Worthy of the Harmony (Mountains & Men Book 2) (17 page)

Sage.

He lies me on my bed and neither of us says a word, knowing that our need for one another supersedes anything that could possibly be said. We’re done talking for the night. Instead, I watch as he discards his glasses and then pulls off his shirt, revealing his chiseled torso and the extensive amount of artwork that decorates his upper body. When he drops his pants and steps out of his shoes, I learn that he’s not wearing any underwear—his cock springing free in all of its glorious splendor. My stomach tingles and the ache between my legs overwhelms me.

Before he gets in bed with me, he opens one of my nightstand drawers and reaches for a condom. He slides it underneath the pillow where my head rests and then he proceeds to cover my face with the sweetest kisses—his lips tracing the tracks of my tears. It makes me want to cry some more, but I don’t. I close my eyes as I seek to enjoy every kiss, every touch, every caress. He takes his time peeling away my clothes, all the while showering my body with a tenderness the likes of which it has never seen. By the time he rolls the condom on, I’m so incredibly wet, I can feel my arousal dripping out of me.

He slips inside of me with ease, his eyes locked with mine. When he’s fully seated, he pauses for a moment, pressing a light kiss against my lips. He pulls out slowly and returns in the same fashion. Then, his lips still grazing mine—

“
And in my arms you’ll find your ecstasy

When you lose yourself, I’ll set you free

Baby, just let go and let it be, let it be

Tonight/ Just give me tonight.”

As he sings to me—my song—
our song
—I understand that this was inevitable, him and me. He knew it all along. Just one night was never going to be enough. It was never going to be our story. It was never going to be our song. He’s been fighting for me this whole time. Now, whether I’m ready or not, I surrender.

“You’re mine,” he groans as he rolls his hips against mine. “Say it, baby.”

“I’m yours,” I breathe, feeling my way down his chest and then up again; gripping onto his shoulders as the slow burn within me intensifies.

“Damn straight. And I’m yours, doll face.”

“You’re mine,” I echo.

A knowing smirk tugs at his lips and I arch my back, pressing my chest against his. I want to feel every bit of him. My man. My dreamer. My chaser. He kisses me, sweeping his tongue through my mouth as he tastes me. He rides me nice and slow until we’re both panting, calling out each other’s names. We come together and it’s positively euphoric. I cling to him, wanting nothing more than to be in his arms as my body begins to relax. When I fall asleep, he’s still inside of me, and it feels like we’re exactly where we’re meant to be.

HER ALARM CLOCK
sounds and a groan rumbles from my chest—only, it’s not my voice that vibrates across my skin. I don’t open my eyes to look at her. I don’t need to. I just
feel
her—the sexy ass woman whose leg is hooked over mine, her arm slung around me as she uses my chest as her pillow.

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit,” she whines. I chuckle lazily, flinging my arm out to blindly reach for the alarm. I silence it, but she continues to whine. “I can’t move. Shit.”

“Go back to sleep, baby,” I murmur, pressing my lips against her forehead.

“I can’t. I have work.”

I peek open one eye and look down at her. Both of her eyes are still closed. I know she’s exhausted, because I am too. We got less than three hours of sleep. I know my girl—she needs a whole lot more rest than that to function, especially after a night with me. “Call in.”

“I shouldn’t,” she mutters, snuggling closer to me.

God, she feels amazing.

“Millie, it’s Friday. Call in. Have you
ever
called in before?” Something tells me the goody-two-shoes hasn’t. Her silence makes me grin. “Bet your students would love to find out class was canceled today.” She grunts but doesn’t move. I can’t tell if I’ve convinced her or not, so I try a different tactic. “Stay in bed with me, Millicent. Don’t make me get up. Don’t make me let you go. I’m not ready.”

When she whimpers and pulls away from me, I frown at her. She notices and brushes her lips against mine in an act that can barely be called a kiss. “I’ll be right back.” I watch as she crawls out of bed, picking up my t-shirt from the floor before she leaves the room. She comes back a moment later, her fingers busy as she types something out on her phone. She’s still going when she sits beside me, propping herself up against the headboard.

“What are you doing?”

“Posting an announcement through Blackboard to each of my classes. They might be getting a little break from me today, but I still need them to study.”

“Does this mean you’re spending the day in bed with me?” I ask with a smirk, skimming my fingers up the length of her leg. She doesn’t answer me at first, too distracted with her task; so I slide my hand up the inside of her thigh.

She gasps and then bats my hand away, finally setting down her phone. “Sleep, Sage. I need to go back to sleep.”

I laugh, gripping hold of her leg once more before yanking her down and onto her back. I kiss her and then reach for the hem of my shirt. When she protests, I kiss her again. “Need you naked, baby doll.” Her eyes lock with mine as she lifts her arms, allowing me to strip her bare. I toss the shirt back onto the floor and then guide her onto her side, pulling her back against my front. I cup her tit in my hand and bury my nose in her neck as I close my eyes. “Fuck you when we wake up.”

“Mmmm,” she hums dreamily, sleep already pulling her under. “Is that a promise?”

