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  “Okay, the family will be up and at ’em soon. You get to decide, ditch out the back door or face the fam. If you leave, no one will know you were here.” He flashed me his beautiful smile. “I’ll deny everything if they ask. If you stay … well, confession will be inevitable ’cause Reyna and Sinclair will pry. There’ll be a big breakfast for the people who stayed over last night … it’s a thing, and everyone will know.”

  Was I ready for that? Was I prepared to own what Sage and I were exploring? I knew what I wanted. I wanted to stay and chill with Reyna. I so needed her wise advice. I also wanted to do this with Sage in the open with the blessing of his family. What I wasn’t sure of and didn’t know was what he wanted. This was a moment of truth for us, and it was nerve-wracking. I’d been so brave with him; however, this was going to define us. Was I a one-night thing, a mistake, or something more? I looked at him, hoping to convey my worry.

  “What do you want?” I hated that I almost whispered it.

  He laughed. “Hell, let’s bust this open. I want to see the look on Sinclair’s face.” He kissed me and seemed to be glowing with pride.

  “Are you sure?” I couldn’t contain my excitement.

  “I’m not sure of anything; however, I know that last night was amazing, you’re fucking insane amazing, and I don’t want this to end, beyond that … I’m too much of a mess to know.” His hand caressed my arm, and I could tell that was as deep as Sage would allow himself to go emotionally.

  “Works for me.” I lightened the mood, “Let’s get dressed and come out of the closet,” I said flying the sheet off of my naked body and easing myself off of his wilted cock. “Or your bedroom, I guess as the case may be.”

  “I dare you to go down there naked,” he teased.

  “I dare you.” I put my hands on my hips and playfully pouted.

  “You’re gorgeous; wish I had the time for you again,” he said, mostly to himself.

  “I’m glad you don’t. I can’t take any more of your manhood this morning.” I leaned down and kissed him. “Where’s the shower?”

  “Second door on the left; I’ll join you in a minute.” I wasn’t surprised to hear that, only started quaking at the thought of showering with him. He ignited such intense feelings in me.

  The hot shower felt good on my sensitive skin. Sage had my stomach in knots, and the water helped me calm down and focus. The sweet-smelling lavender soap was also soothing. By the time Sage walked into the shower I was me again. His tender hands took the soap, and I thought for a moment he was stealing it.

  “Hey!” I balked as I attempted to grab the soap back.

  “Let me help you,” he whispered hotly in my ear.

  “Remember, no more sex. I’m completely spent, bottomed out, broke.” I made a funny face and teased.

  He lathered up the soap until he had frothy white hands. He then set the soap aside and smoothed his fingers over my breasts playing with the nipples and sending bolts of electricity through my body again. He moved his hand down my stomach and to the hair above my pussy, lathering rich suds as his fingers dipped further.

  I grabbed his arm. “No more, please,” I begged.

  “Just a little more,” he insisted as his finger dove inside of me.

  I could feel his cock hard on my back as he used the cascading water to lubricate his motions up and down. He could’ve easily bent me over and stuck his cock right up inside of me; I was so wet for him. As much as I felt an insatiable desire, I also needed a break. All the thoughts and feelings bouncing around my mind and body were causing everything to feel scrambled and mixed up. I needed a little space from the intensity that Sage brought to the table. I kissed his arm.

  “Babe,” I entreated him, “we have to be at breakfast soon, and I play a bar mitzvah this afternoon. I can’t take any more right now. I promise we can do this all again really soon.” I angled my face up to him and offered a big cheesy grin. “You can’t have me anymore today. No more Melody for you.”

  He kissed my neck, turned me, then turned me around to kiss me fully, sliding his hands over my back as he washed my backside.

  “All right,” he pouted. I felt his cock press against my belly. “I just can’t get enough.”

  “When I’m with you, baby, I go out of my head,” I sang Depeche Mode as I took the soap and lathered it in my hands. “I just can’t get enough; I just can’t get enough.” I stroked his cock up and down vigorously while my other hand played with his balls. “All the things you do to me and everything you said.” I stroked him harder and faster.

