Unexpected Rush (Play-By-Play #11)(76)

She let out a low moan as he licked the length of her.

“You taste so damn good,” he said, pulling away only long enough to make eye contact with her, then laid his tongue on her clit and made her tremble, as a blast of heated sensation ignited her.

She couldn’t help herself. She arched her hips against him, feeding her * to him, delighted in the way he lapped her up, as she cried out with her orgasm.

“Yes. Oh, yes, yes,” she said, her entire body shaking as she came over and over again. Maybe it was the tension release, but it was more likely Barrett’s talented mouth doing delicious things to her body that made her feel like she could come like this for ten minutes, at least, quivering all over with tingling pleasure; and she didn’t want it to stop.

So when he rose, she said, “Get a condom.”

He smiled, then went inside, coming back out seconds later.

She had already arranged one of the chairs the way she wanted it.

“Drop your pants,” she said. “Sit.”

His lips curved. He pulled his pants off, his hard cock springing up. He put a condom on.

“I like that cock of yours, baby,” she said.

“Fuck me, Harmony,” he said. “Climb on and f*ck my cock.”

She straddled him, easing down over his cock inch by inch. She raked her nails down his arms, needing to feel him buried deep.

“Is that what you need?” he asked, his eyes fixed on hers.

“Oh, yes. You know I do.”

She began to move, rocking back and forth, shards of fiery pleasure exploding within her with each movement.

Barrett grasped her hips and rolled her toward him. “God, I love being buried deep inside of you. My cock swells and I just want to give you all my come.”

She grasped his shoulders and lifted, then slid back down on him, teasing him with her *, feeling him grow impossibly harder every time she seated herself fully on top of him. And when she rolled against him, she felt the tightening, the quivering tension of impending release.

“Damn, Harmony,” Barrett said. “You gonna come again?”

She dug her nails into him. “Yes. Make me come, Barrett.”

He wrapped an arm around her and put his lips on hers, thrusting his tongue in her mouth to mimic the movements of his cock. She spiraled out of control, her body undulating against him as she came with a rush of unending bursts of pleasure.

He groaned against her lips and drove harder and faster into her with his release, his body shuddering against her. She held tight to him as she rode out an orgasm that left her shaking in its wake.

Spent, she tried to catch her breath as she ran her hands up and down Barrett’s body.

He finally stood, cupping his hands under her butt, and carried her into the room.

He took them into the bedroom and laid her down on the bed, left to dispose of the condom, then came back to lie down next to her.

“You make my legs shake,” he said, stroking her arm.

“You make me crazy. Do you realize we just had sex outside?”

He laughed. “You liked it. I could tell by the number of times you came.”

“You’re right about that. But you make me lose all sense of time and place.”

He trailed a finger along her collarbone. “That’s not a bad thing, is it?”

“No, it’s not.”

He spent some time running his fingers over her body, from her face to her neck. She yawned, then closed her eyes and finally turned over, nestling her butt in Barrett’s crotch.

She didn’t remember him fetching the blanket from the other room, but he turned out the light and pulled the cover over them, and he was still touching her when she fell asleep.





Thirty





Barrett had ordered a pot of coffee early in the morning. He leaned against the wall between the living room and the bedroom watching Harmony sleep, something he was getting used to doing.

There was something about watching the way she slept that got to him. She had such a sweet innocence about her when she was sleeping that made his heart clench, and made him want to see that look on her face every morning.

For the rest of his life.

He blinked, then his mouth went dry.

The one thing he’d never once thought about was the rest of his life and what that looked like, or who he’d spend it with.

But lately, he’d been doing more and more thinking about his future. And those thoughts included Harmony.

She just . . . fit.

Then again, maybe he was crazy and just in lust with her. Because she was always going to be Drake’s sister. And after Drake overreacted last night to some random * putting his hands on Harmony, how was he going to respond when he found out about Barrett and Harmony being together?

Hell, Barrett knew Drake. He’d lose it. That wasn’t a conversation he was keen to have with his best friend anytime soon.

Yet eventually, he’d have to have it.

Unless he and Harmony broke up. Then he and Drake would never have to have that conversation.

You are not that much of a coward, are you, Cassidy?

That was a question he didn’t want to ponder this morning.

Barrett’s phone buzzed on the bedside table. He picked it up and walked into the living room.

“Hey, Dad.”

“We’re getting ready to head back to the ranch. You and Flynn up?”