Unmask (Adrenaline Series (Stand Alone) Book 4) (16 page)

“Except, well, okay. Why is she just waiting around for Madden like that?”

“Tricky question. You'd have to ask her.”

“Well, why does he treat her like that?”

“Trickier answer,” I mumble and lean back on my palms. “I don't think he wants too. I think what happens more often than people care to admit, is you wear a mask. You put on the face people expect to see. You start living up to the expectations of your name or reputation or expected behavior and the real you stays hidden. I think sometimes you wanna take it off. Show the world who you really are, but are afraid they won't like it. That they'll reject you or even worse, you'll reject you. You'll start to hate the person behind the mask because you've worn it so long that that's the real you and the person you thought you were hiding either no longer exists or would just be a different mask for you to wear because you have no idea who you really are anymore.” Looking down at my empty plate on the coffee table I whisper, “Or maybe that's just me...”

“It's not just you,” she confirms. “Being Triple D is your mask, isn't it?”

Her question lifts my eyes back up.

“Do you know who Drew is?”

“After almost ten days of being just him? I think so.”

She curls her lips into a smile. “If it matters, you'll always be Drew to me. That's who I'll always see.”

See what I mean? How could I walk away from her? How could I want her anywhere else but with me?

The lights shut off as thunder rocks the house. While the outage is very brief, it's enough to get my mind wandering. “Back up?”

“Eden has back up generators.”

“But the cameras?”

She smiles again as she shakes her head.

Come on Thor! Knock that power out again so I can knock that pussy out in peace. What? Of course I really just said that.

Melody stands. “I'm going to do the dishes and read on the couch for a bit.”

I rise and attempt to grab dishes. “Will I see you later?”

With a flick of her wrist, she shoos me away. “Yes. Now go. Just in case we have an audience, we should keep up the usual routine.”

After a short nod, I start to walk backwards towards my room. “Night Mel...”

While heading towards the sink, she calls back without turning around, “Night Drew.”

Knowing there's a thunderstorm prevents me from my normal routine of scrubbing away the art leftovers of the day. Instead, I give my teeth a good brush, shed my clothes and crawl into bed. The anticipation of her in my bed is enough to feed my mind for hours, but the minor aches that seem to occur before I crash are already beginning. For a few I lie still willing them away. At first thoughts about the different places I can't wait to fuck her outside this place flood my brain. Before my dick can't handle being any harder, I switch to the idea of showing her around the McCoy mechanic shop. Introducing her to my brothers. Explaining to her Madden and Knoxie both bark a lot harder than they bite...well, to friends of the family anyway. I start to consider what she might find to talk to Destin about. Easily my mind starts to float towards Daniel, the idea that he's fucked up without help clawing at more than my conscious.

I can't lose another brother. I won't.

Eventually I drift off to sleep figuring it's a better idea to rest a little since I won't be the rest of the night. I'm not sure how long I'm out before Melody enters the room, but the minute the bed dips beside me, I swiftly roll on top of her.

She giggles, “You were dead asleep.”

“Parts of me,” I yawn as my cock that sensed her before I did nudges between her legs. The second it brushes against her dripping wet panty-less pussy a groan creeps out of me. “Damn, Mel. I missed you.”

“Missed me or
parts
of me,” her playful counter is followed with her wrapping her arms around my neck.

On a grunt, I remove her hands and pin them above her head. My knees part her legs and without further warning I thrust harshly inside. Her body arches off the bed. With my lips beside her ear I declare. “You.”

“Drew,” she whimpers as I pump once more, her pussy determined to swallow more and more of me with each push provided.

Releasing her hands, I place my lips greedily over hers and start making up for lost time with my tongue. Our mouths fuse together determined to match the speed of our frenzied hips. Between ardent kisses, my hands roam her soft skin, her nipples easily requiring more attention than anything else.

Come on...we haven't spent that much time together.

When I tug softly, her mouth slips from mine and she cries my name loudly.

It's like body bingo.

My pumping slows down as I draw my body slightly upward anxious to hear her make those sounds again. I roll my fingers across her other nipple and repeat the action. She bucks her hips and mewls for more. The small but effective torture has me smiling and wishing I could see this in more light.

When we get out of this place, we are never fucking in the dark again.

Once I've had my fill of her begging, I drape her legs over my shoulders. She tenses at the new position. “Relax baby. I'll take care of you.”

“It's so deep, Drew,” she whimpers, her muscles trying to expel my dick, the tight pulses making it hard not to fuck the shit out of her like this. “I don't think I can take it...”