  “Ah, Melody,” he groaned and hissed.

  “I just can’t get enough. I just can’t get enough.” I pumped him vigorously feeling his whole body become rigid and tense.

  I knew he was close to orgasm; it was a quick handjob and probably not what he was expecting nor wanting, but it did the trick. I pumped as hard as I could then leaned in and kissed his mouth feeling his hot tongue on mine. I continued to pump until his breath shortened.

  “Aiyyeee,” he screamed out as he came in my hand, in quick hard thrusts. “What are you doing to me?” he asked slithering down from his orgasm. He didn’t have much cum left, but actually, I was surprised he had any at all; he was able to reload really quickly after having quite a vigorous session just before we hit the shower.

  I slapped his ass. “Trying to keep you away from me so I’m not a blathering mess at breakfast, lover boy.” I bit his lip.

  “You’ll never get away from me,” he growled as he dove down and nibbled my nipple.

  “Let’s get dressed now,” I said, pulling his head from me. “Or we’ll never leave this room.”

  “Fine.” His face fell some as we let the water wash the lather and lovemaking off of our bodies.

  We dried off and prepared to face the family. I put my dress from the party back on since it was the only one I had with me. I was scheduled to play a bar mitzvah later that afternoon. The dress was tasteful and only slightly seductive. The Bar mitzvah family wanted a cool rock chick, otherwise, they would never have hired someone with purple hair. I was pretty confident I looked fun and sexy. Sage wore a T-shirt and jeans; somehow he made that simple look smokin’ hot.

  We walked downstairs together, and Sinclair’s face fell to the floor. Reyna’s knowing smirk told me she saw this coming and the rest of the people had no clue that we’d dropped a bomb on breakfast. Charlynn wasn’t there, so I’d have to wait to shock her with the news later.

  “What’s for breakfast, bro?” Sage asked in his usual casual tone.

  “Apparently frank and beans.” Sinclair’s ill attempt at a dirty joke landed flat on the table, with only a few guests understanding his meaning.

  “Ah, that was for dinner …” Sage interrupted.

  “And a midnight snack …” I added giving a flirtatious wink.

  Reyna just burst out laughing. Sinclair didn’t think it was as funny.

  Chapter 5

  Sage

  I wished I could have bottled the look on Sinclair’s face; it was priceless.

  I don’t think any of the other guests in attendance knew what was happening with the frank and beans comment. From the looks on their faces, it must have passed off as a strange inside joke between brothers.

  Melody and I sat down and helped ourselves to a lovely buffet and light conversation with the people around us until she realized it was time to go to her gig. “Thanks, everyone, for a wonderful time,” she said as she got her guitar, put on her jacket, and snuck in a wink for me. “I’ll see you in a couple of days.” And with that, she waltzed out the door to a tinkling of “goodbyes and good lucks.”

  Immediately my heart sunk into my toes. I absolutely did not want her leaving brunch for a bar mitzvah and yet, I watched her go. I felt the loss of her the minute she was gone.

  Sinclair scrutinized the look on my face, and Reyna was consoling.

  “I’m so excited for you and Melody,” Reyna pulled me aside to say. I hope that you two a
re happy.” I could tell she was being genuine if not a little cautious. Melody was one of her best friends after all.

  “She’s an incredible person,” I gushed, hoping she’d see the earnest sentiment in my eyes. I wasn’t ready for a conversation this deep, but I had to throw Reyna off my back. I didn’t need a sister-in-law hovering over me.

  “She is.” Her eyes were warm but cautioning. “I know you’ll take good care of her heart.” She patted me on the back and ran to answer Sinclair Jr.’s distress call.

  Sinclair Sr, my brother, was a different story. He pulled me into his office in a stern and accusatory manner.

  “May I have a word with you for a moment?” he said, shutting the door.

  “I think you will have a word with me whether I want one or not,” I quipped sarcastically. He was pulling the big brother routine on me, and I wasn’t really up for it.

