“Business was good though, right?”
“Yes, but I don’t want to talk about business.”
Moving her arms, she kisses my belly. My legs tense around her as she moves down, nuzzling into my groin.
“Somebody missed me,” I joke, spreading my legs.
“You have no idea. One of the new clauses is that you and I are never to spend more than a week apart.”
“I like that clause.”
“Gene can’t wait to get you into the studio. He also thinks you should record the third song as a single.”
“Shut the front door.”
“Oh, it’s happening.”
“I’m sure he’ll change his mind as soon as y’all get me in the studio for this one.”
“Doubt it, Kin. You’re gonna hafta accept the fact that you’re pretty amazing. Sorry, not sorry.”
I drop my head back, grinning like an idiot. “I just can’t believe I’m actually going to be on a country music record,” I say, inhaling sharply as she noses between my folds.
“Wait till you sing on the Opry stage for the first time,” she says, diving in.
Between the magic of what her tongue is doing and the news she just dropped, my brain breaks.
“Hold up, wait,” I say, pushing at her head. “What do you mean, sing on the Opry stage? That’s ridiculous.”
She licks her lips, leering at me. “No, it’s not. “Roots and Sky” is going to smash records, and you’re the reason why. You deserve to be up there, so you will be. Mark my words.”
When she dips back below, I decide I can worry about that later because I missed my woman, and she’s reminding me why. Her broad tongue licks the length of me, stopping to swirl and tease my clit. She sucks at my inner labia, thumbing me, entering me with her fingers, keeping me on edge.
Finally, when I groan in frustration and need, she circles my clit with her lips and sucks hard. I arch from the bed, trusting that she knows exactly what I need. Her strong hands smooth up and down my thighs, sending more sensations streaking up through my spine and down to my toes.
Whining, shivering, I come quickly and inelegantly. I give myself a few breaths to catch up, then grab her, pushing her down against the bed as I return the favor. Once we’re both boneless and satisfied, wrapped in each other’s arms, me sucking on one of her nipples, we both let out an amused chuckle.
“What are you laughing at?” I ask, biting down just a little.
Mac jolts and then moans into the sensation.
“I…” she starts, losing her words as my thumb circles her clit. “I was just laughing because it took a series of mini-strokes to get this lucky, and I wouldn’t change a damn thing.”
I nod, kissing down her body to savor her taste on my tongue. Working her over, spinning her up.
“Fuck, you’re about to make me come again.”
“And again and again and again,” I chant as she pulses under my tongue and fingertips.
And for the rest of my life if she’ll have me.
Epilogue
KINLEY
I’ve donethis a fair few times now, but standing next to Mac on stage in front of a packed audience never gets less daunting. Especially if that audience is full of country music superstars. I begged Mac to let me out of this, but just like she ignored me for the Opry, she’s ignoring me now for the Country Music Awards.
She says it’s for my own good, and she does have a pretty good track record of that. She was right about playing at the Opry. I’ll never forget the feeling or that it’s a privilege afforded to few people.
