The UN Series Complete Box Set

by Shantel Tessier

  Her body shakes and her breathing is ragged. I turn the vibrator off and throw it to the floor.

  I lean over her and run my fingers over her now soaked pussy. She flinches. And I chuckle as I sit up and hover over her body. “That’s how you’re gonna come for now on,” I say before I press my lips to hers.

  *****

  KATHERINE

  My body has finally stopped shaking, but it’s still on fire. I can feel every inch of my skin, burning for him. I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck. I lift my hips, ready for him. Needing more than that stupid vibrator. It helps get me off, yes, but nothing is better than sex. Having the physical contact with another human being—with Parker.

  Once he puts on a condom, he finds his way back on top of me. I inhale sharply when he enters me. I start to move with him. “Wait,” he says and stops moving. “Your dog is watching us.”

  “So?” I ask breathlessly.

  “So? They like invented doggie style. What if I wanna flip you over and do you from behind? I feel like he will judge me.”

  I roll my eyes and grab his face. “I’m the only one judging you in this room right now, and you’re at a negative ten right now.”

  He places his foot off the side of the bed and shakes it. “What are you doing?” I ask.

  “Trying to scare him away,” he whispers as if Boner can hear him.

  I lean up and look over at Boner. He makes a sound of annoyance, lies down on the floor, and closes his eyes. “He’s going to sleep,” I inform Parker, lying back down. “Quit worrying about him.”

  “What if you start screaming and he bites off my dick?” he asks in all seriousness.

  “First off, I’m not a screamer. Second off, your dick is in my pussy so it’s not possible.”

  He smiles. “Say pussy again.”

  “Pussy,” I say softly, and he grinds his hips against mine. “Pussy.” I sigh this time. “Come on, baby. Fuck my pussy.”

  He lowers his head to my neck and lets out a growl. “I love when you talk dirty.” His tongue runs up the side of my neck. “Say it in French,” he begs as he reaches between our legs and touches my pussy.

  “Baiser ma chatte,” I whisper, arching my back.

  He moans, pushing his finger into me. “What did you say?”

  “Fuck my pussy,” I say sucking in a breath.

  “Fuck, that is sexy,” he growls before his hips start to move again.

  I run my hands down his back and dig my fingers into his tight ass. He hisses in a breath as he lays his body on top of mine. “You feel fucking amazing.” He moans and I smile. So does he! I turn my head to the left and my lips find his. I open up for him and his mouth attacks mine. He takes my breath away kissing me as if he wants to swallow me whole. His shifts up onto his elbows and his hands find their way into my hair. He grips it so tightly that my scalp stings and I pull away gasping for air.

  I lift my hips as he enters me roughly with a grunt, and I suck in another deep breath. I place my hands on his slick chest and push him over onto his back. I pull out and crawl to where I sit between his legs. I rip off his condom and wrap my hand around the base of his wet cock, where some of myself still remains on him, and lick my lips before I wrap my mouth around him.

  “Jesus…Fuck…” He growls as I suck him to the back of my throat—tasting myself on him. I reach up and push my long hair out of the way, but he helps me out by grabbing a hold of it. “Don’t stop,” he demands as he shoves my head back down. I open up again, allowing him to take over as he holds onto my hair. He got me off with my vibrator. I feel like he deserves an award.

  What better reward than coming in my mouth? I suck as he decides how fast we go. I can tell when he’s about to come. He picks up the pace to where my jaw starts to hurt and my eyes start to water. His body stiffens and his stomach muscles tighten as he calls out my name. The moment I feel him fill the back of my throat, I swallow.

  He lifts my head up off his cock and I take one deep breath after another. He throws me down onto my back and kisses me deeply.

  We lie on my bed side by side both breathing heavily and covered in sweat.

  “Do you ever want more?” I ask looking up to the ceiling. This has been on my mind for a few days now. With my father being in a home, it has opened my eyes. What do we have to live for?

  “Of course. I’m a man,” he says as his hand glides up my stomach and cups my breast.

