Red Hot Blues (22 page)

He kept thrusting. Pumping.

I held him.

The storm raged, exploded, howled, whirled.
The air thrummed with electric fire and coolness.

But my skin was hot, Ace’s chest on mine was
hot.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

And, still, he thrust.

The second orgasm came much later, after he’d
been pushing inside me for so long that physiology gave way. How
long had it been?

I don’t know.

I’d been elsewhere, in that world of love
where there’s nothing. No storm. No grass. No cold. No heat. No
pain. So suffering.

Just love.

Just him.

Inside me.

The second orgasm was the best thing I’ve
ever experienced. Because it wasn’t all physical. It was an
emotional connection. And I didn’t put myself down for feeling it.
I
let
myself feel it. Let myself get taken away by the
emotion completely.

Let myself
trust.

I let him in, in all ways possible.

I trust him.

I love him.

By the end of the second orgasm, I was more
relaxed. Back down to earth. I could feel the shiver of the rain,
and the heat between our bodies.

I could also look at him.

So that’s what I did.

I watched him, grimacing occasionally because
of his ribs. I ran my hand over the mat of his hair. Watched his
eyes tighten and squeeze as he worked me violently below, trying to
get release himself, but it never came.

He moved in a blur, in and out of me,
desperate, yearning, needing.

His taut muscles glowed under the rain. Drops
of water fell from the top of his head, his nose, down his
chain.

And onto my bouncing breasts.

He roared. Thumping. His arms on either side
of my ears. His chest hard and masculine.

I kept my legs up, felt him move inside me.
Felt him comfort me.

I ran my fingers down his chest, then on the
tattoo on his right arm, down to his abs.

He pumped. And pumped. And pumped.

And then he stopped pumping, held himself
deep
inside me. His eyes opened. His lips parted just
slightly. “Oh god.” It was a whisper. “Oh yeah.”

“Come in me, baby. Come inside me. Come
inside me.”

I wanted to feel him in me. All of him.

And then, a long and protracted sound:
“Oh...
yeeeeeeeah
.”

And I felt his warmth.

He fell on me, raged wildly into me, wouldn’t
stop.

Not caught in the stupor of pre-orgasmic
delirium, I experienced all of it awake and alert.

It was beautiful, feeling him shatter in my
arms, just like he had shattered all that time ago, outside the
Blues Bar.

That had been a low moment.

This was a high moment.

I held him, rubbed his hair, let him pump and
slam into me. His warmth filled me, and I felt the pulsing throbs
of his sudden hardness as he thrust and held himself deep inside me
while it all escaped him. I said, “Yes!” every time he entered me.
“Yes, baby. Oh, yes. Oh, yes!”

And he said, “Oh god,
yeah.
Yeah,
Gin! Yeah!
”

Our sounds were carried by rain, by thunder,
by winds.

And we contributed to them.

In the end, when it was all finished, when he
was smiling and I was smiling and our lungs had been freed up and
we could breathe more easily—we stayed there, let the rain cover
us. There was no better place to be. No better place to go.

We were right where we wanted to be.

We were with each other.

I’m not afraid. What happens will happen. I’m
confident. I’m sure of myself.

And I love him.

And if he decides to be an asshole to me,
I’ll put him in his place, because he needs me as much as I need
him. And if I pick up a little extra weight on my hips, he’s gonna
have to deal. Because it’s not about that. It’s about who I am, and
what I mean to him.

And how damn sexy my “tits” look in a
plus-size negligee.

So there.

“It’s great to be back here at the Blues Bar
in Nashville. I been gone a long time—”

“We remember you, baby!” some girl screams
from the gallery.

I smile up at her. Politely.

“I wrote this song for a girl I love. A girl
who taught me not to run. This girl y’all see right here, standing
next to me. This sexy,
sexy
fox who I owe my life to.”

The same girl above: “
You’re
sexy,
Ace!”

A dude from below: “Gin, when you’re done
with him, I’ll be here!”

