Hot, Wet, Smooth, and Hard (Craving Cove Book 1)

by Blue,Marina

  But Knox threw another punch at William’s face. Only he missed!

  And William slapped the back of Knox’s head with the butt of the revolver.

  Knox tumbled on his knees.

  William pointed the pistol at him.

  “No!” Melody cried. She lunged forward. And punched William on the chin.

  He backed away, and held his jaw. “You bitch.”

  “No sweetheart this time?” Melody asked.

  “Not this time,” William said. “This time I’ll-”

  Knox jumped to his feet and drove a punch into William’s stomach. The soft man bent over. And again, he dropped the gun.

  “That was for hurting Melody,” Knox said. “And this is for cheating on her.” Knox pulled his hand back, and threw a powerful punch at William’s face. The knuckles struck his cheek, splitting open the soft skin there. Blood poured from the wound as William flopped backwards onto the sand.

  Knox stood over him, and raised his large fist high. “And this… This is for taking her in the first place.” Then he punched straight down, pulverizing William’s mouth.

  William hacked through bloody, split lips. Fear was in his eyes. Tears as well.

  Knox straddled him. “And this is for having her, and not knowing her worth.” He grabbed William’s thinning hair, lifted his face up, and drove a punch down with the force of a pile driver. All four knuckles met William’s nose. The thin cartilage there snapped, and blood shot down his chest.

  William covered his face and moaned, “Oh God…”

  Knox looked at Melody. She was on her feet. Shaking. He reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her tight. The two held one another, and for a moment everything beyond them ceased to exist. The crowds. The cove. The man on the ground. And after a bit Knox said, “Is there anything else you owe him?”

  “Yeah. A talk,” Melody said. “Can you give us a minute?”

  “Ok.” Knox looked down at the bested man. Then at Melody. He let her go, grabbed the gun off the beach, and handed it to her. “I’ll be outside. Don’t be afraid to shoot him if he gets fresh.” And he slipped back out from under the stage.

  Melody walked over, with the pistol in hand, and looked down at him. “William, you are a son of a bitch. And I will never forgive you for what you’ve done to me. Normally, this is where I tell you that I gave you the best years of my life. But that’s not true for two reasons. First, I didn’t give those years to you. I traded them. Traded them for yours. That’s what marriage is, a trade. A partnership. Two people, working together, for one another. It takes effort, and devotion, and sometimes it’s agony, and other times bliss, but no matter what, you face it all together. But you never gave to me the way I did to you. It was always your career, your ideas, your wants and needs. I wanted a fair trade, but you reneged.

  “And the second reason why I didn’t give you my best years, is because those weren’t the best years. My best years haven’t yet begun. Not by a long shot. In fact, every year from this day forward will be happier, more beautiful, and far more valuable than any of the time we spent together. Now, you’re going to leave this place. But before you do, you’re going to finally give something back to me.” Melody pulled out the eviction notice for Pearl, and tossed it over. “You’re Coldwater’s counsel. Sign that, and you forgive Pearl’s debt in full.”

  William looked at the notice, and said through split lips, “No.”

  Melody pointed the gun at her husband’s face. “Are you sure?”

  William stared at the pistol. He thought about his options. And realized that if he didn’t do as she said, he’d definitely end up being shot. So he sat up, removed a pen from his jacket and signed. “There. Anything else?”

  “Yes,” Melody said. “That was for a friend. Now I’m doing something for myself. Something I should’ve done a long time ago.” She lowered the pistol, pointed it at William’s dick, and cocked the hammer back.

  He raised his hands. His eyes got huge. “Please. Please don’t. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean any of it. Please don’t shoot.”

  “I’m not going to shoot,” Melody said. “I just want you to whip it out.”

  William looked shocked. “Whip what out?”

  “The divorce contract. I know you still have it on you. Give it here.”

  William reached into his coat, and with a shaking hand he pulled out the contract, and held it out, along with his pen.

  Melody grabbed the paper. She put her signature next to William’s. Then she dated it. And when Melody Song, who was now officially no longer Brooding, realized the date, she laughed loudly.

