Reluctantly Yours(70)

“What?”

“I thought this was a fun game. Like he’s trapped you in this fake relationship, so you’re happy to receive orgasms in return. A bonus for putting up with Barrett’s cranky ass. Is there more to it?” She’s eyeing me closely. “Do you have actual feelings for him?”

I slowly shake my head, but all I can think is—do I? Everything feels different after this weekend. But maybe I’m just mistaking feelings for physical attraction and chemistry. Lust. There’s definitely plenty of that between me and Barrett. But in the Hamptons, it felt like more.

“Good.” Jules takes another bite of the cookie, then pushes the rest toward me. “I don’t want you to get hurt. And while I have no doubt he enjoyed giving you an orgasm, Barrett seems like the kind of guy that can easily walk away when he’s done getting what he wants.”

I consider her words while I swallow a bite of sandwich.

Jules is right.

Barrett and I are fake dating so he can get close to Fred. We have an expiration date and I can’t let an orgasm, no matter how mind blowing it was, let me forget it.





I glance at the screen of Barrett’s phone, my mouth hanging open in disbelief.

“How is that possible?”

“I must be a superior WordIt player.” He grins.

“You didn’t even know what WordIt was,” I say, exasperated at the outcome of the game. “I told you about WordIt. You can’t beat me at the game I told you about.” I sigh. “Again.”

Fresh out of the shower, I’m wearing a t-shirt and sleep shorts, my wet hair is pulled up into a knot on top on my head. I met Barrett at the racquet club after work. My nails the perfect excuse to not play tennis, I had planned to listen to my audio book in a cozy nook of the club’s lounge, but after being entranced watching a sweaty Barrett play his Wednesday evening match, my priorities changed. I’m not even sure how that is possible, but it is. Hearing Barrett grunt with effort to return a serve had to be the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. I had no idea tennis was so erotic.

Thinking about it makes my eye twitch. I rub my eye and end up scratching my eyelid.

“Ow. You’d think I’d be used to these by now.”

Barrett pulls me to standing and kisses the spot where my eyelid hurts.

“Come with me,” he says.

“That’s what I’ve been doing. For the past two nights,” I mutter. It’s not really a hardship but I am starting to get frustrated with my 0-3 losing streak.

I follow him upstairs and into my bedroom. The past two nights when Barrett has won our WordIt competition, he’s immediately lowered me to the couch in the study and feasted on his prize. It’s still bizarre to me that he wins and I get an orgasm. I guess we’re both winners.

That being said, I’m getting frustrated. I want to reciprocate. I’m dying to reciprocate, especially since every time he’s pulled away I’ve seen the impressive bulge in his pants. I know what’s in there. I’ve seen it in the shower, and I want it badly.

I tell myself it has nothing to do with feelings, like Jules and I discussed, but a mere curiosity. Like how quickly could I make Barrett come with my mouth?

“I thought we’d change it up tonight.”

“Yeah?” My eyes can’t help but drop to the bulge in his pants.

He adjusts his erection. “Not that.”

“Oh.” I pout.

He tips my chin up with his fingers. “I want you to sit on my face.”

My body’s reaction to Barrett’s request is to send a fresh wave of arousal between my legs. It’s gearing up for what is to come. Literally. My brain, on the other hand, is two steps behind.

“How does that work? Won’t I suffocate you?” I already thought I cut off his air supply the first time he had his head between my thighs.

His hands slip beneath the hem of my shirt, his seeking fingers skim along my ribcage. His thumbs circle the peaks of my nipples. “I’ll be fine. Better than fine.” He smiles wickedly. “I want to look up and see your gorgeous tits above me while I fuck your sweet cunt with my tongue.”

That’ll do it. I’m convinced Barrett’s dirty talk could make me do anything. I’m already considering anal and we haven’t even had sex yet.

I practically rip my shirt off. My shorts and panties quickly follow. I’m an eager beaver until I realize I have no idea what to do.

Barrett pulls his shirt over his head, then me onto the bed to straddle him. This is new. I like the feel of his hardness beneath me. I rock my hips and press into him. I imagine how good his bare cock would feel against me. His pants are ruining everything.

He reaches up to cup my face, then tugs me down to him. His kiss is firm and hungry. Our tongues lap each other up. When he breaks the kiss, I’ve nearly forgotten what we’re doing.

Barrett’s hand reaches between us, skimming over my wet, sensitive flesh.

“Mmm,” he growls. “You’re so wet for me right now.”

I rock my hips against his hand, wanting his fingers inside me, but he pulls his hand away. Gripping my hips, he encourages me to move up his body.

“Hold onto the headboard,” he instructs.

I shift my body forward, moving my knees past his chest, then his shoulders. Barrett lifts me the rest of the way. My knees are now spread on either side of his head. I’m hovering above Barrett’s face. There’s no doubt he can see everything.