Harmony's Healing (Downtown Book 2)

by West, T J

  In a matter of seconds I am flipped onto my back. I squeal from the sudden turn of events, the inside of my head spins. He straddles me, kisses up and down my neck until he reaches my breasts. Without even going for my nipples, he lifts himself off of my body and off the bed. I frown when he moves away from me, but instantly become aroused again when he begins undressing himself. I bring my fingernail up to my teeth and bite it while I gaze at him seductively. He has no clue just how sexy he is. Or maybe he does because he looks down at my panties and notices how wet I am. He gives me a sexy grin. “You have no idea how much I want you,” he says, his voice deep and rough. “So fucking beautiful.” He takes his sweet time as he takes off his jacket, t-shirt, then his jeans. He watches me as I squirm. I am impatient for him, I feel I will explode any second. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He enjoys the torture and I can’t help but love it. The last piece of clothing on him are his black boxer briefs. Sweet Jesus. I take in every inch of his drop dead, sexy body. He has a set of gorgeous broad shoulders that lead into well defined muscled biceps; they aren’t overly big, which I love, yet I can see he works out. His torso is lean and his abs are washboard flat, I could eat off of him - doesn’t sound like a bad idea. Oh, the thoughts that are reeling through my head! What makes him even more sexy is the tattoo that covers half of the right side of his body. It starts from underneath his armpit and ends just at his waist. I want to study it, however right now isn’t the time, because my eyes automatically shift to his bulge. He takes off his briefs in a sweep and the beautiful length that was hidden before is now revealed in all it’s glory. To be honest I have never seen a naked man before in the flesh. His cock - dick - penis, whatever you want to call it, is long and very thick. I never thought I would want anything so badly in my life.

  My body starts to shake when Danny comes around in front of me. He slowly crawls over me and kisses me. Oh, God I can feel his cock glide upon my stomach as he devours my tongue again. He groans inside my mouth when my hand swiftly takes hold of him. I stroke the length. I even surprise myself that I did something so out of character. I just love the feel of him inside my hand and to hear him growl from it. It excites me. However he breaks away from me and climbs off. He spreads my legs apart and slowly drags down my panties until they are completely off. He then has me roll over so he can undo my bra. That is now gone and I am once again on my back, legs spread. I start to get nervous when he presses his thumb against my clit. “Relax,” he says. I try to relax, but I’ve never done this before and he doesn’t know it. I should tell him, but my body and head are not in the same place. I bring my head up so I can see what he’s doing. He lightly blows on my clit and sticks a finger inside my sex. I am about to combust, it feels incredible and unlike anything I have ever experienced. I clench my fingers into my comforter and erratically breathe when I feel the first lick of his tongue on the outside of my sex. Holy fu - I bite my lip and squeal - loudly! I rapidly squirm, and move my pelvis to the motion of his licks. He’s really good at this, so good. I am in such a different world, I can barely see or hear anything. I know Danny is murmuring some words at me, but I can’t concentrate. I whip my head from side to side, I am overwhelmed with a sensation that is building. It’s on the rise. He squeezes my thighs and continues to suck the entire outer and inner parts of my sex until I can no longer hold back. My sensitive clit explodes into a million pieces. I scream out his name and I am now jelly; limp as a rag.

  Danny climbs back over on top of me and huskily says, “Sweet as hell,” he kisses me, then murmurs onto my lips, “Music off my tongue...literally.” Wow. He continues to kiss my lips, throat and down to my breasts. He bites each nipple, then sucks on them as if they are a Jolly Rancher on a mound of pure sugar. I wrap my legs around his torso and relish the feel of my fingers through his short hair. I love his fohawk. I pull on it as I endure the sensations of his love bites and begin to squirm again when the roughness from his scruff tickles my breasts. We both make humming sounds as we pleasure one another. It’s a beautiful sound. As I start to move, I feel his cock growing on my stomach and I know he’s ready to take me to a new place. He leaves me breathless when he gets up to retrieve a condom from his wallet. His eyes never leave mine when he pushes the latex down his unbelievable length. God, it’s just mouth watering. And why do I find it so hot that he just stroked it? Am I always going to see him this way? Will I always feel this power between us? I really hope so because I cannot imagine anyone I’d rather have between my legs other than Danny.

