Page 5 of The Devils Melody
We take our seats and the Hispanic woman from behind the bar makes her way towards us, while the other bartender makes a beeline for the stage. I can’t help the way my eyes follow her every move. The ass on her is holding my eyes,and my dick, hostage.
It’s her.
“What can I get you boys?” The woman’s voice forces my eyes away from the roundest ass I’ve ever seen and I give her an annoyed look. Her voice is smooth but carriesan edge, as though she’s used to dealing with assholes and isn’t afraid to put them in their place. Which isn’t too far off when dealing with my brother and I. Especially after pulling my attention away from the only reason I came here in the first place.
“Guess that depends,” I glance over at the name tag pinned to her shirt and give her a sarcastic smirk, “Loretta. You making the drinks strong tonight?”
Loretta snorts. “Depends. You two gonna be a pain in my ass tonight?”
Nox chuckles under his breath, clearly entertained.
I huff out a laugh and nod, “Beer, whatever's cold.”
“Old fashioned, dry.” Nox adds, like the pretentious bastard that he is.
She scribbles the order down and glances towards the stage before looking back at us.
“I'll go grab those drinks for you. Once Wren is done up there, she'll be your waitress for the night.”
My heart starts racing at the mention of her name. I was never able to get close enough to her before without raising suspicion or blowing my cover. I stuck to dark corners and tried to stay on the opposite side of the bar she was working on so I never caught her name.
Wren. It fits my little addiction so well, but before I get the chance to say anything, Nox beats me to it. “She sings?”
Loretta’s lips twitch like she's amused. “Every Friday. They can’t get enough of her.”Yeah, get in fucking line.
Loretta looks back towards the stage, her expression softening for half a second before she masks it with that no nonsense edge again. I haven’t been here on a Friday, until today. Explains why I had no idea she sang.
Looks like karaoke night just got a whole lot more interesting.
“Try not to distract her.” Then she’s off, disappearing behind the bar with the kind of ease that only comes from years of doing this.
Within seconds, my full attention is back on Wren. I'm frozen in place as she turns towards the microphone as if she's done it a hundred times before, facing the waiting crowd with effortless confidence. My eyes are once again plastered to her delicious figure. Those extra tight skinny jeans hugging her perfect ass, the small black tank top clinging to her like a second skin. A soft spotlight washes over her tan skin, highlighting the smooth dip of her waist and the tempting sliver of skin between fabric and denim. Long chocolate hair catches the light with each subtle tilt of her head, and all I can think about is how I want to wrap my fist around it, pull her back against me, and feel exactly how her body would mold to mine.
Fuck, she’s intoxicating.
She opens those perfect lips and I know I’m done for. Her voice rips through me, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my dick, and I can only imagine how she’ll sound when she’s moaning for me. I’ve never heard someone do a cover ofRainbySleep Token, but fucking hell if this doesn't sound better than the original. My breath catches as each note seems to reach into a place I didn't know existed, my need to possess Wren at an all time high.
Wren’s stage presence is magnetic, commanding attention from everyone with every move she makes. Thirty-some pairs of eyes in the crowd follow her as she sings, her full lips curving with each note, making me wish she was standing in front of me like that, gripping my dick instead of the microphone.
There’s something off, though. Wren’s voice is smooth, sultry even, but there’s an urgency to it. Maybe she’s tryingto push past whatever has her on edge? Her eyes scan over the crowd, lingering just a little too long in certain spots before she forces herself to focus on the song again.
Since I started coming here, I’ve noticed that she’s always on high alert. Always looking over her shoulder, small things spooking her more than they should. I started to wonder if she could feel my gaze on her. Could she feel what I’m feeling too?
I lean back in my chair and lazily stretch my arms behind my head, looking too at ease for someone who just murdered a man less than an hour ago, but I can’t help it. My little addiction can feel our connection and it has me higher than any drug I’ve taken.
Nox glares over at me with an annoyed stare and shakes his head. “Fuck no. I know that look. Don’t even think about it,” he says, pointing a finger in my direction.
I bring my hands out from behind my head in mock surrender and give him a look as if I have no idea what he’s talking about and then steer my eyes back to Wren.
“She’s not a good idea,” he mutters sternly, low enough for only me to hear. Nox says this about any woman I point out to him, never thinking anyone is good enough for us.
Little does he know, she’s the best idea yet.
I smirk, dragging my gaze from the stage just long enough to glance at him. “Didn’t say she was.”
“But you’re thinking it,” he counters, his tone dry as hell. “We still have at least three names left and we can’t afford a distraction. Especially not one that looks as good as that.” He points a hand over towards the stage, but even as he says it, his eyes move right back towards her.
So he’s admitting it.At least he’s not fucking blind.
