Internal Affair (12 page)

He’d never brought a woman into the house, let alone into this bedroom. As he carried Parker in, the enormity of his actions hit him for a second before he set the feeling aside. There’d be time enough to question the wisdom of his choices. For now, he was just going to let himself enjoy the moment.

Daire kneeled on the side of the bed and slowly lowered them. He hadn’t bothered to make the bed, as usual, but the sheets were relatively clean, and it made it easier to lay Parker’s head on the pillow, his pillow. He pulled the elastic out of her hair and ran his fingers through the strands. So soft, like her lips and her skin. He watched his fingers, transfixed, before returning to her luscious mouth and claiming it again.

He slid his hands under her T-shirt to cup her breasts. The perfect size to fit his palm. Even with her bra covering them, her nipples jutted out in hard points. He squeezed them through the fabric with thumb and forefinger and smiled at the gasping noises she made into his mouth. He broke off the kiss, dying now to taste another part of her body. It took nothing to shove her shirt over her head and wrestle off her bra. She watched him through half-closed eyes, with flushed cheeks and shallow breaths. He latched on to one nipple as soon as he had those firm, small breasts exposed.

With every suck and lick of her hard buds, Parker urged him on with mews and bucks of her hips. Her hands roamed his arms, nails digging into his flesh to attract his attention. When he’d had his fill of this new taste, he moved on even lower. He licked his way down her flat stomach while he fumbled with the snap and zipper of her jeans. She wiggled her hips as he tugged down her pants and panties together. He couldn’t wait to get them completely off before sliding his tongue between her folds. Delicious. Sweet and salty all at once, and she was dripping for him already.

“Please. Please,” she moaned, and her hands pressed the back of his head.

Unable to deny her anything, Daire gave up his desire to savor and surged to give her a fast release. He drove his tongue onto her clit and flicked it over and over as fast as he could until she arched up and shouted. He changed to soft laps to ease her down again, then pulled off when the shudders of her body started to abate.

With his face wet with her juices, he took a moment to strip her fully. God, she was so delicate-looking with a tiny waist and lean limbs. Strong muscle showed under her smooth skin, however. She wasn’t weak by any means. Still, he worried about hurting her.

She looked up at him, her chest heaving from the force of her orgasm. “Why? Why are you still clothed?” she asked with a sly grin. “Show me and let me touch.” She reached for him with outstretched hands.

Daire hesitated. While he wanted her to see him and was proud of his body, he was also worried the sight of him might scare her off. He loved her smallness, but would she love his largeness? He told himself he was being ridiculous. He wasn’t porn star big, and with care, he’d fit inside her just fine. He’d learned to take things slow. Sliding off the bed to stand beside it, he pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and pulled off his pants and briefs. He watched her watch him, gauging her reaction when he revealed his hard and aching dick.

Her eyes went wide before lowering to mere slits. Her tongue poked out to slide across her lower lip. “Big boy,” she whispered. “Come here.”

He lay down eagerly into her welcoming embrace and claimed her mouth once more. They rolled and writhed through kisses and licks, his cock rubbing against her slick pubic hair. He could come from that friction alone. Every nerve ending on his cock reacted to the touch, rocketing his pleasure up to a quick climax. It was fine with him. Anything he got from this woman would be a gift.

Parker had other ideas. She broke from his lips. “I want you inside me. Now.”

He barked out a laugh. “Yes, ma’am.” Twisting to one side, he managed to open the drawer of his nightstand and pull out a box of condoms he’d purchased soon after Finn had moved in with Michael. Hope springing eternal, and all that. Being out of practice, it took him longer than he wanted to get the damn thing on. When he finally succeeded, he rolled over in the other direction until he’d pulled Parker on top.

“Ride me. I’m big, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

Parker smiled and pressed a sloppy wet kiss on his mouth before pushing up on her knees. “I think I’ll like being on top anyway,” she added with an impish grin that caused his guts to tighten.

She swung a leg over his hips and grabbed his cock with both hands. She slid them up and squeezed him right under the bulbous head. Daire groaned and bucked his hips. She weighed so little, he could bounce her up and down all night. Fortunately, she had other ideas. Easing up, she pressed the tip of his dick to her cunt lips. Then she lowered herself nice and easy. Her tight pussy welcomed him in, squeezing him to distraction even as it easily took him in all the way. Parker sat flush against him, breathing hard.

