All Fired Up (DreamMakers)

by Arend, Vivian

  After being eaten up by his gaze? She was ready for damn near anything. They could have put her in a parachute and pushed her from a plane as long as he kept staring at her like that, all hungry-like. “Hell, yeah.”

  On her other side, Dean smoothed his palm up her neck, cupping the back of her head as he threaded his fingers into her hair. “Take a deep breath, then lick,” he ordered in a deep growl.

  Jeez. Lynn squeezed her legs together, hard, then followed his command. She inhaled, the side of her breast rubbing Parker’s arm as he lifted her hand to her mouth. His pupils darkened as she put her tongue to her skin, and she swore she could taste him there.

  The fingers in her hair tightened as Dean twisted her toward him. He held the shot glass to her lips and she tilted her head back, fiery heat roaring down her throat.

  She knew how this ended—with the sharp, citrus bite of lime to cool the sting. Only when Dean rotated her toward Parker, instead of a slice of fruit, the man leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

  Lynn opened her mouth in surprise, and he took total advantage. His tongue stroked in, and with it, a burst of lime. Not that this was cooling. Instead, the lingering burn of alcohol was consumed in an explosion of sexual heat as Parker increased the pressure, his lips firm on hers. Demanding a response as he ravaged her mouth. Stealing her ability to think, to breathe, to do anything but soak in the pleasure. His teeth sank into her lower lip for a brief second before he pulled away, burning her with his lust-filled stare.

  She sucked in air, her lungs and mouth filled with far more of his flavor than the cut of the tequila. “Wow. Okay, I can see I’ve been doing it all wrong for years.”

  Dean’s thumb caressed the side of her neck. “You’d better try a few more times. Practice makes perfect.”

  Lynn glanced into the bar, but no one was watching them. They were tucked far enough to one side to offer at least the illusion of privacy. Two more shots sat on the table, and the waitress was approaching.

  Was she drunk? Lynn checked herself. No, everything she was doing was of her own free will. It looked as if the evening was moving toward a personal first, and hallelujah, she was ready. “You guys haven’t taken your shots.”

  “I need your help,” Parker rumbled, his deep voice rolling up her spine and making her nipples tighten. “Look at me.”

  He cupped her chin, thumb rubbing softly over her bottom lip where he’d nipped her. “Open for me,” he commanded.

  His finger slipped over her lips and into her mouth, and she instinctively closed around him and sucked.

  The flash of salt spilled over her tongue as he groaned, eyes dark as he pulled his thumb free and dove back in for another kiss. Her head was spinning when he finally pulled away and shot the liquor, his breathing hard and fast.

  Her breathing was none too steady either, as if all the oxygen in the room was being burned up by their sexual energy. And with every drink, something changed, so she could never anticipate what they’d do next.

  Instead of putting the salt in her mouth, Dean licked her neck, twirling his salty fingers over the sensitive spot on her nape before moving in and licking her clean. Parker laid a hand on her leg, stroking his fingers against her inner thigh lightly in a way her body couldn’t ignore.

  She reached for her second shot, but Dean stopped her, putting the liquid in his mouth then kissing her senseless, the alcohol on his tongue less intoxicating than the intimate caress.

  Fifteen minutes later Lynn was on fire from the inside out. She’d been kissed and caressed constantly, and she wasn’t just sticky from salt and lime juice. She caught hold of their wrists, trapping them in place as she fought for air. “Mercy. I need— Oh God.”

  Another hot kiss pressed to the side of her neck. “You okay, sweetheart?” Parker asked before destroying her a little more with his teeth on her earlobe.

  “Take me home.”

  The words shot out fast and frantic, and obviously totally misunderstood as both men instantly withdrew their touch.

  “No problem,” Dean promised. “You’re safe. You’re in charge.”

  Lynn shook her head, desperate for them to understand. “No, I mean, take me home because I’m dying here. I need… I need…”

  Courage, don’t fail me now.

  She turned to Parker, not even sure until that moment, but suddenly knowing he was the one she wanted to hand control to. “I need you to take me home and fuck me. Both of you.”

