Parker's Silver Lineman: Chosen Book 10

by J. D. Light

  Nodding, Parker walked over to his own shorts, scooping them off the ground and digging in the pockets. "What was the name of the coffee shop?"

  "Don's Corner Café. It's right on Main Street about eight blocks from my apartment. Do you think that's how she got my address? Do you think she followed me? I usually walk."

  When Parker hit a few buttons on his phone and then held it up to his ear with his shoulder, he bent over, showing off his gorgeous ass as he started stepping into his shorts.

  "Hey, Har, do you think you can have Green look into something for me? I need anything he can get on a Richelle from Don's Corner Café." Pausing, he sighed. "I don't know, but she somehow got hold of my mate's phone number and home address."

  Freezing in the midst of sliding on my own shorts, I looked up at Parker, eyes wide. Did he call me his mate? Like, the same kind of mate that freak Linus had been talking about?

  Scrambling into my shorts, I quickly walked over to where my shoes were still sitting on the bank and started putting them on.

  So focused on how I was going to get away from the man I actually had no desire to get away from, I didn't realize that he'd gotten off the phone with whomever he'd called, or that he'd walked up behind me, until he whispered in my ear.

  "What's wrong, gorgeous?" He placed his hands on my shoulder and rubbed up and down my arms.

  "What?" I coughed, choking on my spit a little. "What makes you think something is wrong?"

  Both eyebrows rose on Parkers handsome face, and he smirked. If I wasn't scared he was every bit as crazy as that man who'd talked about me having his babies, I wouldn’t have been able to keep from smiling back.

  "Are you finally starting to have a big gay freakout, or is this something else? I need you to talk to me. It's my job to keep you safe, and I can't do that if I'm worried you’re going to run from me if I turn my back."

  Sighing, I swallowed. "Linus told me he was going to mate me. He told me we were going to have powerful children that he would be proud to pass his supreme alpha status down to when the time was right."

  Parker's face looked suddenly furious. "That man was fucking crazy," he growled.

  "So, you're not planning to do the same thing?"

  The anger cleared from Parkers face, and he blinked, tilting his head to the side. "Wha…Oh! You mean because I called you my mate?"

  When I nodded, he sighed, shaking his head. "I'm so dumb. I haven't even talked to you about all this stuff yet. No wonder you’re freaking out. Let's go back to the apartment, check and make sure Little Miss Crazy Pants isn't camped out inside, and you can get ready for football practice while I explain the world you stumbled into."

  "Why do I feel like I should probably be drinking for this?"

  A glance at Parker did nothing to make me feel better, as he cringed slightly and sent me a very awkward smile before finishing the task of putting his shoes back on.

  ***

  If I missed one more block, my coach was going to break that whiteboard over my head. There was a chance my QB was going to castrate me too.

  Cringing, I glanced in Lance’s direction and got the dirtiest look I'd ever seen the normally laid-back man throw at anyone.

  It wasn't like this was live action. Nobody was actually tackling him. But he wasn't getting much practice on the plays, because every time I let my man by, they had hands on him before he could even get a throw off.

  Parker was my mate. Like we could live forever and ever happily being as gay as we wanted.

  Again, I felt like I should be freaking out that something like this was going on in my life, but I really wasn't seeing a down side. I could finally get out from under my parents’ thumb. I could finish out my college career and then be free.

  And the absolute best part of all of it? I'd get to be with Parker. Parker! That gorgeous, perfect being who had been nothing but good for me since he limped his sexy self into my life.

  I didn't miss my next block.

  "Finally! Much better, Silver." Coach Walker glanced at his watch and then sighed. "Okay, time to wrap things up. Line up." Frowning, he looked off toward the entrance to the practice field, clearly concentrating on something. "Coach Todd, could you run them out for me? I have an errand."

  I groaned. Coach Todd was an asshole that always went too far when he got a little responsibility handed to him. Looked like we were going to be running for a while.

  "Only what's on the sheet, Todd." Coach called back over his shoulder as he jogged toward the entrance. "They don't need to be too exhausted to practice tomorrow."

