Falling Free: What happens in Vegas... (The Fall Series) (8 page)

So what was my more with Jake
gone and Parker back in my life? I had no idea. There was only one thing I
could be sure of. Right here, right now and for the rest of our five days in
Vegas, I would be his more. And nothing else in the world sounded better than
that.

Time to change the mood. I was
grateful to get some insight into Parker’s past, but I had to keep my head on
straight. I was still on a mission, and the last thing I needed to do was to
get caught up in some temporary emotion he was experiencing after reuniting
with me after all these years. After all, he did admit that I was part of his
best memories growing up, and I’m sure he was somehow confusing this with
something deeper than it actually was. I crawled up to face him, straddling his
lap. “So tell me what you think about.”

“What do you mean?” He blinked as
though he was waking up from dream.

“I mean…when you have all those
naughty thoughts about showing me things, what do you think about?” I trailed
my fingers across his chest and bit my lip waiting for his reply.

He was clearly amused as his lips
curled into a sexy smile. “You really want to know?”

I leaned in playfully and
whispered in his ear, “Yes, I really want to know,” before blazing kisses from
his earlobe down his neck. He let out a groan and shifted underneath me,
positioning me directly over the growing bulge in his pants.

“Let’s see…are we talking about
another man or another woman?” His eyes sparkled with mischief, and he licked
his lips.

I tossed my head back and
laughed. “You are so fucking naughty! What am I going to do with you?”

“I have a few ideas. Let’s see
what you’re ready for.” He growled and lifted me by my hips as he stood up. I
squealed and wrapped my legs around him as he carried me to his bedroom. Parker
lowered me to my feet and tugged my dress down to the floor, his hot mouth
kissing a trail from my neck down to my breasts. He removed his own clothes at
the same time without missing a beat.

“Come here.” He laid on the bed,
his rigid cock fully erect, and motioned for me to come to him. “I want you in
my mouth,” he commanded, and I didn’t hesitate. I climbed up on the bed and he
turned me so I was straddling his face.

I closed my eyes as his tongue
lapped gently, tracing a line slowly up and down my slit. I leaned over and
lightly licked the head of his cock, swirling my tongue around it gently. When
his tongue dipped deeper into my wetness, I returned the favor by taking his
head between my lips and slipping it slowly into my throat. His tongue teased
my clit until I was riding his face and sucking him wildly. Then I felt
something different. He touched a place that sent an unexpected tingle up my
spine. I nearly choked on him as ripples of pleasure washed over me. His tongue
continued to assault me there. My core was throbbing and dripping wet. I needed
him inside me.

He sat up slowly and me down on blankets.
I heard him say, “Stay right there,” and the bed shifted. Before I knew it he
was behind me, his cock pressing against my ass. I spread my legs inviting him
to take me, and felt him rubbing the head of his cock up and down my slit
before sinking all the way inside. I rocked my hips against him, but he held
them in place as he withdrew slowly before pressing into me again inch by inch.
I wanted to scream out and beg for him to fuck me, but he made it clear he
controlled the pace. I arched into him, allowing him to penetrate me as deeply
as possible, and he let out a groan as he filled me again. Then the sound of a
cap snapping open startled me, and I stiffened at the sensation of cold
droplets on my skin.

“Just relax and trust me.” His
voice soothed as his finger rubbed the liquid against me there. “Has anyone
ever been here?”

I was mesmerized by the
sensations, but managed to reply. “No,” I whispered.

“Then I’ll be the first after I
make you come.”

I was surprised, but I barely had
time to think about it as he lifted my back to his chest and squeezed my
nipples roughly. He pumped inside of me faster, and I felt his hand trail over
my belly to find my clit swollen and waiting. I inhaled sharply as his fingers
worked me over, and my body met his thrusts until the first waves of my orgasm
washed over me. I leaned my head back on his shoulder as I contracted around
him.  

“So you want to know what it
feels like to have two men make love to you?”

The source of the cold liquid appeared
in his hand. He poured some of over his fingers and eased me back down in front
of him.

Panting and trying to recover, I
nodded slowly. My mind was reeling as I imagined the sensations of two men, two
sets of hands, two…I eagerly awaited what would happen next.

“Then we’ll have to get you
ready. Try to relax. I’ll be gentle.”

His hard shaft sank into my pussy,
filling me completely until I could take no more.  He held it inside me, and I
suddenly felt his finger gently rubbing me where his tongue had caused all the
crazy sensations earlier. Teasing me gently, he eased his finger in. It hurt a
little, but there was something erotic and dirty about the fantasy playing out
in my mind that made me ignore the pain.

“Relax,” he whispered, and his
finger eased in and out of me slowly. I swore I felt his cock become harder as
he worked his finger in a little deeper each time, and I began to moan and rock
against him meeting his thrusts. This time my orgasm rocked my entire body, and
I called out his name as he pumped harder into me. When it was over I went limp.
My mind was wiped clean of anything but the sensations of him.

He withdrew and before I could
protest I felt the head of his cock rubbing gently, nudging against me there, where
his finger had been. He lifted me by the arm until my back was against his
chest again, then wrapped his arm around squeezing one of my breasts and
rolling over the nipple with his thumb.

“I want you so bad, Lo. I want to
come inside you here. Will you let me?” His voice was low and full of need. The
scruff on his face scratched my cheek as his erection pinned me at my entrance,
and I knew what he was asking for.

“Yes. Yes, I want you. I want to
feel you come,” I breathed as his fingers found my clit and adrenaline surged
over me at the thought of what was about to take place. Then it happened. White
hot pain mixed with pleasure as his cock began to stretch me inch my inch. He
held me tightly whispering in my ear, stroking me, reassuring me.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby. So
fucking good. Just relax and feel me inside you. Feel what you’re doing to me.”

