Then he grabbed the waist of his jeans and pulled them down just enough that his cock sprang completely free.
“Shit!” I said a little louder than I meant to. “You're so beautiful.”
He ripped the foil packet, as his eyes narrowed. Then he took his shaft in his hand, and my thighs clenched tighter than before.
“Don't ever call it beautiful again,” he said roughly, as he covered himself.
“I've just never wanted to taste a man as much as I do right now,” I said.
His body was instantly back over mine. He grabbed the back of my thigh and spread my legs wide. Then his fingers were on me. As soon as he pushed one of them into me, my hips shot forward. I moaned as he pulled it out and thrust into me again, adding a second finger.
“Parker,” I groaned. “Your cock. I need your cock. When I come, I need you deep. It's been a long time.”
His fingers were gone and his cock was there. When he thrust into me hard, I cried out loud. My fingers gripped tight to his back, a little too tight. I was sure my nails had gone through his skin. When he pulled back, I wrapped my legs around his waist to keep him close. He looked down into my eyes and thrust in so hard that I was sure he'd reached a spot I'd never felt before.
“Oh,” I moaned. “So good.”
He thrust into me a third time, and I came harder than I ever thought I could. His name left my lips loud. I wanted more.
“More,” I moaned. “I need all of you. Fuck me hard.”
“Shit,” he groaned.
With one of his arms on each side of my head, I could see his muscles flex each time he moved into me. The man was so damn sexy. I grabbed the back of his head, pulled him down, and kissed him hard. Each time he thrust into me, my hips were right there with his. He was hitting so deep inside of me, and I never wanted to forget that feeling. The closer he got, the harder and faster he moved. I could feel my body moving up the blanket and onto the grass, but I didn't care. All I wanted was for Parker to fuck me like his life depended on it, like he really needed me.
“So good,” he moaned. “Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock, princess. Once won't be enough. I hope you know that. Now that I've had you, I'm going to have you again.”
My head fell back, my back arched, and my hips thrust forward in time with his. I grabbed the sides of the blanket in my hands and didn't let go. He fucked me so hard and deep.
“Next time,” he said, “I'm going to devour you. I'm going to lick and suck you until you come all over my tongue. I want to taste you. Do you hear me? I have to taste you.”
“Parker,” I moaned, as my back arched so I could get closer to his chest.
“Fuck, princess,” he moaned. “So fucking good.”
He pounded into me so hard, and I wrapped my arms around his neck so I couldn't move away from him again.
“Next time,” he said roughly, “you're going to wrap those cocky lips around my dick, and I'm going fuck that mouth soft and slow. You're going to suck me hard, and I'm going to come down your throat. I'm going to give you all the taste you need.”
“Oh,” I cried out. “Harder.”
His lips came down on mine, and he kissed me so hard I knew I was going to bruise, but it wasn't enough.
“Need you with me, Cassie,” he said.
My hands moved down, and I grabbed his ass hard. When he moved into me again, I cried out his name and came hard around him. Then he moved into me again, and he roared my name as he pulsed hard inside of me.
His body came down on mine, and I knew I didn't want to let him go.
My eyes opened, and my body shot up in my bed. I was trying to catch my breath, as I reached up to wipe the sweat from my forehead. When I looked around me, my sheets were a wrinkly mess, and I could see the spots my hands had been clenching. I moved my thighs together inside my pajama bottoms embarrassed by what I discovered.
“Shit!” I whispered to myself.
I'd come harder than I ever had in my life, and it had all been a dream.
“Ugh!” I let out, as I fell onto my back.
A few seconds later, I felt something on my bed.
“Mommy,” Jenny whispered. “Are you okay? Can I sleep in your bed?”
“Sure,” I said, as I thought about my dream and hoped that anything I'd said had stayed right where it belonged. “Come on up here.”
I tried to fall back to sleep, but I couldn't do it. Every time I closed my eyes, I'd see Parker above me. How could I have had a dream like that, I wondered? He was an asshole, and he irritated the shit out of me. Then I thought back to the restaurant parking lot. He was eating Thanksgiving dinner alone. He'd said he wasn't originally from there. Then he'd said he had kids, but he'd used my it's complicated line to stop the topic. No, I told myself. It wasn't my job to think about him and wonder about his life. That did not need to happen.
