Free Heat (Parker Reed Book 1) by J.M. Walker Page B

him.
    “Keely?”
    “Hmm?”
    Parker grinned. “I want you naked in the next minute. Spread out on your bed. Open and bare for me.”
    My body trembled and I slowly took a step towards my room.
    “I was going to be nice and leave you be since you’ve had a hard evening. But I realized that my cock and my touch are the only things that will make you feel better.”
    “How so, handsome?” I asked, licking my lips.
    He sauntered towards me and started undoing the buttons on his shirt. “I’m going to drive so deep inside of you, all of your nightmares will be replaced with me. All you will think about is me.”
    I stood still, waiting for him to pounce as he closed the distance between us. “Parker.”
    “Right now, you will call me Sir.”
    “Sir,” I purred.
    He fisted my hair and captured my mouth in a hard kiss. “Ready for me, pet?”
    “Yes.” I needed it. Him. His rough touch. His needy caress. I craved all of him.
    “Good girl.” He gave a light swat on my ass igniting a squeal to escape my lips. “Strip.”
    I did what he said and for the rest of the night. Over and over again. My voice was raw. My throat achy from over-use. My body felt whole. Elated. And although my worst nightmare had resurfaced, Parker quickly replaced those fears with thoughts of him.
     

 
    I woke the next morning sore and tingly. Achy and stiff in all the right places. My body felt used, owned. Possessed in a way I never thought was possible. I remembered hearing Troy come in during the early morning sometime but the noise of his drunken stupor was drowned out by my own sounds of passion.
    I smiled, happy and elated that even just for a moment, I had forgotten about...everything.
    A deep snore sounded beside me and I lifted my head.
    The white sheet hung low on Parker’s hips. His strong back rose and fell with each breath. A large tattoo covered his broad shoulders, inching all the way down to his tailbone. The Grim Reaper stared back at me. The tattoo artist did such an amazing job that every time Parker moved, the image flowed in a way like it was dancing.
    Tracing my fingers over the intricate design, I kissed Parker’s large bicep, lightly nibbling a path down to his forearm.
    He stirred, turning his head to face me and sighed, his eyes remaining closed.
    I brushed my fingers through his dark hair while sliding my mouth along his. A soft groan left his lips, rumbling from his chest. I giggled and rolled onto my side, snuggling against him. His heavy arm draped over my middle, holding me tight.
    I didn’t know what would come of this. But I did know that I wanted more. I enjoyed Parker’s company. He made me feel wanted. And not used for his pleasure only. He gave and he took. It was equal.
    The hairs on my neck tingled and I turned my head.
    Parker’s green eyes heated, taking me in.
    Although we had spent a couple nights together already, this was different. Our world tilted on its axle, bringing us together. Forcing us to submit in ways we never imagined. Parker loved being in control and I loved watching him break.
    He pulled the covers off of me and lifted his head, his gaze roaming down the length of my naked body before popping back to mine.
    No words were said as he crawled between my knees, spreading my legs with the rough, delicious force of his hands.
    My breathing picked up as I waited in bated anticipation. I allowed myself to break away from his stare and glanced down at his naked body.
    His hard length sprung out from between his thighs, the veins thick and throbbing. Parker rested his elbows on either side of me, caging me in.
    I lifted my hips, hinting when a questioning glance appeared in his eyes.
    No condom. “I’m…I’m clean,” I said softly.
    I wanted to feel him. His rigid length. My body rippling over him. I wanted to feel every vein. Every move. Every inch. Every muscle as he powered into me with a force I craved.
    Bringing my arms up, I cupped his cheeks, lowering his mouth to mine.