“I.” My lips kiss her calf. “Promise.” I kiss the other one. “You. Can.” With a gentle scraping of my teeth against her ankle, her pussy welcomes my cock. Slowly I plunge deeper, my eyes shutting in pure rhapsody. The pumping continues in long drawn-out motions, wanting her to feel everything I can offer as much as wanting to experience everything she's awarding me.

And trust me. Her pussy is a prized piece. Not just because it's so tight, but because it's a perfect fit for me. Do you know how rare that shit is?

When I slip my thumb to her clit to assist in making her come, she moans her hands gripping my biceps. “Make me come, Drew....”

With a crooked smirk I whisper, “Always baby.”

I rub in the pressured circles I know she enjoys while I continue to push deeply. It doesn't take long before her body is a withering mess. The sound of her breath being lost acts as the best aphrodisiac a guy could dream of.

Not that I needed any help.

“I'm coming,” she cries out loudly, her moans easily now screams, the shaking of the house in tandem with her body. “Drew!”

Overwhelmed by it all, I drop her legs, so she can wrap them around my waist. In her ear I command, “Again. Call my name out again.”

“Drew!” Her lips effortlessly sing the hymn with each jackhammer of my hips.

The repetition cultivates the ravenous beast she's created inside. I thrust harder and harder, shamelessly saying, “I'm gonna mark your body, Mel. It's mine.” Her flexing muscles that are warning another orgasm is near cause me to growl. “It belongs to me.
You
belong to me, Mel.” The throbbing of her pussy starts milking my weeping dick. “And
I
belong to you...” At that moment a hot surge fills her as cries of devotion leave us both reverberating with such force I'm not sure who is making more sound, the storm or us.

In one swift motion, I drop onto my back, pulling her frame over to embrace mine. With my arms tucked tightly around her, I plant a kiss on her forehead. The feeling of her face smiling against my chest has me feeling like I'm in paradise.

“Does the house have power?”

“No,” she sighs, her fingertips stroking my abs.

Desperate and not afraid to show it, I beg, “Will you stay the night with me then? Here. In my bed.”

I can feel the apprehension that often arises, return. “Drew-”

“Please, Melody.” Feeling my own explainable fear, I plead, “I need you tonight....”

The room falls silent to voices, the beating rain seeming more like it's punching the house rather than falling on it.

“Is this about Daniel?” Hearing his name stops my hands from stroking her shoulder. “Are you worried about him?”

“Yeah,” I quietly confess. “And losing you. Every time you leave, I worry The Devil's gonna do something and I might not see you again. Maybe that makes me a pussy-”

“It doesn't.”

“Well I feel like a pussy,” I mutter under my breath. “Could you just...sleep with me for a bit? You can sneak out before the sun rises, but can I have that part of you just once?”

Her chin pops up on my chest. However she doesn't say anything.

Talk about deafening silence.

“I'll stay, but we have to talk in the morning, okay?”

Worry tries to battle with the sleep that wants to settle in. “About what? Is something wrong? Should I-”

“Just rest, Drew.”

“But-”

“Rest Drew...just trust me and rest.”

“Okay,” I whisper on another yawn shutting my eyes. “Thank you for staying, Mel.”

And thanks to you too. You've been a good friend this entire time. Thanks for keeping it real with me. Oh, and thanks for keeping me company in the world's weirdest prison cell.

Melody

A word to the wise. Bliss in The Devil's world is always a short lived state.

“Don't you two look comfortable,” his voice springs my body upward.

Oh. Shit. Oh shit.

He compliments with a cigar dangling from his lips, “Beautiful rack might I add.”  I reach for the sheet to wrap around me just as Drew starts to stir. “Much better than the one I saw last night.”

“Eyes off my girl,” Drew's growl isn't as impressive through the large yawn he's exhibiting.

“Your girl?” The Devil chuckles. “That's cute. Isn't that cute, Omar?”

My head whips around to see Omar with a displeased expression leaning against the door frame. “Disgusting.”

“Such a sour kitten that one,” The Devil says while shaking his head. “Honestly, I think it's cute McCoy. You've fallen for the girl
actively
killing you.”

Shame forces my head down.

Drew questions, “Huh?”

“I know you McCoys are a little slow, but you can't possibly be
that
slow.” When Drew doesn't say anything else, The Devil sighs, “You bunch give me a headache. It's why you'll never sit at the top of the mountain.”

“What. Do. You. Mean. Killing. Me?”

“Your skin discoloration. The aches. The pains. All results of the poison you've been ingesting every morning thanks to Eve.”

My eyes fall closed.

No. He's not lying. Yes. You can hate me now. But I was going to heal him! Let me explain-

“P-p-poison?” Drew barely spews.