  “What’s so funny?” William asked.

  “The date,” she said. “With everything that happened, I forgot. Today’s our anniversary. And you finally got me exactly what I wanted. Now I’m free. But before I go, there’s one more thing I want to give you. One thing I’ve been dying to do.”

  “What’s that?”

  In a deft move, Melody smacked her ex-husband’s head with the pistol, and he flopped over onto the sand, unconscious.

  Melody said, “Good night, sweetheart.” Then she ran out to Knox. He was leaning against the stage. She put her arm under him. “I thought you were dead.”

  Knox said, “I hoped you weren’t.”

  “How did you get back?”

  “Back to you? Nothing would stop me. Not time. Not age. Not the ocean itself.” He smiled. “I swam.”

  Melody melted some. “Really?”

  “Of course. Though to be honest, we were almost lost. We couldn’t see a thing out there because of the clouds. I practically gave up hope. But about an hour ago someone turned on the lighthouse and started playing the most beautiful song. And I just followed both home.”

  Melody looked up at Knox.

  He stared down at her.

  And they kissed. It was hot and hard. Wet and smooth. And of course, very, very sweet.

  And the crowd began chanting.

  “Melody!”

  “Melody!”

  “Melody!”

  “I guess that means you saved the town,” Knox said. “Again.”

  “With a lot of help. We’re still a little light on the funds, though.”

  “Well, if you need some help I managed to find the Grouse.”

  Melody stopped. “You found it?”

  “I did. And there’s enough there for… well… anything. I could open up my own place. You could sing there.”

  “So what, I’d work for you?”

  Knox smiled. “I figured we’d be more like partners.”

  “Partners…” Melody said. “I like the sound of that.”

  “Hey, can we finish this talk later? I really need some medicine. And food. And water. And rest.”

  “Right.” Melody finished dragging him to the ambulance.

  Two EMT’s ran over, took him, and put him in the back of the van.

  “Wait, I want to hear her sing,” Knox said.

  “There will be plenty of time for that later,” Melody said.

  “Really?” Knox said. “You’re sticking around?”

  Melody smiled. “I’m finally absolutely certain that I’m not going anywhere.”

  The crowd continued their chant. “Melody! Melody! Melody!”

  Melody turned around. The concert was still on, and the crowd was expecting an encore.

  “Go,” Knox said. “I’ll see you back home.”

  Melody smiled. “Home. That’s wherever you are.”

  Chapter 51

  After the concert, Melody and Pearl returned to the Coeur de Mer, and while Pearl stayed downstairs to find a suitable frame for their old-new deed, Melody went upstairs. If felt good to be home. It felt good to call it home again. And when she opened the door to her room she froze.

  Knox was standing in her room. “Hey.”

  “Hey.” She closed the door. “I thought you’d still be in the hospital. I was going to change and head over.”

  He s
hook his head. “No. There’s still something I have to do. Need to do.”

  He pulled his shirt off. And dropped it to the floor. Then he lost the pants.

  She stared down. “Commando?”

  Knox smiled. “For you.”

  Melody wet her lips as she took in the view. Knox’s body was magnificent. Even after days at sea he was perfect. His arm muscles were round. Thick. And his stomach was unbelievably flat. The abs there looked like they were cut from wood, while on either side, at their base, a deep pair of lines shaped like a V ran downward, and converged at his cock.

  Melody stared there. He was so thick. And it dangled thick, like the trunk of a baby elephant. His thighs, on both sides of it, were muscular and rounded.

  “Hey,” he said.

  Melody didn’t stop looking at his lower body. “Give me a second.” She continued to drink him in. Then gazed back up at his face.

  Knox was smiling. His beard was trimmed tight. His lips, smooth. And those blue eyes practically glowed. He said, “You look so-”

  “Shut up and fuck me,” Melody said.

  He needed no further suggestions. Knox leapt into bed.

  Melody threw off her dress, her shoes, and everything to join him.

  They rolled around together, tangled in the sheets. Knox rolled on top of her. His skin was hot. His broad chest pushed into Melody’s soft skin. His mouth was all over hers. Kissing. Probing. Licking. He was slipping his lips over her mouth as he ground his hips forward. Then he began to sink, kissing down her neck.

