His Substitute Wife... My Sister Book Two

by Sylvia Hubbard

  Feeling the comfort of his arms felt so secure and overwhelmed her so much that once she knew they were away from Cheyenne, the guilt of enjoying him enveloped her and she cried her sorrow of shame, along with the relief that she truly remembered everything that happened in the past.

  She didn’t know how they got to the car, much less home because she was so upset she didn’t hear or see anything. She was glad he stopped trying to comfort her at least. That only hurt more.

  Somehow between driving in the car and getting to her room, she blacked out, but the sting of him applying first aid to her wrist brought her back to reality. He’d turned on the light by her bed only and was sitting on the edge with the first aid kit in his lap, wrapping gauze around her wrist. His jacket and tie was neatly over a chair by the bed and she noticed he had opted to sit on the bed instead of sitting in the chair.

  He seemed hesitant to make eye contact with her and touched her as if at any moment she was going to break. His hands were smooth and she remembered the glow of the orange light illuminating where his flesh had met hers.

  ‘Touch me like that night,’ her body and mind yearned, but she knew Parker couldn’t read minds.

  When he was done, he picked up the tray, stood up and moved the blankets over her.

  Charisse didn’t want him to leave, but she was afraid to speak and tell him to stay. Shooting her hand out, she caught his arm just as he was about to walk away from the bed. His body relaxed and he slowly turned back to her.

  His warm brown eyes meeting hers increased the heat between her legs. Lifting the blankets in a silent invitation, she waited for him to see if he would join her under the sheets.

  ***

  Parker didn’t unlock his eyes as he stepped out of his shoes and then accepted her invitation moving in the bed with her. She moved over to the wall to make room for his large body and he made no move to draw her in his arms.

  Her head rested on the pillow, while he chose to rest his elbow on the pillow and his hand on his palm to look down at her face. They were in the house alone, but he didn’t think she cared. He did. All he could think about was that dream and how she’d been under him–

  ‘The last thing she’s thinking about is sex. Control yourself!’

  Concentrating on sympathizing with Charisse, he wondered was she still in a trance and would at any moment come out of it and start screaming at his proximity.

  He remembered Dr. Redmond’s words about being careful with her, but at the same time, he was only going to do whatever she wanted. He could help himself. This was Charisse. Not some sex craved nymphet.

  She was more or less in a state of shock and he knew his reaction to her state of mind could be either beneficial or detrimental.

  “I’m sorry,” she said in a soft whisper.

  “For what?”

  “Hurting you.”

  He thought maybe she was referring to the incident at the restaurant. “You didn’t hurt me, Charisse.”

  “I’m not like them. I never want to be like them Parker and I don’t want you to think that because I did what I did that I’m like that.”

  Now he knew she wasn’t talking about hitting him or hurting him physically, so he assumed she was speaking about what Cheyenne was about to say. “You mean about who you were really trying to shoot?”

  “That too. I was trying to shoot Cheyenne, but she was standing in front of him and then someone hit me and the gun…” She shuddered. “The gun went off and they were laughing at me.”

  “Who hit you?”

  Her eyes went cloudy for a moment and then she said as if it were obvious. “Joanie. Chyna had not come back after the first shot and then I wouldn’t finish the job and they were trying to make it look like an accident.”

  “So Onyx was right.”

  “Yes. They wanted to get double payback but Daddy had changed it and made sure I got everything and if my mother fought, she would lose custody of me. But they were terrified that I’d say something. And they tortured me and beat me. They made it look like self-inflicting wounds and then they would play with my mind. Not just Cheyenne and Chyna, but Joanie did too.” There was a deep sound of misery that came from her sob. “But what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right, Parker? A friend told me that. A friend I thought was out to hurt me. They made sure I didn’t trust anyone. I didn’t even trust myself.”

  “You can trust me,” he assured her.

  Slowly in dread, she shook her head. “No, I can’t because after tonight you’re going to hate me, Parker.”

  “Why would I hate you Charisse?” he asked confused.

  She moved so she was sitting up like him, inches from him and Parker didn’t take his eyes from her. “You are so wonderful and none of us deserve the generosity and kindness you’ve given us.”

  “You deserve more.”

  Angrily, she said, “Stop it, Parker. Stop trying to make me feel better. One more word and I swear I won’t be able to do this. Just stop talking.”

  He wanted to speak, but she closed her eyes briefly to contain herself. The way her lips were parted and the sensuality of the moment were too much for him. Parker leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers softly. It was barely a kiss. His shuddering breath had touched more of her soft lips than his own, but this brought her eyes open and he moved back waiting for the fury to follow at his actions.

  ‘Now you’ve ruined everything, Parker!’

  It was like she imagined it and when she had opened her eyes, she wasn’t sure if he had kissed her or not.

  “Did you just kiss me?” she asked.

  He didn’t answer, but there was a worry on his face that distinctly told her he had, but she wanted to hear him.

  “Parker, did you just kiss me?”

  “You told me to stop talking.”

  “You want me?” she asked amazed.

  “What I want doesn’t matter, Charisse.”

