Page 38 of The Spare

The alarm went off right before Mel and I got our happy ending.

Fuck, that's going to piss me off for the rest of the day.

It takes a second, but eventually my pounding heart goes back to normal. I jerked off for two hours after I got home from dancing last night, suffering as my body was fucking unwilling to let me loose of the absolute manic desire it's trapped me in, and it still didn't help. I went to bed in pain. I don't care what anyone says, it's not normal for a man to go this long without sex.

I actually think my brain is fucked up now.

It was all too much: the excitement of the money, the club, dancing with Melody the way we were, the man trying to kiss her, and then me losing my temper in front of her like I did.

And all I wanted to do was fuck her after she pressed her lips to my jaw, ran her fingers through my hair, and looked at me with so much understanding and…

Love.

She loves me. I wonder if she knows.

Sighing heavily, I sit back up, swinging my legs over the side of my platform bed and snatch my cell off the nightstand, shutting off the alarm and making sure the snooze isn't activated. I hit the button to activate the electric curtains; however, it's still dark out.

Naked, I cup my swollen cock in my hand, ignore the unmade bed, and pad straight to the bathroom where I relieve myself.

I clench my jaw at the ache in my groin as my cock simply refuses to go down. Needing to put my mind elsewhere, I turn to the monitor in the bathroom, turning it on and grab up my toothbrush as the screen flickers to life, showing me Melody's dorm room.

She's bundled up in bed. The swell of her hip makes my cock twitch, but I continue brushing my teeth, ignoring it.

I've learned a lot about control in the last few years, much to my brother Hendrix's happiness. What's his happiness, however, is soon to be Melody's detriment, because I'm going to patiently dismantle her sanity night after night when I finally am able to crawl between her legs.

My body hardens at the thought as desire races through my veins so razor sharp it's a wonder I'm not physically bleeding out my fucking lust all over the floor. I make a rough sound in my throat, trying toget a grip over myself, because once I fall down that rabbit hole, I'mfucked.No good for the rest of the day.

Ask me how I know.

Just imaginingthe heaven that's her pussy sends me spiraling, and once I'm there, I won't be leaving for a while.

I mentally plan to let all my clients know I'm soon to be taking two weeks off. I need to let Lucien know as well before Melody and I wake up with a mafia hit man breaking in on our honeymoon time.

I spit and rinse my mouth, swishing mouthwash and narrowing my eyes at the screen, debating swallowing it in an attempt to get rid of my erection.

Why isn't she up yet? She's on the track at five-thirty every morning to get in a run before her classes start. Right now sheshouldbe getting in the shower. Where I can't see her.

I've never seen her naked. She undresses and dresses mostly in the dorm bathroom out of sight of her roommate, which means out of sight of me. I spit again and tell my bathroom system to call her, pulling out my shaving kit while the ringing fills the space.

Her cell lights up on the nightstand, letting me know it's close by.

Getting the materials laid out, I turn on the black tap and wet my fingers to lather my face with shaving gel and snag up my razor. After the third ring she stirs under the covers, flinging her arm out from under the blanket where she settles back to being still.

My eyes narrow as I get sent to voicemail, and I hang up and call her again. She ignored my call the night before, and I let it slide, considering.

But I won't tolerate being ignored twice in a row. And why the fuck doesn't she have a special ringtone for me, like I have for her? She should automatically know it's me by the tone. My face twitches indispleasure as the phone rings and rings. When I go to voicemail again, I call one more time before I'll contact Stephen to wake her up for me.

The razor strokes along my skin. I can't do a beard like my brother and father. I need my face as neat and orderly as my home. My eyes slide to the monitor, and I chuckle seeing her roommate throw a pillow across the small space to hit her in the head. Melody slaps the nightstand a few times before snagging up her phone and dragging it under the covers.

"Hello," she answers sounding groggy.

I frown.

"Happy Birthday, Mel." I say, rinsing the razor under the warm water I bring it back to my neck and tilt my head at an angle.

I hear her yawn so hard her jaw cracks. "Thank you," she says breathlessly before going quiet.

I give her a second, watching the razor slice through the white gel. For a second, there's nothing but the razor across the roughness of the hairs on my jaw, and the sound of a soft snore coming through the speaker."Melody, wake up,"I say sharply.