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“That’s right, Bear. Let yourself feel. I’m going to make you fly.” One finger became two as I rushed the process, trying to stretch him quicker than I should have. “Do you want me to slow down?” I really didn’t want to. It should be up to him and not me though. Barrett knew what he could handle.

“No, just fuck me already.” He pushed back on my fingers, riding me a little. His legs spread a bit wider. “Need you.”

Withdrawing my fingers, I reached for the lube again and coated my cock. I notched it against his hole and started my slide in. God, he was tight, so tight I forced myself to give him a moment to adjust instead of powering into him.

Inch by inch, I pushed until my body was flush to his. He looked so beautiful with his hands splayed on the glass and his back arched. How was this my life? How did I get this lucky to have him?

The years of knowing him, of hating him while also desiring him, of wishing he’d get the fuck out of my head while also reveling in the fantasies I had of him writhing beneath me, it all brought me to this point. It was the slowest form of foreplay. Every time I fisted his shirt or put my face in his, it was my own way of bringing him close, of breathing him in without him realizing I was doing it. I wanted to drink this man in and swallow him whole.

My hips started moving, short thrusts at first before going all the way deep inside him with every forward movement, causing the breath to stutter out of him. This wouldn’t last, not with how I was feeling.

The highs and lows had gotten to me. I was so damn proud of the way Barrett handled things while being scared he was going to be shot right in front of me. There was never a doubt in my mind about how competent he was. I just wanted to protect him, shield him so he couldn’t be hurt. Barrett wouldn’t allow that though. As much as I wanted to make him listen to me, he was his own man, and I couldn’t force him to stay put. I wouldn’t.

How did he drive me as wild as he did? I’d never put much stock in soul mates. I didn’t have the proof to back up that they existed. Having Barrett like this, along with the soul-deep love I had for him, was all the evidence I needed that there was only one person for me, and I was currently fucking him hard.

“Yes,” he panted, his hands slipping a little on the glass.

“God, Bear, the way you take my cock,” I moaned.

He leaned to the left and brought his right hand down to his cock to start jerking it. I should have done it for him, but I was holding him up as much as I was keeping him where I wanted him.

Our skin slapped loudly in the quiet space, the city laid out in front of us. This was Jordan’s domain, but it was mine too. I fought by his side for years. I had a stake here. My apartment was proof of the level of trust he had in me. Now Barrett was going to work for him too. I’d have the love of my life in my bed every night, so I could bury myself in him whenever he desired.

My body was strung tight, Barrett’s hole clenching around me, drawing me closer to orgasm. “Fuck, so good.” I was doing my best to hold on as my skin prickled, my release imminent. “Get there. Fucking come.” I slammed my hips against him over and over until he shouted out his release. I was right behind him, pushing in faster, rougher, my body finally crashing over the edge as my orgasm raced through me.

I wanted to keep going, keep fucking him, mark him as mine. This beautiful man was meant for me. I’d never let him go.

My hips slowed as I came back down. Barrett was barely holding himself up. I wasn’t sure how much good I was doing when he started swaying.

Pulling slowly out from him, I leaned down and hooked my arm under his legs to put him in a bridal carry. His skin was sticky with sweat. His hand around my shoulders was covered in cum.

“Are you going to carry me over the threshold?”

“I’m going to carry you into the shower.”

He stuck his bottom lip out. “And here I was hoping for a proposal.”

My feet faltered as they caught on something invisible on the floor. I almost dropped Barrett but was able to right myself in time.

Laughing, he said, “I was joking. Kind of. It could be the orgasm talking. Let’s just say if one day you want to propose, I’ll most likely say yes.”

“Isn’t it too soon?” I frowned. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to marry him in the future. I did, but we’d only been doing this for a little while.

“Years, baby, we’ve known each other for years. That’s not rushing anything.” He had a point.

“I’ll think about it.”

He gently slapped my cheek then scrunched up his nose. “This is a bit gross.” He wiped his hand on me. Fuck’s sake. “How much do you love me?”

“With everything I have.”

Nodding, he seemed to contemplate it for a moment. “Then I’ll definitely say yes.”

“Okay, Bear, but I’m not asking now while your cum is on my cheek and mine’s dripping out of your ass.”

“You’re killing the romance, Reghan! Just fucking ruining it!”

It was my turn to laugh as I took him into the shower. God, it felt good to have him like this. I was lighter than I’d been in a long time and it was all because of the man I held in my arms.

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