Melt (Steel Brothers Saga 4)

“My God,” he said. “That was amazing.”

As soon as I could catch my breath, I would agree with him. For now, I’d clamp myself against him, my hair sticking to my back and shoulders, his stubbly cheek scratching my own.

After a few moments, he rolled me over. “Sorry, sweetheart. I have to take care of the condom.”

The loss of his warmth against me made me whimper, but I moved over on my back, a drift of air from the ceiling fan above us feeling heavenly against my moist skin. I closed my eyes.

A few minutes later, the bed sank with his weight.

“That’s right, baby. Take a little nap. Because we’re not done. Not by a long shot.”

Chapter Nine

Jonah

Melanie’s breathing became shallow, and I knew she had fallen asleep. It was nearing five o’clock, but I was not yet sated. My need for her had been so great I’d gone straight for the gold. I hadn’t yet tasted her ruby-red nipples, her beautiful pussy. I hadn’t yet felt her gorgeous lips around my cock. What must she think of me? Other than a bit of kissing, we’d had no foreplay. It wasn’t like me to be so selfish, but my need for her had been that intense.

My dick stirred and hardened again. Just being near her affected me. But she looked so peaceful and serene in her slumber—a peace I didn’t see when she was awake. Something was eating her up inside. Maybe one day she’d tell me what it was. I had the distinct feeling that she understood my guilt better than she let on.

While I longed to wake her up and get started again, I decided to let her sleep.

She appeared to need it so much.

So I rolled to the other side of the bed and closed my eyes as well.

Big mistake.

When I woke up, she was gone.

I left several messages for Melanie after we’d been together, but she hadn’t returned any of my calls. I couldn’t think about it today though, because I sat with Bryce, waiting for the prison guard to bring Larry Wade out to talk to us.

We weren’t separated by glass, since we had come during regular visiting hours and there were two of us. We sat at a round table in the visiting area. The guard watched Larry closely.

Larry sat down. “Jonah Steel,” he said. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Hello, Uncle,” I said with sarcasm. I was hardly in the mood to be cordial, but I had to introduce Bryce. “This is my friend Bryce Simpson. Tom Simpson’s son.”

“The mayor. Sure

. Good man.”

I wasn’t sure what to make of his sardonic tone. It had been Mayor Simpson, after all, who had appointed Larry as city attorney when he came back to town a few years ago. I’d always known he was a shady character, and from what I’d heard from Jade, the man was about as unethical an attorney as there was. People like him gave lawyers a bad name.

Of course, bending ethics as an attorney was the least of Larry Wade’s crimes.

“Hello, Mr. Wade,” Bryce said.

Larry groaned. “So what do you two want?”

“Answers,” I said.

“Ask away. I’m pretty sure I don’t have any.”

“You can start by telling me why you left a red rose on Jade’s pillow a few months ago.”

He rolled his eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Quit playing dumb, Uncle Larry. We all know what kind of man you are. The kind of man that kidnaps and fucks little boys. Pretty sick. Also, you killed Colin Morse.”