I ease my hands along the outside of her thighs from knee to hip, caressing up and down. She trembles under my fingertips, wanting what I’m about to do to her almost as much as I want to drive her insane and hear her scream my name while under my tongue.
“Honey . . .” Her voice is coated in desperation.
I let her need fill me up as I lean forward and open her lower lips with my thumbs so I can reach my goal in the first swipe. The second the flat of my tongue touches her, she ignites, crying out to the ceiling.
Soft. Lush. Heaven.
Her taste covers my tongue, and my hips jut forward on instinct, my body wanting what my mouth is receiving. I run my tongue up and down her slit, licking every inch of her before I spread her wide and hold her firmly so I can fuck her with my tongue.
“Parker,” she gasps, one of her hands digging into my shoulder as she gyrates her hips in small circles, greedy for more.
I move my mouth and insert two fingers deep into her wet heat. Her body goes rigid at the invasion, and a heavy moan, which may as well be a hand squeezing my dick, filters through the air. I become so hard in response, I have to undo the button and zipper of my slacks to give “the beast” more room.
Taking my time, I lick around her tight bundle of nerves, alternating between sucking and flicking it with the tip of my tongue. Using a steady, unhurried rhythm with my fingers, I thrust and retract evenly, loving the sensation of her internal muscles gripping my fingers with every plunge.
“Please . . . I need to come.” She stirs her hips and grips my hair with one hand, tugging at the roots until I stop licking and look up at her. Her arousal coats my lips deliciously, and I only want more. Honestly, I can’t get enough of her taste on my tongue.
“Honey, make me come,” she begs, sinking her teeth into her plump bottom lip. As I take in her naked body from my kneeling position, she’s absolute beauty personified.
It hits me like a punch to the chest that I’m on my knees, worshipping this woman’s body, and there is no place on earth I’d rather be. It’s a profound thought, which flares my nostrils as I suck in lungfuls of her honey scent. I flex my fingers to hold her in place and cover her aching bundle of nerves with the heat of my mouth. I lock down on the firm kernel and rub back and forth with as much pressure as I can muster with her constant movement.
Skyler’s body jolts against my hold, both of her hands holding my head to her core as she bucks against me wildly.
My dick is seeping at the tip, and I shove my underwear down to wrap its girth in a firm fist to stave off the desire to come. The sound of her losing her mind in ecstasy, her taste on my tongue, and her scent in my nose could have me going off any second.
I lock my lips over her hot bundle of nerves again and suck until she comes in a long stream of yeses and profanities.
The second her body starts to shake with aftershocks from one helluva powerful orgasm, I stand up and shift her to the side where I can rest her ass on the back of my couch. Shoving my pants to my ankles and kicking them off, I center myself between her thighs and my raging hard-on at her slippery slit and thrust home.
“Fuck!” I pull out to the tip and slam back in.
Perfection.
Stars race across my vision and relief flickers out of every pore while her tight sheath locks on to my cock. She wraps her arms around my back and sucks on my neck.
“Fuck me hard, honey. We both need it,” Skyler pants against my ear, before nibbling on the cartilage.
Shooting star–like tendrils of pleasure surge through my veins, propelling me to take her harder, faster, deeper until I’m powering into her. Every thrust better than the last.
“Perfect,” I grind out through my teeth.
Thrust hard.
“Fucking.”
Thrust deep.
“Woman!” I growl out.
Before she can respond, I pull out, grab her hips, and spin her around so her pert, juicy ass is pointed at my cock. She grips the couch back and, once again, widens her legs. I can see her glistening sex, swollen and waiting for my entry. It makes me dizzy with lust and greed.
I palm her cheeks with both hands and spread them so I can see everything. Her dark rosette winks, and even though we haven’t talked about anal play, I’ve got to taste her everywhere. There will be no inch of Skyler Paige I haven’t kissed or licked. I curve my body over her form and kiss a line down her spine, over her tailbone, pucker, and to her center. Skyler’s body quivers, and she sighs loudly when I glide over her dark hole, leading me to believe she’s not averse to a little ass play.
