Unexpected Rush (Play-By-Play #11)

by Jaci Burton

  She moaned in response, so he gave her more, this time with his mouth, circling one bud with his lips, flicking his tongue over it before covering it with his mouth and sucking.

  “Barrett,” Harmony said.

  He liked hearing her say his name, especially when he had his mouth around one of her nipples. Her voice had lowered to almost a whisper, and she arched against his mouth, feeding him more of her soft flesh. He was more than happy to make her moan out his name. He intended to hear it more than once tonight.

  So while he sucked back and forth on both her nipples, he slid his hand inside her panties and cupped her sex.

  She whimpered when he slid his fingers inside of her, using the heel of his hand to rock against her clit. Her pussy tightened around his fingers, gripping him as he stroked her in soft, rhythmic movements.

  “Yes. Oh, yes just like that. Make me come, Barrett. Make me come hard.”

  He lifted his mouth from her breasts, needing to see her face when she let go. “Tell me how it feels, Harmony. Tell me what you need.”

  She reached down to grip his wrist. “I need your fingers fucking me, in and out. Faster now, and rub my clit harder.”

  He loved a woman who could give direction, who knew exactly where and how she wanted it. He was happy to give it to her. It made his dick throb to watch the way she licked her lips, the way she was in tune to her own body’s needs and went after it.

  “That’s it, babe,” he said, feeling the way her body responded with moisture, the way she shook all over as she fought for her orgasm. “You gonna come on my hand?”

  “Yes, yes. All over it.”

  He gave her everything she asked for, soaking in every whimper, every moan, and when she came, she tilted her head back and cried out, thrusting her pussy against his hand and taking his mouth in a fierce kiss that made him desperate to fuck her and fuck her hard. Her pussy gripped his fingers in an undulating vise of quivering waves until she finally settled.

  But he wasn’t nearly finished with her yet. He pushed her down onto the mattress, removed her panties, and grabbed a condom. He put it on and spread her legs, then drove inside of her while she was still quaking from her orgasm.

  She met him with a thrust of her hips, wrapping her legs around him and raking her nails down his arms.

  “That’s it, Barrett,” she said, rising to meet his movements. “Make me come like that again.”

  He reached under her to grab her butt and tilt her pelvis up so he could drive deeper into her. Touching her and having his fingers inside her only made him more eager to feel her pussy surrounding him, tightening around him as he powered into her, each time needing to be deeper, harder, until his balls filled with come and he couldn’t hold back.

  But he did, because he wanted her to come again.

  He ground against her, giving her friction against her clit. In return, she gave him a low moan.

  “I like that,” she said. “Give me more.”

  He kept up the movement, and when her eyes widened and she tightened around his cock, he knew he had her.

  “Oh. I’m coming, Barrett. Fuck me hard, I’m coming.”

  He was already spurting as he powered into her—her hot, dirty words the catalyst that sent him reeling. He groaned against her neck as he gathered her close and emptied into her, his body shaking with his release.

  Spent, he rolled off to the side, got up to dispose of the condom, then went into the other room to grab drinks for them from the mini fridge. Harmony was propped up on the bed, looking like a dark angel, her black hair spread against the white pillows.

  “You are a damn sexy naked woman, Harmony,” he said, as he handed her the bottle of sparkling water.

  She took a sip, then set it down on the coaster on the table next to the bed and cuddled up next to him. “I think you bring out the wild thing in me.”

  He put his water on the table as well, then pulled her on top of him, smoothing his hands over her naked backside. “No. The wild thing in you already existed.”

  She rubbed her breasts against his chest. “Then let’s get wild.”

  There was something about her that made him want to be inside of her, to drive deep and hard until the need in him was satisfied. He shifted, sliding off the mattress, pulling Harmony to the edge of the bed.

  “Roll over onto your belly.”

  With a wickedly sexy smile, she flipped over, grabbing a pillow to shove under her stomach. It lifted her ass in the air, and God, he loved her ass. He could stand here and stare at her smooth, sweet butt for hours, run his hands over her ample curves, maybe smack it a little.

