Page 70 of Sheltering His Second Chance

Making his way upstairs and into the bathroom, he stripped out of his dirty clothes, tossed them inside the basket then climbed into the hottest stream of water he could stand without scalding his skin. He stood under the spray until he felt every tense muscle on his body release some.

Hearing the rustling of the shower curtain, he opened his eyes and found Parker standing on the other side, holding a towel pressed against her body. “Care for some company, cowboy?”

Was he seeing things? Had he died and gone to heaven? He had half the mind to pinch himself. The sudden erection told him he was still alive.

He backed up in the small tub, giving her space. “My pleasure.”

She dropped the towel and exposed her naked beauty.Holy shit!He hardened so fast and furiously that his knees shook. In his adult life he’d seen a lot of naked women, some that could drive a man so mad he’d want to bite through a rusty nail. But Parker…damn, she didn’t make him want to bite anything. He wanted to lick and suck and revel in every inch of her from her neck, to her full, firm breasts, over her stomach, and down to the small patch of dark, downy hair between her inner thighs. He could practically taste her honey on his tongue already.

She took the bar of soap from the dish and began soaping his chest, his stomach, and bent to her knees to soap his legs. He almost felt a tad guilty that his hard rod pointed directly at her lips. She didn’t seem to mind though because she worked her way to his cock and used both hands to scrub him squeaky clean.

Looking up at him through her lashes, a delicious smile curved her lips a second before she wrapped them around his shaft. A blow job could always make a man forget all his troubles.

She pulled away, smiling.

“Is it my turn,” he croaked. He was surprised he even got those words out because he had no blood remaining in his head.

She stood from her crouching position and smiled like she knew exactly what she’d done to him. Handing him the soap, she chirped, “Will you get my back?” She lifted the ends of her long, damp hair.

“With pleasure.”

She faced the back of the shower and he journeyed his gaze down her slender frame and heart-shaped backside. He was wrong, he did want to bite something. Her rounded bottom enticed him, but he clenched his jaw. He wanted to take his time with her, explore her delicious curves. Give her pleasure. So, he started by soaping up his palms and using them to rub her back. He heard her moan that entwined with the thrumming of the water hitting his back. She released the hold on her hair and braced her hands against the wall as if she might tumble to the floor. He slowly moved his way down to that lovely ass. He cupped her backside, kneaded the flesh, and lowered to his knees so he could better watch his fingers that looked dark against her pale skin. Then he focused on the backs of her thighs, calves, and ankles.

She swiveled and he was at a perfect angle to dip his tongue in her sweet…

“Is that Chow barking?” she said.

He listened. The dog was alerting that someone was near the house. Raven wanted to ignore the intrusion, but after all the shit that had been taking place in town, he needed to stay vigilant.

“This can’t possibly be happening again,” he muttered.

“It’s okay. Go and see who it is.”

Reluctantly, he stepped out of the shower and didn’t bother drying off. He pulled on his sweats and took the stairs like a Viking heading into battle.

Chow was near the front door, the hair on his back raised and his tail ramrod stiff. Raven understood all too well.

He glanced through the window and saw Ophelia standing on the porch.

Could he ignore her?

Probably.

Then a second knock came, this time more frantic.

Shit.

He opened the door and instantly saw the worried lines around her mouth. He wasn’t sure if she was about to chew him out or cry.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but I need to speak to you about Jamie.” Her hands were clasped white-knuckle tight.

“Come in.” Raven couldn’t turn her away. They’d been friends for a lot of years. “Sit, Chow.” The dog sat.

She stepped inside the living room. “Are we alone?”

“I’m here.” Parker came down the stairs. She was fully-dressed and Raven felt a kick to his teeth.

“Oh, Parker. I didn’t know—”

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