Hold (Gentry Boys, #5)(16)
Truly shrugged. “I could spit out a thousand guesses but none have any more chance of being right than the other. When I talked to Aggie the other day she mentioned she was worried because Mia hadn’t checked in more than once in the last six months.”
I put a comforting hand around Truly and rubbed the back of her neck. “That sounds pretty much like Mia.”
“Yeah.” Truly sighed and rolled her head back, closing her eyes as my fingers dug more deeply into her tense muscles. “Maybe there really is such a thing as an extrasensory sibling sense, you know kind of like when you get to feeling a little off because something’s going on with Cord or Chase. I just can’t shake the notion that Mia’s got more on her plate than she can chew and Creedence did you know you haven’t got a stitch of clothing on?”
As an answer I moved my free hand between her legs.
“You’re incorrigible,” she sputtered but she still parted her knees and gave me access. I yanked her panties down and worked quickly to get her to the brink. She forgot all about sisters and other problems while she moaned and squirmed and bit her lip.
As hot as it was watching her get off on my hand while her nipples spilled out of her bra, I’d reached the point where I needed a workout or the couch was getting creamed.
Truly didn’t need to be told. The second I pulled my fingers away she was on me; skirt yanked up, knees digging into my hips. I slid in there smoothly and she let out a high little sound of pleasure as I grabbed her and pushed deep. The feel of her shuddering orgasm and the noise she made as she reveled in it was too much to keep any dick in control. I let go inside of her with my hands everywhere, my body thrusting hard and deep as possible.
She moaned and shouted my name while she rode me in a fever that happened to shove her gorgeous tits right into my face. I sucked on them eagerly as I spent every ounce of me that was left.
Truly let out a soft sigh as I withdrew.
“I hate that part,” she breathed, “the part when you leave me.”
I touched her face. The classic beauty on the outside didn’t tell nearly the whole story of who she was. Sassy and tender, intelligent and kind, she was the total package.
“I’ll never leave you,” I told her honestly. “I love you.”
I didn’t get to hold her in my arms for long. The cinnamon rolls she’d pushed into the oven right before her phone rang started to smell a little smoky. I ate them anyway. Truly exclaimed over the time and then darted back to the bathroom for a second shower since I’d messed up the results of the first one. I polished off a few more cinnamon rolls and another cup of coffee waiting for her to emerge in a perfumed cloud.
“I’ve got to run, baby. I’ve got a class on Marketing in Twenty First Century Fashion in about twelve minutes and then I’ll be up in Scottsdale all afternoon because Ross is giving all us lowly interns a peek at the fall catalog although I do hope they’ve moved past the same old tired designs that keep cropping up for the last several seasons. You have a show tonight? Oh no, that’s right. You’re meeting the boys. Well you give them my love and tell them we need to have the whole Gentry crew over, maybe this weekend, because my hostess talents are getting rusty. You listening to me, Creedence?”
I put down my coffee cup. “I’ve told you a million times, Tallulah Lee Gentry, I’m always listening to you.”
She smiled a beautiful Truly smile and offered me a soft, sweet kiss before pulling on her shoes and heading for the door. I was more than used to the way she’d talk on and on. I meant it when I said I was always listening. I always have been. I always would be.
“Love you!” she called and blew a kiss.
“Love you too,” I shouted back.
I hoped she wouldn’t spend too much energy today fretting over her sister’s unknown troubles. From everything I knew of Mia she wasn’t a fan of self-disclosure so worrying was a waste of time. But I knew the pain of watching someone you cared about struggle with her demons. It was a different kind of hell.
After jumping in the shower myself I decided to spend some quality time with my guitar. For years all my playing came from the gut, or the heart or whatever region tickles your sentiments. There was no training, no lessons. Just me and the music. But once I started performing I understood I had a lot to learn. I’d never been an eager student, not even when I was a kid, but it turned out that all it took was the right subject. I learned how the black dots on a sheet of music translated into sound and even started writing some of my own. It wasn’t country and it wasn’t rock. It was something in between and it was enough to catch the attention of a few music scouts who whispered big ideas about tours and label deals. So far I’d sold a few songs that I’d composed but then drawn the line there. I couldn’t imagine being prettied up and trotted out all over the nation, curling up on a shelf-like bed in a stinky tour bus every night and wishing to god I was home with my woman.
No. The famous life was never my ambition. If it meant that I wouldn’t get any further than four shows a week and an enthusiastic local following then I was fine with that. With Truly beside me I was planning on building something a lot more important than superstardom.
When I emerged from the music I was surprised to see that it was well into the afternoon. I should be used to the way time stood still when I was deep in a music trance. I knew it was the same way for Cord and his art.