Page 134 of Of Heartbreak and Harmony
I drag my fingers up and down her side. “That a good or bad thing.”
She releases a tired laugh. “The best thing.”
I hum and listen as her breathing starts to calm, and Jonah’s grows deeper.
“Hey, Jo.”
“Hmm?”
“What was my nickname?” Callie tenses at my question, and I can tell she’s listening closely. I specify, so she knows for certain what I’m referencing. “For the game. What was the nickname I used?”
Jonah snorts. “Sugar. Fucking lame.”
I roll my eyes, but I don’t respond. Instead, I put my lips to her ear and repeat the truth. I say it slowly, clearly, and I mean every fucking word.
“You werealwaysdifferent, Firebird. You havealwaysbeen more.”
Hours later, in the moonlit darkness of my hotel room, I’m coaxed awake by soft lips on my neck and a delicate hand stroking my cock.
It’s quiet except for Jonah’s deep, heavy breathing, and I tighten my hold on Callie. I kiss her deeply, growling into her mouth as my cock hardens between her slender fingers. Her tongue caresses my tongue, gentle and soft and warm.
Slowly, she hooks her leg over my hip, lining me up with her pussy. The head of my cock nudges her entrance, and I have to swallow back a groan. She’s soaked and ready. She must be aching. She wraps her hand around my dick again and swipes it through her pussy lips, teasing her clit with a quiet gasp. I pull back and hold her gaze, the thin ring of green around her pupils almost glowing as my eyes adjust to the dark room.
“I’m not wearing a condom.”
She shakes her head once, a soft smile forming on her lips. “I want to feel all of you.”
For half a second, panic threatens to seize me. I force a swallow down my tightened throat. I haven’t had sex without a condom in years. Sex without a condom moves past fucking, and just the idea of it stokes the pain of vulnerability I’ve buried deep in my chest, as far away from my heart as possible.
It’s another wall reduced to rubble. Another shield pierced.
Then her lips press to mine gently, and her warm, safe touch erases every fear. I nod and let her guide my dick inside her. She kisses me again, muffling our twin moans as she begins to move. Our bodies stay pressed together, making slow, steady, deep strokes, careful not to make too much noise. Not to jostle the mattress and wake up our slumbering bed partner.
“This is all I will ever need,” I confess between kisses. “Just you. Only you.”
She doesn’t respond. She just kisses me again, moving on me languidly. Lazily.
As if we have all the time in the world.
“So, she’s not coming back, then?”
Sav arches an eyebrow as we wait backstage. I shrug and flick my gaze to Jonah.
“As long as Jo doesn’t run her off, she’s staying on our bus.”
She purses her lips, eyes narrowed as she runs them over my face. “Is that wise?”
I sigh. “I know what I’m doing.”
“She’s here on a contract. She’s being paid to be here. I like her, too, but I want to make sure?—”
“Savannah. Stop. I know you feel like you have to be some sort of guardian over us now, but you gotta fucking trust me.”
I whisper the words, but they sound more like a hiss with the anger simmering behind them. It threatens to boil when she rolls her eyes.
“I know how you are, Torren. I know how you get. I just don’t want your heart broken again.”
I choke out a laugh, humor and pain blending to form a menacing sound.
