Sweet Harmony (Harmony Falls, Book One)

by Elizabeth Kelly

  “Why?” She scowled at him. “I want to taste you.”

  Fuck. She was going to kill him.

  “You let me make you come tonight and I’ll let you give me a blowjob tomorrow night. Deal?”

  It was only supposed to be tonight. He would make her come and then he’d keep his distance. There was no future for them. Only, the idea of her mouth on his dick was too intoxicating to give up.

  She chewed on her bottom lip. “Deal.”

  He immediately leaned in closer, cupping her breast as he took her mouth in a hard and demanding kiss. She returned his kiss, making those soft sweet sounds that drove him mad with desire.

  He loved kissing her. Her original awkwardness was long gone, her shyness at kissing him no longer an issue. Would she kiss Daniel as easily now? Would she make those same sweet sounds when he was the one kissing and touching her?

  He pulled away and she gave him a confused look, her mouth swollen and red from his kisses. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.” He tugged on the hem of her shirt. “Take this off.”

  She slipped it off and tossed it on the floor. She was wearing just a pair of panties and he stared at her naked breasts, his cock twitching with excitement. He leaned down and kissed between her breasts before licking a path to one taut nipple. Her cries of pleasure heightened his own need as he sucked hard on her nipple. Her hands clenched in his hair and her back arched.

  He teased both nipples with his teeth and his tongue. Her nipples were incredibly sensitive and her reaction to having them touched drove his need higher.

  “Connor, please!” she cried hoarsely.

  He rested a heavy hand on her thigh and tugged as he traced her collarbone with his tongue. Her legs tensed, and he kissed his way up her throat and licked the curve of her ear. “Open your legs, little Kira.”

  “I’ve never let anyone…”

  “I know,” he said. This was the moment where he was supposed to tell her they could stop. Tell her that he wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want him to do. Instead, he said, “Open your legs for me, honey.”

  She spread her legs and he caressed her inner thigh as he kissed her throat. She was trembling and he pressed a kiss against her mouth. “It’s all right, little Kira.”

  She kissed him again, slipping her tongue into his mouth. He sucked on it as he slid his hand up and cupped her pussy through her panties. The crotch was soaking wet and he pulled his head back, smiling down at her. “Your panties are soaked.”

  Red tinged her cheeks and he sucked on her bottom lip as he rubbed her through the wet material. Her back arched and he used his left hand to cup the back of her neck, holding her still for his kisses. When she was moaning and twisting against his hand, he released her mouth and studied her.

  “Please,” she panted before grabbing his wrist. “Connor, please.”

  He smiled and moved his hand to the waistband of her panties. He slipped his hand inside them, she spread her legs even wider and he swept his fingers over the soft curls at the top of her sex.

  “Connor,” she begged, “touch me.”

  “I am touching you, little Kira.”

  “Not there.” She moved restlessly against his hand before pushing on his wrist, trying to force his hand further down.

  “Where?” he teased.

  “You know where.” She gave him a look of frustration and he slid his hand down and cupped her wet pussy lips.

  He could feel the swollen bud of her clit pressing against his fingers and he kept them perfectly still. When Kira rubbed her pussy against his fingers, he squeezed the back of her neck and gave her a sharp nip to her throat.

  “Connor!”

  He grinned and gave in to her pleading. He used the pad of his fingers to brush repeatedly against her clit, watching her face as she cried out with pleasure. She rocked against his hand, making those small moans that drove him crazy. Still watching her face, he pressed one finger against her tight opening. She immediately tensed and he placed a soothing kiss on her mouth.

  “Relax, sweet Kira. I want to feel your tight little pussy squeeze around me when I make you come.”

  He kissed her again, until she was relaxed and clinging to him, before sliding his finger inside of her. She cried out against his mouth, her back arched and he rubbed her clit with his thumb as she pressed his second finger to her warmth. “Just one more finger, honey. All right?”

