Wicked Harmony

Chapter 25 | Sin

Chapter 25

Sin

“ S o, this is your happy place,” Dorian comments. I’m in my workshop once again, and it’s late into the night. My eyeballs started burning a couple of hours ago and my legs ache with the need to move, but I’m pushing right on through.

We’re cutting dangerously close to the deadline before we have to leave the cabin and I still have another ten device’s innards to tweak and to add my magic to them.

They dragged a couple of squishy chairs in here and are now splayed out on them. While I’m used to working alone, I have to admit it’s nice having them here, even if it’s weird having their eyes on me.

Micah is a constant cheerful light, and Cal is steady and quiet. Both of them seem to enjoy watching me work and they’re helpful to bounce ideas off whenever I get stuck. Plus, they drag me out whenever I lose track of time and forget to eat anything more than snacks. Then there’s Dorian, who barges in whenever he feels like it and forces me away from my workbench if he thinks I’m working too hard.

Even Iri’s been popping by every day without fail. He always has a ton of notes and thoughts to share over my designs, working out the kinks in my ideas. He doesn’t seem to mind that my mind often works best at two in the morning and he sits and listens to everything I say before adding his opinions .

“Have you always been into fixing things up like this?” Dorian asks.

I twist my screwdriver and hum softly, considering his words. “Yeah. I’ve always enjoyed tinkering with things. Taking them apart and then putting them back together. When I was about ten, I took every appliance we had to pieces and then cleaned them up.”

Mostly because everything we had was at least third-hand and shitty. Nothing ever worked right, and I got fed up with having our power short out because we couldn’t afford anything better.

“Where’s your happy place?” I ask them, my eyes darting between them in interest.

Micah cocks his head to one side, long hair spilling across his shoulders as he ponders the question. “It used to be on stage. The roar of the crowd. The overwhelming sound and the sense of anticipation and connection. That was where I finally felt like I was floating instead of drowning.” He shoots me a shy smile. “Now though, I guess my happy place could be anywhere, thanks to you.”

Gah. This guy’s so damn sweet. He has my cheeks flushing with zero effort.

“Cal?”

My Orc grumbles softly from his spot by the wall, where he’s alternating between watching me closely and replying to an email from his sisters. “Not sure how I can follow that, Sin. The mountains will always be home. I never felt another place would give me that same warmth here—” He pounds his chest. “—but watching you work does something to me. Blows my mind. I get the same feeling playing drums as I do watching you get engrossed in your work.”

I can’t stop myself from smiling at him in return.

Seriously, before I met these guys, I think I was maxing out at a smile a week. Now, though, I’m a grinning fool.

Cal might not think he’s good with words, but he just expressed the same weird experience I have whenever I watch them practice. Seeing the four of them losing themselves in the music, playing for themselves and their pleasure only, it’s like nothing else. There’s nothing sexier than someone passionate about something, doing that thing well.

Iri appears in the doorway with a pile of water bottles in his arms, which he hands out to each of us.

“Evening, Sin,” his low voice murmurs. “One small thing for today is that I regret giving my mother this address.” He chuckles softly. “My big thing is that I’m nervous about the tour kicking off and that it won’t be enough.”

That’s the new game that he’s started over the past week. At least once per day, he shares two things about his day or about himself, every time there’s one big and one small.

Sometimes they’re good, sometimes they’re bad. Other times, they’re wacky as hell.

And I find myself sharing something back. It took me a minute when he started doing it one day without explanation, but then I realized he was trying to get to know me while also telling me about himself.

It’s kind of weird, but I like it.

I think for a moment, tapping my chin as I go through all the stuff in my head I haven’t shared before. “Uh, my small thing is that I never learned to swim. My big thing is that I haven’t heard from my mom since I left The Path and... I don’t feel sad about it.”

He nods seriously, and it seems like he’s making a mental note and settles down on the floor, resting his back against the wall.

The others are all as exhausted as I am, but there’s a kind of simplistic perfection to the late night hours in this cabin. I tinker for a while longer until I can’t keep my eyes open. There’s something deeply relaxing having the four of them here, this quiet togetherness of being all in one room .

I soak up the feeling while I can since pretty soon, we have to leave the cabin.

And everything is going to change.

OVER THE FOLLOWING days, I get so lost in the whirlwind of activity and final bits of preparation that somehow, the end of our time in the cabin creeps up on me.

And then before I know it, we’re packing up the car and getting ready to go on the road again.

We pile into the car, and I slump in my seat. Once again, I pulled another all-nighter in the workshop, making last-minute tweaks and then packing everything carefully into crates for the final devices I haven’t already shipped to the staging team.

I fall asleep almost instantly as soon as we set off, my head lolling onto Cal’s arm. It’s the perfect height and this mix of soft and hard that makes it a great pillow. He also smells ridiculously comforting. It’d be a miracle if I kept my eyes open.