I want to test her limits a smidgen, so I flatten my tongue back over her center and trail it over her slit and up to the forbidden place I haven’t touched yet. I swirl my tongue around the tight rosette, catching a whiff of her peachy bodywash. I groan and flick my tongue against the sensitive muscle until Skyler is wiggling her ass and whimpering for more.
Who am I not to give the woman what she wants, at least a little of what she wants, until I can properly prepare her to take my cock up her tight ass? Using my thumb, I dip it into her wetness and thumb-fuck her for a few lunges, getting the digit nice and soaked with her arousal. Once I’ve got her moaning consistently, I pull out, stand up behind her pretty ass, and plunge my cock straight into her slit. Her little pucker closes tight as I thrust a few times inside her heat before I feel she’s let her inhibitions go enough to circle the muscle teasingly with my thumb.
“How’s this, Peaches? I fuck you while playing with your pretty little ass.”
“Mmm . . . so good.” She pushes her body back against my cock, which sends a bout of euphoria skittering out from my dick, up each nerve ending, and out my lungs in a rough burst of air.
“Jesus!” I hammer her harder in retaliation for her surprise move.
She loves it so much, one of her hands leaves the couch and slides into her curls.
“You playing with yourself, baby? Reach lower, feel me fucking you while I shove my thumb in your ass.”
“Oh my God . . .” She gasps as I dip the tip of my thumb into her.
She follows through on my command with her hand. The second her fingers graze the sides of my cock where I’m taking her, I lose it.
Each caress of her fingers against my length and balls is like a jolt of nirvana. I hold on to the feeling as long as I can, wanting her as high as I am. “Come with me . . .” I plunge my thumb in and out of her ass and thrust my hips, battering her swollen sex until her entire body locks down.
“Yes!” She screeches like a banshee, and I redouble my efforts. Pounding into her, holding my thumb deep inside, my other four fingers locked over her tailbone so I can tug her ass and fuck her center at the same time.
Her body is limp as a rag doll while I keep thrusting . . . until she surprises the hell out of me and goes off again. Less intense than the first time, but enough to send me straight over the edge into bliss.
My balls draw up, my mind goes blank, and all I can see, hear, and feel is Skyler. She’s all around me as I plant myself flat against her, curve my body over her back, and release deep inside. Shot after shot, I lose all the inhibition, stress, and tension that have crept up this past week until nothing but peace remains. As I come to a few moments later, I’m resting over my woman’s naked body, sated and wrung dry.
Firming my stance, I ease out of her, lift her up into my arms in a princess hold, and carry her to my bed. Once there, I lay her down before hitting the bathroom for a warm washcloth. When I come back, I ease open her legs, and she doesn’t protest or even stir. I’ve drained two orgasms out of my girl, leaving her dead to the world. I take care of cleaning her up, toss the rag in the laundry, and go around to the other side of the bed.
Once under the covers, I pull Skyler into my arms and curl my shape entirely around hers. Contentment fills my bones as she nuzzles her ass against my crotch, tugs one of my arms between her breasts, and kisses my fingertips before resting her head on my other bicep,
sighing and falling asleep.
I chuckle and burrow my chin into her neck, her peaches-and-cream scent filling my lungs and putting me at perfect peace with my world. Instead of falling asleep, I stare at the beautiful woman in my arms.
Not only is Skyler Paige a stunning beauty, her soul is pure. She could have hated me for the media shit storm, which ensued because of my place in her life and my team screwing up the pictures, but she didn’t. Once she got past the hurt and misunderstanding, that was it. No dragging it on and on or throwing it in my face. When a problem arises, we solve it, and then it’s done. No bullshit or drama. Nothing like what I dealt with in the relationship with Kayla. That woman put me through the wringer. Now that I have a woman in my life like Skyler, the complete opposite of Kayla and everything she stood for, I’m starting to remember the good part of having a woman. Not just to fuck. Skyler and I have off-the-charts chemistry in the bedroom, but it’s more than that.
