Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“Harmony,” he murmurs my name, and this time, he pushes the hair away from my shoulder to my back. His finger then trails from my ear to my collarbone. “Baby.” My stomach flutters when he says that, “Harmony,” My name is on his lips in a whisper. My body comes awake as he bends and kisses my neck. It’s the softest kiss I’ve ever gotten, and it’s a kiss I’ll never forget.
CHAPTER 15
Brady
Listening to her tell her story of the hell she endured over the past years leaves me speechless. It also leaves me so fucking angry. “I just want to be free of them.” The desperation in her voice cuts me to my core.
I vow to do whatever is in my power to make that happen for her. “Harmony,” I say her name as if I’ve said it my whole life, as if I was born to say her name. Pushing her hair behind her ear, I then trail my finger from her ear to her collarbone. Trailing my fingertip down the side of her neck. “Harmony.” It sounds like a plea more than anything else. When my finger gets to her collarbone, my head leans forward, placing a kiss on her neck, right under the hinge of her jaw. The feel of her heart beating as fast as mine makes me kiss her again softly. Her hand comes up to my cheek. My cheek now rubs with hers as we move our faces so our mouths meet. The kiss is soft, the need to pull her into my lap and bury my hands in her hair and kiss the ever-loving shit out of her is more than my need for my next breath. Her tongue slides into my mouth for a split second, and I feel more alive than I have in my entire life. The need to taste her fills me. The need to take her makes my body come alive. The need to have her and only her is something I’ve never known I needed, and I haven’t even had her.
“I can’t do this,” she murmurs. My heart sinks to my stomach as I move away from her. “I can’t drag you into this.” She gets up to stand, my hand falling from her, and the cool air hitting where it was just resting on her warm skin. “I refuse for them to take anything more from you.” She turns to walk to the door but then stops, and I watch her walk back and bend so quickly that if my eyes weren’t open, I would think it was my imagination. “Thank you for the most beautiful kiss of my life. I’ve never wanted to be kissed so badly in my life,” she whispers before her lips softly touch mine. The tingle is still on them when she walks through the front door and softly closes it behind her. The sound of the lock almost makes it final. I want her so fucking much my whole body aches for her.
I exhale, getting up and walking back over to my house. Every single step feels like torture, especially when I shut my own door. Knowing she’s so close, knowing I wanted to do so much more than just kiss her. I’m so screwed is the only thing that goes through my head. I’m ready to claim them both, Wyatt especially. Every time I’m with him, it’s like a piece of me is woken up. It’s like a piece of me can breathe a little bit lighter now that he’s there. Being with him, I know why she wants to keep him away from those people. He’s wholesome and pure, just like his mother. I’ve never felt this connection or this pull to someone else in my life. I’ve also never wanted someone as much as I want her, and it has nothing to do with her trouble. It has to do with the fact that every time she looks at me, something shifts inside me.
I’m walking up the steps when my phone pings and I suddenly think it’s her texting me to come back, but I see Taylor’s name and I close my eyes.
Taylor: Hey, I’m sort of in the neighborhood. Do you want some company?
I shake my head.
Me: Hey, sorry, been a rough couple days. I’m headed to bed. Maybe another time.
I cringe when I answer that way, thinking that things with Taylor will never happen again.
The following day, I try to avoid Autumn, but she’s like a dog with a bone and nothing to do with it, so she seeks me out. “You can hide,” she teases, finding me testing my new batch, “but I’ll find you.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” My eyes fixate on the paper in front of me as I write what needs to be recorded.