Page 110 of The Strike Zone

She arched back, pushing her tits into my face as she gripped my neck and rocked on my palm. I wanted to make this good for her, as good for her as she’d done for me.

Catching sight of it from the corner of my eye, I suddenly found a purpose for the stupid, pointless handheld shower I had never, ever used. Careful not to drop Scout, I leaned forward, switched it on, and held onto it. Her eyes tracked the movement as I hovered it directly above the apex of her thigh, right where she spread over me.

The first powerful hit of spray on her clit had her crying out, her head once more lolling back, and her walls clenching hard around my fingers, still twisting inside her.

“Oh god, Parker…”

From her groan, I could tell she was trying to stay quiet, and that wasn’t going to work for me. I wanted her loud.

Dipping my head, I ran my tongue around her taut nipple. “No one can hear you. Not with the shower running, too, you can scream my name all you want, Davison.”

“Ahh…Parker…yes.”

“Better.”

It was becoming too much not to join in; she was too close and I was too selfish to let her have this all to herself. I wanted her to squeeze my cock. Her pussy was so slippery I only needed to line her up and ease her down, before I was nestled right up to my balls. Her head was already lolling back as I worked her clit.

Her cries bounced off the tiles as the spray circled over her sensitive skin. Each swipe of the water powering across her skin had her pussy gripping me like a clamp as the pressure inside her built until she needed more.

Tossing the showerhead to the side, I gripped her hips and lifted her, over and over, driving up into her as her thighs shook violently. It only took another few seconds before her convulsions began for real, pushing us both over the edge.

She collapsed onto me, her body heaving as she tried to level her breathing, until all I could hear was the water still pummeling the tiles while the showerhead snaked across the floor, spraying everywhere, but I had no energy left to turn either off.

I reasonably wondered if we could stay here all night.

TWENTY-SEVEN

SCOUT

There’s something to be said about starting a day with morning sex.

The hottest guy on earth worshipping you, whispering enough dirty words that you shatter into a million little pieces as he cries your name out like it’s the answer to all his questions.

It’s exhilarating. Addicting. Ego boosting.

And entirely nerve wracking. Because then you have to come to terms with the fact you could quite easily be falling for this guy. You’re beginning to forget what life was like before he bulldozed into your life, taking over every spare second of every day, and pushing out any other thought in your brain until there’s no space for anything else.

Now, you’re getting dressed in his apartment-sized bathroom while he makes you coffee. It was the reason I was currently running on a high, while also being extra careful not to become overwhelmed, because that was a better word to describe how I was feeling.

Or tryingnotto feel.

Dropping the toothbrush back into my toiletry bag, I gave up attempting to flatten my hair out and pushed it back with a headband, reminding myself I should never go to bed with it wet. It was still kind of sticking up at all angles, but it would have to do.

Tugging on the sweater Parker had been wearing last night and taking one last look in the mirror, I followed the smell of coffee, but not before allowing myself a small smile at the soaking wet Lions shirt still on the floor of Parker’s shower.

I wasn’t sure what I’d expected turning up to Parker’s in his shirt, but I hadn’t expectedthat.

Opening his bedroom door, the sound of several voices provided the sober reminder we weren’t alone. I might have briefly seen Tanner last night, but after he’d disappeared to bed, and Parker and I had spent the next hour steaming up the shower, I’d all but forgotten that Parker lived with three other guys.

Which came to the second reason my belly had started somersaulting.

These were guys I saw on a daily basis,at my work.I mean, I knew they knew about mine and Parker’s secret, but it’s one thing having knowledge and quite another having it paraded in front of your face. Not to mention between the all-night sex marathon, and again this morning, I’d yet to find a good moment to tell Parker about us needing to stay on the DL for one more week…or however long this job was going to take.

I stepped out in the corridor and stopped.

Unless Tanner had become a ventriloquist overnight, there were at least two other people standing in the kitchen, having a high-stakes discussion over what sounded like breakfast.

“Bacon and maple syrup.”

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