Page 47 of Together in Harmony
“Even if she does hate Clash Towers,” laughs Asa.
“Not a CT fan?” asks Hugo. “Whoa, we might have to rethink this… friendship.”
I know he is joking but I feel stricken. My dad is one of their heroes. My dad, who turned a blind eye to the years of abuse I was subjected to by my half-brother.
Not even a blind eye really. He just didn’t care.
The tormenting started not long after Mom died. I was maybe eight. Screech was mean and nasty then, but it just got worse and worse. As he got older, he found more sophisticated ways to torment me.
Forget about it, Harmony. It’s in the past.
“Babe, listen to what we are working on, see if you can come up with a theme for it," says Lennox, bringing me back to the present.
Asa plucks the bottom string on his bass, and then launches into a throbbing, complicated pattern. Hugo and Lennox join in and produce a sound that is swirling, and heady. It’s hot.
They finish playing and in unison, look at me.
“It’s the heat of summer,” I start. “Not summer in the city, though, more hot, earth, blue skies, long grass. It’s when I lay in the meadow and the heat is so intense that I can feel the blood pounding in my head. Crickets, cicadas buzzing. Bones melting. And it’s very sexy.”
They stare at me. “I don’t know if that makes any sense?” I’m surprisingly un-nervous to share my opinion.
Why do these men give me confidence in myself?
Lennox has his eyes, half closed. He licks his lips. “It makes perfect sense to me. That first day I saw you, when you were lying in the meadow, that is exactly the feeling I had. I wanted to take you right there and then. Grind you down into the hot soil, flattening all that long grass to make our very own crop circle. I wanted to plant my seed deep inside your hot core.”
“Yeah, I think this is my cue to go answer some emails,” says Hugo, swiftly exiting.
I swallow convulsively. The atmosphere in the room has changed. I try and joke because I’m nervous and turned on at the same time. “And then you all terrified me, and I ran away and fell flat on my face.”
Asa moves towards me and kneels down at my feet. “You were running, but we caught you, didn't we?”
He moves his hand up my leg. My core heats up even more, and an oil slick spills between my legs.
“It reminds me, I should examine your wounds, make sure they are all better…” He starts to nuzzle around my calf and ankle, sliding his head on the side, obviously trying to see up my dress. Not hiding it at all.
I look up and see Lennox watching with great interest. He moves forward, and picks up one of my hands. “If Asa can kiss your ankle better,” he says, “then it is only fair for me to kiss your palms better isn’t it?”
So… dating both Asa and Lennox doesn’t necessarily mean dating at separate times? But…together? Whoa.
My body is responding to the idea very positively. My brain? My brain is mush, so just goes along with it.
Lennox’s green eyes are flaring and he brushes his thumb over my bottom lip. Though I should be freaking out, all I can think about is these gorgeous men in front of me.
I am going to die unless one of them kisses me soon. Also, I am having to consciously keep my hips anchored to the bench seat.
I remember Asa’s mouth on my mound.
Lennox lowers his head to mine. I close the gap between us, pushing my lips into his, then parting them, allowing him
access to my mouth.
This kiss is so deep, that I feel as though my heart is being drawn out of my body and smashed into his. Just through the power of this kiss.
Asa is still running his hand up and down my leg.
“I’m so fucking desperate to taste you again. Taste you through that white silk. Taste what's under it.” I can hear him talking to me, as at the same time Lennox darts his hot tongue into my mouth. That immediately sends bolts of lightening to my nipples. My newly awakened fantasies are playing out in real life.
Asa’s huge, warm hand glides up my thigh, then back down again. “We can stop, anytime you want.”