  She didn’t even have time to fall over from embarrassment before an enthusiastic “Hell, yeah,” rose from behind her. Dean was already off his stool and moving around the table, but Parker remained motionless, returning her gaze as if he were looking into her soul.

  “One question. How much did you drink before we got here?”

  “Two shooters. I’ve had three drinks all night, that’s it, because Dean stole my last two shots.” She shook her head wildly. “I’m not drunk, I swear, except maybe drunk on you.”

  Then, thank goodness, his smile returned. “Good.”

  Her legs weren’t wobbly from too much liquor but from sexual heat boiling in her veins. She needed Parker’s arm around her to make it from the room, but it wasn’t as if he actually let her catch her breath.

  He stopped her outside the bar door, the cooler night air barely registering on her bare skin. She looked up and saw his expression had turned serious again.

  “What’s wrong?”

  He stroked her cheek. “Nothing. Just making sure you know as hot for you as we both are, you get uncomfortable at any time, you tell us to stop, and we’ll stop.”

  Lynn tangled her fingers in the long hair at the back of his neck, tugging him toward her. “I know. I trust you.”

  She initiated the kiss this time, hungry for more of him. The full length of his strong body pressed against her, his arousal a solid rock to her belly.

  A second later she was wrapped in heat as Dean stepped behind her, lips tasting her neck as his body sealed her tighter to Parker.

  “We moving this indoors soon?” Dean mumbled against her skin. “Not that I mind starting here…”

  His hands snuck up her sides, heated palms to the sides of her breasts.

  “Car, now,” Parker ordered.

  With ruthless military efficiency, they guided her to the backseat of a sleek black SUV, with Dean pressed beside her and Parker staring in the rearview mirror as if he were an addict craving another hit.

  “Address?”

  Dean undid her top pants button the instant she’d finished answering Parker.

  “What are you doing?” she squeaked.

  Seconds later she was positioned over Dean’s thighs, her butt nestled on his groin, her pants open with his hand sneaking under her plain-Jane white panties. “We have duties to perform. Parker has to drive. I have to make you come.”

  His other hand twisted her head so their lips could meet, blocking her view of Parker’s face. Too much pleasure enveloped her to regret that much. Right now it was all about Dean’s firm kiss, his tongue doing wicked things to her mouth as his fingers slipped over her mound and found her clit.

  It must have been easy to find, because the damn thing was throbbing hard enough to shake the car.

  “Hmm, babe. So nice and wet.” Dean spoke against her cheek as he parted her labia and stroked her intimately.

  “You plan on reciting a constant play by play?” Parker demanded. “I’m dying up here.”

  “She’s so soft, bro. And wet. And fucking hot.”

  Lynn squirmed as Dean played with her clit, tight circles with the perfect pressure to make her go off in record time. Oh God, so close already…

  A whimper of dismay escaped as his hand vanished.

  “Shh. I need to taste you.”

  “Goddamn it, Dean.” Parker took a corner hard enough tires squealed.

  Dean lifted his hand, smiling at the moisture on his fingers before he slipped them into his mouth and groaned in approval. “She’s sweet
, Parker. Fucking perfect.”

  “I’m going to kill you. I swear I am.”

  Lynn was ready to kill Dean herself. Only the timely return of his talented fingers stopped her from complaining bitterly. And then all complaints were impossible because Dean gave her no mercy, stroking her perfectly to bring her roaring to a peak. He was totally focused on her until the tingling pressure of orgasm rushed up and swept over her.

  Lynn cried out in pleasure, lifting her head to discover Parker leaning over the back of the seat, his gaze fixated on her face. They were stopped at a red light, though her brain was too foggy to pay much attention to their surroundings.

  “God, you’re beautiful when you come.” Absolute conviction in the words.

  Her entire body was flushed with heat. She lay in the lap of one man who had stroked her to completion, while another man watched. And all she could think was she wanted more.

  “Then I’d better come a few more times,” she whispered.

  Parker nodded seriously. “I guess you’d better.”

