Harmony for Christmas (Dansboro Crossing #4)

Chapter 12

twelve

BEAU

“I guess I’d have to say, if I could pick anywhere to go on vacation, it would be Greece,” I say. We decided to continue our card game we started last night. The questions are much tamer this time.

I agree with Harmony, it’s a good way to get to know someone. I also think we’re out of creative ways to keep ourselves entertained that doesn’t include seeing the pizza again.

“Really. Why?”

“The water is supposed to be amazing. There’s history everywhere, and the food is good.” I shrug. “I don’t know, just seems like a good spot.”

“I agree, I’ve always heard it’s beautiful. I think my fantasy vacation is hiking to Machu Picchu.” We decided on a different format this time. Whoever wins the hand gets to ask the question, but we both answer. Makes the game go faster. “I don’t know why. The pictures of it always looks like it’s mystical especially the ones with the fog.”

“Yeah, those are pretty cool looking. Okay, I’d tag along on that one.”

“We should make a pact to do both someday.” She holds out her pinkie to me.

What the hell. I loop it in mine and we “shake” on it. Sitting back, she sweeps up the cards and begins to shuffle. “You know, I’ve traveled all over the country singing. I never see anything except the bus windshield, hotel rooms, and venues. It would be nice to have time to see something else.”

“I understand. The only time I seem to leave here is to see Travis in Austin.” I don’t tell her that part of that is because I haven’t bothered to go anywhere in a long time. Vacationing on my own just doesn’t appeal to me. Harmony in a bikini floating in the Aegean, however, sounds like heaven. I let my mind stray to all the things I could do to her on a private beach.

“Beau?”

“What?” I guess I’ve been daydreaming for a while now. The cards have already been dealt. I snatch mine up and organize them into runs and suites. “You know this would be much better if it was strip poker,” I point out.

“I would be naked by now. I’m horrible at this.”

“Exactly. That’s a game I could really get behind.”

“Or we could just skip the poker part,” she says, batting her eyelashes at me.

“Now you’re thinking.” Throwing my cards over my shoulder, I grab one of her ankles and jerk her down on the bed. She squeals with laughter as I pounce.

That squeal turns into a moan as I trap her underneath me. My dick is already hard and insistent, pressed against her heat. There are at least two layers of sweats separating us, but I can feel her through all of it.

“Beau,” she breathes. My hand slides up her ribs until I can cup her breast. My teeth nip at her lips in a promise of what’s to come.

We still have on too many clothes though. I make quick work of hers, pulling her shirt over her head and her sweats down her legs. Had I known she wasn’t wearing anything underneath either, we would have been here long ago.

“Where’s your panties, dirty girl?” I don’t know where the words come from. I wasn’t lying when I said I saved it all for her. I just didn’t realize that’s what I was doing all these years.

Sitting up on my knees, I look down at her glorious body. “How dirty are you? Should we find out?” Pulling her up, I reverse our positions. She looks lost.

“Take off my shirt,” I say with a sigh. She scrambles to pull it over my head. “Now the pants.” I do have on underwear, so she pulls them both down with one tug. Her lustful gaze meets mine when she’s done. “You know what you want. Take it.” Her eyes grow wide before they slide down my body.

“I’m not good at this,” she whispers.

“Hey,” I say, pushing myself up on my elbows. “Look at me.” Her gaze slowly meets mine again. “Do you see how hard you made me just playing cards? There’s no standard you have to live up to. Just your touch will drive me crazy.”

She smiles, then her head lowers. Her tongue takes a tentative lick, and I almost lose my mind. My growl must encourage her because her lips wrap around me.

Her mouth is warm, her tongue teasing as she slides down. The next time she bobs her head, I feel her throat. My hips rock before I can stop them.

I’m still on my elbows so I don’t miss when one of her small hands wraps around me and the other finds her clit. She plays with my tip as her hand pumps my shaft in a steady rhythm. It matches the pace she strokes herself with.

“Jesus,” I swear. “You’re going to make me come, and you haven’t earned it yet.”

“Earned?” she asks as her sweet lips pop off my dick.

“You heard me.” I expect her to put up a fight, but she only stares at me. Honestly, I’m just winging it now. The only thing I know is I don’t want to finish in her mouth. Not this time anyway. That can come later when my legs give out. Moving to my knees, I hold out a hand. “Come here.”