  He gave her a light tap. She wriggled and moaned, but not in complaint.

  “Make you wet?” he asked.

  “Put your cock inside of me and find out.”

  He slid on a condom, parted her legs and eased inside of her, grabbing her hips to hold on as he began to pump, giving it to her gently at first. He reached around in front of her to give her clit some action.

  “Barrett. Yes. Touch me there.”

  She was wet, her body hot as he drove into her and rubbed her clit with slow, precise movements.

  She moaned, thrusting her pussy against his hand. “Faster. Faster, so I come.”

  He parted the hair at the back of her neck and kissed her there. “You keep talking to me like that you’re gonna make me come.”

  “That’s what I want. I want you fucking me hard and making me come, then I want you to come inside me.”

  He shuddered, giving her neck a light bite.

  “Oh, God,” she said, shuddering as her pussy tightened around his cock. “I’m coming, Barrett.”

  She sure as hell was. He pulled back and powered into her, driving as hard as he could. He couldn’t hold back his own orgasm, and lifted up, gripping her hips and thrusting, then burying himself deep as he climaxed.

  He swept his hands over her ass as he came down from that incredible high. Harmony turned her head to smile at him. He gave her a playful slap on the butt, then disengaged, disposed of the condom, and grabbed his bottle of water from the nightstand before climbing into bed next to her.

  Harmony slid her toes up and down along his lower leg. “I was thinking for round three we might want to try out that oh-so-comfortable sofa in the living room.”

  He took a couple of long swallows of water, then turned to face her. “No, what you’re trying out is my stamina.”

  “Oh, please. You can handle four quarters of football. I’m five foot four, Barrett. I think you can handle me.”

  He put the cap on the bottled water, scooped his hands under her butt and lifted her off the bed. “I’ll handle you all right, woman. I’ll make you come until you pass out.”

  She laughed all the way into the living room.

  Twenty-Five

  If there was one thing Barrett knew how to do, it was win. Though he wasn’t sure who actually won last night, since he and Harmony had both come over and over again.

  So maybe it was a win for both of them.

  Right now, Harmony was facedown on the bed sound asleep, her mouth slightly open, her hair spread all over her pillow. She looked like she’d been well and thoroughly fucked.

  Hell, just looking at her like that made his dick hard again.

  But he intended to let her sleep. They’d been up until almost one a.m. last night and it was barely past six a.m. He figured he’d have plenty of time to get a gym workout in with Flynn and still get back before Harmony woke up.

  He dressed in his workout clothes and put on his tennis shoes. He had downed a full bottle of water to hydrate, but what he really needed was caffeine.

  He headed over to the main house.

  He knew Flynn would be up, and he was, drinking a cup of coffee.

  “Sleeping in this morning?” Flynn asked, grabbing a cup and shoving it under the brewer.

  “Yeah, right.” The smell of coffee was almost enough to wake him up. Almost, but not quite. When Flynn handed him
the cup, he grabbed it and inhaled a deep breath of the awesome aroma before he took his first sip.

  Yeah, that’s what he needed.

  “Ready for a workout?” Flynn asked.

  Barrett held up his hand. He just needed this one cup. “In a minute.”

  Flynn was already geared up and stretching. “Sure. Let me waste my time while your wussy ass sips your cup o’ tea.”

  Unconcerned, Barrett continued to drink his coffee. He sipped it slowly.

  Flynn sighed. Loudly.

  Finally, Flynn said, “Time’s ticking, asshole.”

  “Fuck off. I might have a second cup.”

  “Yeah, you do that. And I’m leaving you.”

  Barrett laughed and put his cup in the sink. “I’m ready. Jesus, you’re grouchy. When was the last time you got laid?”

  “Too long. And don’t remind me.”

  They headed to the gym, which fortunately had an outside track. After warming up with a fast walk, they took off on a run.

  This was when Barrett really missed his brothers. No one motivated him to be better, run faster and push harder than one of his brothers. They were nothing if not competitive with each other, especially Flynn and him because they were both defensive players.

