“If you’ll excuse me, I have some work to finish,” I say to everyone and then hurry back to my office.
Placing the vase down on my desk, I sit down and grab the list, then crumple it up and throw it away. With a smile, I fish my phone out of my purse and text Parker.
Me: I know you wanted a list of things I wanted you to do to me, but I couldn’t think of any. And it’s because I don’t want anything from you tonight. I just need you tonight.
His response is immediate.
Parker: Then I’m yours.
My heart flutters in my chest as I smile. I gaze at my flowers, the card, and then sigh dreamily.
“I can hear you, Reeves,” Rowan shouts from her office.
Nearly knocking over the vase as I try to recover and get back to work on the spreadsheet in front of me, I call out to Rowan, “Sorry. I’ll keep it to myself.”
The last ten minutes of work seems to take ten hours. But finally, the clock hits five, and I’m racing out of the building like it’s on fire.
Rowan catcalls me on the way to my SUV. “Look at those hips swinging. Sure you don’t have more paperwork that needs to be finished before you go home?”
I almost flip her off, but grab my keys instead and unlock my door. “See you tomorrow.”
“Go get ’em, girl.”
With a little wave, I get in my SUV and speed off. The ride from work to my house is ten minutes. I make it in eight.
Parker is waiting for me on the front porch. His tall, muscular frame leans against the house, right beside the front door. Anticipation builds as I get out and walk to him.
His gaze rakes over my body, making me all hot and flushed. He rubs his thumb lazily along his bottom lip, and my nipples get hard. My body throbs in time to each pass of his thumb.
“Hi,” I say breathlessly, like I’ve run instead of driven here.
He tilts his head to one side, studying me. “How hungry are you?”
“For food or something else?”
His sexy lips curve at the corners. “Something else.” Taking two steps toward me, he cups my shoulders and stares into my eyes for a minute. Then he dips his head and brushes his lips over mine again and again in feathery-light kisses that make me gasp for air.
“I missed you today.” He nibbles a path up my jaw and to my ear. “I keep thinking about yesterday and how good you looked riding my cock. Baby, you made me come so hard that I got you all sticky. Dirty.” He bites down on my lobe, and I grow wet between my thighs. “Tonight I thought I’d return the favor and ride you. Maybe bend you over and take you from behind, so I can watch your perky little ass bounce. Yeah, I’ll do that later, but first…”
Powerless to stop him, he lifts my skirt and drops to his knees, burying his face between my thighs. His hands cup my ass as he uses his teeth to pull my panties down my legs.
“Right here?” I ask, glancing around.
He nods, his silky hair brushing my inner thighs. “Right here, right now.” Peering up at me, his eyes are more green than anything. “It won’t take long for me to make you come.”
“How do you know,” I gasp as he slides one long finger inside of me, then another.
His tongue presses against my clit, and I watch as he pleasures me. Letting go of my bottom, he takes one of my legs and hooks it over his shoulder, giving him better access to my sex.
I grab the door, holding on for dear life as he licks me. As he sucks on my clit and makes me cry out. Moving my hips, I try to find a rhythm to match his, but all he does is laugh darkly.
“I used to have my tongue pierced. Maybe I should re-pierce it just for you.” He swirls his tongue around my clit, and I swallow a moan. “You’d feel it here.” He licks downward and thrusts his tongue inside of me. Once, twice, and then pulls away. “There, too. But since I don’t have it anymore, you’ll just have to be satisfied with this.”
He kisses his way back to my clit, pressing his fingers forward inside of me, and I cry out. Parker drives me half insane with his soothing kisses and erotic licks. His fingers never stop their dance, and it’s all I can do to hang on.
“I could eat this every night and still not get enough,” he breathes against my wet, sensitized flesh.
“I thought you were going to make me come really fast,” I complain, pouting a little because he’s stopped.
“Changed my mind. I’m enjoying the taste of you too much,” he says, resuming his torture. Long, slow licks of his talented tongue make my toes curl.
