face. Drake’s rich chuckle rippled from across the room. She loved that
sound, booze lowered inhibitions or not.
Ashley made a face at Parker, but
couldn’t really muster up enough energy to be angry though. She’d had a good
time. Unexpectedly so. She couldn’t say she’d had any fun for quite a while.
Maybe things really would be okay
after all?
“Let’s get you going, kid.” Parker took
her hand in his, his gentle touch at her shoulder. She clasped his fingers
tightly, enjoying the coolness of his skin, the security of his touch.
Is that what you’re calling
this?
Okay, so maybe she had other less
than pure thoughts as he helped her to the door, and she said her goodbyes to
Erik and Drake.
“Was great to meet you, Ashley. I’m
headin’ back to Seattle in the morning. I’ll be back, though.” His gaze scanned
her for an instant, obvious enough. “Sooner rather than later, I hope.”
As he took her hand to shake it,
she pulled herself to him and gave him a hug, not really knowing why. She
stretched up to whisper in his ear. “Thanks for looking out for me tonight.”
The surprised flush on Erik’s face
was plain to see as she pulled away, Parker guiding her toward the door. Feeling
Parker’s strong hands on her shoulders, made her feel that contradiction of
need again — to flee and at the same time to luxuriate. She wondered what those
hands felt like on other parts of her body.
“I’ll be back in a few, guys,”
Parker said, with a gentle squeeze to her shoulder. “Gotta make sure our girl’s
tucked in.”
“I don’t need to be—”
Ashley stumbled in her heels as she
crossed into the foyer. She’d have landed right on her face if not for the
steely grip of his hands, holding her steady as if she were light as a doll.
There was effortless power in those hands, and it arrowed arousal straight to
her sex, her nipples tightening.
“Thank — thank you, Parker.” She
could feel the heat of her blush. Apparently she wasn’t inebriated enough to
not care that she was looking like a sloppy drunk.
“Take this. It’s cold,” Drake said,
appearing at her arm, and draping his heavy coat over her shoulders. It smelled
like pines, and motor oil. Like a man. She thought she might like to sleep
curled up in it that night.
“Oh no, that’s—”
“No. Take it, Ashley. It’s cold.”
Drake’s voice dropped lower. “See you tomorrow.”
She shivered a little at that
voice. A hint of admonition in it? Her tingling clit took it as a lot more than
a hint.
Oh god. Two of them? This cannot
be happening.
* * *
Parker led her by the hand into the
house, shocked at how cold it was inside. “Have a seat, Ashley. I’ll get the
stove going.”
He helped her to sit. She looked
like she was nearly asleep, her hair now partially fallen down. The look was
lovely, really. He hoped to see more of it someday — much more.
Soon, Parker. Patience.
It took longer than normal to start
the fire. Parker was decidedly distracted by the form of Ashley laid back
against the couch. Her legs were open slightly, and he couldn’t help but notice
the bare length of thigh he could see above the stocking tops. Nice touch,
those.
His cock stirred at the thought of
her in nothing but thigh-highs. It was one of his favorite items of feminine
clothing, evoking just the right combination of forbidden and innocent. Plus,
they were just easier access than nylons!
“Caught you looking.” A wan smile
curved her luscious, her eyes just barely open.
Parker chuckled, shaking his head. “You
need to go to sleep, girl. You’re out of it.”
She sat up, and stayed (mostly)
steady. “What if I don’t want to sleep? What are you gonna do? Hmm?”
He flipped the damper in the back,
the stove roaring and putting out some healthy heat now. He straightened and
turned to face her, putting his hands in his back pockets, trying to appear
non-threatening. The thoughts her question elicited would seem less than …
friendly.
sound, booze lowered inhibitions or not.
Ashley made a face at Parker, but
couldn’t really muster up enough energy to be angry though. She’d had a good
time. Unexpectedly so. She couldn’t say she’d had any fun for quite a while.
Maybe things really would be okay
after all?
“Let’s get you going, kid.” Parker took
her hand in his, his gentle touch at her shoulder. She clasped his fingers
tightly, enjoying the coolness of his skin, the security of his touch.
Is that what you’re calling
this?
Okay, so maybe she had other less
than pure thoughts as he helped her to the door, and she said her goodbyes to
Erik and Drake.
“Was great to meet you, Ashley. I’m
headin’ back to Seattle in the morning. I’ll be back, though.” His gaze scanned
her for an instant, obvious enough. “Sooner rather than later, I hope.”
As he took her hand to shake it,
she pulled herself to him and gave him a hug, not really knowing why. She
stretched up to whisper in his ear. “Thanks for looking out for me tonight.”
The surprised flush on Erik’s face
was plain to see as she pulled away, Parker guiding her toward the door. Feeling
Parker’s strong hands on her shoulders, made her feel that contradiction of
need again — to flee and at the same time to luxuriate. She wondered what those
hands felt like on other parts of her body.
“I’ll be back in a few, guys,”
Parker said, with a gentle squeeze to her shoulder. “Gotta make sure our girl’s
tucked in.”
“I don’t need to be—”
Ashley stumbled in her heels as she
crossed into the foyer. She’d have landed right on her face if not for the
steely grip of his hands, holding her steady as if she were light as a doll.
There was effortless power in those hands, and it arrowed arousal straight to
her sex, her nipples tightening.
“Thank — thank you, Parker.” She
could feel the heat of her blush. Apparently she wasn’t inebriated enough to
not care that she was looking like a sloppy drunk.
“Take this. It’s cold,” Drake said,
appearing at her arm, and draping his heavy coat over her shoulders. It smelled
like pines, and motor oil. Like a man. She thought she might like to sleep
curled up in it that night.
“Oh no, that’s—”
“No. Take it, Ashley. It’s cold.”
Drake’s voice dropped lower. “See you tomorrow.”
She shivered a little at that
voice. A hint of admonition in it? Her tingling clit took it as a lot more than
a hint.
Oh god. Two of them? This cannot
be happening.
* * *
Parker led her by the hand into the
house, shocked at how cold it was inside. “Have a seat, Ashley. I’ll get the
stove going.”
He helped her to sit. She looked
like she was nearly asleep, her hair now partially fallen down. The look was
lovely, really. He hoped to see more of it someday — much more.
Soon, Parker. Patience.
It took longer than normal to start
the fire. Parker was decidedly distracted by the form of Ashley laid back
against the couch. Her legs were open slightly, and he couldn’t help but notice
the bare length of thigh he could see above the stocking tops. Nice touch,
those.
His cock stirred at the thought of
her in nothing but thigh-highs. It was one of his favorite items of feminine
clothing, evoking just the right combination of forbidden and innocent. Plus,
they were just easier access than nylons!
“Caught you looking.” A wan smile
curved her luscious, her eyes just barely open.
Parker chuckled, shaking his head. “You
need to go to sleep, girl. You’re out of it.”
She sat up, and stayed (mostly)
steady. “What if I don’t want to sleep? What are you gonna do? Hmm?”
He flipped the damper in the back,
the stove roaring and putting out some healthy heat now. He straightened and
turned to face her, putting his hands in his back pockets, trying to appear
non-threatening. The thoughts her question elicited would seem less than …
friendly.
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