Parker’s Honor (Cowboys and Supernaturals 2)

by Mandy M. Roth

  She kept her eyes shut.

  “Darlin’, I’ll stop.”

  “No,” she said, looking at him, moisture filling her eyes. “Don’t. Please. I want this. I want you.”

  Those three words—I want you—did him in.

  Parker eased out of her slowly and then back in, taking his time with her, allowing her body to grow accustomed to him. Her pussy felt as if it had been molded specifically for his cock. Never had a woman’s sheath felt so good. As much as he wanted to be gentle, it was nearly impossible. His beast wanted more. It wanted to fuck her until there was no doubt in her mind that she belonged to him. He thrust in, going deep, making her moan.

  She kissed his neck line and squirmed on the desk, trying to get closer to him.

  Excited by her wanton ways, Parker increased his thrusts, pummeling into her, making the desk move slightly. He walked with it, staying in Lynn, each push into her leaving his cock ready to explode.

  She stiffened again, though this time, she dug her nails into his shoulders as she cried out. Her pussy fluttered around his cock, grasping it in an even tighter hold. His jaw went slack and he gave in to the inner beast. He thrust in and out to the point she was screaming his name, and he was fairly sure he was saying hers as well. He couldn’t think beyond the need to find release in her. Her quim was heaven.

  Parker tore his mouth from hers and roared, going deep, his balls tightening as his orgasm hit full force. He bathed her womb in his seed, shaking somewhat as he did, the sheer force of his release nearly bringing him to his knees. Lynn clung to him and he to her. He fisted his hand in her hair and tugged, forcing her to meet his gaze.

  “Mine,” he said, leaving no room for interpretation.

  The beast, now content, drew back, allowing Parker to think a little clearer. As he did, a sinking feeling started in his gut. He’d not only taken her innocence and spent his seed in her—something he’d never done with a woman before—he’d laid claim to her. In doing so, he’d started a bonding process that could never be reversed. He’d forever be tied to her, forever want her. Her cunt would be the one his dick wanted, the one he wanted for life.

  Reason took hold and he couldn’t believe he’d acted so crudely, so carelessly. “L-Lynn, I didn’t mean to… I mean, I just…”

  She wriggled on the desk, trying to get free of him. “You’re ashamed of what just happened, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” he answered, before thinking better of it. He’d meant to say he was embarrassed by his lack of control and by taking her innocence in such an unsophisticated way. That wasn’t how she took it.

  “Off,” she said, her voice trembling.

  “No.”

  “What?” She blinked in surprise. “You can’t just say no.”

  “I can and I did.” He held her face between his hands. “Darlin’ I didn’t mean to put my foot in my mouth.” He kissed her again and again until she finally broke, smiling slightly against his lips. Parker found himself grinning like a lovesick fool, happy she was pleased.

  Lands sake, he wanted to make this woman smile like that for all his days.

  He stopped and took a second to collect himself. As he did, the scent of her blood filled him. Glancing down the length of himself, Parker noticed the slightest bit of red coating his cock. Their combined juices were mixed in. He caught scent of something else.

  She was fertile.

  The idea of accidently fathering a child had always made him a stickler for wearing some form of protection. He had ample amounts of them shipped into his office to hand out to his patients. They were so close, yet he’d never even thought of pulling out a sheep skin one and covering himself before entering her body.

  “Darlin’, I need to ask you something, but don’t go getting’ your feathers in a dander.”

  Lynn stared up at him. “No promises. You seem prone to saying things that get you in trouble.”

  He grinned, admiring her sass. “I know you’ve not lain with a man before but, by any chance, are you on the population control shots?”

  The shots were standard and given in mass to help prevent a surge in the population and to aid against sexually transmitted diseases. The latter wasn’t something either of them had to worry about. Supernaturals were immune to such things, but they weren’t immune to pregnancies.

  The quick flicker of panic in her eyes answered his question. She wasn’t. He eased his body from hers, being sure to shower her in kisses. He instantly mourned the loss of the feel of her tight quim wrapped around his cock. He hardened, as if he didn’t just find release and sate himself. It was a testament to just how insane and primal this woman made him.

