Page 34 of Together in Harmony
She looks at me, she knows what she means to me.
How can I make this better?
“Having a drink is not going to make a jot of difference,” she gives a lopsided grin.
“Clara…” How the fuck could she be so calm? This is not a joke. I need all the details. “Where are you getting treated? What kind of cancer? Why the fuck are you on tour and not resting.”
“Hush boy, I knew you’d make a fuss. Had my lady bits cut out, that’s all. Don’t get in a lather.”
Fuck me.
We stay for thirty minutes, and Clara tells me of her treatment, and her prognosis. Thankfully it seems like the docs caught everything. I want to grill her further, but Clara starts yawning. Harmony and I walk her to the waiting car. As the limo drives off, I can’t shake off my worry.
I gather Harmony into my arms. Her body held against mine is the comfort I need right now.
“She is going to be fine,” she soothes. “You heard her, the operation was a success.”
“But she hasn’t had the all-clear yet,” I groan and bury myself further into her cloud of hair. Nuzzling closer and wishing I could be inside her right now. Celebrate life and loving, not think of pain and dying.
She holds me tight until I can get my shit together.
Eventually I break away. “OK babe, let's head to our ride.” I’d been planning to seduce her tonight. Yes, I had told her we would have a low-key, no pressure date. That Cinderella-home-by-midnight stuff was bullshit. I had totally aimed to fuck the shit out of her tonight.
But now that has changed. I want something different. Sure, I still want to plow that gorgeous body, but I want more than that. I want her to know me as an honorable man, someone she can trust. So even though I would do just about anything to feel the inside of her clench around my cock, I’m just going to drop her off and then go home.
Because that is what I said I would do, and I am someone she can trust.
But, goddam, I really want to plow her.
HARMONY
The wind from the helicopter blades blow a gale of warm air around us as Lennox walks me to the creaky screen door.
“Well, babe,” he says. “I kept my word, gave you a low-key, low-pressure date…”
He looks at his watch, “And it’s not midnight yet.”
Hanging backstage at a Clara concert is not exactly low-key—but we are home by midnight, I’ll give him that. Now that we are home, I'm wondering what happens next.
If he asks to come in…
I’m going to say yes.
“It was a beautiful night, Lennox. Thank you for everything.”
He grins. “So do I get a goodnight kiss?”
Well duh.
“Uhm, yes. That would be acceptable," I reply.
“I'm very glad about that.” He takes my face in his hands, and looks at me. He looks at me like I am the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. How he looks at me is intoxicating.
Then, pulling me closer, Lennox traces his nose along my cheek, down to my neck and inhales deeply. I can feel his hardness pressing against my stomach. Slowly, he moves his mouth close to mine.
And for the merest millisecond, Lennox touches my lips with his.
It’s a perfect moment.
