He leaned over and quickly retrieved a foil packet from his wallet on the nightstand. Within seconds, he’d rolled on the condom and was back centered between my legs. His mouth was again pressed to mine, our warm breaths mingled between our lips as he whispered, “You’re an evil, evil woman, Parker.”
A smirk crossed my lips as I teased. “What can I say? You bring out the wicked in me.”
Without responding, he drove inside me, hard and deep. Then the muscles in his arms became taut as he held up his weight and moved with slow, shallow thrusts. It felt incredible to have his body so close to mine, but I needed more. Sensing my struggle, he pulled back and drove into me again and again, dominating my body in the most primal way. It didn’t take Jared long to find that spot, which made every nerve in my body tingle. I dug my fingers into his back as he continued with the relentless rhythm he’d set, and with each shift of his hips, I could feel my climax building, burning through my veins.
“Don’t stop!” I cried as I tightened around him. He slid his hands underneath me, lifting me higher as he angled his position. His movements suddenly became rough and demanding as he took me deeper and harder, plunging into me again and again.
“That’s right, baby,” he growled as he continued with his punishing rhythm. My hands searched frantically for something to hold on to as the waves of pleasure began to roll through my body. I clutched his shoulders, and my head pressed into the mattress as my orgasm started crashing over me.
“Come with me,” he demanded, and my body complied.
He filled my entire being with overwhelming pleasure as I jolted beneath him, pulling him deeper inside me, wrapping my thighs like a vise around his hips. When his own climax took hold, he threw his head back and let out a deep, guttural groan as my sex clenched around him.
“Fuuuck—” he gritted out as his body trembled against mine. After several moments, he slowly eased off me to toss the condom in the trash before lowering himself down onto the bed next to me. I laid my head on the pillow and listened to the sounds of our erratic breathing slow into a steady rhythm. Goosebumps rose on my skin when his lips brushed across my shoulder and along the curve of my neck. When he reached my ear, he whispered, “Wicked, wicked woman.”
“I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help myself.”
“Don’t apologize. I was crazy to make such a stupid rule.” He reached over and pulled me to him, kissing me softly on the forehead as I nestled closer, then raked his fingers through my hair as he whispered, “It’s been killing me not to touch you.”
“Well, it hasn’t exactly been easy for me either.” I glanced up at him as I said, “I don’t think I’ve ever been attracted to anyone like I am to you, and it’s been driving me a little crazy.”
He cocked his eyebrow as he teased. “So, you only want me for sex, is that it?”
“No, unfortunately, not.” Unable to look at him, I lowered my head to his chest as I whispered, “I want you for a lot more than just the sex. I really like you, Jared. I like you a lot.”
“I like you too.” His voice was low and raspy as he whispered, “More than I care to admit.”
When I heard those words, I was overcome with emotion. At first, I’d thought my attraction to him was purely physical, but over the past few days, I’d realized it was something more. Much more. I was relieved to hear he felt the same way. I turned to him and placed the palm of my hand on his cheek as I whispered, “I’m really glad I found you.”
“I am too.” A smile slipped across his face as he said, “I just wish you hadn’t waited so long to find me. You wasted a lot of time running around stealing stale bagels from hotels.”
I lowered my head back to his chest and listened to the soothing sound of his breathing. After several minutes, I asked, “So, does this mean we can forget about the rule you made about no sex?”
“Oh, yeah. That rule has come and gone. In fact, I think we have some lost time to make up for.” He eased up from the mattress and centered himself between my legs once again, brushing his hard cock against me. “What do you think?”
“Mm-hmm, I couldn’t agree more.”
Menace
After spending an entire night tangled in the sheets with Parker, the two of us were completely spent. She was sleeping soundly next to me, looking beautiful as ever as she clutched her pillow. Figuring she needed the sleep, I did my best not to wake her as I eased out of bed, then grabbed some clothes from my bag and slipped into the bathroom for a long, hot shower. Afterward, I walked into the kitchen for a much-needed cup of coffee. I’d just taken my first sip when the basement door opened and Billy appeared. “Just the man I was looking for.”
“You need help with something?”
“Only a moment of your time.”
He motioned for me to follow, then turned and headed back down to the basement—a place which, up until now, had been off-limits to both Parker and me. Clearly, that was no longer the case. While Billy led me down the staircase, my anxiety started cranking up, thinking back to what Parker had said about him possibly having a woman chained to a wall down here.
After reaching the bottom step, I was surprised that it looked like a typical basement—at least for the most part. Similar to upstairs, all the furniture and paint was white and overly tidy, but it seemed more relaxed. Billy continued past the sitting area and over to a wall of shelves. He pushed a secret button, then a wall slid back to reveal a massive steel door with a keypad.
Billy entered a code and the door eased back, revealing a long concrete hallway. It was cold and drafty as we stepped inside. I was trying to adjust to my surroundings when Billy closed the door behind us, locking us inside. I didn’t like the claustrophobic feeling creeping over me, but it was soon forgotten when we walked past the first doorway. I glanced inside and was surprised to find that the walls of the large room were completely covered in plastic. There was a drain in the center of the stone floor. Various tools, like bone saws and scalpels, were tucked away in metal cabinets. Each of the glass cabinet doors was marked with tiny white labels taped to the outside, identifying its contents.
As we continued down the hall, I spotted a second room, but this one wasn’t as big. Except for the large incinerator in the back corner, the space was empty. Next to it was another large steel door, which I could only assume was a second exit—one he’d use whenever he brought in bodies to be incinerated. Fuck, I had to give it to the man. He was prepared for anything. I could only imagine how many times he’d used this very room to clean up the clubs’ messes. We continued farther until we reached the final room in the hallway. The second I walked in and saw the pristine white walls and numerous medical cabinets, I thought I’d stepped into a hospital room; then, I noticed the gurney and the girl lying lifeless on top of it.
I stepped closer and felt the blood drain from my body when I saw how much she looked like Parker. “Damn, Billy. Who the hell is this?”
“She’s Parker.” He glanced down at the young woman and grimaced. “Or for all intents and purposes, she will be Parker.”
“Holy shit, man.” The woman shared similar features with Parker—the same build, height, and weight. They even had the same skin tone. The only difference was the hair color. This particular young woman’s was dark, but considering Parker had been on the run for almost a year, it wasn’t an issue. “I can’t believe how much they look alike.”