by S. M. Shade
“Parker,” I breathe.
His breath is hot in my ear. “What did I say I was going to do to you?”
“Fuck me.” My hands clutch his ass and I decide it’s my favorite part of him. Not an ounce of fat on this man, but a firm bubble butt flexes under my fingers.
“First, I promised you’d be whimpering under my tongue, and I never break a promise.” Just the thought of his mouth on me sends a rush of moisture right where his tongue is headed. Sitting on his heels, his grin is wicked as he gazes down at me.
“You aren’t going to get shy on me, now, are you?” Rough palms grip the underside of my knees and move them apart. “Word for today is legs, baby. Now, let’s spread the word,” he teases, enjoying my internal battle of embarrassment versus lust.
“Parker,” I gasp when he dips his dark head and licks a stripe up my center with his thick tongue.
“That’s right. Say my name. Remember who’s licking this gorgeous pussy.” Locking his arms around my thighs, he pulls me against his mouth, licking and sucking while I writhe under the sudden onslaught. It’s so good. It’s too good. I can’t take it.
“No you don’t. No escape,” he growls when I try to scoot up the bed. Strong arms hold me in place and he sucks hard at the same time his thick finger penetrates me.
“Oh, Parker, yes, oh!” Words garbled with nonsense pour from my lips as my first sharp orgasm leads directly into the intense rolling waves of a second. I can’t take his tongue on my sensitive flesh anymore and he stops, chuckling at the sound of my squeal.
“One more?”
“No!” My legs slam closed, and he yanks them open again, crawling up my body with a smug smile.
“I’d rather feel you come when I’m inside you, anyway.”
My hands roam his sculpted back. “I doubt I can. Even two doesn’t usually happen for me. You’re too damn good with your mouth.”
“You’ll come,” he says, grabbing a condom from the nightstand drawer.
“Are you raiding Mason’s stash?”
“He’ll get over it.” His eyes heat, lust pouring from his body when I snatch the condom and roll it down his cock.
“Go easy,” I mumble. “You’re…big.”
His cocky grin softens to a sweet smile and he presses a light kiss on my lips. “I’ll take care of you, sweetheart.”
My hands explore his muscular back, squeezing his round ass while he bathes my breasts with attention. Lips tugging my nipple elicit a soft moan, and my hips thrust up involuntarily. “You like that?” he whispers.
“Please.” Sweat pastes my skin to the sheets as I twist under him, desperate to feel him inside me. Parting my lips with his, he slips his tongue into my mouth, kissing me with soft sweeping strokes that steal all my strength. His swollen cock prods between my legs, torturing me, and I press against it, trying to get it where I need him.
“So impatient,” Parker teases, guiding the swollen head inside me. Shit. This is going to hurt. He feels about a mile wide. “Look at me, sweetheart. I want to see your eyes.” It’s so intimate, staring into those pale blue eyes as he takes me, slowly working himself in and out until he’s completely buried.
What starts as a burn turns to an exquisite heat and Parker groans, my walls clenching him while we move together. Our rhythm is natural, unhurried, and his eyes never leave mine when he eases my ankles onto his shoulders.
The angle sends him deeper, exactly where I need him, and my eyes close as my head falls back. Every stroke of his rock hard cock through my sensitive tissues sends a streak of pleasure through me. It’s never felt like this, never been so good. “I feel you getting ready to come, baby. Open your eyes. Look at me.”
Sweat glues his hair to his head and glistens on his chest. His jaw is clenched and his face flushed. He’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Without warning, the most intense, toe curling orgasm of my life rips through me. I hear a drawn out moan and it’s not until I’m catching my breath that I realize it was mine.
My brain resumes functioning just in time to see Parker lose control. His rhythm falters and a low growl rattles his chest as he stills, pulsing inside me, a concentrated frown on his face. “Fuck, Mace, that was incredible, baby,” he breathes, gently lowering my shaking legs from his shoulders. “You okay?”
