Parker (Striking Back #3) (13 page)

“Don’t
stereotype me, breeder,” Alex replies.

“Go
out with us tonight?” I ask as we pull up in front of our hotel. I haven’t seen
much of Alex lately and I should get to know Cooper since it looks like he’s
here to stay.

“Sure,
I’ll text you once I’m settled in and had my blowjob.”

“Same
here.”

Two
slaps echo through the car as we climb out.

Mason
has gone all out on our hotel rooms and booked out five suites. Our little
group takes up an entire hallway. “A hot tub!” Macy squeals, tossing her bag
aside and exploring our decadent accommodations. A mischievous grin lights up
her face and she looks up at me through her lashes. “I’ve always wanted to make
love in a hot tub.”

I
yank her to me. “After I bend you over the edge and make you scream, you’re
going to ride me until you can’t walk.” Her mouth pops open and that sexy blush
stains her cheeks. Soft hands drop to my waist and I grab them when she
unbuttons my jeans. “No time, doll.”

“We’ve
got time for this.” My jeans and boxers are yanked down and she shoves me back
until I sit on the edge of the sofa. In a second, her warm mouth is around me
and my hands are buried in her silky hair.

“Oh,
fuck, Mace. Yes, baby. Just like that. God, I love your mouth.”

Ebony
strands fall over my thighs and as if she’s reading my mind, she gathers her
hair in one hand, pulling it back so I can see my cock disappearing between her
puffy lips. My balls draw up tight and a warning tingle shoots up my spine.
“Baby, I’m going to come.”

My
mind blanks when the suction increases and her throat contracts, swallowing me
while I make a noise I’ve never made before. A fist banging on our hotel door
brings me back to reality. “Come on, Parker! It’s getting dark! Let’s go!” Alex
calls.

With
a self-satisfied smile, Macy gets to her feet and watches me fumble my pants
up. She’s thoroughly entertained by my struggle to pull myself together. “Are
you laughing at me?” I ask, standing to press her little body against mine.

“Maybe.”

“Uh-huh.”
I kiss the soft slope of her neck. “You realize the second they see your
flushed cheeks and swollen lips, they’re going to know exactly what you were
doing.”

“Shut
up!” She laughs and heads to the bedroom to change as Alex pounds the door
again.

“I’m
coming!” I snap.

“Well,
do it quicker and open the door!”

Cockblocking
bastard.

Alex
and Cooper give each other a knowing smile when Macy emerges from the bedroom,
but don’t comment. They’re as wrapped up in one another as I am in Macy, and we
hardly speak on the elevator ride to the lobby. Oppressive heat nearly shoves
us back inside and I’m coated in sweat before we’re halfway to The Bellagio.
The walk in the heat is totally worth it to see Macy dressed in tiny shorts and
a thin yellow tank top, already plastered to her body.

“Ugh,
you’re all sweaty,” she protests with a chuckle when I slide my arm around her
shoulder.

Alex
and Cooper walk behind us hand in hand. “Let’s get something cool,” Cooper
suggests, motioning to a nearby vendor.

“Alex,
your man is a genius,” Macy says, veering toward the frozen yogurt stand. “I’ll
have chocolate, please,” she tells the young man behind the cart before gazing
up at me. “What do you want, babe?”

“Vanilla.”

“There’s
like, thirty flavors and you want vanilla? Bor-ring,” she sings, making the
guys laugh.

“I’ll
show you the opposite of vanilla later, smart mouth.” Her cheeks pink when I
slap her ass. Smiling, she sits on a concrete ledge facing the lake where the
fountains are still, and eats her yogurt. Her eyebrows reach for the sky when
she sees me watching her. “You look happy.”

“I’m
doing Vegas with three handsome men. Of course I’m happy.”

Alex
sits on her other side. “And we’ve got a beautiful girl to make us look good.”

“I’m
the only one you’re doing,” I growl. At that moment, the music starts and Macy
jumps to her feet, rushing to get a closer look.