Suddenly, he sucks my swollen clit into his mouth and pumps in his fingers hard. My fingers dig into the metal doorframe and his hair as I scream his name, but he doesn’t stop. Even while I’m shaking and trembling from the aftermath of my orgasm, he’s still sucking at me, still thrusting his fingers in and out of me, until I let out a choked sound.
“I’m going to… oh,” I moan as another burst of pleasure rocks my body.
“So sexy,” he murmurs. “So damn sexy and mine.”
In the back of my mind, I vaguely register the sound of a car going by and a dog barking in the distance. Parker smoothes my skirt back into place and puts one hand on the wall beside me, leaning in. Hot desire gleams in his eyes. His lips are wet. Deliberately, he takes the two fingers that have been inside of me and sucks on them, his gaze never leaving mine.
Unsure of what to say, I lean forward and try to kiss him, but he pushes me back.
“Not yet.” Then he grabs my hand and leads me inside, shutting the door behind us.
My eyes adjust to the darkness and he comes behind me, wrapping his arms around me. His big hands cup my breasts through my shirt, thumbs rubbing my nipples until they’re hard, greedy points.
He runs his nose along the side of my neck, breathing deeply. “Did you like the flowers I sent you?”
“Yes.”
“And the card?”
“It’s not a dream.”
Carefully, he unbuttons my blouse and slips it off my shoulders, dropping a kiss on each one. My bra is next to go and then my skirt. With his hands on my shoulders, I step out of it and he spins me around, lifting me into his arms.
“Are you sure?” he asks. “Because despite what happened yesterday, I might be able to let you go right now, if you say the word. But might is fading quickly, baby.”
I wrap my legs around his hips, kissing him with all the desire and love inside of me. “Does that answer your question?”
“Hell yes.”
The sky darkens. Rain begins to fall on the metal roof of the house as he walks to my bedroom and lays me in the middle of my bed.
“Don’t move.” He caresses my arm, my neck, and my collarbone, then trails the backs of his knuckles over my breasts, before stepping back from the bed. “So fucking pretty.”
He reaches behind his neck and pulls his shirt over his head in that way guys do. His hands go to the buttons of his jeans, and in my next heartbeat, he’s pushing them down his legs.
“Like what you see?” he asks, cocking a brow.
I take him all in, the sexy face, the piercing eyes, and lush lips. The broad shoulders, muscular chest and chiseled abs that are completely lickable. His erection is huge between his powerful thighs, and I swallow, imagining it inside of me again. Or me taking him in my mouth.
“Keep looking at me like that, and I can’t promise to make love to you like I’d intended.” Tossing a couple of condoms on the bedside table, he places a knee on my bed, and the mattress dips a little. “I came prepared to come inside of you this time.”
My breath hitches. “Keep talking like that, and I won’t stop looking at you like that.”
He crawls the rest of the way on the bed and up my body, dropping hot kisses as he goes. His hands caress me, finding every hidden spot that makes me gasp in pleasure and cry out for more. Turning me over, he nips at the back of my knees, the spot where my bottom and thighs meet before licking his way up my spine.
By the time he gets to my neck, I’m fisting the be
d sheets and panting. His heavy erection brushes my ass, and I push up slightly, causing the head to hit my sex right where I throb.
His hand snakes around me, strong arm pulling me tight against him. My back to his chest. “I want to fuck you just like this,” he growls into my ear. He rolls his hips, and the head of his cock slips inside. Barely. But it’s enough for me to try to press back again. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Tell me how much you want my cock. Tell me you want it deep and hard, and that you can’t wait for me to be inside of you like this. Tease me. Make me hard, Brooklyn.”
I know how much talking to Parker turns him on. He gets harder with every word, even while I’m doing my best not to blush so much.
“I want your c-cock in me. I want to feel you behind me, over me… I want it hard. I want it deep, and I want it now.”
For long, torturous minutes he barely moves, just keeps his erection in place as he uses his free hand to stroke my clit. He swells inside of me, and I cry out.
