“Take off the rest of it.” I nod to his pants. He smirks as he pulls off his clothes until we’re both naked. I stare at his cock. I knew he was big. I felt his cock pressed against me, but believing and seeing are too different things. He’s going to have to work to get himself inside me. It should scare me, but it doesn't. I only get more turned on, which makes me wiggle closer to him. I trust that Barrow will handle me with care, so I’m not worried in the least.

“It’s all yours. You do this to me.” His hand wraps around his cock, and he gives himself a few strokes. I watch as a small drop of cum starts to leak from him. I reach out to catch it by grazing my thumb against the head of his cock before bringing it to my mouth. He sucks in a breath.

“You’re trying to kill me.” He grabs for me. I wrap around him instantly. He steps into the shower with me in his arms. I wiggle against him, wanting him to put me down, but he doesn't. I nip his bottom lip. “I still owe you a spanking,” he reminds me.

“I want to explore you. It’s only fair.” Part of me wishes I could stay this way forever. Enjoying the feel of his skin against mine. Aurora is the closest person to me in the world, but this is a different kind of close I’m feeling with Barrow. I’m really starting to understand how Clover and Aurora fell in love so quickly. I don’t want to walk away from this, either. “Please.” I kiss his neck.

“You don’t have to beg, but it's hot as hell when you do it.” He slowly lets me down until my toes touch the ground. I grab the loofah and soap and start washing his body.

“You would have made a killing in Hollywood. Would have given Chris Evans a run for his money.”

“Why? You got a thing for him?”

I duck my head to hide my smile. I shouldn’t enjoy his jealous moments over me, but I do.

“I’ve met him, but he doesn’t hold a candle to you.” That’s the truth. Barrow has something about him that makes him different than every other man I’ve ever met. I’m not sure what it is really, but it’s there. I’ve felt it from the moment our eyes locked.

Then he started taking care of me, which only added to his appeal. I’m the one who usually does that. It’s not that Clover and Aurora wouldn't do anything under the moon they could if I asked, but Barrow did it as if it was second nature to him to take care of me. It’s something I’ve never had before. At least not on this level.

My fingers itch to touch him, so I ditch the loofah. I trail my finger down his stomach until I get to his cock. I wrap my hand around him, trying to mimic his movements from earlier when he’d stroked himself. He lets out a low groan that’s a mixture of both pain and pleasure as I move my hand faster. I’m getting more turned on by the second as I continue to watch his reaction.

“What would you say if I told you that this is the first cock I’ve ever touched?”

“Are you trying to make me come in your hand?”

“Maybe. I do want to see you come.” I lick my bottom lip. I want him to come in my mouth. If you would have told me a week ago I’d be having that thought about a man I would have laughed. “I want to make you come the same way you made me.” Before he can say anything or protest, I drop to my knees in front of him. “I’m a fast learner.”

“Fuck.” He reaches out to brace one arm on the shower wall. “I’m going to enjoy anything you do to me, beautiful.” I give him a few more strokes before I lick the head of his cock, getting one more taste of him before I suck the head into my mouth. The sound that comes from him makes the throb between my thighs turn almost painful. I slip my hand between my legs, my fingers going for my clit to help ease the ache.

“You’re so turned on by sucking my cock that you have to touch yourself?” He asks the question like that’s impossible.

I moan my answer, not wanting to let him go. “Fuck.” He groans and I know he’s fighting not to come. I might have never given a blowjob, but I’m not that green. I’ve read dirty books and seen things here and there.

I suck harder, hollowing out my cheeks. I want to taste all of him. I also want this to be the best blowjob of his life. This could be the one and only I ever give him. I want him to remember it. To remember me and ache for me the same way I know I’ll ache for him if I do choose to leave here.

“Beautiful.” He grits out. I know he’s trying to warn me that he’s going to come, but I keep going. I feel his cock touch the back of my throat moments before he fills my mouth with his release. I swallow every drop of it down as I start to come with him. The orgasm explodes through my body. His cock slips from my mouth, and without missing a beat, Barrow lifts me into his arms and kisses me.

I can’t walk away from this man. I’m in too deep. But he hasn't asked me to stay either. I think I’m holding out hope that he’s going to beg me to stay. What if this only turns out to be a fling for him, and I end up passing up an opportunity of lifetime? Normally I would lay all the cards out on the table. I would ask and want answers.

I’m afraid of those answers when it comes to him. So I keep on kissing him. I have right now, and right now his mouth is on mine, and I don’t want to think about anything else.

11

Barrow

“He’s a wild animal.” I glare at Leonard as Bells cuddles up next to him in our bed.

“He’s a sweetheart.” She scratches the top of his head as he stares at me with his smug feline eyes.

“He’s dangerous.”

“This little guy?” she asks in a baby talk voice that sends visions of actual babies dancing through my head. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to see her stomach round with my child while love shines in her eyes. My heart seems to thump twice as hard just thinking about it.

“What’s wrong?” She sits up, concern on her face.

“What?”

“You got this look on your face, and it seemed like your eyes were watering a little so I—”

“What? No.” I swipe at my eyes. “Of course not.”

“Okay?” She doesn’t sound convinced, but she lies back and takes one of Leonard’s massive murder mittens into her hands and inspects it. “You need your nails done, young man. These are a mess.” She presses on the pad of his paw, and his claws shoot out, sharper than any knife I’ve ever had. “Yes, you need a pawdicure,” she coos.

He starts purring, and it’s like the motor of a beat-up Chevy. I roll my eyes. I need this cat out of my bed and away from my woman.

“Leonard.” I step closer to the bed.

His purr turns into a low growl.

“Noooo.” She kisses his whiskers right beside his nose. “Barrow’s our friend, okay? No growling among friends.”

He stops growling and flops back on the bed, stretching out beside Bells and closing his eyes.

I scrub a hand down my face. “He needs to be outside. He’s wild. He could claw your face off at any minute.”

“No way.” She scratches his belly, and his hind leg kicks a little bit like a dog. “See? He’s fine.”

I sit on the bed beside her and cup her face in my hands. “If he hurts you, I’ll have to put him d—”