She moaned, thrusting her * against his hand. “Faster. Faster, so I come.”
He parted the hair at the back of her neck and kissed her there. “You keep talking to me like that you’re gonna make me come.”
“That’s what I want. I want you fucking me hard and making me come, then I want you to come inside me.”
He shuddered, giving her neck a light bite.
“Oh, God,” she said, shuddering as her * tightened around his cock. “I’m coming, Barrett.”
She sure as hell was. He pulled back and powered into her, driving as hard as he could. He couldn’t hold back his own orgasm, and lifted up, gripping her hips and thrusting, then burying himself deep as he climaxed.
He swept his hands over her ass as he came down from that incredible high. Harmony turned her head to smile at him. He gave her a playful slap on the butt, then disengaged, disposed of the condom, and grabbed his bottle of water from the nightstand before climbing into bed next to her.
Harmony slid her toes up and down along his lower leg. “I was thinking for round three we might want to try out that oh-so-comfortable sofa in the living room.”
He took a couple of long swallows of water, then turned to face her. “No, what you’re trying out is my stamina.”
“Oh, please. You can handle four quarters of football. I’m five foot four, Barrett. I think you can handle me.”
He put the cap on the bottled water, scooped his hands under her butt and lifted her off the bed. “I’ll handle you all right, woman. I’ll make you come until you pass out.”
She laughed all the way into the living room.
Twenty-Five
If there was one thing Barrett knew how to do, it was win. Though he wasn’t sure who actually won last night, since he and Harmony had both come over and over again.
So maybe it was a win for both of them.
Right now, Harmony was facedown on the bed sound asleep, her mouth slightly open, her hair spread all over her pillow. She looked like she’d been well and thoroughly fucked.
Hell, just looking at her like that made his dick hard again.
But he intended to let her sleep. They’d been up until almost one a.m. last night and it was barely past six a.m. He figured he’d have plenty of time to get a gym workout in with Flynn and still get back before Harmony woke up.
He dressed in his workout clothes and put on his tennis shoes. He had downed a full bottle of water to hydrate, but what he really needed was caffeine.
He headed over to the main house.
He knew Flynn would be up, and he was, drinking a cup of coffee.
“Sleeping in this morning?” Flynn asked, grabbing a cup and shoving it under the brewer.
“Yeah, right.” The smell of coffee was almost enough to wake him up. Almost, but not quite. When Flynn handed him the cup, he grabbed it and inhaled a deep breath of the awesome aroma before he took his first sip.
Yeah, that’s what he needed.
“Ready for a workout?” Flynn asked.
Barrett held up his hand. He just needed this one cup. “In a minute.”
Flynn was already geared up and stretching. “Sure. Let me waste my time while your wussy ass sips your cup o’ tea.”
Unconcerned, Barrett continued to drink his coffee. He sipped it slowly.
Flynn sighed. Loudly.
Finally, Flynn said, “Time’s ticking, asshole.”
“Fuck off. I might have a second cup.”
“Yeah, you do that. And I’m leaving you.”
Barrett laughed and put his cup in the sink. “I’m ready. Jesus, you’re grouchy. When was the last time you got laid?”
“Too long. And don’t remind me.”
They headed to the gym, which fortunately had an outside track. After warming up with a fast walk, they took off on a run.
This was when Barrett really missed his brothers. No one motivated him to be better, run faster and push harder than one of his brothers. They were nothing if not competitive with each other, especially Flynn and him because they were both defensive players.
If Flynn started dragging, Barrett would kick up his pace, making Flynn keep up. The same would happen if Barrett found himself slowing. Because there was no way in hell either one of them would lag behind.
As a result, their three-mile run was done in damn good time. They slowed to a cooldown mile to catch their breath, then headed into the gym.
They warmed up with light weights, then went to the heavier ones, spotting each other. Within an hour, Barrett was soaked in sweat and his arms and legs felt like overcooked spaghetti.
He’d already drunk a gallon of water and still felt drained, so he went to the beverage bar and grabbed an electrolyte drink.
“Wimping out on me?” Flynn asked, ordering the same thing for himself.
“Yup. You go ahead and do several more sets, though. I’ll spot you.”