Pulling back, he flips me over and leans to one side to grab the condom. I sit up slightly, rubbing my mouth along his cock and he freezes. Peering up at him, I can’t figure out the look on his face. He looks pained, as if the thought of me touching him like this hurts. I begin to lower myself back to the bed, but he cups the back of my head and guides me to the head. “Open your sexy mouth and suck me.”
With a moan, I part my lips and peer up at him as his hard shaft hits my tongue. “You want me in there, don’t you?”
I swirl my tongue around him in answer. His fingers tighten in my hair. I take him deeper, and he lets out a curse. I’m slightly rusty at this, so I let him take control and guide my movements. Suddenly, he pushes me away. His cock comes out of my mouth with a pop, and I lick my lips.
“Have to be in you now.” He rolls the condom on and settles himself between my legs, before slanting his mouth over mine. We taste like each other, the combination heady and making my head spin.
He pushes inside of me with slow, measured thrusts. My inner muscles are erotically stretched as I gasp for air and dig my fingers into his wide shoulders. “I can’t take…anymore.”
“But I’m only halfway inside of you,” he says with a wicked smile, and my eyes widen. “Let’s see if you really can’t take more.” His lips find mine once more, and he plunges his tongue inside, curling it against mine. “Open up for me, baby.”
My hands slide down his back, and I spread my thighs wider.
With a moan, he sinks deeper. “There you go. Knew you could take more.” He leans up on his elbows, his arms planted on either side of my head. “Jesus. You’re small.” He rolls his hips and hits me in a spot that makes me cry out in pleasure.
“Do that again.”
“This?” He pulls out, and then slams back inside of me. I whimper. “Or this?” Barely leaving me, he moves inside of me with deep-seated thrusts that sends hot ribbons of pleasure throughout my body.
“That. That…like that,” I order breathlessly. “More, Parker.”
Pressing my hands against the small of his back, I urge him deeper, faster and harder. I want more. I need more. I need him like this, his hot breath on my neck, the sharp bite of pain when he rakes his teeth over me.
I writhe beneath him, biting and licking at his skin. I suck his nipple into my mouth and he curses. Suddenly, he grabs my arms, stretching them up and above me, pinning my wrists one hand. The tendons on his neck strain, the lines of his face are harsh as he continues to move inside of me.
My breasts bounce with each thrust, the cool air making the tips hard. He swoops down, capturing one in his mouth and sucking hard. My back bows, and I struggle against his restraint, but not to get away. I want to touch him, put my fingers into his hair and hold him to me.
Closing my eyes, I give into the sensations and just feel, just completely lose myself in him. More of his weight presses down on me, sliding against my clit with each thrust. I grip him harder with my thighs while trying to allow him deeper.
I strain against him, but his hand grabs my chin.
“Look at me. I need you to be with me,” he says roughly, and my eyes fly open.
“I’m here. It’s you.”
“Say my name.”
“Parker,” I whisper, gazing into his eyes. “You’re in me. On me. I feel you everywhere. I want to feel you every day.”
He curses something unintelligible and lets go of my wrists. Reaching between us, he uses his thumb to stroke my clit and just like that I break apart. He shoves deeply inside of me, my legs wrapping around his lean hips as he holds himself there, waiting for me. Finally free, I grab his arms and bite his shoulder.
His entire body shudders, and he shouts my name, coming inside of me so hard that I can feel his hot spurts into the condom. His head drops to the crook of my neck, and I kiss the spot I bit.
“I love you,” he breathes. “I love you so much it scares me.” Rolling to one side, he takes me with him, running a hand down my sweat-dampened back. “I understand that telling you this might not be what you’re ready for, but I can be patient. I can wait, because I’m yours.”
I stare at him, barely breathing and barely able to comprehend what he just admitted. “You love me?”
*
Parker
“Yes,” I say simply. “And I need you. I need you tonight and every other night you’ll give me. Hell, I’d move in if you’d let me.”
Her pouty bottom lip trembles. “You’d move in with me?”
