“If you guys are good, I’m going to ask you to lock yourselves in,” Ty said.

“We’re fine, bud. Go get some rest,” Barrett replied.

Ty gave him a pointed look. “You guys make sure to do the same.”

From the look on his face, Barrett wasn’t picking up on the double meaning of Ty’s statement. He merely smiled and shut the door in Ty’s face. After bolting the locks, Barrett said, “We’re good.”

“Goodnight,” came Ty’s muffled reply.

“Night,” Barrett called back.

With the door shut, the room seemed even smaller, and I inhaled a deep breath as the walls seemed to close in around me. Even though it was the last thing I needed, “Touch-a-Touch-a-Touch-Me” from Rocky Horror Picture Show began playing in my mind.

“Did you say something?”

“Oh, uh, no. I was just humming.”

“Go ahead and grab the bathroom,” Barrett said.

“Okay. Thanks.”

I grabbed my suitcase and wheeled it across the threadbare carpet into the bathroom. Once inside, I locked the door, though I wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t like we hadn’t experienced this setup up tons of times before when we ended up in smaller hotel rooms. The glaring difference this time was the fact that I’d be coming out to only one bed, not two, and that one bed was a very tiny double.

There was also the fact that things had changed between us since the last time we’d been in close quarters in a hotel. Maybe they hadn’t changed for Barrett, but they sure as hell had for me. In my somewhat old-school version of romance, the act of sleeping with a man could sometimes be more intimate than actually having sex. Usually, the sharing the same bed part came after a night of sex, but it was still pretty intimate, so I wasn’t thrilled with the prospect of getting so very intimate with Barrett when my feelings for him were currently so very volatile.

Trying to calm my nerves, I went about my nightly routine of taking off my makeup and brushing my teeth before slipping into my pajamas. Once I was finished, I tossed everything back into my suitcase. Since I was sure Barrett needed the bathroom, I couldn’t continue hiding out, so I unlocked the door and stepped into the bedroom.

Apparently I’d taken longer than I’d thought to get ready for bed because Barrett was already fast asleep. He must’ve been pretty exhausted after the events of the day because his shirt and pants lay crumpled on the floor next to his side of the bed. When I pulled back the spread, I gasped. In his exhaustion, Barrett hadn’t bothered to put on his pajama pants. He remained in his black briefs, exposing his upper thighs—his hard, very muscled upper thighs.

Get a grip, Addison—and no, that grip can’t be on the Bear!

The mattress dipped down as I slid into the bed. Barrett was a major bed hog, so I scooted over until my leg was on the very edge of the mattress. As if his sexual Spidey senses were alerted of a female presence, Barrett rolled over, slinging his arm over my breasts while he covered my thigh with his. His warm breath fanned against my neck.

Oh God. This was so, so bad. His close proximity caused my male-neglected vagina to sit up and take notice. I pressed my thighs together, trying to lessen the growing ache between them.

Pinching my eyes shut, I willed myself to go to sleep. Instead of counting sheep, I tried counting all the lead roles I’d had in musical theater, but I could barely get through middle school before I was biting my lip from the overwhelming need for sexual healing I felt.

Okay, this was never going to work with him sleeping so close to me. I had to get him to move. “Barrett?” I whispered. When he didn’t respond, I repeated, “Barrett?”

Dammit, the man slept like the dead. Taking his arm, I moved it off my breasts. Of course, the friction caused my nipples to harden, which just increased the ache between my legs. I tucked Barrett’s arm at his side before shoving his thigh off of mine.

Even though I was free, I wasn’t going to be able to ignore how horny I was. I would never fall sleep without relief. When Mary Anne had mentioned necessities on the trip, I hadn’t actually thought about how necessary my vibrator would be. On a whim, I’d tossed it into my bag, and over the last few months, I’d used it a time or two in the shower so the water would drown out the noise. Those times had just been maintenance getting-off sessions; they hadn’t been brought on by any male interaction, especially not with Barrett.

I slipped out of bed and padded over to my suitcase. After unzipping it, I dug into the secret section where I kept tampons and panty liners. Once I had it in my hand, I threw a glance at Barrett over my shoulder. The last thing I needed was for him to catch me with a vibrator in my hand. He would never let me live it down.

Thankfully, he let out a snore, and I knew I was safe. After hustling into the bathroom, I dropped my pajama shorts and panties. Tonight there would be no fantasizing about Henry Cavill or Charlie Hunnam.

Gazing at the vibrator, I closed my eyes and wished it were the Bear.

BARRETT

A train’s whistle jolted me out of a deep sleep. Disoriented, I rubbed my eyes and tried remembering where the hell I was. Oh yeah—Bumblefuck, Ohio, at the Teddy Bear Motel. Reality was scarier than any nightmare that might’ve plagued me.

When I rolled over, I found Addison’s side empty. Rising up in the bed, I peered around the darkened room, but I didn’t see her anywhere. At the sound of a long moan from the bathroom, I threw back the covers and got out of bed. I hoped Addison hadn’t got food poisoning from the drive-in-from-hell we’d eaten at.