“Because my stepdad is a dick, and I didn’t want you to hear us arguing,” Barrick’s deep voice answered for him, making me snap my head up as he entered the kitchen. He’d thrown on a T-shirt to go with his sweat pants and pulled his hair back into a ponytail. My mouth dried up just looking at him.
Walking over to me, he touched his lips to the center of my forehead. I twisted my hands in his T-shirt, holding on for dear life. There was something powerful in his forehead kisses that made me weak in the knees and stole my breath. “I just wanted you out of the line of fire.”
Sighing, I leaned into him, letting the rest of my hurt fade when he pushed my hair off my shoulder and kissed my neck. “All that stuff you were saying earlier? That wasn’t just…?”
“I meant it,” he vowed at my ear. “Every word.”
Realizing I’d jumped to conclusions and only hurt myself, I wrapped my arms around his waist. Pressed up against him, I could feel exactly how much I affected him, and it was just as powerful as my reaction to him whenever he was close. All he had to do was smile, flashing his wicked dimple at me, and I was turned on.
Braxton cleared his throat loudly. “Just reminding you I’m still here,” he said, amusement lacing his voice. “And breakfast is getting cold.”
Kissing my forehead one more time, Barrick picked up my mug of coffee and took a swallow. “You want eggs, baby?”
I glanced at all the food already laid out. “I’m not really an egg person. This is plenty.”
The three of us sat at the kitchen table, eating breakfast. It was only after I was clearing away the dishes, promising to wash up since Braxton had done all the cooking, that I remembered Sasha.
“Does Sasha not get free rein of the house?” I asked as I rinsed Barrick’s plate.
“She does, but she was still sleeping earlier, so I let her stay in bed,” Braxton said as he picked up the extra bacon from the counter. “I’m getting ready to take her for a walk. You two be good while I’m gone,” he called over his shoulder as he took the bacon and walked to his room.
No sooner was his cousin out the door than Barrick was wrapping his arms around me from behind, his teeth nipping at my shoulder. “Let’s finish these up and then take a shower.”
I pressed my hips back into his lower body. “Together?”
His cock flexed against me. “If you’re up for that,” he breathed at my ear. “But it’s cool if you’re not. I’m not going to rush you. We have all the time in the world.”
I turned in his arms, pressing up against him as close as I could. “Maybe I just want to see every inch of you.”
“Yeah?” That damn dimple winked at me, and it only made me wetter. “I think I can arrange that.” He cupped my ass in his hands, lifting me onto the counter, but when I thought he would kiss me—finally kiss me—he stepped back. “Sit tight. Let me clean up this mess, and then I’ll make that happen, baby.”
“I can do the dishes, Barrick. I’m not helpless.”
He started loading plates into the dishwasher. “Didn’t say you couldn’t. Just that you’re not going to.”
“But I want to help,” I grumbled.
He kissed my shoulder as he grabbed the last plate beside me. “That pout is doing things to me, Mia. Put it away.”
The pout turned into a sassy grin. “What’s it do to you?”
“It makes me want to suck on that plump bottom lip until you’re begging me to suck on your nipples,” he growled, stepping between my legs and pulling me to the edge of the counter. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my body against his. “And that only makes me wonder how good your pussy tastes.”
My sex clenched at the mental picture he was painting, and I rocked against him. “Damn it, Barrick. That’s all I’m going to think about every time I pout now.”
“Good.”
Reluctantly, I dropped my legs. “Hurry up,” I ordered. “I really need a shower now.”
The moment he pushed the start button on the dishwasher, he lifted me off the counter and tossed me over his shoulder. Giggling, I slapped at his hard ass as he sprinted through the house to his bedroom.
Dropping me on the edge of the bed, he made quick work of my robe with his fingers before he started tugging on my pajama bottoms. I lifted my hips to help him, only to land on my back as he spread my thighs wide and dropped to his knees between them.
I didn’t have time to be embarrassed before his mouth was latching on to my clit and sucking with a firm, steady pressure that had white light flashing behind my closed lids. “Oh gods,” I moaned, thrusting my fingers into his hair, pulling half of it from his ponytail. His beard tickled against my inner thighs, making more wetness gush from me. “Don’t stop,” I pleaded.
“You taste so fucking good,” he growled against me, his tongue licking lower to taste my core. “That’s it, baby. Ride my face.”
“Barrick,” I gasped, already close to the edge. “I… I…”