“Because I love you,” I repeat, pulling out of her snug warmth. Though I hadn’t planned this out, her response is not what I’d thought it would be. “Or you could live with me.” I want the possibility out there. I still have to tell her about the move and about how recently I quit my other job. Dread fills me. I might lose her if I tell her the truth.
Maybe it would be better to wait. Maybe once I knew she loved me.
“But if you love me…” She smashes her lips together and looks away.
I grab her chin. “You can tell me. There’s nothing you can say that will send me running.”
“I don’t want to live together.”
Except that. Anger mixed with rejection surges, and I untangle myself from her sweet body and stand up. “Why the hell not?”
Brooklyn shrinks away from me, grabbing the quilt at the end of the bed and wraps herself up with it. “Because if I’m good enough to live with, then I should be good enough for more than that.”
I stare at her in disbelief. “You want a fucking marriage proposal?”
She shakes her head, but I can see the truth in her eyes. I run a hand over my face. “That’s a big commitment.”
“So is having sex,” she says quietly.
“It’s not the same.”
“For me it is. I’m sharing the most intimate parts of me with you—that was a big step for me to take.”
Shit. I know she’s right. I know that her experience isn’t like most people’s. “Is it some religious thing?”
She flinches. “What if it was? If you love me, then it shouldn’t matter.”
I throw her words back at her. “If you love me, then it shouldn’t matter to you either.”
Turing away from me, she lays her head on the pillow and becomes silent. But I can’t mistake the hurt that I saw in her eyes. I start to go to her, but my condom starts to slip. With a grunt, I stride to the bathroom and take care of business. This is so fucked up. I never should have admitted my feelings to her. I’ll just go back in there, get my shit, and leave.
She’s never said that she loves me, only that she cares, and even that was said in a offhanded way. Fuck it.
“I don’t need this.”
When I come back to the room, Brooklyn is still laying where I left her. I kneel on the floor at the edge of the bed. All it takes is one look at her face and my heart breaks. Tears run down her cheeks, silent tears that she wasn’t planning on letting me see or hear, because her fist is practically stuffed in h
er mouth.
“Don’t cry, sweetheart. Please. I wasn’t thinking. Okay? What I feel for you is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I can’t explain it, I just knew it as soon as I met you, and I’m still trying to figure out the best way to deal with it.”
I shake my head. “Not deal with it. Do something about it, before it’s too late.” Damn it. I need to shut up. There’s no need to tell her I’m leaving at the end of the summer—at least not right now.
Instead, I take her in my arms, and at first, her body’s tense as hell…until she realizes that all I’m going to do is hold her. Stroke her hair and tell her about my day. About the times I got in trouble with Cole—too many to count.
I don’t stop talking, even as I share things about my life that I’ve never told anyone, not even West.
“One of my mother’s boyfriends beat me with the buckle of his belt for spilling his beer…until Cole got a hold of him and broke his wrist. I still have the scar from that particular beating. It’s why I have a tattoo on the left side of my back.”
Her small hands tentatively touch me there and caress the spot.
“Growing up, Cole and I never had a real home, never had a place to call our own. We were either shipped off to our uncle’s house, slept in a car, or moved at the last minute because Crystal didn’t have the money for rent. Things really didn’t change for us until after Kelly was born, but in other ways, things got worse.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I didn’t know.”
“Why should you?” I press a kiss to her forehead. “It’s not your fault, and I wouldn’t wish that life on anyone.”
Rain pours down on the roof now, lulling us to a semi-drowsy state. I stroke her head, the pretty brown curls that smell so good fele like silk. I shift slightly, and Brooklyn makes a little noise of protest.
“Don’t go,” she says.
“I’m not.” I tighten my arms around her and close my eyes, ignoring my needs and wants to comfort her instead.
Sometime during the night, I wake up to Brooklyn moving restlessly against me. I cup her, finding her wet and hot. She parts her legs in invitation, and I roll her onto her back, entering her in one hard thrust.
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