Parker (Striking Back #3) (11 page)

I
make the drive home in record time and thankfully, Cody doesn’t budge when I
tuck him into bed.

Macy
sits on the edge of Mason’s bed, removing her shoes, her shy smile contradicted
by the heat in her eyes. Innocence and sensuality wrapped in a tiny package I
can’t wait to open. I’ve argued with myself for months, spent hours running
through the reasons I can’t have her. She’s a victim. I’m supposed to be
protecting her. She’s too vulnerable. Call me an asshole, but I don’t give a
shit anymore.

I
want her. I care about her and will protect her with my life, so Mason can kiss
the meatiest part of my ass. I won’t let my feelings for her interfere with my
job.

Macy

Finally!
The look on Parker’s face as he gazes at me from the bedroom doorway assures me
this is really going to happen. I shove aside the invading thought that this
may be a mistake. Parker always jumps from girl to girl, and I’ll feel even
worse when he moves on, but at the moment, I don’t care. I’ll deal. I want him.
Want to feel him inside me more than I’ve ever wanted anything and I won’t let
my brain screw this up.

I
jump at the click of the lock when Parker secures the door, and he gives me a
small smile. He approaches me slowly with a cautious expression, like he’s afraid
I’ll run away. Hands clasped in his, I’m pulled to my feet and into his arms.
“It’s okay if you’ve changed your mind.”

“Oh
no you don’t. You’ve teased me all night. Now you have to put out.” It’s all he
needs to hear and I’m spread on the bed beneath him before I can take a breath.
“The light,” I mumble, when he unfastens my bra, pulling it and my shirt off in
one practiced move.

“Stays
on. I’ve dreamed about this sweet body. I need to see it.” His lips and tongue
on my skin distract me while he removes my jeans and panties. Getting to his
feet, he stands at the foot of the bed, his gaze flowing from my face to my
toes.

Heat
floods my cheeks. It’s an incredibly vulnerable moment, being so exposed to him
while he remains fully dressed, and I avert my eyes. “Look at me, sweetheart.”
His husky voice is simultaneously arousing and comforting. He sheds his shirt
and steps out of his jeans and boxers. The thick cock standing at attention
between his legs damn near makes me salute, and he raises his eyebrows at my
grin.

“Are
you laughing?”

“No.”
I smother a giggle. “I’m sorry, it’s just nerves.”

“Don’t
be nervous. You’re beautiful, Macy.” Crawling up the bed, he presses his lips
to my navel and works his way up, leaving a path of tiny licking kisses between
my breasts.

I’m
not ashamed of my athletic body, but if he’s a boob man, he came to the wrong
chest. He doesn’t exactly look disappointed as he sucks my nipple into his
mouth, sending a flash of heat through me that makes me moan and grip his hair.

“Mmm,
so sweet…soft,” he murmurs, sliding his lips to give my other breast the same
attention. I revel in the weight of his body on mine, his hard length pulsing
on my thigh as his tongue explores my skin. Pleasure rushes through me when he
sucks on the soft place below my ear. How did he find my weakness so quickly?

“Parker,”
I breathe.

His
breath is hot in my ear. “What did I say I was going to do to you?”

“Fuck
me.” My hands clutch his ass and I decide it’s my favorite part of him. Not an
ounce of fat on this man, but a firm bubble butt flexes under my fingers.

“First,
I promised you’d be whimpering under my tongue, and I never break a promise.”
Just the thought of his mouth on me sends a rush of moisture right where his
tongue is headed. Sitting on his heels, his grin is wicked as he gazes down at
me.

“You
aren’t going to get shy on me, now, are you?” Rough palms grip the underside of
my knees and move them apart. “Word for today is legs, baby. Now, let’s spread
the word,” he teases, enjoying my internal battle of embarrassment versus lust.

“Parker,”
I gasp when he dips his dark head and licks a stripe up my center with his
thick tongue.

“That’s
right. Say my name. Remember who’s licking this gorgeous pussy.” Locking his
arms around my thighs, he pulls me against his mouth, licking and sucking while
I writhe under the sudden onslaught. It’s so good. It’s too good. I can’t take
it.

“No
you don’t. No escape,” he growls when I try to scoot up the bed. Strong arms
hold me in place and he sucks hard at the same time his thick finger penetrates
me.

