“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.