Harmony

by Skye Turner

  What is wrong with me?! I was just kissing Jake. Sweet, sexy Jake… The kiss was good. It was nice. I was into it. I liked it! I liked it dammit. But now… now I’m in a tiny box that seems to be getting smaller and smaller and Sean is in here. Sean is in here with no shirt. He’s in here casting his Sean spell on me and he doesn’t have a shirt on so his ripped, tattooed skin is staring at me, enticing me, and he smells so good.

  Why does he smell good? He’s covered in sweat… He should smell like a goat, but no, of course he doesn’t smell like a goat. He smells like Sean dipped in pheromones that are designed to make me fucking crazy.

  Open… open… open…

  Please open.

  I can’t even respond to his last statement. If I do, I’ll have to lie and I don’t lie. I’m not going to lie, so instead, I’ll evade. Evading is not lying.

  The elevator stops and the doors open.

  Thank God!

  The security team is waiting there for us. Brushing right past Sean, I walk out and address the lead security. “Hey, Dyse. Do you happen to have my packet? I was out all day and don’t have my key card. I can’t get in my room.” I chuckle.

  He smiles at me and nods. “I sure do. Sal handed it off to me before he went down for his meeting. In case you came back before he returned.” He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a white envelope. On the front of it is written, “Summer. 1214.”

  Breaking the seal, I grab the key card and glance at the number before continuing to ignore Sean and walking down the hall to my room.

  When I reach my door, I scan the card and the light turns green. As I reach for the handle, I can’t help it and I glance over. Sean is standing at the door next door to me with his key in his hand. He laughs. “Well, look at that. We’re neighbors, sweetheart.”

  My eyes widen and I scurry into the room without responding to him.

  Sean is next door…

  Quickly glancing around, I see my stack of luggage just inside the threshold. My large zippered case is propped against a door… an adjoining door… an adjoining door to the room on the side of me… the room that Sean is in.

  Oh my God.

  What am I going to do? What the hell do I mean “What am I going to do”?

  I’m not going to do anything. So, Sean is in the room next door and it can be reached by unlocking and opening an adjoining door…

  So freaking what.

  I’m not unlocking the damn door. He doesn’t want to come in here anyway.

  And I certainly don’t want to go in there.

  Shut up! You’re freaking out for absolutely no reason at all.

  I’m literally losing my mind over a moot point.

  Groaning out loud, I flop backwards on the bed and stare at the ceiling. “I’m insane. I just kissed Jake after an awesome day and now I’m in here having a fit over the fact that Sean the slut is next door.” My eyes squeeze shut and I roll to my stomach and mumble into the coverlet, “I’m crazy.”

  I’m more tired than I thought and soon I’m dozing off with all my clothes still on. A sound catches my attention and my eyes wearily open. I concentrate to see what woke me. My cell is buzzing beside me on the bed. I must have dropped it when I crashed. Reaching over, I swipe it and roll to my back before punching in my code and opening my texts. A smile crosses my face when I see the name.

  “Jake

  Had a good time today. I hope you did, too. I’d like to do it again if you’re interested.

  Sorry about getting caught by security in the parking garage. That must have been embarrassing for you.”

  My face burns as I remember the light tapping on the window and turning to see the head of our security team standing there. Not that we were doing anything wrong. We weren’t. Not even close and we’re both adults.

  It flames hotter as I remember seeing Sean standing in the stairwell after very obviously watching the exchange.

  Ugh! He saw me making out with Jake. And that time, we were actually making out. Unlike the last time he accused me of it.

  So what?!

  I can make out with whomever I want to!

  Stopping my thoughts from once again heading in Sean’s direction, I type out a reply.

  “Summer

  I had a really nice time, too. Thank you for the perfect date.

  I’d love to do it again.

  And don’t worry about security. I should have known they’d be watching for me. Next time, I need to call them with a heads up is all.”

