“Maybe if you’d talk to me for a fucking minute instead of sitting here sulking all damn day then I could try to understand,” he shot back.
I hit him with narrowed eyes. “Fine, you want to know? I am here. Away from my friends, away from the people I know. On my own, with a fucking useless arm that only serves to remind me that I got shot. And I got shot because some men were trying to kidnap me.” I took a deep breath, attempting to calm myself. “Music is my life, Kit. You may not get that, but without it, I don’t know how else to get through this shit.”
“Get on the bed,” he ordered.
I rolled my eyes. “Sex? Really? That’s your solution?”
He glared but moved and sat down on the edge of the bed, my guitar still in his hand. He scooted back a little, leaving a small space between his legs. “Sit your fucking ass down right here, before I spank it, bullet wound or not.”
I stared at him for a moment, feeling defiance burn in my veins like I’d never had before.
“Harmony!”
I jumped, his sharp tone leaving no room for anything, especially not the word no. I stomped over and dropped into the small space between his outstretched legs. The heat of his naked chest burned against my thin singlet top, sending warmth spreading throughout my body, especially between my legs.
Kit swung the guitar up, settling it on my knee and moving my good arm back to the frets where they were before.
“What are you doing?” I said quietly, confused by his actions.
“We are going to play the fucking guitar. If that’s all it takes to get you out of this mood, I’ll give it a damn go.” He reached around me, his arm cautious to avoid putting pressure on my shoulder and his other arm wrapped around my waist, holding my body tightly against his. “You’re on chords, tell me when to strum or whatever it’s called.”
I sat in silence for a minute, not believing that he was actually doing this. I was stunned.
“Okay, it’s a 1-2-3-4 beat. That’s all you need to do.”
“Okay.” He sat his chin on my good shoulder, peeking over so he could semi-see what he was doing. His hot breath tickled my neck and his body cocooned me causing my heart to flutter.
I called out the count and he strummed with me. My body slowly relaxed against him, and I even found a smile began to form.
“Okay, I’ve got it. I want to hear you sing now,” his voice was soft and soothing in my ear. I didn’t take another second to question his request.
Avicii’s ‘Wake Me Up’ flowed from my lips, the melody and the lyrics soothing my soul.
Kit’s free hand slipped under the hem of my top and rested gently on my stomach. He rubbed his thumb up and down, in time with the beat and it sent shivers through my body.
The intimacy of the situation was not lost on me. The sexy naked chest man at my back made sure I was well aware of how close we were at this moment. His mouth had now found my exposed neck. His lips and tongue exploring it softly as his hand moved further up my stomach and his fingers began to dance across the bottom of my bra, as though they were searching for a way in. All the time both our hands continued to play, both in time and completely in tune with one another, much like our bodies.
I couldn’t handle one more minute. Her voice was so soft, so melodic. It drove me crazy. Apparently we were more in tune than I thought as she suddenly pulled the guitar away and dropped it gently onto the floor. No doubt, a lot softer than she had moments before I’d come in.
She stood and turned to face me. I didn’t even have a chance to miss my touch on her body before she was pressed up against me and her lips had found mine. Our mouths danced together, a perfect rhythm like we could still hear the music echoing in the room. I gripped both of her tight ass cheeks and lifted her. Her knees automatically bent and she straddled my thighs.
I pulled her closer but winced when I heard a small whimper of pain escape her lips and quickly disconnected our mouths. “Baby, we can’t. I’m gonna hurt you.”
“I don’t care.” She moved in again, her lips finding my jawline and leaving a hot trail along it and continuing down my neck. “Please, Kit.”
My self-control was slim at the best of times when it came to Harmony, but right at that moment with her pleading for me to take her, restraint went out the fucking window.
I held one hand between her shoulder blades and the other gripped her ass as I rolled, laying her on her back. Her eyes were hooded as she stared up at me. I could see the need in them, no doubt reflecting the emotion showed by my own. I braced myself with my hands on either side of her shoulders. Her chest rose and fell softly catching my eye and causing my gaze to travel down her body.
“Kit, please,” she repeated, lifting her hips so they lightly brushed against my own.
A smirk crossed my mouth, the pleasure in hearing her pleas for me to take her just too much to try and hide. I ground my hips against the light fabric of her shorts. Her mouth fell open and she sucked in a sharp breath of air.
“This what you’re asking for, Harmony? You want my cock?” She nodded, but it wasn’t enough for me. I pushed hard against her. “Give me the words, baby.”
Her hand reached out, her fingers finding my strong, ripped stomach. But those gorgeous hazel eyes, they never deviated for a second from mine.
“I want you, Kit. I want you to fuck me. Is that what you need to hear?” The sarcastic tone of her voice only made me harder. I sat back on my knees and stared down at her. Her hair was splayed all around her head, a beautiful fucking halo of blonde. My fingers drifted down her thigh, it was so damn smooth and felt like heaven against my rough calloused hands. I found my way inside the hem of her soft cotton shorts and through the lacy barrier of her underwear. A soft silky pussy waited for me, her outer lips already covered in moisture.
