International Guy: Volume 4

by Carlan, Audrey

  She chuckles. “Basically, I told him everything I saw in him. Tall, brunette, light eyes, great physique, talented in business, knows a good woman when he sees her, and makes those moves to secure his position in her life.”

  “And what did he say in return?”

  “He laughed rather brilliantly and said in a joking manner, ‘Have you been talking to my woman?’ I waved it off as if it wasn’t anything, but I knew what I’d said hit the mark.”

  I can’t help but enjoy this, even if Parker’s a little uncomfortable. Tara doesn’t have any ulterior motive other than to move her career forward, and she’s not being too pushy. It’s all going to make for really great TV when it’s all said and done . . . provided it goes my way in the end.

  “Skyler, it seems as though Tara is doing as requested of her. Do you have any concerns?” Ellie asks.

  “Besides the risk of my man being pissed that I concocted this entire thing? No.” I toss back the rest of my wine and stand up. “You’re doing a fine job, Tara. Actually, really great.”

  “Anything you need, I’m your gal!” Tara pours on the charm.

  “Thank you so much, Tara. We appreciate your work so far. We’ll let you be on your way then.” Ellie stands, gesturing quite specifically that it’s time for the woman to get a move on.

  I reach out my hand. “Thanks again.”

  This time she doesn’t strangle it.

  “Like I said. Anything you guys need, I’m your go-to gal. Thanks, y’all.” She waves, heading toward the door. Rachel is already there, prepared to walk her out.

  When Rach returns from the entryway, I take my glass and head over to the bar to refill my wine. “I want pizza, with extra cheese and extra pepperoni,” I grumble, wanting to consume my feelings. The same could be said when I pour a much-larger-than-standard “four” ounces of wine, almost draining the bottle before I take the remainder over and top off Ellie’s glass.

  “You think Nate is going to let you get away with pizza? You’re outta your mind.” Rachel shakes her head. “And I’m not even going to tell him you’re knocking back three-quarters of a bottle when you are supposed to be training for the first day of shooting, which I will remind you starts in two weeks.” Rachel turns the page of her game book, moving to another puzzle. I’m not sure if she finished the first or is just moving ahead because she’s stuck.

  “I can have pizza,” I state snottily.

  “You can. You can also have three times the number of burpees to do, miles you have to run in the morning, pull-ups, and the row machine for partaking.” She shrugs in a bored manner. “Up to you.”

  I suck in a sharp breath, wincing. “Not if you don’t tell him.”

  Finally, Rach lifts her head up and nails me with an ice-blue stare. “Really?” The way she says really is sarcastic, but it also carries a hint of a challenge.

  I smile around my glass and stare her down. “I’m positive my girl can get her husband’s mind off my diet and onto other things . . . oh, let’s say, whatever else pops up.”

  Rachel grins. “Are you suggesting I seduce my man with some mind-altering monkey sex so he’ll forget about your diet?”

  I lift one shoulder and take a big sip of yummy wine that’s getting even yummier the more I drink down. “If you think you’ve got the skills.” I sigh dramatically.

  “Oh, I’ve got the moves.” She stands with her hands on her small hips. “Don’t ever doubt my man is well satisfied in the sack.”

  Smirking, I glance at Ellie. “Guess you’ll have to prove that while Elliott and I hammer back a large pizza, my friend.”

  “Large! For real? You can’t even get a personal size for yourself? One that has tons of veggies on it?”

  I shake my head and wait out the storm brewing behind that icy gaze.

  Rachel groans and looks up at the sky. “I’m going to have to bust out the big guns for this. We’re talking bedroom calisthenics, maybe a little yoga thrown in for flair. Don’t expect us to arrive early tomorrow. My man is going to need to sleep in after the smackdown I have planned.”

  I laugh hard, covering my mouth.

  Rachel points at me and narrows her gaze. “Don’t you dare say I didn’t do you any favors. Freakin’ large pizza,” she gripes. “You better follow up tomorrow morning with a serious dose of protein. I’m talking egg white omelet filled with spinach and a touch of asiago, no cheddar!” She continues to grouse, then firms her chin and puts on her game face, which makes her look even more fierce than usual. “Fine. Challenge accepted. Order your freakin’ pizza already. I’m getting antsy to attack my man now that you’ve got me all riled up.” She moves from her space in the kitchen to the open area in front where she can lean against the couch and do some push-ups.

