Double Trouble (The Sinful 7 of Delite, Texas 5)

Garret stared at him with annoyance.

“We ain’t running, Keiffer. I’ve got money and a plan and this is far from over. Once I get Sally and have my fun with her, I’m going to send those soldiers a little message of my own. Sally’s dead body.”

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Sally stepped out of the shower and was singing a song she had made up. It was kind of silly, but the last few weeks she hadn’t felt much like singing at all and that was one of her favorite pastimes. She thought about Dixie Chix and open mic night. Maybe when all of this was over, she would get the nerve up to stand onstage and sing a song to the crowd of people. The thought gave her such an amazing feeling inside. This was because of Mason and Steven. Otherwise, she would still be timid and reserved about performing. Then again, the stage was miles away in Delite. Perhaps when faced with the opportunity, she would chicken out.

She dried her body off as she continued to sing her country song. The last few days she had been writing down lyrics for other song ideas and was truly on a roll. It would almost be stupid for her not to try out singing at Dixie Chix. That was one of her dreams, but there was never an opportunity and the fear of failing held her down.

As she entered the bedroom, there was Steven sitting in a chair with his arms behind his head and his eyes closed. He had a smile on his face until she stopped singing.

“What are you doing?” she asked him, feeling embarrassed for getting caught singing. She definitely wasn’t feeling courageous enough to sing in front of a crowd.

“I was listening to an angel sing,” he stated, moving his hands down from behind his head. He placed them palms down on his thighs. Dressed in only a pair of jeans and no shirt, Steven looked delicious.

She felt her cheeks warm as she clutched the towel against her body.

“You have a beautiful voice, Sally. I had no idea that you sang,” Steven told her.

She turned away and walked over toward the bed where she had laid her clothes out to wear. She knew that Mason was downstairs talking with BJ and planning their return home to Delite. She had mixed emotions about it.

“Hey, sweetie, come over here,” Steven told her. She turned toward him and he was leaning forward in the chair, legs parted and muscles automatically flexing from his movement in the chair.

She slowly walked closer and now stood inches from him.

“You seem shy about it. Is singing a secret or something?” He placed his hands on her waist then his palms over the towel and her ass. He moved her closer so she was forced to place her hands on his bare shoulders or fall.

“I don’t know,” she whispered.

“You really do have a beautiful voice.”

“You think so? I mean, I’ve always wanted to sing, but I guess I have stage fright or maybe I’m afraid to fail. I don’t know,” she whispered and he tugged her lower. She knelt down between his legs and laid her p

alms on his thighs. She noticed that his zipper was undone and she could tell he was commando. It ceased to amaze her that neither he nor Mason wore underwear or boxes. At least since they were staying here in the cabin. She felt her cheeks warm again.

“It’s probably a little bit of both. I can tell you that in all honesty, you have a lovely voice. I think that people would love to hear you sing at Dixie Chix. Is that why you run the open mic night?” He caressed her shoulders and her arms. His palms smoothed down to her hands and squeezed them.

He smiled at her as she nodded her head.

“I’m afraid to take the chance, I guess.”

“Kind of like I was afraid to take a chance of falling in love with you. I didn’t want to open up my heart again, after getting hurt so badly.”

She swallowed hard. “I know she hurt you, but that’s over now. You have me.”

“You’re right. She’s in the past. You’re my present and future.”

Sally felt the tinge of jealousy at knowing that some woman hurt Steven and made him fear getting involved with someone else. Instead of freaking out, she wanted to be there for him and let him know how much he meant to her. She smoothed her hands up his thighs and right to his crotch. She felt his cock instantly grow bigger and harder.

She licked her lips as she leaned up to kiss his mouth as she lowered his jeans.

“Her loss and my gain,” she told him then licked his lower lip before pulling it between her teeth and nipping him lightly.

He helped her lower his jeans and then he adjusted his body in the chair, giving her full access to his cock. But she wanted to explore his muscles as she moved her fingertips over each crevice of muscle and skin. “Such a sexy body you have, Steven. I love these muscles and how hard you are,” she whispered, pressing her hands firmly against his muscles then down over his cock.

“Oh sweet Jesus, woman.” He tilted his head back and sighed.

She laid her cheek against his thigh, absorbing the warmth of his skin and the definition of muscles. He caressed her cheek and when his finger moved over her lips, she licked it. He paused it at her mouth, tempting fate, she supposed, and she pulled it into her mouth, ran her tongue around it, then sucked a bit before slowly releasing it.