In Harmony(88)

“What about the show?”

“We have time. I want to kiss you everywhere,” I said against her neck, then raised my head to look at her. “Can I?”

Her lips parted and she sucked in a little breath. Her head bobbed. “Okay,” she said. “I…okay. But hurry.”

My eyes locked on hers, watching for any sign it was too much for her, I slowly slid my hands under her dress, up her thighs that felt like warm silk, and found her underwear.

“Isaac,” she whispered, leaning forward to kiss me wetly. “Please…”

Slowly I slid her underwear down and pulled it off of her legs. I kissed her again slowly this time and then down her neck. Her pulse pounded against my lips. Down, over the tops of her breasts that were pushing out of her dress. Slowly working my way down until I knelt between her legs. My hand slid up her thighs again, pushing up her dress.

“You tell me to stop and I stop,” I said. “Okay?”

She nodded.

“Say the word, baby.”

“Yes.” She held my gaze for a moment and the liquid blue of her eyes was full of trust. “Yes, Isaac,” she said.

And again.

Yes, she said and I was at her knee.

Yes, she breathed and my lips trailed up the inside of her thigh.

Yes, she cried as I found the center of her.

Only yes until she had to bite the word back to keep from screaming as I tasted her for the first time. She gasped and her hips bucked beneath me. I slipped my arms underneath each of her legs, my hands on her hips, her legs over my elbows. Holding her open to delve deeper, taste her, suck and lick and bring her as much pleasure as she could handle.

Her hands made painful fists in my hair and my erection strained against my pants. I concentrated on her, even as the urge to take myself in hand coursed through me.

The climax was rising in her.

“Oh, my God, please let me…”

“Now, baby,” I said against her flesh, and delved a final time, sucking the sweetness out of her.

She bit back a cry and arched her back. I stayed with her, kept my mouth on her with long slow strokes until she collapsed down, shuddering.

“My God,” she panted. “Oh my God, Isaac.”

I kissed a trail back along her thigh on the opposite leg this time and pulled her skirts down. Above me, she was so fucking beautiful, her face flushed, and the current of ecstasy only slowly draining from her.

“Come here,” she breathed.

She grabbed me by the front of my doublet and kissed me hard. Her hand slipped down to my erection, feeling the size and shape of me through the material. “This isn’t fair to you.”

“It’s plenty fair,” I said, and quickly adjusted myself. “And I think I’m about out of time.” I kissed her a final time and moved toward the door. “You’re going to kill them on opening night. Fucking dead.”

“Isaac.”

I stopped at the door. “Yeah, baby?”

“I…” She swallowed and I saw tears glittering in her eyes. “Nothing. You should go. You’ll miss your cue.”

I rushed back to her, took her face in my hands. “Whatever you see happening between us, Willow, I see it too.”

A little breathy gasp escaped her. “Really?”

I could’ve fucking cried at how happy she was. I kissed her quick, not trusting my own voice, and hurried out of the dressing room and straight into Justin Baker. He shook his head at me in the dark.

“You think a guy like you is going to keep a girl like that? The way her dad is?” He snorted. “Yeah, good luck with that.”

I moved to him, loomed over him. “She doesn’t like you, Baker,” I said with detached casualness. “No matter what you do, or say, she’ll never choose you.”

He scoffed at me but had nothing more to say. I went to the edge of the backstage to get ready for my cue, and made it with one line to spare, my voice loud and booming now. I didn’t fear Justin. Or Willow’s dad. I feared nothing.

Until.





Willow



When I walked into school Monday morning, I picked up a strange energy. The halls seemed to buzz as I passed, clumps of students standing together, talking intently. Some stopped when they saw me, and the girls formerly known as the Plastics outright stared as I walked past. A sliver of fear slid down my back that Isaac and I had been found out.

Get over yourself, I thought. All this talk can’t be for me.

But why were so many people staring at me?

When I arrived at English class, the entire room swiveled to look at me. Justin ceased his conversation with Jessica Royce, and they both gave me a strange look. Justin’s was quietly smug. Jessica’s softer, as if she were ashamed and not hiding it well.

I found Angie’s face in the crowd and hurried to sit beside her.

“What the hell is going on?”

“Is your phone on? I tried to text you, like, a thousand times this morning.”

“It’s in my bag,” I said, reaching around to grab it. “I can’t text and ride my bike.”

Angie was waving her hands and shaking her head. She motioned me close and held my hand in hers. “I just found out this morning. Everyone did.”

“Found out what?” A cold dread slipped down my back.