Jeff came into the room to let me know it was time to get up. I was actually happy for the distraction. There was no way I needed to be thinking about Parker.
“Can we watch cartoons, Mommy?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, as I got out of bed and took him and Jenny downstairs.
I turned the television on and got them both situated when I heard Jake cry out. He was ready to get up as well. Once he was changed and resting in the bouncer, I got the kids some cereal. Then I fed Jake.
All I could think about the entire morning was Parker and my dream. It wasn't right, I knew that for sure. I was a married woman. My husband had been a total jerk and slept with someone else, but that didn't give me the right to think about another man. By the time noon rolled around, I felt like the most horrible wife in the world. Was I really any better than him? I'd had sex with another man in my dream. It might not have been real life, but I'd definitely been thinking about it for what transpired in my sleep to happen. If I could do something like that after only one meeting and two few minute conversations, how could I not at least talk to Jeff about what he'd done. He'd known her for years before he'd done anything with her. Was he really as bad as I was making him out to be? Maybe if I was a better wife to him, he'd be a better husband and stop seeing her. My mind felt like it was spinning out of control.
By the time Jake fell asleep for a nap, I was exhausted myself. I grabbed a pillow and sat down on the couch to relax for just a few minutes before cleaning the house. I hadn't even felt my eyes close, but when I opened them, Jenny and Jeff were both running for the front door.
“Hey guys,” I heard Sammie's happy voice fill the air. “How was your Thanksgiving?”
“Fun,” Jeff said.
“Mommy took us out for the dinner,” Jenny said.
“She did,” Sammie said. “Where did you go?”
“A restaurant,” Jenny answered.
I shot up off the couch and looked around the living room.
“Shit!” I whispered, noticing how bad it was, and knowing that the kitchen was even worse.
“Hey, Cassie,” I heard Sammie before she came around the corner. “How did it go?”
Then she saw the mess and the happy expression left her face.
“What the hell happened in here?” she snapped.
“I'm sorry,” I said. “I swear I was going to clean it up before you got home. I was so tired last night. When I got up this morning.”
“Stop!” Sammie snapped. “Just stop.”
“I'll clean it up,” I said, feeling truly sorry. “I'll clean the kitchen too.”
“The kitchen?” she asked, as she started toward it.
“No,” I said. “Let me get it before you go in there.”
She walked right by me. The second she saw the mess, I knew it.
“Cassie,” she growled out. “How could you have taken them to dinner and still used all of this? I don't get it. You're not a damn teenager. You do know that, right?”
“I didn't mean to leave it,” I said. “I was going to clean it. I still will.”
“No,” Sammie said with a sh
ake of her head. “I'm done. We went to Michigan so your parents didn't know you were here. We didn't want to drive all those hours. We did it for you. You were here. You didn't have to go anywhere, and this is what I come back home to.”
“It was harder than I thought,” I said, as the tears began filling my eyes.
“What is?” she asked, as she turned back to me and away from the mess.
“Everything,” I said. “It's all harder than I thought. Being alone with the kids. Keeping the mess picked up. Taking them out to dinner myself. It's so damn hard.”
Sammie shook her head and took a deep breath. Then she walked over to me and put her hands on my shoulders.
“This is life,” she said. “You have to get it together, Cassie. There are three kids out there that deserve amazing lives. You're their mom. It's your job to give them that.”
“I'm not sure I can,” I said, as I shook my head.
“You can if you want to,” she said. “Go upstairs and take a nap. I'll get this all cleaned up.”
“Sammie,” I said.
“Just go,” she demanded.
I walked right by everyone in the living, headed up the stairs, closed my door behind me, and fell onto my bed.
“I don't know what to do,” I said to myself. “How can I suck at everything?”
I felt completely useless as I fell onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. My husband had been with another woman for a year, and I hadn't even known it. Maybe it was my fault, I thought. Would I have seen it if I had been a better wife? I'd taken my kids away from the life they were used to, and I didn't even have a plan for how I was going to pay our way. I wasn't a good mom. Shit! I couldn't even take care of them for two days. Then there was James and Sammie. I'd walked into their home, with three kids, uninvited, and without a second thought, they'd taken us in. I was driving them both crazy, and I didn't have the right to do that. Sammie was so pissed, and I'm sure James was too. He was lying to my parents and grandma because of me, and that had to be driving him crazy. On top of all of that, I'd trashed their house. I couldn't blame either of them for being mad. I was a mess. Finally, as if that wasn't enough, I'd met a man and had barely known him, yet I'd had sex with him in a dream. That was awful. I was married, and I'd dreamt about another man. Was I really just as bad as Jeff?
