All Fired Up (DreamMakers) (19 page)

Where on earth was Lynn? What the hell was she—wait, there she was. Relief flooded him when he spotted her across the room, her long brown hair falling over one shoulder as she made her way back.

Beside him, Jack didn’t even try to pretend he wasn’t checking her out. His blue eyes swept over Lynn’s tight-fitting jeans and blue-and-white striped tank top, clearly liking what he saw.

“Damn, she really is pretty,” Jack remarked.

Parker’s shoulders stiffened. “Quit ogling my woman.”

“Meow.” His buddy grinned widely. “Did you say that to Dean the night you two banged—”

“Shut it.”

Jack wisely chose not to finish his sentence, and Parker was unsettled by the rush of possessiveness that had seized his chest. He might have shared Lynn with Dean that first night, but the thought of a repeat performance, with Dean or anyone else, curled his hands into fists. Lynn Davidson was
his
, or at least that’s what the caveman inside him kept insisting.

“Is that for me?” Lynn gestured to the unopened beer on the table as she reached the two men.

“Yep.” He handed her the bottle, then hooked a thumb at Jack. “And this is Jack. He’s here now so we can go whenever you want.”

Smiling at the newcomer, she twisted off the beer cap and took a quick drink. “You might not have to stay at all,” she told Jack. “I got you guys so much information I’m demanding a fruit basket for my efforts.”

The men grinned. “All right, let’s hear it,” Parker said.

She glanced around to make sure Immi Duncan wasn’t in earshot, but the woman and her friends were no longer in their vicinity—they’d taken up residence on the other side of the room, rapt attention focused on an Asian woman who was walking an honest-to-God tightrope ten feet above them.

“Okay, first off, let me go on the record and say I don’t think it’s her boyfriend who’s hopelessly unromantic,” Lynn huffed. “I mean it, the girl has the strangest concept of romance. You know what her idea of a dream restaurant is? Sensory deprivation! She wants to eat at one of those places where it’s pitch dark so you can really appreciate the texture and flavors of the food.”

Jack snorted.

“I think we can manage that,” Parker said slowly. “What else?”

“She likes long walks on the beach—”

His expression brightened. “Okay, well, that’s a nice, normal activity we can work wi—”

“—only during a crescent moon and when it’s low tide so she can search the sand for any bottles that might have floated to shore,” Lynn finished. “On a related note, her favorite book and movie are
Message in a Bottle.
”

“Oh.” Parker rubbed his temples. “I guess we can try to plan something around that as well.” He turned to Jack. “Can you Google moon and tide cycles?”

“Sure.” His partner looked as if he was fighting laughter. “People are weird, huh?”

Lynn snickered loudly. “Hey, I didn’t even get to the part about her blog. Want to know what it’s called?”

“Not really,” Parker said, sighing.

“
Elevator Music:
Musings and Reviews
.” Lynn’s blue eyes danced. “She visits elevators all over the city, then muses about and reviews the music in them. But she says there’s a shocking amount of elevators that don’t play music
at all
.” Lynn smirked at Parker. “So how did I do?”

He had to smile. “You’ve just been promoted to level two reconnaissance. Good work, soldier.”

“Why, thank you.” She looked around the dimly lit room. “With that said, can we go? Maybe it makes me a total dork, but this really isn’t my scene.”

“Not mine either,” he admitted. “Jack, can you stick around and find out a few more details?”

“No prob.” The man cocked a brow. “Unless you two want to invite me to join you…”

“Nope, not in the slightest,” Parker answered cheerfully. “Later, Jack.”

“It was nice meeting you!” Lynn called as Parker practically dragged her away from his buddy, whose low chuckles wafted from behind them.

They were halfway to the door when Lynn leaned up on her tiptoes and murmured into his ear, “He’s really cute.”

Parker’s grip on her hand tightened. “You think so?”

“Oh yeah. Maybe we
should
have invited him to come with us.”

He froze, his gaze zeroing in on hers. “Is that what you want?”

A secretive smile stole over her face. “Well, I’ve already seen Dean naked, so why not Jack? We can make it a perfect trifecta, if you will.”

For ten seconds he wavered, wondering if she was serious. She couldn’t be serious. No fucking
way
was he going to let anyone…

The corners of her lips twitched. Troublemaker.

