Worthy of the Harmony (Mountains & Men Book 2) by R.C. Martin Read Free Book Online

waist. I don’t mention how impressed I am that she’s more concerned about the day of the week I’ve chosen than the fact that I’m insisting we go out just the two of us. “Can’t do Friday, baby doll, and Saturday is too far away.”
    “It’s a school night,” she protests.
    “Come on, Professor Valentine. Break some rules. Live a little! You know I’ll make it worth your while,” I say, wiggling my eyebrows at her. She pauses and I can read hesitation in her eyes. I press my mouth against hers and then tug her bottom lip between my teeth before kissing her once more. “Millicent…” Her eyes widen and she sucks in a quiet breath at the sound of her name. Her reaction is so minute, if I wasn’t paying attention, I’d miss it—but I’m always paying attention. At least, I am as far as she’s concerned. “You know there’s no use in arguing. So just say yes.”
    “Yes,” she breathes.
    “Wednesday,” I murmur, cupping my hands around her ass.
    “Wednesday.”
    “That’s my girl.” I slap her backside and smack a kiss against her lips before I pull away from her. “Alright. Let’s sneak you out of here.” I hold my hand out and her palm meets mine before I lace my fingers between hers. Then it hits me like a tidal wave.
     
    “ If I sneak you out the back, will you let me come?
    Take a chance, just one glance, and we’ll both be gone.
    Let’s run real fast, drive real slow where you wanna go.
    We’ll blow through perfect towns/ We’ll leave a mess behind.
    Forget the girl you were/ I’m not the boy I was
    You turn me upside down/ I’ll make your world go ‘round. ”
     
    The words stop just as quickly as they came. Without even thinking about it, I hum the melody once more, committing it to memory while I stare into Millie’s dark green eyes. As the workings of a new song fade away, my muse is all I see. I kiss her—hard—in awe of the unexplainable way she inspires me. I’ve got it so fucking bad. I know I’m in way over my head—but when she kisses me back, gripping hold of my shirt as I part her lips with my tongue, I know she’s who I want and I’m not sorry.
    I pull away from her, resting my forehead against hers as I drag in a couple deep breaths. “Come on, doll face, before I forget I’m not allowed to get hard again.”
    She laughs and the sound makes my dick jerk.
    Suddenly, Wednesday seems too far away.

 
    MILLIE DOESN’T LET me linger long after I drop her off. I’m back home within the hour, hungry as a motherfucker. When I walk inside the house, I head straight for the kitchen. Having spotted Rosy’s old, red VW Bug still parked outside, I’m not at all surprised to hear her calling my name as I bypass the living room.
    “Hey! Where have you been?” she asks, hurrying after me.
    “Um, out,” I grumble, unappreciative of her tone—as if I owe her an explanation of my whereabouts. If she thinks she deserves a damn thing after what happened earlier, baby sister has another thing coming.
    “I went out to take Maestro for a walk and when I got back, you were gone. Where’s Millie?”
    I cough out a laugh as I step into the pantry, reaching for a box of cereal. When I turn around, my little sister is right behind me. Barefoot, she stands at the short height of five-two. Like me, the little bit of Italian blood we inherited from our mother is the reason behind her light olive tone skin and her deep, dark brown hair. Hers hangs long and thick halfway down her back. Her eyes are blue, too, just a few shades darker than mine. That’s our Scottish blood’s doing. I’d be an idiot to ignore the fact that she’s a knockout. She’s my sister, yeah, but I see it—as does every other dick who crosses her path. Keeping all douche bags out of her pants is a priority of mine.
    Right now, however, she’s just in my way.
    “I took Millie home,” I reply, gently but assertively pushing her to the side so that I can get to the refrigerator.
    “Dammit. I freaked