The Biker's Fate Chapter 490

Melody

"No!" I snapped, facing Train, and squeezing my eyes shut as I took a deep breath. "Why do you keep going to the C? You're supposed to go to the G just before the bridge."

He settled his arm over his guitar and studied me. "You sure about that?"

"I wrote the song. Why wouldn't I be sure about it?"

"Because this is the G." He strummed the chord. "And this is the C. And you're singing the tonic which is a C note."

I wrinkled my nose. Fuck. The C might not have been the correct chord, but it was the better chord.

Jesus, this man was annoying the shit out of me. We'd been doing a little dance for a couple of weeks now. A push and pull, if you will. Him with his perfect fucking pitch and ability to write songs at a breakneck pace. It wasn't fair that God had given so much talent to someone who was wasting it on junk food jingles.

I pulled my right monitor out of my ear and stepped over to him. He pulled his out and continued to sit relaxed on his stool, smiling smugly up at me.

"I want you to play the G," I stressed.

"Or would you rather I give you the D?" he said under his breath.

I shivered. "Excuse me?"

"Nothing." He glared up at me. "I'll play whatever you want, Melody."

"I want my fans to hear the songs the way they were recorded. There's nothing worse than going to a show and not being able to sing along to your favorites the way they were written."

Train nodded. "Got it."

"Okay. Thank you."

We were currently rehearsing for a streaming concert that we were going to be performing from the hotel ballroom the next day. It was a special fan club members only. A VIP concert, along with a meet and greet, so the band and I were getting in an extra rehearsal.

We were in Albuquerque, New Mexico, and rehearsing at a funky little studio called VistaVerde with the full band. The studio was cool, but it was tiny, which meant small rooms and very close quarters for me and Train. I walked around in a constant state of arousal and my vibrator was wearing out from constant use.

"One more time," I said, and as we got to the G, I scowled, waving my hand, and stopping him again. "Never mind. Go to the C." I let out frustrated grunt. "Goddammit."

He smirked slightly and we started again, playing the song the way it should be played. The way he knew it should be played and it sounded better than it ever had. We finished the song and I turned off my microphone, shut down the PA, and faced the band. "Let's call it a night."

"You okay?" Puddin' asked.

"Yep," I lied. "I'm just tired. I think if we don't have these songs down now, we never will, so we shouldn't beat a dead horse."

"Whatever you say, boss."

The band packed up and we all loaded into the bus and headed back to the hotel.

I found myself sitting next to Train on the way back. And we said nothing. Barely even breathed. Or maybe that was just me. My skin was on fire and only he could douse the flame. I desperately wanted to peel him out of his clothes and lick every inch of his body.

No, let me rephrase.

I wanted him to peel me out of my clothes and lick every inch of my body right before I sat on his face. I shivered at the thought then forced myself to think about sewing or knitting or something just as mundane.

Arriving back at the hotel, Train walked every corner of my hotel suite before allowing me entry. He did this every single time we left the hotel for any reason. Thorough didn't even begin to describe this man.

"All clear," he said, and I walked inside, facing him before he could close the door.

"Why are you testing me?" I demanded.

He raised an eyebrow. "Why am I getting under your skin?"

"You're not getting under my skin."

"Liar."

"Well, maybe it's because you're picking apart the songs that I've put my heart and soul into."

Train smiled slowly, closing the door, then the distance between us. "That's not the reason and you know it."

"Because I'm horny and you're hot as fuck." Suddenly mortified, I gasped, my face heating. "Shit. No. Pretend I didn't say that out loud."

"Now we're gettin' somewhere," he said, and then his mouth landed on mine and I was lifted high up the wall where I wrapped my legs around his waist and looped my hands around his neck.

Before things got interesting, however, Train pulled back, letting out a series of expletives.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"We can't do this."

"Why not?"

He sighed, studying me for a few tense seconds. "One, we've got close to six weeks left, and this complicates shit."

"No strings."

"Melody, sex always brings strings."

"It doesn't have to," I argued.

"Sex with you definitely will."

I scoffed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He was still holding me against the wall, so he stepped back, lowering me to my feet, and putting some distance between us.

I narrowed my eyes, realization beginning to dawn, and I let out a quiet hiss of irritation. "Harmony said something, didn't she?"

"Whether she did or didn't doesn't really play here."

"What exactly did she say?"

He scrubbed his hand over his beard. "She said, 'don't sleep with my sister,' and that I wasn't your type, so she wasn't really worried about it."

"She has no clue what my type is." I snorted. "Obviously."

"Still… probably not a good idea."