Free The Rosaries (Crossroads Series) by Sandra Carrington-Smith

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    Melody Bennet was already in bed when she heard Mario open the main door and walk into the house. He worked exceptionally late hours lately, and she was beginning to feel the loneliness of the many evenings she spent alone at the farm. She heard him drop his keys on the small table at the entrance, and go to the kitchen to get some water. He was such a man of routine that Melody knew he was going to use the bathroom next, and then he was going to come upstairs to bed. That was the part of his routine she liked most, and she almost giggled when the shadow of his statuesque body materialized in the darkness of the room. He lay down carefully, afraid to wake her, but she reached out to grab his leg from under the covers and scared the daylights out of him.
    “Melody! You’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days.”
    She laughed and ran her arms around his chest, drawing him closer to herself, deeply inhaling the soft smell of lingering tobacco mixed with his natural scent. “God forbid. What would I do for pleasure if you had a heart attack?”
    “That’s exactly right, Missy. So think about it next time.”
    “Well, there is really only one thing I can think of right now.” She winked in the darkness of the room and wondered if Mario saw that.
    That thought was quickly shot down by the ripples of delight she felt cursing through her body as Mario turned around and kissed her deeply. His hot tongue pushed against the line of her teeth and she eagerly opened her mouth to taste him. His hands cupped her face and then slid down to her breast with the skill of a master. He gently squeezed her nipples between his fingers and she groaned inwardly. She reached out to touch him and shivered when her fingers touched pure steel beautifully wrapped in tanned, glistening skin. He took her nipples in his mouth, and his tongue played with them until Melody arched her body to feel closer to him. As his mouth slid down her stomach and went down to her center of pleasure, Melody felt raw fire rising up inside of her, engulfing her swollen and pulsating core. She exploded into a powerful orgasm, followed by a wave of peace, as Mario gently moved his body on top of her and entered her slowly. He rode her body with passion, and each of his small cries was one more arrow into Melody’s heart. God, she loved him so! When he was finally spent, he remained on top of her for a while, his breathing still hard and his heart thumping furiously against her breasts. She wrapped her arms around him, eager to make this moment last. When he finally rolled off of her she sighed happily.
    “Wow! That was some homecoming.” His breathing was still hard.
    “I love you Mario”
    “And I love you, Melody.” He kissed her lips gently, sealing a wonderful moment he hadn’t expected.
    “I thought you were going to be asleep; it’s past two in the morning.”
    “I started reading a new novel and really got into the story. I had just turned off the light when I heard you coming in.”
    Mario smiled and his white teeth glistened in the darkness of the room. “Well, lucky me, then. I need to send that author a little thank you note.”
    They hugged and fell quickly asleep, their bodies happily spent and their minds thankful that in a world filled with hate, love could still be found.
     
     
    It was three o’clock in the morning, but Lakeisha still could not find sleep. She accurately detailed her report to Sister Justine, and told her about the rosary. Just writing about it brought a strange sensation upon her, and she could swear she had seen something when Natalie took it out of the pouch, but wasn’t sure what. How could Lakeisha have missed that door? The moment she saw the rosary in Natalie’s hand, everything began to make sense to her – finding a job at the Bouvier’s home the moment she got into town was not a coincidence as she had originally thought. What was she supposed to do now? Catherine Bouvier was dead, and