Heartstrings: The Complete Collection

Epilogue

Epilogue

Mack

Eighteen Months Later

I grab Harmony’s hand as we climb out of the limo and enter the stadium. They used to look the same to me but experiencing things through Harmony’s eyes has made everything fresh and new.

Energy pumps through my system as we head to the dressing room, and I grab her before she can sit, pulling her onto my lap.

“How you doing, baby?”

Harmony gives me a soft smile. “Nervous, as always, but I’m fine. I can do anything so long as I’m with you.”

Her words hit me right in the heart. “Makes two of us.”

“Ten minutes!” the stage manager calls over the intercom.

Harmony presses her mouth to mine. Damn, she tastes good. Sweeter than sugar and far more addictive. I’ll never get enough of her.

“Places!”

She presses her forehead to mine. “I have a surprise for you after the show.”

“A surprise?” I run my hands down her back and squeeze her ass. “You gonna make me wait that long, Songbird?”

“Not that kind of surprise. Although…” She waggles her eyebrows and beams a glorious smile at me.

My heart flips at the joy in her eyes. She’s gorgeous, talented, and strong. And all mine. “Can’t wait, baby.”

I ease her off my lap and arrange my dick, which is always at full mast when she’s close. And when she’s not close. And every time I look at her or think about her.

I link my fingers with hers, and we walk to the stage entrance. Harmony will watch from here until I call her on stage for the first of our three duets. She’ll get a break between each song so she doesn’t get overwhelmed.

She’s been having regular therapy and relaxation sessions to help with her anxiety, and it's helped her immensely. I’m so proud of her—proud of my brave, beautiful wife.

My wife. Still sounds fucking awesome. We tied the knot a few months after we met in a low-key ceremony with our close friends. It was perfect and intimate, with no fanfare. A few weeks later, we gave an exclusive interview to a Kat Jennings from B-Side Magazine to keep the fans happy.

The last eighteen months have been nothing short of spectacular. After I fired Harry, we employed a new manager, who secured a better record deal that matched our vision, not the vision of the record company. Our first co-written album went platinum, and Harmony Mack has become a household name. Harmony’s first-ever concert was rough. She was amazing, delivering a polished performance, but the second she got off stage, she ran to the bathroom and barfed for ten minutes straight. I, of course, was there to hold her hair away from her face.

Although she still gets nervous, things have improved since then, and she handles herself like a pro now.

We’re back in New York for the final concert of a two-month tour, and we’re both looking forward to some rest and relaxation. Two months on the road surrounded by session musicians, our tour manager, and backline crew, to name a few, is no walk in the park. Once we’re done here, we’re booked into a hotel for the night before making the journey back to our place in the Catskills.

I pull Harmony in for a hug. “This is it, baby. You’ve got this. I’ll see you soon.”

“I love you,” she says, tugging my head down for a quick kiss.

“Love you too, Songbird.”

The lights go up, and the session musicians play the intro to the first song. The crowd screams. The usual pre-show electricity races through my body, but now it’s secondary to the sensation of my wife’s hands on my body.

I run onstage and launch into the first song, losing myself in the music and the magic of performing. My eyes regularly seek out my wife, and I grin as I see her dancing and singing along. We share an invisible connection, united by our love of music and something far deeper and more enduring.

After the third song, I introduce Harmony. I can see she’s nervous as she takes a deep breath and steps out on stage. The crowd roars as I pull her in for a quick kiss before she makes her way to the piano and sits on the stool.

The first haunting notes of the song we co-wrote, Perfectly Imperfect, echo through the stadium. The song starts slow, with Harmony taking the first verse, followed by me on the second. Our voices meld seamlessly on the chorus as the music builds to a crescendo before finishing with Harmony’s pure vocal as the last note fades.

The audience goes crazy. If there’s one thing I know, it’s how to read a crowd. And this one loves her.

I run to Harmony with a huge grin, sweeping her into my arms and kissing her in front of thousands of fans. I want every one of them to know how proud I am of this woman of mine.

The rest of the concert passes without a hitch, and as the last note fades, we’re both buzzing with endorphins.

Our tour manager, Dougie, meets us and leads us to where some of our fans are waiting to take pictures and get autographs. I smile through it all, drinking the ice-cold water Dougie had ready for us, which soothes my vocal cords. But all I want is to get my wife to our hotel so I can lose myself in her delectable body. Sex is always amazing with my woman, but there’s something about the residual buzz of a concert that makes us desperate for each other.

