I sat on the edge of the bed with my guitar resting on my knee. Kit had demanded I kept my arm in the sling, muttering something about tearing my stitches out. I complied, having lost any type of energy I had to argue with him.
Even after our conversation where we had laid everything out there, as soon as he was gone I started second guessing myself and my decisions. Like every normal person, when I’m alone I started over-thinking things, going over possible but ridiculous scenarios in my head. This only made me angry and frustrated, and a little bit crazy too. Usually, I would pick up my guitar and play. I could do it for hours, just play and let the music take me to somewhere else. But that seemed to prove harder with a bullet hole in my shoulder.
I tried to maneuver my bad arm over the top of my guitar, trying to find a way to situate it so I could strum. My shoulder burned, but the need to play overwhelmed anything else and my fingers itched to pluck the strings. Finally finding a place that felt even slightly comfortable, I found the frets with my other hand and moved my fingers to a chord.
Avicii’s ‘Wake Me Up’ wasn’t too complicated, so I started with that.
Strumming down the strings I felt a sharp sting in my shoulder, I ignored it and continued to play slowly. I only made it through eight or so bars before the pain became unbearable and tears began to trickle from my eyes.
“Stupid! So stupid!” I gripped the neck of the guitar and threw it across the room. It hit Kit’s desk with a loud bang and crashed to the floor, papers and other crap scattering around. I squeezed my eyes tightly together, willing the tears to stop unsuccessfully as I slid to the floor.
Music had been my outlet for as long as I could remember. When I was happy, I played. When I was angry, I played. When I was sad, or frustrated, or completely and utterly over the world, I fucking played. My guitar and music had gotten me through break-ups and break-downs and now, well now, I didn’t even have that.
I let out a frustrated growl and held my head in my hand. I don’t know how long I sat like that, but soon the door swung open. I didn’t even bother to look up and see who it was. I knew it was him. He didn’t say anything as he shut the door quietly behind him and walked over to his now messed up desk and picked up my guitar off the floor.
I cradled my arm close to my body. It was obvious how much of an idiot I’d been, trying to play with a bullet wound in my shoulder, as it was now throbbing in protest of my stupidity.
“It’s still in one piece,” he said.
I snorted. “I don’t care, it’s not like I can play the damn thing.”
“That what this temper tantrum is about?”
I looked up sharply, finally taking a look at him. He was shirtless, his cut slipped on over his naked torso and his white T-shirt tucked into the side of his pants. The sight of him made my body tingle, his well-defined abs glistening with sweat and stained with a few smudges of dirt. He had mentioned something this morning about going to help the boys in the scrap yard down the road, another business they partly owned. A small trail of dark hair led from his belly button down and disappeared under his low hanging jeans. I wanted to trace it with my fingers, knowing I would find a prize at the end. I shook my head, trying to snap out of my lust-filled mind.
“You wouldn’t understand,” I said sternly, standing up and proceeding to pick up the few papers and knick-knacks from the floor, which had flown off the desk during said temper tantrum.
“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.”