“Oh,
Parker, yes, oh!” Words garbled with nonsense pour from my lips as my first
sharp orgasm leads directly into the intense rolling waves of a second. I can’t
take his tongue on my sensitive flesh anymore and he stops, chuckling at the
sound of my squeal.

“One
more?”

“No!”
My legs slam closed, and he yanks them open again, crawling up my body with a
smug smile.

“I’d
rather feel you come when I’m inside you, anyway.”

My
hands roam his sculpted back. “I doubt I can. Even two doesn’t usually happen
for me. You’re too damn good with your mouth.”

“You’ll
come,” he says, grabbing a condom from the nightstand drawer.

“Are
you raiding Mason’s stash?”

“He’ll
get over it.” His eyes heat, lust pouring from his body when I snatch the condom
and roll it down his cock.

“Go
easy,” I mumble. “You’re…big.”

His
cocky grin softens to a sweet smile and he presses a light kiss on my lips.
“I’ll take care of you, sweetheart.”

My
hands explore his muscular back, squeezing his round ass while he bathes my
breasts with attention. Lips tugging my nipple elicit a soft moan, and my hips
thrust up involuntarily. “You like that?” he whispers.

“Please.”
Sweat pastes my skin to the sheets as I twist under him, desperate to feel him
inside me. Parting my lips with his, he slips his tongue into my mouth, kissing
me with soft sweeping strokes that steal all my strength. His swollen cock
prods between my legs, torturing me, and I press against it, trying to get it
where I need him.

“So
impatient,” Parker teases, guiding the swollen head inside me. Shit. This is
going to hurt. He feels about a mile wide. “Look at me, sweetheart. I want to
see your eyes.” It’s so intimate, staring into those pale blue eyes as he takes
me, slowly working himself in and out until he’s completely buried.

What
starts as a burn turns to an exquisite heat and Parker groans, my walls
clenching him while we move together. Our rhythm is natural, unhurried, and his
eyes never leave mine when he eases my ankles onto his shoulders.

The
angle sends him deeper, exactly where I need him, and my eyes close as my head
falls back. Every stroke of his rock hard cock through my sensitive tissues
sends a streak of pleasure through me. It’s never felt like this, never been so
good. “I feel you getting ready to come, baby. Open your eyes. Look at me.”

Sweat
glues his hair to his head and glistens on his chest. His jaw is clenched and
his face flushed. He’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Without
warning, the most intense, toe curling orgasm of my life rips through me. I
hear a drawn out moan and it’s not until I’m catching my breath that I realize
it was mine.

My
brain resumes functioning just in time to see Parker lose control. His rhythm
falters and a low growl rattles his chest as he stills, pulsing inside me, a
concentrated frown on his face. “Fuck, Mace, that was incredible, baby,” he
breathes, gently lowering my shaking legs from his shoulders. “You okay?”

“Mmm.”
I’m warm and content, every muscle in my body limp and relaxed. Smiling, he
sits propped against the headboard, and pulls me into his lap. I straddle him,
laying my head on his shoulder, and his arms envelop me. This is heaven, being
so close to him, and I nuzzle his neck, inhaling his sweaty masculine scent.

“Christ,
Macy, what are you doing to me?”

“Nothing
that hasn’t been done before.” My tongue traces up his neck. I just can’t get enough
of him.

“Bullshit.
I think about you all the damn time.” His hands cup my face and he kisses me,
talking every time our lips part. “Wonder what you’re thinking, what you’re
feeling.” His tongue invades my mouth again like he owns it, like he’s pissed.
“I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about you…innocence and
strength. Fuck, I don’t know what I’m saying. I just…this is more.” Bright eyes
delve into mine and the sound of his voice makes me shiver. “You’re more.”

“I
feel the same way,” I confess, pressing my forehead to his. “But I need to know
I’m enough. When you’re done, say you’re done, before you fuck someone else.
The thought of you with some woman makes me want to tear the skanks hair out.”

Chuckling,
he pulls me down to lie beside him, tucking me against his sweaty side. “I’ll
never be done. Don’t think for a second I don’t know you’re too good for me,
but I don’t care. I’m selfish like that. I know I used to…”

“Whore
around?” I taunt, and he flicks my nipple with his fingertip.

