Parker stepped out into the bedroom, unwrapped the soaked towel from her body, and tossed it to the side. She tucked the dry one around her and glanced nervously around the room.
She shouldn't be nervous. She'd been in plenty of situations where she was bugged and had to be careful of everything she said or did.
But never with Garrett.
Parker had no idea how they were going to do this. For the first time in her career she felt like things were out of her control. This was a Navy mission, and she was basically on loan to them. She didn’t have to make all the decisions, and she didn’t have to manage everyone and everything. Garrett was the leader of this mission, and right now she was more than happy to let him take the lead.
Everything she’d thought about for years was suddenly coming to fruition. She was overcome with a wave of sadness that it was happening as a ruse while strangers were listening.
With a shaking hand, she flipped the switch to turn off the main chandelier in the room, the only light had come from the moon shining through the windows and the sliver of light under the bathroom door. Parker clutched the towel to her chest and crawled into bed, knowing that everything could come crashing down around them if she didn’t suck it up and just do the job she came there for. She needed to focus on that and how important it was for them to get the truth. Parker would do whatever it took, even if it meant crossing the biggest line ever with her best friend.
Garrett left the water running while he stepped out of the shower and removed all of his wet clothes. He grabbed a towel off of the shelf next to the sink, dried off, and wrapped it around his hips, securing it in place.
He leaned his hands on the counter in front of the sink and stared at himself in the mirror for a few minutes, wondering how he was going to play this. Parker was out there right now...in bed... waiting for him―his friend and the woman he'd dreamed about for as long as he could remember.
The guilt crept up as he reminded himself that this was his best friend's girl. Milo, the boy he grew up with and the man that remained his friend through everything―he was gone and he was never coming back, but that still didn't make anything about this right. Milo had always asked him before a mission if he would take care of Parker if anything happened to him. Garrett was certain that this wasn’t what Milo had in mind. He was plagued with thoughts of Milo barging through the door and asking Garrett how he could betray him like this.
Garrett turned around and shut off the water, taking a deep breath. He closed the door on his personal feelings and put up the wall, reminding himself that this was just a job and Parker was just his friend. He was a SEAL, and she was CIA, and they were both there to get the job done, no matter the costs. He knew Parker would be completely professional about this, and so would he.
With a steel resolve, he opened the bathroom door and stepped out in the dark room.
Parker’s heart skipped a beat as the bathroom door opened and the light spilled out onto the bed. She was lying on her side, still clutching the towel to her chest as she watched the silhouette of Garrett with a towel wrapped around his hips step out into the room.
Garrett glanced at Parker, taking in the sight of her waiting for him in bed. He reached back into the bathroom and flipped off the light. He could no longer see Parker’s face and part of him was grateful for that. He didn’t want her to see just how much this was torturing him inside.
The light from the moon illuminated the room just enough so he could see where he was going as he rounded the bed and crawled in under the covers behind Parker. He wondered just how much sound the bugs could detect and hoped they couldn’t hear his heart about to beat out of his chest.
Parker was glad Garrett decided to turn the bathroom light off. There was only so much truth she was willing to share right then. If he saw her face during whatever it was he was planning, she knew it would be a dead giveaway. She was nervous and scared about the fact that someone was most likely listening to their every move right now, but deep down inside, in a place she kept hidden from everyone, a tiny thrill of excitement shot straight to her core as Garrett slid across the bed towards her and rested his hand on her bare shoulder.
Parker’s skin broke out in goose bumps immediately, and Garrett could feel them under his palm. He pushed himself up on his hip and reached down to pull the sheet and comforter up over both of their bodies. He knew Parker was still wet from the shower and figured she must be freezing.
Garrett let the blanket fall to his waist, knowing he was far from needing to be warmed up. Being this close to Parker, when she was wearing nothing more than a towel, made him hot enough.
