Unexpected Rush (Play-By-Play #11) (19 page)

“Do you feel it, Harmony?” he asked as he stilled, feeling her body quiver. “Do you feel your pussy tightening around me?”

She moaned, her gaze lifting to his. He saw the hunger in her eyes, and fed off of it, giving her a slow, easy thrust.

“Yes. I feel it. Make me come, Barrett.”

He laid her on the bed and spread her legs, keeping her up on his thighs to give himself access to her. He used his fingers to tease her clit as he eased into her.

“Oh. Oh yes. Like that. That makes me come.”

“Like that?” He gently stroked back and forth on the tight nub until she arched against him.

“Yes. Oh, God yes.” She tightened her grip on his arms, bucking against him until she tilted her head back, cried out and squeezed his cock with the force of her orgasm.

He slid her off of him and dropped onto her body, entering her with full, deep thrusts, feeling every quake of her orgasm while he
powered into her. She was so hot, so tight and coming apart around him. He couldn’t hold back, and when he came, he shuddered against her, taking her mouth in a deep kiss that left him sweating and spent.

He wrapped an arm around her and held her while they both caught their breath. Finally, he released her and left to dispose of the condom in the bathroom. When he came back, Harmony had propped her pillow up against the headboard and leaned against it.

He joined her but not before leaning over to brush his lips against hers. “That was damn good.”

“It was for me, too.” She slid out of bed. “And now I need a drink. What would you like?”

“Ice water.”

“Okay.”

She was gone only a few minutes, and when she came back in she carried two glasses of water. She handed one to him, then climbed onto the bed and sat on her heels, sipping her glass of water.

He liked that she didn’t run for a robe or put on clothes or hide under the covers. He admired a woman who was so confident about her body. Harmony had a right to be. She had a bangin’ body, curvy in all the right places. He reached out and smoothed his hand up and down her thigh.

“You’re beautiful,” he said.

She took a deep breath and let it out. “Thank you.” She swept her hand along his leg. “You’re pretty damn hot yourself. Let me know when you’ve had enough rest time, so we can do it again.”

He really, really liked this woman. And he was going to really, really ignore the fact she was Drake’s sister.

He put his glass on the end table, then took hers and set it down next to his. He pulled Harmony across his lap and kissed her, played with her breasts and soon had her breathless and moaning as he slid his hand between her legs.

“I’ve had enough rest time,” he said.

Her lips curved. “I figured you’d be ready to make me come again.”

“And again and again, babe.”

He’d give her all she needed. And more.

All damn night long.

Harmony hadn’t set an alarm, mainly because she and Barrett had been up most of the night, but also because her body woke naturally anyway.

So when she got up to use the bathroom and grabbed her phone, she wrinkled her nose.

Seven a.m. So much for sleeping in. She was awake now, though, and as she stared down at Barrett’s gorgeous naked sleeping form, she figured there was no point in waking him. She slid into a pair of shorts and a tank top and went downstairs to brew coffee.

She slid her cup under the brewer and waited, checking her e-mail on her phone. Fortunately, nothing pressing happened last night and she didn’t expect anything this morning, so maybe she’d have some time to jump all over Barrett before he took off this morning.

She grabbed her now-filled cup and went to the fridge for cream, then to the sugar bowl for a teaspoon of sugar. She pulled up a chair
at the table and had taken one long, glorious sip of coffee just as Barrett came down.

If she’d known he was going to show up in her kitchen shirtless and with his jeans mostly undone, she wouldn’t have bothered to make a cup of coffee, because she was definitely awake now.

He gave her a sexy smile. “Good morning.”

“Good morning. I tried not to wake you.”

“You didn’t. My body has an internal clock. It wakes itself.”

She grinned. “I know that feeling.”

He came around behind her and nuzzled the back of her neck, sending chill bumps all over her and making her nipples hard. “Sleep well?”