  Chapter Six

  Lynn’s apartment was dark when the three of them strode inside. As she dropped her purse on the hall table, Parker searched her face for any hint she’d changed her mind during the short car ride over, but a haze of lust continued to swirl in her eyes.

  She still wanted this.

  Thank frickin’ God. Because his close-to-exploding cock would never forgive him if he didn’t give it the relief it craved.

  Beside him, Dean looked as sexually charged as he felt. A glance at his buddy’s cargo pants revealed the thick bulge beneath his zipper, which only thickened further when Lynn paused in front of them and started playing with the edge of her braid.

  She was so beautiful Parker could spend the rest of his life staring at her. Perfect breasts rose and fell beneath the tight fabric of her tank top. Her light blue eyes shone in the sliver of moonlight seeping into the hall from the living room.

  He couldn’t wait to touch her. No, forget touching. He was going to lick every square inch of her golden skin until she was moaning and begging to be fucked.

  “Where’s the bedroom?” he growled.

  Her throat bobbed as she visibly swallowed. “Do you want a drink first? I’ve got water, soda, coffee, tea, um…smoothies? I know I have a Magic Bullet somewhere—um, you know, the blender from all those infomercials? My parents got it for me for Christmas. I haven’t really used it, but if you guys want smoothies, I can try to…um…make some.”

  A smile lifted the corners of Parker’s mouth. He found her nervous babbling completely enchanting.

  “I think we’ll pass on the smoothies,” he said with a chuckle. “Dean?”

  “Thanks, but I’m not very thirsty.” Dean’s lips quirked. “I’m pretty hungry, though.”

  She snapped upright. “I can make you something to eat—”

  “For you,” Parker cut in. “We’re hungry for you, babe.”

  “Oh.” A blush rose on her cheeks.

  “Absolutely famished,” Dean concurred. “With that said, we can either walk to your bedroom together, or…” A wicked gleam lit his eyes. “How about we make a little game of it? You get a ten-second head start before we come chasing after you.”

  She looked intrigued.

  “And to make it even more interesting, you have to leave us a trail of naughty breadcrumbs,” Dean drawled.

  “What kind of trail?” she asked slowly.

  Parker met her eyes, then very obviously moved his gaze to her chest. “Hmmm. Her shirt would make a great breadcrumb, don’t you think, Dean?”

  Dean nodded. “Very good idea, bro.”

  Lynn went quiet before, ever so slowly, her hands moved to the bottom of her tank top.

  Her hesitation was so strong, but right when Parker thought she might back down, an impish smile filled her beautiful face.

  “I guess it would be kinda rude of me if I didn’t make sure you found the bedroom okay,” she murmured.

  As both men watched, she drew the fabric over her chest, revealing a white bikini-style bra that made Parker’s mouth water more than any skimpy, lacy lingerie ever could. Lynn’s gaze focused downward, her fingers trembling as she raised the shirt higher. But when she glanced up again, the heat burning in her eyes was unmistakable.

  “Ten seconds, huh?” she said.

  They both nodded.

  She pulled the shirt over her head and dropped it on the hardwood. “You’d better start counting.”

  And then she was gone.

  Parker swallowed, turning to Dean with a pained expression. “Has it been ten seconds yet?”

  His buddy snickered. “Hasn’t even been one. Can anyone say overeager?”

  “Right, like you’re not dying to sprint after her.”

  He appreciated a woman who was adventurous between the sheets, but having Lynn step out of her comfort zone was even more attractive. There was nothing more aggravating than sleeping with someone who lay there and expected you to do all the work, or who balked at the suggestion of trying anything other than the missionary position.

  Her willingness to be more daring than usual made him all the more determined to make the evening explosive for her.

  “And…ten,” Dean murmured.

  The two men bounded forward. Their eagerness might have been comical, but Parker wasn’t worried about coming off as desperate.

  He was worried about coming, period.

  And making Lynn come.

  Over and over again.

  They found her jeans in the living room, a tangle of denim on the floor, silver button winking in the shard of light slicing through the gap in the curtains.

