Beautiful Musician by Sheri Whitefeather Read Free Book Online

sleeping in
the dark, but she danced in the moonlight when no one was looking.
She wore clothes her sister gave her, and she took medicine that
didn’t matter.
    She was the light of my meta-universe
life. Without her, there would be no me. I was Seven because of
her, and she always made me smile.
    If the monsters attacked me, I would
bleed into the ground, giving her what was left of me. Warm and
red. Crimson from my veins. Scarlet from my heart.
    I was hers, and she was
mine.
    When the song ended and I put my
guitar aside, Abby climbed onto my lap, face forward, so we could
look into each other’s eyes.
    “ I love you,” she said,
her voice, her words, spiraling through me. “I think I’ve loved you
from the first moment I saw you, only I was too young to know
it.”
    “ I think it was like that
for me, too.” I scooped my arms around her. This was the kind of
hallucination everyone should have.
    She rocked against me, putting her
mouth to my ear. “Let’s go back to my room. Let’s take off our
clothes and do what people do.”
    Her suggestion made me weak. I wanted
her more than anything, but I knew better than to act too soon. “We
shouldn’t be together like that, Abby.”
    Her chest rose and fell, and her tone
was soft and pleading. “Yes, we should.”
    I inhaled the caramel that permeated
her skin. Desire battled for control, assaulting my senses. “No, we
shouldn’t.”
    “ Why not?”
    “ Because it will make
losing each other worse.”
    “ Can’t we just mess around
a little?”
    “ A little will never be
enough.”
    “ It’s better than not at
all.”
    Angels and fairies and desperate bits
of sex. She was right. To abstain completely would hurt beyond
repair. I lifted her up and carried her out of the den, the lights
flickering behind us.
    “ What’s going to happen in
the morning?” she asked. “When someone from The Manor sees how you
decorated the arbor and finds our half-eaten food and your
guitar?”
    “ Bud and Face are going to
put it back the way it was before morning comes. They’ll pack up my
guitar, too.”
    “ Your song was the most
special song in the world.”
    “ Only because it was for
you.” I’d never talked this way to a girl before. But I meant every
white-hot word I said.
    We reached the gate, and I put Abby
down. I watched her climb over it, thinking what a fine little ass
she had. And now all I wanted was to cup its round perfection in my
hands.
    I followed her over the gate, and we
ran to her window like breathless children, reaching it in record
time.
    Once we were inside her room, the
dance of sweet destruction began.
    “ We’re not going to take
our clothes all the way off,” I said. If we stripped naked, I
wouldn’t be able to hold back. “We’ll get rid of our shirts, but
leave our jeans on.”
    Her cheeks flushed. “So you’re not
going to touch me down there?”
    “ Yeah, I’m going to touch
you there, but I’ll do it with my hand inside your
jeans.”
    The flush got brighter. Pretty and
pink. “That’s how I do it to myself when I fantasize about
you.”
    My vision blurred. My cock flared. I
fantasized about her relentlessly. Sometimes when I was fucking
other women, I imagined that I was inside her, thrusting all the
way to her throat, but I decided not to mention that.
    I removed my shoes and shirt and
waited for Abby to do the same. She went slowly, toying with the
laces on her boots and fussing with the hem of her T-shirt. I
wasn’t about to tell her to hurry. The anticipation aroused me even
more.
    Finally, she stood before me in her
bra.
    I flashed my dirtiest smile. I was
just moments away from taking her to bed and giving her a creamy
orgasm.
    She unhooked her bra. Her breasts were
small, but I’d always believed that more than a mouthful was a
waste.
    I moved forward and tugged her against
me, fusing her nipples to my chest. While we were in that position,
I took the liberty of cupping her ass, just once, the way I