She reached behind her to wrap her hand around the back of his neck, then tilted her head back to kiss him. “What little sleep I had was good.”

His eyes looked exceptionally blue and desirable this morning as he made eye contact with her. “And who was the one who insisted on one more round at three a.m.?”

She shrugged, then turned around to grab her coffee. “I’m going to say it was you.”

He laughed. “Yeah, I don’t think so.”

“And I don’t recall you complaining.”

He made himself a cup of coffee, then pulled up a chair next to her at the table. “You’ll never hear me complain about sex. I’m a guy. You know how we are.”

“Yes, I do know how you are.”

She liked their morning banter, and that he hadn’t run downstairs fully dressed and ready to go out the door like so many guys she knew would do—and had done. Even Levon had been like that. He had never been one to linger, or make small talk.

“Got any appointments this morning?” Barrett asked.

She shook her head. “Not until later this afternoon. It’s mostly paperwork.”

“Good.”

“What about you?”

“Nope. I’m free.”

“That’s good.” He moved his chair closer and raised one of her legs, resting it on his thigh as he drank his coffee. “So we have some time this morning.”

“Time for what?”

“You know, to kick back and relax. Or . . . whatever.”

Her gaze drifted to his face. Hot desire was written all over it, and, coupled with the way his hand drifted up and down her leg, the warm stirrings of need quickened inside of her.

He pulled her chair closer and continued to sip his coffee. Her coffee was forgotten as his fingers inched up her thighs, sliding underneath her silk shorts to tease her bare flesh.

He arched a brow. “You dressed sparingly this morning.” He cupped her sex, his fingers tapping ever so lightly over her clit.

She drew in a breath. “I was in a hurry.”

“Needed that coffee fix, huh?”

“Yes.”

He slid his fingers lower, parting her flesh to tuck a finger into her pussy. Warm pleasure surrounded her as he found an easy rhythm that lulled her into a sensual haze.

“What do you need now, Harmony?”

She lifted her hips, riding his finger. “I need to come.”

“I know what you need. You need my hot, wet tongue on your pussy, licking you all up and down until you scream.”

Just hearing his deep, gravelly voice uttering those words made her quiver in anticipation. “Yes.”

He laid her foot on the floor, slid out of his chair and dropped
to his knees, then drew her shorts off. He spread her legs, cupped her butt in his hands and lifted her toward his mouth.

She leaned back and watched as he slid his tongue over her pussy, avoiding her clit while he teased her lips and the top of her sex.

She reached out to grasp his hair, tugging on it. “Barrett.”

His only response was to make humming noises against her. It was the sweetest torture, and when he found her clit, covered it with his lips and tongue and bathed her in hot, wet pleasure, she closed her eyes, lost in sensation. She was catapulted to another realm where only pulses of desire existed.

He dipped a finger into her, fucking her slow and easy as he danced a languorous route around her clit with his tongue, swirling it over and over the bud until she thought she’d die from the pleasure. She was lost in a sexual fog, in her own feelings, as she took a slow, beautiful ride to orgasm.

And when she climaxed, it was with a low moan, her entire body feeling every sweet pulse as she watched Barrett latch onto her clit and suck her, then gently lap around the now sensitive bud to take her down from that incredible high.

She lay limp against the chair and he reached up to tangle his hand in her hair and kiss her. She tasted herself on his mouth, an incredible aphrodisiac that fired up her desires all over again.

She pressed on his chest. “Drop your pants and sit on the chair.”

His lips curved. “Yes, ma’am.”

He stood and unzipped his jeans, dropping them to the floor. She grabbed his jeans to kneel on them, then nestled between his thighs as he took a seat in her kitchen chair.

“You taste damn good, Harmony,” he said, sifting his fingers through her hair.

His cock was hard, and she grasped hold of it, stroking it as she
looked at him. “You made me come so good, Barrett. Now I’m going to do the same to you.”

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 pussy 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, fuck 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, fuck, 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.”