Parker finally let go of her tight grasp on the towel and pulled her arm out from under the blankets, letting it rest on her side above the covers. She could feel the heat from Garrett’s body radiating off of him and wished he would close the gap between them and press himself against her. Parker needed to feel him. She needed his touch to calm her nerves.
As if reading her mind, Garrett scooted closer to Parker, still leaving a few inches between them, though. He felt himself harden as soon as he walked in on her in the bathroom and pulled her up against him. Right now he was practically screaming to be touched, and he didn’t want to make it more awkward than it already was.
Garrett held himself up on one elbow, looking down at Parker’s profile. She had her eyes closed and her bottom lip held between her teeth. He knew Parker well enough to understand that this situation was making her tense. If this was going to work, they both needed to relax.
Reaching up with his hand, he brushed Parker’s damp hair off of her shoulder, letting his fingertips graze her skin. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss in the crook of her neck and then rested his forehead there for a moment, silently letting her know that everything would be okay. Garrett felt her body relax, sinking deeper into the mattress, and he knew it was time to get the show started. He pulled his head up and placed his lips to her neck a second time, making sure to create a loud smacking noise with his lips this time, certain to be picked up by the microphones.
His lips made their way down the side of her neck and across the top of her shoulder, burning a path as they went. Each kiss echoed into the quiet room, and though Parker knew why he was making so much noise, the sounds broke through her mind and reminded her with each press of wet and warmth to her skin exactly who was doing this to her.
Garrett didn’t need to make this more than it was; he didn’t need to make sure it was enjoyable for her, but he wanted to. He had to. With the first taste of her skin in his mouth, he knew there was no turning back. He turned off his mind to the fact of this just being a job and concentrated on it being Parker. Once he got to the end of her shoulder, he made his way back up to her neck, letting his tongue skim against her with every touch of his mouth to her to her skin.
Parker couldn’t hold back the soft sighs that escaped when Garrett’s tongue touched her, and she couldn’t stop the quiet moans that broke free from her lips as he nuzzled his mouth and nose directly under her ear. He breathed her in and opened his mouth when he placed a kiss to the spot below her ear. His teeth grazed the smooth skin there as he sucked gently, his hand fisting into the material of the blanket draped over Parker’s hip.
Garrett suddenly didn’t care anymore about shocking Parker with his need for her. He wanted to hear more of her moans and soft cries of need, even if they were more for the benefit of those listening than for him.
Still holding himself up on his elbow behind her, Garrett slipped his hand under the blanket, immediately feeling warm skin where the cloth had fallen open. Garrett tugged at the towel that was bunched between them as Parker lifted up enough for it to be pulled out from under her, and then she heard the sound of it being thrown across the room. Garrett’s hand came back to its spot on her hip under the covers and leaned his head down, gently sucking her ear lobe into his mouth, letting his tongue swirl around it in his closed mouth. His hand slid to the smooth skin of her stomac
h and pulled her body back until his chest touched the bare skin of her back and his towel was the only thing that separated his hardness from her softness.
Parker kept her eyes closed and enjoyed the sensations of Garrett pressing his body into hers. She could feel how hard he was and an ache spread between her legs, knowing there was only a thin piece of cotton that separated them. With a slide of the towel and a thrust of his hips, he could be pushing himself into her waiting heat. That thought and the things he was doing to her ear with his mouth and tongue made her push back against him.
Garrett groaned as Parker slid against him, the feel of her completely naked body threatening to undo him. He removed his arm from around her waist now that she was securely pressed into him. His palm rested on the curve of her hip, and he looked down into the profile of her beautiful face.
“Say it,” he whispered against her ear as his tongue licked the edge of her lobe.
Parker shuddered against him. She knew exactly why he instructed her the way he did. He was giving her an out. He was letting her know that she could stop everything right now if she wasn’t comfortable. If she didn’t say anything, they would probably just go forward with the plan of pretending and make a bunch of noise in an attempt to satisfy the walls that had ears. If she spoke, if she confirmed her needs, nothing would need to be faked. Garrett would make sure of that. With two simple words, he had let her know that he was all in and would do whatever she asked. He had given the control back to her, knowing she was floundering without it.
