Page 10 of In The Game

“Yours?” My voice is shaky. I swallow and shut my eyes.

“Yeah, you taste exactly—” His tongue flattens against me and he licks again. “Like mine.”

The foundation I’ve built around myself cracks, and an abundance of raw emotion rises to the surface.Where is all this coming from?I hadn’t realized there was so much built up inside me until it started spilling out, and I can’t patch up the holes fast enough. My brain screams at me to shut him out.

This is too close. Way too fucking close to what I can handle. It’s too powerful. Too…everything.I fuck men to get a watered-down version of these feelings, not the real thing. It’s not supposed to be like this. My heart is searching for something to attach to, but I won’t let it.

This close connection you feel, he doesn’t feel it. Bury that shit and fuck him like a bunny. Play your part and then get the hell out of here.

I try to dissociate from the swell of emotions crashing inside me, but I can’t. When his mouth moves against me, it’s sweet relief being blinded by pleasure. He sucks on my clit and pulls me deeper until I’m riding his face and gripping his hair. Barrett growls as he ravishes me.Like a bear.His trimmed beard scratches my thighs in the best way. When his fingers plunge inside me, waves of pleasure roll through my body.

“I won’t stop until I wring every drop from you.”

“Make me come.” I don’t recognize my own voice.

His hand moves faster as he adds another finger. I’m losing what little control I have.

“Let go, love. I got you.” His voice is so deep, and he says it so tenderly.

Tears prick at my eyes when I come on his tongue. I hate it. Each tear multiplies as he watches me come undone. When his gaze drops, I swipe at my eyes and clear my throat. “Condom?”

His hooded eyes narrow at me. “You okay?”

“More than okay, just in a hurry to get you inside me.” I say it as unaffected as I can.Thank god it’s dark in here.

He stretches his arm across the bed and reaches into a side drawer. He feels around, and I worry he doesn’t have one. Or maybe it’d be better if it all ended now. When I hear the wrinkle of foil, I exhale.

“Last one,” he says, shaking the packet.

See, Raleigh? You’ve been picked last in a long line of other women. And tomorrow he’ll go out and buy a new box so he can fuck the next twenty-four. Don’t get attached to something that isn’t real.

When he climbs above me, he hands over the condom to roll on. I grasp him and he groans. I want to pull all the primal noises from his lips—make all of them mine. I want to be the only one to get him like this. I wish I could keep him. He’s thick, rigid, and heavy. After rolling the condom down his length, I relax back into his downy comforter.

He roams his huge palms up my thighs, over my stomach and unclasps the lace covering my breasts. His hands box me in, and he sucks on my left nipple, then the right. I fist the cotton sheets beneath me; they’re like lounging on a cloud.

“Fuck me, Barrett.” My voice sounds hollow.

He reaches across the bed a second time and turns on the lamp.No, no, no.

“What are you doing?”

He sits back on his heels. “I want to see your face.”

“Why?”

Sliding his cock over my clit, he spreads around my wetness. When he pushes inside, my mouth drops open.Oh, god.He’s heaven on earth.

“That’swhy,” he grunts. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

I close my eyes. Heartbreak territory.Just fuck him, pretend he’s Manzino.

That’s pointless. Manzino never felt like this.

His gaze is fixed on mine, and even when I close my eyes, I can feel it. A warm hand caresses my cheek, and I resist turning into it. “Raleigh, look at me.”

My eyes open and I swallow. I bite my lip until I taste copper.I won’t cry.

He thrusts inside me. “You feel that?”

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