Page 222 of Smooth Sailing

Thank fucking God.

He glided his finger away, wrapped his arm around her hips, held her stationary for his thrusts, and eventually shoved his face in her neck, shot his load, and as usual with Diana, he did it hard.

He was still using condoms. She had a doctor’s appointment the next week. He had one the week after up in Denver.

He cruised slow inside her as he lost the hard, then pulled out, kissed her shoulder, lifted up, gently pushed her to her side in the bed, and he left her there, flicking the covers over her as he moved to get rid of the rubber.

When he got back, he stretched out beside her, and she snuggled close.

“That gig was bizarre, babe,” he declared.

She started laughing.

“I nearly fell asleep,” he went on.

She kept laughing.

Fuck, but he loved to make her laugh.

She looked up at him. “So the ambient jam is not your style?”

It was late night Saturday. They’d gone to Charlie’s gig that night, and they’d done it not only with Mel and her man Gerard (who seemed a decent dude, more so when Mel had to elbow him because he actually did fall asleep), Bernie, as well as Dutch, Georgie, Jagger and Archie.

Dutch and Jagger kept shooting him What the fuck? looks through the whole thing.

Georgie appeared to be near laughter through the whole thing.

Archie seemed to dig it, or at least she pretended a lot better than the rest of them that she didn’t think it was as totally whacked as it was.

“No,” he answered Diana’s question.

“You don’t have to go again,” she told him.

“You go to all of them?”

She nodded.

Of course she did.

“They don’t happen very often,” she explained, “because, I mean…obviously, they don’t have a big following and there aren’t a lot of venues longing to have a band that will put their clientele to sleep.”

He had noticed not many tables in that bar were filled, and some had emptied after Charlie and her crew got started.

“Charlie doesn’t care, she just likes to play,” Di continued.

“How often do gigs happen?”

“Maybe once every couple of months. They go up to Sedona and Flag to play more than they do here. Sometimes we go, because those places are fun to hang in. Sometimes we don’t.”

“We’ll see when it happens again.”

She gave him a soft look, stroked his beard and changed the subject.

“I like Georgie and Archie. They’re both totally rad.”

His lips tipped up. “They’re definitely…rad.”

She stopped stroking his beard to slap his pec and demanded, “Don’t give me shit.”

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