  “Did I remember to thank you for not letting me kill that bastard in the other room?” he asked, wanting to relieve some of the tension brewing between them.

  Lynn didn’t respond at first and that worried him.

  Parker bent, kissing just below each of her eyes. His lips slanted over hers and the kiss he gave her was tender, like he should have been the first time he was with her. He drew back somewhat, still making contact with her. “I’d have had a lot of explainin’ to do as to how an outlaw came in here in one condition but left dead.”

  The tiniest of snorts came from her as he grabbed for a clean cloth to wipe her inner thighs with. He opened her legs more and had to fight his hunger as he stared at her damp pussy, all covered in their combined juices. He wanted to bury his face in it, taste her sweet cream and lose himself in licking her. He had to fight to keep from doing so. She needed reassurances now, not him tongue fucking her on his desk.

  “Because explaining away his broken jaw is going to be so easy,” she said with an air of playful banter waved about. “We’ve got a few more left to tend to.”

  “No, darlin’,” he said, and finished cleaning her, allowing his fingers to linger near her sex longer than need be. Damn, he wanted to be in her again. The muscles in his neck worked as he fought to stay in control of his own desires. It was damn sure hard to do with her pussy spread open for him. “You stay in here and rest up. I’ll go see to them. I don’t want you near ’em.”

  “Parker,” she countered, her fingers skimming his waistband. “Let me do this. I enjoy it and—”

  He couldn’t deny her and he knew that was a hell of a weakness to have. He sighed.

  She gave him a tiny, playful shove. “I’ll be fine. I promise.”

  “All right, but the first time one of them says something I don’t like, I’m breaking their jaws too.” He eased her off his desk. She stood and stayed close to him. He liked that. Liked knowing she wanted to be near him. He gave her backside a tiny swat, wanting to feel it around his cock too at some point in the near future. “Now, get or I might just bend you over that desk and have at that lush arse of yours.”

  Chapter Five

  Lynn slipped away from Parker and hurried out of the office before he could change his mind. Once she was clear of the room, she stopped, leaned against the hallway wall and caught her bearings. Cole had actually been the one to talk about sex with her when she’d asked. What he’d described it feeling like was nothing like what it had been like for her. While her body was certainly sore, there was this unspoken peace settling over it. An almost ache deep in her stomach, like her body already missed having Parker in it. That was absurd. Still, it felt so.

  She rubbed her lower stomach, positive the man’s cock had gone all the way up to her navel. Lynn wasn’t sure how she’d managed not to be split right in half. Having waited longer than most of the gals her age to accept a man’s rod into her, she always assumed she’d be wed properly, like her father would have wanted, before she finally did the deed.

  You picked a man who had no ties to you and doesn’t owe you a damn thing.

  Closing her eyes, she took a few deep breaths. She didn’t want to dwell upon what she knew was true. Parker owed her nothing. He was a man she’d only just met, yet she’d gifted him something she’d clung to for so long, her virginity.r />
  Strong arms eased around her waist, pinning her to a familiar, massive chest.

  “Darlin’, you should rest. It would make me feel a might sight better. As it stands, I’m gonna worry about you the rest of the day,” Parker said.

  “And if I go back in your office and sleep, will you not worry about me?” It was an honest question and one she felt she needed to hear the answer to.

  “Woman, I’m not sure anything is gonna make me not worry at all about you.” He kissed the top of her head and her hands went to his chest. She caressed it as he stepped back from her, turning to go. “Rest, Lynn. Set my mind at ease.”

  “Tell you what, I’ll rest with you when we’re all done doing what needs to be done. Deal?” It took her a second to realize she’d just informed him that she would indeed be sharing his bed later. She tensed, wondering about his reaction.

  Parker spun her around to face him, a broad smile on his handsome face and a certain twinkle in his eyes that was almost boy like. He kissed her quickly and grabbed her hand, practically dragging her through the clinic to the remaining outlaws. “Let’s get a move on it, darlin’. I’ve got somewhere important to be.” He winked and she melted.