  Five steps away, they were greeted by an ankle sock. Five steps later, the other sock.

  In the doorway of the shadowy hallway, Parker glimpsed Lynn’s bra dangling from the edge of a framed photograph of a field of pale blue flowers.

  His breath lodged in his lungs as he realized she was topless. Lord. He couldn’t wait to see her breasts. Couldn’t. Fucking. Wait.

  The hall boasted four doors, three of which were closed. Parker quickly used his deduction skills, eliminating the narrowest one—clearly a linen closet—and the open door to his left, the bathroom.

  Which left two, but there was no puzzle as to which one contained their prize.

  “Oh Jesus, I’m two seconds from exploding,” Dean mumbled as they stared at the white panties on the floor.

  Parker reached for the doorknob. His heart pounded as he stepped into the bedroom, eyes blinking to adjust to the sudden glow of light. She’d turned on the bedside lamp, which meant it was impossible not to see the naked woman on the bed.

  With her knees drawn up and her arms wrapped around them, it wasn’t exactly the most provocative position on the planet, but from Lynn, he would take it over a pinup-girl pose any day. Her shyness in combination with her amazingly naked body was perfect for her. Inspiring.

  So inspirational his cock was at full salute and raring to go.

  “Fuck,” he choked out. “You’re beautiful.”

  The smile she shot him was so sweet and so earnest, his pulse galloped even faster. It only got faster yet when she slowly uncurled and presented every luscious inch, one bit at a time. His gaze roamed her slender body, memorizing every last detail. Her breasts were round and perky, tipped by dark-pink nipples that had puckered into tight buds. Her stomach was flat, hips flaring in a slight curve before narrowing into a pair of long, shapely legs. And between those legs…utter fuckin’ paradise.

  “You found me,” she whispered.

  “We sure did.” Dean dragged his tongue over his bottom lip. “I think we deserve a reward for our efforts, don’t you?”

  “Hmmm. Like what?”

  Parker barely recognized his own voice. “Open your legs.”

  Heat spiraled right down to the tip of his cock when she followed his instructions. Her pussy was perfection. Pink and delicate, with a thin stripe of hair ending jus
t above her slit. He got dizzy looking at it, the need to taste her tickling his tongue and clouding his senses.

  Dean saw the look on his face and grinned. “Parker wants to lick your pussy,” he told Lynn. “What are your thoughts on that, baby?”

  Her breath hitched. “That…might be all right.”

  “Might?” Parker said huskily. “Oh, you have no idea, do you?”

  With swift strides, he marched to the foot of the queen-sized bed, dropped to his knees, and yanked her by the hips, all the way to the edge of the mattress. She squeaked, the noise turning into a loud moan as he dipped his head and buried his face between her thighs.

  “Oh…God.”

  Just like that, he died and went to heaven. She tasted so good he never wanted to stop licking her, not even to come up for air. His tongue lapped up her sweetness, probing her wet entrance before returning to toy with her clit. He licked the sensitive nub, captured it between his lips, and sucked, and was rewarded by another throaty moan that vibrated through him and grabbed hold of his dick.

  He groaned when her hands tangled in his hair, finally lifting his head so he could glimpse her expression. The pleasure swimming there brought a rush of masculine pride, intensifying his need to make this woman come apart.

  Obviously Dean shared the thought, because he joined Lynn on the bed and wasted no time capturing one breast in his mouth.

  Her hips jerked off the mattress. “Oh my gosh. Oh gosh. Don’t stop doing that.” Her fingers tightened in Parker’s hair. “Both of you.”

  He chuckled as he picked up where he’d left off. He parted her folds with his fingers and gently suckled her clit again, while his other hand drifted lower, his thumb teasing the opening of her pussy. When he pushed inside her, she cried out and rocked her hips into his face.

  With Dean tending to her breasts and Parker working her pussy, it wasn’t long before she was squirming on the bed.

  “You’re close, aren’t you, baby?” Dean teased.

  Lynn groaned. “So close.”

  “Did you hear that, bro? Our beautiful Lynn is about to come all over your face.”