Page 92 of Resisting Temptation (Men of Honor 3)
Feeling more shit than I can handle right now, I give her a quick, hard kiss, not wanting to be a complete asshole, then change the subject. “Sing for me.”
“What?” she asks, clearly not expecting that.
“Play your new guitar and sing for me.”
She rears back, “Cade, babe, that is not a guitar you play with. That is a guitar you hang and worship.”
“You better fucking play it.” Jesus, what the hell did I spend all that fucking money for if she isn’t going to play it? She shakes her head at me, not budging, “Come on, Red, one song, baby. I want to hear you.”
Her stubborn glare softens, and when she glances longingly over at the guitar, I know I got her. She sighs reluctantly, “Fine, one song.”
She crawls over to the guitar and I watch her hands begin to tremble again as she picks it up. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m about to play from the same guitar Elvis did.” She looks up at me, “This had to have cost you a fortune.”
Goddamn right it did, and Jimmy said he got me a deal. I’m scared to fucking know how much it was before that. Of course I don’t voice any of that.
“It was worth every penny I spent. You deserve it, Red.”
She gives me a soft smile. “What do you want me to sing?”
“I don’t give a shit. I just want to hear you,” I tell her truthfully.
She watches me as she thinks about it and I see the moment she makes her decision. “Mmm, okay. Here is one you will know and I think you will like.”
She scoots back and rests against the log behind her. I stay in front, wanting full view of her, and my cock jerks when she brings one of her knees up to rest the guitar on, showing me a glimpse of what I know is paradise.
As soon as her slender fingers start strumming the chords gracefully, the most breathtaking smile takes over her face. She looks down at the instrument, soaking in the fact she is playing a guitar from someone who is a legend to her. I instantly recognize the tune from the song, ‘Free Falling’ and fuck if she isn’t right, I do like this song.
The moment her mouth opens and the lyrics fall past her lips, I’m completely awestruck like always, her voice hitting me like a physical blow, except there is no pain, only her grace and beauty…
She’s a good girl, loves her mama
Loves Jesus and America too
She’s a good girl, crazy ’bout Elvis
Loves horses and her boyfriend too
She gives me a little wink, her smile getting bigger, and I don’t miss the innuendo of the beginning lyrics. She’s as sassy as she is beautiful, and fuck if it doesn’t turn my dick as hard as steel.
It’s a long day living in Reseda
There’s a freeway runnin’ through the yard
And I’m a bad boy ’cause I don’t even miss her
I’m a bad boy for breakin’ her heart
Her fingers start strumming faster, her foot beginning to tap the sand as she starts losing herself in it. Her head falls back, her voice hitting that note, the one that makes your breath catch in your throat…
And I’m freeeeee, freee fallin’
Yeah I’m freeeee, freee fallin’
Not being able to hold back any longer, I make my way toward her. Her gaze remains on the sky above as she stays lost in the song. The moment my hand reaches her slender ankle, she falters and brings her head forward to look at me.
I shake my head. “Don’t stop, Red.”
Her eyes never stray from mine as she finds her place again. I begin sliding my hand up her smooth leg, my mouth following its path, running along satin, flawless skin. My lips twitch when I hear her start to falter again, the higher I get. I push her dress up to her hips as I reach the highest part on the inside of her thigh, the clean scent of her arousal penetrating my senses and spiking my dick to full intensity.
When I deliver a sharp nip to the delicate flesh, she moans and stops playing. “Keep going, Red,” I mumble against her leg.
“Oh forget the damn song, Cade!” She puts the guitar down next to her, rips my hat off my head and threads her fingers in my hair.
I chuckle when she tries forcing my mouth closer to the sweet spot between her legs and she moans in frustration when I resist. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“You know what. You’re being mean,” she grumbles and exerts more force, her fingers pulling hard enough that the sting in my scalp almost makes me come in my fucking pants.
“Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”
She whimpers and thrusts her hips closer to my mouth. “I want your mouth on me. I want you to do to me what you did that night back in Iraq, it was the best…”
She trails off with a gasp when I rip her satin panties from her body, and waste no time diving into the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted in my fucking life.
“Oh god, yes!”
Fuck I love how loud she is.
She pulls my hair roughly and her back arches, bringing her pussy closer to my mouth as my tongue devours her hot, wet flesh. I groan in approval when she lets her knees fall open, giving me complete access. Her cries of pleasure make my dick harder than I thought possible. I lick her swollen nub, feeling it getting harder by the second, and know she’s close to coming already. And thank god for that, because I feel close to coming just from the taste of her.
“Oh god, Cade, I’m going to come.”
I growl against her flesh and insert one finger in her tight, hot entrance then suck her swollen clit between my lips which causes her to shatter. Her legs clamp my head, muffling the sound of her screams, while I drink in every last bit of pleasure that spills from her. I don’t ease up until I feel her legs start to go lax.