  If Flynn started dragging, Barrett would kick up his pace, making Flynn keep up. The same would happen if Barrett found himself slowing. Because there was no way in hell either one of them would lag behind.

  As a result, their three-mile run was done in damn good time. They slowed to a cooldown mile to catch their breath, then headed into the gym.

  They warmed up with light weights, then went to the heavier ones, spotting each other. Within an hour, Barrett was soaked in sweat and his arms and legs felt like overcooked spaghetti.

  He’d already drunk a gallon of water and still felt drained, so he went to the beverage bar and grabbed an electrolyte drink.

  “Wimping out on me?” Flynn asked, ordering the same thing for himself.

  “Yup. You go ahead and do several more sets, though. I’ll spot you.”

  “Nah, that’s okay. I’ll quit now so you don’t feel like a big baby.”

  “Sure. Thanks.” Barrett knew damn well Flynn was as wrung out as he was but would never admit it. As the oldest Cassidy brother, Flynn would be the last one to admit defeat. He always saw himself as the leader of the pack of brothers, which was bullshit. They were all strong, but if Flynn needed to feel that way, Barrett would never let on that he knew Flynn was just as tired as Barrett was.

  Flynn drove them back to the house.

  “Hungry?” Flynn asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “You gonna wake Harmony?”

  “I’ll wake her when breakfast is ready. We were up kind of late.”

  “Doin’ what? Watching old movies on TV?”

  Barrett grinned. “Something like that.”

  They got out pans along with bread, potatoes, eggs and bacon and started working side by side.

  “So what happened with Tess?” Barrett asked as he started peeling potatoes.

  Flynn took the potatoes after Barrett peeled them and sliced them into small chunks, then heated the pan to fry them.

  “Not sure exactly. Things were going great for a while. We saw each other a lot. She loved football and came to the games. Then all of a sudden, it became a lot more about having her picture taken whenever she was with me. And she was more interested in the limelight and being at the clubs and the VIP spots, and less about doing things with me that didn’t involve spotlight stuff, ya know?”

  Barrett grimaced. He knew the type. “Yeah, I know.”

  “So I thought, okay, let’s try hanging out alone more often. She was disappointed. I told her being in the spotlight wasn’t my thing, and if that’s what she was interested in, it wasn’t what I was about. Suddenly she stopped being available. Her replies to my texts became more infrequent. I asked her what was wrong and she told me nothing, but you know when something’s up.”

  “Yeah.”

  “And then I saw a picture of her on social media with some basketball player.”

  “Sports groupie, for sure. I’m sorry, Flynn.”

  Flynn shrugged. “Not the first time it’s happened.”

  “Yeah, it happened to me before, too, but it sure as hell sucks.”

  “It does. I liked her. I thought she was genuine. I guess I was wrong.”

  Flynn turned the sizzling potatoes over, then added chopped onions to the skillet.

  “Smells good already.”

  Flynn smiled. “We haven’t even started yet.”

  Once the potatoes were done, Flynn poured the potatoes onto a plate and covered them, then got out the package of bacon and put the strips in the already hot pan while Barrett opened the carton of eggs and took a pan out to cook them.

  “So what now?” Barrett asked.

  “What about now?”

  “Anything on the woman front?”

  Flynn let out a snort. “Hell no. I’ve got the restaurant and training camp coming up, and that’s all I’m focusing on. I think I’ve had enough of women and relationships for a while.”

  “Can’t say I blame you for that.”

  But Barrett felt bad. Even though Barrett gave his brother a hard time, Flynn was a good guy. He knew his brother was ready to settle down. But man, Flynn was having a hard time finding the right woman.

  Barrett knew she was out there somewhere.

  Flynn flipped the bacon over while Barrett poured the eggs into the pan, then tossed the bread into the toaster. “How did things go with Amelia last night?”

  “I offered her the job.”

  Barrett grinned. “Awesome. Did she accept?”

  “She said she’d get back to me.”