  My moment is finally here. He is going to change me forever and there is no going back. I don’t want to go back. I am ready to move forward. I am ready for the change. He comes back over in front of me and climbs on top. He grabs the sides of my head and devours my mouth. My instincts kick in and I instantly wrap my thighs around him once again. Our tongues are lavishing each other, it’s heated. I feel the beads of sweat on my forehead and on the upper part of Danny’s back. He leans on his left elbow and sticks his hand in between my legs. I look down as he grabs his cock and I suddenly become really nervous. I start to breathe hard and dig my nails into his back as he begins to guide himself inside my body. I know that I am tight, I can hear him grunt as he slowly pushes…..and pushes and - “Argh!” I scream.

  He abruptly stops. “Fuck...are you...?” He looks down at me with furrowed brows.

  I wheeze out a breath. “Yes, but please don’t stop,” I demand.

  “But I’m hurting you.”

  I grab the scruffiness of his face and shake my head. I make sure he looks into my eyes. “No!” I breathe out. “Keep going!” He needs to keep going. I want to feel this more than anything.

  My arms and hands move around his back; my nails attack his lower back, I hold him there and push him in, I know I have left marks. Danny continues to push and the pressure of his thickness hurts, but in an instant it’s gone. “Holy shit,” he grunts. “God, you are so tight...fuck!”

  Our bodies gradually move in sync, it’s unbelievable. Once he knows I am comfortable with our rhythm he begins to quicken his movements. He swiftly takes my hands away from his back and places them above my head. We clasps our fingers together and lock eyes. We are both in a moment, in a zone that is so intense I don’t ever want to leave it. Our bond is undeniably locked.

  The quicker his body moves, the more I am feeling another oncoming orgasm. I clench around his cock and he can feel it. I can see it his eyes. He groans like a lion who is feasting on his dinner. He pierces my lips with his teeth and bites down on the bottom one as we both orgasm together. Our eyes never losing contact.

  WE ARE BOTH BREATHING EXTRA hard and stare at one another for a second. Danny unclasps our hands then brings his hands to my face and kisses me softly. My legs are tired, yet I still have them wrapped around him, while my arms go around his back. He’s moist and feels so good. I don’t ever want him to leave my body. After nuzzling my neck and more kissing, Danny gently slips out. I suck in a breath from the release. He gets up to go into my bathroom. When he comes back out he’s holding a warm wet towel. He gently wipes my inner thighs. I’m a little embarrassed he’s cleaning me up, but it’s actually very sweet. Once he finishes I look down between my legs and notice a spot of blood. Shit. Well, this is humiliating. Yet Danny isn’t the least bit grossed out by it or he wouldn’t have taken care of me.

  We climb underneath my bed sheets; I snuggle into the crook of his arms, lay my head on his chest and lightly scrawl my fingers along his flat surface. Danny kisses the top of my head and rubs my back, gliding down over my buttocks. I like that. I like us here in bed together. What just went on a little while ago….wow, I feel…..I feel amazing.

  “Why didn’t you tell me you’ve never been with anyone?” Danny asks, still soothing my back. It tickles.

  I shrug my one shoulder. “Honestly, I don’t know. I never thought we’d be together.”

  “I guess I had thought you and -” He pauses. I know who he’s talking about, though
.

  “No.”

  He squeezes me and lovingly pats my hair down, stroking the side of my face. “Good,” he whispers. I hear a smile in there. It makes me smile too. We don’t talk about it again. That’s what I love about us; we know when to end something that doesn’t need to be discussed about anymore. We move on. “You feel okay, though? Hope I didn’t hurt you,” he asks concerned.

  I kiss his chest and shake my head. “No,” I look up at him and kiss his lips. “It was perfect,” I smile and bite down on my bottom lip. We kiss for a few moments, relishing each other. I pull back and place my head back down on his chest. I close my eyes and listen to the beat of his heart. It’s beautiful.

  “So, I found out my mom was my dad’s mistress...not the other way around,” he shares with me, monotone.

  I gasp and pop my head up. “What? Are you serious?”