  As the knowledge that this man had more than just taken her innocence swept over her, she had to fight to keep the smile on her face. She’d spent so long keeping her heart hardened for fear of it being broken again that she wasn’t prepared. She set her mind on the task at hand, doctoring the sick and injured. She treated two more before a man who looked to be in his late forties, entered the building. He looked a great deal like the MacSweeny men.

  “Son?”

  “Hi, Pop,” Parker said, cleaning his hands as he finished up with the last outlaw. He headed into the main operating room—the one she’d first assisted him in. Joseph was still resting comfortably. “Joseph should be just fine. Miss Lynn was here and lent a hand.”

  Parker’s father turned, noticing Lynn in the room for the first time. He was handsome, like his sons, and didn’t look old enough to be their father. “Miss Lynn?”

  “Mr. MacSweeny,” she acknowledged with a slight curtsy.

  Questions knit the man’s brow, but he held his tongue. He looked towards his son and moved up next to the patient, seeming to admire the work. “Nice. I didn’t think your stitches could get any tighter or cleaner. You’re already damn fine at it. These are your best yet.”

  Parker huffed softly. “If only I could take credit.”

  His father slid in close, squinting. “I haven’t seen work like that since my summer in Calluff Hills, across the world in the Old Territory. Professor Smith’s work is damn near identical to this. You know, the one I told you about. One of the best doctors I ever met. When he agreed to move over here, it was a win for the New Territory and a huge loss for the Old. Tragic story though. His entire family was brutally murdered.” Mr. MacSweeny sighed. “It was a huge blow to the medical community and to your mother and me. The Smiths were good people.”

  Lynn could barely breathe let alone speak. Mr. MacSweeny knew her father? She put a hand to the wall to help steady herself as she stared wide-eyed at the man.

  “Parker you’d have liked the man. Served as a medic in the World Guards, same as you, when he was first startin’ out. Then he went on to med school and started doctorin’ folks right away. By the time the man was in his late twenties, he was teaching medicine at the University of Calluff.”

  Lynn struggled to keep her emotions in check. Calluff had been the city she was born in, in the Old Territory once called Europe in the old accounts of Earth before The Great Sickness arrived, bringing with it death and an end to a huge portion of the planet’s population. The Great Sickness came about from pollution, technology, and germ warfare. At least that was what the supposed experts claimed. None knew for sure. Most everyone lived in fear of it happening again. Some territories banned technology of any kind. Others embraced it, believing it could help prevent such a horror from happening again. Lynn was torn.

  So much had changed. The Great Sickness was accompanied by huge changes in the planet, earthquakes that relocated land and, in some cases, swallowed it whole, leaving only islands in the aftermath. Glaciers melted, taking with them lands that had once been but were now ocean. Tidal waves did much the same thing, clearing out ocean front lands, leaving them shells of themselves. Tornados took out entire areas, clearing the land as if Mother Nature herself was demanding a do over. Those were dark times. Times whispered about. Gone but not forgotten. Seven hundred years had passed. Most of the planet had rebuilt to a degree. Some territories would never again be the powers they’d once been.

  Supernaturals, having a natural immunity to The Great Sickness that had wiped out a large portion of the human race, thrived in some territories and sections within them. The New Territory was a mix of acceptance and tolerance for supernaturals and fear. Many remaining humans began to rebuild their numbers and, while doing so, perpetuated fear mongering—hating and blaming the supernaturals for The Great Sickness. The Old Territory was slightly less welcoming of supernaturals. Other territories had a zero tolerance policy regarding them, and still others were comprised solely of supernaturals—no humans allowed.

  The New Frontier Territory, once called the United States of America, Mexico and Canada was harsh and separate from the other territories. Its people were proud and fierce, wanting their independence just as their ancestors of old had. The Old World Territory, across the vast ocean, held an old world charm about it. They’d been leaders in the rebuilding and, for a while, deemed themselves the super power and all other territories subject to their rule of law. That ended quickly. The New Territory especially was having none of that.