Worried he was too much to take, he clasped her hips, ready to pull her off if need be. “Are you okay?”

“Hmm, perfect. You fill me completely.”

Daire wasn’t sure that was a good thing. “I’m not hurting you?”

“Noo,” she breathed out her reply and shook her head.

Daire chuckled. The look on her face alone told him he had nothing to worry about. “Then, do you mind moving?”

Parker chuckled back and did as he asked. Her movements were tentative at first, telling him she was aware of his size and careful about it. With the vise-like grip of her cunt walls, his cock ramped up to explosion level with only a few pumps of her legs. He tried to hold off, putting as much effort as he could in playing with her breasts. He wanted to rear up and kiss her but was afraid that would upset the rhythm of her movements. He made her gasp and moan instead by squeezing her nipples.

Parker picked up speed, sliding him in and out with quicker and harder strokes. His balls tightened and his fingers closed convulsively as the orgasm overtook him. Arching his neck he slammed his eyes closed and yelled. Just as his release hit its peak, Parker’s pussy tightened even more, sending him up and over again.

Her cries mingled with his own. She dug her nails into his waist as she wrung the last cum from him. When she collapsed against his chest, he wrapped his arms around her and held on as if he’d never let her go.

****

Parker approached the kitchen with trepidation. She’d awoken in Daire’s warm and comfy bed without his body still nestled against hers, even though the dark and the clock told her it was the middle of the night. They’d fallen asleep wrapped in each other’s arms, exhausted from their crazy day and mind-blowing sex.

It was the first time she’d ever made love without discomfort, and she now knew the pain of her past experience had nothing to do with size or fit and everything to do with the level of arousal her partner wrung from her. Being with Daire left her wet and wild. Fitting his large cock into her pussy had been delightfully easy. Being on top had helped as well, and he’d been the first man who’d been confident enough to hand her the reins of control.

Finding him gone from the bed, however, had set off all kinds of alarm bells, sending her heartbeat into overdrive. She’d gotten up, ears straining for any signs of trouble. After slipping on Daire’s shirt, a clichéd move that nevertheless comforted her and heated her blood in equal measure, she’d crept downstairs. She’d also been kicking herself for leaving her gun in her purse in the living room. But there was no need for alarm. She hadn’t found Daire wrestling with an intruder. Instead, he seemed to be wrestling with another problem entirely.

She called his name softly so as not to startle him. “Daire?”

He whipped his head around from the kitchen window where he’d been checking the lock. A fierce look lit his face until he realized it was her. Then his features relaxed into a guilty-looking smile. “Sorry, did I wake you?”

Parker padded into the kitchen, tucking her hair behind her ears, a sheepish grin of her own breaking out. “No, I don’t think so. I was worried when you weren’t still in bed. Is everything all right?”

Daire glanced at the door that led to the yard. “Um, yeah, everything’s fine. Why don’t you head back to bed? I need to check a few things down here.”

Parker looked at the keypad mounted on the wall beside the door. As near as she could tell, the system was up and running. If she could see it clearly, then so could Daire. What did he need to check? She moved closer to him. “Are you okay?”

Daire shrugged, and still his gaze slid to the door. “I’m fine.”

But he blew out a breath and ran both sets of fingers through his already tousled hair. It made him look years younger than his actual age and pressed all kinds of maternal buttons. She wanted to pull him into her arms and soothe away his obvious worry.

He hung his head, gaze fixed on the floor between them. “Actually, I’m not okay. I can’t go back to sleep until I’ve checked all of the windows and doors.” He sounded embarrassed, which just increased her worry and need to comfort him.

She took a step closer and dipped her head to try to catch his eye. “The alarm’s on. I can see that it is. Even if everyone missed locking a door or window, they’re all wired, right?”

Daire’s chest rose and fell on a deep breath. “Yeah.” He lifted his head so she didn’t have to contort herself to see his expression. He looked resigned and pained, even. “It’s a checking behavior thing. You know, obsessive compulsive disorder? I know intellectually that everything is locked and the alarm is set, but I have to check anyway or I’ll just keep worrying about it for the rest of the night.”