  He blows out a breath and brushes back his hair. He’s frustrated. “I really am a fuck-up...blaming Faith and her mom.”

  “You were confused and hurt, it’s understandable.”

  “Yeah, well...stupid to blame Faith in the first place,” he admits. “My mom on the other hand.”

  I really don’t know what to say, how to help him. Listening is what I am good at, and I know he gets it. “I know,” I whisper. We become quiet again. Soon after I decide to share a little more of my past. “My parents were killed by a drunk driver during Christmas break….that’s why I hate the holiday so much.”

  He flips me over onto my back and lays on his side. He strokes away the hair off my face and furrows his brows. “Fuck...I’m sorry.”

  I lightly scratch the scruff on his face. “My sister flees every Christmas...too hard for her to stick around, I guess.”

  “I bet. Damn,” he says.

  “Will you stay with me tonight?” I immediately ask. I am done talking and ready to go to sleep. My eyes are heavy, they’re about to close.

  He grins. “You don’t even need to ask.” Then he lays another amazing kiss on my lips and turns out the light. We both fall asleep pretty quickly thereafter.

  It was the best sleep I have ever had.

  The next morning I awoke in Danny’s arms. For the first time in weeks I didn’t need my heater on; the warmth of Danny’s arms wrapped around my body gave me all the heat that I desired. I don’t remember a time when waking up felt so good. He felt amazingly good. I had an itch to run my hand down his crotch, I could see the sheets sticking up from his erection; he wasn’t even awake yet, but unfortunately I was a bit sore, so I knew having sex wasn’t in my cards for the morning. He was so gorgeous, sleeping so soundly, I wanted to stare at him all day, but I really needed to use the bathroom. I quietly got out of bed, did my business, then decided to take a shower. I was kind of hoping he’d come into the shower with me, but he had a really long day yesterday, I’m sure he was still super tired.

  After pulling the towel around myself, I am thinking of making him breakfast. I bet his appetite is just as big as mine, right about now. However the second I come out of the bathroom the energy hits me like a brick. Something is wrong. Danny is awake, and has a deep scowl upon his face. He’s dressed only in his boxer briefs and is holding up my cell phone. He comes marching around my bed and sticks the phone in my face. He’s scaring me. Why is he so upset?

  “What the fuck does this mean?” He clips at me. I am shocked from his tone, he’s never talked to me this way.

  My eyes widen the second I see the message. My stomach drops. “Babe, Danny’s back home. Do ur thing, sweetness.” “Why…..you’re looking through my texts?” I stutter. Why had he gone through my phone?

  He shouts, “Answer my question!” I jolt from his sudden outburst. I hold my towel tightly around my chest, trying to figure out what I am going to do. “Were you playing me all this time?” He asks angrily.

  Playing him? Oh, God no! He is fuming and rightfully so, yet he has no right to talk to me this way. “First of all, don’t you dare yell at me!” I snatch the phone out of his hand. “Second, no I’d never,” I stall and take a deep breath. This is it. I have to tell him the truth, whether or not I want to. “Wayne and I were never together. He asked me to help you.” I pause for a second then continue. “He wanted you to open up to me...break down your wall. You’ve been in such pain for so long….he was hoping I could help you move past it.” I walk over to my bed and throw the phone down. I am so afraid I am going to lose him when I just got together with him. My eyes are beginning to sting from the unwanted tears. I turn back around and try to explain. “But I swear….I wasn’t playing you. My feelings for you have never been a game.” I quickly grab onto his hand. “I swear,” I whisper. Once I blink, the tears trickle down my cheeks. I can see he is struggling. He grips my hand tightly that it turns white, but the look in his eyes show me how devastated he is. I don’t blame him, yet I really hope he can forgive me. I want to resolve this. He looks down and blows out a breath and shakes his head, releasing my hand. While I am still standing in a towel he begins to dress himself. He doesn’t speak a word, I don’t know what to do. My heart pounds heavily and my body shakes with nerves. His silence is killing me.

  After he gets the last shoe on his foot, he walks back over to me. He’s less fuming, yet he looks defeated and so hurt. “It seems that everyone I have ever loved has lied to me.” I suck in a breath and bite my lip. “I had never thought...you, of all people,” shaking his head. His voice turns hoarse. “The one fucking person who runs deep within my veins, down to the pit in my gut, has carved a gash that will never….never fucking heal.” No, no, no!

