Craving You (TBX #2)

by Ashley Christin

  “He killed it!” Tim yells with pride for one of his best friends. I can’t even begin to fight the smile from taking over my face. I’m so proud of Parker. He owned that ramp.

  I’m actually jealous. Of. A. Ramp.

  “Which way did he go?” Scanning the crowd, I can’t spot him. I’m looking everywhere for his color—green. All the colors blend together; my eyes can’t or won’t focus on any one in particular. Time seems to stand still as my dizzy eyes dart across the crowd, the world seeming to cave in on me.

  “I think I saw him head toward the truck. You want me to walk you over there?” Colt’s voice pulls me from my desperate attempt to locate Parker. Whirling around to face him, the sight behind Colt steals my breath away. Green fades away from me with a redhead close behind Parker. I let out a gush of air, releasing all the anxiety and desperation I was feeling. “Kels?” He looks to my line of sight.

  Oh, that’s right. Colt was talking to me.

  “Um- he seems to have enough company.” My hand obnoxiously rubs my elbow. I’m not this girl. Berating myself, I let it go. My arm and Parker…

  Remembering my three rules of Kelseyism.

  One: I’m awesome.

  Two: I’m always right.

  Three: I’m a badass.

  I’m thinking about adding another rule; I don’t need Parker. It’s still up to debate, stupid feelings. Who needs them? Not me.

  “That’s Ava with Ride or Run. She’s goin’ to be interviewing us later this month. She’s probably just gettin’ an exclusive since he just kicked ass.” Exclusive is how I heard that—as in sex with Parker. My eyes narrow in that direction, and Colt chuckles at my expression.

  “I hate to break it to you, Kels, really I do, but the only one he’s wantin’ that kind of exclusive with is you.” My mouth falls open. Colt pushes his finger under my chin to close it. “Want me to walk you back there?”

  “Yes!” Brealynn speaks up for me since clearly I’m a fish, opening and closing my mouth like I’m out of water. “Go congratulate him on his ride. Then maybe he will reward you with one.” Then she winks at me and adds, “The ride after the ride is the best.” Colt flashes her a sexy, probably supposed to be a secret smile.

  “For fuck’s sake, you’re desperate to see him. What’s holdin’ you back?” Tim quips, clearly annoyed.

  “I can find it on my own.” I smile at Colt. “Thanks.” I appreciate him offering, but if I find him off with Ava, the hurt on my face is something I don’t want to share with anyone.

  Weaving my way through the crowd and out into the parking lot, my eyes once again try to locate him. A million thoughts run through my mind. What if he’s hot and heavy with Ava? The thought of him with another girl … it fucks me up. For reasons I can’t even comprehend.

  My skin prickles while my heart rate spikes when my ears register the sound of his laugh. “There’s someone. That’s all I’m goin’ to say right now … you seem shocked.”

  “I’m not going to lie, I am. Plus I’m a little sad as well. She must be something.”

  “Damn right, she’s somethin’.” He guffaws. “I haven’t figured her out completely yet, but I plan to.”

  “She’s lucky.” Ava sighs.

  “That’s up for debate.”

  “Why do you say that? Many girls would kill to be with you.”

  “Are you one of those girls, Ava?” My throat burns.

  “Once upon a time. Now, answer my question, Taylor.” Hmmm, maybe I’d like this chick.

  “I’m no good for her.” An anchor just weighted me down right where I hid. My pulse slows, and my throat aches.

  “Why’s that?”

  “Ah, that’s another interview. Do you want me to walk you back to the crowd?”

  “Nice dodge but I’m a big girl. I’ll see you in a few weeks. Up your game before I see you again. You’re kickin’ ass, but we need to see it more often.”

  “Will do, thanks. See ya, Ava.” Her steps crunch against the gravel as she walks away from the truck and me. Taking a few deep, quiet breaths, my mind tries to wrap around the information I just eavesdropped on. When the truck engine fires up, I’m jolted out of my thoughts, wasting no time to make it to him, desperate to be near him and not knowing why.

  He’s rolling down his window when I jerk his door open, out of breath from my run and the words he told Ava. Emotions feed my soul, fueling my actions.

