Page 25 of Just A Little Magic

CHAPTER EIGHT

OWEN

Decisions needed to be made.

Option one involved changing my name and getting plastic surgery to alter my face so I could disappear. I didn’t have many talents outside of design, but I could clean, so housekeeping was an option to support myself. Option two was to claim temporary insanity and possibly amnesia. If Barrett mentioned anything, I’d pretend I didn’t know what he was talking about. It felt a little gaslighty, but under the circumstances, that was potentially forgivable.

Ugh. The genie was out of the bottle and tap dancing wherever a genie would tap dance. The floor seemed wildly uninspiring, given their talents. Possibly a table, but that sounded like a drunken frat party.

I gave myself a mental head shake because where genies did their thing shouldn’t be my biggest worry. What I needed to worry about was how I would navigate this mess I’d found myself in.

I’d asked Barrett to leave it alone until we were back in town, but the keys would be here soon. Town would only betwo and a half hours after the keys arrived. It would take some kind of miracle to figure out how to extricate myself from this without humiliating myself or losing my best friend.

Oh God. I fucked Bear. Well, he fucked me, but not the point. We fucked, and now I didn’t know where we stood. I needed us to be good because…oh my God.

I wasn’t a virgin anymore. My V-card was punched, tattered, torn up, and lit on fire. I was pretty sure Barrett had enjoyed our fucking. He’d obviously gotten off and hadn’t commented on the parts I’d struggled with, so if he hated it, that’d been well hidden.

But even if he had hated it, Barrett would never say anything. And now I really needed to know if he’d liked it. Even if we couldn’t do it again, I had to know he’d been satisfied.

I hoped all that time with toys and porn had paid off. My time spent watching porn did not cover this scenario. I needed to put a pin in this one because the next horrifying thought was cued up in my anxiety loop.

When Barrett’s hand slid from my shoulder to around my torso and tucked me closer, all my recriminations and racing thoughts emptied straight out of my head, replaced by sparks and tingles that sent blood thrumming through my veins. My morning wood stiffened, and I internally groaned at my foolishness.

What I should have done was gotten out of bed, gotten dressed, and pretended the previous twelve hours hadn’t happened. Since I hadn’t done that, I was still in bed while a gorgeous giant of a man slowly explored my body.

His fingers slipped under my shirt to find one of my nipples, which he rubbed and pinched and plucked until it was a hard nub that would only feel relief from his mouth. Barrett’s hand slid farther across my body, found the other, and repeatedthe treatment. My traitorous body involuntarily jerked and then ground itself against the growing length snuggled up the crack of my ass.

It was an out-of-body experience. As much as I willed myself to stop grinding, stop the moaning that had accompanied the jerk, the more my sleepy brain saidnever mindand continued down the path already in progress.

My body cried for relief but even my inexperienced self knew I was entirely too sore for a repeat of yesterday’s activities. That didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy the feeling of Bear’s now fully hard cock rubbing against my crack and hole.

His fingers that teased my nipples moved farther down my body. Now his fingertips traced over where a six-pack would be if I had one, which I didn’t, and along the slight indent of my waist. His fingers found the minuscule indention of my hipbone where I lay on my side.

I knew this was the last time I’d have this, which was the sole reason I didn’t force myself out of bed. We’d had a moment yesterday, but that had been about trauma and adrenaline. I had no excuse for this morning, but I’d find one later. Right now, I only wanted to stop thinking and enjoy the sensation of Barrett’s fingers smoothing the skin around my cock and balls.

I had never been so glad that I preferred a hair-free existence. There was nothing to run interference between his skin and mine. I was unable to swallow the groan that came when his fingers dipped and found my cock. He was asleep, and I wasn’t, but I didn’t want him to wake up. In a fully awake state, he would stop, and that might, quite literally, kill me.

Barrett’s fingers dipped lower and fully encircled my aching dick. There was no holding back the unexpected moan that escaped my throat. I did my best to silence the sound, but it still came out in a strangled groan.

Under his sleepy ministrations, my body was on fire.What I desperately wanted was to reach behind me and feel the heavy weight of his cock in my hand, but since he wasn’t awake, I felt kind of squiffy about that. Another stifled groan was wrested from me, and this time, his fingers tightened around my cock. My responding whimpers must have been the final straw. His startled gasp broke the cocoon around us. He was awake now, and my fantasy would come to a quick conclusion.

“Babe?”

“Yeah, I’m awake.”

My tone was grumpy because I’d been so close to having one more taste of him, and my own noises had thwarted it.Dammit.

“Did I wake you?” Barrett asked and then promptly buried his nose in the crook of my neck.

He edged along the column until he reached my earlobe. His gentle nibbles sent sparks through me. In my mind, I weighed the very good and proper reasons I should push myself out of bed. I should tell him yesterday was a mistake and out of character. I needed to say it was a one-time thing that changed nothing in our friendship. We’d be as strong as we ever were. I’d remind him that over a decade into this friendship, there was no chance of us walking away unscathed if we had a repeat of yesterday’s wonderful, superb, magnificent, overwhelming, glorious encounter between his dick and my ass.

I moaned instead.

“I’m going to take that to mean you don’t care if I did.”

Barrett’s available hand slid under my borrowed sweatpants. His exploration ended with a hand on my bare ass. His fingers crossed over my crack before dipping to find my sore and swollen hole. I knew it would hurt like hell, but I also knew I’d let him have me again if he wanted it.

“Oh, babe. I know you said it had been a while, but you feel so swollen. Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?”

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