  He brushes past me and begins to leave my apartment. I run after him and try to stop him. “I’m so sorry!” I cry. “I never meant to hurt you,” my voice hitches, I can barely get my words out. “Please don’t go,” I beg.

  He turns around to face me. We look at each other for a moment; he sees me crying, but from him I see nothing - his eyes are lifeless and I see, even through blinded tears, he’s tempted to say something. His jaw tightens, I know he is clenching it. He’s still staring at me like I am a complete stranger, someone who has betrayed him. That hurts more than anything.

  “No,” he growls. In a flash, he turns back around and exits my apartment. The slam from my front door causes me to jump. I begin to breathe hard, unaware that I am still in my towel, dripping wet. I cover my eyes with my hands and let the towel drop to the floor. I fall to my knees and sob an ugly cry. I am now in my own puddle of humiliation, guilt and anguish.

  I have ruined any chance at any happiness with Danny, and I owe that all to Wayne. I am so going to kill him!

  I have no idea how long I’ve been balling my eyes out. They feel raw, puffy and my body is insanely weak. However I gather my strength and get dressed in a pair of jeans, t-shirt and chucks. I give myself a once over glance in the bathroom mirror; I hate what I see in the reflection and never want to look at her again. I snarl at the bitch who chose to hurt the one person who meant everything to her. I don’t recognize her anymore.

  The anger is building inside of me, I really want to do some damage. Yet there is only one person who I want to beat up on...and that is Wayne. He’s going to regret he ever put me in this position. What he convinced me to do was stupid and cruel and I hate myself for going along with it. I grab my purse and decide to drive over to the studio to see if Wayne is there. Most likely the band is rehearsing. I have a feeling Danny won’t be there, though.

  After I screech my car to a halt, I slam my car door and march my way inside the studio. The girl at the front desk greets me with a hello, but I ignore her and walk straight to the sound room. I cause the girl to panic, I hear her calling June with a frantic voice as I continue down the hall. Once I reach the room, I peek through the side window and find Wayne. He and the guys are standing around. I bet they’re waiting for Danny. My guess is he won’t show up.

  With clenched fists, I open the door and go straight for Wayne. All the guys, including Faith and June
see how angry I am - I am so angry I should have smoke coming out of my ears.

  Wayne’s eyes widen as I appear before him. Without notice I smack him across the face and yell, “I hate you, Wayne!”

  He blinks a couple times, a bit stunned from the smack. “Holy shit babe, what was that for?”

  “Danny found out, you asshole!” I push his chest as hard as I can, yet he doesn’t move an inch; he is so friggin big! “He saw your text from this morning, and now he hates me!”

  He wipes his face down with his hand. “Damn. I am so sorry.”

  “How could you make me go along with this! You ruined everything!” I scream. “I told you he would hate me.” I begin to choke up. “I told you!”

  I’m about to push him again when I feel someone’s arms wrap around my shoulders. “Harmony.” It’s Faith.

  I point to Wayne. “He ruined….” My voice fades, I am unable to speak anymore.

  “Come with me,” Faith says. I can’t seem to move, I am so mad. “Come on.” She soothingly takes me by the waist and guides me away before I decide to do anything else. Everything becomes a blur as we walk to another room. My eyes are filled with tears, I just want to crawl up in a ball and disappear. Faith has me sit down on some leather sofa. She gently wipes the hair and tears away from my face. “Tell me everything,” she encourages me.

  She sits beside me and holds my left hand. I look down at our joined hands and break down. “I love him, Faith,” I choke out. The tears are uncontrollable.

  She brings her arm around my shoulders and allows me to cry into her embrace. “I know. I know,” she quietly says. After a few minutes I am handed some tissue. I blot my eyes and stare into my hands. I am a complete mess.

  “Here, drink this,” June sits on the other side of me and offers me a shot of something that looks like vodka or tequila. I don’t care what it is, I shoot the damn shot into my mouth and swallow; I shiver from the extreme taste - it’s tequila. June takes the shot glass away.