“This is the greatest moment of my life,” he murmurs as I knead his scalp and then leave the conditioner to set while I take care of my own hair. Parrish turns around and gives me one of those pretty frowns of his, holding out his right hand in silent demand. “Give me the shampoo,” he commands, all lordly and shit.
I cock a brow.
“No.”
“No?” he queries back, cocking his head slightly to one side, his gaze sliding over my naked body. I shiver under his stare. It’s one thing to be nude and doing it under the covers in the dark. It’s a whole other to be standing under a virtual spotlight—a dim light, yes, but like one that’s right above my head—and having him study me the way he is.
“You just got home; you’re injured. No extra work for you.”
Parrish lets his head hang down for a minute, and then when he whips his gaze up at me, it’s resolute. He lunges and manages to snatch the shampoo bottle with one hand, grabbing my right wrist and pressing it into the wall with the other.
“Yes, your serial killer daddy imprisoned me in a cellar full of very expensive wine and tried to bleed me to death. For the next week,” he murmurs, leaning down and pressing a scalding kiss against the corner of my mouth, “I get whatever I want from you.”
He releases me and stands up, lifting his chin in that haughty way of his and squirting shampoo into his palms.
“Turn around,” he tells me, but it doesn’t feel like such a simple command when we’re both naked like this. I do as he asked anyway, even if I grumble about it.
“You should be resting,” I mumble as his long fingers dig into my wet hair, making me groan as he works out the sticky hair spray, rinses me, and then slathers the smooth, pearlescent conditioner through the green and black strands. I make a small sound of surprise when he wraps my hair around his fist and gives it a little yank.
“What if I don’t want to rest? What if all I want is you?”
“Then you’re going to be in serious trouble because Tess will come in here, whether you’re naked or not, to check on you at some point.”
Parrish grunts, but he doesn’t seem overly concerned. Instead, he rinses his fingers of the conditioner and then glides them down my bare belly. My legs start to tremble, and I put my palms flat on the wall.
He guides them between my thighs, brushing across the heated pulse of my clit and making my knees weak. Parrish’s body presses up against mine, pinning me to the wall. I can feel him hardening against me again, but we don’t have another condom, so we’ll have to look for alternative ways to entertain ourselves.
He leans down, pressing his lips to my shoulder and then brushing my hair away from my neck. That’s when he pauses, and since his pouty mouth is pressed to my body, I actually feel him frown.
“Who left these marks?” he asks, his voice ice-cold. I stiffen up, but then he slides a single finger between my legs and pushes it inside of me. My nails scrape against the white subway tile on the walls.
“Chasm,” I whisper back, and Parrish makes a sound of frustration. His mouth descends over one of the already sore marks, sucking on it and causing me to cry out. Too loud, Dakota. Not only is there Tess to worry about, but I don’t want either of the other guys to hear me.
Still, Parrish is determined. He seeks out every mark and scrape left by his best friend and then proceeds to cover it with one of his own. The single finger inside of me becomes two, sliding deep and hooking slightly to grant me extra pleasure. I reach down with my own hand, adjusting his so that when he rocks his hand, he rubs my clit at the same time.
“I know I should be grateful to them, but I’m just annoyed. You’re mine; I saw you first.”
I use my left hand to cover my mouth, just to stifle all of the sounds that want to come out. It’s too much, with the hot steam and Parrish’s even hotter body, with his hardened shaft pressing into my ass and lower back, his fingers inside of me. He continues to kiss and lick and suck while he works me up to that glittering stage all over again, encouraging my body to clamp around him.
The climax hits me so hard that I actually collapse. Parrish catches me around the waist with his left hand, leaving the fingers of his right one inside of me. He lowers us both to the floor and then leans his back into the wall, pulling me into his lap. He works me until my entire body goes stiff again, trembling in his arms, and then slumping back against him with a shuddering sigh.