  I see the three dots appear on the screen that tells me he’s typing. But then, they disappear. I wait a few minutes and they don’t come back.

  Deciding to go ahead and shower, I leave the phone on the bed and open my suitcase. Fresh panties and my “I believe in fairy tales. I drink a magic potion brewed from beans every morning.” cropped tank and tiny shorts are brought into the bathroom with me. As I turn the water on to warm, I listen for the ping on my phone telling me Jake has texted me back, but nothing comes through.

  Piling my mess of curls on top of my head, I climb into the luxurious shower and scrub the grime from the day off. When my skin is glistening and smelling like pumpkin cheesecake, I inhale deeply and turn the water off before grabbing the towel and stepping out.

  The entire bathroom is engulfed in the scent and I laugh as I continuously take deep breaths to smell it. “Damn, that smells like heaven right there. I could almost eat my own arm I smell so damn good.”

  Quickly drying off, I slide the door open to allow some of the steam to escape the small room. After slipping my clean pajamas on, I step into the room and glance at the mini coffee bar. I kind of want a cup of coffee.

  Deciding to just make myself one before settling in with whatever is on TV, I turn the small pot on and frown as I see it’s not Community Coffee. Oh well, Starbucks Hotel Blend will have to do. “Starbucks is better than most of that other crappy colored water most hotels try to pass off as coffee.”

  The scents of the brewing coffee mingle with the pumpkin cheesecake coming from the bathroom and I groan as my stomach rumbles. “Damn, I’m hungry. Let’s see what Sal has for me in here.”

  Digging through the basket next to the coffee pot, I grin as I spot the box of Little Debbie Fall Cakes. “Hell yes. He knows what I like.”

  I’m just opening the box when a knock comes through the door. Turning toward the door to the suite, I take a step just as I hear another one.

  I freeze in my tracks and stare at the adjoining door as if the ghost of Adolf Hitler is floating there.

  What the fuck? Sean is knocking on the door?

  Like he wants me to open it?

  What in the hell does he want?

  Am I going to open it?

  Summer, you know damn well that opening that door would be the worst idea in the history of bad ideas.

  Sean

  I don’t know what possessed me to knock on the adjoining door between my room and Summer’s.

  Yeah, ok.

  Sure you don’t, Sean.

  It’s not like you’ve been sitting here and then standing over there and then walking back and forth to the door for almost an hour now…

  I heard her in the shower and then I heard her coffee pot percolating through the wall. Apparently for a swanky hotel, their insulation between rooms is sadly lacking.

  I knock again. Maybe she won’t answer.

  Can you blame her? What are you even doing?

  What the hell are you wanting to happen if she opens the door?!

  Fuck if I know.

  I mutter out loud, “Don’t open the door, Summer. Don’t open the door.”

  I hear the lock turn on her door and then she pulls it open. Her face looks wary as she stares at me. I just stare at her.

  Her hair is all pulled up and little pieces are curling around her neck and face. Her face is bare and I can see the slight scattering of freckles across the bridge of her crinkled nose. Her plump pink lips are pursed.

  My ga
ze trails down her slight frame. She’s so petite, but her curves are certainly not lacking. Her breasts are clearly visible through the thin shirt she’s wearing. I can see her nipples through the material. The hem stops just above her belly button and I see the glint of a silver hoop through it. The shorts… Are those shorts… hang low on her womanly hips and stop just at the top of her thighs. They barely cover anything. Her legs are smooth and pale and on full display. Her feet are also bare and her toe nails are painted some orangey pink color. They curl into the carpet as I stare at them.

  My eyes slowly travel back up her body and I forcibly swallow.

  Her brows are drawn together and she frowns at me. I see her hands lift from her sides before falling back down and resting on her hips. “What the hell, Sean? What do you want?”

  What do I want?

  I want to throw you on that bed and cover your body with mine. I want to strip you naked and pleasure you until you scream my name as your body convulses beneath me.