  I shove him away with a grunt. “I mean out of life. Do you ever want more?” I ask looking over at him.

  He looks at me intently. “Is this gonna be one of those conversations where you end up crying as I awkwardly pat your back?”

  I roll my eyes. “No. I don’t cry.” But thanks for the support.

  “Ever?” I shake my head. “Hmm.”

  “Anyway,” I say looking away from him. “Do you ever want more? Like more time? More days that make you smile?” My father has been the only one to ever make me smile…until Parker came into my life. He actually makes me laugh. He reminds me of my father and as twisted as that sounds, it’s healing.

  He shifts and then I feel his hand on my face. He gently places his palm on my face and guides me to look over at him. “What is there not to smile about?” he asks in all seriousness.

  Parker thinks differently than I do. He’s always saying stupid shit that makes me laugh. He’s just a big kid. But I don’t see the world like he does—all fun and games.

  “Everything,” I say and he frowns. “It’s just you’re always cracking jokes. And I…”

  “I get it.” He lets out a long breath and stands from the bed. “Life is full of ugliness. With our jobs, we see it every day.” He runs a hand through his hair with a heavy sigh. “Like that day I first met you. I would have never been so rough with a woman, but I had just come from a bad car wreck. I had pulled up to a two-year-old little girl lying dead in a street while the father lay bloody and crying just four feet from her. The baby had not been in her car seat properly and was ejected through the back. The baby was only a year older than Sadey.”

  “Sam and Slade’s little girl?” I remember her from the wedding.

  He nods. “I love kids. Do I plan to have them myself? Probably not. But I love kids. Their innocence, the things they say. I like to be a grown kid. I’m tired of all the death and violence that I see every day.”

  “Everything happens for a reason, Parker,” I say softly.

  “Try telling that to a mother who lost her child due to her husband’s careless actions.”

  I get up onto my knees. “I was referring to you. I see it every day, too. And believe me, the bad things we see stick with you. But the good things. You pulled your best friend’s pregnant wife out a truck and performed CPR.” Samantha told me this story just last week when I went into the bakery griping about Parker. Even though I find him to be an ass at times, that story didn’t surprise me. “You saved her. You also saved the father of that little girl.” I drop my eyes for a second. “No one’s life is more valuable than the other. But we don’t get to pick and choose who we save. We do our job, and at the end of the day, that’s all the matters.”

  “But what happens when that’s not enough?” he asks as his dark brown eyes search mine. And I don’t have an answer for him because I’ve been asking myself that same question.

  *****

  An hour later, Parker and I are climbing out of his truck at a hole in the wall bar. After we had finished having our talk, Parker checked his phone and had a missed call from Slade. He had called him asking if he wanted to go have a few drinks. I guess his parents were watching Sadey for a few hours for them and they wanted to get out. I was surprised when Parker asked me if I wanted to go as well. I jumped at the chance for a beer. I felt a little high strung after our heart to heart talk. It’s one thing to get naked in front of someone, but it’s another to open up your fears to another.

  I pull my purse up on my shoulder as he opens the door for me. “Thanks,” I say a
wkwardly. This just feels weird to be here with him. But in a way, it feels kind of right, which makes it even more confusing.

  I spot Sam as soon as I enter, and she waves her hand in the air with a big smile on her face. I tense when Parker places his hand on my back and helps guide me over there. In the bedroom, naked, I’m okay with what we are doing. But in public, for all to see, it just feels weird.

  “Hey, guys. Glad you could make it out,” Sam says as we sit down.

  “Yeah,” Slade says with a huge grin on his face as he looks back and forth between the two of us. “What were you guys doing when I called you earlier?” He looks at Parker.

  “Hugging a toilet,” Parker says with a big smile on his face. Sam and I look at each other completely confused by what that means, but Slade laughs as he looks at me.

  “Hugging the toilet,” he says softly to himself. “Good one.”

  “Do I even wanna know what that means?” I ask, leaning over to speak to Parker.

