Her Younger Man (A Country Music Romance): a Renny and Rachel Romance (10 page)

“So. Okay.”

“Okay? You’re saying what is okay exactly?”

“We’ll see what happens.”

“You’re sure?”

“I think so,” I said, repeating Ren’s words.

“You better not be playing with my emotions Rachel Drake, you know how sensitive I am.”

“I do. I will never play with your emotions, I promise.”

“Good.”

He pulled me to him and kissed me lightly before putting his hand on my hair and increasing the intensity. Ooo, I was so gone, so in trouble, so happy.

When we finally parted, I grabbed his remarkable ass.

“So, if I can’t play with your emotions, can I at least play with your body?”

“You want to play with my body? Now? After all that?”

“I do. And I am sure about it.”

“Well, I guess, if you’re sure about it.”

I was. And I did. And all I will say is that Renny Taylor’s body is a hell of a playground.

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I have always loved the sound of rain on the roof. To me it is the most peaceful sound in the world and has always made me feel safe.

Renny and I spooned in my small double bed, happy and calm, letting the rain lull us to sleep. I knew he had to leave in the morning and that our life together would be a succession of hellos and goodbyes, but it was all worth it for moments like this.

Because Renny is always too warm he had his leg outside the covers wrapped around me. The strength flowing through his arms covered me and his silky curtain of hair covered my face. He took up most of the bed but I didn’t care, I’d sleep in the tour bus bunk beds with this man. Hell, I’d slept in tents with scorpions all around and bombs going off too close for comfort. A sexy, younger man was much, much better.

I fell asleep easily, drained of all my misery and satiated with happiness. I woke to Renny moving beside me. I cracked open my eyes but there was no light showing so I knew it wasn’t time for him to leave. I still had my back to him and was so sleepy that what happened next took me by surprise and felt like a dream all at the same time.

His hands slowly caressed my breasts and then moved to my belly and below. We were both naked so there was no coyness about his touch. I stretched like a cat basking in the sun as he stroked me. He nibbled on the back of my neck and covered my shoulders with tiny kisses. I tried to turn over to face him but he stopped me without a word being spoken. I could hear his breathing become shallower and faster as mine caught up to match him. Just as I felt I could no longer stay silent he moved my top leg back behind me and over his leg as he slipped his hard and ready cock into my swollen, slippery vagina. He moved with grace and assurance but neither of us spoke. The only sound in the room was our in tandem breathing gradually rising to meet each other in sublime passion.

I arched my back as we both shuddered at the same time. For those few precious seconds we were truly one body, moving in a primordial dance of love.

As easily as he had entered he slipped away. I always hated the moment his body released mine and I felt it even stronger at this moment than ever before. I would wear him inside me like a talisman against aloneness if I could.

Unfortunately, the earth does indeed revolve around the sun. The rain had stopped and a bright morning awaited us. I didn’t want to get up and I didn’t really have to. Renny had rented a car to take him to the airport so there was no reason for me to ever leave this cozy little lust haven.

Renny rose, made coffee and brought cups of steaming Joe and bagels into the bedroom.  There are times when the universe is in complete synchronicity and this was one of them. How had I ever thought I could live without this man? How had I done it for 58 years already?

I slid back under the covers and must have drifted for a moment because the next thing I knew Ren was sitting on the side of the bed, freshly showered and dressed. I grabbed his hand, “No,” I said like a petulant child.

“I’ll call tonight and we’ll make plans for you to come to Tennessee for the reunion next month, all right?”

“Are you sure? Meeting the family seems a little premature.”

“I want you to see the Taylor compound.”

“That sounds ominous. I’m not being recruited into a cult, am I? I’ll still go but it would be nice to know.”

“No cult baby girl, just some Southern cooking, lazing by the river and hanging with family, all 105 of them.”

I shot up in bed. “105?”

“If you count the Arkansas tribe which we do or don’t depending on the year. Right now, they are in, so yeah, we hit 105 when Claudia was born.”

“They won’t all be there, will they? I’m not very good with names.”

He laughed, throwing his shaggy mane back. “Just call ‘em all Bubba, no one will know the difference.”

He leaned down to kiss me before whispering, “I gotta go. See you soon.”

Then he was out the door, through the yard and into his rental car. It roared into life taking my love away from me. Sometimes I hate how easily we can move from place to place. Right at the moment a covered wagon seemed like the perfect pace.

I couldn’t linger in bed all day. I had corrections to start on my book, Marlene to update and water to start drinking by the gallon.

I threw on my glamorous chenille robe and slipped into the kitchen. There, in the center of the counter was a folded note with my name on it.

I recognized the writing.

I opened it and tears of pure joy sprang from my eyes. It contained only two words. Short and sweet.

‘I’m sure.’

Me too, Renny, me too.

THE END – FOR NOW …..

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