Page 10 of Wanted: Forever (Murdock Brothers #3)

Parker

I stepped out of my underwear then back into the glass enclosure watching Cash undress before following me.

He reached around me, his forearm grazing the side of my breast as he turned on the taps.

Water fell round us from every angle. Above, a rain hood dropped a soft, soaking fall of warm water. Nozzles were embedded in the tile spraying my lower back that ached from the long night, the center of my back had been eternally sweaty since July started, but the one at my neck made me sigh.

He crowded into me and the whir of an automatic dispenser sounded then his scent lifted into the steam. He soaped every inch of me from toes to ears with astounding patience. I’d never been so turned on and cherished at the same time. My system in overwhelmed mode.

You like him.

I shut my eyes against the truth of it as he turned me around toward the nozzles. He cupped my breasts working each tip from soapy suds to clean until I was writhing back against him.

He was hard behind me. The length of him bobbed against my lower back. All I needed to do was step forward and lay hand on those tiles, stand on my toes, and he could slide inside me.

I’d also never had such a height difference between myself and a man. Usually, I was standing even with them in my stocking feet, but not Cash.

He overwhelmed me with each touch and the sheer size of him.

Not with fear.

With wanting more of it. Wanting all of it.

He wasn’t the man I should want.

Then his fingers slid down my belly to dive between my thighs and I swayed in his arms.

The steam in the shower left me fuzzy, then those fingers. God, those fingers.

I lifted my hand to tangle in his hair, as I pulled him down to my mouth.

This was where the height advantage worked in my favor.

I craned my neck to get to him. The kiss was messy and wet, but I was too far gone to care.

Thick fingers sunk inside of me again and again until the steam and the pleasure slammed together like a thunderstorm.

I cried out and he caught each moan with his mouth until I was a shaking mess.

He slapped the water off and swept me up into his arms again. He strode out of the warm bathroom into his room and the swift temperature change maxed me out. Goosebumps washed over me, and even my pussy tightened with the extreme difference.

He whipped his blankets down and set me in the cool cotton lake of his bed.

I rose onto my elbows. “We’re getting the bed wet.”

“It’s going to be wet anyway. I plan on fucking you until we need to go back into the shower and wash off the sweat.”

I lifted my foot and urged him closer. “I’ll hold you to that.”

He covered me as he reached for the small bedside table. Blind, he fumbled with the drawer, all the while his lips were on mine until we were both laughing.

I snatched the condom out of his hand and cupped his length. “This needs to be inside me.”

“Forceful Parker is back.”

I grinned and it took me a minute to line up the tip of his cock with the condom. I hadn’t really gotten a good look at him before. Just the teasing swipes against sweaty skin, but now my mouth watered as I stroked the latex down his length. “Goddamn, sir.”

His storm gray eyes went blind as I drew him between my thighs.

We groaned in unison as he slid his thick head between my folds. I was wet as hell, but he was thick and proportional to say the least. I hissed as I tried to relax and take him.

His arms shook on either side of my head and he dipped his head to groan against my neck. “Parker.”

He was stone still, waiting to make sure I was good.

I didn’t think I was.

Not all alone, I wasn’t.

“Let go, Cash. I need you to move.”

I gripped his ass and felt the bunching of his muscles.

“Parker, you’re so hot and tight.” His voice was little more than a rumble. “If I let go...”

I wrapped my legs around his hips and yanked him down. I wrapped around him and lifted my hips. “Fuck, so deep.”

He lowered down onto his elbows and lightly rolled his hips until he was completely seated. “Now it’s deep. God, you take me so good.”

I arched under him, my skin on fire and my blood seemed to fizz in reaction. He slowly pulsed inside of me until I was so insane I couldn’t think.

“More.” I gripped his shoulders, unable to articulate what I needed, only knowing that this fullness was not enough to get me over again.

He drew back until he was all the way out of me. Until he could watch as he slammed into me. I wrapped my arms around him, his name a chant as he pounded into me with a relentless fierceness that lifted me out of myself until there was nothing but our slapping skin.

The sweat and friction unlocked all the worry and stress of the previous few days and released it out of my body with an orgasm so complete that I could barely breathe around it.

His arms slid under me, cupping my shoulders as he slowed the insane thrusts until they were back to pulses. His breathing just as labored as mine until he ground me down into the bed with a growl of his own. I tunneled my fingers through his hair to hold his face against my neck.

His entire weight fell down on me and I gasped out his name.

“Sorry.” He rolled us both until his arms were splayed out across the entire width of the bed, flat on his back.

I curled along his side as my thundering heart finally eased until there was nothing but the sound of our breathing and the whirring ceiling fan above us.

I didn’t remember falling asleep, but the next thing I knew the daylight was gone and I was alone in his big bed.

I winced when I lifted my head.

It pounded with lack of water and food.

I opened one eye again to find a large water bottle on the bedside table. I rolled over and still had to crawl to get it. I wasn’t sure what kind of bed it was, but it was big enough for five people. I sat up against the headboard and drained the whole damn thing.