“You’re messing with me,” he grumbled.

Her laughter echoed between them. “Of course I am. But I have to admit, it’s fun seeing you get all growly and possessive.”

“You want growly and possessive? How’s this?”

Before she could blink, he tugged her toward the narrow corridor to their right instead of continuing to the front door. The fluorescent lights were a stark change from the barely-there lighting in the main room, but made it very easy to spot the room marked
Supplies
. Parker wasn’t entirely sure what had gotten into him as he hauled Lynn into the minuscule room and promptly locked the door behind them. As darkness enveloped them, he yanked her into his arms and kissed her hard, determined to wipe all thoughts of Jack’s cuteness out of her pretty head.

“Me,” he mumbled against her lips. “You’re only allowed to be with me.”

She pulled away an inch. “
Allowed
? I’m not sure I like this alpha side of you.”

“Oh yeah?” With a smirk of challenge, he deftly unsnapped her jeans and slipped his hand inside. “Look at that—you’re wetter than you’ve ever been, sweetheart. I think that means you like this side of me very, very much.”

A soft sigh escaped her lips when he rubbed over her silky panties. “Fine, maybe it’s a bit of a turn-on. No man has ever…
claimed
me before.”

Parker dipped his head and kissed her again, his tongue stroking hers in a sensual caress. He cupped one breast with his free hand while the other continued to toy with her clit, feeling her panties grow damper and damper beneath his palm.

A groan lodged into his throat. “I need to fuck you.”

She breathlessly broke the kiss with a startled squeak. “Now? Here?”

“Now and here,” he muttered, already reaching for his zipper.

This was insanity. He didn’t go around screwing women in supply closets, at least not anymore. Not when he was nearing thirty and no longer a horny twenty-year-old who was DTF anytime, anywhere. But lust had clouded his brain, and his cock ached like a motherfucker, having completely forgotten about all the hot sex he and Lynn had already had today.

All Parker knew was he needed to be inside his woman
now.
Needed to show her he was the only man she’d ever need.

Breathing hard, he eased her jeans off her delectable ass, then yanked on his own waistband as Lynn hurriedly slipped out of one pant leg. She fumbled in her purse before pressing a condom into his palm, and he had it rolled on in no time, his shaft impossibly hard as he spun Lynn so she faced the wall. His eager hand pushed aside the crotch of her panties, and she bent forward to brace her hands on the wall at the same moment he drove into her from behind.

“Oh
hell
,” he mumbled, seeing stars thanks to the tight grip of her pussy.

Moaning, she bore down harder, and his vision went hazier, his hips moving faster.

“You drive me crazy.” Her whispered words stoked the fire in his groin, sending him closer to the edge.

“Uh-uh,
you
drive
me
crazy,” he murmured, stroking her hips as he pumped into her. “I’m so close, babe. The second I get inside you, I’m ready to burst.”

“Good. Because I’m even closer,” she breathed. Her perfect ass wiggled as she met his hurried thrusts, her hand between her legs, furiously rubbing her clit. “
So
close. I’m…going…to…come…like right
now
.”

He felt the instant her orgasm hit, because her pussy clenched around him and her sweet moan of release reverberated in the dark room. There was nothing he loved more than making Lynn come, and as always, her orgasm set off his own. A wave of ecstasy crashed into him, tightening his balls and triggering a mind-blowing climax that made him gasp.

His chin fell onto Lynn’s shoulder, chest heaving as his release filled the condom. Lord, he wished he was coming inside her, feeling her inner walls ripple over his cock as he marked her with his seed. The mess would have totally been worth it for the extra sensation of going bare.

Not that he was complaining—he could honestly say this quickie in the club was one of the hottest encounters of his life. And he could tell Lynn enjoyed it too, because she was grinning as they quickly rearranged their clothing.

“I love recon,” she declared.

I love you
, he almost blurted out, but swallowed the words at the last second. It was way too soon for that kind of confession, and even if it weren’t, there was no way in hell he was professing his love in a goddamn supply closet of a circus club.

Parker tossed the condom in the wastebasket near the door, smiling when he noticed Lynn’s silver-blue eyes twinkling in the shadows. She looked sated and happy.