Me: “It’s great to see such a great crowd
here, even though the weather’s broken and it’s really cold
outside. Well, lemme stop talking, and let’s start singing. A-one,
a-two, a-one, two, three, four—”

Gin, on the rocks.

Gin, my lady fox.

Ginger, cool as ice.

Ooh, my sexy baby, you lookin so nice.

Gin, hot as coal.

Gin, you burnin my soul.

Ginger, cool blue eyes.

Gin, oh my sugar, please don’t tell me no
lies!

She swings her hips. Looks bad and cool.

She licks her lips. I’m such a fool.

’
Cause, sugar-baby, you’re bad for
me.

She’s so good lookin that I’m strugglin to
breathe!

I got home one night, dirty and tired.

Saw my baby Gin lying there, sexy an’
inspired.

She curled her finger to me, called me to
her side.

But when I got there, honey, she turned away
and I almost died!

She swaggered her hips.

She licked her lips.

She turned and glared at me.

She said, “Don’t play no tricks!”

I almost begged.

I was...down on my knees.

I said, “Ginger, baby, honey-bunny—

You killin me by bein’ such a tease!”

Yow! Ginger, on the rocks.

Ginger, you such a fox.

Gin, sugar honey, you blow my mind.

I can’t see when you’re around
because....you got such a sexy bee-hind!
(drums, heavy
guitar.)

Gin, on the rocks.

Gin, my lady fox.

Ginger, cool as ice.

Ooh, my sexy baby, you lookin so nice.

Ginger comes in:

Ooooooooooooh-ah!

Ooooooooooooh-ah!

Ace:

“
Oh, yeah, baby. Swing them hips
.”
(She does.)

“
Swing em honey, oh god you’re so
sexy!
”

Ginger, on the rocks.

(Ooooooooooh-ah!)

Ginger, you such a fox.

(Ooooooooooh-ah!)

Gin sugar honey, you blow my mind.

I can’t see when you’re around
because....you got such a sexy bee-hind!
(drums, heavy
guitar)

(Major guitar solo, piano solo, drum
solo)

Ginger, on the rocks.

(Ooooooooooh-ah!)

Ginger, you such a fox.

(Ooooooooooh-ah!)

Gin sugar honey, you blow my mind.

I can’t see when you’re around
because....you got such a sexy bee-hind!

(All instruments at once now! Drum-roll!
Guitar! Piano! Drums-again!)

Bam! Bam! Bam!

And the crowd—goes—wild.

“Encore! Encore! Encore!”

To those of you who know Nashville better
than I do, if I made mistakes, I’m sorry. But that’s the cool thing
about fiction, we get to make things up as well. :)

There was so much more that I learned about
in Nashville, so many beautiful details, so many amazing places and
things to see, people to meet, that putting them all in this book
while maintaining the pace of the story, was impossible. Maybe I’ll
add them in another book.

I am indebted, of course, to everyone I met
there. Locals, out-of-towners, everyone. The Virginia stuff was all
made up. The Nashville locations, bars, scenery, were all based on
real places.

You should check out that Blues Bar one day.
The inspiration for this entire story came from that bar, and
watching the magnificent upcoming artists playing on an Open Jam
night (which actually happens on a Monday, not a Tuesday). The
entire story came to me one night while I was sitting there,
entranced by all these amazing musicians, sipping on great
Tennessean Honey Whiskey.

I would imagine the only other place cooler,
for a blues lover, would be Memphis. That’s on my travel to-do
list.

If you’re interested in books where the
location plays a big role, try out another book of mine,
Like
You
, which is based in Frankfurt, Germany, another place I’ve
researched to the max by actually visiting and walking the streets
of until my feet hurt. Then doing it again the next day. The
Truthful Lies
trilogy is set in New York (Brooklyn.)

I hope you enjoyed this story. Most of all, I
hope you loved Gin and Ace. Location aside, that’s what the story
was really all about.

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Love,

R

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