Can they survive blazing heat, unwelcome guests, handsy patrons, and a visit from SWAT?
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Can they survive blazing heat, unwelcome guests, handsy patrons, and a visit from SWAT? If so, they might just find the answers to what’s next in each other.
“What is going on over there?” Parker asked when he set her down.
“It’s not a big deal,” she answered, trying for the steps again.
“Nope.” Parker took her hand again, holding her away from the stairs. “Now you have to tell me.” He scowled, refusing to budge.
“Fine. So do you see the woman?” she asked. She pulled him over to look out the door with her. When he nodded she continued. “She’s married to that man on the far side. She’s been having an affair with his brother who’s the other guy.” She noticed that Parker’s scowl got even deeper. “She wants it to turn into a threesome which the brother is good with, but the husband not so much.”
“Like she wants the brothers to be some big happy mosh pit?” Astrid laughed at his words. Some big happy mosh pit? What was that?
“I don’t know that she means a ménage, just sex with both. Independently.”
“No. Nope. I don’t share.” With a shake of his head, he started up the stairs pulling her up behind him. “Definitely not with a brother. Does this happen a lot in this neighborhood?” He stopped halfway up to glance back at her.
“Well, no one has posted it on a banner hanging from their porch and there’s not a block newsletter. So…”She caught a flash of a smile right before he schooled his face back into the look of a grouchy bartender.
He held her hand the entire way to the second floor. By the time they reached the living area, she was positive that if he didn’t turn her loose soon, she would simply melt into a puddle at his feet.
That didn’t happen though. He held on to her hand as he walked through the apartment, checking rooms and trying doors until he was back in the main living area. She didn’t melt, well not because of his proximity anyway. However, the threat was real. With the windows closed, it was as hot as Hades in the apartment.
“This is my room,” she said, pointing to the smallest of the bedrooms. The others were kept locked since no one was living in them this summer. She left her door open so the small amount of cool air she got through the windows could circulate.
“I don’t like this,” Parker announced, the scowl still on his face.
“Oh. I thought I did a half-decent job of fixing up the room. It’s old, but…”
“No, your room looks fine. I don’t like this apartment. Is there no one else living in this house?”
“There is a foreign student upstairs who’s taking summer classes. He’s nice enough. Always nods hello when I run into him on the stairs.”
“Him? The only other person in this house is a man?” Turning so he was looking down at her, she was met with the most furious glare she had witnessed so far. She tried to shrink away, but he still held her hand so he pulled her easily back to him. “You’re not safe here.”
“Says the person who threw me in his bed after dragging my ass up the stairs last night. I stayed with three men like some jacked-up Snow White above a bar,” Astrid said looking up at him with a smirk.
His face turned into a raging storm. She gasped, realizing she had just pushed a man she barely knew too far. Backing her into the wall, Parker pushed his big body against her until they were connected from thigh to chest.
“I don’t like this,” he growled out in her ear. “Anything could happen. I can’t protect you when you’re here. At least in my bed, I’ll know who’s with you.” Astrid gasped, wondering what he meant.
Just as quickly as he had pushed up against her, she felt him take a step back. His face smoothed out to one of concern. His ever-changing moods were starting to give her whiplash. He ran his hands through his hair. He looked around like he was searching for something.
“Just…uh. Lock up behind me. I’ll see you tonight.” She watched Parker walk out of the apartment. When the door slammed shut at the front of the house, Astrid walked into her bedroom, falling on her bed.
“Holy shit!” she whispered, trying to catch her breath.
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