24. Harmony
Harmony
I'd locked myself in the fourth stall, as far away from the door as possible. But I was sure that didn't make a difference when my perfume is so thick it makes my head spin.
The toilet seat creaks as I adjust myself, probably giving away my position.
“I’m fine, Jaxx,” I say, though my voice is so high-pitched, I’m sure it’s obvious I’m not. “How did you get in here? My bodyguards should be outside.”
“Let's just say I'm very persuasive," he chuckles.
I don’t believe him, but his voice is making me so hot that I can’t think clearly enough to call him out on it.
“I don't need anything from you. You should leave.”
“Are you sure?” Jaxx asks. I can hear the smile in his voice, and the clicking of his shoes on the tiled floor as he enters the bathroom. “It sounds like you're in pain.”
I pull in a sharp breath as he draws closer.
He’s exactly what I want and need right now, but I can’t afford any more drama.
Shots of Maddock pressing me against the car are already circulating on social media and gossip magazines.
The only reason the reporters didn't bring it up earlier is because they were told they'd be kicked out if they tried asking about my personal life.
There’s a light thud, and the door rattles. I can see his shoes in the strip under the door, and I’m sure he’s leaning against it.
“You don't have to lie to me, sweetheart. I can smell you from a mile away.”
He’s so close, and his pheromones are already seeping through to me.
As soon as they brush over me, I shudder, and a fresh wave of slick builds up in me.
My need is too much, and I’m going to perfume again if I don’t keep rubbing my clit.
My heart clenches, and a beat of lust pounds through me at his closeness.
“How's that pussy of yours doing?” he asks, his voice so thick that I shudder. “Are you sure you don’t need help?”
As my fingers circle carefully and my legs spread wider, my body aches for him. I want him close, and on me, and in me so that I can taste him again and sate this burning hunger.
“I’m right here, sweetheart,” he says softly. “I can stay as long as you need me to.”
I suck in another breath at how gentle his voice is. I want him so much, but I'd be an idiot to say yes. If anyone finds out, it could be even worse than the Ross incident.
But that’s the problem with my omega senses. That part of myself never thinks about what is best for me—just what I need the most.
Like the six foot tall alpha on the other side of the door with honeyed lips and a dangerous tongue offering me his help.
“I just need your pheromones. Nothing else,” I say cautiously.
The toilet creaks again as I drop my legs and slowly stand. I reach for the lock, waiting to hear his answer, but he doesn’t reply.
I wonder if he isn’t actually interested in helping me, and he'd only come for sex.
I hope what I saw of him in that broom closet was more of the real Jaxx than the playboy that shows up in the media. But maybe that's what all the omegas he flirted with hoped.
“Then all I need to do is hold you?” he finally asks.
I draw in a slow breath, my heart beating with nerves. My hand wraps around the lock, just as he grips the top of the door.
Four thick, tanned fingers clutch the edge, like a promise of what he could do to me.
“The same as before. I'm not Harmony, you're not Jaxx. No expectations, no strings.”
“We're just two people with needs,” he continues. “I can be whatever you want me to be right now, sweetheart.”
“Is that okay?” I ask, though he sounds so sincere.
“It's more than okay. But you're going to have to open this door to find out if that's enough for you.”
I squeeze my eyes closed, still not sure if I’m making the right decision. But the longer I put it off, the more my pussy aches, and I know it’s inevitable.
I just hope this won’t bite me in the ass. In a bad way.
The lock screeches as I pull it back, and Jaxx's eyes widen as he finds me standing in my underwear.
The second I see him, I perfume, my legs weak, my body hot, whimpering as his expression grows dark and he drinks me in.
“Fuck,” he growls. “Is that really you?” he asks.
I press my hand across my stomach like I can hide myself.
“Just your pheromones, okay?” I croak. I should have put my suit back on before I let him in.
Because he takes a step forward, crowding my space like I remember, his body twice the size of mine. And I love it that way. I love how he opens his arms, his hands shaking as he holds himself back and waits for me.
And I whimper as I step into them.
He smells so good, and the moment is so right as he gathers me up in a bear hug and drowns me in his pheromones and his scent.
I relax into him, just like his omega would, and he props his chin on top of my head.
