“Feeling’s mutual,” she simply said.
His fingers slid along the cleft of her ass as his cock stroked her inner walls. When her panting escalated and her body tensed, he dipped one finger into the tight hole while thrusting into her. She came instantly, her body shaking, her pussy squeezing him tight.
Everything inside of Sam erupted and he came with a jerk of his hips and a sharp tremor through his body.
And the very definitive realization that he’d been right about this woman and his feelings for her all along.
This was no mere crush.
* * * * *
Sky snuggled close to Sam later and reveled in the contentment that seeped through her veins. Sated was one thing. Deliriously happy was another.
As he stroked her hair while her head rested on his chest, he said, “You sounded great tonight at the bar. Like you’re still on a stage every night.”
She yawned and told him, “I get a lot of practice, singing in the shower every morning.”
The stroking of her hair stopped. He asked in a serious tone, “You think you’re just a dime a dozen?”
“I’m not the only girl in Texas who can hum a few notes.”
Several moments of silence ensued. She knew him well enough now to know when something weighed on his mind.
Sure enough, he said, “You’re more talented than that. And it doesn’t take your CMA to prove it.”
She propped herself up on an elbow and stared at him in the moonlight. “You know I won a Country Music Award?”
“Best Female Artist of the Year. Reese told me. And three of your singles, along with the CD, hit number one on the charts.” He rolled onto his side and gazed at her. “So why, exactly, did you tell Gus tonight that you’re a one-hit wonder?”
“Oh that.”
She flopped onto her back and stared at the shadows flickering across the ceiling.
“Yeah, that,” Sam said.
Sky’s teeth ground together. Then she confessed, “I said it because it’s true. Think about it. I made one CD. One movie. I danced in the chorus line of one Broadway and one Vegas show. Professionally speaking, I only ever do something just once.”
“Why?” he challenged.
Sky’s eyes squeezed shut for a moment. She said, “Fear of a sophomore slump? I don’t know.”
She let out a long breath. Then she rolled onto her side to face him again.
“I did stuff everyone else said I should do. You should be a singer. You should be an actress. You should be a dancer. Okay. Easy enough. I mean, I did all of that in high school. I was the lead in choir, the captain of the dance team and every time the drama club put on a play, I had the lead female role and they actually scheduled our performances around my other dancing and singing commitments. My understudies prayed to God I’d catch pneumonia or fall down a flight of stairs, because otherwise, they weren’t ever hitting the stage in my stead.”
She groaned. “I can’t even begin to explain why I ended up as everyone’s hopeful be-all-end-all in Wilder, Texas. Especially since I came up so short in my mind. But for some reason, they all thought I’d be this great success story—and believe I am to this day. They all had their own ideas for what I should do with my life, regardless of my own personal feelings about the matter.”
“Who’s they?” he asked.
“My family. My friends. Even people I only knew in passing.”
“Lot of pressure there, darlin’,” he said in an empathetic tone.
“Yes.” She thought about all of the you should do this suggesti
ons she’d dealt with her entire life and said, “All I ever really wanted to do, after my mama died, was bake. It was kind of a weird sensation that hit me. I used to love sitting at her kitchen counter, watching her whip up a batch of anything while aimlessly chatting away.”
Sky smiled at the memory.