Parker: A Reed Security Romance

by Giulia Lagomarsino

  I winced at Cazzo’s outburst. “I know. Don’t you think I know how bad this is?”

  “Are we talking a graze or through and through?”

  “It was a graze.”

  “That doesn’t fucking matter,” Derek said. “You can’t shoot the woman you’re fucking and then expect sexual favors when you make up for it by saving her life.”

  “I don’t know,” Hunter stroked his chin. “There has been a time or two that I’ve purposely done shit to Lucy, just because she was pissing me off, and then I swooped in to save the day just so I could get some head.”

  “What kind of stuff did you do to her?” Cap asked.

  “Nothing bad. I mean, mostly not bad. Like, there was this one time that she was nagging me-”

  “Which time?” Derek muttered.

  “I know, right? Anyway, she kept nagging me about something ridiculous, like painting the kitchen. Anyway, I got the stuff out and I may have done things in such a way to ensure that she would get covered in paint. Then I rushed in and made sure she got cleaned up. I cleaned up the mess and finished painting. Then I took care of her the rest of the night.” He huffed out a laugh. “She was so fucking grateful to me that I got it twice that night.”

  “Wait,” Rocco cut in, “let me get this straight. You purposely covered your wife in paint.” Hunter grinned and nodded along. “Then you had to clean up the mess you made and paint the room like she asked, making the job twice as long as it had to be, all so you could get head?”

  Hunter cocked his head to one side, considering all that. “I guess I didn’t really look at it that way.”

  “You do know that if you had just painted it the first time she asked, you probably would have gotten the blow job anyway, right?”

  Hunter glared at Rocco. “Well, I know now.”

  “That’s not what happened to me,” I pointed out. “This was all an accident. The question is, do I tell her that I accidentally shot her?”

  “Well, how does she think she got shot?” Derek asked.

  “Uh…she sort of thought that…” I cleared my throat, shoving my hands in my jean pockets. “She sort of assumed that it was the guys behind us.”

  “And you didn’t correct her?” Cap asked.

  “And pass up that opportunity?” Hunter snorted. He walked over to me and clapped me on the shoulder. “Dude, you got off easy. Take it and run.”

  “I agree,” Derek sighed. “Against my better judgement, I say let her believe it. What she doesn’t know can’t hurt her.”

  “But I’ll know. And she’s planning some really great shit for me. I mean, you should have heard some of the dirty things she whispered. Trust me, I’m getting really lucky. I mean, can I really take all the credit I’m going to get knowing that I shot her?”

  “You what?”

  My eyes slipped closed and I cringed at the sound of her voice. The other guys were looking anywhere but at me. I slowly turned around and gave a wonky grin. Fuck, I was so screwed. She looked pissed. Or constipated. Most likely pissed, though I didn’t have too much experience with either of the looks on the opposite sex, I wasn’t a complete moron.

  “So, you weren’t planning on telling me that you shot me?”

  I panicked. I didn’t know what else to say. “Yeah? Well, you shoved me through a window. Twice!”

  “So, it was payback? I didn’t know you when I shoved you through the window the first time. And the second time, you fucking jumped. Don’t blame this on me!”

  “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 wash
cloth 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. Please, fuck me,” I begged him.

  One finger slowly slipped inside me, fucking up into me. It was slow at first and then harder. I rocked my body against his, needing more.

  “Parker,” I groaned. “Give me what I need.”

  His low chuckle sent shivers down my spine, and then suddenly I was filled with two. Two thick, amazing fingers, pushing up into me, fucking me so good. Fucking me hard, fucking me like they were his cock. Oh, God. I moaned, and then his thumb was brushing on my clit, pinching and pushing me higher and higher.

  “Oh, God. Oh yeah,” I breathed heavily.

  “You want my cock, baby?”

  “Yes,” I said breathily. “Yes, I want it. I need it.”

  “You need my cock? Tell me how much you need my cock. Tell me how much you want my thick, hard cock fucking you,” he gritted out as he slowly slid both fingers in and out of me, teasing me to beg for more.

  “Yes, yes I do.”

  His fingers teased me and then his thumb was there, flicking at my clit. Oh, God, I felt like I was crashing over the edge. And then his cock brushed against the sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing against my pussy and stretching out my orgasm with just his touch. My eyes barely opened and I saw him staring intently at me with a hunger I only felt when I was with him.

  “Do it. Fuck me hard.”

  His cock thrust up inside me in one violent move that made me feel like I was splitting in two. I groaned and gripped onto his shoulders, needing him to steady me as he pushed me up against the wall. He gripped my leg and wrapped it around his waist as he fucked me up against the wall, harder with every thrust. I gripped his ass, feeling his muscles clench with every thrust. So fucking sexy.

  “Oh, God. That’s what I need.”

  “That’s what you need, baby? You want me to fuck you hard?”

  “Oh, so hard.”

  “Fuck that tight pussy. Feel those juices slide around my dick.”

  I moaned and nodded, needing more. He pinched my clit, “You want me to make you come again?”

  “Yes.”

  “You want me to fuck that pussy and make you scream my name?”

  “Pinch my clit. Do it. Please do it.”

  He pinched my clit hard and my juices started flowing, dripping down my legs as he fucked me harder. I groaned. He was fucking me so hard. It was raw. It was nasty. Oh, it was so dirty. And then I felt his finger move around to my ass, playing with my tight hole. A slight pressure had me squirming in his arms.

  “Do you like that too? Do you like thinking about my thick cock sliding inside your tight ass?”

  “Oh, God.”

  “Yeah? Oh, God, baby. I can feel you clenching around me now.”