  Down her chest.

  Down her stomach.

  His beard rubbed against her thighs, tickling some. But Melody splayed herself wide. And Knox entered her with his tongue. Pushing the soft folds to the side, he licked up and down. Taking her warm clit in his mouth, he rubbed his thick tongue back and forth, tasting her.

  Warm waves lapped every inch of her body. Melody moved her hips. Then she grabbed a handful of Knox’s thick hair, and pulled him up.

  He looked at her.

  Melody said, “Fuck me. Now.”

  Knox hopped to, and leapt upwards onto his knees. He licked his right hand, smeared the spit on the tip of his cock, and pressed it against Melody.

  She wrapped her legs around him. And squeezed tight. He sank into her smoothly. And completely. Melody stretched to accommodate his every inch. The girth, so fearsome and full, charged every part of her with an electric current. And as he pulled back out, every cell in her body reached out for him, and begged him not to go.

  The large man responded, and fired forward, plunging his cock back into her, all the way to its hilt. Back and forth, Knox pounded into Melody, happily giving her exactly what she wanted. What she needed. And it was more than she ever hoped she’d have. As Knox fucked her, Melody felt a fullness. A swelling of something inside her. It transcended the physical. The mental. It even went beyond the spiritual. It was a cosmic bonding, on the smallest level. Knox wasn’t just boring into her. He wasn’t storming her. Because where they touched, where he was inside her, there was no her. No him. Just them. And it wasn’t localized. Knox’s relentless momentum was invading every bit of what and who she was. And Melody welcomed it. She wanted the feeling. The embrace.

  And she wanted a different angle.

  In one swift move Melody pushed the massive sailor onto his back, and keeping him tightly insider her, she rolled on top of him. Melody grabbed his wrists, and held him down.

  Knox’s eyes bulged. As did his cock. He opened his mouth. Paused. Then moaned and said, “Oh God, don’t stop…” and he started to buck.

  “Never.” Melody held him fast, like he was a ship on the waves. She squeezed him inside of her. And moved her hips around. And around. Back and forth. She controlled the massive cock inside of her with a mastery few women possessed. Leaning forward, she guided her breast into Knox’s mouth.

  He licked her nipple, taking it in. Like his calloused hands, Knox’s tongue was both soft and harsh, warm and rough. And the first of her orgasms began to swell inside her. Like a natural spring, hot, bubbling wetness flowed up her spine, and across her skin. Every pore from her head to her feet felt like the spout of a teapot that had come to a boil. And when it reached peak temperature, she squeezed the wrists she held captive, and devoured Knox’s mouth. Breathing in the air from his lungs, she consumed him completely, and came with the force of a hurricane.

  She screamed, “Oh God… Oh God… O God!” as the waves came, and racked her body, but Melody road them without stopping. Or slowing. Then she sat up, and stared down.

  Knox lay there, amazed. Then he said, “My turn.”

  In a daring technique, the large man turned the tables, and spun around so that he was on top. Straightening up, he rose to his knees and pulled out of her. And easily, he seized her hips, and flipped her over so she was on all fours.

  Melody arched her back, pressing her hips high up, exposing her pussy completely.

  Knox charged into her, headlong. His cock thrust in smoothly. She welcomed it.

  Melody pushed up onto her hands. And looked back. She could see Knox’s firm stomach, segmented to perfection, and his powerful forearms, full of those familiar blue and green tattoos. Both his calloused hands gripped her tightly, pulling and pushing her back and forth. His chest, broad and smooth, flexed as he rode her. And those eyes were a pair of sapphires sparkling with lust.

  “Do. Not. Stop!” she cried.

  Knox grabbed her by the back of the neck, and pulled her up. She lifted off of her hands, and gazed at him. Knox said, “Never. You belong to me. You always have, and you always will.”

  “Forever,” Melody said. “I want you inside me for the rest of my life.”

  “It’s the only place I’ve ever wanted to be.”

  The two kissed again. Passionate. Animal.