“Mmm.” I’m warm and content, every muscle in my body limp and relaxed. Smiling, he sits propped against the headboard, and pulls me into his lap. I straddle him, laying my head on his shoulder, and his arms envelop me. This is heaven, being so close to him, and I nuzzle his neck, inhaling his sweaty masculine scent.
“Christ, Macy, what are you doing to me?”
“Nothing that hasn’t been done before.” My tongue traces up his neck. I just can’t get enough of him.
“Bullshit. I think about you all the damn time.” His hands cup my face and he kisses me, talking every time our lips part. “Wonder what you’re thinking, what you’re feeling.” His tongue invades my mouth again like he owns it, like he’s pissed. “I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about you…innocence and strength. Fuck, I don’t know what I’m saying. I just…this is more.” Bright eyes delve into mine and the sound of his voice makes me shiver. “You’re more.”
“I feel the same way,” I confess, pressing my forehead to his. “But I need to know I’m enough. When you’re done, say you’re done, before you fuck someone else. The thought of you with some woman makes me want to tear the skanks hair out.”
Chuckling, he pulls me down to lie beside him, tucking me against his sweaty side. “I’ll never be done. Don’t think for a second I don’t know you’re too good for me, but I don’t care. I’m selfish like that. I know I used to…”
“Whore around?” I taunt, and he flicks my nipple with his fingertip.
“Date a lot,” he finishes. “But that’s over. I haven’t wanted anyone since I met you.”
“Except when you went to Hype with Alex.” The words just fly out and I instantly regret them. It’s stupid. We weren’t together, and I have no right to be jealous, but that night eats at me. Perfume all over him, lipstick on his neck. “I’m sorry. I have no right to…care about that. You were my bodyguard, not my boyfriend.”
Soft lips find mine in the dark. “I’m glad you care, and I think we both know I’ve been more than your bodyguard, but I didn’t sleep with her.”
“You don’t have to say that. It’s none of my business.” His embrace tightens when I try to scoot away.
“I didn’t fuck her.”
“Maybe you don’t remember. You were too drunk to whistle when you got here, but her perfume and lipstick were all over you.”
He scoffs. “I remember. First time ever my dick wouldn’t cooperate, not something I’d forget. She stripped naked in front of me and I touched her, but all I could think of was you. So I left and tried to drink until you faded, but it didn’t work.”
Relief pours through me as his fingers rake through my hair. “You’re supposed to be off limits and I’m supposed to have the ability to control myself, but with you I don’t. I don’t want to. I want you to be mine.”
“I want to be yours,” I murmur, nuzzling his neck. “And that means you’re mine.”
“So possessive. Loving the jealousy, baby,” he taunts.
His body jerks when I bite his earlobe. “Shut it. You’re not funny.”
“No, you are. It’s another reason I love to be with you.”
Wow, this man never fails to surprise me. “Sweet talker,” I reply, cuddling up and resting my head on his shoulder. I could stay in this spot forever, content to lie with him and feel his fingers in my hair. My eyes are just beginning to close when he says my name in a soft voice. “Hmm?”
“Never tell anyone I said I couldn’t get it up.” I can’t control the snort of laughter, and his hand tightens in my hair. His expression is dead serious when I peek up at him, and I feel bad for laughing, but guys worry about the dumbest things.
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nbsp; “Not being turned on by a bar slut isn’t something to be ashamed of.” I press a finger to his lips when he goes to argue. “But it’s our secret. Besides, you didn’t have any trouble trying to burst my pussy with that mammoth.”
“Mammoth? You’re calling my cock a prehistoric hairy elephant?”
“Mammoth as in huge, enormous, colossal…”
“Go on.”
“I think your ego has had enough.”
“Fine. Then say pussy again.”
“Go to sleep.” I giggle and curl up in his arms, happier than I can ever remember being.
A soft kiss on my neck wakes me the next morning and Parker chuckles when I let out a small moan. “You respond to me even in your sleep,” he utters.
“Stop feeling me up in my sleep.” Muscles not used to such a workout scream when I stretch.