  “So,” he started. “I see you got into Melody’s pants last night.”

  I hated it when he got this way. “She got into mine too,” I defended.

  “She’s like family,” his lecture commenced.

  “You don’t think I know that?”

  “You better be serious about this. I’m not talking marriage, but don’t dick her around. She’s going to be here for the holidays; she’s one of Reyna’s best friends, and she’s Ariana’s godmother. So now that you’ve planted your cock, I’m going to ask you to be mature and responsible with her. I know that might be a stretch for you.”

  I couldn’t take any more. He was really starting to piss me off. “Sinclair, we’re grownups. We can handle this. We both know what we’re getting into here. You don’t need to big brother me.”

  “I want your word that I’m not going to have to mop her up after you’re done with her. I’m not going to have Reyna’s best friend too sad to come on holidays and birthdays because of you. All I’m asking is that you take it easy with her. Understood?” He sounded so much like our father it was making me crazy.

  “Yes, ‘Dad.’ I understand.”

  He didn’t like my teenage antics, but since he was treating me like a teenager, even though I was a twenty-nine-year-old adult, I was going to act like one.

  “Fine, the next thing we have to discuss is Mom and Dad are coming in for Christmas. They can only be here for the day, but they insist Shelton be here. I guess they have a cruise to the Bahamas planned for the day after Christmas, and they don’t have time to see us each individually. They’ve chosen this house as the meeting point. It’s the biggest, and it has their grandchildren in it. At the moment, it’s the only house with grandchildren, but if you and Melody aren’t careful ...”

  He was being such a dick.

  I glared at Sinclair. “I heard you,” I huffed. “So, what are we going to do? Shelton will ruin Christmas. I’m not a wuss who’s afraid of my parents. I don’t mind telling them this isn’t happening.”

  “I’ve certainly never been considered a wuss before, and so if you’ll let me finish what I was saying, maybe you’ll understand. Mom says Shelton is doing well and is being respectful. We can handle him for one day. I’ve invited him because he’s family, even though I detest the man, but my hatred doesn’t run as deep as yours, that’s why I’m giving you the heads up. Remember, Shelton represented the man who sexually harassed my wife. However, since he lost, Reyna doesn’t have any hard feelings. I don’t think she’s ready to give him a bear hug, but she doesn’t hate him. So we are all good on our end. I just worry about you.” He was blathering on like an idiot.

  I loved Sinclair and usually, we were such “bros.” We always had so much fun together, except for times when things got real. Like when my asshole brother who has hurt every one of us has to come to Christmas or he’s cautioning me about fucking a girl who happens to be close with the family.

  “I probably can’t handle Shelton for even one day. I don’t want him here. Just tell Mom and Dad I put my foot down. They can visit us in the morning and then go to his house for dinner. We’ll do the Santa thing and then they can go and see Shelton. Families do this kinda shit all the time.” I glared at him, unwilling to budge on the issue.

  “To be honest, I already made that suggestion to her, and her response to me was, ‘We only see each other once a year.’ We don’t have to be one big happy family, but we should make an effort to get along with our brother. He is her son after all.” Sinclair was trying to tug my heartstrings, but I couldn’t be easily swayed.

  “I’m sure Charles Manson had a mother too. I bet she expected him to come for Christmas,” I snapped.

  “She said if we don’t start bridging our problems with each other, she’s going to reclaim our houses. Her exact words were, ‘You’re still under my roof and my rules.’ Now, Reyna and I can buy a house easily, in fact, we’ve been considering it. I’m not too sure you want to lose your house or your trust fund. You’d have to get a real job, little brother, and fast. I’m willing to bet you’d be happier to spend the day with Shelton than get a real job.”

  “The band is a real job,” I protested.

  “Does it pay enough to keep up the mortgage on a loft and a multi-million dollar home? I’m guessing your monthly payments would be equal to the entire amount you’ve been paid as a member of the Grind Revolution since it started. Shall I call them now and tell them you’ve put your foot down?”

  He was mocking me, but he had a valid point. The band hadn’t made the kind of money we were hoping for yet.

