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And most importantly, we have one another.
We finish our meal and move to the living room as I stoke a fire. I pull out the guitar and start to strum along to an old-fashioned country western song I always loved. I wasn’t lying when I said I’m not the most skilled of guitarists, but a good country riff isn’t as hard as some death metal guitar wankery. We just need something to sing along to.
“I see where you’re going. Keeping it old-school, huh?” she says as she listens to my opening.
“It’s what we both know, no?”
“I am not complaining.”
She follows along, just like you’d expect the daughter of a choir director to. We start with the old Johnny Cash and June Carter duet of “Jackson,” giggling and enjoying ourselves through it all.
We warp that into Loretta Lynn and Conrad Twitty’s “Louisiana Woman, Mississippi Man.” We’re both Burly born and bred, but the words still ring true with us.
Our joy continues, our songs resonating louder and louder as we lean into one another, singing into one another’s faces. Neither of us care, just wanting to be closer and closer.
Until the inevitable kiss happens. Suddenly, the guitar doesn't matter anymore. I’m not so reckless as to throw a delicate wooden instrument aside, but still, I move to place it on its stand as quickly and carefully as I can. I have more pressing issues I want to attend to.
Her lips on mine, for instance.
It’s the inevitable outcome. It’s what she wanted all along, damn near telling me as much back in the gazebo.
She’s so delectable. I hate to compare her to the meal I just made, since I really am quite proud of what I did there, but damn, is she delicious. Her tongue wraps around mine. It makes goosebumps appear all over. Cadence has been here all night, being all bashful and tempting, and it really took some iron will for me to not strip her down and bend her over something as soon as she entered this cabin.
I could have had her hours ago if I wasn’t such a gentleman.
Maybe I do deserve a girl like Cadence Landon after all.
“Take me, Carter. My entire body is on fire right now. Every single fiber of my being wants you.”
“It’s been so hard to resist you. You’re making me crazy, babe. You’re too sweet to be real, you know that?”
“I’m right in front of you, Carter. You’re welcome to see how real I am.”
She’s real alright. Every curve of her body, every sinful look she gives me, everything about her fills me with greater need. I push the straps of her dress down, those gentle curves guiding it down. She sheepishly helps them drape down her body, undoing her bra to let those delectable breasts of hers fall free as well.
They’re warm to the touch and sexy, and I can’t help but notice her shudder pleasurably from my embrace. She continues to shimmy her dress down, coyly showing me just how intensely she wants this. I pull the dress over her hips, leaving her in only her panties. Her nervousness is clear, but she keeps a smile on her face, not wanting to give me any reason to stop what I’m doing.
I unbutton my shirt and strip down for her too, knowing she’s wanted this for a damn long time. Her eyes roll over my entire bare chest, focusing on the tattoo on my right arm, rolling up and down over it.
“So that’s what that is. I was always curious, always just seeing pieces of it.”
I flex my arm. “This?”
“Yeah. What’s it mean?”
A heart. A skull. Entwined in barbed wire. I had gotten it shortly after I turned eighteen when I was still overwrought with teenage angst and Dad couldn’t legally stop me anymore. “Me being a little edgelord, mostly. I got it as a tribute to my mother, and I didn’t just want the cliche heart with a ribbon that says ‘Mom’ on it. I wanted to show how I felt about her, even when she’s gone.”
“That’s sweet, not edgelord in the slightest, Carter.”
“Don’t know if I agree. But I guess I still believe what it represents. Love what you love with all your heart, because you never know when it might be gone.”
She solemnly nods. “Words to live by.”
“I guess I should live by them, then. I want to love you to the fullest, Cadence. We might be gone tomorrow, or a hundred years from now, but I will fully appreciate you for as long as you’re with me.”
“I’m hearing a whole lot of talking and not a whole lot of appreciating.”
Chuckling, I kiss her, running my hand down her body, my fingers sliding around her curves and feeling how her flesh reacts to every little bit of my touch. I grow more and more enraptured by her by the moment, and I continue to strip myself down too. We discarded our shoes long ago, and there are fewer and fewer garments remaining between us. I shake my slacks off, leaving me in only my boxers.