  Both Ellie and I watch her stretch as if she’s preparing for a full marathon.

  “Pizza!” She snaps her fingers. “Now. Or I’m going to change my mind.” She shakes her head. “The crap I take for the sisterhood.”

  “Oh please, like you’re not going to be getting yours.” I roll my eyes for dramatic effect.

  She grins wickedly. “For every one I give, I get two to three in return. It’s Nate’s own personal man scale of orgasms. He thinks if a woman’s not getting it on a one-to-two or one-to-three ratio, a man is no man at all.”

  Damn. Go, Nate. And yay for Rach. I want to applaud, but I rein it in so I don’t get clobbered or get my pizza taken away.

  “Did you say whether or not Nathan has brothers?” Ellie queries, holding up the phone to her ear without missing a single beat in the conversation.

  I look at Rach, who stops mid–side stretch and stares at me, and then we both move our gaze to Elliott and crack up laughing.

  “Baby, it was the weirdest thing. You have no idea. This chick looks so much like you, I did a double take. Then I got pissed and was convinced our shit luck had come back.” Parker’s voice is in my ear lulling me to a relaxed state while I rub my very full and totally protruding belly from the pizza baby I just ate.

  “Yeah, that’s strange. It was all good after you grilled her and spoke to the director, right? Just designed to up the ratings since the public knows you’re working the project and I did that promo piece for the show?”

  He sighs, and the sound has me imagining him lying cuddled up with me in our bed, my leg slung over his thighs, his hand on my ass, and his breath moving me with every exhalation. I can almost hear a phantom echo of his heartbeat in my ear, the same one that usually knocks me out within minutes each night. We can’t even get through one TV program before we’re both conked out, especially after a round of Parker-style lovemaking, which is usually pretty adventurous and physically draining.

  “It felt odd seeing this woman who looked like you, had some of your mannerisms, but wasn’t you. Like I was being pranked,” he grumbles, clearly put out by the experience.

  A knife prods at my heart. “Honey . . . ,” I whisper, wanting him to know I’m there for him. His tone makes me want to call the entire surprise off, but I’ve put too much into it to go back now. Elliott was right earlier. There are a lot of people counting on the success of my harebrained idea.

  “I know what you’re going to say . . . ,” he groans. “Don’t read too much into it. Not everyone is trying to screw us over all the time.”

  “Only some of the time,” I say with a hint of humor.

  He chuckles and lets out a long breath once again. “Being away from you is harder than I thought it would be.”

  “For me too. It’s like a piece of me is gone and I’m waiting patiently to get it back.”

  “Yeah.” He clears his throat. “Tell me something good about your day.”

  I smile, enjoying the fact that he’s trying to put us both at ease prior to bed, talking about something positive in our lives.

  “Well, Ellie and I halved a large pizza that had extra pepperoni and extra cheese! We also drank a bottle and a half of wine to wash it down.”

  He laugh
s. “Bet that didn’t go over well with the big guy. How’d you manage it?”

  I grin wide and snuggle deeper into my blankets. “I challenged Rach to seduce him into submission so that he would be busy giving her the business while Ellie and I gobbled down two nights’ worth of calories and fat in one go.”

  “Shee-it.” He uses Royce’s coined curse word. “Nate’s going to be pissed if he finds out.” He laughs hard.

  “Part of the secret of the sisterhood. I promised her I wouldn’t expect them to work early if she made sure he forgot to ask me about dinner.”

  “Nice. You think it will work, or do you gather you’ll be paying in blood in the gym tomorrow?”

  “Mmm, it’s a risk I was willing to take. Now me and my pizza baby are going to sleep like a rock.” I rub my gut, which is finally starting to feel less stuffed.

  He snickers. “Your pizza baby?”

  “Yep, I’m naming him Gordo.”

  “Gordo is fat in Spanish, baby.”

