Free Dom Wars Round Three by Lucian Bane Page A

to a stand-still.
    I noticed a guitar propped beside the chair and a worn harmonica on the table. I gestured to them. "That was you playing?"
    He eyed me, one brow lower than the other in distrust. "You play?"
    " Nah. Never had the talent or the discipline to learn."
    " I can sing." Steve waved a hand from his rigid perch on the edge of the couch. "I even know some blues."
    God, did he have to wear that freaky ass smile now?
    Mr. Sennat turned his full attention to Steve. "Is that right?" Mr. Sennat took up his guitar and harmonica like he was answering a challenge. "What you know, white boy?" He blew into his harmonica.
    " Let's see." Steve looked up at the ceiling and began calling out names I didn't recognize. But the black man sure did. He gave a hint of a grin and started playing. And then Steve began to sing. Holy fuck! Did Steve ever. Begin. To sing.
    Tara and I exchanged glances and burst out laughing at how fucking amazing he was. Why was he driving? Wow! The black guy's eyes were lit up on him as he played and Steve sang his heart out, sang like he'd done it all his life and could finally breathe again.
    After the song, Mr. Sennat burst out laughing and set his guitar and harmonica down. "Boy you sure you ain't got some black in yo blood? Where the hell you learned to sing like that?"
    Steve joined in his laughter with an eager nod that jiggled his chin fat. "My father was a minister. And on the weekends, well…I liked to misbehave a little."
    Mr. Sennat shook his head and got up. He went to a cabinet and came back with a huge stoneware jug and some old tin cups and set them on the table. "I do believe this calls for a little celebration." He howled in raucous laughter as he put the cups down and filled them to the top.
    I took the cup he handed to me and stared at the dark red liquid.
    "I made it myself. Muscadine wine." He sat with his own cup. "I'm known for it around these parts. How I make my livin."
    I peered speculatively into the cup again, a little doubtful. I wasn 't about to insult the man's hospitality, though. I took a small taste and was surprised at how smooth it was. I nodded at Tara who eyed me. "It's good."
    She tried some herself and mmmed. "Mr. Sennat, this is good!"
    His face fell. "Call me Dale. Nobody calls me that anymore," he mumbled.
    " Oh, ok. Dale." She lifted her cup to him. "This is good."
    Dale and Steve got busy playing while Tara and I drank. Tara was on her third cup when I stopped her. "Oh my God, it's good! Let's dance!" She pulled me up from the couch while Dale and Steve played on. The opportunity to touch her and hold her was more than I could resist and so I took her in my arms and decided to show her a side to myself she didn't know. With my hand pressed at the bottom of her back, I held her against my leg and began moving her in an erotic rhythm.
    " Ohhhh, my goodness you can dance! Figures."
    " It does?" I wrapped my other arm around her waist and put my mouth at her ear. "Why does that figure?"
    She giggled. "Because you're so good in bed."
    I smiled and moved my leg, forcing her hips to follow. "You're perceptive, love."
    She gave another throaty laugh. "And you're so sexy."
    " Am I?" My heart thundered in my chest and dick as I turned her so that my back faced the audience. "Tell me all about it."
    " Mmm. Just…the way you move. Your hips."
    " You mean when I fuck you? You like the way I move my hips?" I lifted her leg along mine and dipped her back, making her squeal and laugh before bringing her back close to me, my mouth again at her ear. "Or you mean when I hit that sweet spot inside you, the one that makes you call my name."
    Her fingers slid up into my hair. "Yes. That. And…when you… pound into me, that's a dead give-away that you can dance."
    I had to laugh at that. "Dead giveaway, huh?" I swayed our hips side to side. "You're not so bad yourself baby."
    " Pffft. I suck and you know it."
    " God yes, you do suck. So fucking good, too." I pushed her face aside,