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Barrett tore his mouth from mine and spun, walking up the hallway to check. I heard him pull Marshall’s door closed. He faced me, crooking his finger so I’d go to him. I would, any time he wanted me to.

The moment I was in his room, he closed the door and I was on him. My lips pressed to his again, my tongue sweeping in. I was running the show now and Barrett let me.

I gripped his shirt, roughly pulling it over his head as he did the same to mine. We each took care of our own clothes from the waist down to speed this up. He was done before me and grabbed the lube from the nightstand, popping the cap and slicking his fingers. Barrett put one hand on the bed, bending at the waist, and pushed two fingers into his ass, biting back a curse as he did so.

My feet were frozen to the floor, unable to move. The sight before me had me at a loss for words. Barrett was beautiful stretching himself open.

“Are you going to watch or do something about it?” he asked

That got me moving. I stepped forward, slicked my cock, and wasted no time sliding into his hot hole. I was too wound up to go slow. Barrett didn’t protest when I pulled out and slammed back in. He moaned low as I did it again and again.

I’d been apart from him too long. Sure, I’d seen him, but not like this. My skin wasn’t against his. My hands weren’t claiming the man who was mine. No one would ever get Barrett as I did. There was a fire between us. One that couldn’t be extinguished. It was alive and writhing, drawing us in, until we had no choice but to come together.

This wasn’t enough though. I didn’t get to see his face or touch him how I wanted. Pulling out, I gripped his hips and turned him to face me before pushing him onto the bed and crawling over him. I gripped the backs of his thighs to lift his legs until he took the hint and held them up, and then I slid back in. Once there, I leaned over him, putting our faces close. My hand went to his throat, not to choke him but to remind him who was with him.

“No more of your bullshit,” I ground out, my lips near his. I snapped my hips forward.

“Fuckkk yes.”

“No more telling me I fucking pity you.” Another withdrawal and thrust.

“Reghan…”

“You don’t get to run your mouth with me. You should trust me.” Out and in. “You don’t get to tell me what I’m doing and who I can and can’t take care of.” Push and pull. “You’re mine, Bear,” I growled. “I will do as I please with you, with your ass, with your whole fucking world. Do you hear me?”

“Oh god, right there.”

I stilled.

His eyes popped open. His fingers clawed at my back. “What are you doing? Why the hell did you stop?”

“I want to make sure you’re listening to me.”

“Jesus Christ, of course I am. I’m yours. You don’t pity me. You own me. Will you make me come now?”

My lips met his in a punishing kiss, our teeth hitting, our bodies heaving from being strung so tight. My hips started moving again but not at the same speed. Barrett urged me to go faster. I refused.

“I want to hear that you understand me, Bear. Not like you’re just saying what I want you to, so I’ll get you off.”

Gorgeous hazel eyes held mine. “I heard you,” he whispered, and my hips stilled again. “I heard every word. It’s not easy for me to give up control, especially when it comes to my brother.”

“I’m not taking him away from you. I’m just giving him more access.”

“I know.” He bit his lip as tears pooled in his eyes. “What if this doesn’t work out? What if you leave and Mars doesn’t have what he needs?”

I brushed away the tear that fell. “I would never take away what I’m giving him. It’s there for life. I promise. But you and me, we won’t ever be done. Can’t you see it? Can’t you see how you own me too? I’d do anything for you.”

“Reghan…”

“I know, Bear.”

Our touching and kissing turned gentle. Our bodies came together like we needed each other to breathe.

I slid a hand under his ass to hold him to me, not wanting space between us as I fucked into him with care rather than anger. Words circled my mind, big ones that would change everything. I wasn’t all the way gone for him yet, but it was close.

Barrett would buck like a damn bronco to keep everyone at a distance, even people who wanted to help him. I had to prove to him I wouldn’t release the reins, that I was in this for the long haul. Words would only do so much. My actions would matter more.

“Please,” he whimpered.

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