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How many shades of red could a person turn because I thought I would set a record. I tried to hide my face, but it was useless. “You couldn’t let that go?”

“Hell no. I like it.” He dropped his forehead to mine and thrust his hips. “Say it again.”

I gasped. My fingers dug into his hips.

“Say it, Bear.”

I didn’t want to. It was something I’d never called anyone I slept with. Then again, I didn’t care about the people I fucked.

Reghan froze, his hips not moving. He was a fucking statue. Why was he such a gorgeous asshole?

“I hate you,” I muttered.

“Lies.”

My dick ached. I needed friction. Even when I tried to wiggle, he held me firm. There was no way I was going to win this. Sure, I had muscle on me, but I was nothing compared to Reghan.

I caved. “Baby.”

The groan he let loose; I almost came. His smile shot right to my balls as he thrust against me.

18

REGHAN

I didn’t have to ask myself why Barrett calling me baby set me off, set my blood pumping the same way his hands did on my body. Another man could have said it to me, and it wouldn’t have landed nearly as hard as it did with him. I was in over my head and couldn’t find it in myself to give a fuck. When I had Barrett naked in front of me, nothing else mattered.

“Where's your lube?” I asked.

He tried to get it from the nightstand, but with the way I had my weight on him, he couldn’t move much, so I reached for the drawer.

“No!” he yelled and put his full strength into getting out from under me. I was so startled by him shouting that I rolled off, not sure what was happening. No way would I do anything he wasn’t ready for.

Was I reading him wrong? He was hard as hell underneath me and told me he wanted my cock. Something could have changed his mind though.

Barrett opened the drawer, plucked the lube out, and slammed it shut. When he turned back to me with the lube in his hand, he had the most confused look on his face. “What happened?”

“You tell me.”

“What?”

I shrugged.

“Jesus, did you get cold feet?”

“Excuse me?” What the hell was he talking about?

“Why are you acting like you don’t want to fuck me now?”

I scrubbed a hand over my face. “You yelled at me.”

“And?”

“What the hell is going on?”

His eyes widened, and then he burst into laughter. “Holy shit. Did you think I changed my mind? If you get any closer to the edge of the bed, you'll fall off. In fact, I’m surprised you haven’t already. We hardly fit on the thing.” His queen bed was way too small for both of us.

“I don’t know what to think, asshole.” Then I shoved him hard enough he actually fell off the bed in a loud thump to the floor.

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