  “Is it because I’m their sister?”

  “No!” he said quickly. “Lord, no! You’re different from them.”

  “Not that much different,” she said sorrowfully.

  “Charisse, you see me. You make me want to be with you even when you’re not around and I don’t care about anything except to make you happy. I want to be with you.”

  “Parker, I’m not much different from them,” she warned. “I’ve done some things I’m not proud of for selfish reasons.”

  “Before you tell me, did it or will it cause me physical damage?”

  “I don’t think so.”

  “Property loss?”

  “No.”

  Parker couldn’t really think much that she could have done to make him very upset wither her. “Did you do it or has it happened at all?”

  “Oh it happened.”

  Confused, he asked, “Did I react already to it?”

  “Yes, but you were– “

  “Hold on, Charisse. Did I hurt you in all of this?”

  “No, but let me say it!” she said with frustration.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Stop being sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for, Parker. I’m the one that’s done wrong to you.”

  “No, you haven’t.”

  “Didn’t I tell you to stop talking?!”

  Parker shut up again, while she closed her eyes once more to compose herself, but she talked this time to draw him away from kissing her again.

  “I did something wrong to you and I can’t blame my sisters for my actions, because I could have.“

  He really did care about what she was trying to say, but his body was saying something else. Pressing his lips against hers harder this time, he waited for her to push him away, but her body stayed still. At the same time he took a deep breath, he pressed more, while tilting his head slightly. Her lips parted with this movement and he couldn’t help it. He wanted to taste her. Slipping his tongue between her lips and over her teeth, he moaned at the warmness of her mouth and when her tongue moved away to u
nguard her entrance he knew she was willing.

  His arm moved away so that he slowly moved back and she followed until his head was on the pillow and she was over him, still letting his mouth ravage hers as his other hand slowly moved to her nape to give him greater access to the sweet delicious kissable mouth she offered him.

  Parker never wanted to kiss another woman for as long as he lived and he didn’t want to ever stop kissing Charisse.

  ***

  Why didn’t she make a big thing about the kiss? Furthermore, why wasn’t she making a bigger deal about him kissing her more?

  ‘Because it felt so damn good.’ How did a man know how to kiss a woman so good?

  His lips were making her go through every emotion except outrage and she threw out the fact that now her secret was out the bag and he could know at any second that his dream was not a dream.

  This was real and she wanted more.

  Hesitantly, she touched his shoulder, while moving her other hand over him to press down on the bed. Her body followed his lips down, but she noticed how he gave her room as if she were about to push away.

  He was very aware of her and found a trillion more ways than before to keep her mouth occupied. Short ones, long ones, open mouth, closed mouth, his tongue in hers and even drawing her tongue in his. Parker kept her mouth very busy.

  ‘So you won’t think or resist,’ she determined.

  She was thinking, but she was far from resisting and everything told her to, except her body. It had a mind of its own and she didn’t want to fight the exhilarating breathlessness erupting all over her and making it difficult to even think straight.

  Learning to kiss was her first priority and she copied what he was giving her. He liked the slow long ones and when she responded with just as much enthusiasm, his body became even more aroused. His manhood pressing on her stomach twitched and his passion flared, while the grip tightened on her.

  She liked doing that to him and zestfully engaged in losing her mind while kissing him.

  ‘More Parker,’ her mind pleaded in frustration. ‘Touch me more!’

  Why couldn’t she have asked Nevada for advice on seducing a man! Moving her leg awkwardly over his thigh to press down on his manhood that was sticking up between the two of them, she knew he’d have to shift to be more comfortable.

  Parker felt the tightness in his pants and wanted to scream. If he shifted himself, he’d have to stop kissing her.

  ‘You shouldn’t have started in the first place. You can still fix this, Parker Sean Mills ! This is your sister-in-law!’

  Reluctantly, he moved her away and gathered his senses first. “What did you do to me that I’m going to be angry about, Charisse?” As he asked he shifted himself and her body so he was now leaning down looking at her resting his head back on his palm. Her hands had rested on chest and her leg was still slightly over his thigh. A very erotic position if their clothes were off, which he would have clearly took advantage of and if she kept looking this damn sexy he would really throw his control out of the window.

  She looked a little bit lost for a moment and he loved the way she got her mental status together right in front of him. He had clearly shocked her to her toes with all that kissing and he was almost tempted to kiss her again to discombobulate her some more.

  “Did you kiss me because you wanted to?“

  “Charisse,” he warned. “If you talk about kissing I’m going to do it again.”

  She smirked and he saw it plain as day, but he wasn’t about to change the subject again.

  “Now tell me why am I going to be upset with you when I find that hard to believe.”

  All that damn kissing had sucked whatever nerve she had to tell him the truth. She stalled to get her thoughts together. “It’s hard to tell you the truth, when you’re this close, Parker. I’m sure you never kissed Chyna or Cheyenne when you were angry, so I don’t think you’ll want to be this close to me when I tell you what I have to say.”

  “I never really wanted to be this close to Cheyenne or Chyna. Now tell me before I find other places to kiss on you that I’ve dreamed about kissing.”

