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“What I said before still stands.”He adds. “You don't have to touch me until you're ready. I can do the touching for both of us, Melody. Let me." He scoops her hands up in his hands, dwarfing her tiny little fingers. "I want to try to make this work in any way you want it to."
She is closer now. The sunlight brings out the blonde in her auburn hair, making the freckles on her nose more pronounced. Her eyes are bright and clear, like if he looked hard enough, he could see straight into her soul.
"Ok.” She whispers, and his breath releases in a whoosh. He didn’t realize he had been holding it. “I can try.”
“But we do have a problem, " she says hesitantly, and his skin begins to crawl. "Your mom is playing matchmaker. Coach Max has been officially invited to the BBQ."
"Max?" Nash repeats, his gaze pulling away from hers, searching for the man in question.
"No way.” He stops. He has to think. Why Coach Max? “You're not interested in him, are you, Melly?" He looks down at her, hating the way he sounded so pitiful, but she can't possibly be interested in him. Max wasn’t the one that had his tongue in her pussy just last night. God, he can't NOT think about touching her again and the thought of Max's hands on her. Well, things were not going to end well for Maxy boy.
"No, I'm not, but" She starts, her voice placating. "I can't just ignore him, Nash. Your mom invited him and we can't uninvite him." She sighs heavily. "I'll see it through. It's not like Jen won't be there to keep you company." She stumbles over the name. Huffing out her annoyance. She wears jealousy well. It lights up her face with passion, her cheeks pink and mouth pulled together in a pout.
He fought the urge to grab her chin and kiss that pout right off her face. That would definitely freak her out. He just got her to accept him on a trial basis. He can’t afford to go fuck it up right now. And, so what if she has to talk to Max or any other guy his mom brings by? He is the one that will be putting his hands on that glorious ass of hers, not them.
He gives her a smirk, leaning back against the bleachers so his face is closer to her body.
"So, does this mean I will be your dirty little secret, Melody?" He inches closer, caressing her leg with the back of his hand. "Would you like that?"
Her wide eyes meet his, a desperate look on her face as she bites her bottom lip.
Her wide eyes meet his, panic warring with desire as he holds her attention. She squirms under his gaze.
"Okay, we can start there, " he declares. "But if Maxy Boy puts his hands on you, I won't be responsible for my actions. No one touches your skin but me.” His eyes darken dangerously.
A few catcalls and whistles rent the air as his afternoon group rolls in for their session, breaking up the tension they had built up.
"Coach Graham, is that your girlfriend?" The bravest of the bunch speaks up with a teasing lilt to his voice as he eyes them, sitting closely on the bleachers.
"Maybe." He answers, looking at Melody, trying to read her reaction. She doesn't deny it, smiling happily at the kids before her.
“Who do we have here, Coach Graham?” Melody asks, her voice husky as she gives her head a quick shake as if trying to physically remove dirty thoughts from her head. He liked that. Knowing the different tones of her voice and what that tone indicates, not to mention how his name smoothly rolls off her tongue.
“This is my afternoon squad. Ready to be tortured?”
"Wait! Does anyone want a sandwich? We have a few extras.” She eyes me slyly, knowing that we are giving away Max's portion of the meal. We were in this together and that made all the difference in the world.
He could wait for her. He had already waited six years. What's a few more? At least this time he could do a little more than just watch her from the corner of the room.
Melody gets up to leave, taking all the trash from their lunch and dumping it into a nearby can.
"So, I'll see you later?” Nash calls out.
"I'll be at the barbeque." She responds noncommittally, sauntering off, hips swaying softly. His eyes glued to her ass.
"Are you sleeping over?" Eyes hooded with desire, he asks, full of hope.
"Maybe." She looks back at him over her shoulder, a sultry sparkle in her.
She would definitely be sleeping over.
Chapter Eight
Melody
After spending most of the day with Marisol as she tried on outfit after outfit for her graduation celebration, Melody was more than ready to leave. She was tired as fuck, cranky, and needed a brownie. It was no secret that she hated shopping. She only indulged Marisol because she was her favorite person.Everyone else was out of luck.
Melody could easily be happy wearing the same three jersey knit dresses and sweatpants daily for the rest of her life. She had no idea how Marisol had the energy to shop around all day. And after all the torture she put her through, Marisol announces in a flurry of hand gestures and movement that could make a gymnast dizzy, that she would just wear her bathing suit the entire time.
