Unexpected Rush (Play-By-Play #11)(88)

Her barely there black bra matched those sexy panties that had set him off earlier. He could see her nipples through the sheer fabric and he reached up, teasing each bud through the material of her bra.

She gasped, then hissed. “Yes. More.”

He undid the front clasp of her bra and she shrugged it off, giving him access to her nipples. He pulled her forward and sucked one into his mouth. He needed to touch her, to taste her, to feel her, and as she slid down over his cock, he sucked her nipple harder, breathing in the whimpering sound she made as she began to rock.

She held him against her breast as she moved back and forth, then lifted up and down, torturing his cock in ways that made his balls tighten.

When she finally pulled back and popped her nipple out of his mouth, he’d never seen a woman look more beautiful. The deep dark bronze of her skin glowed in the overhead light. He wanted to lick every part of her, to touch every inch of her. She never looked away, always at him, and his cock swelled at the raw, sexual honesty in her eyes.

This was his woman, from her glorious black hair to her perfectly painted pink toenails. And no one would ever threaten that.

He lifted his hips and rubbed her clit. She dug her nails into his shoulders and cried out with her climax. He felt his own tunneling through every nerve ending and he let it loose, a wild spurt that seemed never ending as he poured everything he had into her. He grasped her hips and held on, rocking into her over and over again until he was emptied.

When he caught his breath, he picked her up and carried her into the downstairs bathroom. They cleaned up and got dressed, then he went into the living room to pick up the pieces of the checkerboard he’d tossed onto the floor.

Harmony kneeled on the floor to hand him a few checkers, her shoulder brushing his.

“Fun game,” she said with a wry grin.

He kissed her. “I enjoyed it. Especially since I won.”

She leaned back on her heels. “In what universe did you win that game?”

“It was obvious.”

“I think not. You ended the game prematurely.” She righted the game, then refilled their wineglasses. “Now we start over—regular checkers this time.”

He took a long swallow of wine, then leaned over the board. “Sure, if you feel like losing again.”

She slanted a glare at him. “Barrett, I’m going to kick your ass.”

He laughed. “Game on.”





Thirty-Four





Barrett had put off that important conversation with Drake all week.

He couldn’t put it off any longer.

They were at Mama Diane’s house tonight for dinner. Tomorrow they’d leave for the road game against Dallas.

It was a light crowd tonight. Just Drake, him, Harmony and her friend Alyssa, and a couple of the guys from the team. Mama Diane’s sisters weren’t here, and neither were a few of her friends who usually showed up.

It would be a good night to talk to Drake. They’d had awesome practices all week. Drake was confident about the team and in a really great mood.

Barrett figured now was the time. He was in love with Harmony and he needed to tell Drake so his relationship with the woman he loved could be out in the open.

Hell, he needed to have that all important conversation with Harmony. He hadn’t yet told her how he felt about her.

But first he had to get things straight with Drake.

He pulled Drake away from the crowd of other players. “Hey, Drake. I need to talk to you.”

“Sure.”

“Let’s grab a couple of beers and step outside.”

Barrett caught the concern on Harmony’s face as he and Drake headed for the door, but he hoped Harmony didn’t interfere. This was between Drake and him.

“What’s up?” Drake asked, as he sat in the patio chair.

Barrett cradled his beer in his hands, trying to hide his nervousness. It was like asking permission to date a man’s daughter. In a lot of ways, that was the case. Since Harmony didn’t have a father, Drake was the closest thing to that, and had been since the two of them were kids.

“It’s about Harmony.”

“What about her?”

The words hung, and he didn’t exactly know how to say them. “I’ve been seeing her.”

Drake frowned. “What do you mean, you’ve been seeing her?”

“She and I . . . We’ve been seeing each other for a while now.”

Drake laid his beer on the patio table. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m in love with your sister, buddy.”

“I don’t understand. You’re sleeping with Harmony?”

He’d blown right past the part where he’d admitted he was in love with her. And the tone of Drake’s voice spelled trouble. Barrett stood. “It’s not like that, man.”

“Then you tell me what it is like. You tell me you’ve been seeing her. How long?”

“A couple of months.”

He saw the anger tighten Drake’s features. “A couple of months? And you didn’t tell me about it? Why not?”

Drake’s voice was getting louder, and Barrett knew his best friend well enough to read the escalation in it. “Because of the way you’re acting pissed off about it right now.”