I’m
fascinated by the look of wonder on her face as she watches the dancing water.
So much joy for something so simple. I love how she appreciates every moment, every
experience. I just love her.

Macy

Strong
arms wrap around me from behind, his hand sliding under my shirt to rest on my
belly. “What do you think, doll?”

I’m
mesmerized by the music, light and water, interwoven with such complexity.
“It’s beautiful. I could stare at it forever.”

“I
was thinking the same thing,” he murmurs in my ear. His rough palm slips under
my chin, tilting my head to look at me. “I love you.”

I’m
stunned solid by his words, by the whole experience. Standing beneath a deep
lavender Vegas sky, beside a stunning display of art in motion, while the most
gorgeous, compassionate man professes his love for me. Is this really
happening?

Soft
lips lay a gentle kiss on mine. “Do you hear me, doll? I’m in love with you.”

I
grab his face and kiss him like I’ll never have another chance. “I’m in love
with you, too.” The sound of clapping brings me back to my senses and I realize
the water show has ended. We’ve become the main attraction to the gathered
crowd. I hide my face in Parker’s chest, thoroughly embarrassed, but he has no
such problem.

Spinning
me to face the crowd, he pulls me back against his chest and announces, “She
loves me!”

Cooper
and Alex are laughing their asses off and snapping pictures of us with their
phones. I’m going to kill all three of them. When Parker releases me, Alex
pulls me into a hug. “Thank you, love. I’ve never seen my brother like this.”

“Off
my woman,” Parker quips as Alex drops a kiss on my cheek.

Cooper
laughs, slinging an arm around Alex. “Let’s leave the love birds to their
night. We’re supposed to meet Ian at the casino.”

“Ev
has a girl’s day planned tomorrow. Her friend Amy will be here in the morning.
She told me to tell you to be ready by ten,” Alex says, before sauntering off
with his boyfriend.

“Hmm,”
Parker sighs. “A whole night to ourselves. What can we possibly do?”

“Me?”

“Have
I mentioned I love you?”

“Sounds
familiar.”

“Let’s
go, smart mouth.”

Parker
lives up to his hot tub promise and I can barely walk when Evie comes to get me
the next morning. We spend the day at a spa, getting buffed and shined before
gathering in Ev and Mason’s suite before the wedding to get ready.

Ev
is gorgeous in the simple cream lace dress she’s chosen. She doesn’t appear a
bit nervous as she turns to grin at me. “Parker’s going to eat you alive, Mace.
Has he ever seen you dressed up?”

Glancing
down at the pale blue dress that hugs my curves, I shake my head. “Just sweats
and jeans.”

The
wedding is simple, but lovely. The sight of Parker in a suit takes my breath
away, and if the look on his face is any indication, he doesn’t hate me in a
dress. The trip was amazing, but by the time we board the plane, I’m more than
ready to return home.

“You
look tired,” Parker says, unlocking the front door of his house.

“I’m
glad to be back. I think I’ll lie on the patio for a bit before it gets dark if
that’s okay.” Our whirlwind Vegas trip has worn me out, not to mention the
marathon sex sessions. The man’s a beast.

“Fine,
doll. I’ll join you in a minute.”

It
was so wonderful to escape for a few days, to get away from all the worry and
bullshit, but now we’re back, anxiety seeps in. “Has Al’s credit card pinged
again?”

Rough
hands cup the nape of my neck as he feathers a kiss across my lips. “I haven’t
heard anything new, but I’ll check as soon as we’re settled in. Don’t worry.
Jensen is parked outside, watching the perimeter.”

“I’m
not worried.” I’m kind of amazed that it’s actually true. I haven’t had a
nightmare or anxiety attack all week.

“Good.
Go relax. I’m right behind you.”

Cool
night air bathes my skin, lifting my hair from my sticky neck. Faint flashes of
lightning glow in the distance, too far away to hear thunder. I briefly
consider a dip in the pool, but I’m too tired.

Instead,
I recline on a lounger, kick my shoes off, and close my burning eyes. This is
so comfortable, I could sleep all night out here.