Parker immediately forgot about their audience, forgot about where they were and what lines they were crossing with each other and just let her mind and body be taken over by Garrett.
Garrett held his breath and kept his mouth against Parker’s ear, waiting for her reply. If she didn’t say anything, their friendship would remain exactly like it was and once this mission was over, they’d go back to living their lives and forget how close they’d come to hurtling themselves off the edge of a cliff. If she spoke, if she voiced the words Garrett had longed to hear, since the day he met her, he would gladly take her hand and jump.
Parker brought her arm up and reached behind her so she could run her fingers through Garrett’s hair. She pulled his head down to her neck and voiced her decision at the same time.
“Touch me,” she whispered as his lips attached to her neck. “Please.”
Garrett let out a groan of relief as he sucked and licked every inch of Parker’s neck and slid his hand down her hip and over her smooth thigh. He let his hand dip between her legs and gently pulled the top one back and over his hip, opening her to him.
Parker’s heart beat a frenzied rhythm in her chest. She was bare and wide open for him and panting with the need to feel his hands on her, inside of her, and claiming her once and for all.
Garrett’s hand resting on her knee slowly slipped back down the inside of her thigh. He stopped when his fingers came in contact with her smooth lips, and he swallowed thickly. He knew there was no turning back from this point. And right now he didn’t care.
He removed his hand from her inner thigh, and Parker moaned in protest. Before she could tell him to keep going, he came back to her, cupping the heat between her legs. He kept his palm flat against her, the heel of his hand pressing down on her most sensitive area, his fingers ghosting over the wetness that pooled around her opening. Parker’s hips jerked automatically at the feel of his warm hand against her, forcing the tip of his middle finger to just barely enter her.
Garrett and Parker both stopped all movement and held perfectly still. The anticipation was enough to kill Parker, and Garrett needed to slow his breathing. He buried his head into the side of her neck and squeezed his eyes closed. The first touch of her and he was already about to fall apart. He couldn’t believe how wet and warm and perfect she felt.
Parker let go of her iron clad grasp on the back of Garrett’s head and slid her arm under the covers, gliding her hand down Garrett’s forearm, until her hand was right over his between her legs. Parker wrapped her fingers around Garrett’s wrist and with the slightest pressure signaled Garrett that she needed more.
With Parker’s firm grip on Garrett’s wrist, together they pushed Garrett’s finger the rest of the way inside of her welcoming heat. They both let out a moan; Garrett’s followed with a guttural, “Fuck.”
Parker moved her hand from Garrett’s and reached back to grab his hip, pulling him harder against her. She moved her hips so he sunk even deeper inside, and she could rub herself against his hard length.
A second finger joined the first to stretch Parker and drive deep inside her. The heel of Garrett’s hand grazed the sensitive bundle of nerves with each deep stroke deep. The sounds of Garrett’s fingers pumping in and out of her wetness filled the room, even muffled under the covers.
Parker’s own muttered curses of “Fuck” and “Oh God” started playing on a loop as Garrett’s fingers and hands brought her to the brink. He pulled out of her slowly, letting the tips of his two fingers glide sluggishly through her slit, pulling the wetness with him as he found her swollen nub and circled it over and over.
Parker’s head rested on her arm and her hand dangled lifelessly out in front of her. While Garrett’s fingers worked her into a frenzy, sliding back and forth, he moved the arm holding him up and reached out to place his hand over hers. Parker intertwined their fingers and squeezed his hand as she felt the buildup of her orgasm.
Her hips thrust against his hand working between her legs as he kissed and sucked the back of her neck. Garrett tried not to push his aching hardness against Parker but it was out of his hands now. She clutched his hip and pulled him against her forcefully every time he tried to move back a little, his towel slipping away with each shift. His fingers glided through her wetness, and he increased the pressure against her, listening to her moan and breathe heavily.
