When You're Mine (MINE #3)(6)
Or so I thought.
That was until I opened my door to find Barrett on the other side. He had on black jeans and black button down he’d left untucked. The low insistent hum blossomed, and I silently cursed my stupid toy for not being more effective.
Bottom line, there’s just no substitute for a man.
Barrett had taken my no touching rule to the extreme. To the point where I was almost praying he would slip up just so I could feel his body brush against mine, his hands… anything. He remained distant on our way to the concert, playing the perfect gentleman and driving me mad with anticipation. Desire festered and bloomed until I was a mess of nerves and need. This new self-control I was beginning to pride myself on was nearly obsolete by the time we were settled in our seats.
“These seats are amazing. How did you manage to get tickets on such short notice?” I asked, taking a sip of my bottled water. I made the choice early on to avoid alcohol tonight. I needed to keep a clear head if I had any chance of ignoring the urge to hump his leg. But it wasn’t the alcohol I needed to worry about… it was the man sitting next to me.
Barrett was careful not to touch me when he brought his mouth next to my ear. “I’m very resourceful.”
I shifted away from the blistering heat pouring from his lips. If sex had a voice…it would sound just like him. “Do you always get what you want?”
He gave me a belly dipping grin, showing off that tiny dimple at the top of his cheek. “Yes.”
I sat up straighter, my heart searching for a way to escape my chest. I wondered what it would be like to give in to this persistent need. What it would be like to give myself to him in every single way imaginable.
Stop thinking about things you can never have.
“Well, there is one thing that’s presented more of a challenge than I anticipated.”
I met his gaze. “Oh yeah, and what’s that?”
“You.”
“Remember the rules, Shaw.”
The smile on his face was replaced with a look of great determination. “I won’t touch you, but as far as what comes out of my mouth, I make no promises, baby.”
Avoiding his glare, my eyes wandered to a man making his way up the steps. Not nearly as delicious as the one next to me, but a delicious one all the same. He gifted me with a wink as he passed. “I’m not your baby,” I told Barrett, making it a point to check the guy out.
Barrett tensed. “Only a matter of time.”
I found his eyes. “You’re full of yourself aren’t you?”
“If you mean confident, then yes.”
“Arrogant is the word I was looking for.”
“You can call me whatever you want, but there’s one thing you need to remember,” he leaned in closer, his breath whispering a solid oath in my ear, “I always win.” The lights dimmed and he pulled away, leaving me with a burning ache so deep, it melted away any reservations I had about letting him f*ck me until I didn’t know my own name. If only it were so simple.
I was lost in the music, singing along and soaking up the electric atmosphere. A bead of sweat trickled down my spine as I swayed to Sex on Fire. My sex had been on fire for 24 straight hours now. I caught him staring throughout the night, his eyes harboring an intensity that was all together maddening and alluring. The spellbinding lyrics of Closer vibrated in my chest as Barrett stepped in behind me, reaching out to grip the rail, trapping me inside of his arms. “I thought I could do it. I tried, but I’m weak. I need to touch you. It’s the only way I can f*cking breathe.” One arm banded around my waist, holding me in place. “What are you doing to me?”
“What are you doing to me?” I countered, looking over my shoulder.
“Making you mine.” The back of my head fell to his shoulder. I didn’t possess the strength to fight it in that moment. I simply closed my eyes, completely lost in him.
The music.
Us.
Soft lips met the tingling flesh of my neck and I nearly lost my mind. “Mmm…salty and sweet.” He began to rub the denim between my legs, pulling a sharp moan from my lips. “Fuck, I love that sound. Let me hear it again.” He rubbed harder and I moaned louder. Grinding my hips against his hand, seeking relief only he could give.
I came in seconds. The blessed orgasm washing over me in a tidal wave of shame and desperation.
Oh shit, what have I done?
Fear is static that prevents me from hearing myself.
~ Samuel Butler
Sweat flowed down the center of my bare back. My legs and lungs were on fire. This was the furthest I’d ran in months. Usually, my normal five miles were enough to quell any battle I was facing. But I couldn’t outrun the redhead with green eyes dominating my every thought. I was up to nine miles now, reaching for ten. My feet pounded the treadmill, pushing further and further. Tabitha Warren had awakened an unknown part of me, and now the need to have her was all I craved, and not just her body. I wanted her in every way one could belong to another. I wasn’t sure how to feel about that. I’d never wanted more than physical gratification from a woman. But even before Tabitha, I’d felt like something was missing. I just wasn’t sure what that something was.
I pressed the cool down button and reached for my towel, mopping the sweat from my face. Since dropping her off Saturday night, I hadn’t been able to think about anything besides the way she felt and the noises she made when she fell apart in my arms. I’m still not sure how I pulled it off, but I managed to walk her to her door without begging her to come inside. She said goodbye like we would never speak again, thanking me for a great night before rushing into her apartment.