“Quit being so sexy in the morning.” My eyes are drawn to his lips as he grins at me and I’m struck by a pang of arousal at the memory of his mouth on me. “Fuck, Mace, don’t look at me like that. I’ll be hard all day.”
“I could help with that.” He groans when I reach between his legs and catches my hand.
“Cody’s awake.” No sooner are the words out of his mouth, Cody bounds into the room.
“There you are! I was looking for Macy. I’m hungry.”
“Go on to the kitchen, buddy. We’ll be there in a minute,” Parker says, and Cody sprints down the hall. “World’s smallest cockblocker,” Parker grumbles, and I slap his chest.
“You’re terrible.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“Are you trying to sweet talk me into making breakfast?”
“Possibly. Doesn’t make it any less true.”
“Well, go away and quit distracting me if you want food.”
“I’m distracting?”
Grinning up at him, I squeeze his biceps. “Is this where you pretend you don’t know you’re all muscly and gorgeous?”
“Muscly? Are you sure you’re an editor?”
“I craft with words, asshole. Now, go away so I can get dressed.”
“Yes, ma’am, but I’ll be requiring a reward in the form of bacon,” he says, rising and pulling a t-shirt over his head before heading to the kitchen to join Cody.
I love this playful, silly side of him. With all that’s happened, I haven’t got to see it much. I’m looking forward to spending time with him just having fun without all the worry. Maybe Al is done screwing with me and will keep his loser ass in Florida.
Parker gets a call that Mason will be home the next day. While he keeps Cody entertained, I spend the day cooking and cleaning the house. “You didn’t have to do all that,” Parker says as we cuddle up in bed that night.
“Ev will have her hands full with Mason’s recovery and taking care of Cody. I prepared a few meals she can thaw and heat to make things easier the first few days.”
“Everyone will be here tomorrow for a little coming home party. Then we can go home…er…back to my house.”
Laying my head on his chest, I strive to sound nonchalant. “Al’s out of state. Maybe it’s time for me to get my own place, rent an apartment.” As much as I love staying with Parker, this is a very new relationship. We shouldn’t be living together.
“Nope. You’re stuck with me until he’s caught.”
“Then I’ll be rid of you?” I tease.
“Only while you’re at work. All other times, you’re still mine.”
I love the idea of being his and hate that I need to ask this question. “And you’re mine? Only mine? I don’t share well.”
He tilts my head up to kiss my lips. “You’re all I need, doll. Just you. Just us.”
“Want to defile Mason’s bed one more time?”
One more time turned into three and I’m paying for it today with the ache between my legs. “Daddy!” Cody screeches as Alex helps Mason through the door.
“Whoa, buddy.” Ev catches him before he can jump on Mason and he freezes, eyes wide as he takes in the puffy white bandages plastered across his father’s torso. “You have to take it easy.”
His expression is uncertain while he follows them to the couch. “Does it hurt, Daddy?”
“I’m fine. Come here, boy. I haven’t seen your silly face for days,” Mason replies, patting the cushion beside him. Instantly lighting up, Cody climbs on the couch and settles beside his father.
“Why the hell is everyone in my house?” Mason asks when Ian, Alex and Cooper join us.
“We missed your winning personality,” Ian replies, dropping a bag on his lap. “Might not want to open that in front of the kid.”
Ev gives him a wary look. “What is it?”
Mason peeks in the bag and snorts, “Bacon and porn.”
“It’s your basic stuck at home survival kit,” Ian explains, grinning.
“I’ll put it away,” Ev volunteers, exasperated, and snatches the bag before heading to the kitchen. I follow her, leaving the guys to talk.
“How are you doing?”
Exhausted eyes meet mine and she plops onto a stool. “Better now. The first few days…” She shakes her head, and I wrap her in a hug.
“I’m so sorry I couldn’t be there, Ev. Parker has had me on lockdown.”
A knowing smile tilts her lips. “Yeah, I’ve never seen Parker act like that. Any idea why he’d behave that way?”
“He’s overprotective.” I shrug, pouring us both a glass of wine.
“Uh-huh, and crazy about you.”
