36. Reghan
36
REGHAN
My body practically vibrated with need by the time we were in the elevator going up to my floor. Barrett was by my side. Several others were with us too, but I barely registered them. All that mattered was getting Barrett into my home and in my bed.
I heard my brother laugh as I practically bolted from the elevator when we reached the floor. He stepped off with us. “Have fun.”
My apartment door opened, and Marshall stepped out, placing a bag on the floor. How did I forget he was staying with me? His gaze bounced from Barrett to Raiden to me, then back to his brother. “And?”
“It’s done,” Barrett said. “We don’t have to worry about him again.”
Marshall burst forward and threw his arms around his brother’s neck. Barrett held him as Marshall let out a quiet sob. “Thank you,” he whispered. His eyes met mine. I gave him a nod. “Okay, that’s enough of that.” He leaned away from Barrett, swiping away the tears. “You two need to spend time together. I already packed a bag. I’m sure I can find somewhere else to sleep.”
“You don’t have to go far,” Raiden said. “Let’s go.”
“I still have my headphones.” Marshall winked before disappearing into Raiden’s apartment.
Before Barrett could turn to face me, I stepped close and put my arm around his waist, dragging his back to my chest so I could nip at his ear. “It’s just us now, Bear.”
He rubbed his ass against my cock, which was working its way to hard. “What’s taking you so long?”
I growled and took him with me to my door. Barrett and I started shedding clothes right there in the kitchen. I didn’t give a fuck. Marshall wouldn’t return until we gave him the all-clear.
“So, this is the view, huh?” Barrett asked. He walked his bare ass to the large sliding door and looked out over the city.
No one could see us due to the glass being tinted. That and most likely bulletproof. I knew Jordan’s were but didn’t think to ask about this place. Knowing him, they were put in when he had this set up. I still didn’t know how he pulled it off with Raiden and me not realizing he was remodeling. Whatever. It didn’t matter.
I followed Barrett, my cock leading the way. The moment I was behind him; I reached down to put it under his ass, then placed my hands on his hips. Just a little bit of friction to take the edge off. That was all I needed for the moment.
The things I wanted to do to Barrett. I had so many plans, so many ways I wanted to take him. It was more than that though. There was a future ahead for us. He was no longer working as a detective. There was nothing holding him back from fully being with me.
I nipped along his neck, tasting the salt on his skin. I didn’t fare too well when he was inside the police station. I wanted to be in there with him, but it wouldn’t go well if I was.
“Are you sure you want to live with me?” I asked.
“Are you sure you want me to live here?”
“You’re all I want, Bear, but I don’t want you to have to give everything up for me.”
He turned in my arms slowly so my cock slid away from him, only to be nestled against his warmth again. “What am I giving up exactly? A job I didn’t like? An apartment that wasn’t the safest? All the time I missed out on by not spending it with you? No, I’m not giving anything up, but I’m gaining everything. A place that will feel like a home because you’re here and my brother is too. Security where I don’t have to worry about someone breaking in. Better financial stability by working for Jordan, although what I’ll do is yet to be determined. Most importantly, I get you, baby.” His hand lifted to brush along my jaw. “I get to spend my time with you. There’s nothing else I need that I don’t already have.”
“I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you too. Just don’t go breaking up with me because I’d really hate for Jordan to have to find me another place to live in here. Plus, having to see my ex-boyfriend day in and out…” He rolled his eyes. “That’s far from ideal. What if I want to date someone else? Awkward.”
I growled and pulled him to me so there was zero space separating us. “Keep talking about dating other people, and I’ll edge you all night without letting you come.”
“Well, that would be mean.” This was my Barrett. My smart-ass, pain in the ass, had the most beautiful ass Barrett, who I loved beyond reason.
“Are you done running your mouth?”
“Possibly.”
“Good. How about I fuck you against this glass then?”
“I’m not sure why you aren’t already.”
I slapped the side of his ass playfully. “Don’t move.”
Leaving his side, I went into the bedroom to grab the lube. When I returned, Barrett looked at the city again, his hands braced on the glass and his ass out in offering. “I figured I’d save time and get into position for you.” He gave his ass a little shake.
Flipping open the cap on the lube, I put it on my fingers and rubbed them together to warm it up as I walked closer. The light from the kitchen bathed his ass in just enough light, while playing off his spine and backs of his legs. The rest of him was a mix of shadows.
I used one hand to spread his cheeks open and used the other to circle my slick finger around his hole before pushing in deep. Barrett moaned, dropping his head down.
“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.