I hold on to the back of Zach’s neck as his thrusts become quicker. Every time he presses into me, I feel the butterflies spread in my stomach.
“Yes,” I mewl. “Yes, Zach.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Andrew fist his cock as he watches us.
And then it is just me and Zach, getting lost in each other like we have so many times. The show goes on, but it’s not for Andrew or anyone else. And it’s not even a show. It’s an act of love, and we trust Andrew enough to be part of it.
As my first orgasm roars through my body, Zach kisses my mouth hard, covering up my moan.
I come so powerfully that I wonder if being watched not only doesn’t keep me from getting off—maybe it helps.
A lot.
Zach pulls me down off the bar counter and rips my shirt and bra off along with his T-shirt.
He turns my body toward the counter and pushes into me from behind. Anchoring my hands on the bar, I solidify myself as he thrusts into me with his hard length, pleasure ratcheting through me.
Glancing up, I see Andrew stroking his hard cock.
The intensity of the moment is too much for me, and I come again, feeling myself clench on Zach.
Zach’s hot breath is in my ear, and my eyes roll up in the back of my head. As I come down, I see Andrew’s body clench up, and he lets out a soft growl as he comes, his eyes locked onto mine.
“Holy shit,” I mutter, gripping Zach harder and rocking my hips into him.
Zach presses his chest into my back and mutters something incoherent. Then he fists my hair into a knot and pulls me to him for a kiss. His cock twitches inside me and he feasts on my mouth.
When he’s done coming, Zach presses his lips to my neck.
“Well,” he says, pulling out of me. “That was certainly song-worthy. Wouldn’t you say?”
I roll my eyes and push against Zach’s shoulder.
“Not everything you do is song-worthy.”
“Maybe not,” he says. “But that was.”
I look over at Andrew, who still has the same speechless look on his face.
“Okay, fine,” I say. “That was song-worthy. I think when I write it, I’ll title it ‘Sometimes You Need an Extra Hand.’”
Zach throws his head back in laughter, and we all kind of acknowledge that we’ve just experienced a sexy, awkward, unifying moment between the three of us.
“Oh and Zach.” Harmony leans in and kisses me on the lips, then pulls back.
“Yeah?”
“I love you, too.”
Chapter 31
Harmony
Two months later, I’m moving my things to Zach’s for the second time.
“You sure you want me to move in with you?” I chide as he brings the last box inside and up the stairs. “I can be demanding, you know.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll let you know when you’re getting out of line.”
His new apartment, located above his restaurant, is spacious, and he tells me I can choose whatever color I want. There’s a second bedroom, too, and Zach has already dubbed it “The Harmony Studio.”
I’ve picked out bright orange, pink, and blue for the three different walls in the studio. I’m still thinking on the rest of the place.
We clink our Diet Cokes and sip our refreshments in silence.
My heart warms thinking about moving in with Zach.
For the second time.
The first time seemed too quick, in retrospect. I was right to be cautious.
But now, anything besides living here would feel . . . not right.
I hoist my legs onto Zach’s lap and lie back on the couch. Sinking in, I smile over at Zach. It just feels too darn good to be true.
Part of me feels like an imposter. Like I’ve suddenly been transported to someone else’s life where I have a boyfriend who truly supports me.
Though he’s not perfect. But at least the night terrors have subsided.
As my thoughts warm and I consider which color to paint the fourth wall in my studio, my phone buzzes on the coffee table.
I let out a frustrated sigh but grab it anyway. I don’t recognize the number, but nevertheless I slide my finger across the screen and pick it up.
“Hello.”
“Well, fucking well, Harmonious Laney.”
Adrenaline rushes through me when I realize who it is.
“Why the fuck are you calling me, Roddy? And whose number is this? I blocked your sorry ass.”
Zach instantly tenses at the name Roddy. He presses his ear to the phone, so I put it on speaker.
“Oh, so we’re just on ‘talk to my lawyer’ terms now? I thought we were friends, Harmony,” he says, and I notice his voice is shaky.
My mouth opens so wide my jaw is practically on the floor. “I have no idea what you’re talking about! But if you thought we were ‘friends’, then you had better get your head checked.”
“I got a takedown notice for a song I wrote recently, ‘Tomorrow Never Comes.’ What the hell, Harmony? If word gets out about this, it’s going to taint the Roddy Stillmaker brand. I’m trying to finalize my next world tour right now.”
My insides curl up, but I tilt my head and look at Zach, confused.
“Takedown notice?”
I put the phone on mute. “What the hell is he talking about?”
Zach squints like he’s thinking about something. “Oh, shit. I think my mom may have just gone and issued it. Or her lawyer friend, who’s apparently one of the top copyright lawyers in the country.”
I spread my arms. “And you didn’t tell me this, why?”
“We had a lot going on then . . . and I kind of forgot it. Besides, your other song is better.”
“Harmony? Hello?!”
Power courses through me. It’s the pitch of his voice. He’s panicked, like a rat when the Pied Piper comes to town. Roddy knows how wrong he is. And it will be fun to watch him squirm.
I wink at Zach. “Yes, Roddy dear?”
“I can’t believe this. Can you—for just one second—think about how this is going to look for me?”
“You know, you’re right,” I say. “It’s going to look pretty bad when everyone finds out you stole my original song too.”
“Oh, please. Cut that out. You aren’t good enough to perform your own song and you know it.”
My blood boils. “You know what I hate the most about you, Roddy?”
“What?”
“That I was stupid enough to once think you were even worth a second look. It is lawyer chat from here on out. I do want to say thanks, though.”
“Thanks for what?”
“Thanks for helping me realize how good I have it with my current boyfriend, who actually knows how to take care of me. And yes, I mean in all ways because I most certainly faked it with you. Goodbye.”
I hang up the phone, my heart racing, and fall into Zach.
“Hell yeah! I love angry Harmony. Now do your stepmom.”
I roll my eyes. “I haven’t even talked to her since we got here, you know.”
“You’ve talked with your dad, though.”
“I did. He was happy when he found out I moved out. Not so happy when he found out we were moving back in.”