Having someone to talk to at the end of the day, even if it’s a phone call. Knowing someone is thinking about me as much as I’m thinking about her. Planning my world around things that might make her happy and vice versa. I can even see the benefit of thinking about the future, though Sky and I are far from that at this point.
Still, in the past, I couldn’t even imagine having children. Especially not with Kayla. And the more I think back, the more I realize how fooled I was by her beauty. She was a bitch to me and a bitch to my friends. Even my mother voiced her concerns about a long-term future with Kayla, which is unusual for Catherine Ellis. While my brother and I were growing up, Ma didn’t get involved in our romantic affairs, but she was always there if we wanted to talk. I should have noticed the signs sooner, which is part of why I think I’ve held off on pursuing the opposite sex for more than a few rolls in the sack. I wasn’t sure I could trust a woman again, but with Skyler, I’m willing to try. Take the risk in order to reap the reward.
And Skyler is absolutely my freakin’ reward.
4
Skyler flips down the mirror cover in the passenger sun visor of my Tesla for the tenth time. She fluffs her long layers at the roots. For the second time in ten minutes, she reapplies lip gloss. This is followed by a frustrated sigh, which feels like the millionth time.
“Peaches . . . what’s going on?” I reach for her hand, clasp it, and rest it on my thigh.
Her palm is warm and comforting, another oddity I didn’t expect to enjoy with a woman.
Holding hands. The act seems novel. Probably because I haven’t done it much in half a decade. Usually the women I dated in the past would reach for my hand. I’d hold their hands briefly, so as to not make them feel less than, but as soon as I could find a reason to let go . . . I would. With Skyler, I have a constant desire to touch and be touched by her.
Skyler squeezes my hand. “What if they don’t like me?”
I practically choke out my laughter. Her head twists toward me, and her eyes narrow into tiny slits. “I’m being serious!” she scolds, her cheeks flushing pink.
I chuckle. “That’s what makes it so funny!” I continue to laugh.
“You are not helping.” She attempts to pull her hand away, but I hold it fast.
“Peaches, they’re going to love you. The entire freakin’ world already does.”
“They don’t know me! I want your parents to know me. The real me. Not the actress they liked in one of their favorite movies. Just Skyler.”
I lift her hand up to my face but watch the road as I kiss the back of her fingers. “Baby, I’m telling you. They are not only going to like you, they will love you. Hell, my mother’s probably already planning our wedding and the name of our firstborn with her book group.”
I chance a look at her and grin.
Instead of seeing her laughing, I catch her with an expression that telegraphs she’s been stunned stupid. I tighten my hold on her hand. “Peaches, relax. I’m kidding. Mostly.” I wink, and she finally takes a full breath and lets it out slowly. Her grip loosens, and she slumps back into the leather seat.
“I’ve never met the parents before. Believe it or not, when I was younger, I was too busy acting to date. And when I was around twenty, I dated a little but not enough to ever reach that point. My first real boyfriend was Johan. And he never introduced me to his parents.”
I frown. “Why the hell not? Weren’t you with him over a year?”
She sighs and looks out the window as the traffic flows by. Behind us, in a rented blacked-out Range Rover, are Nate and Rachel, Sky’s protection team. So far we haven’t been followed, at least not as far as I’ve noticed, but I suspect the paps know what I drive, and a smokin’ hot, cherry-red Tesla isn’t going to be hard to spot.
“Yeah, eighteen months.” She answers my question but doesn’t continue. Even though I don’t want to push her and ruin any potential mood, I want to know more about her.
“First love?” I ask softly.
She nods. “Yeah, but I was the only one in it. At first, I thought he loved me in his own way. He was busy with his career, as was I. Though looking back, it was all wrong. I ended up being the only one to make any compromises in our lives. I moved in with him, met him at his shoots in between filming or during free times. He rarely came to wherever I was stationed for work.”
“Really? That does seem rather one-sided.”
She shrugs. “Part of me thinks I held on to him so tightly because he was there when I lost my parents three years ago. We had just started dating, and I was devastated.”
