Harmony got the idea some subtle messaging had just gone on between Barrett and Flynn.
After Flynn and Amelia left, Barrett turned to her. "Finally, we're alone."
She walked into his arms and threaded her fingers into his hair. "And what do you want to do with this alone time?"
He wound his arms around her. "I'm taking you to the cottage, closing and locking the damn door and getting you naked. Then I'm going to lick you all over until you come."
She shivered at the mental images of his tongue on her. "And yet you're standing still. Get your ass moving, Barrett."
Twenty-Four
Barrett was always happy with meeting new people and spending time with his family. He'd had a great day playing tourist with Harmony and having dinner with Flynn and Amelia, but now he wanted to get Harmony alone.
He led her out back and to the cottage, and, true to his word, locked the door behind him. His message to Flynn about needing alone time with Harmony had hit the mark. Not that he needed to kick Flynn out of his own house. He just didn't want his brother to come knocking on the door of the cottage.
Flynn knew what was what. He wouldn't be coming around.
Now he could focus on the gorgeous woman in front of him.
Harmony turned around and backed her way into the bedroom, kicking off her sandals and shimmying out of her dress along the way.
Today she wore light purple satin underwear, and as he made his way toward her, she pulled down the comforter and climbed onto the bed, kneeled and spread her legs, sliding her hand into her panties.
His cock went hard in an instant. Hell, he'd been semi-hard all night just being around her. There was something about listening to her talk, hearing her laugh and being close enough to touch her that drew his balls up tight and made his dick hard.
And as he drew closer to the bed, her scent filled the air around them, a sweet, musky scent that made him want to put his tongue on her clit and make her come over and over again.
He pulled his shirt off, kicked off his shoes, then shrugged out of his pants and boxer briefs.
She smiled at him. "Never saw a man get naked that fast."
"I want your skin next to mine. Now let's get you naked."
He climbed onto the bed and slid his hands around her neck, tilting her head back. Her gaze met his.
"I've wanted to kiss you all night," he said.
He started the kiss, light and easy at first. When her tongue slipped out to rim against his lips, he caught her tongue, sucked it into his mouth and pressed his lips firmly against hers.
She grabbed hold of his cock, sliding her hand over the shaft, using her thumb to circle the crest and dragging her hand down to the base. Her soft hand on him made his cock tighten, made him want to thrust into her hand over and over until he released.
But he restrained himself, because he wanted to be inside of her. He broke the kiss and trailed his fingers over her neck and collarbone, then teased the swells of her breasts, watching them rise and fall with her deep breaths. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra, pulling the straps down her arms. After freeing her breasts, he cupped them in his hands, using his thumbs to swirl over her nipples, watching them tighten to sharp points.
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 fo
cusing 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."