  His face displays shock while his strong arms hold the door ajar. “Kelsey?”

  Stomping my foot onto the running board of his truck brings me level with his beautiful face. “Shut up,” I demand then I attack his mouth, swept up in the emotions his earlier words brought. Parker tangles one hand in my hair at the base of my neck opening my mouth further to him while his other hand squeezes my body tight to his. I can smell the sweat on him as well as feel it while I run my hands through his helmet hair. I love him messy.

  We part breathing heavy before I murmur against his lips, “I’m so proud of you, Parker.”

  “I’ll ride like that or better every damn time for kisses like that.” His voice rumbles through me while his eyes spark, fueling my core. “You’re cute when you blush.” He rubs our noses against each other.

  “Why’re you way out here when you should be celebrating?” My breathing accelerated.

  “I’m beat. I could use a sugar high, sweetness.” Oh, ooooh, is this the ride Brea was talking about?

  “You just said you’re tired.”

  Strong arms pull me in tighter to his body. “Never too tired for you.” Since I’m still standing on the running board , I decide to throw one leg over and straddle his lap. The steering wheel digs into my back while his shifter digs into my center. “Askin’ for trouble,” he growls, fingertips digging into my hip bones to steady my grinding.

  “I heard the ride after the ride is the best. Know anything about that?” I muse, licking my lips for good measure.

  “Just might.” His teeth graze my bare shoulder while his hips thrust upward, and I let out a moan. I’m so, so thankful I decided on a sundress for today. “You’re fuckin’ killin’ me.”

  “I’m ready for my run. However, I’m the only contestant.” I can feel my smile falter for a split second, and pray he didn’t notice. I don’t need my insecurities showing. “Hope I place.” Biting my bottom lip to hide my slip, I grind down on his hardness.

  “Kelsey.” My name coming from his voice, rough but soft, like dead leaves rustling on the ground in the fall, hits me right in the heart. “You’re number one.” Strong hands roam over my neck, back, and shoulders as I try to push back the questions on the tip of my tongue. How many has he said that to in the past? The desert has relocated to my mouth; it’s so dry. I’m desperate to have him at this moment and to know the answer to my question. Calloused hands skim up and down my thighs while my fingers fumble to unbutton his jeans. Once the pesky zipper is finally down, I reach in, warm solid velvet greeting me and I grab a hold of my trophy. Sliding my palm back and forth, his head rises from watching me. “I need your sweetness, baby.”

  One hand grips my left hip tightly as the other reaches under my skirt, finding the lace below. With ease, he slides it over, bunching it in his left hand that’s still holding my hip in place. A lone finger slides between my folds as a moan escapes me. Parker’s lips part, absorbing my plea for more. “Please tell me you’re my prize, that this sweet pussy is mine.” My skin is hypersensitive to his touch, and his words are making it worse. If a body can call out to another, then mine is screaming for his. “Did you wear this sexy sundress for me?” His lips stealing my reply.

  “Ah, yes. Parker, please …” He’s testing me, and I’m failing.

  “Say you’re my prize. Tell me you want to ride my dick, Kelsey. I want to hear you fuckin’ say it because I damn sure want your beautiful pussy wrapped around me.” That dirty mouth does me in.

  “If you want me as your prize, then fuck-” Thrust. He slams into me, fingers biting
into the flesh of my hips, and I love it. “Yessss.” The pant escapes me as I’m filled with him.

  “Fuckin’ best.” Thrust. “Prize.” Thrust. “Ever.” My head falls back and the pressure of my back causes the horn to honk. I jump up trying to move off of him. “Don’t move.” I freeze and then am jolted forward as he shifts his seat back and continues. “Show me your tricks,” he muses, brow quirked up and that side smile in place.

  Glancing around I see no one is surrounding the truck demanding we stop, as I thought. Everyone must be attending the after party. My body adjusts to fit him, but it feels amazing. I start to move, slow at first, but that doesn’t last long. Soon, the only sound that fills the cab is skin slapping skin. Sweat gathers on our bodies while I drown in the pleasure of having him inside me.

