All Fired Up (DreamMakers) (9 page)

Double swords for the win.

Maybe she had a little liquid courage in her veins, but pushing her forward even more was the pride Suz had expressed, and her BFF’s example of grabbing life with both hands.

“So, what’s the right way? You going to teach me?” Good Lord, was that husky, sex-soaked voice hers? “And are you both going to teach me, or does one of you like to watch?”

“Hot damn, babe. That was downright nasty.” Dean slipped his fingers through hers, lifted her hand to his lips, and pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

“Is nasty good?”

A second hand took possession of hers. Parker stroked her fingers as his thumb rubbed the inside of her wrist. “Better than good. We’ll both help you. I’ll start.” He brought her hand to his mouth and slowly licked the webbing between her thumb and forefinger. “Makes the salt stay in place.”

The wet heat also made tingles race up her arm so hard Parker could have been shoving her hand into an electric socket. “I can never coordinate the timing right,” she confessed, her words shaking slightly.

Dean lifted her shot glass. “Put yourself into our very capable hands.”

“We’ll take care of you,” Parker promised as he sprinkled a pinch of salt on her carefully balanced hand. His gaze drifted over her body, stroking her breasts and along the low neckline of her tank top. Rising to her neck where her heartbeat pulsed. Lingered briefly on her lips until he finally met her eyes. “You ready?”

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.