Tears were slipping from the corners of my eyes and down the sides of my face when I heard my phone ring next to me. I turned my head to the side to see Jeff's name on the screen. He hadn't been calling or texting me. Part of me missed him, even though he'd suddenly turned into a total asshole. I didn't miss that Jeff, I missed the old one, the one I'd known before.
“Hello,” I whispered, as I picked up the phone and put it to my ear.
“Hey, Cassie,” he said in a soft, calm voice, the voice I'd known before. “How are you?”
“I'm okay,” I said. “How are you?”
“I'd be better if you were home,” he said. “I missed you yesterday. Are you ready to talk?”
I was silent for a moment. Then Parker popped into my head, and I let out a sigh, as I shook him from my thoughts.
“I think I am.”
To be continued...
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Working on My Brother's Best Friend
Prologue
Gabby
I was twenty five when I threw the going away party for my brother Gabe. There were so many things going through my mind. I looked around at all of his friends and then at the one that was leaving with him. That was where my emotions mixed.
I was going to miss my brother more than anything. We were twins and had been close our whole lives. My name was Gabriella, but he called me Gabby. His name was Gabriel, but I called him Gabe. It was the only thing we'd gotten from our parents before they took off. We were raised by my mother's parents. Ours were too young and not ready for two kids. That was what my grandma told me anyway. Gabe and I had been inseparable growing up. He was the life of the party. The man always had a joke for everything. He always found a way to bring a smile to my face no matter what was going on around us. He had my back anytime I needed it, and I would have done anything for him.
Gabe finished college and had decided to move from Michigan to California to start his own business. I was so happy that he was going to be doing what he loved without having to answer to anyone. He'd loved web development and graphics ever since he'd first gotten onto a computer. It was something he was very passionate about. I was more into the financial aspects of business than anything else. He'd offered me a job at his company. I thought about going so I could be close to him. There were only two reasons I declined his offer.
The first reason being our grandparents. They were both having health issues and I was afraid to leave them alone. My grandma begged me to go. She didn't want me to pass up the opportunity of being with Gabe as he started his company. She didn't know they weren't the only reason I'd said no.
The second and biggest reason I stayed behind was named Doug. He was Gabe's best friend and had been our entire lives. Growing up, Doug was it for me. He was my first and only crush. He was the man I thought in my heart I would end up spending my life with. He was the first boy to kiss me. We were sixteen and he left for the summer to stay with his father. I couldn't wait for him to come back. I counted down the days. Something changed in him while he was gone. When he came back, he was different. He was distant with me, and nothing was ever the same again. It didn't change how much I
liked him. He was still Doug, and I still knew we were destined to be together. There was nothing the boy could do to make him less than perfect in my eyes. That was what I thought anyway. By the time we graduated high school, he'd proven me wrong. My crush was gone and was replaced with more disgust than I'd felt for anyone else in my life. He'd hurt me, and there was nothing he could have done to take that hurt away.
I'd been able to avoid Doug all through college. I stayed at school even during the summers. It was awesome. Gabe had gone to college close to home, so he'd been with my grandparents. Doug had gone to school with him. We'd all graduated, and I'd come back home. Being around Doug was awful. I'd seen him move from woman to woman those three years. Just seeing his face made my stomach sick.
When Gabe announced that he was starting a company in California, I didn't know what to think. It was going to be hard to be away from him. I'd done it in college, but that wasn't a five hour plane flight away. I was going to miss him so much. It wasn't easy knowing he was leaving. The one thing saving me was knowing Doug was going with him. I knew he'd have someone right there all the way. Doug would always have his back. Gabe was the one person he'd never screw over. That I was sure of. It was me he didn't mind hurting. I knew with Doug across the country, I could move on with my life. I wouldn't have to see women hanging on his every word or hear his disgusting mouth. That was my decision maker. I wanted a life, and with him gone it would be easier. If I never saw him again, it would be perfect. I'd never let anyone make me feel the way he did, not ever again.
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