A Love
for a Lifetime
By
S.G. McKinley
A Love for a Lifetime
Copyright 2012 S.G. McKinley
Published by Sharon Watson
Smashwords Edition
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Chapter 1
With a low moan, the man said to her, “Relax, little one. I know you’re nervous, but I’ll help you get over that.”
His fingertips traveled gently over her flat abdomen, while lips kissed trails of fire along Shay’s soft cheeks as he whispered low, “There you go; isn’t that much better? You lay back and let me make you feel good.”
Shay closed her eyes and muttered softly, “I want to make you feel wonderful, too. I want to hold you close to me and never let you go.”
The man with her looked rugged, handsome, with deep dimples in his face. His pale azure eyes drilled into her dark green ones, making her get lost inside his soul. She didn’t know his name; only that he’s the one she wants to spend the rest of her life with. His large hands moved down her soft curves; his fingertips smoothing over her chest.
“You’re so beautiful, Shay. I can’t get enough of you. I want to hold you and keep you with me.”
Shay sighed, telling him, “I’m not going anywhere. I intend to stay by your side as long as you want me.” Her small hands continued to roam over his muscular physique.
She struck a deep blaze inside his loins that he couldn’t put out. As he moved his hand lower, easing it over one of her legs, Shay abruptly cried out, sitting bolt upright in the middle of her bed.
Looking around her room, she realized that once again she dreamed the same thing she has been for weeks. Who is the man in her heart, and will she ever meet him?
“Shay, it was only a dream; get a grip,” she mumbled to herself as she slowly crawled out of bed, going to the bathroom.
She rubbed her hands over her eyes, longing for the dream to stop haunting her. The man in her sleep looked gorgeous…powerful. Why is he in her psyche?
“Maybe I fabricated him from the soap operas or westerns I love to watch. Or possibly, I got the idea from the sports shows I’ve spent hours watching on TV. Wherever he came from, I adore him. That much I’m sure of.”
Taking a cool shower, Shay dressed in some sweats and a t-shirt.
“I think I will work on stories today. I have a lot of projects lined up, and I’m way behind already,” she mumbled to herself. Shay went to get a glass of soda and finally settled at her desk.
After a few hours of writing and preparing documents, she stood and stretched.
“Geez…I’m a little hungry. Instead of finding something at the house, I think I’ll go out to eat and maybe do some shopping to clear my mind. The excursions to town always do seem to help a tiny bit.”
Shay grabbed her jacket and gloves and ventured out for a while. When walking out the door, she smiled at seeing the rain falling, loving the smell afterwards.
Driving to the town mall, Shay walked inside, browsing the stores and eateries. The bookstore held her interest the most, therefore she ambled on over to check out the true crime literature and magazine rack.
Shay has a few books published and wants a new inspiration. When she immersed herself in one of her writings, she overlooks anything and anyone around her.
‘‘Maybe the bookstore will give me some ideas,’’ she thought to herself.
Shay became lost in the many titles lining the shelves once she entered, knowing where to look for certain books.
Finding a few volumes about horses and a recent crime, she decided, “I need to eat something and come back later for these items. I also need a few groceries for my cabin. I’ll do that on the way home.”
The Pizza Sub seemed as good a place as any to get a little something to eat. Shay took her order and sat at a booth, her mind in a whirl with her bookwork and the dreams she’s been having as of late.
“I wonder where my dreams are coming from? I normally don’t dream about things other than work,” she puzzled over the nightly visions. “They seem so real. I can feel the man as if he really lay next to me, loving me. There are no such men in town, though. This one in my dreams looks perfect!”
Realizing she has been mumbling to herself for a while now, she looked around to make sure no one noticed.
Slowly munching a slice of pizza, Shay continued remembering her dreams in vivid detail; half wishing they would come true, but also afraid of it happening.
Sighing, finishing her pizza and drink, Shay rose and gathered her purse to return to the books she’d spied. After entering the store, she pulled out four volumes, paid for the purchase, and walked out to go to the grocery store.
“Maybe reading these new ones would give me an idea for a story,” she mumbled softly. This habit of hers of talking to herself became too regular.
The rain has picked up since she went into the mall. Laughing, she thought, “I’m going to get soaked,” and she began running out to her car where she wouldn’t get too wet.
It took fifteen minutes to get to the grocery store she used, and she waited until the drops slacked off a little before trying to get inside for her food items.
A few friends were also shopping. One, a girl she knows by the name of Gretta, grinned upon seeing Shay.
“Hey, stranger! Nice to see you out and about and not slaving over those books again. How have you been?”
“Things are good. I’m trying to come up with something new for a book. Got any ideas for me?”
“Nope! Wish I did, though. Gotta run! James is waiting for supper! You know how my husband gets when he’s hungry!”
Laughing, Shay told her, “Yeah, I do remember! Go feed the man so he will be happy!”
Shay started her shopping. After she picked out everything she needed, she scanned the gossip sheets. There seemed anything from aliens, to people spying on stars, and even some saying they’d seen Elvis around.
She smiled to herself, wondering, “Can I come up with some ingenious idea for a new book that will knock the socks off of readers? The gossip sheets seem to always have something to write about.”