Unexpected Rush (Play-By-Play #11)(77)

He had no idea where Flynn was. “Yup.”

“Okay. We’ll meet you back at home.”

“You got it. See you in a bit.”

He clicked off and went into the bedroom. Harmony was up, sitting on the side of the bed. “Your parents?”

“Yeah. The convoy is ready to head back to the ranch.”

“And I need to get back to my room before my mother gets there.”

“Okay.”

He laid his coffee cup down and went to her, pulling her into his arms for a kiss. When he drew away, he said, “I should have woken you up this morning by sliding my cock into you.”

She smoothed her hands over his chest, then backed away. “Yes, you should have. Because now I have to go.”

He rubbed his body against hers, and his erection was, as it always was around Harmony, instantaneous. “Dammit.”

She pulled him toward her, toward the bed, and lay down on it. “Though you could probably make me come in about a minute.”

He loved that she was always up for sex, that her sex drive matched his. He dropped his sweats and grabbed a condom, then drew her shorts down, spread her legs and slid inside of her. She always felt like hot silk, drawing him in, making him want to stay there forever.

But the clock was ticking and right now they needed to get out, fast, so he rocked against her, making her moan, giving her what she needed to get off. He lifted her tank top and sucked her nipples, taking her there faster. And when her * tightened around him, he was taut, tense and ready to go off. He just had to wait for Harmony.

She squirmed under him, fighting for her orgasm. He lifted up and rubbed his thumb over her clit.

“Oh, yes,” she said, lifting toward his fingers. He swept them over her sex, giving her the friction she needed to climax.

“This what you need, baby?” he asked, sliding into her as he rubbed her.

“Yes. I need to come. Give me that cock.”

She widened her legs and he drove in deep, grinding against her. Her eyes widened and she cried out with her orgasm. That was all he needed as he dropped down on top of her, thrusting hard and shuddering against her as her * spasmed around him. The first spurt was an explosion that rocketed out of him, making him arch his back and convulse all the way through his climax.

“Christ,” was all he could manage as he came down from that exceptional high.

He gripped Harmony’s hips, wanting to stay like this with her—connected to her—for the entire day.

But they didn’t have the entire day. They disengaged, she grabbed her clothes, gave him a quick kiss and dashed out the door, leaving him to pack up. He texted Flynn, who told him he’d meet him downstairs in the lobby.

He was showered, checked out and at the SUV within twenty minutes. There were definite advantages to being a guy.

Flynn was leaning against the SUV, along with Drake, Tucker and Aubry. It looked like Harmony and her mother had gotten in one of the other cars.

“Waiting on you, man,” Flynn said. “What the hell? Did you have to blow dry your hair?”

“You know me and my hair.” That was all he was going to say, but as the rest of them crowded into the SUV, he pulled Flynn aside. “Thanks for last night.”

“Not a problem. But you owe me one.”

“I do.”

It took them about an hour to get back to the ranch. The other cars were already there. Barrett grabbed his bag and took it up to the room he was sharing with Flynn. He left the bag on the bed, and went in search of something cold to drink.

Mom was in the kitchen, making iced tea.

He grabbed a muffin from the bag on the counter and downed it in two bites.

“Hungry?” she asked with a laugh.

“A little,” he managed after he swallowed.

“Thirsty, too?”

“Now I am.”

“Why don’t you cut up some lemons? I’m almost finished here.”

He got out the cutting board, pulled two lemons out of the fridge and grabbed the knife. By the time he’d sliced them, his mother had the tea poured into two large pitchers.

“Where is everyone?”

She leaned her hip against the counter. “Your dad is out back with the guys working on that old car of his. The women are all over at the house where Katrina is staying. She just got photo proofs from her last shoot, so they’re over there ogling.”

“I see.” He went to the cabinet and got two glasses down, pouring one for his mother and one for him.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Great party last night, Mom.”

She smiled. “I thought so. How’s Harmony this morning?”

He tried not to cough as he took a long swallow of iced tea. “I didn’t see her this morning. She rode back in another car.”

“Son, I’m not as blind to things as you’d like to think I am. And I have a pretty good idea who slept where last night.”

He pulled up a chair at the island. “Oh, you do, huh?”

“Yes. You also didn’t come back to the party last night, and you’re not one to miss a good time, unless there was something that held you at the hotel. Like Harmony.”

Leave it to his mother to know what was what. “Okay.”

“So how long has this been going on?”