Garrett suddenly wished he would have left the bathroom light on. He wanted more than anything to be able to see Parker when she came, to see the blush spread across her chest and the look of pleasure on her face, knowing he was the one to bring her there.
Garrett’s fingers slid back down through Parker until they plunged back inside her as deep as they would go, leaving his thumb to flick back and forth over her clit. If he couldn’t see her come, he at least wanted to feel it.
He held his fingers still, as deep as they would go, and put his mouth against her ear.
“Let go, baby,” he whispered, urging her on.
The feel of Garrett’s breath, his whispered command, and his fingers working every inch of her aching flesh pushed Parker over the edge. Garrett’s thumb continued to work her over while his fingers remained immobile inside of her while she came apart around him. She pushed her hips forward and held still against his hand as her toes curled and the release spread up through her thighs and burst from her center.
“Oh God…Garrett…fuck,” Parker moaned as Garrett felt her tighten and throb around his fingers. She rocked her hips against his hand and milked every last drop of the orgasm out of herself. She was floating on adrenaline and ecstasy as the movement of her hips slowed, and she felt the beat of her heart pulsing around his fingers, still sheathed deep inside of her. Parker knew she’d never felt anything more intense in her life.
As she came down from her high, Parker realized Garrett was still rock hard up against her. His towel was gone and she could feel every inch of him against her skin. He slowly removed his fingers from her, and she tried not to whimper at the loss of that small part of him inside of her. Instead, she focused on him.
Garrett moved his hand up to Parker’s hip as she slid her leg off of his. He attempted to move away, but her hand was still clutched tightly to his own hip. She slid her hand further back, until she was gripping his ass and pulling him against her.
With Parker’s hand pulling and her hips pushing back into him, the base of Garrett’s cock slipped between the cheeks of her ass and he involuntarily je
rked his hips forward, sliding through, groaning in pleasure with the contact.
Garrett needed to stop. He didn’t want to use her for his release. This was all about Parker and her pleasure tonight. But the more she pushed her hips back and moved herself up and down his length, the more he forgot about everything except the connection and release he had wanted to share with her since the moment he first laid eyes on her. With his arms wrapped around Parker, all he wanted was to bury himself deep inside her and ride out his orgasm with her.
Parker could tell Garrett was holding back. She needed to feel him lose control so she wasn’t alone. Even if they couldn’t say it with words, they could say it with their bodies. She needed to know that he craved her as much as she did him.
“It’s your turn, baby,” Parker whispered as she craned her neck so she could try to see Garrett’s face in the darkened room. Garrett raised his head when Parker turned, and she pressed her lips lightly to his, moved her hips faster and ground herself harder against him before turning away from him again.
Her words and the soft touch of her lips sent a jolt through him, and he couldn’t stop himself from pushing his hips into her if he tried. Her scent surrounded him and her soft moans and sighs of pleasure echoed in his ear. He tightened his hold around her waist and held her body against his, wishing he never had to let her go. Parker’s hand was still grasped in his, above her head, and Garrett clenched his fingers around hers tighter, pulled their joined hands up towards his mouth, and turned her hand over so he could press his lips to her palm.
Parker opened their joined hands so her palm was wide open for Garrett’s mouth. He continued to place open mouthed kisses to the skin of her upturned hand and grazed his teeth against the heel as he thrust himself against Parker. Her skin was soft and her body was hot, and he almost couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that this was his Parker, naked and writhing against him as he pushed himself to release, using the body he’d always fantasized about. Garrett wished more than anything he could just shift his hips and push his length deep inside her, connecting them like he’d always wanted and needed. It was bad enough what they’d already done had been shared with others. He was not about to make love to her, to do something that special, when he didn’t have her all to himself. He would never share that with anyone.
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