Melody’s POV

“So what is a pretty woman like you drinking all by yourself in a hotel bar?”

I slowly opened and closed my mouth like a fish out of water as I looked back at Brain, shaking my head. All I could picture was David’s face and I suddenly felt extremely guilty. What was I doing here sitting with a gorgeous stranger? I had a fiancé and I—No… no I didn’t. I didn’t have anyone anymore. My breath hitched in my throat and I felt like I was going to be sick.

In that instant, every emotion I’d been trying to suppress came bubbling to the surface. I felt like I couldn’t breath as I dropped my face into my hands, chocking back the tears. I still couldn’t believe how David could throw a six-year relationship away so easily! Hell, we were supposed to get married in three months. How could he do this to me? To us?

I felt the leather bench sagged with added weight as an arm wrap around my shoulder in a comforting manner. “Look… I didn’t mean to—I’m sorry for whatever I said,” Brian stammered, sounding a little bit uncomfortable. It was almost like he wasn’t sure how to respond to a crying woman. “I certainly didn’t mean to upset you…”

I sniffed and reached for my purse, hopping that I still had that travel pack of tissues hiding in there. “It’s not you…” I sighed, whipping my eyes. “It’s just… It’s just been a really long day.”

“Do you want to talk about it? I’ve been told I’m a good listener,” he replied. I could feel those dark eyes watching me but I didn’t look up. I was too embarrassed from breaking down in front of a complete stranger. “Plus it might make you feel better.”

I shook my head and looked around the bar. “No… not really. It’s just…” and as if on cue, a man across the bar got down on one knee and pulled a box out of his pocket. Just witnessing a proposal made the tears start flowing again and I wanted to scream at her not to accept, that the guy would just break her heart in the end too. God, if I could go back six months ago and save this heart ache I would do it in a heartbeat! How could I ever think that I could end up happy? It just wasn’t in the cards for me.

Still, I didn’t know it was possible to go from loving someone to hating them so quickly. It was like just thinking about him made my heart throb painfully and my blood boil at the same time. That bastard broke me and I never wanted to see his face again, especially since he did it via text. David was a coward for not facing me head on. Ugh… I just wished I could wake up from this nightmare!

As the tears fell, I felt Brian’s hand running softly up and down my back in a comforting manner. Why was this stranger seemingly perfect right now? It was like he knew exactly what I needed to feel better. Maybe he was right; maybe talking would make me feel better.

“Don’t you have someplace else to be?” I asked, wiping away the flowing teas as his eyes met mine showing their genuine interest.

Brian shrugged and looked back toward the back room as someone scream an obscenity. “Nah, my friends are drunk of their asses after the show. So why don’t you tell me about it, beautiful?”

I looked up at Brian and opened and closed my mouth a few times. Why would any man in their right mind want to sit and listen to a woman’s problems? I guess I should take what I could get. “Come on, I promise it can be any worse than some of the stories I’ve heard from my friends. Is it a guy? Something I could help with perhaps?”

I looked up at him shaking my head as the tears started to flow faster and faster. No, he couldn’t help me with this, not unless he could talk David out of his stupid decision. What was I going to do? We had our whole wedding planned and now I had nothing… I was alone. I was broken goods that no one would want. I quickly burred my face in his shoulder to shield myself and Brian held me close, gently rubbing my back.

“Shh… it’s all right,” he cooed in my ear, gently rocking me back and forth. Why was Brian being so wonderful to me right now? I wasn’t sure, and maybe it was the large quantity of alcohol I had consumed, but I felt like I could trust him.

“Its just—” I started, taking in a shaky breath. “It just tonight was supposed to a celebration. I won a huge case today for my firm and it was my anniversary,” I sniffed, whipping my nose with the tissue. “But-but my fiancé—well, ex-fiancé now…” I took a deep breath, trying to collect myself. “Didn’t show up and broke up with me via text! Can you freaking believe that asshole?! After six years?!” I hissed angrily. I quickly sat up and looked at Brian, anger taking over my sadness.