  Then Knox turned the throttle up. He put his weight into his hand, and pressed Melody’s neck down. She went willingly. And her face plunged into the bed below. While Knox kept her forcefully pinned, he used his free hand to grab her hip. Melody was now trapped. She could only do what Knox’s body commanded. And she succumbed with abandon.

  And like the build up to a storm, Knox began to thrust. Over and over. He would pull out. Only to ram himself inside again. Back and forth. In and out. He rode her from behind. Like she was his.

  Because she was.

  Faster and faster he moved. His cock was so hot and wet. Smooth and hard. In and out he pounded. Melody tried to straighten up. But moved nowhere. She tried to shift her hips, but couldn’t. And all the while, Knox’s storm raged. His onslaught continued. Unabated.

  And Melody’s second climax was building. Impossibly, it was bigger than the first. Being taken. Owned. Dominated… It was sparking a fire. All she could feel was the muscular hand on her neck, and the impossible cock inside of her. Nothing else existed. Nothing else could.

  Then the feeling of waterfalls crashing flowed through every one of her cells. It felt like she’d turned to liquid. But it was unlike any fluid she’d known. Smoother. Wetter. Warmer. All around, her orgasm built. Taking her breath away, it built. Blossoming in her chest, it built. Until Melody shuddered and cried, “Don’t stop. Don’t stop! Don’t ever! Fucking! Stop!”

  Melody’s body locked up and melted at the same time. And as it did, Knox grabbed her hair, and pulled himself into her, deeper than he’d ever been before.

  And he exploded.

  Knox emptied himself inside of Melody. Wave after wave of him filled her body. His cum ran into her, and through her. She could feel the pulsing from Knox’s heart, echoing through his cock, and into her entire body. Moving her hips around and around, she made sure to take every bit that he offered.

  Then there was silence. Calm.

  Knox grabbed her hips, and spun her around one last time.

  Melody landed gently in the bed, surrounded by pillows and blankets. Like a flower looking up at the sun, she smiled.

  Knox smiled, too. Th
en he collapsed on top of her. They lay still, looking at one another. For a very long, that’s what they did. Occasionally kissing each other lightly on the lips and cheeks. Then Melody nuzzled his nose. And Knox nuzzled back.

  Knox said, “I’m sorry if that wasn’t romantic enough. I’ve had that pent up for a while.”

  Melody, still savoring the softening dick inside her, said, “Don’t be. That was perfect.”

  “That’s what I thought.” Knox slid out and rolled over, next to her. They stared at the ceiling, side-by-side, and held hands. Like they’d done as kids, years before, after their first time outside of the lighthouse.

  “You know, I’m falling in love with you again,” Melody said.

  Knox squeezed her hand. “I never fell out of love with you. And I’m so glad you’re finally home.”

  Melody ran her hand over his chest. Knox was right. He felt like home.

  Chapter 52

  Sinton Waters was in his office, staring out the window at the coast. It had almost been a week since his deal in Craving Cove fell through, and the town bought back every single mortgage. “So how much did I lose?”

  “When this all settles down?” William said. He had a few stitches across his forehead from the gash Melody put in him, and his nose and lips were a mess. “The company will lose billions.”

  Waters stood looking out his window. “Disappointing.”

  “Disappointing?” William said. “That’s all you have to say?”

  “What else can I say?”

  “What if you said it wasn’t my fault? What if you said you’re sorry I’m ruined? What if-”

  “Stop saying that,” Waters said mockingly. He lifted his voice higher in a rude imitation of William. “What if I’d kept my dick in my pants? What if I’d handled Melody before this all happened? What if I stopped that ludicrous plan?” Waters lips twisted into a grimace, and he laughed in his regular voice. “It’s the William Brooding What If Game. What if, what if, what if…” Sinton shook his head and sighed. “Fortunately, my company will survive. I’ll write this massive loss off, and walk away poorer than before, but not destroyed. The rest of you, however… My counselor, bankrupt and broken. That stupid sheriff, arrested for covering up crimes along with his moron nephew. Even that idiot cook was taken into custody for poisoning a child. Honestly, it’s my own fault for trusting such a terrible team.”