“You bet your sweet, little ass.”

WE SLEEP THROUGH
the morning. I wake up half past noon, but I don’t wake her. She looks so peaceful and content—more relaxed than I’ve ever seen her. I remember her face when she opened the door to me early this morning. It about brought me to my knees. Seeing her so broken and exhausted was gut wrenching. Now, the bags under her eyes have faded and the color in her cheeks has returned. She’s beautiful. She’s gorgeous.
She’s mine.

I watch her sleep for a half an hour. I know that might make me sound like a total creeper, but I could give a fuck. I just don’t want to take my eyes off of her. When she wakes up and smiles at me, all I want to do is kiss her. She returns my affection only until my hands start to wander, then she pushes me away.

I lift an eyebrow, challenging her dismissal. “I’m pretty sure I promised—”

“I need a shower first,” she tells me, sitting up.

“How about a shower
after?
”

“Sage, all we’ve done in the last fifteen hours is sleep and fuck. I feel gross. I won’t let you touch me while I feel like this.”

She starts to slide out of bed but I sit up and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her back and into my lap. She squeals, giggling when I nuzzle her neck with my nose.
Shit—if I could bottle that sound…
I reach up and tuck her hair behind her ear before leaning in to whisper, “I’ll wash your back, you wash mine?”

“Okay.”

I chuckle as I kiss her cheek. “You see there? Compromise. Look how good at this we are already.”

We’re in the shower for almost forty minutes. By the time we get out, we’re pruney—but it’s the best damn shower I’ve ever had. Now, the last thing I want to do is leave for work; but I’ve gotta jet, and I definitely need to make a pit stop. No way I’m showing up to Little Bird commando, in a pair of sweatpants. My dick print is for one woman only. If I could manage to pull away from her, I might have a chance at being on time for my shift.

“Fuck. I have to go,” I sigh, separating my lips from hers. We’re standing just beside her front door, where we’ve been for the last fifteen minutes.

“You better go, then,” she murmurs, looking up at me with her pretty green eyes.

“I don’t want to,” I tell her, leaning in for another kiss. She responds instantly, tightening her arms around my neck as she lifts herself onto her tiptoes and presses her body flush against mine. My dick twitches and I feel bewitched. I’ve never wanted to hold onto any woman as much as I want to hold onto her.

“When will I see you again?” she asks, pulling away for a breath.

“I work ’til close and then the band’s practicing tonight. We’ll probably be at it pretty late. You could come hang, though.”

She shakes her head, looking down her cheeks. “I don’t think so. I—I don’t know. After last night—I… What about tomorrow?”

It’s obvious, as she looks back up at me, that she’s embarrassed about our little scene in the driveway, followed by our disappearing act. The guys and I aren’t a bunch of gossips and I know none of them cared, since we were done practicing anyway. Violet was the most interested, but she’ll think nothing of it once she hears that Millie’s not going anywhere. In any case, I don’t press the issue with Millie. I’ll give her a couple days and then I’m sure she’ll be over it.

“I work in the morning. Depending on how things go tonight, we might try and squeeze in another jam session tomorrow afternoon. Next Saturday will be here before we know it, and we’ve got to have our shit down.” She nods, fidgeting with the neck of my shirt. “Hey.”

“Yeah?”

I smack a kiss against her lips. “I’ll take you out tomorrow night.”

“Sounds nice.”

I chuckle, a smirk tugging at my lips as I slide my hands down, my fingers sneaking beneath the waistband of her little cotton shorts. She’s not wearing any underwear, her sexiest habit, and I get a semi as my palms glide over her ass, pulling her even closer. “I can assure you, it’ll be anything but
nice
. We’ll have a good time, though.”

“I look forward to it,” she says, eyeing my lips.

“Dammit, doll face,” I mutter, tracing her nose with mine. “I’m going to be late.”

“Then get out of here,” she says with a little laugh.

“I am,” I assure her, angling my mouth so that it’s lined up with hers. “I’m leaving now,” I murmur, inching closer. “Any second now.”

“
Sage
,” she hums.

I kiss her hungrily, growling when she slips her tongue into my mouth. For a minute, I think about blowing off work; but then I remember I owe Brandon a solid and I can’t play hooky on him. When I finally manage to pull away from Millie, her lips are red and swollen. She looks so fucking hot, I can hardly stand it. I have to force myself to say goodbye and then sprint out of there.

I’m home just long enough to put on some clothes, let Maestro out to do his business, and fill his dishes with food and water. When I walk into Little Bird, I’m only ten minutes late. I consider that to be a definite win. Joey, who appears to be ready for me to tap him out, sighs in relief at the sight of me. Before I can even get behind the counter, he’s hurrying for the door.

“I’ll catch you later, man. Brandon’s in the back. Eryn’s on break, should be back in a few. I have to—”

“Yeah,” I say with a laugh and a wave. “Get out of here.”

The first twenty minutes of my shift seem to drag. After I restock supplies behind the espresso bar, I help a few flirty girls who come in to
study;
if by study they really mean, sit at a table directly in my line of sight as they proceed to talk loudly and giggle incessantly.