His breath lodged in his lungs as he realized she was topless. Lord. He couldn’t wait to see her breasts. Couldn’t. Fucking. Wait.
The hall boasted four doors, three of which were closed. Parker quickly used his deduction skills, eliminating the narrowest one—clearly a linen closet—and the open door to his left, the bathroom.
Which left two, but there was no puzzle as to which one contained their prize.
“Oh Jesus, I’m two seconds from exploding,” Dean mumbled as they stared at the white panties on the floor.
Parker reached for the doorknob. His heart pounded as he stepped into the bedroom, eyes blinking to adjust to the sudden glow of light. She’d turned on the bedside lamp, which meant it was impossible not to see the naked woman on the bed.
With her knees drawn up and her arms wrapped around them, it wasn’t exactly the most provocative position on the planet, but from Lynn, he would take it over a pinup-girl pose any day. Her shyness in combination with her amazingly naked body was perfect for her. Inspiring.
So inspirational his cock was at full salute and raring to go.
“Fuck,” he choked out. “You’re beautiful.”
The smile she shot him was so sweet and so earnest, his pulse galloped even faster. It only got faster yet when she slowly uncurled and presented every luscious inch, one bit at a time. His gaze roamed her slender body, memorizing every last detail. Her breasts were round and perky, tipped by dark-pink nipples that had puckered into tight buds. Her stomach was flat, hips flaring in a slight curve before narrowing into a pair of long, shapely legs. And between those legs…utter fuckin’ paradise.
“You found me,” she whispered.
“We sure did.” Dean dragged his tongue over his bottom lip. “I think we deserve a reward for our efforts, don’t you?”
“Hmmm. Like what?”
Parker barely recognized his own voice. “Open your legs.”
Heat spiraled right down to the tip of his cock when she followed his instructions. Her pussy was perfection. Pink and delicate, with a thin stripe of hair ending just above her slit. He got dizzy looking at it, the need to taste her tickling his tongue and clouding his senses.
Dean saw the look on his face and grinned. “Parker wants to lick your pussy,” he told Lynn. “What are your thoughts on that, baby?”
Her breath hitched. “That…might be all right.”
“Might?” Parker said huskily. “Oh, you have no idea, do you?”
With swift strides, he marched to the foot of the queen-sized bed, dropped to his knees, and yanked her by the hips, all the way to the edge of the mattress. She squeaked, the noise turning into a loud moan as he dipped his head and buried his face between her thighs.
“Oh…God.”
Just like that, he died and went to heaven. She tasted so good he never wanted to stop licking her, not even to come up for air. His tongue lapped up her sweetness, probing her wet entrance before returning to toy with her clit. He licked the sensitive nub, captured it between his lips, and sucked, and was rewarded by another throaty moan that vibrated through him and grabbed hold of his dick.
He groaned when her hands tangled in his hair, finally lifting his head so he could glimpse her expression. The pleasure swimming there brought a rush of masculine pride, intensifying his need to make this woman come apart.
Obviously Dean shared the thought, because he joined Lynn on the bed and wasted no time capturing one breast in his mouth.
Her hips jerked off the mattress. “Oh my gosh. Oh gosh. Don’t stop doing that.” Her fingers tightened in Parker’s hair. “Both of you.”
He chuckled as he picked up where he’d left off. He parted her folds with his fingers and gently suckled her clit again, while his other hand drifted lower, his thumb teasing the opening of her pussy. When he pushed inside her, she cried out and rocked her hips into his face.
With Dean tending to her breasts and Parker working her pussy, it wasn’t long before she was squirming on the bed.
“You’re close, aren’t you, baby?” Dean teased.
Lynn groaned. “So close.”
“Did you hear that, bro? Our beautiful Lynn is about to come all over your face.”
He stiffened. Just for a beat. Because damn it, he didn’t like hearing the word our leaving Dean’s lips. Lynn wasn’t theirs. She was…what? His?
A little premature of you, pal, an amused internal voice piped up.
Silencing the possessive caveman who had decided to inhabit his body, Parker raised his head and met Lynn’s eyes. “Is that right, sweetheart? You’re going to come for me?”
She huffed out an irritated breath. “Not if you keep stopping what you’re doing.”
He laughed seductively. “Just for that, I’m going to slow it down and get you worked up all over again.”
“Nobody likes a bossy lover,” Dean chided her.
“You’ve been bossing me around since we got here!” she protested.
Parker shot her an innocent look. “Have we?”