Hold (Gentry Boys, #5)(6)
She’d offered to come along and watch me play at The Hole tonight but I knew she was tired. She had a long day, between her fashion design classes in the morning and then her internship up in Scottsdale. When I planted a kiss on her head she gave me one of her divine Truly smiles. That was the smile I sang for and worked for and woke up in the morning to see. It was mine and I planned on keeping it as long as I breathed.
“I’ll come right home,” I promised, wishing at the time that I didn’t have to go anywhere at all.
“I’ll be waiting,” she answered with her playful Southern lilt as her eyes pointedly fastened on my crotch.
With a promise like that it took a lot for me to walk out the door and drive to Tempe. My dick was rather unhappy with the delay and it was a chore to focus on the music.
My fingers tapped the steering wheel in time to the song as light from a streetlamp caught the metal of my wedding band. I knew this song well. I’d sung it once, for her. It was the very first time I got up on a stage with my fists clenched, my nuts in a bunch, waiting for any excuse to jump down and take a swing at the first f*cker who had something smart to say. Then I’d looked over the nameless sea of faces before me and saw her. Truly Lee always shone with the kind radiant beauty that men have fought brutal wars to win. When she gave a slight nod of her head and that incomparable smile I found the calm that relaxed my fingers out of a fist and led them to the guitar strings.
I was already a goner by that point, had been from the first night I took her home and played every kind of sex combo ever invented. In bed our chemistry was off the charts, although it took my head a little while to wake up and realize that once I looked at her I wouldn’t be able to look anywhere else. Truly was so much more than a body and a face. She had love and passion and humor. She could have done a thousand times better than me.
The condo that we bought shortly before our Valentine’s Day wedding a few months back was cradled down in the quiet shadows of South Mountain, a world away from the boisterous college corridor. When I got out of the truck I paused for a moment to stare at the red lights of the antennas atop the mountain. You could see them from just about anywhere in the valley. There were cars surrounding me in the parking lot but there was no noise. I could sense the wilderness of the mountain preserve just on the other side of the stucco perimeter wall. Something about the smell of the creosote and the brief yips of some nearby coyotes caught me off guard. Suddenly I was tossed back in time to the scene of a thousand campouts with my brothers in the wide, raw desert that surrounded Emblem. Those weren’t good years. Thinking of them now made me uneasy.
I pushed away the gloom and whistled a little as I walked to the front door. It was all decorated in frilly Truly-style with a spring wreath that cradled a painted wooden heart that read ‘Love Lives Here’.
The musky scent of one of her sensual candles hit me as soon as I got the door open. Our neighbor was a sixty-year-old widow who made a living selling shit like dildos and flavored body oil. Truly bought a few things every month to help her out.
“Hi there, handsome,” purred Truly Lee Gentry as she posed in the archway between the living room and the kitchen. The black lace corset with red trim showed off her hourglass figure and her black hair spilled in soft waves over her shoulders. The garters and black stockings ended in the most whorish stilettos this side of the red light district and she started to slide her black thong down right before my eyes.
Be still my f*cking heart.
“Damn, honey,” I swore, slamming the door at my back and getting my shirt off a millisecond later. “If I would have known to expect all this I would have blown every traffic light in the east valley.”
“I warned you I’d be waiting,” she teased and then balled the thong up in her hand before tossing it at my head.
I would have caught it but I was busy getting my pants down. “You got any other warnings?”
“We’ll take care of them in there.” She started walking toward the bedroom, her bare ass winking erotically with every swaying step.
I caught up to her and pressed my dick against her soft flesh while my hands found a hot target between her legs. “We’ll take care of them out here,” I growled into her ear, enjoying her shudder of arousal and the sudden slickness on my fingers.
She was putty in my hands as I nudged her into the kitchen, toward the quartz countertops.
“Bend over,” I ordered when we got there.
“Creed,” she protested, glancing over her shoulder while biting a corner of her lip. I answered by flipping her around, dropping to my knees and giving her a long, deliberate lick that got her thighs shaking and her chest heaving.
“I feel like I ought to get down and thank the lord for giving you so many talents with that mouth,” she panted in her sexy drawl. “It deserves to be honored.”
I withdrew my tongue and pulled her down to the floor with me. “Think I’ll claim a reward then.”
“What reward?” She was straddling me now, those luscious tits practically spilling out of the tightly pulled corset, the muscles between her legs already quivering on the brink of climax.
I relaxed onto the cold tile, stretching my arms up and linking them behind my head while I watched her. “You’re gonna ride me like the hot devil, sweet girl.”
Truly raised a perfectly arched dark eyebrow. “I don’t believe the devil is used to working for it, Mr. Gentry.”