Harmony – Steel Brothers Saga Read Online Helen Hardt

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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
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My heart goes into double time. He’s so beautiful, and as I watch him, his shirt still on, unbuckle the gorgeous brass belt buckle I gave him, and then free his cock, I’m mesmerized. Completely and totally mesmerized.

He brings it forward, holding it at its shaft. He’s already hard, and I take a moment to look at him. At the skin a shade darker than the rest of him, at the vein that twirls through it like a meandering river. At his balls, already scrunched toward his body. And at his muscular thighs, dusted with dark hair.

He’s magnificent.

Majestic.

One more step, and the head of his cock nudges against my lips.

I open for him willingly, and he slides it inside slowly.

He’s huge, and try as I might, I can’t take all of him. I give it a good college try, and I take three-quarters of him.

He closes his eyes and groans. “Fuck…”

I want to tell him how much I love doing this for him, how much it means to me that he’ll let me. But my mouth is full at the moment, and I have no intention of letting go.

I slide my mouth over him again, taking him slightly farther this time. Then I bring my right fist around his shaft and pull up as I bring my mouth over all the way to the head. Now lubricated with my saliva, my hand helps me take all of him, and I slide back over until his head hits the back of my throat. I hold myself in check, getting used to the invasion, as he groans above me.

“God, yes,” he groans. “Take me. Take all of me. Take all of me into your sweet mouth.”

Chapter Thirty-Three

Jesse

She’s amazing. It’s not the best blow job I’ve ever had, but it’s the most perfect. It’s the most perfect because of how into it she is. She wants to please me, and in turn, I want to please her.

So as much as it pains me to do so, I withdraw.

She lifts her eyebrows. “Jesse?”

“If you keep doing that, I’ll come so quickly. I don’t want to come yet, Brianna. I don’t want to come until you’ve come. I don’t want to come until you’ve come twice, maybe three times.”

“That doesn’t seem fair.”

“Trust me. It’s fair. Do you know how turned on I get when you come?”

She trembles but doesn’t reply.

“When you come, Brianna, I feel it. I feel every contraction of your pussy. I feel every shiver that goes through your body. I feel every fragment of ecstasy that crawls across your nerves. I feel it.”

“You…do?”

I do. I’m not lying to her. I feel what she feels.

“I do,” I say.

“My God… As if I couldn’t love you more…”

“You only need to love me the way you love me,” I say. “Love is love, Brianna.”

“But it’s not, Jesse. What I feel for you is…” She stops.

“You don’t have to try to explain it. I sure can’t explain what I feel for you. I don’t think there are words.”

“Jesse, I know you think I may not feel what you’re feeling. I know that’s your fear.” She caresses my face. “But I want to alleviate those fears. There’s only one man for me. There will only ever be one man for me.”

God, I hope she’s right. I hope she knows it in her heart and soul. But damn. When I was twenty-two, I didn’t know which end was up.

I sit next to her, my dick still hard, but this talk is probably more important than anything.

“I don’t want to push you, Brianna.”

“Are you kidding me? I’m the one who’s been pushing you.”

Her remark makes me chuckle. “At first, yeah. You absolutely were. I thought of you as a young kid who couldn’t possibly know what she wanted. But somewhere along the way, I realized I was keeping myself from feeling what I wanted to feel. So I let it out. And it’s… It’s indescribable, Brianna. Fucking indescribable. It’s like you are me.”

“But Jesse, that’s how I feel too.”

I cup her cheek, kiss her lips gently. Do I fight her on that? Do I just let her think what she thinks?

I choose to let it be.

Because there’s a good chance she really does feel for me what I feel for her. And if she doesn’t? Well, my heart will be broken eventually. I can’t allow myself to think about that right now. Not when we’re heading back to London tomorrow for our UK farewell concert.

“I believe you, baby. I believe we love each other very much.”

“But…”

“But nothing.”

I could talk about how our careers are at odds, about how she’s so much younger and may not actually know what she’s feeling yet.

But she’s not me. I choose to embrace this moment. To rise, shed the rest of my clothes, lie down with her on the bed.


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