She takes my hand, trusting me to take care of her. When she’s flush against me, I place her hands on my shoulders, grasp her ass, and pull her up my thighs. I press inside her as she wrestles to hold on to me. She can’t reach the bed with her knees. I’m in total control. I stare into her eyes as I start to press up using my thighs.

“Beau,” she moans. Her eyes widen when I thrust again, then they relax. She presses her lips against mine.

I’m lost. I know I’m falling hard, but I have no idea how to keep her. So, I do what I can to burn the memory of me in her mind. I set a punishing pace. Her breath begins to come in panting, little gasps as she rubs against my body.

“I’m—I’m,” she pants. I stop.

“Not until I say so,” I growl. Her eyes pop open, and she sears me with a glare. She wiggles trying to get purchase on the bed, but she’s still suspended on me. Her hands struggle to press her up hoping to find the rhythm again, but I won’t let her. My body is flush to hers giving her no ability to finish. Finally, she gives up and settles against me.

That’s when I begin building her orgasm again. It comes quicker this time, but I still deny what she wants. She doesn’t give me warning this time though—she’s getting smarter. I stop anyway even though we’re both in pain now. I can’t get off until she does. The third time we begin, she watches me out of one eye.

“Oh my god, Beau,” she complains when we stop again. “I’ve heard of this, but I swear if you stop again I’m going to axe murder you.” I slap her right ass cheek. Her eyes glaze over with lust.

“Be good,” I hiss.

“Please, daddy. Make me come.” It’s my turn to be shocked. She’s turned this whole game up a notch. It works because she gets what she wants as I thrust back up on my knees. It only takes twice more before her back arches. “Fuck,” she screams and sinks her teeth into my shoulder.

“Harmony,” I moan before my mind floats away. She’s draped on my shoulder when my head clears again. I want to ask if she’s okay, but I have to catch my breath first.

My thighs are screaming, my head is spinning, and I could really use something to drink, but I stay perfectly still holding her. I’m not done, not by a long shot. This is nice though, just sitting here.

“Can you help me down?” she finally asks.

“Hold on.” I slowly bend forward until she’s flat on her back. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she says with a grin. “That was crazy.”

“Crazy good?”

“Crazy amazing.” Her eyebrows knit. “Did I bite you?”

“I think so.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why? I’m not.” I try to see the mark on my shoulder, but it’s just out of range. “Fucking sexy.” I move so she can sit up. Her fingers graze the bite making me shiver.

“I don’t think I broke the skin. You’re going to have a heck of a mark though,” she says. “I’ll be back, need to use the facilities.”

“Do you want something to drink?” Hunting around, I finally find my sweats and step into them. Harmony, however, gathers up her clothes and walks naked to the bathroom. I take a moment to appreciate the red mark I left on her fabulous ass.

“Water would be good,” she calls from the bathroom. “Maybe something to snack on?”

“I’ve got you.” Reacher gets up from his pillow next to fire to follow me into the kitchen. I pour some food into his bowl and grab a bag of Chex Mix from the pantry. Pulling two bottles of water out of the fridge, I head back to the living room. Harmony walks in a few minutes later.

“Get the cards,” she snaps. It takes a while, but eventually we’ve located them all. She shuffles them and deals. Her eyebrows are creased in concentration as she studies her cards. I’m not sure what’s got her on edge, but I’ll just wait it out. She snatches up cards and discards like we’re locked in a death match.

“Gin,” she announces after five minutes. That might be the fastest hand I’ve played. She tosses her cards down and stares at me. One eye squints as she studies me. Jesus, what have I done now? “So, I want to know who taught you that?”

“Taught me what?”

“That,” she says, twirling an arm around as if that explains everything. “The bronc cowgirl maneuver. The delayed gratification thing.” I try to keep a straight face. I really do, but I laugh anyway. Bronc cowgirl maneuver?

“Where did you learn the ‘daddy’ thing?” I say, trying to turn the tables on her.

“Obviously, I read.” She crosses her arms over her chest to wait me out.

“Honestly, I just made it up.” She scowls not believing a word I’m saying. “Okay, I may have Googled some stuff once.”

“Well,” she answers, “we may need to see about getting you better internet if that’s what you’re going to do in your spare time.” She gathers up the cards a little more slowly this time. “Do you have anything else in that arsenal?”

“I have a few ideas I’d like to try.”

“Good answer. We don’t need these then.” She tosses the cards in the air. As they rain down around us, I tackle her to the bed. “You know, I don’t think I miss having TV at all,” she adds with a laugh.

“Good answer.”