“Sore?”
“Not sore so much as my body’s telling me it knows what I’ve been doing.” She winked at him, and he chuckled.
She quickly took care of her hair, washing and rinsing and conditioning. Then stood for a just a little longer, simply letting the water soothe her.
Parker handed her a towel, dried himself, then got another to use on her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, hugging her close. Then he picked up another towel.
“Are you hungry, baby?”
She looked up into the bathroom mirror, encountering his gaze. He stood behind her, using a towel on her hair, sopping up most of the moisture. Totally naked, she liked the look of them together.
“I’d like a piece of toast,” Jenny said. They’d had supper with a slew of Benedicts at Angel’s the night before, but she never really ate heartily when she was at the roadhouse.
“That sounds really good,” Parker said.
He waited while she worked a comb through her hair. She didn’t want to turn on the hairdryer. Dale was sleeping soundly, and she didn’t want to awaken him. Then Parker took her hand and led her out of the bathroom, past his still sleeping brother. He snagged his boxers and tossed her his tee shirt.
She slid the garment over her head and followed him downstairs. Parker handled the toast while she prepared a couple of cups of cocoa.
“I don’t midnight-snack too often,” Jenny said. “But when I do, buttered toast is my go-to craving.” She popped the last bit into her mouth. It had tasted so good. She sipped her cocoa and closed her eyes as it warmed her all the way down.
“You can bet that with four brothers, late-night foraging was not uncommon in our house.” Parker said. “Especially when we were teens—Marcus was older than the rest of us by a few years. By the time Dale and I hit thirteen, Lewis was fifteen, Gary seventeen, and Marcus in his early twenties. All of us were growing boys, really, and constantly hungry.” Parker grinned. “It wasn’t until I was older that I realized Mom kept the fridge stocked with food for those raids. Boys,” he said, “really do eat a hell of a lot.”
“Do men eat a hell of a lot, too?” Never one to tease or flirt easily, Jenny found, with Parker and Dale, the urge to do so was nearly instinctive.
“We do…but we don’t always waste our appetites on mere food.” The look in his eyes, and the way his cock tented his boxers, told her his appetite for food may have been sated but another craving had not yet been met.
“You look like a man who wants dessert.” She knew exactly what he had in mind. She was about to put a twist on it. “Me, too. So what do you say, handsome? Wanna munch on each other?”
“Absolutely.”
Parker lifted her into his arms and carried her into the living room. He laid her on the thick carpet then shucked his shorts. For what was going to happen next, she didn’t need to lose the shirt, which was the only garment she had on. Parker grinned then came down beside her on her right, his feet resting on the rug beside her head.
“You read my mind.” Jenny grinned, rolled onto her side, and inched closer.
“Good. In return, you can blow mine.”
“That doesn’t look like your mind, lover. Though it does seem to have one of its own. Oh look, it’s waving at me.”
“Smartass.”
“Admit it, you love it.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Parker blew hot air on her pussy, and she swore her pussy lips tried to reach out and grasp him. Then he put his arm around her hips and drew her closer. She ran one finger along the length of his cock. A tiny pearly drop emerged, and she licked her lips.
Grinning, she leaned in and licked him, stealing that drop, then placed some heated breath of her own where her tongue had been. He shivered.
“It almost looks too good to eat,” she said.
“It’s not.”
“Are you sure? Because it’s looking pretty perfect just as it is.”
“Don’t talk with your mouth full.”
“My mouth’s not full.”
“It should be.”
He had a point. Figuring she’d teased him enough, she closed her lips over his cock and drew him into the cavern of her mouth. He groaned, gently thrust his hips, and then opened his mouth on her cunt.
Humor fled, replaced by a hunger so huge, so urgent, there was no room for anything else. She tongued and suckled and cupped. He lapped and kissed and nipped. Gently squeezing his balls, she devoted herself to pleasuring even as she received pleasure.
No finesse, no languid forays or gentle teasing now. This was a need, a raging need to give, to take, to grab ecstasy with both hands and never let go. So she gave and she took and she soared.
And she came. Wave after wave of bliss bathed her within and without. They flew together in this sanctuary moment, Jenny and one of her lovers, free and safe and whole.
Chapter Seventeen
“Thank you, sweetheart. I’ll pass the word.”
Kate Benedict ended the call on her cell phone and then focused on the young woman sitting in one of the guest chairs in her home office. “I’m afraid things are about to get entirely out of hand,” she said.
“Uh-oh. I don’t think I like the sound of that.”
Kate looked down at the note she’d just made as she’d spoken to her granddaughter, Kat Lawson Jessop. It was an old habit, carried on from when she’d been a practicing nurse. “One of my granddaughters, Veronica, is a published author. I also have a close friend who’s one, as well—Caressa MacFarland. I’ve spent time with both women, and I’ve learned a great deal about their craft and how to construct a story. I’ve learned a thing or two about all the little twists