  I want you to look at me like you used to and probably exactly like I’m looking at you right now.

  Don’t you dare say that shit to her!

  I don’t. Instead, I smirk and lean on the doorjamb. “I just wanted to see what you were doing.”

  Her eyes widen and her arms cross protectively over her chest as I once again rake my gaze over her. I pray that my dick stays down enough that I don’t embarrass myself.

  She fidgets nervously. “You wanted to see what I was doing?” Her eyes bug out and she says slowly, “Well, I’m in my room and have just showered and put my pajamas on. I’m about to go to bed! That’s what people do at night. They sleep. At least they do when people aren’t knocking on their damn door bothering them!”

  I grin at her sharp tone. “I’m bothering you?!” Stepping into her room, I look around her and my heart beats as she hastily steps back.

  I’m very aware of the fact that I’m also freshly showered. My chest is bare and I see her look at my nipple rings before quickly looking back up at me. “Yes, you’re bothering me. You’re in my room, Sean!” She looks around and screeches. “What the hell are you doing? Get out of my room. You can’t be in here. You shouldn’t be in here.”

  Taking another step into the room, I smile down at her as her back presses against the wall directly across from me. I catch a whiff of something that smells amazing and lean into the curve of her neck, inhaling deeply. My nose touches the skin of her throat and she shivers.

  You want me to leave, Summer? Your body is screaming at me to stay.

  Leaning down farther, I run my nose from her shoulder to her ear. She shivers again and her breath catches.

  Chapter Four

  Summer

  I can’t breathe. I feel like a vacuum just turned on and all of the air in the room was sucked out. Sean is in my room. He’s in my room and I’m pressed against the wall. His face is buried in my neck and he’s smelling me like I’m prey he wants to devour.

  Tell him to leave. Tell him to step back and get out.

  Summer! Push him away.

  What is he doing? Why is he doing this?

  I don’t want him to do this.

  Oh dear God, I’m such a liar. This is exactly what I want him to do.

  His lips settle on my pulse point and I whimper as my knees almost give out. My hands reach for something… anything to support myself and I touch the bare skin of Sean’s chest. His skin is molten hot under my palms.

  He chuckles and trails his tongue from my wildly fluttering pulse to my ear lobe before sucking it into his mouth. My nails are raking his pecs and I feel the cold metal of his nipple rings under my blazing palms. I shiver and moan, “Ohhhhhh. Ohhhh, this is not good.”

  His breath tickles my inner ear as he throatily groans, “Bullshit… this is so good.” He presses his groin against me and I gasp again as I feel his rigid length bump my stomach.

  He takes advantage and turns my head. His lips cover mine. I can’t prevent my reaction as my mouth fuses to his and our tongues rage war. His lip ring caresses my lips as his tongue does wicked things to my mouth and his hips mirror his every movement.

  I’m mewling as my body rubs sensuously against him and my hands explore every glorious inch of skin I’m able to touch. His hands slip beneath the waistband of my tiny shorts and he squeezes my ass. It fuels my passion and my own hands trail over the muscles of his back before cupping his ass and yanking him into me as hard as I can.

  He growls into my mouth and kisses me harder. His hands grip my hips and he lifts me. My legs wrap around his waist and it presses him against me in exactly the right spot. He crushes me more firmly into the wall and thrusts against me, dry humping me.

  This is insane. We shouldn’t be doing this.

  I don’t even know why we’re doing this.

  But damned if I want to stop.

  His mouth leaves mine and trails down my neck as my head falls back. I’m gasping for enough air to fill my lungs, but every brush of his lips against my skin takes whatever air I’ve managed to capture and consumes it.

  My hands bury themselves in his hair and help guide him. His lips are blazing a trail to my heaving breasts. His chin pushes the gaping neckline of my shirt down and his lips close over a rigid nipple. I scream at the intensity of the sensations racing through my body.