  She nodded, and he brushed away a strand of hair that was sticking to her cheek. She clung to his arm, panting slightly and her cheeks flushed bright red as he slid a second finger into her warmth. She was so fucking tight it made his balls ache with the need to be buried inside of her.

  He ignored the urge. She didn’t want him to fuck her and he couldn’t forget that. His knee was starting to throb, and he rubbed her clit with his thumb again. He needed to make her come before she realized he was in pain and put a stop to the whole thing. She would stop him, even if it meant she went without her orgasm, because she was the sweetest woman he’d ever met.

  He threaded his hand in her hair, holding tight when she tried to bury her face in his throat. “No,” he said as he flicked her clit with his thumb. “I want to see your face when you come on my fingers, little Kira.”

  She moaned and he smiled with satisfaction when she rocked her pelvis against his fingers, taking them deeper inside of her. He continued to rub her clit and when her body tensed, he pressed harder and faster.

  “Connor!” His name leaving her lips as she came was every bit as sweet as he thought.

  He held her upright through her climax, watching as her slender body trembled from the sweet pleasure and her wet pussy squeezed impossibly tight around his fingers. Fuck, he wanted to feel her squeezing around his cock like that.

  She slumped against him and, with a tinge of regret, he slid his fingers out from her pussy and her panties. He wanted to taste the liquid that covered them but knew it would embarrass her. Instead, he wiped his hand on the sheet and pressed a kiss against her head as she trembled against his body.

  “Oh my God,” she whispered. “That was incredible.”

  He kissed her head again. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

  “More than enjoyed it.” She reached out in the dark and he flinched when her hand brushed against his right knee.

  “Oh shit!” She sat up straight, pulling away from him and giving him a worried look. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to touch your knee. I was reaching for your co – I mean, I’m sorry. Oh God, how bad does it hurt?”

  “It’s fine,” he said. “It’s just a little sore because I’ve been sitting with it down for a while.”

  “Shit,” she repeated. “God, I’m an idiot.”

  She jumped up and grabbed her shirt from the floor, struggling into it before giving him a look of shame. “I shouldn’t have let you do that. You’re in pain.”

  “I wanted to do it,” he said.

  “That doesn’t mean I should have let you do it,” she scolded.

  He grinned and reached for her hand, squeezing it hard. “I’m glad you did.”

  She hesitated and gave him a shy smile. “Me too.”

  “Good.”

  He wanted to kiss her again, but she was already moving away to restack the pillows on the bed. “Here, lie back and we’ll get your leg up and I’ll grab a fresh ice pack.”

  He got comfortable on the bed, lifting his leg onto the stack of pillows as she hurried from the room. She returned a few minutes later with a bottle of water and an ice pack and she set it on his knee gently before opening the water and handing it to him.

  “Ladies first,” he said.

  She drank nearly half of it before giving him the bottle. He finished it off and set it on the nightstand as she cleared her throat. “Okay, well, um, I should go back to my own room now.”

  “Stay,” he said.

  She gave him a look of surprise. Truthfully, he was more than a little surprised himself. Where the hell did tha
t come from?

  “What?” she said.

  Now was the time to tell her thank you and let her go back to her own room. Instead, he said, “Stay with me in the bed.”

  Her gaze dropped to his crotch. He still had a semi and he shook his head immediately, hating that she thought that was all he wanted from her.

  Since when did it become more?

  He ignored his inner voice.

  “Not for that. I just thought it might, uh, be easier on both of us if you stayed in the bed with me. If I need something in the night, I can nudge you instead of texting you.”

  Holy fuck. He sounded like a moron.

  To his shock, she said, “Sure. Yeah, that makes sense.”

  She walked around to the other side of the bed and climbed in, lying on her side with her back to him. She wasn’t touching him, but he could feel the heat of her body and it weirdly made him feel more content to have her soft warmth in the bed beside him.

  “Good night, Connor. Thank you again for, um, you know,” she said.

  “It was my pleasure, little Kira. Good night.”