  I lower my voice. “Shhh, he doesn’t know.” I add to the ruse. “He’ll have hurt feelings if he knows his momma called him fat.”

  He cracks up laughing, and it fills my heart with such joy. “Ah, Peaches, I miss your brand of crazy. It suits me just right.”

  “And I miss your dick.” Oh shit, did I say that out loud? Looks like the wine is still in effect. I can’t stop the train of my thoughts while my mouth keeps talking, spilling all. “Yeppers. Your cock, honey, suits me just right. Literally fills me up so I don’t feel so empty when I try to sleep without you. I don’t have to drink and eat myself into a food coma in order to catch some z’s.”

  “Damn, Peaches. If you could see me, you’d see that the object of your current obsession is standing up waving its flag of surrender. It’s hard on me too. Physically and emotionally, but I know what might help.”

  I grin. “What?” I say in what I hope sounds like a sexy timbre.

  “First I want you to put your thumbs into the sides of your panties and shimmy them down those sexy-as-fuck thighs and kick them off. Then push the tank you’re wearing up and over your perfect tits. I can’t get over how beautiful your tits are. Perfect handfuls, just right for my hands. Enough that they spill over in a way that makes me fuckin’ crazy to put my mouth on them. Then I want you to hang up the phone and play with your nipples the way I would.”

  “Hang up?” I say with a strained tone. “But . . .”

  “No buts, baby. We’ll get to your ass another time. Right now, I need you to hang up the phone and play with your tits. And don’t you dare think about touching your pussy. Do you understand me?”

  “And what are you going to do?”

  “I’m going to get settled in bed and call you back with your surprise. All right? Take direction from your man and play with your titties for a few minutes and wait for me. Can you do what I say?”

  “Honey, I can do anything for you.”

  “Prove it, Peaches. Prove it now.”

  8

  PARKER

  My dick is painfully hard and weeping at the tip when I kick off my boxer briefs before wrapping my hand around the base to stave off the need to rush through what I have planned.

  Pressing up into a sitting position with my back against the headboard, I widen my knees and let them drop to the sides as my cock stands at attention.

  Taking my phone in my other hand, I rest my forearm against one of my knees and point the screen down, then press “Record.”

  I close my eyes and wrap my left hand around my length, imagining it’s Skyler’s small warm hand. Pleasure ripples up from my groin to my abdomen, making me clench those muscles as I work my hand up slowly, swirling my thumb at the tip to spread the wetness there and bring it back down again. I gasp at the need curling inside me and thrust my hips as I work my length up and down to a beautiful rhythm.

  More precum drips from the slit as I imagine Skyler working my cock, her tongue circling around the tip. She’d sop that mess up with her mouth and moan while tasting me. My girl loves to suck my cock. Loves the control it gives her over me.

  I bite back a groan and move my hand faster, until I can feel nothing but nirvana, every inch of my cock buzzing and tingling, ready to blow.

  “Fuck yeah,” I whisper under my breath, watching my hand move up and down, keeping my other as steady as possible so that she’ll get the perfect fucking view. I want her to watch what she does to me, how thoughts of her mouth on my cock, her hand on me, her heat wrapped around me set me off.

  Only her.

  I’ve never been so taken with a woman in all my life. Never been able to just imagine the same woman every time I jack off, but she does it for me.

  Every. Fucking. Time.

  I grit my teeth as I run my hand down to my balls, then cup and squeeze them until the need to come is moments away. I wrap my fingers once again around the base and grip hard, harder than I normally would; it’s as if I’m physically pulling my seed out of my cock for her benefit.

  Stars light behind my eyes, and my abdominals tighten and flex with each thrust and grip until there’s nothing but bliss. The need roars through my body, balls lifting high, dick straining as jet after jet of my release pumps out of the tip, coating my hand and belly in a messy display of my desire.

  Puffs of air burst out of my lungs with every aftershock until there’s nothing left to give. I’ve given it all up . . . for her.

  I hit the button on my phone to stop the recording. Put the phone down and grab for the tissues by the bed to clean myself up. Once I’m done, I hit the head, wash my hands, and go back to my bed naked.