“Did he say that?” I mumble, fidgeting with my wine glass.
“He didn’t have to. Do you feel the same way about him?”
“Mason wouldn’t like it, would he?”
“Don’t worry about Mason,” she scoffs. “Do you like him?”
“Way too much,” I confess, looking her in the eye. “I know you warned me off him, but…”
Her hand darts across the counter and grasps mine. “I was wrong. Look, it’s true Parker doesn’t have a great track record with women. I warned you because I didn’t want you to get hurt, especially after all you’ve been through with Al. But something is different about him since he met you. He doesn’t even stare at my ass anymore.”
Laughing, I refill my wine glass and gesture toward hers. “Too tired for wine?”
“Too pregnant,” she whispers.
Stunned, I exclaim, “What? You’re…”
“Shh!” Her hand claps over my mouth and she laughs. “Mason doesn’t know yet.”
“But I thought you couldn’t.”
“Me too, but apparently, Mason has super sperm.”
“Congratulations! God, Ev, what a damn week you’ve had.”
“Did I forget to mention I’m also engaged?” Musical laughter fills the room when she sees my expression.
“Girl, when things settle down, we need a night to gossip.”
Sliding off of her stool, she agrees. “Yeah, but right now I have one question.” Her grin is impish. “How was he?”
I drain the rest of my wine. “Fucking amazing.” Ev links her arm through mine and we head back to the living room.
“These Reed boys,” she mutters. “Heaven help us.”
Parker
Mason is a grouch so we don’t hang out long. After making Everly promise to call me if they need anything, Macy and I pack up and head home. My home. I can’t start thinking of it as our home. I want that asshole who hurt her caught, want to beat the shit out of him, but I also dread that phone call. The one that lets her leave. When she doesn’t need me for protection, she’ll have no reason to stay and will probably want to get far away from all this.
Until then, I plan to spend every minute with her I can. We’re barely through my front door when I drop our bags and scoop her up, smiling at the sound of her giggle. “Parker! What are you doing?”
“What I’ve been dying to do all day,” I mumble into her neck, dropping onto the couch with her on my lap. Her body goes lax at my touch. I lo
ve the way she melts in my arms, tilting her head to offer her neck, showing how she trusts me when she has no reason to trust any man.
“Mmm, I love your lips on me,” she whispers, when I lay her on her back and kiss up her belly. Her shirt bunches under my hands as I work my way up to her bra. I’m about to unfasten her bra when the front door slams shut and Jensen clears his throat.
Fuck. Macy jerks her shirt down and peeks over the back of the couch. He couldn’t see her from where he’s standing, but her face still glows red. “Sorry,” he says, failing to keep the amusement from his voice. “Just wanted to let you know I’ll be watching the perimeter. Devon will be taking over in the morning.”
Getting to my feet, I escort him to the door. “Great, thanks. Let me know if there’s a problem.”
“Other than the fact you didn’t set the alarm? Get your mind off your dick, Park,” Jensen warns. He’s right. I screwed up and I can’t let it happen again. Just because we think Pearson is out of town doesn’t mean we let our guard down. As soon as the door closes behind him, I lock it and activate the alarm. Thank fuck Macy doesn’t realize I screwed up. The last thing I want to do is lose her trust.
“Where were we?” I ask, returning to the couch.
“You were taking me to your bedroom to fuck my brains out.” Yeah, this woman isn’t going anywhere.
The next few days fly by. Devon and Jensen keep an eye on Macy during the day while I work. I hate to leave her, but with Mason out of commission there’s too much to be done and I don’t want it all to fall on Alex’s shoulders.
We spend every evening together, eating dinner, talking and laughing, before falling into bed to screw our brains out. My instinct is to be gentle with her since she’s been abused, but she isn’t having it.
Sometimes, I take her slow and sweet, but just as often she’s clawing my back, my name echoing around the room while I pound into her. I could do this for the rest of my life.
Macy is cuddled up on my chest in bed when Mason rings my phone. “About time I heard from you, old man,” I answer. “Ev still have to hold your dick while you piss?”