It feels like barely five minutes have passed before I jostle awake, finding myself safely wrapped up in a pair of familiar, muscular arms.

Cal’s arms.

“I can walk,” I mumble into his chest.

“We just need to step outside for two minutes and then we’ll be on the plane, love. You can go back to sleep.”

“The... plane?” I blink my eyes open and then wince at the glaring daylight as a gust of wind batters us.

Shit. He’s not joking. We’re on an airfield, heading straight for what looks to be a very shiny private jet.

Figures. If we were flying commercial, I’m pretty sure security would have issues with Cal carrying an unconscious woman onboard .

I’m surprised that no one seems to bat an eyelid at the sight of me being carried. Instead, the flight attendants smile brightly, nodding a greeting in their crisp navy uniforms.

Then I remember this is a whole new world I’ve never stepped my foot into before.

“Do I have my passport?” I wonder out-loud. It’s a bit late to worry about it now, since Cal’s already climbing the steps and grunting to the flight attendants as they greet him with a cheery smile.

“I’ve got it, love. Don’t worry about anything.”

“We’re seriously flying to Hawthorne?” I ask, feeling like a toddler whose routine has been disturbed. We’re on our way to the first stop on the tour, where the guys have a full day of press and PR to get through before they’ll rehearse in the arena and then it’ll be gig time.

I mean, I knew it was an international tour, but I figured they’d keep the plane usage to a minimum, considering Dorian’s issues with flying.

“It’d be a long drive otherwise,” he murmurs, carefully setting me onto my feet in the middle of the plane and holding me steady until I’m stable.

I peer around the cabin. It looks like it has seats for about ten people and the rest of the band spread out, dumping their bags and settling in. The cabin is sleek and also very shiny on the inside. The seats are all made from cream leather and there’s a glass coffee table, and even a massive TV stretching across one side of the cabin. It’s like being inside a swanky living room, rather than something that’s going to be traveling thousands of feet in the air.

Cal puts his hand on my lower back and steers me toward a small sofa as Micah slides in on my other side, so I’m sandwiched between the two of them.

“What about Dorian?” I try to peer around, but I can’t see him or Iri unless I go up on my knees and peer over the seat .

“I lent him my cuff,” Micah replies. “He’s gonna be fine. He’ll probably feel so comfortable, he’ll fall asleep.” Picking up my hand in his, he presses a gentle kiss to my knuckles. “It’s usually a whole anxiety-provoking mess for him, but he’s been pretty chilled out about it ever since he put the cuff on. That’s thanks to you, sweetheart.”

I feel my cheeks flush slightly. Both from the unexpected, gentlemanly gesture, and from his casual endearment.

“How long is the flight?” I ask, trying to keep my breathing from hitching as Micah continues to caress my fingers in his, pressing little kisses to my pulse point on my wrist and to each of my fingertips.

“A couple of hours,” Cal says, leaning in close on my other side. I’m overwhelmed by their combined scents and I have to stifle a groan.

“You know what that means, Sin?” His voice is a husky rasp in my ear and I shiver. “You’re all ours until we land.”

“You’ve been working too hard, Sin,” Micah says. “But we have plans to spoil you. To show you how much we appreciate all your hard work.”

“How much we appreciate you,” Cal adds.

Fuck. I might combust from their combined attention.

I get a moment’s reprieve as the attendant closes the door and we settle in for takeoff. My stomach swoops as we pick up speed and I feel the wheels leave the tarmac. Micah squeezes my hand on one side as Cal grips my thigh on the other, holding me steady.

“You want anything to eat or drink, sweetheart?” Micah asks as soon as we’ve leveled out in the air.

“Maybe a coffee.” I’m still pretty wiped and I figure he’ll just ask the attendant when she comes around with the trolly. Unless... that’s not how they do things on a private jet. When he jumps up and heads straight for the back of the plane, I get my answer .

“After all the PR bullshit at the hotel today, Micah and I would like to take you to dinner,” Cal says, running his finger along my jaw. “We want to take you on a proper date.”

I’m nodding before my brain can catch up.

I don’t know what I expected when we left the cabin. Despite all their casual comments about showing me around their favorite places, and vague plans to meet their family, I figured leaving the cabin might break the spell.

Cal gives me a shy but satisfied smile and then grabs a blanket from somewhere, tucking it over both of our laps and switching on the TV.

Micah returns a moment later with a coffee in hand, doctored exactly the way I like it. I sip and let out a contented hum. Pressed between them like this, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so cared for.

Cal flicks the TV to a recap episode of the latest series of Alchemy Showdown and I snuggle down. I was surprised that all four members of the band are so into it—even Iri—but it’s funny and cozy, like a hot chocolate on a miserable day. I guess when you spend so much of your life in chaos, it’s nice to find a safe place to dock.

