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“Second choice neon green?”
I grin and blow him a kiss.
Fifty minutes later, I emerge, feeling lighter and holding the business card of a local therapist who works with vets.
I see Barrett’s yummy, thick back leaned against the glass window at the front of Helga’s office, and my heart does a little tap dance of excitement.
I launch myself into his arms as soon as my feet hit the sidewalk. He pushes a hot pink helmet on my head. I lean my head back. “Do I look sexy?”
“Very sexy. So damn sexy,” he murmurs, kissing me lightly, “it’s a shame you have to drive yourself back.”
“Race you there?”
He smirks. “C’mon…”
I punch his arm and dart off toward my car. When I pull into my driveway, Barrett’s standing on the porch with his arms crossed, an adorable smirk on his face and his dark hair blowing in the perpetual mountain breeze. When I get out of the car, the first thing I notice is his dick tenting his pants, a dark glaze on his eyes.
I unlock the laundry room door, but before I step inside, I unbutton my pants so as I walk, they’ll fall down.
“Fucking hell, Gwenna. I hope that pussy wants a dick inside.”
I lean over slightly and wiggle my ass at him. Barrett tackles me. We fuck on the rug beside the couch like dogs, my pussy stretched around his steel-hard length, his body heaving as he pants and pounds me.
It’s not until after our bath that I manage to get the card in his hand. I’m making chicken salad at the counter when he strokes his hand over my hair.
“Be back, Pig,” he murmurs.
My walls are thin enough that I can hear him calling from my office.
Sean Eddins, PhD. His card says he does PTSD Recovery, Cognitive Behavioral Therapy, Brainspotting, and Exposure Therapy.
My stomach twists a little at the thought of Barrett going somewhere. Talking to someone.
So when his appointment rolls around, two days later, I can’t help offering to drive him. I sort of expect him to say “yes,” so when he shakes his head, picks up his helmet, and says, “I’ve got it, Pig,” I slap his arm, pretending I’m offended by my silly, new nickname. In truth, I kind of love it.
“Okay, Bear.” I plant a kiss on his scruffy jaw. “Be careful for me.”
“Will do.” He wraps an arm around my shoulders, drawing me in close against his chest. His lips brush the crown of my head. “He said this time will be an hour and a half. I’m going to do something right before, so it might be more like two hours.”
I squeeze his hard waist, kiss his chest. “I hope it goes well.”
“Me too.”
I frame his face with my hands, thumbing his cheeks. “You know I think you’re brave for trying it.”
His eyes cut down before he raises them for mine. They burn a little. “Thanks.” I get the small half-smile, the one that lets me know he’s nervous.
“Love you.”
“I love you more.” He wraps me tight against his chest and shuts his eyes. I feel his heartbeat for an awesome moment. Love fills me. I hope he feels it, too.
TEN
Barrett
“How much you want for it?”
“Won’t take less than nine hundred.”