Bastard probably took advantage of her. Three years ago, she was only twenty-two. “And they were your only family?”
Skyler sucks in a large breath, which rattles out as I watch her attempt to control her emotions. Still, her eyes turn glassy, and the tip of her nose reddens.
“Hey, you don’t have to talk about any of this if you don’t want to, or if it hurts too much. I’m trying to get to know you better.” I pat her leg, then grip it firmly to solidify my seriousness.
She smiles softly. “I know, and it’s good to talk about them. They were amazing. Best parents a girl could ever have. I may not have had siblings growing up, but they gave me so much love and attention, I never felt alone. Until they passed.”
I nod and rub my thumb over her hand in what I hope is comforting support. “How’d they die?”
She cants her head and frowns. “You read the People piece, and I’m sure Wendy gave you all the information you needed on me.”
“This may be true, but I want to hear it from your mouth. The truth. Not what people print in the papers.”
She firms her jaw and purses her lips before speaking. “They’d always wanted to travel the world. And with my acting, they did a lot of what they wanted. I made sure of it. Since they dropped everything for me and my acting career growing up, I made sure they had plenty of money to do what they desired when I was an adult.”
I smile, hold her hand, and kiss it again, only for longer this time. “You’re a good daughter.”
“They were great parents. Well, they wanted to rent a yacht and sail the ocean, hit a bunch of European locations. It was a dream they’d had ever since I was a little girl.”
“And . . .”
“I set them up with the yacht and team. They didn’t even make it to their first location when they hit a heavy storm. Capsized the boat. The entire team was lost, including my parents.”
I swallow around the sudden lump in my throat. “Jesus. Baby, I’m sorry.”
She sucks in a sharp breath. “Yeah, me too. If it weren’t for my setting it all up, they’d still be here.”
Oh hell no.
“Sky . . .”
She shakes her head. “Enough. Can we change the subject?” Her words are tight, and her mouth has flattened into a thin, harsh line. Not the prettiest look on her.
“Yeah, baby, we can. Especially because we’re here.”
Skyler looks out the window at my father’s bar. The kelly-green awnings,
crisp and clean against the old brick facade, look brighter during the daylight hours.
“This is the place? Where they live?”
I chuckle and cup her nape so she’s focused on me. “Yeah, this is where they live in a sense. It’s where we all hang out, come to gather as friends and family. It’s my pops’s bar. Lucky’s has always been my favorite place in the world. It’s where I grew up. Mom wanted you to come to the house, but it’s small, and I wanted you, your team, and the guys to feel comfortable.”
Skyler leans forward, cups my jaw, and kisses me softly. She pulls away sooner than I’d like but runs her thumb across my bottom lip. “I love it. This is perfect.”
I grin. “Then come on, Peaches. Let’s get you a beer and one of the cook’s famous pulled-pork sammies.”
She moans, a sweet sound I feel in my dick. “Sounds heavenly!”
I run around the car and find Nate and Rachel are already outside, scanning the area, as I open Sky’s door and reach out a hand.
She extends a fine, jean-clad leg, which she’s paired with camel-colored suede boots that go up to the knees. On top she’s wearing an off-the-shoulder, slouchy cashmere sweater. Her wrists display a host of tinkling bracelets. A pair of dangling gold hoops adorns her ears, and her hair is down in beachy waves. My favorite look. I like running my fingers through those soft locks, which I have a sneaking suspicion she knows and likes as much as I do.
I lead her to the building and open the door for her. I can hear Royce’s deep laughter and Ma’s higher-pitched laugh from the entrance.
Pops has closed down the bar for the afternoon and night, which I know is a huge hit to the budget, but one he’d gladly take in order to have a family event with all the guys. Only downside is my brother, Paul, is still off on some secret mission with the government.
The second we enter, my mother stands up from her place at a long line of tables they’d set up so we could all sit together in the center of the bar. Her arms open as she approaches.
“Parker . . .”
I let go of Sky long enough to embrace my ma and take in her familiar Obsession by Calvin Klein scent.
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