Mel found herself moving rhythmically against him, as she ran her hands over his chest and down lower, igniting sparks in both of them.
“Careful, darlin’,” Matt said, when her hands found that part of him she had never seen before.
She wished the streetlight showed her more, because he felt huge in her hand, and she had a sudden premonition that things were not going to work quite as easily as she had experience her one previous time.
Matt didn’t give her a chance to change her mind but instead pulled her to him, flipped their positions once more, and went back to kissing her. This time, her legs fell open, allowing him to settle between them, and as he moved against her, she felt her own wetness lubricating him. Before she could decide how best to ask the question, she felt his fingers on her there, opening her to him, and in another moment, that part of him was slowing moving inside of her. She inhaled sharply, as she experienced his size in another way, but he was gentle and patient, pushing first in then pulling out, until her muscles relaxed enough to take all of him, and he was seated to the hilt.
In another moment, they were moving together, and Mel felt the pressure build once more.
“Matt!”
“Just let go again, darlin’,” he admonished her, and she heard the strain in his voice. “I’ve got you.”
“I can’t. Not again!”
But she was wrong, of course. Matt reached down to touch her where they were joined, and she shattered once more. His roar joined her scream in perfect harmony as together they both found their release.
Sometime later, Mel became aware of the world once more. Matt’s heavy weight pinned her to the mattress, but she never wanted to move again. She took as deep a breath as she could, and he shifted away.
“No!” she cried plaintively.
But he only rolled onto his back, carrying her with him, so that they remained joined. She felt him inside, not as big has he had been before, but still there, still a part of her. She wrapped her arms around him as best she could and hugged his thighs with her legs. She felt more alive than she ever had before and never wanted it to end.
“I didn’t use anythin’ to protect you,” he said after a long moment, as his fingers played softly with her hair. “Is there any chance we could’ve made a baby tonight?”
She felt the stickiness of his seed, and smiled.
“If we did, I won’t mind,” she said.
She felt him sigh, but she felt more than relief in it.
“Then I’m gonna hope we did, darlin’,” he said, confirming her guess as he nuzzled her ear, “’cause there is one thing I forgot to mention.”
“What’s that?” she asked, though she didn’t really care at this point.
“I love you.”
Mel went still, and when she pushed herself up far enough to look down at him, she knew those golden eyes could see her tears even in the darkness.
“What’s this?” he asked, gently brushing the dampness away with a tender caress of his thumb.
“No one’s ever said that to me before,” she whispered, afraid to break the spell.
“You’re just gonna have to get used to it, darlin’,” he said, suddenly serious.
“Okay.”
“Only okay?” he asked, frowning.
“I can get used to it, because I love you, too.”
He took a deep breath then his smile grew and spread until it lit his eyes.
“Okay, then.”
She giggled, but then he pulled her head down and went back to the serious business of kissing her. She contracted her muscles around him, felt him begin to grow hard within her again, and the world went away once more.
11
Addy Spencer stared at the neatly typed letter and felt her stomach drop to her toes.
…The members of one of the bands we represent, The Four Saints, are very much interested in recording and performing the song you sent—or any other material you might have—and would like to begin negotiations for the rights to do so, if that would be agreeable to you. I can be reached at the address and telephone above, or, if you prefer, we could set up a face-to-face meeting, either here in Nashville or at a place of your choosing.
Thank you for submitting your song to us. I look forward to hearing from you.
Sincerely,
Melinda Darling
Konstantine Talent Agency
Nashville, Tennessee
“I can’t believe you sent them my song, Granny,” Addy said, fighting to keep her voice calm, though she could not stop the tremor in it. “Why would you do that?”
“Because you’ve been hiding your God-given talent under a bushel for far too many years, darlin,’ and it’s time for you to come out and sing to the world.”
Addy turned abruptly to face her grandmother, who stood at the kitchen table, steadily kneading a mound of fragrant bread dough with her small, strong hands.
“But…”
“I’m not gettin’ any younger, Addy, and I can’t stand the thought of you holed up here in the hills all by yourself for the rest of your life.”