  In the end, Coach Todd kinda listened to Coach Walker. We ended up only running a little over what was on the conditioning sheet. Though I could tell by the look on his face, he really wanted to push us more. Thankfully, one of the other line coaches cut him off, telling us to get out of there.

  Snagging my water bottle on the way through, I put it up to my mouth, about to take a big swig, when a strong hand gripped my wrist and pulled it back down.

  "Hold on, gorgeous," Parker said, cringing when he looked around. "I mean, Silver."

  Shrugging, because not only was the hallway nearly clear, but it was unlikely anybody would really be paying attention to what he said, I asked, "What's up, Pocket Bear?

  Smirking, Parker pulled the bottle from my hand, putting it to his nose and sniffing. When he frowned and took a drink, he made a face, spitting the liquid out on the ground before dumping the rest.

  Frowning, I looked down at the puddle and then back up at Parker. "You do realize this is turf, right? It's basically a floor. We even have ceilings."

  Shrugging, he said, "It'll dry, Silver Bell. Plus, it was laced with what I think might have been Rohypnol."

  "Roofies? Again?" Glancing around quickly, I tried to see if there was anyone standing around watching our interaction. I saw nobody. "Who the hell would do that here?"

  "I'm not completely sure, but I saw your coach stop through here on his way out." Turning in the direction of our locker room, Parker started walking, knowing I would follow. "He picked up your bottle, but I didn't see him actually do anything to it, before he took off at a dead run out the door. And I should probably mention that Coach Walker is a cheetah shifter."

  Stumbling slightly, I locked wide eyes on the man walking next to me. "Say what?"

  "Yep."

  "Well, shit!" I frowned, stopping just before I opened the door to the locker room. "Do you think that means Coach is the one who sold me out to whomever Linus got me from?"

  "I don't know, gorgeous," Parker said, not unkindly, probably understanding how hurt I would be if one of the men I trusted the most in my life turned out to be the guy. "Would he know about your birthmark?"

  Huffing, I grinned. "Everyone in the damn locker room would know about it. It's a locker room."

  Growling softly, Parker stepped a bit into my space. "Don't remind me that all those guys in there get to see your amazing fucking body, gorgeous. You're lucky I don't go in there and run around holding a towel up in front of you like a crazy person."

  Chuckling, I leaned in, putting my mouth close to his. "Don't think you following me around all the time would actually be a threat."

  "If we weren't standing directly in front of the door to your locker room, I'd kiss the fuck out of you right now, gorgeous. And I don't think you're ready for that."

  "Well, you're wrong," I whispered, pressing my lips to his for a hard kiss.

  "Fuck," he growled, eyes glowing when I pulled back. "You better get your ass in there and get showered."

  When I turned to head in, he grabbed my arm. "You have about five minutes." Leaning forward, he whispered very quietly in my ear, making it hard for even me to hear him. "When you come out, I need you to stumble a little and act drunk. Got it?"

  Leaning back to look into his very serious eyes, I nodded. "Got it. I'll be out in about five minutes."

  Smiling, he leaned up and pecked a kiss to my lips before walking to the wall acro
ss from the door to the locker room and leaning against it. "And try not to think too much about what I'm going to do to you later. I don't want you flashing that gorgeous dick to anyone in there." He nodded his head toward the door, smirking when I groaned.

  "Fuck." I looked down at my already swelling dick. "You're an asshole, Pocket Bear."

  Chapter Five

  Silver did amazing, walking out of the locker room and tripping directly into my arms.

  He'd also copped a feel of my ass, but I'd be sure to get him back later.

  I hadn't smelled the coach or anyone else in the parking lot, making sure to be the last to leave. I needed to be able to see if we were followed.

  We weren't.

  I called Harley and added the coach to the list of people to have Green get some information on whenever he got back from taking Rory on a little three day getaway, laughing when I heard Carter bitching at Harley about leaving his "giant-ass boot in the middle of the fucking floor. Somebody's going to die like that."

  When I hung up, I went in search of my mate, coming to a complete stop in the doorway to his bedroom when I found him butt-naked on the bed, his legs spread wide, working his dick slowly while writhing against the sheets.

