Searching for Harmony (Boston Love 1)

Blowing out a deep breath, Jake said, “You can’t tell anyone this. Promise?”

Crossing my fingers, I said, “I promise.”

“Uncross your fingers, Harmony.”

Damn it.

“Fine, I promise.”

Blowing out a few quick, sharp breaths, Jake said, “I bought an engagement ring. There, I said it.”

Dropping my mouth open, I started jumping. “Shut up! When are you going to ask her?”

“Christmas. Do you think she’ll be surprised?”

“Yes! I think she will be very surprised. Oh, Jake, I’m so happy for you.”

“Thanks, Harmony. I’ve been kind of waiting until things settled down with you and all.”

Wait. What? What does he mean he has been waiting for things to settle down with me?

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, you know, I didn’t want to ask Sandy too soon after the, um…well…I didn’t want to feel like I was kicking you while you were down.”

My heart dropped to my stomach. Jake had put off asking Sandy to marry him because of me?

I was about to say something when I heard someone calling out for him. “Hey, sis, I’ve got to run. Remember! Don’t tell Sandy anything! I love you.”

Trying to find my voice, I said, “I love you, too.”

The line went dead and I stood there staring out the window. Setting my phone down, I made my way over to the sofa and sat down. I was stunned that Jake would wait for me. Was I that pathetic after the accident? So frail and fragile that my own brother would think I wouldn’t be happy for him?

Standing up, I decided to go for a run. After changing into my running gear, I headed out and started pounding the pavement. I wasn’t sure how long or how far I ran, but by the time I got back, I saw Preston’s car parked in my spot. Smiling, I raced up the stairs and into my condo. I called out his name. “Preston?”

Glancing around, I saw part of his uniform lying over the sofa and that familiar pull in my lower stomach started building. Mmm…something about Preston in his uniform turned me on.

Making my way into the master bedroom, I heard the shower going. Smiling, I quickly stripped out of my running clothes and snuck into the bathroom. Preston was standing in the middle of the shower, his head leaned back, eyes closed, and hot, steaming water running down his sinfully perfect body.

Stepping into the shower, I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his back. “I missed you.”

Turning, Preston placed his finger on my chin and lifted it so we were looking face to face. “I missed you more. I couldn’t sleep, damn it. I wanted to have you in my arms listening to your soft breathing lull me to sleep.”

Smiling, I placed my hand on the side of his face. “Let me wash you.”

Taking the soap from his hands, I moved it over his body. First his arms, then his legs. Licking my lips as I watched his dick grow harder, I wished like hell I had the courage to take him in my mouth. Cleaning his chest, I glanced down at it again.

Fuck it. I was going for it. Setting the soap in the container, I rubbed along Preston’s chest as he dropped his head back. Dropping down, I quickly took him into my mouth.

“Fuck!” Preston hissed through his teeth. Taking him as deep as I could, I worked my hand up and down his shaft as I sucked and licked his dick.

Preston let out moan after moan as he laced his fingers through my hair and began moving his hips. I remembered something one of the girls at work said about playing with their balls and applying light pressure to their backside. Lifting my hand, I played with his balls and then slowly moved my finger back.

Sucking in a breath of air, Preston pulled me up, lifted me into his arms, and backed me into the shower wall. Slowly sinking down on him, I sighed in relief. Dropping my head back against the wall, I let out a whimper of need.

“Harder! Preston, harder!” I screamed out.

Preston quickly picked up the pace as I felt my orgasm growing. “Yes!” I screamed out as my orgasm hit me. The waves of pleasure rolled across my body as I squeezed down on his dick.