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The rest of the evening went by in much the same way. A stolen touch here and whispered promise there. They were getting bolder, that was for sure. He felt his entire face light up the second she came into the room. It was getting harder and harder to feign indifference.
Parts of their bodies always found a reason to touch the other. Whether it was him leaning a little too close to Melody's back as he reached into the cabinet for nothing at all. Or how Melody sat on the edge of the couch armrest, positioning her legs atop his while she talked to Marisol.
The party was winding down. His parents had gone to bed, leaving them to clean up the kitchen.
"Let's go out!" Marisol declares, scrolling through her phone, showing Theo something she found on her social media. "The night is young. My friend Jacob is having a party, vamos?"
The last thing Nash wanted to do was go to some stupid kid’s party. His eyes drift over to Melody, who had gone quiet, a slow yawn gracing her sleepy face. She is leaning against the couch, her head laying lightly on his shoulder.
"Sorry girl, it's been a long ass day. I’m out." She pushes up off the couch, giving his leg a quick squeeze. "I'm going to go up and lay down, Mari; call me if you need me, okay? Bye Max, see you tomorrow?” She says as makes her way up the stairs.
Marisol’s eyes hit him expectantly. “Don’t look at me, Mari.” Graham puts his arms up in surrender. “I love you, and as fun as it sounds to be hanging out with a bunch of high school kids, I think I’ll pass.”
"Yeah, I'm with Graham on this one, sorry. " Max agrees.
"Y’all are lame-os. Fine, Theo are you in?" She asks, looking pointedly at Theo.
"You know I am, Marisol." He retorts, eyes darkening with an emotion he can't quite name, like a combination of anger and desire.
"Fine ya’ll old fuckers go to bed, but we will see ya’ll at the movies tomorrow, dont think I forgot Max."
"Alright, fine.” Max sighs in defeat. “Six-ish?" he asks Marisol as he makes his way out the front door Nash is holding open for him. He can’t wait to get Max out of his space. Just looking at his stupid face irritates him.
“You got it, Coach.” Marisol winks at him as she runs upstairs. “Give me a minute to get ready, Theo, then we can go.” She says as she bolts up the stairs.
Just as the door was about to swing shut, an arm comes up to stop it from closing completely.
Max was stalling.
“Graham?” Max asks, “Are you coming to the movie, too?” His eyes lock, a deep frown forming as he waits for an answer. He knows what Max wants him to say. He wants Graham to give him permission to take his Melody from him, but that just won't happen. He will not step aside just as he was getting his chance.
“Yeah, I’ll be there.” Arms crossed and posture rigid, Graham stands at the door's threshold, trying to create a physical barrier between Max and the house that holds the most precious thing he has ever held.
“Why?” Max asks suddenly, rushed, almost like an afterthought. Perhaps he hadn't meant to ask at all. However, now that it was out there, he takes in Graham's posture with a quizzical look on his face.
“Why what, Max?” He asks, being intentionally obtuse, trying to make him man up and ask him directly or back off. Max shakes his head, letting out a gruff sigh.
“Is this going to be a problem, Graham? Are we going to have a problem?”
Well, look who grew a pair.
He takes Max in, his body language suddenly mirroring his own. Head tipped up in an assertive pose. That is a good question, though. Was there going to be a problem? How far is he willing to take this? He wants Melody to himself, but he would never take away her choice. If Max is what she wants, then he won’t stop her.
However, that doesn’t mean that he is going to back off. Nope, backing down from a challenge was not in his repertoire. He will give her as many orgasms as it takes to keep her coming back to him, even if it is only in the cover of darkness and behind closed doors, at least for now.
He gives Max a cocky grin, one that he knows to be irritating to his opponents, one that screams ‘challenge accepted.’
“No, Max, it’s not going to be a problem. At least, not for me.” With that, he steps back to close the door, leaving a fuming Max alone on the porch steps.
Steam wafts out from under the bathroom door, her signature vanilla and coconut shampoo filling his room with her scent. As much as he would have enjoyed interrupting Melody’s shower, he knows Marisol is getting ready for the party in the next room. You can't fault him for the images his mind begins to conjure though. He is only human, and the object of his obsession is naked, mere feet from him, only a closed door holding him back. Testing the knob, he finds it unlocked. Groaning he can't seem to control his body's reactions, he is like a teenager again, all hormones and no restraint. Visualizing the glide of the soap on her skin and bubbles cascading down her body.
He locks his doors, having decided to take the edge off on his own. He is hoping to convince her to come to him tonight and doesn’t want to stab her with his erection the whole time. He is a gentleman, after all. Lying on his bed, replaying his last encounter with Melody, bringing up his earlier visual of her bent over while he pulls on her hair. What would she say if he yanked her hair back and licked the side of her neck as he fucked her from behind? Would she scream his name, or would it escape in a sweet whisper? He makes quick work of it, gripping his length firmly in his hand, working himself to completion. Well, shit, that was fast.
He was almost embarrassed. Almost. It was probably a good thing he and Melody were not having sex yet. Chances were high that he would just embarrass himself and explode the second his cock was fully sheathed in her. Cleaning up, he climbs back into bed, cell phone in hand, trying to figure out the best way to get her in his bed. He falls back on sending a quick bit of naked torso to Melody, considering she can’t seem to keep her eyes off him when he doesn't have a shirt on.
Nash: Join me?
The phone pings deep in Marisol's room. “Melllyyy Nasshhh sent you two messages. Who is Nashhhhh?" Marisol screeches as Melody throws open the shower door, the frame reverberating loudly as it hits the wall. He can already picture her jumping out of the shower, her long hair plastered to her back. The shower door slams shut behind her and the soft patter of her feet hitting the floor in rapid succession. Nash sighs loudly. I bet she looked glorious, tits and ass bouncing as she ran.
