Chapter 17
Chapter seventeen
Camryn
“I’m going to go outside for a smoke,” Jimmy says to me as I’m popping the caps off a few beers.
“No problem.”
I carry the beers to the one table I have in here. It’s getting late, and most of my customers are blue-collar guys who generally get up before the sun.
Honestly, I’m glad for the slow night. After the talk Barrett and I had and finding that flash drive last week, my mind has been a mess.
I’m glad I finally voiced my apprehension about us being together.
Getting wrapped up in him was so easy, but sometimes that little voice in my brain that told me I stole Samantha’s man was a real bitch.
I was afraid to talk to him about it and burst this bubble of happiness we’ve been living in.
But there are times when I need to talk about my sister, remember her, and be sad she’s gone.
Knowing I can go to him relieves a weight I didn’t realize I was carrying.
“You live around here?” one of the guys at the table asks before I walk away.
“Yeah, just moved here,” I reply.
“From New York?” one of the other guys asks.
My eyes narrow at the three men. “How did you know that?”
“Your accent.”
I never really thought I had an accent. Certainly not one thick enough for people to be able to tell where I lived for the last decade and some change.
“But you weren’t from there originally? I hear something else mixed in,” the same guy who mentioned my New York accent says.
“Nope. Moved there for college.”
“From Connecticut?” he asks.
What the hell?
“Don’t mind him. He has a thing for different accents and dialects,” the first guy says. “We hear Shine is a safe little town, that the local MC keeps things on lockdown around here. That must make you feel safe about living in a new town.”
“Sure…I guess. They’re good guys. This is their bar you’re drinking in,” I say.
The man looks around while nodding his head. “Nice place. I like this little town you have here.”
“I take it you guys don’t live around here?” I ask.
“Nope,” the second guy answers.
These guys seem friendly enough, though recognizing my accent from a place I haven’t lived in years is quite the party trick. Nothing stands out as them being weirdos or anything, but there’s a little tickle in the back of my brain, nonetheless.
“Well, enjoy your stay. You should check out Betsy’s. It’s a little coffee shop on Main. She makes the best breakfast sandwiches and coffee in town.”
All the guys have affable smiles as they sit relaxed in their seats. I decide I’m probably just being paranoid after today. These guys don’t exactly scream dangerous, and it’s not like anyone would know about the flash drive or that I have it.
“Thanks for the recommendation. We’ll definitely check it out.”
My phone vibrates in my back pocket, and when I head back behind the bar, I see a text from Barrett.
Barrett: When are you coming home?
Me: Same time I always do.
My schedule is nothing new.
Barrett: I miss you.
The smile on my face can’t be contained. I probably look like a loon staring at my phone with a goofy grin, but I can’t find it in me to care.
Me: You or your dick miss me?
This man is absolutely insatiable. But the crazy part about it is, for the first time in my life, so am I.
Barrett: Now you’ve done it. You mentioned him and now he’s awake and wants to say hello.
Me: He’ll have to wait. I’ll be home soon to give him a proper greeting.
Barrett: You’re fucking killing me, baby. Drive safe.
I’m imagining the growl he probably let out when he typed that, just as one of the guys from the table walks up to the bar.
“We’re ready to pay our tab,” he says with a smile.
“Sounds good.” It’s my last table, and I plan on getting out of here as fast as possible tonight so I can go home and make good on my promise.
The guys leave a few minutes later, and Jimmy helps me close the bar. Five minutes after I turn the sign to closed, I’m ready to head out.
When I walk up the front stairs of our house, Barrett swings the door open and grabs me around the waist, hauling me inside the house before he shuts the door behind us and presses me against the wood. He takes my mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue instantly twisting with mine.
“Fuck, you’re a sight for sore eyes,” he says as his lips travel down the column of my neck, eliciting tiny pulses at my center.
“You just saw me a few hours ago,” I say on an exhale.
“I can’t help it. I’m a needy bastard when it comes to you.” He runs his tongue back up my neck. “Fuck, you taste good. Why do you always taste so fucking delicious?” He mumbles the question more to himself than to me, so I don’t answer him.
“Is that why you can’t seem to keep your mouth off me?” I whisper.
Barrett kisses me again and presses against me even harder. I let out a quiet moan, mindful of the fact that Syd is sleeping down the hallway.