  Parker pulls me close to him as we move together. Soft lips brush across mine. “I’ll never get enough of you.” We’re so deep in the passion of things, I can’t take his statement to heart, but damn, it’s hard. It flutters around in my ribcage, the betrayer. “Say it again.” I pull away for a moment to gaze into his eyes, and then it hits me, so I never lose my focus on him.

  “I’m so very proud of you, Parker.” The whole time, he moves slowly inside me. In and out, pause, in and out. Two becoming one and damn, for the first time in forever, I wish I believed in fairy tales. He kisses me with so much depth, I feel it down to my toes and I cling to him. At this moment, I’m his.

  Feeling him inside me brings so many emotions to the surface, emotions I’m not going to deal with. I feel him swell inside me, and I moan, “Parker.” I want him even closer, although we’re as close as two people could ever be. I arch up as he slams into me, and I fall apart right in his arms. It hits me so hard, it’s unexpected.

  “Sweetness, fuckkkk!” His teeth graze my shoulder during his climax, and my head slumps against his, exhausted. I wish I could stay in this moment forever, but now, I have to face the music. A kiss touches my shoulder where his bite marks must be, soothing it. “Kelsey.” Throat full of raw emotion, his voice causes my heart to drop out of my chest. I thought, I don’t know, I thought this meant something, but the regret in his voice doesn’t verify that.

  Sliding off him and into the passenger seat, I adjust my dress and try to open the door while he buttons his jeans and slides the seat back up. Even though my heart is currently racing at full speed through my bloodstream, she finds time to let my brain know what she thinks. My brain refuses, but my soul overrules and my mouth speaks in a whisper. “I had to find you after your run and tell you how great you did. I’m … I’m so proud of you, Parker. I get it, trust me, I get what we are. Not that we are a ‘we,’ but you know what I mean.”

  “No, I don’t. Tell me.” His growl startles me, and I whirl around to stare at him, his eyes burning.

  “I’m not blind!”

  “You sure ‘bout that? How’d you go and turn what just happened into shit? Fuck!” His fist slams against the steering wheel.

  “Please, you know what the hell this is about.” I try to keep my voice calm to play off my emotions.

  “Do you?” There’s a knock on the glass beside Parker. It’s a girl, shocker.

  “Might wanna get that. Looks like someone else is looking for a ride too.” I go to open the door, but it’s locked. “Unlock the door.” My voice remains calm.

  “Look at me.”

  “No. Your next number one is here.” I know how childish I sound, but it’s the least of my worries at this moment.

  The sound of his window motor fills the truck. “Hey Parker, Do you-”

  “Busy.” And then he rolls it back up. “Fuckin’ look at me, Kelsey.” I don’t. Instead, I focus on the dragonfly that just landed on the hood. “My bare dick was just inside of you. Look. At. Me.”

  “That doesn’t entitle you to me.”

  “The fuck it doesn’t. I own that sweet pussy. Go, try and see if it wants any other flavor but me. You’ll be fuckin’ mistaken’.”

  “Just might.”

  “You do and that’ll be the last time you have me.”

  “Maybe I don’t want you.”

  “Keep tellin’ yourself that.”

  “You’re an arrogant asshole.”

  “Well, you attacked me for my dick today, so I must not be that bad.”

  I jerk on the door handle. “Unlock this or I’ll break it.”

  “Kiss me.”

  I scoff. “Are you insane?”

  “Again, you were just ridin’ my dick. I know you’re pissed now because you don’t understand it, but I still need a kiss.”

  “Go kiss another girl.” I cross my arms.

  “I don’t want any other girl.” My heart flutters. He leans over and wraps a hand around my wrist, untangling my arms. “I want you.” When I lean in to kiss him, he pulls away. “But I want you to want me just as bad as I want you.” I stare at him, dumbfounded. “I want you to crave me, and I always get what I want.”

  Click.

  The door unlocks, and I scurry out. Away from him and away from the feelings he erupts in me.

  No, thank you. Emotionless is my comfort zone.