I wrap my arms around him, holding him tighter, burying my face in his chest so I can inhale deeply, and relax.
If I were a normal person, I’d have celebrated my first F1 drive on a professional circuit with the rest of the team. Instead, I am wound up and horny and begging an almost stranger for his pheromones.
My head clears, and the heat in my body drifts away as they flow from him and comfort me.
We said we were just people. That there was nothing more here. And I want to trust that he’ll keep that promise.
“I’m okay now,” I say softly, loosening my hold and gently easing back. But his arms are stiff, and he holds on even tighter with a possessive growl that both excites and annoys me.
“Just one more minute,” he whispers.
“We’re going to have to move at some point,” I say.
“I don’t want to let you go again,” he confesses. His voice is muffled, even against my ear.
I started this whole thing by perfuming in the car, but I need to be the one to end it.
I won’t tell him it’s a mistake. Because I would have done the same thing if Everest had followed me. He just happens to be the one here.
“Jaxx,” I say with warning in my voice. I should have moved away when I had the chance, and not tipped my head back to meet his expression, which stole my breath away.
“Harmony,” he replies, hitting me with such a look of passion that my knees go weak. My heart stutters in my chest, and the heat I thought had faded away reignites.
“This is a really bad idea,” I whisper.
“You’ve seen me race. Do you ever think I have a bad idea?”
His smile is the perfect mix of kind, understanding, and wicked. And I can’t help but smile back.
It’s so easy to let go as he finds my lips. Groans echo between us as his warmth fills me along with his taste.
His fingers dance along my bare spine to circle my hip.
“It's up to you, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my lips. “Do you really want to end it here?”
I’d already stroked myself imagining him, so it wouldn’t be too different, right?
As long as I don’t get any slick on his suit, he can wash everything off, and no one will know. Well, my bodyguards will, but that’s their punishment for letting him in in the first place.
I roll my eyes, writing it off as another mistake as I pluck his hand from my hip and feed it between my legs.
Jaxx doesn’t even hesitate. He plunges his hand straight under the waistband of my panties and strokes two fingers against my clit.
I cry out as pleasure bursts through me, but he catches the sound with another kiss as he plays with me.
My fingers dig into his shoulders as a shudder ripples through me. His muscles are so solid I’m sure he could carry me all the way to his hotel room without batting an eye if he wanted to.
“Jaxx,” I moan against his lips, and he purrs in return as he deepens the kiss.
His pheromones are so strong that it’s almost enough to make me come.
“You’re already close, aren’t you?” he asks as he holds me. Stroking me, watching me, loving me as I collapse for him, doing everything I can to hold back my cries.
“You said you were going to help me, not tease me!” I gasp as my legs tremble.
“I did, didn't I?” he chuckles as he squeezes my clit between his fingers. Pleasure tears through me, and I instantly perfume again.
He nudges my nose with his, drawing my head back so I meet his intense gaze. “Then do it. Come for me, sweetheart,” he moans as he rubs even harder.
“Jaxx, I—” But it is too late. My pleasure peaks and an orgasm rips through me, need burning deep inside me. I cry out too loudly, and he isn’t fast enough to stop it.
The sound bounces around the room, and he groans as he presses his ear against my cheek.
“Come on, keep moaning. Tell me how good it is.”
I whimper as he pushes me harder, still coming, rolling my hips against his fingers to draw it out and feel more of him.
The blend of our scents makes me dizzy, and his pheromones flood my senses. I’m already purring as the first flash of pleasure passes.
It’s been three years since I felt so sated, even with just his fingers. That's what my alpha’s pheromones do to me.
There’s no denying it now. Even though I don’t trust alphas when they say we matched, or my body when I react to scent, I can’t escape how good he makes me feel.
I’m already stabilizing, my perfume settling down, my need morphing into something stronger. I straighten as he pulls his fingers away, sighing with happiness and contentment.
I don’t want to stop, and his cock is hard against me. Just like how he kissed me, it wouldn't take much to go further. All I had to do was say the word.
We watch each other, my heart beating in my ears, panting rapidly as I try to push away my needs as an omega so that I can get on with my work.
Until he breaks our stare with a smile.
“You did so well,” he says, kissing me on the forehead, pulling me back into his arms, and softening us both.