  Melanie laughed. “Lucky guess.”

  “More like inevitable situation. You two are on fire for each other. Putting you into a car alone together could only lead to one thing.”

  “Two things, actually.”

  “You stopped at two different hotels? You are insatiable. Meow.”

  “No, just the one. The other thing is . . . Can you keep a secret?” Melanie wasn’t sure if Gabe wanted her to keep their spur-of-the-moment engagement a secret or not, but just in case . . .

  “You know I can’t keep a secret, Mel.”

  “Well, try. I can’t keep this to myself. It’s too wonderful.”

  “I’m locking my lips. Throwing away the key.”

  Knowing Nikki, Melanie pictured her pantomiming the actions as she said them.

  “Okay.” Melanie took a deep breath, her belly fluttering with butterflies. She was half-convinced she was dreaming, but telling Nikki made it more real. “Gabe wants to get married.”

  “To who?”

  Melanie rolled her eyes at herself in the bathroom mirror. “To me, silly.”

  “You’re going to marry Gabe?”

  “I know it’s a little fast—okay, it’s a lot fast—but I also know he’s the one. Is it possible? To just know? I never believed falling in love could really happen this way. I always thought love had to develop over time to be strong enough to withstand marriage, but with Gabe—”

  “You’re going to marry Gabe?” Nikki interrupted.

  “Yeah.” Melanie smiled at her reflection with complete confidence. “I’m going to marry Gabe.”

  “Oh my God! You, Melanie from Kansas Anderson, are going to marry Gabe Force Banner, the motherfucking drummer of Sole Regret!” And so now the entire top floor of the hospital knew Melanie’s secret.

  “Way to keep your mouth shut, Nik.”

  “This is so freaking great! I get to be your maid of honor, right?”

  “Well, I hadn’t thought that far ahead.”

  “Right?”

  “Of course.” She couldn’t deny Nikki that central role at her side on the most important day of Melanie’s life. Nikki was her best friend. Melanie’s parents had never liked Nikki—she’s a bad influence on you, sweetheart—but that didn’t matter. If they thought Nikki was a bad influence, she couldn’t imagine how they’d react when they met Gabe. Conservative wasn’t just her parents’ middle names, it was their first and last names too. But she’d worry about their reaction to her fiancé later.

  “Yes!” Nikki shrieked, her enthusiasm making Melanie smile. “I’m going to throw you the most amazing bridal shower and the bachelorette party of the century! When’s the big day?”

  “We haven’t set one yet. Calm down a little. You’ll have plenty of time.”

  “I’m going to start looking online for ideas. Oh, but I can’t do that here. I wish I had my phone. Then you could send me a pic of your engagement ring too.”

  “Uh, well, I don’t have one of those.” And frankly a ring wasn’t that important to her. She wanted the man, not the diamond.

  “Are you sure he proposed?”

  “He asked and I said yes.”

  Nikki cleared her throat. “Were you in bed at the time? Had he just had some crazy-hard orgasm right before he asked you?”

  “Well, yeah, but—”

  “Oh, Melanie, I’m so sorry. And you were so excited about it too.”

  Melanie sat on the toilet because her knees were suddenly wobbly. “What are you saying?”

  “Those after-sex proposals don’t count, hon. If I married every guy that proposed marriage to me after he blew a load, I’d have more husbands than Zsa Zsa Gábor and Elizabeth Taylor combined.”

  “It wasn’t like that. We discussed it. He asked me. It was real.”

  “Did he roll over and fall asleep afterwards?”

  Melanie glared at her phone. Did Nikki have the place bugged? How could she know all that? Of course, Nikki had a lot more practice with men that Melanie ever would, but what Melanie had with Gabe wasn’t like anything Nikki had ever experienced.

  “Yeah. He’s asleep.”

  “If he doesn’t remember it when he wakes up, you have to give him an out. Sometimes good pussy makes guys say things they don’t mean.”

  Melanie’s balloon of elation didn’t deflate, it burst. She swallowed the lump in her throat, glad she hadn’t been stupid enough to share the news with her mom before Nikki had set her straight.

  “We’ll, uh, be there tomorrow,” Melanie said, blinking back the ridiculous tears in her eyes.

  “Oh, please don’t cry, Mel. I didn’t mean to upset you. Maybe he really meant it.”

  “I’m not crying.” And now she was a liar. She unrolled some toilet paper and dabbed at her eyes, fighting the urge to sniff, which would give away her deception.

  “I’m sure he meant it, Mel. Who wouldn’t want to marry the sweetest, most caring and most generous, smartest, funniest, sexiest woman alive?”

  “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  “Mel,” Nikki whispered, “my heart is breaking for you.”

  “I’m okay.”

  She hung up and sat there trying to recall all that had been said and done when Gabe had asked her to be his wife. She’d believed his sincerity at that moment, so why was she doubting him now? She stared down at her bare left ring finger and jerked when a