  He stared up at the ceiling, listening to Kira’s soft and rhythmic breathing and feeling a peace he hadn’t felt in a very long time.

  Chapter Sixteen

  “Connor?” Kira shut the front door. “Everything still okay?”

  “Just fine. How’s Grace?”

  She kicked off her shoes, set the bags of food in the kitchen on the table, and walked into the living room. Connor was where she’d left him two hours ago, on the sectional with his leg propped up on the end section and the TV remote in one hand. He muted the television as she sat next to him on the couch.

  “Did you get Grace’s car towed?” he asked.

  She nodded. “Yeah, Wade showed up just as I got there. He thinks it might be her starter, but he towed her car back to his shop and will look at it in the morning. I dropped her off at home and will pick her up in the morning to give her a ride to work. She said she could take the bus, but she’d have to leave at a ridiculous hour in the morning and Gracie is not a morning person.”

  He laughed. “Yeah, I’ve noticed.”

  She smiled at him. “Grace said to say hi. She really likes working for you, Connor. Says you’re the best boss she’s ever had.”

  “She’s a great employee,” he said. “Hiring her was one of my better decisions. Do you not have to go back to work tomorrow?”

  “No. I texted with Rose and she told me to just go ahead and take the week off.”

  He gave her a worried look. “Can you afford to just take the week off?”

  “It’s all good. My commission from the Stark sale has staved off the wolves for now.” She grinned at him, but the worry stayed firmly on his face. “Honestly, Connor. It’s fine. Anyway, I picked up some food from Nan’s Diner on my way home. The special was her chicken stew and biscuits, I hope you like her stew.”

  “Love it,” he said. “Thanks, Kira.”

  “You’re welcome.” She stood and headed toward the kitchen. “We’ll eat in here tonight, if that works for you?”

  “Sure,” he said.

  She glanced behind her, blushing a little when she realized he was staring at her ass. He didn’t look the least bit ashamed to be caught staring at her butt. In fact, he gave her that flirty grin that showed off his dimple. “We’ll have a bite to eat and watch a little Netflix. What do you think?”

  Her pussy clenched when his gaze flickered to her crotch for the briefest of moments. God, she hoped by Netflix he meant, ‘you can suck on my cock’. Her cheeks were heating up and she turned away before he could see. “Yeah, that sounds great.”

  She hurried into the kitchen, her pussy still doing that slow and maddening throb it had been doing all damn day. All she had to do was think about Connor and she got wet. She was going insane. She’d spent most of the day alternating between feeling guilty about how much she wanted Connor and daydreaming about stripping him naked and spending the day in his bed exploring every part of his body with her mouth.

  Grace could tell immediately that something was up, but Kira couldn’t talk to her about it. Not yet anyway. Not when the memory of how absolutely perfect it felt to have Connor touching her was so fresh in her mind.

  She grabbed a couple bowls from the cupboard and spooned the stew into them before grabbing water from the fridge and silverware from the cupboard. She set the biscuits on two small plates and put everything on a large wooden tray.

  Connor had said she could give him a blowjob tonight and she was pathetically hopeful that he still meant it. She wanted to taste him. She wanted to hear his harsh moans as she sucked on that surprisingly big dick. She wanted to have sex with him.

  She stopped in the middle of lifting the tray, her biceps bulging, and set it back on the table.

  “Crap,” she whispered. She wanted to have sex with Connor.

  No, you don’t. You’re just on some weird sexual high. It’s a normal reaction, okay? Connor gave you the best orgasm of your life, it’s no surprise that you want to bang him. The feeling will pass. Don’t give up on something you’ve wanted since you were a teenager, just because Connor knows how to make you come.

  She stared blankly out the kitchen window. Her head was saying all the things it was supposed to say, but she didn’t believe a word of it. She wanted to have sex with Connor.

  “Hey, Kira?” Connor called from the living room.

  “Yeah?”

  “Can I trouble you for some water as well?”