  Sean rolls the straining and aching peak between his teeth before flicking the tip with his tongue.

  We’ve never gone this far before. Even in our hot and heavy make out sessions, we’ve only petted each other through our clothes.

  I want more…

  Oh my God… please Sean.

  I want you…

  I want you, so bad.

  You’re like heroin and I need my fix.

  I have no idea if the things I’m saying are in my head or out loud for him to hear and the honest truth is that I’m done caring.

  He stops attacking my nipples and it takes me a minute to see he’s shaking his head harshly and setting me on my unsteady feet. Slapping my hands on the wall behind me, I stare at him in complete bewilderment.

  He looks down at me and I stare at him. The state of his arousal is clearly evident. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are almost glowing with their eerie blue color. His nostrils are flaring and his mouth is tight. His chest is heaving and as my eyes helplessly travel downward, I can see his erection. His pants are tented and there’s a wet spot on the light blue material at the tip of his cock. His hands are clenching and unclenching at his sides.

  My hands cover my chest and I try haphazardly to fix the neckline and cover myself. It’s so stretched out that it would be impossible.

  My voice is low and unsteady as I ask, “Wh–– What?! What happened? You stopped…”

  Sean raises his eyes from where he’s staring at my crotch. I glance down and my face reddens as I see the telltale wet spot, showing the evidence of my desire. My eyes slowly and uncertainly meet his. He sighs and his hand grabs the back of his neck. He looks away, at the window, and then looks back to me. He says flatly. “I can’t do this with you. Not like this…”

  It’s like I was just tossed into the Artic Sea buck naked. My whole body freezes and shame covers me from head to toe.

  He can’t do this?!

  What the hell does that mean?

  He came in here… he kissed me.

  I would have let him fuck me just now… After everything…

  I would have given in and given myself to him.

  And he stopped because he can’t do this!?

  Anger replaces the shame as white hot fury overtakes me. Forgetting all about the neckline of my shirt, I shove Sean in the chest. Hard. It takes him by surprise and he stumbles. Without even realizing it, my hand raises and I slap him dead across the face before he can see me coming. As the red welt raises on his stubbled cheek, horror consumes me.

  Oh my God… I just hit Sean. I’ve never hit anyone in my life in anger before.

  My hands fly to my mou
th. Sean’s eyes widen as he rubs the spot where my hand print is glaring at me from.

  My eyes harden again and I spit out. “Get out! Get out of my room. I’m so glad you stopped. I knew better than this… why did you do this?! Is this a game to you, Sean? Oh my God… Get out! You’re… you’re disgusting. I almost let you… I knew better… You fuck anyone anytime, but you played me and then stopped… You’re despicable.”

  He doesn’t move. He just stands there as I insult him.

  Sean

  I am despicable. Why DID I come in here?

  Summer was into it… she was too into it. I could have taken her just now. I could have yanked her tiny shorts off and pulled my pants down enough to release my cock and I could have fucked her.

  In any other instance, that’s exactly what I would have done…

  Why didn’t I do that?

  You know damn well, why…

  Because she’s Summer and you couldn’t do that to her.

  She wants you… that is indisputable.

  But, you want her, too… and not as just someone to sink into and fuck senseless.

  She’s dating Jake. Is that why?

  Is it because she’s with someone else?

  Am I that much of an asshole that I want a woman just because she’s with someone else?

  Is that why I want her?!

  I’m staring at Summer as she rains insults down on me. She’s right. Everything she’s saying is exactly right. Except I’m not playing her.

  What I just did… that was a shitty thing to do.

  My cheek is burning and I can still feel the full weight of her palm from where she slapped the shit out of me.

  I deserved that.

  She’s shaking in her rage, but beneath it I can see that she’s confused and hurt.

  I did that. I put that look of horror and shame on her face.

  I can’t have her thinking that I used her.

  I didn’t… I wouldn’t…

  I do want her. And not just because she’s giving her attention and affection to someone else.