“You sassing me, baby?” I saw a tiny shudder move through her body as I swiped my finger through the wetness, flicking her clit gently at the end of the sweep.
“Maybe,” she whispered, so quietly I almost missed it. But the room was silent, no sounds but heavy breathing and racing minds. She couldn’t hide anything from me here. I could see into her eyes, see into her soul. I knew what she wanted, but I was sick and tired of playing games.
I wanted to hear her tell me that she needed me – beg me to take her. I needed to see the ecstasy on her face as I made her cum and feel her body draw me in as she convulsed with pleasure.
“Tell me who you belong to,” I demanded as my fingers once again drifted through her wet folds.
I didn’t expect the breathy, “No,” that fell from her lips.
My eyes widened and I felt a slim sheet of anger cover me. I pushed two thick fingers into her pussy with one thrust. Harmony moaned loudly, grinding against my hand. Her good hand flew to her breast and she began to kneed it and pull at her nipple.
My hand stilled and I reached out to grab her wrist, pinning it to the bed as I leaned over her. “The only way you’re getting any pleasure is from me. Tell me who you belong to, Harmony.”
She glared at me through lowered lashes. “I belong to the club.”
I growled, low and deep in the back of my throat. All common sense went out the window as soon as the words left her mouth. I couldn’t even count the amount of times I’d had to remind her that she was no longer a club whore. But something in that pretty little head of hers continued to contradict me and I was done with it.
I flipped her onto her stomach and ripped her shorts and panties from her lower half so that her bare ass and legs were exposed, pulling them down just enough so they held her knees together. My hand reared back before flying forward and connecting with her uncovered ass cheek. Her scream filled the air, but it was not one that was from pain. I did it again, loving the noise that echoed in the room as my palm connected with her now reddening flesh.
I rubbed at it, soothing the sting and enjoying the way her ass pushed back against my hand. I gripped her ass cheeks and leaned over her, lifting her shirt so
that she could feel my hot chest against her naked back. The rock hard front of my jeans rubbed against her slick pussy, the material quickly dampening due to her greedy cunt.
I was careful not to put pressure on her shoulder as I moved my mouth to her ear. Her head was turned to the side and she was panting. She needed this, she wanted it so badly and yet she was still fighting.
“Tell me what I want to hear, Harmony? Tell me, and I’ll give you all the relief you need,” I whispered. I pulled her earlobe into my mouth, sucking gently. I wasn’t above forcing her to tell me that she was mine while she was in a haze of lust. I needed to hear the words come from her mouth. I craved them. I was done being the nice, understanding guy. I’d tried that. It hadn’t worked. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
I felt a whisper of air against my face. “What was that, baby?”
“I’m yours, Kit.” The words made me grind harder into her rear and she moaned. “You claimed me, I’m yours.”
I climbed off her and stood at the edge of the bed. She rolled her body gently and stared up at me, her eyes confused. My chest rose and fell in deep breaths as I tried to control my urges to jump on her and pound my cock into that lovely little hole like there was no tomorrow. But I had something I needed to say first before I rewarded her like that.
“One day, I want you to be my Old Lady, and not because I want to own you and keep you locked away. But because an MC President needs an Old Lady that’s strong and smart and loyal.” I saw her swallow deeply, my words possibly sinking in at last. “We can do this at any pace you like, baby. But with the strength, beauty and respect I see in you, I’m sorry, but I won’t let you slip by me without putting up a fight.”
I stood there for what seemed like forever. Our eyes staying connected the whole time. She never wavered, never cowered from my intense glare. And I knew for sure I’d made the right damn decision. My girl was fierce, she was strong and she would be able to handle anything that was thrown her way.
She slowly wriggled toward the edge of the bed, I didn’t step back. I refused to retreat. Standing slowly, her body having to gently brush against mine as she moved into my space.
“Show me.”
I cocked my head at her words. “Show you what, baby?”
Her hazel eyes sparkled. “Show me why being yours is going to be so damn good.”
Kit had smashed his way through my defenses. He’d made it clear that this time, with this man, there would be no walking away. My stomach turned and tightened. The idea both excited me and made me want to launch the contents of my stomach into the nearest receptacle.
They’d always walked away. Every man had walked away.
My father.
The substitutes my mother had fawned over.
The band members who often treated me like I was their own.
The men from the club.
And now suddenly, I had this man standing in front of me, swearing he would be everything, swearing he would never leave me high and dry. It was a hard pill to swallow, but for now I was ready to throw it back and chug whatever I could find in order to force it down.
“Show me why being yours is going to be so damn good?”
Kit didn’t miss a beat, his lips hitting mine with a force that was almost painful. We dueled, our tongues fighting their way into each other’s mouths. The sudden need to be close to him overwhelming all my other senses.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispered, hooking his hand around my neck and holding me captive. “I’ll show you. I’ll show you real good.”
He stepped forward, forcing me backward so I had to sit at the edge of the bed. The crotch of his jeans almost level with my face. I looked up at him and our eyes met, staying completely connected as I listened to him unbutton his jeans and unzip his fly. Just the simple sound of the zip coming down sent electric shocks straight to my already soaking pussy. His eyes were stern and commanding, holding me in place without him even having to touch me.