  Earthquakes had left what had once been called Asia a mass of independent islands, each their own territory now. The warring between territories had been an issue until all learned they were not alone in the universe. From that moment on, the inter- territory disputes lessened. They’d never go away fully, but they weren’t what they were once rumored to be. Now, the biggest fears came from above.

  Lynn thought more of home—of Calluff in the Old Territory—of her family.

  Mr. MacSweeny bent his head. “There was talk his oldest son had something to do with the murders. I don’t think I believe that much though. The papers didn’t much care about the truth though. They needed a scapegoat and pinnin’ a young man, who had his fair share of his differences with his father, seemed like a likely place for it to land.”

  Anger from the past welled and Lynn shook her head. “Trust didn’t do it! He was away at university when it happened. They proved it later, but the papers never did bother with a retraction.”

  All eyes in the room fixed on her. Mr. MacSweeny’s brow crinkled. “Ma’am, what did my son say your name was?”

  “L-Lynn,” she said in a low hushed tone.

  He nodded and grew silent. She seized the moment and made an attempt to leave, putting her back to the men.

  “Honor Smith,” Parker’s father said clearly.

  Out of habit, she responded to a name she hadn’t been called in nine years. “Yes?” As she faced Mr. MacSweeny, she realized she’d been baited.

  “I’m right, aren’t I child?” he questioned. “You’re Honor, aren’t you?”

  “Pickins,” a woman said, sweeping into the room.

  Her all black velvet dress was embroidered and had a long skirt. The finest of linens had been used to make it and the long fringe layers suited her, drawing attention to her small waist and large bust. She was easily Lynn’s height. That didn’t happen often. She didn’t look very old, maybe early forties at best. She was a lady for sure. Her gray gaze moved over the office.

  “There you are. The minute word reached me that your son was doing a possible amputation, I knew you’d come running to try to oversee him. I checked on Lisa. She and the boys are fine.” She paused a moment and then continued. “Pickins, Parker is an amazing doctor. You are retired. Leave
him be and let the boy run his own practice without you peeking your nose in all the time.” The woman drew up short and twisted, staring directly at Lynn. Her jaw dropped. “Good Lord, you’re barely decent. What did my son do to you?” She rounded on Parker. “Parker Pickins MacSweeny.”

  “Momma, I didn’t do anything… well… shit,” Parker said. “Mostly, she got that way by operating with me. Ended up covered in blood and changed down to her skivvies.” He actually blushed as though he was embarrassed to admit he’d ravished her. For such an obvious alpha male, the very fact he fell to pieces in the presence of his mother spoke volumes to the respect the woman demanded.

  “She did this, didn’t she?” his father asked, motioning to the stitch work on Joseph’s leg. “Damn impressive and very recognizable.”

  Lynn tried to go, but Mrs. MacSweeny blocked her path. She tipped her head. “You look familiar, sugar. Where is it I’ve seen you before?”

  “A wanted poster?” Lynn offered, hoping to end the discussion there.

  “Oh, I know,” Mrs. MacSweeny smiled. “You look just like the daughter of someone we once knew.”

  Lynn stared harder at the woman, a sense of familiarity settling over her. She vaguely remembered her mother sitting in a drawing room with a woman who looked a lot like Mrs. MacSweeny. The two were laughing and having a good visit.

  “Honor Smith?” Mr. MacSweeny asked his wife.

  “Why, yes, exactly,” she agreed. She stared Lynn over more, examining her with her curious gaze. “It’s uncanny. I never could get it out of my head just how striking Honor was, even as a young child. Never thought I’d meet someone with those same features.”

  Pickins cleared his throat. “Mary Sue, do you happen to remember Honor’s full name?”

  Mrs. MacSweeny nodded. “Of course. Lynette and Mayor gave her Lynnette as a middle name after her momma, of course.”

  Knowing Mr. MacSweeny had put the pieces together, Lynn looked up at him and wrung her hands together. “Please don’t tell anyone it’s me. Honor is in my past. She’s ashes to me now,” she said, her accent slipping again, to that of an Old Territory girl. “That was another life. I beg of you to allow her to remain there.”