Worthy of the Harmony (Mountains & Men Book 2) (5 page)

Then again, if it wasn’t me, it would have been someone else. I suppose what Sage said is true. Judging by Keith’s character, it wasn’t really much of a loss.

“Maybe,” he says, interrupting my thoughts. “We’ll see who turns up for auditions this week.”

“What about Wren? Why can’t he stay?”

“He used to play with us, back when we first started,” he begins to explain, his fingers starting up again. “Wren was in the same class as Derrick, that’s how we got hooked up. He played with us for about a year or so and then he got his girl knocked up.” Sage shrugs, as if to imply that it’s no big deal. “He split on account of it was time for him to settle down. The guy got a full-time gig, got married; he does the dad thing more than anything else now. Obviously, he’s still got it. Wren’ll fill in for us when we’re in a pinch. It’s happened a couple of times—fucking curse of the bass slot. Anyway, he’s good people, but he won’t stay.”

“Mmmmm,” I hum my understanding and then rest my head on his shoulder once more. “So he went to school with Derrick?”

“College, yeah.”

“CSU? Did they graduate?” I ask, genuinely curious.

“Yeah. What of it? You judging me again, doll face?” He doesn’t sound like he’s joking, but his fingers don’t stop tracing across my skin and his voice is still warm and soft. His lack of education isn’t so much a fault as much as it is something that makes us drastically different. Being a college professor makes me kind of a big advocate for higher learning. I think I’ll always be a student at heart.

“
No
,” I exaggerate. “Just making conversation.”

“Hmm. Well, believe it or not, I’m the only one who never finished college. I was sixteen when we started the band. Knox was in his first year at CSU and he’s how we picked up Derrick. I met JJ when I started taking my music comp classes. D graduated first. Then JJ. Then Knox. Maddox is supposed to graduate next spring.”

“Wow,” I murmur.

“What? You thought we were all just a bunch of punks playing music for a dime?”

I lift my head and attempt to stare through the darkness and into his eyes. I don’t know if I’m imagining the slight hint of defensiveness in his tone or not, but I suddenly wonder if my initial reaction to finding out that he’s not a student offended him more than he let on. When he told me, it had come as a surprise. Dealing with our age difference had been enough as it was—I’m still not convinced the five years between us won’t play into the demise of whatever it is that’s going on between us. In any case, I certainly don’t think less of him as a
person
just because he doesn’t have an interest in college.

“Hey,” I begin, pausing to make sure I have his full attention. For some reason, I feel particularly adamant that he understands how I see him. “I heard you when you said college wasn’t your thing. I
hear
you up on that stage. You are amazing. All of you. I’ve never thought anything less. You’ve got a great voice. I really do hope the world will sing with you.”

For a moment, he doesn’t say anything. His fingers come to a halt as he presses one palm against the small of my back, bringing his other hand up to cup around the back of my neck. He lifts his face and touches his nose to mine, and I bite my lip when I feel him growing hard beneath me.

“And we shall sing, gorgeous, of your perfect pussy.”

I manage to groan and giggle before he presses his lips against mine. “Sing about my pussy and you will pay dearly,” I mutter, my mouth still adhered to his.

He grunts, lifting his hips and rubbing his length against my stomach. “How about, for now, I just fuck it?”

“Mmm,” I hum with a smile. “Yes, please.”

I DRAW IN A
deep breath as sleep slips out of my grasp and then blow it all out as I peek open one eye. The sun, which is already high in the sky, is pouring through the curtain of my window. I usually close the blinds before I go to bed to prevent this kind of morning greeting; but when I open my other eye and look at the reason I forgot, I could give a fuck.

Millie’s on her side facing me, her arms curled up against her chest, her legs tangled with mine. Her long, ashy brown hair is fanned out across my pillows, leaving her face on display for me to admire. She’s so damn beautiful, I could stare at her all morning. Or, rather, all afternoon. I like how she’ll sleep well past noon on a Sunday, as if that’s what Sundays were intended for.

It’s been a long time since I’ve had a repeat guest in my bed. Most of my hookups don’t happen here at all, but I meant what I said last night. I like having her here. I also liked having her at the show last night. When she came backstage with Violet after our set, it was like my whole body was abuzz with the reminder that I want this girl. This
woman
. I haven’t yet taken her out on a real date, just the two of us. She still seems reluctant to go there with me. But this is a battle I intend to win. And soon. I want more of her—more of her smart-ass mouth, more of her sexy giggle, more of her drop dead gorgeous face. Fuck, I sound like a pussy.

I don’t even give a shit
.

I drape my arm around her and draw her closer, wishing to feel her warm skin pressed against mine. I sure as hell want more of this body all over me. She’s hands down, dick up, the best lay I’ve ever had. Every damn time.

I lean over and press a kiss against her bare shoulder and she sighs, stirring up my dick. A smirk pulls at the corner of my mouth as I kiss her again, making my way toward her neck. She squirms, nestling herself closer to me, her thigh brushing against my cock. I pull her even closer and nibble on the soft, fragrant skin just below her jaw. She tastes both salty and sweet, her skin still sticky from our tumble in the sheets early this morning. I can smell the lingering trace of vanilla that she wears, too.

“If you leave a mark, I’ll kick your ass,” she mumbles, her lips grazing my throat. The sound of her morning voice, raspy from sleep, has my cock’s full attention.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mmm,” she hums.

“And if I do it where no one will see it?”

