Nashville SEAL: Jameson: Nashville SEALs by Sharon Hamilton Page A

night. Big one too, all the record dudes. Some of these guys you know, man. Polish up your songs. There could be some money in it for you. Wouldn’t it be great if they offered you some green? Might be the easiest sale you ever made, man. Or be a good time to say goodbye, leave the door open in case you change your mind about your career and everything.”
    “I’m not going to change my mind. Besides, I’m married.”
    “So how many married country stars are out there? Lots.”
    “Ask me how many of them are successfully married. Thomas, I gave up all that. It isn’t my lifestyle any longer.”
    “Well, shoot. Here I thought I was doing you a favor, a little payback. Thought you could use some extra cash. You got some good songs, Jameson. What if they wanted to buy a couple off you?”
    Jameson knew it was a long shot. And these things took time, had to be approved and reviewed by layers of execs. He’d be all the way over in Africa before any of that panned out.
    “Remember Conrad Wilson from Sony?”
    “Yes, I do.”
    “He specifically asked about you. Look, I’ll make you a deal. I’ll pay for the ticket. You fly out here Friday morning, and I’ll have you back on the plane Sunday morning. You can get up on stage with me Friday and Saturday nights, and then go get your ass shot off and know you at least gave your singing career one last chance. I’ll pay for everything. Won’t cost you a cent.”
    “I can’t, Thomas. I’ve got other obligations now. It isn’t just up to me. Why would I blow the last weekend with Lizzie to come out there so I could be fondled and gyrated against, and for what? A chance at something I don’t even want anymore?”
    He inhaled as Lizzie came up behind him, opened her robe to her naked body and leaned over him, rubbing her breasts against his shoulders and upper back. She began kissing him slowly down his spine, one vertebra at a time. He heard her cooing and sighing. This was the life for him now. And he was damned lucky to have it.
    “Answer’s no, Thomas. Best of luck, though.” He croaked as Lizzie’s skilled fingers found his shaft and began to massage him, tugging on his balls. “Thanks for asking, though.” He slipped his arm around her waist, moving her to his front. She straddled his lap, and pushed the robe down off her shoulders, where it fell on the floor at their feet. Her breasts were always a sight to behold. Her nipples began to pucker. He bent down and didn’t want to cause noise, so gave her a tender nip, which caused her to jump.
    “Your funeral. Well, I gotta go. There will be some disappointed folks here.”
    He hung up without saying goodbye. She had the fly open on his boxers and was kneeling down on him, her blonde hair glistening all over his lap in the early morning sunlight.
    When she came up for air, his dick was hard and desperate to be seated home, and deep at that. Her pink lips, in contrast, were soft and pliable. She purred like a kitten as she placed her perfect pink cavern over his cock that was protruding from his red, white and blue boxers. He rubbed the length of her sex, looking to get snagged on her opening. And then he was in. Deep.
    They looked at each other as he pressed fully inside her. She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of him. When she opened them again, he helped her move up and down on him, giving her long sweet strokes, pressing on her nub in the process. Her arms rested on his shoulders as she worked her muscles, pulling him inside her, working hard like the pretty little thing she was.
    “So what was that about, sweetheart?” she said through her gentle mewling sounds. Her breath was soft and warm against his ear. “Tell me, sweetheart.”
    All he could think of was getting her back to the bed for a proper lovemaking session and be quick about it so they would not be interrupted when Charlotte got up.
    “Thomas,” he said as his tongue plunged in and out of her mouth. He followed up with nibbling down the