“Who breaks up with their fiancé that way? What is he twelve?” I cried, shaking my head in disbelief as another tear rolled down my cheek. To say I was hurt was an understatement.

I let out a ragged breath and ran my hands over my face. “I’d say he’s a complete idiot for dumping you, no matter how he did it,” Brian scoffed, taking a sip of his drink. I couldn’t stop myself from looking over the tattoos that adorn his hands and arms. It was a beautiful work of art. “You seem like the perfect woman… brains, looks, and good taste in liquor,” He teased, reaching out to wipe a stray tear from my face.

I blushed at his words and looked down at my lap, only to realize how close we were actually sitting. His thigh was pressed against mine as we sat side-by-side in the little corner booth. We were so close that my skirt was ridding a little higher than usual, exposing more skin. But I didn’t care. I liked the feeling of strong muscular frame touching me, gently rubbing against my stocking-covered leg. Not to mention that Brian was drop dead gorgeous with is dark eyes, dark hair, high cheekbones, and sensuous lips. I wondered what they tasted like…

“You’re blushing, Melody,” Brian’s voice purred in my ear, leaning over and gently caressing my cheek with a calloused finger and pushing a lock of blonde hair behind my ear. It was only then that I realized I was staring directly at his lip and I instinctively licked my own. “Damn a little rose color on your cheeks makes you even more beautiful. Is it from the alcohol or… something else?”

I bit my lip as I slowly looked up to meet those smoldering eyes, the liquor making me brave. “Maybe a little of both…”

Suddenly I felt Brian reach out and gently pull my chin forward, his lips brushing mine. His lips gently moved against mine with a restrained longing and I couldn’t help but kiss him back. I could taste the whiskey on his lips as he tongue traced over my bottom lip, begging for entrance. I gasped and allowed him in, my body swirling with emotions and not one of them having to do with David.

Brian’s tongue was demanding as it moved into my mouth and I responded like a ravenous animal, devouring and encouraging him to give me more as my primal urges took over. Oh, he tasted as good as he smelled and I didn’t ever want this amazing feeling to end.

I moaned against Brian’s lip as one of his hands moved to pull me closer. We were locked in each other arms and by the time we broke apart, I was practically sitting on his lap.

“I have an idea—” Brian started but I had my own plan. The man was like a drug and I needed more, hell right now I was craving him.

I quickly scooted out of the bar and took his hand, pulling him with me. Brian let out a light laugh before telling me wait. He quickly leaned back in the booth and grabbed the bottle of scotch off the table.

“Never leave the Laphroaig,” he said and I couldn’t help but throw my head back with a laugh.

The next thing I knew we were back in each other arms before the door to Brian’s room closed. Brian’s lips were slowly moving against my neck as we made our way through his room, making me feel like I had taken some kind of intense drug. Only with this drug, each kiss on my flesh felt like a little explosion of ecstasy. I couldn’t help but let out a small moan and cling to him.

“God you’re beautiful,” Brian hummed against my skin, his hands moving lower and lower down my back. He carefully set the bottle of scotch down as we passed a table, only for his hands to cup my ass. God, I was so turned on right now it wasn’t even funny. Brian must have had some kind of magical touch, or maybe it was the alcohol. Either way, I couldn’t get enough of him.

“You’re one to talk,” I practically moaned. “You as handsome as a rock star or something…”

Brian chuckled against my neck, the sensation making a moan escape my lips. “Babe you have no idea.” His hands were suddenly on my ass, squeezing my tight flesh as he pulled me further into him. I bit my lip, his intoxicating smell filling my nostrils and making me weak in the knees.

I slid my hands into the back of his hair, my fingers wrapping around the strands, pulling him closer to me. I just couldn’t get enough of him and apparently either could he because I felt him lift me up into the air. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried through the dimly lit room before setting me down on the bed.