  I pull up the messages section of my phone and find our text string at the top, then attach the video I just took and click “Send.”

  Once I see that the entire thing has gone, I call her back.

  “Honey . . . ,” she sighs, her voice sounding needy and sexy as hell.

  “You’ve done what I asked. Played with your pretty titties until now.”

  “Bay . . . bee, they’re on fire. I need . . .”

  “I know what you need, Sky. I’ll always know when and how to give you pleasure.”

  She moans, and I know she’s being naughty, touching her slit before being told.

  “Are you touching yourself?”

  “Mm-hmm.”

  “Does my voice turn you on?”

  “So much . . . ,” she gasps.

  “Put your phone on speaker, then go to the messages on your phone. Click on the video I just sent but leave the phone on speaker. I want to hear you.”

  “Uh, okay.” She sounds breathless as I listen to her moving the phone. I know the second the video starts because she sucks in a sharp breath.

  “You see my cock, baby.” I lower my voice to the sexy, deep timbre that gets her going.

  “Oh yeah . . .”

  “Watch me pleasure myself for you. While you’re watching I want one of your hands playing with the sweetest cunt I’ve ever tasted.” I bite down on my lip, thinking about being between her thighs right now, her scent in my nostrils, her taste on my tongue. I have to fight back the urge to grind my teeth at the carnal images flooding my mind.

  “God, Parker . . . ,” she moans, her breath so loud I can hear it coming in labored gusts through the speaker.

  “See my hand all over my dick and balls . . .” I taunt her with my voice as much as the image on the video.

  “I-I want it.” She stutters in her desire.

  “I know you do . . . Shove your fingers deep inside like I would. Right now, fuck yourself with two fingers, baby.”

  She cries out, and my dick perks back up to attention. Jesus, the bastard is hard up for her. Literally.

  “It’s so good. Watching your beautiful hand stroke your length. Oh God . . . ,” she whimpers.

  “Now bring those fingers out of your pussy, baby, and press them to your clit. I want you to spin them around and around while I jack off to you in the video.” Though technically, I cou
ld take my dick in hand again just from hearing her get off on my gift.

  “Parker, baby, I . . .” Her voice is strangled, lost to the sensations overcoming her.

  “Mmm, you gonna come, Peaches?”

  “Yeah . . . ,” she whispers.

  “Go ahead and come. Let me hear it.”

  A tortured groan and whimper tease through the line, and I can’t help but wrap my hand back around my cock, giving it a few tugs while she comes.

  “Don’t stop, Peaches.”

  “Wha-what? But I . . .” Her voice is strained, so I know she’s still got her fingers on her clit.

  “Another. Have I come in the video?”

  “N-no, but I . . .” She loses her ability to speak clearly.

  “Keep watching. See what you do to me? How hot and hard you make me? Put three fingers inside your cunt.”

  “Honey . . . ,” she gasps.

  “Do it,” I growl, and know the second she does because the tortured moan coming from my girl is so long and deep.

  “Are you pretending it’s my cock or my fingers?” Either makes me hard as stone in my palm.

  “Your fingers. Your cock is way too big to pretend.”

  I grin. “Good. Now watch me stroke my length, how hard I thrust into my tight grip. Mimic my thrusts.” I follow my own instructions, fucking my hand for the second time tonight.

  “Now use your thumb on your clit the same way I would.”

  “Oh my God, Parker!” she calls out in ecstasy.

  “Fuck yourself harder. I want to hear how juicy you are watching me fuck my hand. I’m so hot for you, Sky, I’m jacking off again. Right now.” I groan. “Am I moving faster in the video? Tell me what you see, baby.”

  “Yeah, yeah, I think, oh, I want to put my mouth on you, swallow you down and suck it so hard. I’d suck you so good, honey,” she promises.

  “Jesus!” I growl into the phone, my mind spinning with visions of her doing that very thing.

  I listen closely to her ragged breaths, knowing exactly when to push her further with more instruction.

  “Hook those fingers high, baby. Take hold of your pussy the same way I would, and fucking come when I do.” I close my eyes and listen to her moans and cries.