I froze, not sure what to make of
the sensation, but my body began to respond slowly to his words and his steady thrusts
that matched the rhythm of his fingers working my clit. I feared the pain as I
reached the brink and felt myself tightening and contracting around his cock. I
felt nothing but pure pleasure as the most intense orgasm ripped through my
entire body. I had never come so hard in my life.

“Oh, fuck,” he yelled as he
speared into me harder, deeper until his cock spasmed, pumping spurts of hot
fluid into me. He rested his face against my shoulder and held me to him as his
body continued to shake.

What seemed like minutes passed
with only the sound of our breathing filling the room. Finally, he withdrew.

“Are you okay?” He stretched out
next to me and reached out to rub my back.

I turned toward him and molded my
body against his. “That was…it was. I’ve never felt like that before.”

The sound of his laughter warmed
me, and he stroked my hair gently and placed a kiss on my forehead. “Mmm…good.
When you’re ready I want to make you feel so much more.”

“You mean you want to share me?”

“No. I mean, I don’t know. Is
that what you want?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe isn’t an answer, Lo. This
is all or nothing. You have to be sure.”

My body tingled with fear and
excitement as I contemplated the thought. “I want to try,” I whispered.

Parker exhaled loudly and pulled
me against his chest. “I don’t know if I can, and I don’t want you to feel
pressured. The thought…hmm,” he paused contemplating his next words, “The
thought of you like that makes me fucking crazy with lust and crazy with
jealousy. It makes me want to protect you and push you to your limits. It’s a
huge fucking conflict, Lo, but if you decide you’re ready…maybe...”

“Okay,” I replied, thankful that
he couldn’t see the sleepy smile that spread across my lips at the thought of
my bad boy crazy with lust and jealousy over me.  My bad boy. I almost giggled
out loud. For just this moment everything in the world felt right. Warm and
sleepy and completely sated, I curled comfortably into him.

“Now we need to get some sleep. I
have a special surprise for you tomorrow, and I want you to be well rested for
it.”

“Mmm hmm.” I stopped fighting my
heavy eyelids and drifted off to sleep in his arms.

FULL OF SURPISES

When my eyes opened again it was
morning. I peeled my cheek from Parker’s chest and blinked up at him to discover
he’d was watching me. I wasn’t sure how long he’d been awake, but he seemed amused
when our eyes met, and I immediately buried my face in the blankets letting out
a long groan. The brief glimpse of his warm smile, so full of bad boy charm
first thing in the morning, had me secretly smiling, too.

He laughed, and stroked my hair.
His sexy masculine voice resonated through my body. “Good morning, pretty girl.”

“Good morning,” I mumbled still hiding
my face against him.

“I’m learning something new about
you every day,” he said playfully.

“What is that supposed to mean?”
I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face if I wanted to.

He lifted my face to look at me.
“You, Lauren St. John, are not a morning person. We’ll have to work on that,
but you never know. I could get used to this, too.”

He looked so irresistible, his
eyes sparkling, his hair tousled, and those dimples.
Hmm, he could get used
to this, huh?
His hand moved from my hair down to the bare skin of my side,
pushing the blanket down as he slowly tickled my sensitive skin. I squirmed and
my nipples hardened against his body.

“Mmm…I could stay in this bed
with you all day, and if you don’t stop that I just might.” As he spoke he
reached down and adjusted the tent that had formed in the sheet from his
arousal.

Giggling, I sat up to face him
and felt suddenly aware of my nakedness. The playful mood turned serious as our
eyes locked together. His tongue flickered over his bottom lip as his eyes trailed
over my body down to where the blankets stopped. He reached out and traced my
jawline, gently continuing down my neck, between my breasts, down my belly
before stopping and hooking his finger into the edge of the blankets. Just like
that, I was about to come undone. My entire body was sending a silent message, “Don’t
stop!” But suddenly he did, and I wanted to scream. Noticing my disappointment,
he quickly explained.

“Shay Roberts, my agent, will be
here soon to go over some things. Besides, like I said before, you’re going to
need your energy tonight.”

I tilted my head inquisitively
and smiled noticing the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. What did he have up
his sleeve? If I had to wait until tonight to find out I might go crazy!

“I have to get out of this bed,
Lo, before it’s too late.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead before
throwing the covers back and getting out of bed.

My eyes were glued to every line
in his body as he walked over to the dresser and pulled out a small wrapped package.
How can a man be that fucking beautiful? His muscles rippled, and I swear my
jaw dropped as I watched the weight of his heavy erection bobbing with each step
as he returned.

He sat on the edge of the bed and
looked down at it and then at me. “It’ll be okay,” he smiled. “It has to learn it
can’t be inside you every time you’re in the room.”

I laughed as I thought about how
comfortable he looked naked and exposed, and fought the urge to crawl to him and
wrap my lips around it to persuade him to change his mind. But I somehow sensed
that what he was about to do was more difficult for him, so instead I found
myself looking at the small package he held out between us and quickly realized
it was a gift. For me.

“I made this for you. Well, part
of it anyway.” He fumbled to find the right words and looked down at the box nervously.
“Just open it. You’ll see.”

Tears filled my eyes when he
placed the gift in my hand. Memories started flooding through me. It was
unexpected. My dad used to surprise me with little gifts. Nothing extravagant,
but he would make a big production over the smallest things, and that’s what
made them so special.

I’ll never forget the day I
turned eighteen. I was home from college for the summer, and I came down to the
front desk for my usual shift to find a small box waiting for me. There was a
note on top with my name on it in my dad’s handwriting, and as I started to
open it I looked around to see several staff members shuffling in with huge
smiles on their faces. The note read: