HARMONY

Why does the universe fucking hate me? I cursed under my breath, tapping my fingers against my knee as I sat in the garage. I'd been so careful, so determined to avoid Weston as much as possible. Running into him like that threw me off balance, and now, the familiar sinking feeling in my stomach gnawed at me. 

I was waiting for Josh to finish up his interviews so we could grab dinner together. The day had been long, and I needed something to take my mind off things. I knew it was inevitable we'd cross paths, but I didn't expect it to happen so suddenly. 

After what felt like an eternity, Jason appeared, wiping the sweat from his brow. His usual laid-back demeanor seemed off, and I noticed the way he avoided my gaze. 

“Ready to go?” I asked, standing up and stretching. 

“Yeah.” he said, but there was something in his voice that made me narrow my eyes. 

“Why do you look so guilty?”

He shrugged.

“I heard a few other riders are joining us for lunch…”

“And?”

“Weston might be there.” 

I groaned, running my hands through my hair. Of course he'd be there. The last thing I wanted was to sit across from my ex. 

“Look, it’s a big group. There’ll be so many people, he probably won’t even notice you’re there.” Jason tried to reassure me. 

“Fine, let's just go back to the hotel and get ready.” 

I gathered my stuff as a sense of dread settled over me. Weston always had a way of complicating things, and the last thing I needed was more drama. 

I entered the restaurant beside Jason, my fingers smoothing the fabric of my dress as we weaved through the tables. The low hum of conversation and clinking silverware filled the space, but her nerves drowned out the noise. Jason shot me a reassuring look, nudging my shoulder. 

“Stop stressing out.” 

Easier said than done. I steadied myself as he led me toward a long table, already filled with riders and their partners, all laughing and conversing as if it was just another casual night out. My mind raced, trying to recall all the names of everyone around the table, but the sea of unfamiliar faces was overwhelming.

Jason wandered to the other side of the table to talk with a few of his friends. My eyes locked with Weston's. He was sitting a few seats down, and I gave an awkward little wave. He waved back, his expression neutral, before turning to the blonde next to him. 

My chest tightened as the attractive woman leaned over and kissed him. They exchanged a few words before she laughed and started chatting with another woman across from her. I slumped in my seat, my heart sinking as I watched them. It was like a punch to the gut - seeing Weston with someone new, a supermodel. 

I was so wrapped up in the sight that I didn't notice Holden until he slid in the seat beside mine. His voice, low and teasing, broke my trance. 

“If looks could kill, their heads would've combusted by now.” 

I locked eyes with him. 

“I can't help it. No one wants to see their ex move on before them.”

Holden smirked, his arm casually draping over the back of my chair as he leaned in closer. 

“Who says he has to think you didn’t move on first?”

I blinked, caught off guard. 

“What do you mean?”

Holden’s gaze flicked toward Weston and his girlfriend, then back to me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“I know for a fact that Weston’s only been with her for a few weeks. We could make it look like you and I have been doing things for a lot longer.” 

I raised a brow, intrigued but cautious. 

“And what’s in it for you?”

His grin widened, playful yet sharp.

“I’ve got my own score to settle with Weston. A little revenge for both of us sounds like a win-win.”

I bit my lip, my mind racing. The idea was tempting, especially with Weston and his new girlfriend giggling just a few seats away. The thought of wiping that smug look off Weston’s face was too sweet to ignore. I glanced at Holden, who was watching me intently, clearly enjoying my internal struggle.

“What do you have in mind?” 

He didn't say anything. My breath hitched as I felt his hand slide along my inner thigh under the table, his touch firm and confident. I glanced at him, but he turned to talk to someone across the table, pretending nonchalance even as his finger brushed over the cotton of my panties. A shiver raced up my spine at the bold intimacy in such a public setting. I crossed my legs tighter, trying to thwart his advances, but he only spread my legs further apart. 

He pressed his hand more insistently against my clothed mound, rubbing with deliberate slowness. My cheeks flushed as I focused on my drink to disguise my mounting arousal. I squirmed as his fingers traced the damp fabric covering my most intimate area. Holden's touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure through my core with each caress. His fingertips found my clit through the thin barrier of my panties, rubbing slow circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves. I bit back a moan, my thighs clenching together as a jolt of hot ecstacy shot through me. Holden grinned, emboldened by my body's response. 

He locked eyes with me, and with a wicked glint in his eyes, he slipped his finger's beneath the elastic of my underwear, making contact with my slick folds. I bit my lip until I tasted blood. 

His fingers slid through my slick folds, stroking and teasing my most sensitive places with expert precision. I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white as I struggled to maintain composure. His touch was stroking the fire building inside me with each passing second. 

He circled my entrance, gathering the evidence of my arousal before returning his fingers to my clit. I bit my lip to stifle a moan as he rubbed the sensitive nub in tight, rapid circles. My hips bucked, seeking more of the delicious friction. He continued his relentless assault on my senses, stroking and teasing until I was trembling on the verge of release, but I was determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing me come undone.

His fingers moved faster, rubbing my clit with fervor. I looked at him to find his focus was elsewhere with a smug grin. He was smirking at Weston. Weston's eyes were enlarged before he hurriedly looked away, clearly understanding what was happening. Holden's wink was a giveaway. 

My breath came in shallow pants, my body coiled tight with impending release. Holden's touch was relentless, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. 

With a final, hard rub against my clit, I tumbled over the precipice, my orgasm crashing over me in waves of intense ecstasy. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, my body shaking with the force of my climax. Holden continued to stroke me through it, milking every last drop of pleasure from me. 

He withdrew his fingers from under my dress, a smug grin playing on his lips as he made eye contact with Weston. My heart stopped as he raised his fingers to his lips and licked them clean with a satisfied groan. Weston looked away, his face reddened with anger. My body slumped back in my chair, still trembling with the aftershocks of my intense orgasm. I shot Holden a glare, both annoyed and aroused by his blatant display. He winked at me, clearly unashamed. With a grin, he placed his arm on the back of my chair and brushed his fingers against my shoulder. He leaned in, his breath brushing against my ear. 

“I think he got the message, darling.”