When he pulls back, Barrett has a self-satisfied grin on his face. “That’s why my mouth is always on you. Love those little noises you make.”
And I’m about to melt into a puddle in front of the doorway.
Barrett lowers his hands to the backs of my thighs and lifts me from the ground.
When my legs wrap around his waist, he carries me to our bedroom.
A soft glow is coming from the lamp next to his bed, and he sets me on my feet before stripping me out of my jacket, then my shirt.
His gaze is laser-focused on my breasts encased in a satin bra before he deftly unclasps it with one hand.
The straps fall from my arms onto the floor in front of me, and his mouth is attached to my nipple in the next breath.
I hiss and fist his hair as he sucks and bites, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak.
“So fucking responsive,” he whispers against my skin before moving to the other breast and repeating the delicious torture.
He stands tall before his hands travel to the waist of my jeans, unbuttoning them and peeling them down my legs.
Barrett kneels in front of me, still fully clothed, and removes my boots before taking my pants the rest of the way off. When he looks up at me, his heated gaze locks with mine as he runs his tongue up the length of my thigh to my center, taking a long, slow lick through my core.
“God, your tongue is magic,” I breathe out.
His chuckle vibrates over my clit, and my legs turn to jelly.
When I wobble, Barrett stands and presses me back onto the bed, then spreads my knees wide, pulling me to the edge of the mattress.
He kneels before me, his tongue swiping over me again and again.
Splaying one hand over my stomach to keep me from moving, he slides two fingers into my wetness then attacks my clit without mercy.
“Holy shit,” I moan through clenched teeth as my back arches.
His tongue and fingers never let up. Barrett is singularly focused on one thing, and one thing only, and that’s making me come in his mouth as fast as possible.
Which, to no one’s surprise, doesn’t take long.
When he sucks my swollen bud into his mouth, I see fucking stars.
My eyes squeeze shut, and my hands fist the sheets on either side of my hips as pulse after pulse rocks through my body.
Barrett is moaning into me as I flood his mouth with my orgasm, as though he’s tasting the most delicious meal of his life.
He lifts his head from my center and pulls his fingers out of me before leaning over and placing a kiss directly on my clit. He looks at me again, then brings his shiny fingers to his mouth and licks them clean.
“Fuck, I needed that,” he says before standing to his full height and pulling his shirt off his head.
“You needed that? I think I got the better end of that one,” I say with a quiet chuckle.
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” he says as he unbuttons his pants and steps out of the denim, stroking his thick cock.
“There’s nothing more delicious than your come in my mouth.
I’ve been fucking craving it all day.” He steps toward the head of his bed and grabs the pillow, setting it just above my head.
“Now turn over and put your hips in the air. I want to watch your ass while I fuck you.”
Breath wooshes from my lungs. I’ve never had someone talk to me like this during sex, but good God, I’m addicted to it now.
I flip onto my stomach and lift my hips before grabbing the pillow and placing it under my head.
Barrett’s hands stroke up my thighs and over my ass. “God, I love this ass,” he says, then leans over and bites the flesh.
A surprised squeal rushes out of me.
“Head in the pillow, Camryn. You have to be quiet.”
Keeping quiet when he does all of these deliciously sinful things to my body has been a challenge, to say the least. I swear we’re going to have to replace all the pillows on our bed from the amount of times I’ve had to bite down on one when Barrett makes me see fucking stars.
The head of his cock glides over my clit before he pulls back and sinks deep inside me. I turn my face into the pillow and let out a long moan as he pumps into me from behind. Barrett’s fingers dig into my flesh as he moves. His breathing is ragged as he whispers words of praise.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he breathes out. “I love watching you take my cock like this. You’re fucking dripping, baby.” Over and over, the words fall from his lips, punctuated by the pounding of his cock inside me.
Barrett leans over me and reaches around, furiously rubbing my clit. “Get there, baby. I’m so fucking close, you’re squeezing me so goddamned tight.”
The orgasm starts from deep within me as Barrett moans softly in my ear, never slowing his thrusts. Moments later, I’m thrown over the edge, biting the pillow as a long moan erupts from my throat.
“That’s it,” he hisses in my ear. “That’s it, baby. Oh fuck.” Barrett plunges deep and stills, his cock twitching as he empties himself inside.