  Kelsey

  I’m still fuming from last night. He actually told me no. What in the hell has this world come to? I mean, really, I’m worried for mankind. I’m baffled even now, as I sit in the passenger seat of his truck heading back home. Silence blankets the cab of the truck suffocating the both of us while my temper struggles to breathe, and I wallow in self-pity. No words have been exchanged between us, and my pride refuses to ask for the auxiliary cord, so I’m stuck listening to his music.

  I hate that my feelings are hurt. I hate that I allowed him to crawl under my skin. I hate him. Ugh, that’s a lie. I hate to fuck him? No. Try again. I like to fuck him, just hate him. That’s more accurate. My thoughts are all over the place.

  Parker’s hands grip the steering wheel as we make our way past the city limit sign. It’s been a long, quiet ride. Resting my head on the headrest, I sigh while staring out of the window. The ride away from this sign was so much better than the drive past it. Parker was carefree and the funny guy I know he can be, instead of this broody man. I close my eyes and remember our sing-a-long and a smile takes over my face. His cute face covered with passion singing, ‘yes, please!’ taking over behind my eyelids.

  “What’s the smile for?” Parker’s voice breaks my good moment. Asshole.

  “Not you.” I roll my eyes at him.

  “So bitchy. You ever think that’s the reason I’m not going to fuck you again?” My mouth falls open. “Keep that mouth open and I’ll give you something to put in it.” He’s so crude, but it gets my lady parts attention. Dammit.

  “That’d mean you’d have to touch me, which you will never do again.”

  “Tell me something I haven’t heard before from those sexy lips of yours.” His words contradict his voice. He sounds harsh but laced with want.

  “I hate you.”

  “Yup. Heard that already. Next.”

  “You’re such a little fuckface.”

  “What, you want me to fuck your face? Damn, okay.” He starts for his jeans in mock sarcasm.

  “Ohmygosh. NO!” His laughter rings through the truck, and I, again, roll my eyes at him as we pull into the driveway of our home. Quickly reaching for the door handle, he hits the locks before I manage to open it. I’m really getting tired of this door lockin’ bullshit.

  Parker leans over in the cab of the truck and invades my personal space as I press my back up against the window. If he tries to kiss me, I’ll cave. I know it. Even though I’m so pissed at him, I still want him. Fucking hormones and his glorious dick.

  “We’re not done playin’ this game, Kelsey. The question is, are you ready to wave the white flag? You know you want me so just admit it. Admit it, and I’ll let you have what you want. Admit you crave me, sweetness.” He’s inches from my face. His lips are right. There. If I admit any of that, then he wins. He w
ill have the upper hand, and I just can’t give him that.

  “Unlock the damn door and get out of my face.” Anger laces my voice, but it’s not true anger. It’s lust anger.

  I’m Lustry. I’m angry I can’t rip his clothes off and straddle him right here. Right now.

  Click.

  The doors unlock, and I’m released into freedom.

  Parker

  My fuckin’ balls are so blue I’m legit worried they may fall off. Kelsey has been parading around the house in her short as fuck shorts and bikini top for the past hour while she and Brealynn wait on Savannah and Hannah to come over. Right now, she’s in the kitchen trying to reach for the vodka, her ass shimmying in her shorts tryin’ to gain more ground with the vodka.

  “Do you have the Bluetooth speaker, Kels?” Brealynn calls out.

  “Yeah! It’s in the bag.” My front presses against her back while reaching above her for the vodka. I’m tired of watching her struggle. My dick can’t take much more. She turns around quickly, facing me. Her eyes look up into mine.

  “Thanks,” she whispers, never leaving my stare. Fuck, I want her. I can’t take much more of icing her out. I’m a weak man when it comes to her.

  “I know a better way you can thank me.”

  “Parker,” she warns with her hand on my chest but not pushing me away. A knock at the door causes us both to jump before we hear Brealynn answer it. It’s Savannah and Hannah.

  “You look so sweet, I just want to lick you.” I bend down to whisper in her ear then slowly pull her earlobe into my mouth. A sigh leaves her body.

  Then I walk away. Because if I don’t, I would have fucked her right there, her friends be damned.

  “Cindy called.”

  “Who the hell is Cindy? Is she hot?” I respond to Colt’s statement as we walk toward the box, Tim following to take some pictures of us riding for the TBX website.