Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
“Ahhh! Ahhh!” Her arms stiffened against him as her core emitted an earth-shattering orgasm. One after another. They rolled back to back, sweeping over her, a feeling so good she never wanted it to cease. She threw her head back and received it, all of it…
“That’s right, baby. That’s right…”
He groaned close as his lunges grew impossibly more demanding, and then, his body stiffened against hers, and he yelled curses as he filled her chasm with velvety warmth. Crisscrossing his arms around her back, he pressed her to him, lurching upward until he’d emptied himself completely inside of her. When his climax subsided, he ran his fingers gently along her upper arms and looked into her eyes. His gaze was as soft as his caress. The two of them stayed that way… him throbbing deep inside of her, and her holding onto him for dearly departed death and new life…
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Grasshoppers and Cigarette Butts
Sarah’s white porch chair squeaked as she leaned back in it, allowing the setting sun to bathe her with its closing rays. The faint sounds of gospel music ebbed from the church a few houses up. Must be havin’ an evening service. She sat on her verandah, a lipstick-stained joint between her ring-adorned fingers, the wispy smoke drifting towards heaven. The air was sweet as it flowed through her long silver and blonde tresses. Her long pink nails shined like bubble gum dipped in grease, freshly painted at her favorite local manicure shop.
In her yard and driveway were parked seven pretty motorcycles. Their owners, her misfit friends, were inside her home, breathing life into the walls with their chatter, laughing, arguing, sleeping, and enjoying life. She loved having a home where everyone felt safe… the place where she and her dearly departed king, the only man she’d been head over heels in love with, once dwelled.
She took a drag of her joint, blew smoke out, then lit a small white birthday candle that was jammed into a tiny grocery store cupcake.
“I miss ya so much, Kane. I wish you were here with me right now so we could celebrate in style. Happy birthday, baby. Blow out your candle,” she whispered, then dabbed her eye with a napkin, rolling hard with her emotions.
To her left was a large, old wooden cup filled with Scotch whisky and Drambuie. A Rusty Nail, his favorite drink. She looked towards the sky as Wings’, ‘Silly Love Songs’ played. Her tarot deck with the golden edges was spread across an old card table, warm from her touch and blessed from her spirit guides. Sage and incense burned, and a large crystal was neatly spaced on a towel depicting the phases of the moon.
She looked down at the cards once again, all splayed out from a recent reading. This wasn’t on the behalf of one of her clients, however. Not a customer asking about a new lover, trouble at the job, or some ex-boyfriend who’d moved on and left them behind. She crossed her legs and rocked her foot, making her purple, red and green leisure gown sway as she moved about. A little jingly noise caused by her layered gold bangles and anklets, tingled her skin. She shook her head in disbelief at the way the cards read, then grabbed her ashtray and placed her joint in it.
“Kane, ain’t this some shit?” She laughed miserably. “You know me… I’m not the sort of lady to overreact and get excited for no reason. I’m prayin’ you can hear me. Some say you can’t hear me ’cause you aren’t in heaven, but I know better.” She smiled sadly. “You were a good man. A flawed man, but a good man, nevertheless. God’s got you, for sure. You never hurt anyone who didn’t hurt you first. You believed in fairness. Folks that say you were mean as a rattlesnake didn’t know the true you… I did. I talk to you every day, but sometimes I’m not sure you’re listening. You definitely need to listen up today. This is important, birthday boy. And yes, I still want to find your killer. My daddy swears up and down he ain’t have nothin’ to do with it. I know that my daddy is a liar, but somethin’ tells me he might be tellin’ the truth about this.
“Besides, if he’d done it, I think you woulda showed that to me by now. Kane, I’ve got a funny feeling. Now I will admit that I don’t know everything.” She held up her hands. “I get clues, a lot of indications and spiritual downloads. Just like I knew that you and I were going to have a baby the first time I ever laid eyes on ya. And I knew that baby was gonna be somethin’ special. When I told you I was pregnant, I thought you were gonna hit the roof. Instead, you were so damn happy! You called up your buddies and told anyone who would listen. You were so excited, and you hoped it would be a boy. You said ’cause you wanted a little girl to be the youngest, and that you wanted one of each, figurin’ your son could watch over his sister. Well, we ain’t get that far, now did we, baby?” She grabbed the drink, took a sip, and set it down.