Unexpected Rush (Play-By-Play #11)(43)

She heard his deep breathing as she lifted up, then took his cock in her mouth.

“Oh yeah. Just like that. Suck it. Suck it hard and make me come.”

His words enticed her, made her * quiver even as she took his cock deeper into the recesses of her mouth. She held the base, flicked her tongue around the tip, then engulfed him.

“Fuck. Oh, f*ck yeah.”

She wanted him to feel how he’d made her feel—that out-of-body experience where all she’d felt was the heady pleasure of his mouth on her. She wanted his brain to explode from the pleasure she gave him. So when he started pumping his cock into her mouth, when sweat beaded on his brow and all he could utter were one-word expletives, she knew she had him right where she wanted him—out of his mind, in the moment and concentrating on what her mouth was doing to him.

“Fuck, Harmony. Yeah. Suck it. Harder. Oh, f*ck, that’s gonna make me come. I’m gonna come in your mouth. You ready for it?”

She hummed against his cock and took him into the back of her throat, gently squeezing his ball sac as she rolled her mouth up and down over his shaft.

He let out a low groan, spurts of hot come splashing against her tongue. She felt his legs tremble as he rocketed through his orgasm. She held tight to his cock and swallowed what he gave her, licking him until he grew soft along her tongue.

“Christ,” he finally muttered, sliding his hand along her cheek. He lifted her and pulled her onto his lap, brushing his lips against hers. “I think you blew the top of my head off. I feel dizzy.”

She smiled and dragged a finger across his bottom lip. “I know the feeling.”

He kissed her again, this time a deeper, soulful kiss that left her feeling a little woozy. She slid off his lap, climbed back into her silk shorts and poured them both a glass of orange juice.

Barrett put his jeans back on. “Now you need food,” he said, as they sipped their juice.

“I do. I can fix us some eggs and bacon.”

“How about we do that together?”

“Sure.”

She didn’t mind spending a little more time with him, and she sure hadn’t minded the extra sex this morning, knowing it was going to be a one-time thing.

Barrett fixed eggs while she did the bacon and popped bread in the toaster. They sat down and ate together.

“I don’t know about you,” she said, as she scooped eggs onto her fork. “But I’m starving.”

He nodded as he wolfed down his third piece of bacon. “Sex works up an appetite. You feeling okay this morning?”

She cocked her head to the side and nodded. “I’m fine. Why?”

“I hadn’t thought about feeding you breakfast before we did all the fun and sexy play.”

She smiled. “I’m fine to go an hour or two without eating, Barrett. I just have to be mindful about not going more than that.”

“Duly noted. So when we go to San Francisco, I’ll make sure to feed you early.”

“San Francisco?”

“Yeah. This weekend.”

“Oh.” She’d totally forgotten about that.

“You’re still coming, aren’t you?”

“I’d . . . love to. I guess I thought . . .”

“You thought what?”

“I guess I thought now that we had sex, you’d be done with me.”

Barrett frowned. “Just what kind of man do you think I am, Harmony?”

Uh-oh. “Okay, maybe I didn’t phrase that right. I mean, before when you asked me, we were friends.”

“And now we’re not?”

This was not coming out like she intended. “No, that’s not what I meant. Now we’ve had sex. So I assumed with you and my brother and you and me and sex, you’d want distance.”

He leaned back in his chair. “Okay, now I’m confused. First, how about we not talk about you and me and sex and your brother in the same sentence ever again, okay?”

She tried not to smile at that. “Okay.”

“Second, sex with you isn’t a one-time thing. That’s not how I saw it, anyway. Did you?”

“Well, that’s not how I wanted it. I just assumed—”

“You assumed wrong. I want you. I wanted you before last night, and I wanted you this morning. I still want you. Which means I’m going to continue to want to have sex with you—a lot. If you’re not okay with that, you need to tell me now.”

Now she did smile. “Oh, I’m totally okay with that.”

“Good.” He picked up a piece of bacon. “Then we’re going to San Francisco this weekend.”

It wasn’t exactly a declaration of love, and they weren’t having a relationship. They were having sex. And according to Barrett, there was going to be a lot of it.

Since she didn’t want either love or a relationship, but she sure as hell wanted more of Barrett, this arrangement worked for her.

For now. And all she wanted was “for now.”

So she was going to go to San Francisco this weekend.

And have sex. A lot of it.

Awesome.





Twenty-One





The weather was chilly when they landed in San Francisco. But she was so happy to be here.

She’d caught up on work the past day, had met with clients and had checked on the status of Barrett’s home renovation. Everything was going smoothly and she had nothing on her list that had to be handled right away.