My body was on fires as his lips moved back to my neck, while his other hand worked up my exposed thigh. Soon he was pulling up my black lace dress to reveal the matching black lace garters I had put on. I had decided to wear them without panties to spice things up for David… but I guess he would never see them now. At least Brian could enjoy them.

“Ah garters and stockings,” Brian practically moaned after pulling my dress up over my head. “One of my favorite things on a woman…” his calloused fingers gently grazed over the lace of the garter belt and sheer stockings, sliding briefly between my legs to caress the soft skin.

My breath caught in my throat as his hand began to rub my inner thigh, slowly moving closer and closer to my core. Oh, god I felt like I was going to explode already. When his fingers brush my entrance, I dug my nails into the back of his neck, aching for his touch.

“Mmm… Brian…” I whimpered as he teased me with his fingers. I closed my eyes and spread my legs wider as his skilled fingers moved inside me, creating that familiar pressure inside that needed to be released. The man had the most magical fingers I had ever experience but just when I was about reach my peak he pulled away with a small smirk on his face.

“Not yet, beautiful…” He purred, moving away. In one swift motion, Brian pulled his shirt off and let it fall to the floor. I couldn’t help but admire the full extent of the artwork his arms and chest. It was simply stunning and I wanted nothing more than to run my fingers over it, tracing each little detail. Tattoos always turned me on but I had never been with a man with them before.

Brian’s hands moved to my bra, gently tugging it down and exposing my breasts. I let out a light moan as he slid down the bed again, kissing my neck and shoulders, working his way to the soft mounds of my breast. It was agony as he moved slowly across my body when the one thing I wanted was to feel his lips on that oh-so sensitive skin.

I gasped when he finally pulled one of my nipples into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue in the most tantalizing way possible. Brian was gentle at first and then sucked progressively harder, the wave of arousal coursing through both of us. It wasn’t long before we were both moaning and his strained erection was rubbing against my core.

“Please stop teasing me,” I begged between kisses as our body’s hungrily pressed to one another in all of our naked glory. I wasn’t sure when we both lost both of our clothes, but I was thankful for it. “I need you…”

“Do you want it now?” he asked, teasing my entrance.

I moaned and clawed at his bare chest. Brian’s tattoo’s boldly stared back at me and I couldn’t help but think about how hot this guy was. Then without warning, he buried his length inside of me.

“Oh, god! I cried, clutching his arms for support. My back arched into his thrust before he started moving. He slowly got faster and faster until his balls were spanking my ass. I couldn’t help but let out a scream of pure pleasure with each deep penetration. No one had ever made me feel this good or this alive before. Honestly something this good should be illegal!

I looked up to see Brian going out of his mind. “So… fucking… tight… so good,” he rasped. Suddenly his lips moved down to capture mine as I dug my nails into his flesh. Oh, he was going to carry me over the edge so easily.

“Faster, Brian,” I panted, craving my release that was only seconds away. He obeyed my command and each thrust brought on a new wave of pleasure. “Oh, I’m so close,” I cried before the most violent orgasm of my life ripped through my body. Brian buried his head in my shoulder, his sounds muffled against my body as he spent himself inside of me.

After a long moment, Brian pulled away and rolled onto his back. He gently reached over and pulled my back into him, his warmth a welcome comfort. My eyes suddenly felt heavy as I cuddled closer, drifting off into a deep sleep.

It was a long while later that I felt the bed move next to me and I was cover up with a sheet. A snuggled in closer, robbing closer to the warmth as the weight of Brian’s arm fell gently over my back, our legs intertwining. It was honestly the happiest I’d feel in weeks and I couldn’t help but smile to myself at the thought. Maybe David leaving wasn’t the worst thing… maybe it was just the start of a new chapter.

Notes

So here is chapter two with a little bit of smut for you readers! Too soon? :p Let me know what you think!

Will Melody find out that he is the infamous Synyster Gates or will he vanish into the night?