Worthy of the Harmony (Mountains & Men Book 2) (6 page)

She scowls at me in disbelief. “Your sister has seen me twice. The first time, I was drugged and unconscious. Now, I’m all over your dick—
naked!
You’ll have to excuse me if I’m suddenly
not
in the mood.”

“About the part where you’re all over my dick, I—”

“Forget it, Sage. I—”

“No. Fuck no,” I insist as I slide one hand down around her ass, the other around her neck, holding her against me as I lift to my knees. She opens her mouth in protest, but I press my lips against hers before she can utter a word. She makes one final attempt to pull away from me, but her efforts are half-hearted. When I sweep my tongue over hers, she sighs in sweet resignation.

Yeah. That’s what I thought.

“Lean back, baby,” I say, easing her head and shoulders onto the bed. “I’ll take care of you, just like I always do. This ain’t over until I hear you scream.”

“God, I’m surprised there’s room for me in this bed with you and your ego,” she quips.

“What was that?” I ask, turning my ear toward her as I begin to rock my pelvis against hers. She hums a sigh on my first stroke and a smirk tugs at my lips as I guide her legs around my back. “Mmmhmm. Your orgasm is
mine
, gorgeous.” I grip her hips tightly as I ram my cock in and out of her. From this angle, it’s not long before she starts to unravel.

“Oh, god,” she groans, reaching behind her to grab hold of anything she can find. Her fingers extend the end of the bed and she latches on as she arches her back, spurring me on. “Shit—
Sage!
”

“You still want me to stop?” I grunt, knowing full well nothing—not even the fucking apocalypse—could make me pull out of her now.

“Stop and I’ll kill you!” she manages, her breaths coming in shallow, ragged inhalations. “
Sage
—” She gasps and then makes the sexiest noise. I can’t even call it a moan—it’s deeper, more melodic, and it pushes me closer to my own release.

“Come, Millie,” I demand, my jaw clenched as I force my body to hold on just a little bit longer. “Come, baby!”

“I’m—I’m—coming! Fuck!” she cries out, her body trembling around mine. “Oh, my god—Sage!”

“Jesus,” I groan, her pussy clenching tightly around my cock, coaxing my release. “Hell, yeah, baby doll.” I thrust into her once, then once more before my body stills, my pleasure robbing me of mobility. I heave in a few deep breaths as I smile down at Millie and then I bring my body down to rest on top of hers. “What’d I tell you?” I pant. “I got you, gorgeous. Don’t doubt.”

“Mmm,” she hums, reaching up to kiss my lips. “Won’t happen again.”

“Damn straight.” I punctuate my declaration with another kiss. When I open my mouth around hers, she traces her fingers up my neck and sinks them into my hair, keeping me close. I kiss her deeper, transfixed by the way just her lips make my heart race. She sighs contentedly, causing my dick to twitch; then she groans, pulling at my hair as she severs our kiss.

“No. You can’t get hard again.”

“Wanna bet?” I chuckle.

“I’m serious, Sage,” she says, cupping her hand around my mouth when I lean down for more. I can tell she’s fighting a smile. She’s so goddamn stubborn. “It’s time for you to take me home.”

I stick my tongue out, licking her fingers, and she gasps, pulling her hand away. I laugh softly, immediately dipping my head to pepper her neck with kisses. “You sure you can’t stay? Rosemary really has been dying to meet you.”

“Absolutely not,” she sighs, absentmindedly tilting her head to grant me full access to what I want. “I have every intention of sneaking right through the front door.”

I pull away from her, grinning when her eyes meet mine. “You’re planning on
sneaking
out?” She nods and I bite back a laugh. “Remind me again which one of us is the immature one?”

“Hey,” she protests, giving me a shove. “There’s no way in hell I’m meeting
anyone
looking like some groupie sex kitten.” With that, I burst out laughing, rolling away from her and onto my back. She sits up, shaking her head at me before she climbs out of bed.

“Come on, doll face. Give yourself some credit. You’re far from a groupie.”

She looks back at me from over her shoulder and rolls her eyes before she steps into her thong. “Anyway—meeting family was never part of our deal.”

“It’s not
not
part of our deal, either,” I counter, standing to my feet as I remove the condom. I knot it and then toss it into the wastebasket next to my desk.

“Not happening,” she tells me, slipping her arms into her bra straps before she pulls her shirt over her head. “At least not today.”

“Fine. Not today.” I accept the fact that Rosy’s chances at an introduction would have been a lot higher had she
not
intruded on us while we were in such a compromising position. She’ll whine about how much she wants to meet the girl who’s turning me into a sap, but really, she brought this on herself. I’ve got more important things to discuss with the beauty whose scent now coats my skin. “Let’s talk about our date.”

“What date?”

“The date I’m taking you on,” I reply nonchalantly, heading for my dresser. I don a pair of boxers and cutoff sweats before pulling a tank over my head. “Just you and me, doll face. How does Wednesday sound?” I ask, slipping on my glasses.

“Wednesday is the middle of the week.”

A smirk graces my lips as I close the distance between us, circling my arms around her waist. I don’t mention how impressed I am that she’s more concerned about the day of the week I’ve chosen than the fact that I’m insisting we go out just the two of us. “Can’t do Friday, baby doll, and Saturday is too far away.”

“It’s a school night,” she protests.

“Come on, Professor Valentine. Break some rules. Live a little! You know I’ll make it worth your while,” I say, wiggling my eyebrows at her. She pauses and I can read hesitation in her eyes. I press my mouth against hers and then tug her bottom lip between my teeth before kissing her once more. “Millicent…” Her eyes widen and she sucks in a quiet breath at the sound of her name. Her reaction is so minute, if I wasn’t paying attention, I’d miss it—but I’m always paying attention. At least, I am as far as she’s concerned. “You know there’s no use in arguing. So just say yes.”