“Date
a lot,” he finishes. “But that’s over. I haven’t wanted anyone since I met
you.”

“Except
when you went to Hype with Alex.” The words just fly out and I instantly regret
them. It’s stupid. We weren’t together, and I have no right to be jealous, but
that night eats at me. Perfume all over him, lipstick on his neck. “I’m sorry.
I have no right to…care about that. You were my bodyguard, not my boyfriend.”

Soft
lips find mine in the dark. “I’m glad you care, and I think we both know I’ve
been more than your bodyguard, but I didn’t sleep with her.”

“You
don’t have to say that. It’s none of my business.” His embrace tightens when I
try to scoot away.

“I
didn’t fuck her.”

“Maybe
you don’t remember. You were too drunk to whistle when you got here, but her
perfume and lipstick were all over you.”

He
scoffs. “I remember. First time ever my dick wouldn’t cooperate, not something
I’d forget. She stripped naked in front of me and I touched her, but all I
could think of was you. So I left and tried to drink until you faded, but it
didn’t work.”

Relief
pours through me as his fingers rake through my hair. “You’re supposed to be
off limits and I’m supposed to have the ability to control myself, but with you
I don’t. I don’t want to. I want you to be mine.”

“I
want to be yours,” I murmur, nuzzling his neck. “And that means you’re mine.”

“So
possessive. Loving the jealousy, baby,” he taunts.

His
body jerks when I bite his earlobe. “Shut it. You’re not funny.”

“No,
you are. It’s another reason I love to be with you.”

Wow,
this man never fails to surprise me. “Sweet talker,” I reply, cuddling up and
resting my head on his shoulder. I could stay in this spot forever, content to
lie with him and feel his fingers in my hair. My eyes are just beginning to
close when he says my name in a soft voice. “Hmm?”

“Never
tell anyone I said I couldn’t get it up.” I can’t control the snort of
laughter, and his hand tightens in my hair. His expression is dead serious when
I peek up at him, and I feel bad for laughing, but guys worry about the dumbest
things.

“Not
being turned on by a bar slut isn’t something to be ashamed of.” I press a
finger to his lips when he goes to argue. “But it’s our secret. Besides, you
didn’t have any trouble trying to burst my pussy with that mammoth.”

“Mammoth?
You’re calling my cock a prehistoric hairy elephant?”

“Mammoth
as in huge, enormous, colossal…”

“Go
on.”

“I
think your ego has had enough.”

“Fine.
Then say pussy again.”

“Go
to sleep.” I giggle and curl up in his arms, happier than I can ever remember
being.

A
soft kiss on my neck wakes me the next morning and Parker chuckles when I let
out a small moan. “You respond to me even in your sleep,” he utters.

“Stop
feeling me up in my sleep.” Muscles not used to such a workout scream when I
stretch.

“Quit
being so sexy in the morning.” My eyes are drawn to his lips as he grins at me
and I’m struck by a pang of arousal at the memory of his mouth on me. “Fuck,
Mace, don’t look at me like that. I’ll be hard all day.”

“I
could help with that.” He groans when I reach between his legs and catches my
hand.

“Cody’s
awake.” No sooner are the words out of his mouth, Cody bounds into the room.

“There
you are! I was looking for Macy. I’m hungry.”

“Go
on to the kitchen, buddy. We’ll be there in a minute,” Parker says, and Cody
sprints down the hall. “World’s smallest cockblocker,” Parker grumbles, and I
slap his chest.

“You’re
terrible.”

“You’re
beautiful.”

“Are
you trying to sweet talk me into making breakfast?”

“Possibly.
Doesn’t make it any less true.”

“Well,
go away and quit distracting me if you want food.”

“I’m
distracting?”

Grinning
up at him, I squeeze his biceps. “Is this where you pretend you don’t know
you’re all muscly and gorgeous?”

“Muscly?
Are you sure you’re an editor?”

“I
craft with words, asshole. Now, go away so I can get dressed.”

“Yes,
ma’am, but I’ll be requiring a reward in the form of bacon,” he says, rising
and pulling a t-shirt over his head before heading to the kitchen to join Cody.

I
love this playful, silly side of him. With all that’s happened, I haven’t got
to see it much. I’m looking forward to spending time with him just having fun
without all the worry. Maybe Al is done screwing with me and will keep his loser
ass in Florida.