  “It’s marriage code for sex,” he responds in all seriousness.

  Okay! Like I said, I don’t even want to know. “So, Katherine,” Sam says getting my attention. “How is your father doing?” she asks.

  I would normally avoid this conversation, but Parker already knows. “He’s okay.” I don’t wanna go into too much detail about his situation. “I had him moved to a nursing home last week. He seems to like it.” I think it’s really gonna help him. I feel like he has friends who he can talk to and that the constant social interaction helps him on a daily basis.

  She gives me a soft smile. “You’ll have to let me know where. I’ll send him some flowers.” She is so sweet. “Everyone likes flowers.”

  “Kat doesn’t,” Parker informs them. “I brought flowers to her door, and she threw them in the front yard.”

  Slade laughs and Sam smiles. “You probably deserved it.”

  His mouth drops open. “I swear you all think I’m this horrible guy,” he says as if he’s truly offended.

  “I know you stole those flowers from Tate and Missy’s wedding.” Sam gasps. “And after you left, I brought them into the house.”

  “You did?” He looks over at me in surprise.

  “Of course.” I repeat Sam’s words. “Everyone loves flowers.”

  We all fall into conversation easily. The guys talk about their security company. Sam and I talk about their daughter, Sadey, and the bakery. Everything is going better than I would have guessed it would go. It’s nice to see Parker around his friends. He’s laid back. He smiles and laughs a lot. At one point, he leaned back in his seat and placed his arm around my shoulders. Sam smiled and Slade hid a laugh behind his beer at the motion. I have a feeling his guys are gonna give him a hard time about me.

  An hour quickly passes by and the guys are at the back of the bar playing a game of pool when I get up to go to the restroom. I walk past them and into the hallway when I hear Slade speak.

  “You guys getting serious?” Slade asks him.

  He snorts. “No. We fuck. That’s it.” It hurts to hear how believable that sounds.

  “Sounds like more than that to me. Hell, it looks like more than that to me.”

  “You must need glasses. The bitch is fucking crazy. And those are the best kind to fuck.” His words hurt. Even though his words are true, it doesn’t mean they don’t hurt. He was the one who chased me. He was the one who offered himself up to me. Any person would take that offer—to feel wanted. Especially someone who feels so alone at times. I was stupid to believe it could be more. That a guy like Parker could be honest.

  I feel my anger rising. Crazy? He thinks I’m crazy. I’ll show him crazy.

  I spin around and look over at the bar. I need a guy. Anyone. My eyes scan the bar looking for anyone who I think looks attractive, and my eyes land on a guy sitting at the bar. He has a pair of skinny jeans on that I probably couldn’t even get one leg into. He has one of those beanie looking things on that makes me think it’s cold outside if I didn’t know better. He’s not attractive, by any means, but he’s the best I can come up with on such short notice.

  I take a deep breath and make my way over to him. I lean over the bar next to him and grab his shirt. Before I can give any more thought about this, I pull his face into mine. I place my lips on him and he freezes. He pulls away quickly and looks at me wide-eyed. It only takes seconds before a smile grows on his lips and he places his lips back on mine.

  I part my lips and allow his tongue to slide into mine. I can’t help but think of the way Parker kisses me—his hands in my hair. His lips are hungry as they devour mine. This guy tastes of beer and cigarettes, and I refrain from cringing.

  I start to pull away—this is wrong. This is too crazy for me. Why am I being a whore? Because Parker hurt me. Plain and simple.

  Before I can end it, I’m yanked backward. As I open my eyes, I see Parker’s fist connect with the poor bastard’s jaw. He falls off his barstool—knocked out cold.

  “Parker?” I squeal as I go down to check on the guy, but he wraps his fingers around my upper arm and drags me out of the bar. Shame and anger wash over me.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  PARKER

  “What the fuck…?” I demand. “Just what the hell were you doing?” I yell as I let go of her once we walk through the exit of the bar.