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Wednesday,” I murmur, cupping my hands around her ass.

“Wednesday.”

“That’s my girl.” I slap her backside and smack a kiss against her lips before I pull away from her. “Alright. Let’s sneak you out of here.” I hold my hand out and her palm meets mine before I lace my fingers between hers. Then it hits me like a tidal wave.

“
If I sneak you out the back, will you let me come?

Take a chance, just one glance, and we’ll both be gone.

Let’s run real fast, drive real slow where you wanna go.

We’ll blow through perfect towns/ We’ll leave a mess behind.

Forget the girl you were/ I’m not the boy I was

You turn me upside down/ I’ll make your world go ‘round.
”

The words stop just as quickly as they came. Without even thinking about it, I hum the melody once more, committing it to memory while I stare into Millie’s dark green eyes. As the workings of a new song fade away, my muse is all I see. I kiss her—hard—in awe of the unexplainable way she inspires me. I’ve got it so fucking bad. I know I’m in way over my head—but when she kisses me back, gripping hold of my shirt as I part her lips with my tongue, I know she’s who I want and I’m not sorry.

I pull away from her, resting my forehead against hers as I drag in a couple deep breaths. “Come on, doll face, before I forget I’m not allowed to get hard again.”

She laughs and the sound makes my dick jerk.

Suddenly, Wednesday seems too far away.

MILLIE DOESN’T LET
me linger long after I drop her off. I’m back home within the hour, hungry as a motherfucker. When I walk inside the house, I head straight for the kitchen. Having spotted Rosy’s old, red VW Bug still parked outside, I’m not at all surprised to hear her calling my name as I bypass the living room.

“Hey! Where have you been?” she asks, hurrying after me.

“Um, out,” I grumble, unappreciative of her tone—as if I owe her an explanation of my whereabouts. If she thinks she deserves a damn thing after what happened earlier, baby sister has another thing coming.

“I went out to take Maestro for a walk and when I got back, you were gone. Where’s Millie?”

I cough out a laugh as I step into the pantry, reaching for a box of cereal. When I turn around, my little sister is right behind me. Barefoot, she stands at the short height of five-two. Like me, the little bit of Italian blood we inherited from our mother is the reason behind her light olive tone skin and her deep, dark brown hair. Hers hangs long and thick halfway down her back. Her eyes are blue, too, just a few shades darker than mine. That’s our Scottish blood’s doing. I’d be an idiot to ignore the fact that she’s a knockout. She’s my sister, yeah, but I see it—as does every other dick who crosses her path. Keeping all douche bags out of her pants is a priority of mine.

Right now, however, she’s just in my way.

“I took Millie home,” I reply, gently but assertively pushing her to the side so that I can get to the refrigerator.

“Dammit. I freaked her out, didn’t I?”

“No shit, Sherlock. What were you thinking, anyway? Don't you knock?” I ask, pulling the milk from the fridge.

Rosemary snatches the half empty gallon away from me, earning a frown. “It's almost three in the afternoon, Sage. You are not eating cereal.”

“Back off,
mom
, I'm hungry,” I protest, taking back the milk.

“Ha. Ha,” she deadpans, turning to open the fridge once more. “You know mom would disapprove. Cereal is not a meal.”

Ignoring her, I fill up a bowl, pouring too much milk, causing the colorful, fruity circles to spill over the top and onto the counter. As I shovel my first spoonful into my mouth, I watch Rosemary pull out lunch meat, cheese, mayo and mustard. A small smile tugs at my lips. She's such a caretaker, just like our older sister Pepper; and she's always trying to feed people, just like mom.

“How about you stop bitching about my food preferences and we get back to why you thought it was okay to invite yourself into my room without so much as a single knock?”

She grimaces, pausing as she sets out the bread. I lift my eyebrows in question, consuming another spoonful of my
non-meal.
I refuse to ease up on her, no matter how big her puppy dog eyes.

“'Sup, bro,” greets Maddox, entering the room with his fingers wrapped around four empty beer bottles that he deposits in the trash. No one would guess it by the looks of him, but he likes to keep a clean house. The rest of us aren't slobs, but Mad Lips is always the first to start cleaning up from the night before. “Heard Baby McCoy walked in on you and Millie bumping uglies,” he says with a sly grin.

I drop my spoon into my bowl and glare at Rosy.

“I'm sorry! I was a little flustered after, well, you know…I ran into Maddox on my way out with Maestro. It slipped.”

I reach up and rake my fingers through my hair before I look over at Maddox. “For the record, there's nothing ugly about her pussy.” He laughs, hopping up to sit on the counter top across from where I’m standing at the kitchen island. Rosy groans as she assembles my sandwich. “I'm still waiting,
Rosemary
.”

“How was I supposed to know that you weren't alone?” she cries defensively. “You hardly ever bring girls over. I figured, since your car was parked outside and it was so late in the day, that you’d be alone. I said I was sorry!”

“Could have been worse,” says Maddox with a shrug. “She could have caught you rubbin’ one out.”

“First of all,” I pause, stick my hand in my pocket and then pull it out, flashing him my middle finger. “I don’t have to rub out shit.”

“Stop lying,” he scoffs. “You’re telling me she got you off even after Baby McCoy—”

I wink at him, reaching for my spoon in order to devour another huge bite. He barks out a laugh and sticks out his fist, clearly impressed. I knock my knuckles against his and Rosy reaches over to smack my arm.