Page 61 of On The Edge
“What did Reis' mom do?” I ask quickly, confused and protective. I know that after we left Reis called her once, and hasn’t heard from her since.
“Nothing,” Melody mumbles. She throws the blanket off and stands up, moving over to the desk on the opposite wall. Crossing her arms over her chest, the oversized shirt rides up another inch or so. Momentarily my focus drops to the new inch of upper thigh she revealed, mesmerized at how close I am to seeing her naked body again. I wet my lips, wanting to taste hermyself. Fuck, I should’ve helped him get her off with my hand that night. Then at least I could’ve had her essence on my skin. I could’ve licked her wetness off my fingers and felt that rush for myself. Next time–
Focus!My mind screams and my eyes flash back up to hers.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” She looks down at the ground and her arms drop, bracing herself against the desk.
“It’s okay,” I say, climbing off the bed to walk over to her and rub her upper arms gently. “We don’t have to talk about it. But I think you should. At some point. When you’re ready.” She looks up at me, those dark eyes guarded, but heated.
We will be coming back to Reis' damn mom later. I wonder if Reis knows what she’s talking about. But right now, I want nothing but ecstasy in her eyes.
“Did I understand you correctly?” Her eyes drop to my lips as her mouth opens slightly. It’s alluring. When she runs the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip, I’m barely able to keep my composure.
“Maybe. What about what I said has you confused, baby?” I say softly, quietly so as to not break our bubble.
“You love me.” Her breath brushes against my lips, and I lean into her space a little more. Her breathing, her heavy gaze, her soft skin under my hands, it’s all so hypnotizing. All I can think about is closing the gap between us, and finally tasting her lips again.
“That’s not a question. I loved you then, I love you now, I’ll love you in the future. I’m completely, totally and entirely in love with you, Melody.” I confess my love at no louder than a whisper as our lips gradually drift closer until every inch of me touches every inch of her. My palms slide down her arms until they meet hers, and we thread our fingers together.
Melody’s eyes close but I don’t dare. I’m not missing a moment. Not ever again.
“Markus,” she whispers my name like a fucking prayer. A prayer to a false god, but one that’s completely taken her over.
“I love you,” I say again, imbuing every inch of my love into the kiss when our lips finally touch. She sighs into my body and accepts it all, all of me as she gives me all of her.
The way her body melts into mine… it’s the thing of fantasies.
Melody pulls back for a staggered breath, but my lips don’t leave her. I kiss her cheek, brushing my lips across her jaw, and down over her neck.
“I love you, Markus,” she confesses softly. I pull back to make sure this is real fucking life and I haven’t overdosed or something. Maybe the years of alcohol abuse and getting high non-stop has caught up with me in the form of hallucinations before I die.
If this is the last thing I see before I leave this earth, at least it’s her, telling me she loves me. I’ll take that over anything else, any day.
“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. I don’t know how she could, not after what we did to her. “Don’t say it just to say it. I’d never do that to you, Mel. Please, don’t do it to me.”
If she came back after a while and said that she didn’t actually love me, but felt she had to say it back… I don’t think I’d survive that. I’d tell a funny joke and die inside, but I wouldn’t hold it against her. She’s kind, more kind than I deserve.
“I am. I love you so much, Markus.” She wraps her arms around my shoulders, and I bite back moan when she runs a hand through my hair lovingly. “You’ve always been the one to comfort me. To make me laugh and smile. To make sure I knew I was special to you guys. And just based on the last two days, nothing’s changed. You’re still you, and Iloveyou,” she says as she holds my cheek. Her soft hand against my face is healing, comforting in a way I didn’t expect.
My heart fuckingsoarsat her words.I lean forward and take a kiss from her, deepening it immediately. Her lips part in a small gasp and I don’t waste the opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth to taste her deeper. Her hands are grabbing at my shirt, pulling me closer as she tries to urge me forward desperately.
I pull back abruptly, looking at her shaken eyes and her puffy lips as she groans.
“I want you,” I growl.
“I want you, too.”Music to my fucking ears.She steps back slightly, or as much as my tight hold will let her, and suddenly looks very nervous. “But I need to tell you something. And if you don’t want me after hearing it, then I’ll understand.”
“I doubt there’s anything you could say that would make me not want you.”
“I slept with Kai. I love him too,” she blurts out quickly, hands covering her mouth as if she’s expecting me to throw her aside and tell her to get out of my sight. Instead, I smirk devilishly.
“Lucky bastard,” I say gruffly.
“I know you said you didn’t mind sharing when we were with Adam, but that was a threesome, not a separate time.” She looks so nervous, so prepared for me to reject her.
“Melody, I told you I was good with sharing. I mean, I am only okay with sharing you with Adam, Kai and Reis, to be clear. But I’m okay with it. You can have your own separate relationship with them, and then we can have our own relationship too. That was pretty much what we did in high school, just without actually telling each other how we felt. Well, that and we weren’t allowed sexy time. Now, I get to actually kiss you, hold you, love you, and fuck you whenever we want.” I smile with a teasing smirk, and kiss her deeply.
When I pull back, I can see the smile bloom on her face, and it’s like she finally fully relaxes. “I know that some bad shit happened to you in high school behind our back and I’m… I will forever be sorry that I couldn’t help you through it. I can only imagine what those motherfuckers said. But know, what you’re wanting–all of us–doesn’t make you anything butperfect.”
