My Heart For Yours (Sinful Secrets 2)

We find ourselves in the classic “69” pose. Barrett tortures me with his soft, hot mouth and wicked fingers. In return, I take him deep into my throat and tease his balls until he’s blowing hot breaths on my swollen pussy; he’s got a finger hooked inside me, but his tongue can barely move. For my part, I’m shaking, collapsed on his face because my legs can’t hold me. As his breaths pick

up, I start to throb harder.

Our groans mingle in the soft, still air until my body draws up and I start to spasm hard around his fingers. At that moment, his cock throbs.

“Ahh…”

I love the way his hips shake and his hands squeeze my thighs. I suck until he’s finished and let him rest inside my mouth for a moment before I draw off. I love the dazed look on his face as I look over my shoulder.

“Lie beside me.” He holds his arm out, and I snuggle in.

* * *

Barrett and I get dressed and start on eggplant parmesan. We fill the kitchen with our smiles and laughter, and then Cleo and Kellan show up, and they help us. Someone opens two bottles of pinot noir, and we wind up eating around the counter. Finally I shoo them to the table, where we talk until we’re all old friends, and then we move into the den and play Cards Against Humanity. Somehow it’s midnight; Cleo and I are braiding Barrett’s hair, and Kellan, in my armchair, looks half asleep. After Barrett extricates himself from us, I show Cleo my scar, and she “ohhh”s, and Barrett says he’ll go next door to get the place ready for them to spend the night.

“You don’t need to,” Cleo tries to tell him, but he waves her off. “No prob,” he murmurs, and I watch him get his jacket on and slip into his boots. He looks kind of drunk, and very handsome.

“Be back in a few,” he says, and with one final glance at Kellan, zonked out in the chair, and one soft-eyed look at me, he goes.

I get my fleece blanket and lay it over Kellan’s long body. Cleo steps over to the chair and drapes herself along its puffy arm, curling herself around Kellan’s upper body without actually touching him.

“You guys are so phenomenal together.”

She smiles, and I look at Kellan, then back to her. “Is he going to be okay?” I ask softly. I only ask because I’ve been drinking. Maybe that’s why she answers.

“Yeah. I mean, I hope.” Her eyes gleam, and she touches her forehead to his shoulder. “I love him. He’s mine…and I could never…” She lifts her head off him and shakes it once. She inhales deeply, and I step over and hug her. It’s a drunk sort of hug: an awkward head pat. But I mean it.

“I’m so sorry. Not because I don’t think he’ll be okay, you know? Just…I know it sucks to worry.”

“Do you?” She looks over her shoulder at me. “Like—with Barrett?”

I think of mentioning the nightmares, but it feels like a betrayal of his privacy, so I only nod.

“I know he had a rough time after he got back.”

I nod, although what I really want is to pounce on her and make her tell me everything she knows about him.

“Preaching to the choir,” she says.

“Well, kind of, but there’s always more. I missed almost all of— everything with him so far. I want to know everything abut him.”

“Do you love him?”

I blink. My face feels hot. My stomach twists. “We just met.” The words are raspy, like my heart knows they are false.

She laughs. “If that matters, it’s news to me. Girl…” She grins. “I can tell. I’m happy for him. You too! When we met him at the airport…” She shakes her head and sighs. “I don’t know who was worse, him or Kellan. He was…so sad.” She shakes her head again, her eyes filling with tears. She laughs and wipes under her eyes. “I’m a weepy drunk. But really, everything about him was like…so sad. He looked so tired. You just wanted to hug him, you know?” She giggles. “You do. Anyway, they had him on a thousand types of medicine and he looked like a zombie.” My heart clenches, but she doesn’t seem to notice. “He was like…” She bites her lip, as if she’s thinking hard. “His eyes were kind of flat… You know that look?”

I nod, trying as hard as I can to keep a poker face, so she’ll tell me more.

“Anyway, I just worried about him. It was Kell who noticed all the meds and he got off them. I wanted Barrett to come back home with us, but he ended up in Breckenridge.”

“Barrett?”

She nods. “He spent the summer up there somewhere in the mountains, in this cabin.”

“In Breckenridge?” My throat tightens.

“Mmm-hmm. Some isolated cabin. I might be wrong about that part. Maybe it wasn’t isolated, I just see it as it was.” She shrugs, her eyelids drooping. “We were worried, though.” She yawns. “He just had that kind of look.” Another comical yawn, during which a strand of dark hair falls into her face. Cleo pushes it away. “A look like he needed some hugs.” She sighs dramatically. “I tried to give him some.”