I’m
roused by a nibble on my neck, and Parker’s weight settles on me, pinning me to
the chair. “Mmm, I couldn’t leave you alone any longer.”

“I
must’ve dozed off,” I mumble, kissing the corner of his mouth before sucking
his bottom lip the way he loves.

“About
thirty minutes ago. You feel better?”

“Much.”

“Good,
because I really need to see your sweet ass bent over the bed.”

“You’re
such a romantic.”

“I’ll
show you romance, baby.” He’s on his feet and I’m scooped off the chair, my
legs locked around his waist as he kisses me stupid.

Vaguely,
I realize I’m being carried into the house, but I’m focused on his tongue
sliding around mine, his big hands squeezing my ass. This man loves to carry me
around.

I
jerk my shirt and bra off as he places me on the bed, and his hands make quick
work of my shorts and panties. Eyes dark with lust glide over me and he licks
his lips with anticipation.

With
a wicked smile, he shakes his head when I try to undress him. “Undress,” I
demand.

“Does
it make you shy, baby? Knowing I’m looking at every inch of your body?”

He’s
enjoying my vulnerability. “No,” I lie. “Just thought it might be easier to get
your cock inside me without a denim barrier in the way.”

“Such
dirty language.” I gasp when he grips my hips and flips me onto my belly, dragging
my body down until I’m bent over the bed. “Spread those gorgeous legs.”

I’m
waiting to hear the sound of a zipper when his hot tongue suddenly dips inside
me. Oh! I’ve never done this, never been eaten from behind, and he’s so damn
good at it. “Parker! Oh, keep doing that!”

My
skin vibrates under his chuckle. All cognizant thoughts are wiped out when he
sinks two thick fingers so deep I should taste them. “Give it up, baby. Come on
my hand,” he coaxes, and the lustful timbre of his voice does me in.

I’m
seized by a quick hard orgasm that has me twisting and writhing while his
fingers still work me. “Fuck, that was beautiful, Mace. Crawl up the bed and
stay on all fours,” he orders, and I hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper.

My
entire body flashes with heat at his command. I hated it when Al tried to order
me around in the bedroom, so why is it so sexy when Parker does? Maybe because
he doesn’t try to boss me any other time.

My
wandering thoughts are reigned in by two rough palms grabbing my hips. “Please,
Park,” I breathe when they travel up and down my back, over each cheek, before
resting on my hips again. “I need you.”

“You’ve
got me, beautiful.” He slides inside me like he belongs there, like he’s coming
home. I’m only afforded a few thrusts before he bends over me and wraps an arm
around my ribs, his chest molded to my back. “Sit up.”

Lips
instantly find my neck when I’m drawn back onto his lap as he sits back on his
heels. There’s not an inch of space between us. Slow, sensual licks and kisses
on my neck and shoulders, and the gentle way he caresses my breasts reflects
the way he’s taking me. Easy, tender strokes, in and out.

“I
love you.” I moan the words without a thought. He’s everywhere. My senses are
full of him. His smell, his touch, the sound of his breath in my ear.

His
voice is strained when he replies, “Mace, love you…so much.”

Without
warning, a wave of heat rolls through me and I groan through the spasms of an
endless orgasm. I barely register the sound of Parker following me into our shared
ecstasy. Our sweaty bodies mingle on the bed and my eyes grow heavy as his
fingers caress my scalp. “It’s never been this way,” he whispers.

“Are
you trying to claim I’m the best sex you’ve ever had?” I grin up at him.

A
soft smile curls his lips, but his eyes are serious. “I’ve never felt this way,
felt so much,” he confesses. “I didn’t know I could.”

Tears
fill my eyes and I try to blink them away. I hate to cry, but when a gorgeous,
sweet, compassionate, wet dream of a man tells you he’s never loved like he
loves you, it turns on the water works. “Me too. I thought I was in love before,”
I tell him, resting my cheek on his hard bicep. “But it was nothing compared to
this.” I peek up at him. “Have you ever been in a relationship before?”

“Once,
for three years, but it turned out I was the only one keeping it exclusive.”

“What
a bitch.”