  “Quit being a little bitch, Parker,” she spits out as she stomps down the darkened sidewalk.

  “What does that mean?” I just knocked a guy out cold, and she calls me a little bitch?

  “It means you have a dick, so act like it,” she yells over her shoulder, and I let out a long breath—losing my patience at her cryptic words.

  I run after her and grab her arm. I spin her around and look down at her with hard eyes. “What the fuck is wrong? Why are you mad at me? You’re the one who just had your tongue down some guy’s throat,” I growl. I left her alone for two minutes, and when I turn around, she’s making out with some random guy at the bar. Of course, I was gonna knock the shit out of him.

  “Why do you care?” she yells as she pokes a finger in my chest harshly. “I’m just a crazy bitch who you like to fuck. But that is the best kind, right?”

  Motherfucker! She heard me. She overheard me talking to Slade about her. When he asked me what was going on between us, I lied. I had to. I can’t let anyone see that she’s turning me into a fucking pussy.

  “Kat…” I growl through gritted teeth, pissed off that we are having this conversation.

  She throws her hand up in my face. “Don’t bother. I’ve had about all your bullshit I can take.” She goes to turn around, but I stop her once again.

  “Stop trying to leave,” I snap. “What bullshit?” I demand. I’ve never told her anything that wasn’t the truth. Do I keep my feelings for her to myself? Yes! But I don’t tell her lies.

  Her light brown eyes narrow as they look up into mine. She’s giving me a go to hell look, but she doesn’t understand what that look does to me. How it drive me crazy.

  “I don’t belong to you, Parker.” She finally speaks. “I can kiss or fuck anyone that I want.”

  This time when she spins around and gives me her back, I allow her to walk away—her high heels clicking against the concrete.

  My heart pounds in my chest, and I fist my hands down by my side and plant my feet to the sidewalk. So fucking angry with myself. So fucking angry with her. She’s right! She doesn’t belong to me.

  I will not chase after her! I chant to myself.

  I’m Parker O’Hare. I don’t allow a woman to control my emotions, and I sure as hell don’t chase a bitch down. You’ve done nothing but chase her, you jackass.

  I spin around to storm off to my truck but come to a stop when I see Slade standing there staring at me. “Are you going to go after her?” he asks, looking over my shoulder to see if he can see her.

  “Why would I?” I ask with a careless shrug. “She was nothing but a fuck.” I dig my shaking hand into my back pocket an
d pull out my cell. “I’ve got more where that came from.” My voice shakes revealing my anger.

  He lowers his eyes to the ground and shakes his head before he looks back up at me. “We both know that’s not true.”

  I square my shoulders and walk right past him as I open up my contacts in my phone. She was also right about another thing. I have a dick, and tonight, I’m gonna use it.

  *****

  I storm into my house and slam the front door. “Whoa,” Tate says standing from the couch. “What’s wrong?”

  I point at Missy as she sits on the couch looking at me wide-eyed. “Your friend is driving me fucking nuts,” I all but yell.

  “Who?” She looks from me to Tate.

  “Katherine.”

  Tate falls down on the couch and rolls his eyes. “Still letting her get to you?” He laughs. “We are only having the one wedding. Not like you’re gonna have to see her again.” Tate places his feet up on the coffee table.

  “We’ve been fucking,” I announce throwing my arms out to my side.

  “Holy fuck!” Tate says as he places a fist over his mouth with laughter. “Since when?”

  “Parker,” Missy says standing from the couch. “Don’t play your games with Kat.” She shakes her head. “She is my friend and she has too much going on to put up with you.”

  “Put up with me?” I ask breathlessly. “Put up with me?” I let out a dark laugh. “I’m the one who is trying to be with her. She is the one who is playing games. You think I want in her pants?” I question. “I’ve already been in her fucking pants. Several times.”

  “Parker,” Tate says my name in warning.

  I look down at my phone as it rings. I pussied out. I didn’t call a chick. I called Mason to see if he wanted to go to a strip club with me. He’s just calling me back.