“Yes. That little vixen in your bed has been killing you and your brother since you two arrived. Isn't that right?” I don't reply, which makes him repeat, “Isn't that right, Eve?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“No. No. Look at me,” The Devil commands my face upward. “I like to look at my weapons in all their glory.”

With tears falling from my eyes as much as they are down the back of my throat I stare at the man who has made me into the killer I am.

“Is your name really Eve? Not Melody?” Drew snaps at me. I turn my head and he bites, “You've been fucking lying to me this whole time haven't you?”

“I-”

“Here's what's interesting,” The Devil grabs our attention again. Leaning back in his seat he scrunches his face. “Either little Eve hasn't been giving you the proper dose or your brother's immune system is weaker than yours. Check out what Eve's creation has done to him...or should be doing to you.”

The screen splits to Daniel who is laying in bed an almost green color, sweating profusely, shaking uncontrollably while Nina dabs his forehead with a towel.

In a barely audible tone, Drew croaks, “Daniel...”

“Beautiful isn't it?” The Devil chortles as the other shot vanishes. “She really is a whiz at this shit.” He ashes his cigar. “If it makes you feel any better, you're not the only guy she's ever slept with
and
killed. You know...I don't miss Jimmy.”

I can explain that too. I can! I-

“Now if you keep up your end of the deal McCoy, there will be a beautiful antidote waiting for you, courtesy of the same woman beside you.” The Devil smirks. “I'm not even mad at you for fucking a McCoy Eve. I'm almost impressed you've finally started to reap some of the benefits of your job position.” Before I can say anything else he states, “Thank you, Omar. You know what to do next.”

“Yes sir,” Omar replies.

“See you two very soon...”

The second the screen is shut off, I turn to Drew, voice pleading, “I can-”

“Get out.” He coldly states, head hung.

“Drew-”

“Out!” His scream causes more tears to come from me. “Now!”

Yanking the sheet to keep my body covered, I hold it closed and rush from the room.

I deserve that and so much more. I just...I need to explain. I can explain. Will you listen? Um...hello?

“Melody.” Omar's voice states as I cross the living room for my own bedroom. “Melody.”

I don't respond. Once I'm in my room, I head straight for the bathroom to clean up since I'm most likely about to be dragged from here to my demise.

Fine. Don't listen to me about anything else, but hear me now. The Devil is not okay with me sleeping with Drew. He's livid. How I'm going to die just went from quick and meaningless to slow with lots of torture. And since you are somewhat listening, I tried to tell you I was going to heal Drew! I wasn't going to just let him die like The Devil has planned.

“Melody. Stop.” Omar's demand turns my body around, hand still on the door knob.

“What?”

In a low, almost hurt tone, he shakes his head. “How could you fucking do that?”

I press my lips together.

“How could you not fucking listen to me? How could you throw your life away for a McCoy? For a fucking McCoy.”

“He is so much more than the disgusting tag line that is his name.”

“If you believe that then you're even more naive than I thought.”

“Or maybe,” I snip and lift my eyebrows. “Maybe I'm not fucking stupid enough to believe everything I'm told. Maybe I did a little research myself-”

“You let him research between your legs.”

“Fuck. You.” My curse stumbles him backwards. “Don't you dare stand there and judge me.”

“How can I not?” Omar whispers. “You gave up your life for a quick fuck. You're a dead woman now.”

“I've been a dead woman for a very long time.” The tears that had paused begin again. “Just because your heart is beating doesn't mean you're alive.”

“Melody-”

“I've been dead for years, just waiting for my moment. For my time card to be punched.” Taking a step forward I state, “You know what I did? I took the power away from The Devil.
I
picked when my life is over and if I was given the chance to do my time with Drew over the only thing I would change is I would've started sleeping with him sooner.”

Omar's surprised expression actually feels good.

Well as good as it can, knowing the one person you actually love in the world now hates you.

“Now, I need to shower. Chances are if you are here that means it's to drag me somewhere. I would like to be clean first.”

Omar clears his throat. “I'm not.”

“What?”

“I'm not here to take you anywhere.” Seeing the look of confusion on my face he sighs, “The Devil figured because of the power outages last night, the cameras might've needed to be reset. He knows how much you hate fucking with them so he sent me out.”

Basically my own distaste for that chore got me caught. Wow. My fucking luck.

Trying to hide my own hurt, I ask, “Why did you rat me out?”

“It wasn't intentional.” He confesses. “I was fucking with the power and when the cameras came back on, The Devil immediately spotted you.” Omar sighs, “I can't save you.”

Instead of being understanding, I ask, “If you could, would you?” His eyes flicker and what I had been afraid of hit me like a ton of bricks. “I didn't think so...”

The only thing sadder than being completely alone in the world, is the moment you realize it.