  His finger slipped inside me and the pressure was too much. I thought I would burst. It was so weird, and then he started fucking me hard again, his fingers slipping inside harder with every thrust.

  “Fuck, baby. I’m gonna fuck that tight hole. I’m gonna fuck your ass and make you cream all over me.”

  “Oh, God, I want that,” I moaned.

  “I’m gonna fuck your ass so hard.”

  His hips slammed against me, pinning me to the shower wall as he kept whispering dirty words in my ear.

  “Yeah, yeah,” I panted.

  “I’m gonna fuck you so hard. I’m gonna take you in that other room and bend you over the bed and take this tight fucking hole. You’re gonna scream my name.”

  “Yes, oh, God.”

  “Is that what you want?”

  His hips pistoned against me, splitting me in two. He was fucking his cock up into me harder and faster.

  “Fuck. Fuck. Oh, fuck!” His finger was moving in and out of my ass so fast.

  “Fuck, baby. Fuck, Blake, I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”

  “Yes, fuck me hard!”

  His fingers were digging into my hips so hard as he fucked me harder. My back bounced off the shower wall with every thrust. I was screaming for him.

  “Fuck, fuck, Blake! I’m gonna come so hard in your pussy.”

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

  He jerked twice, stilling inside me as his finger kept fucking me in the ass. As his finger brushed against my clit, I came crashing down, my orgasm breaking me into a million pieces. I rested my head on his shoulder, completely spent. His harsh breaths fanned out over my head and his chest beat a wild rhythm against my palm. That was something I had only ever dreamed of experiencing and everything I wanted in my future.

  Parker pulled back, shaking his head slightly at me. “You’re fucking wild,” he said, almost in amazement. “I thought your pussy was going to strangle me.”

  I chuckled, resting my forehead against his chest. “Yeah, well, my pussy felt like it was being shredded by your monster cock.”

  He chuckled and lifted me into his arms, shutting off the water as he stepped out of the shower. I felt a soft towel draped over my shoulder and wrapped my arms around his neck.

  “This is nice,” I mumbled, feeling like I could go take a nap for a year. He laid me down on the bed and slowly worked the towel over my body, drying off my skin and then sliding the covers up over me. He started to get up, but I snatched his hand, pulling him back to me.

  “Stay.”

  He nodded and slipped in the other side of the bed, pulling me back against him. His heart had slowed to a normal pace and the steady rhythm lulled me to sleep.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Parker

  I laid in bed, just brushing my hand gently up and down her back. She had rolled into me sometime during the night and snuggled into my body. I woke up and wrapped her up in my arms, so fucking happy that I wasn’t sure I should believe any of it. It all felt too good to be true. I never thought I would be this happy. When I was in the military, I never thought much about what I would do when I got out. I didn’t look for anyone to spend my life with because I was focused on one thing, my career. Then that all went down the drain and a relationship with anyone just felt so distant.

  I felt that distance, even with my parents I knew they wanted to see me. I knew my brothers and sisters wanted to see me also. My youngest sister, Lizzy, was my little champion. She was always on my side, standing up for me against anyone that dared to say any nasty shit to me. In her eyes, I was her hero. I didn’t feel like a hero though. I felt like I had let them all down, and I didn’t want them having to pay for my supposed sins. People would believe what they wanted, and my family shouldn’t have to share in that shame. But Lizzy didn’t give up. While everyone else gave me space, Lizzy called me incessantly, irritating the fuck out of me because she wanted me to know that she was always on my side. And I did know it, but I hated that she fought this battle with me.

  So, I stayed away. I answered with the same generic answer every time. I was training to be a fighter and things were going good. It was false. Shit sucked right now, but I would do anything to make her think that I was alright. Because anything I said to her was passed along to the rest of my family. My brothers knew better. All it would take was one phone call, and they would know that I was drowning. So, I kept all communications strictly with Lizzy. I knew it was hurting them all, but I just couldn’t stand for them to know that I was fucked up and there was nothing they could do to help.

  But lying here with
Blake, I wondered if that was over. Maybe I could still be happy. Maybe the two of us could just forget all this shit and move on with life together. I would kill to have a woman like Blake in my bed every night, though I hadn’t realized it until now. We could move closer to my family and maybe I could open up my own business. It would be a struggle, but with someone like Blake by my side, the struggle would all be worth it.

  I sighed heavily and glanced down at the woman in my arms. It was all a dream. It was a really fucking great dream, but it wouldn’t ever be reality. We had already crossed too many lines to just walk away from the mess that we got involved in. Blake definitely couldn’t just walk away. The FBI was after her, and as soon as they found her, she would at the very least be dragged away for hours upon hours of questioning. At the worst, she could be thrown in jail. And I was a nobody. I had no way to fight on her behalf. Nobody would believe the word of a guy with a DD, and that was if I wasn’t already caught. After our stunt at the lab, chances were very good that my face was now out there and someone was coming for me.

  So, I did the only thing I could do right now. I ran my hands all over Blake’s body until I woke her up and then I kissed her everywhere, memorizing her moans as she took everything I gave her. It was all I could give her right now, but maybe someday I would be worthy of more. Maybe someday I would be worthy of her.

  “What are you thinking about?” Blake asked as I held her in my arms.

  “I was thinking about what I want when this is all over.”

  She shifted so she could look at me. “And what’s that?”

  I looked into her beautiful eyes and decided just to go for it. I had nothing left to lose at this point. What was the worst she could say?

  “I want you. I want to see where this can go.”

  “Do you think that’s even possible? I mean…” She sighed heavily, shaking her head. “I thought I was doing the right thing when I stole that information. I had this grand plan that I was going to find out what the senator was up to, and I was going to take him down. Now, I just don’t see any way to have a life. We can’t just hide out here forever.”