“Open.”
I did so immediately, holding my tongue out flat. I shivered as he lifted his cock and placed the base of it on the end of my tongue before drawing it down to the tip. I wanted to suck the large head into my mouth, but the look in his eyes told me that he needed control. He did the same motion again a few times, ordering me to moisten my mouth between strokes.
“Now you can suck.” I raised my hand to grip his long thick rod and direct it to my mouth, but he slapped it away. “Just use your mouth.”
I nodded, taking him between my lips and rolling my tongue around the head a few times. He groaned and I closed my eyes, feeling just as much pleasure from the act as I knew he was. It was all so simple, but I knew what he was doing was more about trust than anything. He needed to see me in some way submit to him, to be willing to allow him to have control over the situation and not hurt me, or take advantage while I was vulnerable.
I sucked him deeper into my mouth as he moved his hips back and forth. He controlled the speed and depth, and it was just right. His hand fisted in my hair, forcing my head up to look at his face as he finally pulled all the way out.
“Lay back, baby.”
I shuffled back so I was in the center of the bed, the movement difficult with one arm still held against my body in my sling.
Kit let his jeans fall to the floor but climbed on the bed with his MC cut still covering his torso. He rid me of my shorts which had barely been hanging on anyway and hooked my knees over his hips. He reached up, his hand snaking underneath my shirt and bra and kneading my full breast.
I moaned softly, the small amount of pressure on my nipple is still enough to excite my already buzzing body.
“As much as I want to see you completely bare, I’m not going to take this off. That would mean fucking with this sling and, to be honest, I need you too badly to waste that kind of time,” he gruffed as he used his other hand to position the head of his length right against my opening. I tightened my legs around him, urging him to continue.
Just as he said, he didn’t waste any time plowing himself straight into me. I screamed out loud, my back bowing of the bed as an instant wave of pleasure shot through my body, threatening to break me in two. His hand continued to twist and pull at my aching breast while his other gripped my hip, holding me in place as he thrust himself inside me over and over again.
I gripped the bed sheets, twisting my head back and forth, no doubt matting my hair together as he pushed me between the barrier of pleasure and pain. Riding the line so perfectly it was almost unbearable. My body shook the intense feeling of an impending orgasm filling me.
I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t breathe. The power of his pistoning hips forcing the air straight out of my lungs. His fingers finally found my rock hard nipple and with one single tweak my body exploded. I grabbed hold of his forearm, digging my nails into the flesh as my body shook and I fought to breathe. A twisted moan finally falling from my mouth.
I didn’t even have time to be embarrassed about how fast I’d gotten off before I was suddenly moving through the air. Kit rolled, still planted firmly inside me until he was on his back and I was straddling his hips.
My body was moving instinctually before my mind even had time to catch up, still dazed and light from the pressure of my release. My hips moved up and down and I rolled them around, enjoying the different sensations each movement gave me.
Kit’s hands rested on my hips as he lay back and watched me. He was giving me control. He was letting me take charge. He was showing me that this was mutual, that he respected me enough to let me set the pace.
It empowered me, watching my man under me as I rode him. Putting me first, letting me take what I wanted.
What I wanted was more.
I slammed myself down on his cock, over and over. My legs burned and pain shot through my shoulder as my body jolted, but I didn’t care. I placed my hand on his chest, my nails scratching at his harden pec while I took my body higher and higher.
My breathing
became ragged. My body burned with the effort and my shoulder continued to protest, but I was almost there.
Kit’s hands dug into my hips, stilling me and I whimpered. My climax so close I could taste it, feeling it tingling in my toes.
“I got you, baby.” Kit held my hips up as he began once again pushing himself inside me relentlessly, using the bounce of the bed to his advantage.
I screamed, “Oh my God! Yes!” It only took second before my body burst once again, my head thrown back and my body racked with chills of ecstasy. With one final pull, he speared my pussy onto him and growled my name as his release shot into me, my convulsing walls drawing out every single drop of cum from his cock.
He sat up and wrapped his arms around me, he was still spasming inside me and both our breathing was erratic. I dipped my forehead to rest on his and closed my eyes.
“I got you, baby,” he repeated softly in between deep breaths.
“You got me.”
“Kit?”
“Mmm,” I responded. I was content and happy. Lying on my bed with my girl in my arms, her head resting on my chest and her hair tickling my face – fucking bliss. We’d spent the last few days mostly like this whenever I was free from club duties. We were finally beginning to feel each other, understanding what the other wanted and slowly getting to know what made the other tick. I was enjoying my time with her. Harmony was still getting used to the arrangement and spent most of her time in my room. She said she was using the time to do some extra study. Apparently, even though they were on break, she said there were still assignments that she needed to keep on top of.
“What’s going on? Who is this guy Daniel?”
I groaned, not wanting to have this conversation with her, but knowing it was inevitable. “He’s a bad guy, babe.”
She snorted and pushed herself up. I opened my eyes to find her staring down at me, worry creasing her beautiful face. “No shit. His goons tried to drag me into the back of a van. He attacks me in a dirty public bathroom. His look screams classy, but his actions say the complete opposite.”
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