“Ready to go?” she said, still smiling as if she’d won the lottery. “Or do you want to ravish me again?”

He brushed a kiss over her lips. “Let’s save the next round of ravishing for my bedroom.”

“Perfect.” Lynn curled against him for another brief moment.

As they ducked out of the room, Parker held her hand tightly, guiding her into the darkness where a million stars sparkled overhead. If there were ever a time to wish on a shooting star, he figured this would be it.

A perfect moment to make a wish for forever.

Chapter Twelve

The butterflies in his gut had progressed past tangoing to shooting off warning salvos over his kidneys.

He’d dealt with death. With freezing cold and scorching hot. Been chewed on by rodents and blooded by mosquitoes the size of birds. He’d gone into situations where he hadn’t known if he’d come out alive, and yet the sensation dogging him tonight was more intimidating.

And all he faced was an evening on the town with the woman he was falling in love with.

“You sure you don’t need a drink?” Jack taunted.

“Shut up.”

His partner leaned on the limo, adjusting the sleeves of his rented jacket. His grin was as loud as a shout. “You look like a dead man walking, not someone headed to grab your girl for a wild date.”

Fucker. “Drop it, Hunter. I don’t need the psychobabble.”

“Just saying.”

“You’d look good in a body bag, you know that?”

His buddy’s grin only got wider. “Hey, is that any way to talk to your chauffeur? I’m going out of my way to help make your night an out-of-this-world experience—”

“Because it’s your fault our regular driver isn’t available, so suck it up.”

Jack looked offended. “My fault? Hey, he’s supposed to keep his eyes forward, not on what customers are doing in the backseat. A man ignores the rules of the road at his own peril.”

“You booked him to drive the wedding party home.”

“So?”

“You failed to warn him it was a lesbian ceremony—”

“So?” Jack’s tone wavered, his amusement rising.

“—between nudists.”

“Still not my fault,” Jack insisted once he’d wiped the smirk off his face. “The bride and the bride were the ones who decided to get busy during the ride home. You can’t blame me for the driver getting suspended for weaving all over the road.”

Jack might be right, but that didn’t make Parker any happier about hauling his partner in to help with the dream date he’d arranged for Lynn. Even though she’d been yanking his chain about fooling around with his buddies the other day, he still felt aggressively possessive.

And right now, he didn’t fucking care if Jack knew it.

“Put on your chauffeur’s hat and get your ass in the limo. Not a word to her, you understand? Nothing about how gorgeous she is, or about what she’s wearing. Hell, don’t even look at her.”

“Question.” Jack’s face epitomized innocence.

“Yes?” Parker said suspiciously.

“Do I have permission to jerk off later to the thought of you and your lady getting busy?”

“I’m this close to strangling to you.” Parker jabbed a finger at his buddy. “In the limo. I’ll be right back.”

The entire walk to Lynn’s apartment Parker kept adjusting his tie. The tight knot lay uncomfortably against his rapidly beating pulse. A pulse that only increased in tempo when she opened the door to his knock.

Shimmering blue silk covered her curves, the clinging fabric wrapped around the body he now knew every inch of in intimate detail. She’d pulled her hair into a fancy do, two long shining strands left loose to frame her face. Her sparkling eyes, the same stunning color as the fabric enveloping her, drew him in, and not even the low swoop of the bodice over her perfect breasts dragged his attention away.

“Hello, gorgeous.” He stepped through the doorway and took her into his arms because there was no way he could resist.

Their lips met, her fingers curling around his neck and driving into his hair. The sweet kiss he’d intended to give her heated up far too rapidly, and if he wasn’t careful they would not only miss their reservation, but they might not even make it out of her apartment.

Fortunately she had more control than him. Lynn tugged the back of his head, dragging their lips apart far enough he breathed in her contented sigh. Their lips brushed as she spoke.

“You clean up nice, as well,” she teased. “I like your monkey suit.”

The shared memory made them smile.

Getting to the restaurant passed in a blur, although he could tell she was suitably impressed by the limousine. Miraculously, Jack kept his mouth shut, and it seemed only moments later he and Lynn were ushered into a decadent leather loveseat, the curved seat tucked behind an elegant table in one of the most exclusive dining establishments in the Bay Area.