  “See Parker, that’s the thing,” she said as if it were obvious.

  “What’s the thing?” he asked perplexed.

  “That you didn’t dream anything. You did do it.”

  “Did do what?”

  “Parker, this isn’t the first time we’ve been intimate.”

  He looked clearly baffled at what she had said and Charisse wasn’t sure how else she could say it. “What are you talking about, Charisse? You’ve never let anyone touch you. This is the first time we’ve touched. And you’re only doing it because you’re probably just in shock.”

  Slowly she shook her head in dread.

  Parker couldn’t believe what she was saying. Maybe she was really going crazy?

  Lifting up slightly preparing for some mass hysterics to start, he asked slowly, “When is the first time we touched, Charisse?”

  “The library,” she confessed, waiting for him to shoot off the bed and yelled, bellow, hell even throw some punches maybe.

  But the didn’t. He just stared at her as if she were losing her mind or playing some kind of joke.

  She specified, “When I came to the library that night you and Charisse fought.”

  He lifted higher.

  When he still gave her that weird look, she specified, “The night of the dinner.”

  “Charisse that wasn’t you!”

  ‘Sweet lawd! He doesn’t believe you?!’ “Parker, it was me! I was in the library with you. Not Chyna.”

  Parker moved to sitting up and pulled her up to sit up too. He was upset, but he wasn’t showing anger. “You could never do something like that. Why would you say something like that? Did Chyna make you say that?”

  She was too flabbergasted to answer. How could he not believe her?

  Gripping her shoulders, he shook her in frustration. “Answer me, Charisse. Did Chyna make you say something like that to fuck with me?”

  “Chyna did convince me to go in there. She said it was to help you because she had a sexual restriction and we both agreed we didn’t want you going back to Cheyenne. So I let her convince me to take her place and the library was... was more or less my initiation to touch you. She told me what to do.”

  “You’re lying!” Now he jumped out of bed. “Chyna knew you went in there?!” he asked in disbelief and then snorted. “Charisse, you don’t have to help her anymore. She’s out the picture.”

  “What are you talking about? She’s just gone away to the spa to make it look like I’ve gone away.”

  “No, Chyna is gone.” He went over to his jacket and brought back the paper in his inside pocket. “She signed the divorce agreement today and it will be final in three weeks. My lawyer gave these copies to me before I came here to get you.”

  She snatched the papers away from him to see Chyna’s signature at the bottom of the pages. Looking back at him, she asked, “Why did she do it?”

  “That’s what I’d like to know and why did she make you lie like that?”

  “I’m not lying!” she cried, scrambling out the bed to stand in front of him. “I was in the library with you. Not Chyna. She stayed in the guestroom. We planned it together.”

  “Chyna didn’t want me touching Cheyenne! Why would she agree to letting you…” He stopped as frustration filled him. He didn’t want to believe it because there was too much guilt and then the lust. Jesus! Did she know what that did to him? Charisse in the library? No, it couldn’t be! This was some game. She said she was just as bad as them. But why would she lie like this?

  Charisse said calmly. “Parker, why do you think I was acting funny the next day when I had to work with you?”

  “You said you were watching!”

  “You were sitting in the chair! You were sleep and I came in there, got on my knees and… and I put you in my mouth.”

  “You were watching!” he repeated adama
ntly.

  “You’re about the most stubborn man in the world!”

  “You’re about the most gullible woman. I can’t believe Chyna convinced you that if you lied to me about being in her place, I’d believe you.”

  She growled in frustration. “Okay, so you don’t believe me. How do I know you’re over well endowed? Like this long.” Extending her hands the width of her body was an over exaggeration.

  “I know Chyna told you that night before. I heard when she told you about me and her condition.”

  “Then you also heard her ask me to do what I did.”

  He hadn’t heard anything like that. ‘Maybe that was said after I left.’ Shaking his head still not ready to believe that Charisse was in the library with him. “Charisse, there is nothing you could do to convince me that you were in there.”

  “Oh Parker!” she exclaimed. “You cannot be that dense! It felt different. Chyna told me you said so.”

  “We just haven’t done that in a while.”

  “That’s a lie. She did it when you were trying to get pregnant.”

  “That’s different. This was for pleasure.”

  “Okay, what about your office? Are you going to tell me I wasn’t with you at your office?”

  Parker felt the room grow hotter. Charisse? Not a dream? What the hell?! Why the hell?!

  “Charisse, this isn’t funny.“

  “No, it’s not. I can’t believe I’m trying to make you believe that you and I did it. I thought you’d scream, holler or even beat me for my deceit. Instead you’re denying it happened.”

  “I never denied. I mean the library was Chyna, but the office… The office was a dream.”

  It hurt to swallow and it was getting harder to take a breath. He was on borderline of anger, confusion and just a swell of lust that almost wouldn’t let him see straight. “The office was a dream!”

  Charisse shook her head again.

  Parker ran a hand over his head and turned away in the grips of an unexplainable urge to hurt someone. The problem was he didn’t know if he wanted to hurt her physically or hurt her sexually.