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Jenny didn’t know how much time had passed. She sort of recalled Dale leaving her then returning and using a warm, damp cloth on her. Caring for her, as these men inevitably did. Then nestling close, drawing up the covers…and that was the last she could remember.
She opened her eyes to darkness. Wow, I must have conked right out. Behind her, Dale spooned her, the sound of his breathing, slow and deep, telling her he was sound asleep. Her head rested on Parker’s chest, with her right hand splayed beside her face. His arm cradled her shoulder, and his hand lightly caressed her hair.
“Did I wake you, baby?”
She grinned. “No, I have to pee. And I need to shower.”
She bounced on him as he silently chuckled. She couldn’t help but smile in return.
“Dale showered just after you dropped off. We didn’t want to wake you.” He moved gently, withdrawing his arm then easing the blankets off them. He picked up his cell phone and showed her the time. It was just after two thirty in the morning.
Parker stood and extended a hand to her. “Come, sweet Jenny. I’ll meet you in the shower.”
She took care of her most pressing need then stepped into the large glass enclosure. The water, warm and plentiful, rained down. Jenny sighed and let herself embrace this luxury.
Parker used foam-covered hands on her breasts, spreading the lather over every part of her body. His fingers were gentle when he washed her intimate areas, front and back.
“Sore?”
“Not sore so much as my body’s telling me it knows what I’ve been doing.” She winked at him, and he chuckled.
She quickly took care of her hair, washing and rinsing and conditioning. Then stood for a just a little longer, simply letting the water soothe her.
Parker handed her a towel, dried himself, then got another to use on her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, hugging her close. Then he picked up another towel.
“Are you hungry, baby?”
She looked up into the bathroom mirror, encountering his gaze. He stood behind her, using a towel on her hair, sopping up most of the moisture. Totally naked, she liked the look of them together.
“I’d like a piece of toast,” Jenny said. They’d had supper with a slew of Benedicts at Angel’s the night before, but she never really ate heartily when she was at the roadhouse.
“That sounds really good,” Parker said.
He waited while she worked a comb through her hair. She didn’t want to turn on the hairdryer. Dale was sleeping soundly, and she didn’t want to awaken him. Then Parker took her hand and led her out of the bathroom, past his still sleeping brother. He snagged his boxers and tossed her his tee shirt.
She slid the garment over her head and followed him downstairs. Parker handled the toast while she prepared a couple of cups of cocoa.
“I don’t midnight-snack too often,” Jenny said. “But when I do, buttered toast is my go-to craving.” She popped the last bit into her mouth. It had tasted so good. She sipped her cocoa and closed her eyes as it warmed her all the way down.
“You can bet that with four brothers, late-night foraging was not uncommon in our house.” Parker said. “Especially when we were teens—Marcus was older than the rest of us by a few years. By the time Dale and I hit thirteen, Lewis was fifteen, Gary seventeen, and Marcus in his early twenties. All of us were growing boys, really, and constantly hungry.” Parker grinned. “It wasn’t until I was older that I realized Mom kept the fridge stocked with food for those raids. Boys,” he said, “really do eat a hell of a lot.”
“Do men eat a hell of a lot, too?” Never one to tease or flirt easily, Jenny found, with Parker and Dale, the urge to do so was nearly instinctive.
“We do…but we don’t always waste our appetites on mere food.” The look in his eyes, and the way his cock tented his boxers, told her his appetite for food may have been sated but another craving had not yet been met.
“You look like a man who wants dessert.” She knew exactly what he had in mind. She was about to put a twist on it. “Me, too. So what do you say, handsome? Wanna munch on each other?”
“Absolutely.”
Parker lifted her into his arms and carried her into the living room. He laid her on the thick carpet then shucked his shorts. For what was going to happen next, she didn’t need to lose the shirt, which was the only garment she had on. Parker grinned then came down beside her on her right, his feet resting on the rug beside her head.