  Swallowing, I watched as he dragged a lubed finger down over his balls to his asshole. He circled it slowly, pausing to tap it. His legs fell open further, and he moaned before pressing the digit firmly against his opening and slipping inside.

  "Parker," he moaned, pressing again and not stopping until his finger was in as far as it could go at that angle, his body bowed forward. "Please, Parker. Touch me."

  Groaning, I moved to stand at the end of the bed, stripping my shirt off as I walked. "Silver, if I climb in that bed, I'm not going to be able not to fuck you. And if I fuck you, I will claim you. Do you understand what that means?"

  His big body shuddered and his head flung back. "Yes. I want that, so much."

  I kicked off my shoes, not caring where they went. Hurriedly grabbing my pants, I pushed them down, toeing them and my socks off as I stumbled slightly.

  "Are you sure, Silver?" I growled, wrapping my hand around my cock as he pushed a second finger in with the first, moaning as it stretched him. "There is no going back once I claim you. You'll be mine. Only mine for the rest of our lives."

  Pulling his fingers free, Silver surged up, wrapping a hand around my neck and dragging me down on top of him. "And you'll be mine and only mine too. I know what I'm getting into. And I want it. I want it so bad." Biting the lobe of my ear, he whispered, "I've wanted you inside me since I saw those beautiful blue eyes staring up at me like I was some kind of treasured relic. I've done almost nothing but jack off to thoughts of that gorgeous body you seem to love to flaunt in front of me all the time since we got back from New Mexico."

  I groaned again, slamming my mouth to his and thrusting my tongue inside. The kiss was amazing and I wanted more, but we were still talking.

  Pulling back, breathing hard, I pressed my forehead to his and my hand to his chest. "But what about football? What about your parents? Your friends?"

  Growling, Silver gripped both sides of my head, pushing it back so he could glare into my eyes. "Football will be over soon, and if this school doesn't want me playing or being a part of their team because I'm with another man, then I don't want it. Any of it. My parents don't give a damn about me, and all I've been doing for the last three years is dreaming of the day when I can get away from them, anyway." Smiling slightly, he shrugged. "And I don't know if you've thought about this, but you've been here four days. In that time, has even one person stopped by to hang out? To check on me after I disappeared for five days?" Shaking his head, he brushed his mouth against mine.

  "I don't have friends. I've kept myself so bottled for so long, afraid somebody would figure out I was gay and I'd lose football. The only thing I've really had my whole life. Sure, I have people I go to parties with from time to time, and even sometimes go out to eat with or whatever, but nobody that really matters to me, or that I matter to them. I've kept it that way on purpose."

  Licking my lips, I smiled. "Now you do, gorgeous. I'll be here for you forever."

  Grabbing the lube from where he'd dropped it next to his pillow, I levered myself up onto my knees between his legs and lubed up two fingers, pushing against his hole and pressing them inside.

  We both moaned at the slow glide.

  "Finally," he said as I scissored my fingers before pressing up against his prostate, making him gasp. "Fuck yes, Parker. Please."

  "I fucking love it when you say please, gorgeous." I pulled back and then pressed back inside, loving the way he was writhing on my hand. "Have you ever had anything in here besides your fingers, Silver? Any toys?"

  Shaking his head, he met my eyes with his pretty neon green ones. "Nothing. Not a person, not a toy. Nothing. I was always too afraid somebody would find it."

  Groaning, I leaned forward, pressing my forehead to his as I pushed another finger in his ass. "I can do this. I can be patient. I can."

  Silver's chuckle was cut off by a groan when I hit his prostate again. "Please, Parker. I'm ready. I feel like I'm about to blow."

  Biting my lip, I sat back up, slowly pulling my fingers free and using the lube coating them to slick my painfully hard dick up, having to stop and squeeze it when even my own hand was too much stimulation and I almost blew.

  Shuddering, I looked down at my sexy mate, his pupils blown, his face flushed and body glistening. His lips were red and swollen from the kisses and biting them. He was perfect and there was no fucking way I wasn't going to shoot my load as soon as I entered him.

