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objected to the condom so he’d given in. The lack of a barrier made it even harder for him to hold back. He could have come three times in her since she started fucking him, but wanted so badly to hear her sing again before he did.
    The lilting melody came a moment later, and this time he was sure there were actual words to the song. They were unfamiliar to him, but unmistakably sweet, spilling from her lips. He sensed from the intensity of her shudders and her gaze that the song meant something personal to her. Before he could process the thought and voice his wonder, she clenched so tightly around him he was unable to hold back. His balls tightened and his climax exploded inside her, the hot stream of his semen pulling from somewhere even deeper inside him, as though the energy of the entire universe had chosen him as a conduit to flow through his body and into hers.
    Evie’s head flew back as she worked herself atop him, her smooth neck a perfect, beautiful line undulating from the sounds still coming from deep inside her. Finally, the song faded to nothing but an echo, and then only the sounds of their heavy breathing were left in the room.
    She let out a soft sigh and sank down to his chest again, humming with contentment when he wrapped his arms around her.
    “Wow,” he said, then chuckled at himself for his lack of any larger vocabulary at the moment.
    “Stratosphere?” she asked, smiling up at him again.
    “I think we must be in another galaxy entirely, after that. And that song… it was so beautiful. What did it mean?”
    She shrugged, the movement causing her breasts to shift pleasantly against his chest. “Just an old song I knew from when I was a kid in Budapest.”
    “It sounded like a sad song. What was it about?”
    She remained quiet for a moment, then her back rose and fell as she let out a long, heavy breath.
    “It’s a love song, of sorts, but a sad one. About all the things a girl would do for her old lover, if she hadn’t let him go to war and lost him.”
    He only managed a short “hmm” around the sudden tightness in his chest. The war was something he’d managed thus far to avoid thinking about, in spite of the mounting protests throughout the country. The ominous clack-clack of the Draft Board’s typewriter updating his classification reverberated in his memory.
    “1-A,” the new copy proclaimed, which meant, “available for military service.”
    Marcus was no longer a student, having finished his degree just a few months earlier. He had few living relatives and no dependents. His mother was healthy and well-off enough on her own that it wouldn’t be a hardship for her if he were drafted. So with the situation in Vietnam escalating, it was only a matter of time. Marcus didn’t believe in the war, but he believed in honor and duty. He had intended to enlist the following week, anyway, to preempt the inevitable. Now, he wasn’t so sure.
    He wrapped his arms tighter around Evie’s body, trying to ignore the dread that had settled in his gut and instead focus on how amazing it felt to have her in his arms. He’d told a little bit of a fib to her earlier—he’d been listening to her sing for weeks, but had only today worked up the courage to approach her. Still, he’d been too big a coward to speak to her directly in front of the two musicians she sang with, and was supremely relieved when she divulged that they were, in fact, her brothers. He still couldn’t quite wrap his mind around that. They were both large, well-built men with long, black hair. They certainly resembled each other enough for him to believe they were brothers, but compared to Evie’s delicate frame with her small features and shining brown hair, the men could have been from another planet and he’d have believed it.
    “Something’s bothering you,” she whispered, sliding off him and propping her head on one hand by his side. She left her other hand resting on his sternum, toying with the thicket of