Nature called immediately after. I was sticky and sore and decided to give his shower another spin.

Ten minutes later I felt marginally more human.

I stole one of his T-shirts from his stack of clean laundry.

The cut off sleeves left half my breasts on display, but I didn’t think that was a bad thing.

I raided the bedside drawer before I padded out of his bedroom and down the hall.

His house was incredible. A true testament to his artistry with building.

The walls of his hall were a soft dove gray loaded with framed photos and a few movie posters that made me grin.

Evidently Cash was a fan of Kurt Russell.

That didn’t surprise me.

The old 80’s movie, Big Trouble in Little China , proudly hung beside a fishing photo of him and Sully. Tombstone and Escape From New York at the end before it opened up into his living room.

The scent of bacon made my mouth water. The television was on low with a sports program filling the football field sized television.

Instead of bachelor chic, his living room was a mixture of big couches and throw blankets that were made for naps and snuggling up with a movie or TV show.

A pair of bookcases were crammed with books, both paperback and hardcover, on either side of the TV.

The whole space was open and I could see right into the kitchen.

A laptop sat on the island and Cash was at the stove wearing only a pair of boxers.

Damn, that back was a piece of art. I dropped the condoms on the table that butted up against the back of the largest couch.

I padded into the room and slid my hands along the sides of his waist.

He grinned down at me. “Hey, sleepyhead.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. I passed the hell out.”

“Was a long day.” He lifted his arm to curl me against his chest. His eyebrows lifting at my wardrobe. He skimmed a finger down the side of my breast with interest. “We both crashed after we broke the sound barrier with those orgasms.”

I laughed and hid my face in his smooth chest. “No lies detected.”

He chuckled, tucking his fingers into the shirt to cup my breast. “I didn’t have much in the fridge. BLT’s okay with you?”

I hissed out a groan as he tugged lightly on my nipple. “More than.”

He lowered his mouth to mine and moved down to cup my ass. He groaned when he found only skin. “I could get used to this.”

I laughed and filched a piece of bacon from his plate, humming around a bite. “Starving.”

He nipped the last bit from my fingers and slapped my ass. “How about you slice the tomato and I’ll get the rest ready?”

I yelped out a laugh with a nod. We quickly made two sandwiches each, landing on the big couch to scarf them down. Cash went back for another and I curled against him, full and content.

We ended up watching Big Trouble in Little China , because I hadn’t seen it since I was a kid. His hands wandered down my hip and thigh through the whole thing in a soothing gesture that kept me riled up instead of relaxed.

As the credits rolled, I climbed onto his lap and decided Cash was my dessert. My body was still primed for him and while still a bit sore, I wanted more of him. He grinned up at me as he stretched his arms along the back of the couch.

“Can I help you?”

“I believe so.” I squeezed his thighs until they were tight together, showing off my dessert. I licked my lips and cupped him through the soft cotton. “Do you like ice cream?”

He groaned as I tightened my grip. “Yes, why?”

“No reason.” I slid off his lap to the floor and his eyes followed me, his hips lifting when I tugged at his boxers.

“Parker,” his voice was little more than gravel.

I leaned forward, twirling my tongue around the crown of his dick. “Hmm?” I pushed his shaft up toward his belly to slowly lick the length of him then around the crown again. “My favorite kind of cone.”

“Shit.” He hissed as I tongued the sensitive bit under the flare of his head before taking him into my mouth. I drew a slow breath through my nose as I took him deep down my throat.

He lifted his hips and I watched his fingers grip the cushion until his knuckles were white.

I sucked harder, and he ground out my name until my clit pounded in reaction.His head fell back against the cushion, his chest heaving by the time I was done with him. I gripped the base of his shaft and climbed back up on him. I reached behind his head for the condoms I’d stashed.

“God, I love a woman who thinks ahead.” He ground out as I tightened my hold. “Fuck, you’re killing me.”

I leaned down and bit his lower lip. “Just wait.” I suited him up as he was pushing at the shirt I wore.

His eyes were storm gray as he gripped my ass, lifting me to take him.

“Best day off ever,” he said on a gasp as he drove up into me.

“Damn right.” I hung onto his shoulders as I rode him. “Fuck, you’re so big.” I gasped and didn’t complain when he speared up into me again, hard enough to make my teeth rattle.

I rode him just as hard until my fingers bit into his skin and he reared up to bite my neck and sucked.

Distantly, I swore. If he gave me a damn hickey like we were children I was going to—and then the thought died a vicious death as the orgasm tore through me and he scraped his shadowed chin along my pulse. It was some insane combination I didn’t know I needed.

I gripped the back of his head, bringing his mouth to my breast. He sucked hard enough that I saw stars, and the orgasm tumbled into another until the cozy room blurred into a sparkly gray.

I collapsed against him. “Best day off ever,” I mumbled against his shoulder.

He laughed and wrapped his arms around me. When he staggered to his feet, I squeaked.

He was still half hard inside of me.

“You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?”

“Guess not.”