Page 30 of Country Heat

He shakes his head with a moan, hits record on his phone, and starts playing the song from the beginning.

I can’t take my eyes off him as he sings again, knowing he’s singing about the moment we met. I knew meeting each other was life-changing for me, but I didn’t realize it was so earth-shattering for him as well.

When the chorus comes, I start singing, the words pouring out…

“I kissed the cracks in your armor,

Fed the wolves that kept you whole.

Danced with all your shadows

Till they carved me in your soul.”

He plays while I sing, heightening the tension. It’s going to be a beautiful ballad. I can’t wait to hear him play it on his guitar.

He glances up at my breasts and he loses concentration, hitting the wrong keys. I can’t help but grin as he stops playing.

“Should I put some clothes on?”

He shakes his head fiercely. “Now why would you go and do a silly thing like that?”

My butt squeaks on the piano as he grabs my legs and pulls me in front of him.

“So we can write,” I say as I feel heat rushing to my core.

“I’m not in the mood for writing anymore,” he says as he puts his strong hands on my knees and slowly opens my legs.

I lean back, sucking in a sharp breath as I’m fully exposed to him. The look in his eyes… So heated… The promise of so much fun…

“Let’s take a break,” he growls. I shiver, feeling the heat of his breath on my tingling pussy. “I need atasteof inspiration.”

“Hold on,” I say as I reach over, about to pause his phone that’s recording every word.

He grabs my wrist, stopping me. “Let it run,” he says with a mischievous grin. “I love the sexy sounds you make.”

I grin as I let him have his way.

He moves between my legs with a hungry moan and when his mouth hits my wet heat, I come unraveled all over again, moaning and writhing on his tongue until I cum all over his sweet, beautiful, famous mouth.

EPILOGUE

Lola

Eight months later…

It’s the day our album comes out, but you would never be able to tell with the way everything is so calm at Cash’s house. Actually, I should stop calling it Cash’s house. He hates it when I say that. With the way everything is so calm atourhouse.

I’m laying on the couch, so pregnant I feel like I’m going to burst, reading my book with my feet in Cash’s lap. He’s massaging them as he casually watches last night’s baseball game with no sound on. I peek at him over my book and smile. I love seeing him in the morning with his crazy spiked hair, stubbly cheeks, and oversized robe.

I love that only I get to see him like this. Everyone else gets the polished, stylish Cash, but I get this too. Cash at home. Cash comfortable. Cash all mine.

“What are you smiling at?” he asks as he slides his fingers between my toes, massaging them.

“I like your hair,” I say, nibbling my bottom lip.

He shakes his head and looks around. “Where’s my cowboy hat?”

“No,” I say, pressing my heels down on his legs, holding him in place. “I love it. It’s cute.”

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