She’d kind of figured that was what was going on with him. While she didn’t have an OCD problem herself, she understood the basics and wasn’t about to try to talk him into ignoring the impulse. Right now, he needed her support, and if that meant checking and rechecking every window and door, then that’s what they’d do.

She gave him an encouraging smile. “Okay, I get it. What still needs to be checked?”

“What?” He frowned. “No, you don’t have to do it. I’ll be done soon and come join you in bed.” He reached out and stroked his palm down her hip. “Seeing you wearing my shirt is hot as hell.”

Glad that his OCD hadn’t robbed him of his interest in her, she stepped up and wrapped her arms around his naked waist. She hugged him hard, and the ridge of his cock pressed past the jeans he wore. He hadn’t bothered with the snap. It wouldn’t take much effort to reach between them and lower the zipper. Her pussy quivered at the idea of dropping to her knees and taking his cock into her mouth. Except he probably wouldn’t be able to truly let go and enjoin himself until he’d done his checking.

With reluctance she pulled away. “I want to do this together.”

His inner struggle showed on his face as he worked through her offer. Finally, he nodded his assent. “The back door is next.”

Parker trailed Daire as he performed his ritual. He touched the locks of each door and window downstairs and up and scrutinized the indicator lights for both keypads. She suspected he repeated checks he’d already made because of her interruption, yet said nothing. She didn’t want to disturb him again and knew she’d gain nothing by doing so except send him back to square one. No amount of rational discussion would break through his checking behavior. Being here for him, giving him silent, nonjudgmental support mattered more. Maybe, if things progressed with them, she’d encourage him to get professional help. For tonight, helping him do what he needed to go back to sleep would have to be enough.

It pleased her when he took her hand and held it all throughout his journey. When they finished up in his room, he whirled her into his arms and into a slow, deep kiss. “Thanks,” he almost sighed into her mouth once they’d come up for air. “I know that must seem crazy, but I need to do it.”

“I understand.” She really did. “Is that something you’ve always done or did it come out of your parents’ deaths?”

His hand made lazy circles against the small of her back. “The latter.” He chuckled. “Would you believe I was once a carefree kind of guy? My parents were such steady people, always looking out for their boys. They raised us in the most secure environment a kid could have. Whatever arguments they had, they did in private, and they never let us know if money was tight or some other problem bothered them. They just quietly handled everything.”

He took her by the hands and gently tugged her to the bed. Propping himself against the headboard, he settled her effortlessly onto his lap. She hadn’t had a chance to really appreciate before how strong he was. She hooked one arm around his neck and stroked her fingers down one of his arms. The bulge of his muscles told her he worked out regularly and strenuously. She felt like a waif in comparison even though she also worked to stay fit and strong. The glint in his eye told her he enjoyed the touching. The hard ridge pressing against her bottom likewise encouraged her to continue.

He didn’t stay passive, either. He did some stroking of his own, raising the hem of his shirt that she wore until his palm rested against her naked hip. “Anyway,” he continued, “I had trouble sleeping after the murders. I used to wake up with my heart in my throat after a nightmare and go check on the boys. I was terrified that whoever had killed Mom and Dad would come after my brothers, too. I’d check to make sure they still slept peacefully in their beds, then go down and check around to reassure myself no one had broken in. Even after I put in the alarm system, I still kept waking up. Pretty soon, it was a nightly occurrence and I couldn’t go back to sleep unless I ran through the perimeter check in a methodical way. Crazy, huh?”

The vulnerability in his eyes when he looked at her broke her heart.

“No, not crazy. I bet I would have reacted the same way.” She shrugged her shoulders. “In my own way, I’m no different.”

He furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t you wonder why I joined the rat squad?”

His expression turned into a frown. “Don’t call it that. You’re no rat.”

“Most cops would argue differently.” He opened his mouth, but she overrode him. “Anyway, I chase down dirty cops because I saw what they do first hand as a child. My parents have an import/export business in Chinatown. Nothing really big, just trinkets really. I used to hang out there after school as a child because there wasn’t anyone who could watch me.”