  “No, I don’t really want to derail my career by trying to find a job. Why is Mom doing this to us?” I started to whine.

  “To her, the family is stronger than anything. Mom and Dad are happy to fund us as long as we get along. She doesn’t want to see her family torn apart.”

  “That’s funny coming from a woman who only sees her kids once a year and acts like an animatronic Barbie doll on speed most of the time.” I didn’t really need to see her more, she had a lot of personality … too much, and Dad had next to none; they deserved each other.

  “Really, it’s for the best, don’t you think?” On that point, my brother and I absolutely agreed.

  “Fine,” I sighed. “It’s only one day. I don’t see the problem with hanging out with him, but if he turns into a creepy asshole like he usually does, I’m shutting down emotionally and going to my happy place, which will either be for a toke on some weed or bonk with the new gal pal.” I winked at Sinclair, hoping to incite him to riot … or just yank his chain, he hated that.

  “You don’t have to worry. I’m forcing him to eat the fruitcake Mrs. Fletcher always sends; he’ll probably choke on it.” He laughed. We were finally having fun again. “And, we’re going over the top with kids’ stuff. We hired a real Santa and bought Arianna a drum set. It should be an absolute nightmare. We’re serving dinner at four. The whole horrible thing should be over by eight, plenty of time to bonk your girlfriend/potential wife.” He flashed me an evil smile.

  “Just make sure there’s plenty of eggnog and Irish coffee at breakfast and the house is stocked with enough alcohol to give us liquid strength enough to brave this thing. Maybe we can get him plastered and he’ll be a fun guy for once. However, if he doesn’t end up being any fun, I’m gonna have a sit down with Mom and Dad. I don’t care if it’s Christmas; they should know who their son really is. In the end, this might all work out in our favor.”

  Sinclair finally smiled. “I think it’s a perfect plan.”

  I never thought about how much all of this must have weighed on him. He was the one who was a father to two young children; he had a successful career in movies, and he was married to an equally successful screenwriter. He had a lot at stake here. I just had my guitar and a girl I was infatuated with. He was definitely living a grown-up life, and it showed in the small lines that crawled across his face. He was still dashing and handsome but looking older.

  “Thanks for dealing with all of this; I’m sure it isn’t fun.” I smiled back, offering a truce between us.


  “The last thing,” he said quietly.

  “Oh my God, what?” I rolled my eyes.

  “Can you help us decorate the house? You know the high-end fancy stuff Mom likes. Reyna can’t stand spending money, and I don’t have the time.” Now he was cowering a little, he knew how much I hated decorating.

  “The house looks fine. You just had a Christmas party for God’s sake, how much Christmas shit does Mom need?”

  “Well, the front just has lights. We’ll need a light-up manger scene or something flashy that moves and the foyer just has a tree. We’ll probably need a train set and those automated carolers. I don’t know, just copy whatever is in the display case of Bergdorf Goodman. You can Google it. It’s not for us, Reyna hates to spend money, it’s for mom, she loves a good ol’ pretentious Christmas.” He shrugged his shoulders in apology.

  “I’ll get this place looking great. Just leave me a credit card and a web address for a place where you want me to buy all the fancy shit you need.” I clapped him on the shoulder.

  “You’re the best. Okay, get out of here, I have to work. A producer never rests … I have some films to watch and associate producers to hound,” he said as he shuttled me out of his office.

  “Cool, I’ll see you later.” I didn’t have to be asked twice, I was happy to get out of there.

  I hated the intense talks with my brother. Since our parents were gone much of our lives he was sort of the one who raised me. He was only thirty-four. I was five years younger, and for whatever reason, that made him old enough to parent me on occasion, that and I was the neglected baby of the family.

  On my way back home to my loft downtown, I wanted more than ever to just order pizza, veg out in front of Netflix, and wait for Melody to finish her bar mitzvah so I could have sex with her again. And … I really needed a nap. When I got home, I texted her. I figured her bar mitzvah was over, so it was time to be with me again.