The
mood lightens as his laughter fills the room. “I’m going to shower. Want to
join me?”

“No
thanks. Don’t think I can move.”

“You’re
welcome,” he quips, smacking me lightly on the ass before getting up.

My
eyes follow his perfect round ass as he walks away. “Have I told you how much I
love your ass?”

“Ditto,
baby,” he calls over his shoulder, disappearing into the bathroom.

A
sense of peace settles over me and I close my eyes, a smile on my face as I
begin to drift. I’m fantasizing about Parker kissing me on a white sand beach.
The sound of the shower morphs into the sound of waves crashing on the shore.

Deep
blue sky above us and soft cool sand against my back. The smell of salt and
seaweed. Parker’s deep voice in my ear. “Wake up, whore.”

My
eyes snap open and panic paralyzes my vocal chords. Al stands over me, a
chilling smile on his face. This is a nightmare. This is a nightmare and I need
to wake up
now
.

I
hear Parker’s phone ring and his murmur as he answers. As soon as I fill my
lungs with air to scream, Al’s hand lands on my mouth, crushing my lips into my
teeth. “You open your legs for anyone, don’t you, bitch? You think he wants
you? Let’s see what he says when he walks in on me fucking you.”

I
fight as hard as I can, but he’s too big, too strong and the cover is yanked
from my body, leaving me naked and exposed to a psycho. His hand slips, and I
try to scream, but he squeezes my neck. “One fucking sound and I’ll choke you
to death before I blow his brains out.” My eyes widen as he waves a hand gun.
“You want to get him killed?”

Sobbing,
I shake my head.

“Then
don’t make a sound.”

“Please,
just leave me alone,” I beg when his hand roughly gropes my breasts.

“This
cunt is mine.” A surge of nausea rolls over me at the feel of his hand between
my legs. “And you’re going to give me what’s mine. Your pretty boy is going to
watch and then you’re going to tell him you choose me. You’re leaving with me.
No more of this hiding bullshit.”

Jesus
Christ, he really is a fucking psycho. He thinks Parker is going to stand by
while he rapes me, then we’ll ride off into the sunset together. Cold fear
grips me as I realize what will happen when he doesn’t get his way.

Parker
is going to walk out here, naked and unarmed. Al won’t hesitate to shoot him if
he interferes. What do I do?

Parker

Jensen
has a gift for calling when I’m busy. I’ve barely rinsed the soap from my hair
when my phone rings. Stepping out of the spray, I reach out, grab it from the
counter and hit accept. “This better be important.”

“Just
letting you know we have a little situation. There’s a fire in the woods. It’s
a good distance from your house, so there’s no danger at the moment.”

“Have
you called the fire department?”

“Of
course, they’re on the way. It’s lightning like a bitch so I imagine that’s
what started it. Just wanted to check in, update you on the situation. I’m
going to double check the perimeter before meeting the firemen.”

“Understood.
We’re fine. Be careful and let me know what you find out.” Thunder shakes the
house and the lights flash. At least the rain might keep the fire from
spreading. I really don’t want to have to drag Macy out into the storm. I know
she’s exhausted.

“Mace,
you should get dressed, doll.” I throw a towel around my waist and head into
the bedroom. “There’s a fire and we might have to…”

“I’m
so sorry, Park,” Macy whimpers.

It
takes a moment for my brain to register what I’m seeing. Allen Pearson stands
in my bedroom, his pants around his ankles. His hand is fisted in Macy’s hair,
holding her down on the bed, her naked ass inches from his tiny cock.

I
realize at that moment that I’ve never been truly angry in my life. Rage
streaks through me. I’m going to kill this motherfucker. A gun pointed at me
wouldn’t even make me hesitate, but the fucker aims it at the back of Macy’s
head. “One more step and I will kill her.” I can hear the cold truth in his
voice. There’s no sanity in the smile on his face. “That’s right. Stay right
there.”

He
releases her hair and presses the small of her back, forcing her to bend over
the far side of the bed. “Please, go, Parker,” she sobs. “Please.”