  "Please, Parker. I need you now."

  "Fuck, gorgeous. You're going to kill me."

  I lined up my dick, making sure to squeeze the base extra hard as I pressed the tip against his hole and slowly slid inside. It almost didn't work. He just felt too amazing. I felt the telltale tingle and had to bite my lip almost completely off not to shoot immediately.

  "Are you okay?" I panted out, grinding my back teeth.

  "Yes! Please, Parker. I need you to move. You're pressing against my sweet spot so good."

  Silver thrashed his head against the pillow, giving a long, guttural groan as I eased out of him and thrust back in.

  His body only became more active as I sped up my thrusts, clawing at the sheets, grasping my hips and digging his thumbs into the bones, reaching around me and grasping my ass hard enough to leave bruises.

  When he used my cheeks to jerk me forward three consecutive times, he curled in on himself, whispering my name as jet after jet of his cum painted his chest.

  It was absolutely breathtaking, and it tipped me over the edge, making me spill my seed inside him as I fell on top of him, sinking my teeth into the space between his neck and shoulder.

  He whimpered as another orgasm took him, and my first bled into my second, the pulsing of my dick barely pausing before it was spilling more of my cum inside him.

  "Oh wow! Holy shit, Park." My mate buried his face against my neck, nuzzling the skin there. "I just…wow."

  Nodding because I really had nothing to add, I licked the wound on his neck and chuckled with whatever energy I had left when he shuddered, still murmuring his amazement.

  ***

  I knew someone was breaking into the house at the first scrape of a tool being used on the lock. They were quiet. Really quiet. But the house had been deadly silent except for my mate’s steady breathing and my own. And I was very familiar with the sound of a lock being picked.

  As I rose, jostling Silver, and put a finger to my lips to tell him to be quiet, I caught the scent of cheetah as the front door closed with a soft snick.

  Silver's eyes were wide as he grabbed his shorts off the floor and slid them on while I did the same. He made a face at the crusted cum on his stomach, and if I wasn't so worried about my mate's life, I would have laughed.

  We'd kinda passed out after we'd made love. In fact, I
'm pretty sure I had still been inside him.

  Deciding then wasn't the proper time to get an erection, I grabbed Silver's wrist and eased to the wall next to the doorframe, pushing him beside me.

  A figure stopped just inside the door, sniffing the air. Silver's coach turned his head in my direction just as I reached out a clawed hand and wrapped it around his neck, raising him off the ground and body slamming him onto the floor.

  His teeth lengthened, and he swiped at me with his claws just as the bedroom light flicked on. I managed to dodge him, growling down into his face as he slammed his eyes closed from the brightness.

  "Coach?" I heard Silver ask, his voice sounding tight. "It was you?"

  The man's eyes snapped open, training on my mate, and I growled again, because I didn't even want the fucker looking at him.

  "Silver?" He looked surprised before he glanced at me and then back at my mate. "You're okay?"

  I didn't loosen my grip in the slightest, even as his teeth receded and his claws disappeared. Even when his grip on my wrist relaxed.

  "Did you drug me, Coach?"

  I felt the man's body jerk below me, and I watched the shock that fell across his face. "No! What? Of course not, Bell."

  "Then why did Parker see you mess with my water bottle just before he smelled it and discovered it was drugged?"

  "Fuck. She was after you." Sighing, he looked at me. "Can you let me up?"

  "No. Explain." I wasn't really in the mood to be articulate or gracious.

  Sighing but nodding, Coach Walker looked back over at Silver. "There was a girl there, earlier. I've seen her loitering around practice more than once. I've even seen her leaving the locker room once.

  "I though she was one of you guys's girlfriend at first, and was going to kick her out about a week and a half ago, but she ran off before I got close to her. That was the day I realized she was a shifter. That was also the night you disappeared.

  "When I saw her earlier, she was standing by the water table, touching it. I went over to see what she was doing, but she took off again. I looked at the bottles, trying to decide if she messed with any of them, but couldn't tell, so I decided to run after her instead, hoping to catch her.