Sweet Melody (Rock & Rodeo Romance #1) Read Online Free

her. Her mouth crooking up at the corner as she sings the chorus. Her body all flesh and curves crouching down on the floor. Her ass wiggling as she wipes the floor with the rag. Her eyes daring me to make my move.
    Holy Hell, her lips and her tongue. I seriously wouldn’t mind waking up to that every day. Who wouldn’t want the promise of something so tempting about to devour them?
    “Earth to Hunter.”
    EJ’s annoying tone cuts through my thoughts. He’s a mood killer for sure. “What, Wilder?”
    He scoffs. “See, I told you. Hasn’t heard a word any of us has said for like the past fifteen minutes. It’s a girl.”
    “It’s a song,” says Mac as he loads the heavy keyboard case with EJ’s help into the back of my truck. “He’s got that special gleam in his eye that he gets right before he nails down the lyrics and melody.”
    The gulp of water I just drank shoots out of my mouth. Melody. Mel.
    “Dude. Not cool.” EJ strips off his T-shirt soaked with my spit. “So Mac votes it’s a song that’s got Hunter’s panties in a twist. What about you guys? What do you think has our fearless lead singer so preoccupied?”
    “How about I don’t give a shit because we’ve got more to load, so get your ass in gear. Man, tell me again why we’re loading our trucks like it was our first gig?” asks Hart as he carefully cushions and covers another piece of his drum kit. Levi hands him a blanket to help line more of the bed.
    “Because the axel on our trailer got busted when you drove it through every single pothole you managed to find on that last trip.” Loading more equipment and securing it down with rope helps keep my mind focused right where it should be.
    “I resent that,” retorts Hart. “I’m as good a driver as I am a drummer.”
    “If you mean always a little too fast and off beat, then sure. You’re a good driver. And you can pay to fix the trailer.”
    Sunglasses hide Hart's eyes, but the daggers shooting out of them are obvious. “Don’t fuck with me, Ford. If it weren’t for my drumming, your ass would be all over the place. I keep us all in line. I hit with precision.” He emphasizes the last word as he pushes his sunglasses up his nose with his middle finger.
    Mac jumps in. “Okay, we’ll concede that you’re a great drummer who hits with precision if you’ll admit that you hit every damn pothole that caused the damage to our trailer with the same anal precision. Every. Last. One. And that, little boy, is why we’re loading up the trucks. So shut up.”
    Mac brings the temporary peace as always. Not that we ever really fight. But when we need to get shit done, he somehow can put us all in our places and kick our asses until we do exactly what we need to do. And when all five of us work together? Magic. Took us years to get where we are, and hell yeah—we’re going to have many more to come thanks to the deal.
    After more grunt work, an idea pops into my head. “Hey, do you guys remember that 18th birthday party we played in, what, like our second year? You know, the one where the mother swore her daughter could sing like Kelly Clarkson?”
    Hart groans the loudest of all of us. “That girl couldn’t find the rhythm much less the tune if either one of them came up and slapped her in the face.”
    “Worst. Show. Ever,” agrees EJ. “Wait, why are you bringing that up before tonight? You trying to jinx us, Ford?”
    All eyes focus on me. A sip from the water bottle barely hides my nervousness in my new idea. “Um, no. I have an idea. More like a favor. To Trey. It’s a favor for Trey,” I lie.
    “You’re kidding,” quips Mac. “Trey’s gonna get up and sing a Kelly song? Hell, I’m in just to see that.”
    My head shakes long before I find my words. “No, not Trey exactly. Someone else. Don’t worry, they can definitely sing. And not a Kelly Clarkson song. I was thinking more like that song ‘Trouble’ that we adjusted for me to sing. How ‘bout we play it