As soon as the words pass through my lips, I duck my head and latch onto the side of her boob. I bite while I suck and she gasps, her hands finding their way into my hair. I pull away and admire the pink mark I’ve left, then smile when I look up at her. Her lips are parted, her breathing slightly ragged, and her eyes are barely open. I know right away that it’s lust I see in her hooded gaze and not exhaustion. I decide to take it upon myself to change that.

I close my lips around her nipple, sucking hard as I swirl my tongue around the tip. She utters my name with a moan, turning me on even more. My hands are everywhere as I latch onto her opposite nipple. I feel my way across the soft skin of her flat stomach, along the delicate curves of her side and over her hip. When I bite and suck her creamy skin, marking her tit as mine, she arches her back and I trail my fingers around and down, grabbing a palm full of ass.

Fucking love her sweet, little ass.

By the time I’m finished with her, her breasts are splattered with hickeys. I nibble and lick my way up her chest and along her neck until my lips find hers. She grabs hold of my face, keeping me close as my tongue seeks entrance into her mouth. Then she wraps her legs around me and I groan when her warm, wet pussy makes contact with my dick.

“You still want a taste?” I mutter against her mouth. She opens her eyes, her gaze instantly locking with mine before she nods. A smirk tugs at my lips before I smack a kiss against hers and then roll us over so that she’s on top of me. “Have at it, doll face.”

I fold my arms behind my head and watch as she kisses her way down my chest, across my abs, licking the indented curve of my hips. I pull my lip between my teeth, biting down hard when she fists my dick and sucks one of my balls into her mouth.

“Fu-uck,” I mutter when she moves on to the other. Then she flattens her tongue against me, licking her way from base to tip before she wraps her lips around my head. “Fuck, baby doll. Just—
fuck!
You feel so good.”

She takes as much of me into her mouth as she can, stroking the rest of me with her tight fingers. As her head bobs up and down, she hums, giving voice to her own enjoyment. I reach down, sweeping her hair out of her face so that I can see her. She’s the finest little thing my cock has ever seen. She sucks harder, taking me deeper, and it takes everything in me to keep my shit together. When I feel my balls start to tighten, I sit up and lift her off of me. She sits back on her heels, lifting an eyebrow at me in question.

I reach over into my nightstand and pull out a condom. I hold it up between my fingers as I explain, “If you’re going to make me come, you might as well get yourself off too, yeah?”

She leans toward me and snatches up the condom just as I wrap a hand around the back of her neck, drawing her lips to mine. She moans into my mouth and I reach down between her legs, dipping one finger and then another into her wet center.

“Want this pussy on my cock, baby.”

“Then stop kissing me so I can get the damn condom open.”

“Easier said than done,” I reply with a chuckle. I pull my fingers away from her and immediately place them on my tongue as she rips open the condom and then rolls the rubber over my hard length.

She gives me a gentle shove and I acquiesce to her silent insistence, laying down on my back. Her eyes lock with mine as she crawls on top of me, taking hold of my dick and lining us up. She eases herself over me and I grow even harder as I watch the expression on her face change. Her mouth falls open, her eyelids droop, and her cheeks hint at a blush. She rests her hands against my chest, breathing deeply as she remains still, allowing her body to adjust to this position.

When she starts to move, pushing herself up and then sliding back down, riding me, I can’t keep my hands to myself. My fingers stroke and squeeze her thighs before I feel my way up her sides. I palm her tits, then pinch her nipples; she moans and speeds up her pace.

“Sage,” she breathes.

I pinch her nipples again, loving the way my name falls from her lips.

“Can't get enough of you—you fill me up,” she mutters, arching her back as she begins to bounce her ass, her wet cunt coating my dick. “God, you feel amazing. I want you—I want your cock so much.”

“You got it, baby doll,” I assure her with a groan, reaching around to squeeze her tight cheeks. “This cock is yours to ride whenever you want.”

“Mmmm,” she hums, tilting her head back as she closes her eyes.

I barely hear it when my door opens—too lost in the beautiful woman wrapped around me to even register that we’ve got company. Then a voice breaks me out of my trance.

“Sage, I—” Her voice is cut off by her own shriek.

In a fraction of a second, Millie freezes, her eyes wide as she stares down at me. I’m up, my arms pulling her tightly against my chest as I look over her shoulder at my sister, who stands slack-jawed in the doorway.

“The
fuck?
” I cry, scowling at her. Maestro, who has been quiet until now, starts barking and pawing at her ankles, which seems to fluster her even more.

“Sorry! Shit—I’m sorry! I—I didn’t—I mean—I—”

“Get the fuck out, Rosy!” I demand, wondering why in hell she’s still here.

“Yeah. Yes, of course. I’m sorry! I, um, yeah…” She turns on her heel, Maestro following her out before she slams the door shut, making Millie jump.

“Rosy?” she murmurs. “That was your
sister?
”

“Yeah,” I tell her, pulling away just enough to see her face. “I don’t know what the fuck she was thinking just barging in here.”

“Christ,” she bites as she tries to pull away from me.

“Whoa—no, no, no! You’re not going anywhere, doll face.”

“What?” she cries incredulously. “You can’t be serious! I need to go. Now. You need to take me home.”

“I’ll take you wherever you want just as soon as we’re done.”

“Sage—”

“You feel that?” I ask as I grind her hips against mine, reminding her just how hard she makes me. “You’re not leaving me with that shit. I’m not a big fan of blue-balls, baby, and you’re the only pussy I’m doing these days.”