“Hey, you were driving like a psycho. And it doesn’t matter. I saved your life twice! The first time crosses out me shooting you. Besides, it was an accident. It could have happened to anyone.”
“Really? Do you think Knight would have accidentally shot Kate?”
“That’s different. He’s not even human,” I muttered.
“Well, you’d better start watching your back, because the next time that we’re out in the field together, you might accidentally get shot.”
She turned and walked out of the room. I breathed a sigh of relief. That could have gone worse. Turning back to the guys, I was grinning, because in my book, that was a win.
“What are you smiling about?” Cap asked.
“I won,” I said, spreading my arms wide. “I mean, it was close there for a second, but in the end, I won that round.”
“No,” Cap said slowly. “What you got was the promise of retribution in the future.”
“Yeah,” Rocco snorted. “And the thing is, you never know when or how it’s coming.” He walked past me and clapped me on the shoulder. “You’d better learn to sleep with one eye open.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Blake
Was I angry that he shot me? Not really. It could have happened to anyone given the circumstances. But I was a little pissed that he was planning on using the whole thing to his advantage. That didn’t mean that I wasn’t going to have sex with him though. Logically speaking, he was the one that was embarrassed about the whole thing. He was the one that got outed in front of the guys.
The door to my room opened and Parker stood there, sexy as hell with that grin on his face that said he was going to charm the pants off me. And I wasn’t going to stop him. I wanted him. There was no point in denying it, because I knew the moment he touched me, I would fall into his arms and let him do whatever he wanted. And I would enjoy every single second of it.
He walked toward me with a swagger, well, maybe it was more of a limp. He had just been crushed under rocks saving my ass. Either way, it was sexy as hell, and before I knew it, he was kissing me, his hand gripping the back of my neck as he plunged his tongue inside my mouth. My hands gripped his biceps as I struggled to stay on my feet. My whole body felt like it was on fire as a tingling sensation washed over me.
He walked me back to the bed, pushing me back until I was lying down and he was crawling between my legs to get to me. He wasted no time tearing my shirt and running his tongue over my skin. He pulled back and spit, his face contorting in disgust.
“Dirt. We should shower first.”
Before I could say anything, he was tugging me up and tossing me over his shoulder. I got a sexy view of his ass as he stomped into the bathroom and set me down on the counter. Pushing my knees apart, he crushed himself against me, kissing me like it was his dying breath. His fingers tugged at my pants and my brain finally caught up with what was happening. I grabbed his pants and jerked him closer, blushing when he grinned at me. He knew how much I wanted him.
“Feisty,” he murmured as he kissed me again.
“Shower,” I said, pushing him back so I could slip my pants off. He wrapped his arm around me and lifted me like I weighed absolutely nothing, and jerked my pants off with his other hand.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he commanded. I wanted to salute him or something. It was weird, but when I was with Parker, I found myself wanting to do exactly what he told me, in the bedroom only, of course. He stepped into the shower and flicked on the water, not bothering to check the temperature first. It was icy cold at first, but my body was so hot for him that it did nothing to lessen my desire.
My lips barely left his as the water poured over us. I didn’t think of anything in that moment, only the strong man holding me against him. He patted my leg gently, letting me know that he needed to set me down. I slid down his body, his erection dragging against my belly. I grabbed it in my fist, wanting to touch him and make him feel as crazy as I did right now. He groaned as I stroked his thick cock in my hand, feeling him pulse around me. I ran my fingernail along the backside and he shuddered, reaching out to grasp the wall.
“Fuck,” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. “Goddamn, that’s fucking…” He squeezed his eyes shut, his jaw clenching tight. “Oh, God.”
I moved my hand faster, needing to see him come apart. I started to lower myself to the floor. I wanted him in my mouth, but he grasped my arms and pulled me back up. “Me first.”
He grabbed a washcloth and lathered it up with soap, running it over my body, taking extra care with my nipples and my pussy. His thumb brushed achingly slow over my nipples, back and forth, driving me crazy. I needed more. I needed, God, I needed him to make me come. I needed his fingers on my pussy, pushing inside me, fucking me with that same desire I felt every time he touched me.
I threw back my head, “Oh, please, Parker. Give it to me,” I moaned breathlessly. “I need you.”
I heard a slight chuckle and then his fingers drifted down my skin, so light to the touch. So many sensations zapped through my body. I jerked my hips forward, needing his fingers there, touching my pussy and sliding through my slick folds.
“Fuck me.