  “Already got it,” she said.

  She picked up the tray and took a deep breath. Everything was fine. So, she wanted to give her virginity to Connor. No big deal, right? It was just a stupid piece of skin, nothing special about it, more of an embarrassment than anything. Being a virgin at twenty-five was stupid.

  Why shouldn’t she sleep with him? He wanted her and she wanted him, and it was no big deal. In a few more days, after his knee had healed some more and they got the results back from the MRI, she would ask him to have sex with her. Easy as pie.

  * * *

  Kira was restless. She’d been shifting and squirming on the couch next to him for the last half hour. It was entirely his fault and he couldn’t deny there was a part of him that loved that he affected her this way.

  He smoothed his fingers across her upper arm again, smiling blankly at the TV when she trembled against him. About an hour into watching TV, he’d casually put his arm around her. She hadn’t objected, in fact she’d snuggled in against him, tucking her legs up under her and resting the back of her skull on his shoulder.

  He’d lost all interest in the TV show they were watching and had deliberately set out to seduce her. Any shame he might have felt about it was buried by thoughts of her mouth on his dick. Not that she’d brought up blowing him since last night, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t still interested, right?

  God, he hoped she still wanted to blow him.

  It was all he could think about today and he’d found himself staring intently at her mouth more than once. Thankfully, she hadn’t seemed to notice.

  He traced small circles on her skin with the tips of his fingers before bending his head to the top of her skull and inhaling deeply. She always smelled so good.

  “Did you just sniff me?” Kira looked up at him.

  He grinned at her. “Maybe.”

  “Thank God I showered today,” she said.

  He laughed. “You always smell nice.”

  “Thank you.” She shifted against him again before pausing the television. “Did you want to finish the show or…”

  “Or?” He studied her mouth and watched the heat rise in her cheeks.

  “Um…”

  He loved teasing her, loved the way she got flustered around him when he flirted. He moved his hand to her upper chest and trailed his fingers just above her small breasts. She made a low moan and his grin widened. “Why don’t we go to my bedroom?”

  “How’s your k
nee?” Kira studied his leg.

  “Fine,” he said. “Not as sore as it was.”

  She gave him a pensive look and he bent his head and pressed a kiss against her soft lips. “It’s good, little Kira.”

  “Are you sure?” she asked.

  “Yes.” He studied her sweet face. “But if you don’t want to do this, that’s perfectly fine. We can keep watching TV.”

  “No,” she said. “No, I want to give you a blowjob. If, uh, you still want that?”

  He rubbed his thumb across her lower lip. “Trust me when I say it’s all I’ve thought about all day.”

  “That might be slightly more pressure than I can handle,” she said with a small smile.

  He cupped the back of her neck and dropped his mouth onto hers, kissing her with small nips and licks at her lips until she was moaning, and her hands were fisted into his shirt. He would never tire of her reaction to his touch.

  “Believe me,” he said against her lips, “whatever you do will be amazing. Come to the bedroom with me, honey.”

  She nodded and shut off the TV as he carefully stood up and grabbed his crutches. He crutched his way down the hall to the bedroom, Kira right behind him. He stood next to the bed and leaned his crutches against the wall before smiling at her. “You’re so beautiful, Kira.”

  “Thank you.” She stood in front of him and tugged his shirt up over his head, dropping it on the floor. She ran her hands over his chest and leaned in to press a kiss just above his right nipple. “You’re beautiful too.”

  He cupped the back of her skull as she kissed across his chest. When her tongue flicked across his nipple, he made a hoarse moan of need. She sucked experimentally as her fingers traced the waistband of his shorts and he gasped in air before tugging her head away. “Fuck, you’re going to make me come before I even feel your hot little mouth around my cock.”

  She smiled shyly at him before tugging his shorts and briefs down his thighs. His cock sprang free, precum already coating the tip of it and she stroked him a few times as he groaned with pleasure.

  “Lie in the middle of the bed, honey,” she said.