“Okay, folks. That’s all for tonight,” Dougie finally announces.

No sooner are the words out of his mouth than I’m ushering Harmony outside and into the limo. Max grins at us before activating the privacy screen. We’ve been known to fuck in the back of the limo after a performance, but it’s a five-minute journey to the hotel, and I intend to spend much longer than that worshipping my wife’s body.

Twenty minutes later, we’re both naked, and Harmony is writhing beneath me in the king-size hotel bed. I dip my head and suck her nipple into my mouth, earning a loud gasp that has blood surging to the head of my cock. I lap at her, suckling her breast while I pinch the other nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

Goosebumps rise on Harmony’s breasts and arms as she rolls her pussy rhythmically against my shaft. I know what my woman needs, and I’ll always take care of her.

Lining myself up, I slide inside her with one firm thrust, stretching her walls to fit my girth. She’s always tight, so damn tight. Fucking perfect.

“Oh, God,” she moans on a shaky exhale, wrapping her legs around my waist as I sink deep.

“So good, baby. You always feel so goddamn good,” I huff, pushing her leg back and tossing it over my forearm as I feed my girth into her slick cunt.

“Hard,” she demands, gripping my ass cheeks and raking her nails over the firm flesh.

I push deep, my balls nestled against her ass as I bury myself to the hilt. Then she squeezes me, and it’s game fucking over.

I draw back and sheathe myself inside her again and again. I look down to see her lips spread around me, slick with our juices. Her eyelids flutter each time I bottom out inside her, and I pick up speed, driving my hips at a steady pace.

Moving a hand between us, I find her clit, and a moan bursts from her throat. She meets my every thrust, her tits bouncing as she grinds against me.

“Oh, God, yes! Like that,” she whimpers. “Oh …!”

Her pussy locks down on me as she comes hard. My hips stutter, and my universe narrows to the woman I love as I jet my load inside her, pumping her full of my warm seed.

“God damn , Harmony,” I roar as I strain against her.

Harmony rolls her hips with my final surges, riding the last tendrils of her orgasm before melting into the mattress, breathing hard.

I collapse beside her, breathing hard. “Fuck.”

She chuckles, snuggling up next to me and resting her head on my chest. “Would you like your surprise now?”

Shit. I’d forgotten in our frenzy for each other. “Is it something I get to unwrap?”

“No gift wrap involved,” she says, placing a sweet kiss over my heart.

Taking my hand, she places it over her stomach.

Harmony

My husband’s eyes widen as the penny drops. “Oh, fuck. You’re pregnant?”

I nod, tears pricking at my eyes.

“Oh, shit, sweetheart. I … When … What …?”

I smooth my hand along his neat beard, loving the sensation against my palm. “When? About seven months from now. As for the what, I thought we could find out together.”

This past year and a half has flown by. So much has changed. Although I joked about it at the airport, Elli did indeed meet a filthy rich guy who fell in love with her, rescued her from her step-family, and whisked her off to live in New York. Noah was vacationing at Mountain Ridge Resort and fell for Elli after she accidentally kicked him in the nuts. But that’s a whole other story.

Noah is an agent for professional athletes. Being an ex-hockey player, he now represents his younger brother, Harrison, who plays for the New York Storm. And to prove it really is a small world, Harrison is now married to Jessica. Again, a whole other story.

Mack rubs his hand over my stomach. “I don’t care what it is so long as it’s healthy.” He shakes his head. “Shit! I’m gonna be a father.”

I grin. “The best.”

His face clouds over. “Are you feeling okay? Shit, we’ve been on the road for the last two months. You should’ve been at home, resting up. What if?—”

I stop him with a kiss. “I’m fine. I’m pregnant, not terminally sick.”

He smooths his hand through my hair. “You’ve given me so much. And now this? A baby. Our baby. I fall in love with you more every day, my songbird.”

I place my hand on his where it rests on my stomach. “Ditto. And then some.”

I’m a wife and soon-to-be mother. Life doesn’t get any better than this. Because of Mack, I’ve learned to accept my limitations and celebrate my successes, no matter how small. My anxiety is always there in the background, but with Mack by my side, I can face anything.

My heart is full, brimming over with love for my husband and our unborn child.

I’m his songbird. And he’s my hero.