I find I can’t focus on the screen though. I’m too aware of the hot press of two hard thighs on either side of mine. Cal’s hand is still holding mine in a possessive grip beneath the blanket, like he can’t get enough of touching me.

And then, slowly, slowly, his fingers start to creep higher.

My heart speeds up as I suck in a ragged breath.

“This ok, love?” he murmurs and I nod jerkily.

“You can’t imagine how many times I’ve dreamt of sliding my thick fingers up your thighs and dipping them into your dripping cunt, Sin. I want to touch you so badly. I burn for you, love.”

Holy. Shit.

My pussy spasms at his words and I feel myself growing wet enough to soak through my underwear .

“Cal,” I hiss, glancing around. “We can’t.”

“There’s no one paying attention, sweetheart. The staff have been told not to bother us unless we ask for them,” Micah says.

“Let me touch you, Sin. Please.” Cal’s voice is pleading, like it’s actually hurting him not to move his fingers further up.

I twist my head around and capture his lips in a kiss, relishing the surprised gasp he lets out before he returns my kiss hungrily.

“I’ve been wanting to make you come for days now, Sin. I want to feel you as I fuck you with my fingers. Then I want to suck the taste of you off them.”

It’s official. I’m going to combust and he hasn’t even touched me yet. I’m going to be dripping on this nice leather seat and they’re going to need to give it a thorough wiping afterwards.

“Fucking hell, Cal. I thought you hadn’t done this before,” I mutter into his mouth as he devours my lips.

“I haven’t. Never wanted to. But you’ve woken some dormant part of me, Sin. And he is ravenous.”

My legs part and Cal sucks in another breath, pulling away so he can meet my eye. “Are you sure?”

I nod. “Yep. You’ve gone and promised to make me come. I feel like it won’t take long.”

“Who said anything about only coming once?” Cal smirks at me and my stomach flips over.

He’s gorgeous. This undisguised strength and a combination of hard lines and softness that drives me wild.

I hurry to unbutton my pants and give him a look as I wonder what to do next since I don’t really want my bare ass on the leather. Somehow, he seems to read my mind, and he whips off the overshirt that he’s wearing over the top of his black t-shirt. With a little shimmying, he places it under my ass as I yank my pants down to my ankles. Hardly sexy, but that doesn’t seem to bother him or Micah, who’s watching the entire thing with a hungry gaze .

Cal’s fingers climb higher up my thigh, until he’s flicking my clit and spreading my wetness over my pussy lips.

“Damn. You. Are. Soaked. Is this all for us?”

I nod frantically as he continues to massage my clit slowly with his fingers. He then kisses me hard as he shifts his focus and pushes one thick finger inside me.

Fuck. It feels good, especially when he massages my clit with his thumb as he fucks his finger in and out of me.

“Shit, Sin. I cannot wait until I can bury myself inside you. Your tight little cunt is gripping my finger already and I know it’s gonna feel so good around my cock.” He slowly adds a second finger and I let out a little moan against his mouth. “I’m going to fuck you just like this, with you cunt squeezing around me and I’m gonna fill you up with so much cum. You’ll be feeling me for days.”

I slump back as he continues to fuck me and murmur dirty words into my ear. Then Micah starts to run his hands over my tits, releasing them from my bra and sucking one nipple into his mouth before lavishing his attention on the other. He lathes his long tongue over my nipples, sucking them into hard points, and a jolt of pure sensation goes straight to my clit.

He groans softly. “Every part of you is delicious, Sin. Your arousal tastes like nothing I’ve ever tasted before and I want to suck on these perfect tits until you come from the stimulation,” Micah says, his voice more of a growl than I’ve ever heard it.

The two of them working together sends me over the edge in record time, and I shudder through an orgasm that sends tingles all the way up my left side. Cal fucks me harder with his thick fingers and pleasure explodes through my core as I pulse around his fingers, my hand buried in Micah’s hair until he pulls off my nipple with a little slurping sound.

They’re not done with me yet, though. Micah drops to his knees in front of me, pulling my legs apart and burying his face between my legs with a moan that sounds almost desperate. He laps at my arousal, licking and sucking at my pussy like a man possessed. Then he pushes his tongue inside me and it feels like I never stopped coming, my pussy pulsing around him.

Cal lets out a little groan as Micah pulls away with a dazed look on his face.

“Holy shit, I think I’m high on the taste of you,” Micah says.

“That’s two,” Cal says, tipping my chin until I’m staring into his ocean blue eyes. “Wonder how many more times we can push you over the edge before we land.”

He shoots me a smile that’s somehow soft yet sexy as hell, and my stomach clenches as another jolt of pleasure shoots through me.

Shit. They’re going to kill me.

I guess death by orgasms at thirty-thousand feet isn’t a bad way to go.