  Barrett laughed. “Keeping you on the line about that, is she?”

  “I guess.”

  “Maybe she doesn’t like you.”

  Flynn pinned him with a glare. “How the hell could she not like me? I’m fucking amazing.”

  Barrett snorted. “Sure you are.”

  The back door opened and Harmony walked in. She wore a tight-fitting T-shirt and those pants that only went past her knees, but hugged her body, showing off her curves.

  Since his brother was in the room, Barrett would try not to notice how hot she looked.

  “You didn’t wake me.”

  “I was up early. Flynn and I went to the gym.”

  She went to grab a cup to make coffee. “And now you’re fixing breakfast? I don’t know how some women haven’t swept in and married the hell out of both of you.”

  Flynn grinned, then set the cooked bacon onto a plate. “I don’t know, either, considering how amazing we are. Well, I’m amazing. Barrett’s still a work in progress.”

  “Kiss my ass, Flynn,” Barrett said.

  Harmony laughed, then fixed herself a cup of coffee. “Anything I can do to help?”

  “Nope,” Flynn said. “Take a seat.”

  “I’ll do that.”

  Flynn went to the refrigerator and grabbed cantaloupe, strawberries, honeydew melon and a pineapple, then started slicing them up while Barrett finished the toast.

  “Grab some fresh oranges out of the fridge,” Flynn said to Barrett. “The juicer is in that cabinet.”

  Barrett arched a brow. “Going all out, are we?”

  “We are.”

  Shaking his head, Barrett grabbed the juicer from the bottom cabinet, plugged it in, got the oranges out and sliced them in half, then juiced them.

  Harmony had washed her hands and sliced oranges, handing them to him to move the process along.

  “This is some fancy machine, Flynn,” Harmony said. “Most of us just buy orange juice in the container.”

  “It’s better fresh.”

  Harmony lifted her gaze to Barrett, who shook his head. “He’s all healthy and shit. What can you do?”

  Harmony laughed and took the pitcher of fresh juice to the table, then got out pl
ates and utensils.

  Flynn brought the plate of bacon to the table. “I’m not all that healthy. We’re having bacon and fried potatoes with breakfast.”

  “But the fresh fruit and juice counteract the effects,” Barrett said.

  “Oh, they do, do they?” Harmony asked.

  “Yeah. I read it somewhere. Plus, we burned off about two thousand calories already this morning.”

  “You’d like to think that,” Flynn said, taking a seat at the table.

  They dug in and ate. When Barrett took a drink of the juice, he had to admit it was damn good. “Okay, Flynn, you win. The fresh juice is better.”

  “I can’t believe you admitted that.”

  “Hey, I’m evolving.”

  “Barrett’s right,” Harmony said. “The fresh juice is incredible. You should put a juice bar in your restaurant.”

  “I don’t know about a juice bar, since we won’t be open for breakfast, at least not initially. But my plan is to use only fresh, organically grown and locally sourced ingredients. So we’ll see how it goes.”

  “I can’t wait to see the menu,” Harmony said. “Or at least look it up online.”

  “I told you that you’ll have to come back for the grand opening and taste everything.”

  “Sure. Or, we’ll see how it goes, I guess.”

  Flynn looked from her to Barrett. “You mean providing my brother doesn’t fuck up things between the two of you?”

  “Hey,” Barrett said. “And mind your own business.”

  “Whatever. So are you heading to the ranch this weekend?” Flynn asked.

  “Yeah.”

  Harmony swallowed, then turned to Barrett. “What’s going on at your parents’ place?”

  “Our parents have invested in a new blues club that’s having their opening weekend in Austin. So we’re all flying in to hang out with the parents and go to the club. Tucker’s off because it’s the midseason break, so even he’ll be around.”

  She smiled at him. “That sounds fun.”

  “You should bring Harmony,” Flynn said. “Hell, you should bring her entire family, Barrett. They’ve come to the ranch before, haven’t you?”

  She shook her head. “My mom and my brother have been there, but I was on a college trip the last time they came out, so I missed it.”