My Melody By T.J. West
Cover Art: Cover to Cover Designs
Photo Credit: Kruse Images and Photography: Models and Boudoir
Cover Model: Craig Gierish
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People think I'm a ladies man. On the outside I look like your typical stud who is only out for sex, but there is more to me than just my rocker persona. Don't get me wrong, I love to entertain the ladies with a grin to melt their panties, a body made for sin and fingers that can play a woman's body like they play my bass guitar, but there's more to me than what meets the eye. I come from a good, tight knit family who instilled in me to always go after what I wanted....
And I wanted her...
I had a heart full of love to give to one woman, there was just one problem, finding the woman who wanted it...
Until her...she was older, wiser, showed me things I had no clue about. Our relationship was supposed to be fun, until she took it one step too far and I realized I was way in over my head.
I wanted more....
"Sweetness." His voice melts my insides. It immediately makes me wet. We left each other on such bad terms the other day, I want to forget it ever happened, but I am a stubborn person. I hold on to grudges, which is so not cool. I can feel him right behind me. His breath lands on the back of my neck, giving me goosebumps.
I slowly turn around and lean against the jukebox. We are almost nose to nose, lips to lips, he is so close to me. He makes it hard to turn away. "I didn't come here to see you,” my voice cracks. My nerves are getting to me. I need to get back in control. I clear my throat. “June invited me for lunch." His eyes make their way down to my cleavage. I see his lips twitch. He’s trying hard not to smile and be his cocky, gorgeous self. I enjoy his cocky attitude, immensely. Some women might be offended by it, but for some reason it turns me on.
His eyes go back up to mine. "Okay...cool, I guess,” he shrugs.
I know he wants me to say I was there to see him. He seems slightly disappointed. I guess it means he doesn’t let things bother him for very long; he lets go of any anger pretty fast. Unlike me. "I...uh...see ya." I try to move past him, but he keeps me caged up against the jukebox by placing his hands on either side of me. Now we are super close.
"Babe, come on,” he quietly argues.
I can’t control what comes out of my mouth next. He is so hard to turn away. "What's your address? I'll come by later.” His eyes light up, then bites that bottom lip of his. Wetness between my legs. “But not to talk. To play,” I remind him.
"Won't be home till late. We have some publicity shit happening."
"Works for me. Just text me when you get home." Just when I think he’s going to allow me out of his cage, and the second I blink, he dives his tongue inside my mouth. He forces mine to work with his. It’s hot, slow and so very sensual, I can’t help but whimper. I so desperately want to wrap my arms around him, but I keep them to myself - since that’s the only thing I have control over; they stay planted up against the jukebox. He doesn’t touch me either, which turns me on even more so. His hands stay beside me as we continue to kiss. My nipples harden. They’re pressed up against his rock hard chest. I want to strip us both free and be naked with him, but I forget we are in a public room. Without warning, he rapidly unlocks our lips and steps away.
He swipes the edge of his lips with his thumb. "Something to tie me over,” he proudly mentions. So smug. So cocky, so…so insanely hot.
I watch him walk away. He knows I am looking at his tight ass because he grabs it, then squeezes the nice hump. He turns his head and winks at me before he exits the door. I laugh. He is totally crazy and hilarious, I seriously have it so bad for him.
I'm a stay at home Mom of two teenagers. I became a self published author in 2014 after being inspired by many self indie authors. I have enjoyed writing for a long time, but never thought my imagination would carry me to this point in my life. After many years of losing my passion, and from enjoying raising my children I am finally at a place where I can reach for my dreams. Whether I become a best seller or not, I am loving the journey I am on and will continue to write as long as my readers are willing to read my stories.
Other interests: Watching many many TV shows (yes I am addicted), movies, hiking, going to the beach, spending time with the family, road trips, cocktail nights with friends and being interactive with my fans, friends and family on Facebook.