Brose and Mandy finally connect.
LACED IN YOUR LEATHER, by Janina Grey
As the music faded, the singer gave a slow whistle and said to the nearly emptied bar, “How ‘bout one more song for the lovebirds? Let’s give it up for those two.” A spotlight flashed over Brose and Mandy, the only people still standing on the dance floor. “How ‘bout a little fuel for that fire ya’ll got burning to keep warm on the ride home. We’re gonna end the night with Ride, another one by good ole Chase.”
“Embarrassing,” Mandy murmured, attempting to pull Brose back to their table.
Instead of following her lead, Brose tugged her back into his arms, smoothing her rigid spine to relax in his embrace. It was her turn to murmur her contentment. As if in response to the suggestion offered by the lyrics, the couple swayed a little bit more, moved a little bit more, and explored a little bit more as a few catcalls and whistles sounded from the remaining onlookers.
Curling his forefinger under her chin, Brose found the catch that buckled her knees as his lips caressed her neck just below her dangly silver earring. It had been a long while since he kissed a girl, and right now he was ready to do way more than steal a smooch. He caught her gaze and whispered, “I sure wanna kiss you.”
“Yeah? Well, you’d be the first cowboy I ever kissed.” She tilted her face upward in offering, her eyes locked on his in invitation, her response breathless and coaxing.
The tacky disco ball glowing overhead sent rainbow sparkles across her face, catching her eyes ever so often so they reflected silver fire on the low-lit dance floor. Brose didn’t want the moment to end. He leaned in closer, head dipped, dropped his gaze from the molten desire simmering in her eyes to the way her lips parted ever so slightly, beckoning.
Her scent of jasmine reminded him of back home and he knew her kiss would rekindle that flame he thought had been extinguished years ago. It wasn’t about the sex, it was about the intensity beneath, behind, below the conversation two bodies have when making love. It was the silent connection, the intertwining of soul with soul that he longed for—a longing he tossed away years ago when Angelica slipped from his life.
They were suspended in time, and the infinity that passed as he dipped his head to caress her lips with his was forever etched in the channels of time, as one of the greatest moments Brose would experience in his life. One of. The best happened a breath later when Mandy Barbara Jacobs and Brose Morgan connected beneath the kiss, beneath his hands on her hips, beneath her hands curled around his nape as they rested on his shoulders.
On the surface, it was a kiss.
But deep within, it was a soul agreement where Brose and Mandy found each other. Forever.
They just didn’t know it yet.
Janina Grey 