Page 40 of Barrett

“The fuck?” He stood slowly, the tube of lube still in his hand. “Did you just push me out of my own bed?”

“You’re being weird and yelled.”

He threw the lube at me.

He didn’t think I’d catch it though.

“Jesus, the reflexes on you.”

I held the tube between my fingers and grinned. I still wasn’t sure why he shouted at me, but at least I was winning. Maybe.

Barrett climbed onto the bed in all his naked glory, his cock no longer as hard as it was before. He didn’t stop moving until he was over top of me and plucked the lube from my hand. “Slide over. I don’t want a bruise on the opposite hip.”

Reaching for him, I brushed my fingers over his side where he landed on the floor. There was a red mark but no bruise yet. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You didn’t, but you’re going to when you fuck me.” He popped the cap and lubed up his fingers before adjusting himself on me. He sat up, legs on either side of mine. Dropping the tube, he leaned forward over me again and reached behind himself. His eyes slipped closed, and his lips parted. “The reason I didn’t want you opening the drawer was because I have stuff in there I don’t want you to see.”

“Well, now I need to know what’s in it.”

He moaned as he kept working his fingers into his ass. “Toys. I’m alone a lot.”

“You won’t be any longer.”

“More promises?”

“Yeah, because I keep them. I’m not sure what you think is happening here, but I’m not going anywhere. Jordan knows. I’m good.”

“And me?”

“Whatever happens with your work, Marshall will be taken care of.”

That had his eyes opening and him staring down at me. His fingers left his ass so he could brace his arms on either side of me. “Reghan.”Light-brown hair fell onto his forehead. I reached up to run my fingers through it, enjoying the silky feel.

“I know you think we were just fucking with each other since we met. Yeah, we were. I was pissed, you teased me, I got angrier, but now I know better. I see who you really are. If you think I’d sit by while you got fired and not help in any way I could, you’re way off base with me. I care. More than I should at this point.”

“Definitely more than you should,” he whispered. There was the tiniest tremble to his bottom lip. My words affected him, even if he tried to stop the reaction.

“I want to be right here with you. Only you.”

This time when his eyes slid closed, he squeezed them and took a slow, deep breath. “Reghan…”

“I’ve got you, Bear.”

He lowered his chest onto mine and buried his face in my neck. “I don’t want to wake up from this. For so long, it was just Mars and me. Now you’re here, and I don’t know how to fully reconcile you now with the you from before.”

My arms wrapped around him to hold him tight. “I’m still the same man. Much like you’re opening yourself to me, I’m doing the same. I was always here beneath the hard exterior you toyed with.”

“Yeah.” I felt his tongue lick along my neck. Small, uncertain little tastes that had chills breaking out over my skin. It was all he had to do for my cock to get back with the program.

“Why were you embarrassed about the toys?” I had to ask.

“It’s pathetic.”

“How do you figure?”

“I talk a big game, when all I do is fuck in a bathroom and come home to an empty bed and drawer full of toys. I wouldn’t bring men here because of Mars. He’d tell me not to worry about him, but it would be a shitty thing to do to have men in and out.”

“How many men are you fucking?” I barely held back the growl in my voice.

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