Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
I forget to jump in at the next verse. I’m too distracted with the thought of this beauty’s bare legs thrown over my shoulder, my mouth buried between them tasting her sweetness.
She looks at me with those sexy green eyes, her cheeks blushing as I continue to play. I play the chords again and sing as she tries not to watch my mouth moving.
I need this girl. I’ve never needed anything like I need her. She’s the sun to my universe. The lyrics to my song. She’s everything to me and I don’t ever want to let her go.
I finish the verse and then we jump back into the chorus, singing together.
We’re meant to be together. We’re two halves of the same whole. What else would explain how incredible we’re sounding even though it’s the first time we’ve sung together? What else could explain these intense feelings I have—like my soul is being twisted and yanked around with every look she gives me?
She finishes the song off, her raspy voice dropping to a whisper. I’m mesmerized as I watch her, leaning in close.
“No past, no shame, just sweat and skin
And the kind of love that burns like sin.”
She’s singing just for me, low and secretive like she’s confessing her deepest darkest desires just to me. Heat pulses in my core. My hard cock throbs. I’m not leaving these stables before I kiss her. Hopefully more. These horses are about to get another show and it won’t involve any singing.
“We didn’t just make love—we set fire
Bodies aching, soaked in desire.”
Her voice fades away as I finish the song on my guitar, my fingers slowing as my heart races.
I’ve sung with dozens of women over the years. Some of the most talented to ever walk the earth. Some of the most beautiful to ever exist.
But nothing compares to this girl. Nothing.
She’s on a whole other level.
I just hope she never realizes how out of her league I am.
But one thing is for sure. I’m going to spend every moment until my last trying to be the man that she deserves.
My fingers strum quietly, fading the song away. When it’s done, we both sit there, staring at each other in shock.
I don’t think either of us quite believes what just happened. What a masterpiece we just created together.
This must be how Jimi Hendrix felt after he played Woodstock, or Freddie Mercury after playing Live Aid. It must be how Leonardo DaVinci felt after painting the last stroke of the Mona Lisa or how Michelangelo felt as he looked up at his completed David statue for the first time. It feels like we just created something special. Something timeless. Something legendary.
And it was just for us.
My heart pounds in my chest as I gaze into her glassy green eyes, the air around us charged with heat. Even the horses are quiet, respecting the enchanting mystical moment.
“That was beautiful,” she whispers, tearing up. “I love it.”
I feel so connected to this woman like I’ve never felt connected to anyone before. I’ve been living my life like a statue. Something people look up to but don’t really see. Something they worship but never really know. Impenetrable on the outside, and hard and cold on the inside.
And this woman just cracked me open. Split me in pieces. She’s looking at the real me, and for once, I’m not scared. I’m not pulling away. I’m grateful and wanting more.
My eyes water and I get choked up too. I haven’t cried in decades, since my mother died when I was seventeen, but the tears are coming now.
I turn, embarrassed, about to wipe them away in disgust, but she takes my hand and I realize I don’t have to hide my feelings from her. I don’t have to hide anything from her.
She smiles warmly as she reaches up and cups my face, wiping the wetness from my eye with her soft thumb.
“You wrote that thinking of me?” she asks.
I nod as my body hums, raw and desperate. “You’re the only thing I think about.”
Her eyes soften and her lips part. I lean in and she doesn’t pull away or turn her head. She leans in as well, moaning as our mouths meet.
I taste her soft warm tongue and my pulse races, knowing this is the first of many, many kisses.
My eyes fall closed as I deepen the kiss, exploring her mouth as she moans into mine. I only pull away so I can remove this guitar from between us, taking off the strap and lowering it to the floor.
As soon as it’s gone, my hands are back on her, our lips moving as one. She runs her trembling hands up my arms and onto my shoulders as I cup her neck, holding her mouth against mine.
There’s no coming back from this. I’m obsessed. I’m hers. And she’s mine.