Crossing The Line (A Taboo Love series Book 3)

by M. D. Saperstein

  I give myself a few minutes to get my shit together after Parker leaves, trying to digest all of the shit that he just laid on me. His apology was sincere; I saw it in his eyes. And he outed himself to his friends and family. Wow, that’s big…for him. He said that he wanted us to be together, but does that mean publicly? I just don’t know if I’m ready to jump back in with him not knowing if he is ready to step out of the closet and not live in hiding. Because as far as I’m concerned, the next reporter who asks me if I am gay is going to get the story of his career.

  I finally step out of the bathroom to see that the lobby is completely full of guests. There is extra security at the front doors, as well as, placed around the whole building. There are also undercover police inside trolling around, the guests completely unaware. Calvin did this for not only Parker and me, but also because some of the guests are the politicians from his club, and others are just worth a lot of money. Windows are covered with beautiful linens to ensure scoping cameras aren’t used – we learned that the hard way - and everyone here knows that they are not permitted to post any pictures on social media of anyone without their specific permission.

  An announcement comes over the speaker system, letting us know that the grand ballroom is going to be opening and that we should find our seats when we enter. As I enter through the floor to ceiling glass doors, there are beautiful vases on a table immediately to the right with our table assignments written in calligraphy on the flower petals. As I head toward my table, I stop and take a look around. The extravagance and grandeur of this room, if you can call it a “room,” is nothing short of spectacular. The largest crystal chandeliers one can dream of are hanging from the gold leaf ceiling. Chihuly sconces adorn the tapestry-covered walls with matching centerpieces as high as the eye can see. There is a bar at each corner of the room and a dance floor in the middle. Behind the dance floor are two separate stages. One for what looks like an eight piece orchestra, the other for a band. Damn, Calvin spared no expense.

  Distracted by the magnificence and clear opulence of the room, I am surprised when I bump into a table. Lucky for me, it’s my table. Aw, hell, Charlie and Delilah are sneaky little schemers.

  The table is full of guests, including Nick and Delilah, with the exception of one empty seat right smack dab in between Parker and Calvin’s sister, Carla King. She has a sour puss and a drink in her hand, looking pissed off and a little tipsy at the same time. But she has the perfect idea. Instead of sitting, I beeline it to the nearest bar.

  Parker

  Chance takes one look at me, and instead of sitting next to me, he’d rather drink. I can’t believe that Charlie and Delilah were right. I’ve never seen him drink and I’m devastated that I am the reason he started.

  He comes back to the table with a beer in his hand and introduces himself to the few people he doesn’t know. Most of them know who he is, but they are polite and shake hands with him.

  He continues to drink through dinner and I can tell that he is getting drunk. He is swaying a little and brooding. Still sexy as fuck. We continue to eat in companionable silence, the guests at our table pretty much keeping to themselves. Nick and Delilah are telling the story about the drama that went down at their wedding between Charlie and Calvin. And I hear Carla snort. Not like she is laughing, but a loud, obnoxious displeased noise.

  Chance opens his mouth for the first time in what seems like forever, and I brace myself for an argument; thankfully, this time I am not the intended target.

  “What the hell crawled up your ass and died?” he asks, swinging his head toward Carla.

  Shit.

  She chokes on her drink. "Excuse me?" she asks him incredulously.

  "What. Crawled. Up. Your. Ass. And. Died?" he reiterates, but this time talking slowly as if she were deaf or really dumb.

  Oh god, this is not going to be good. She gapes at him; probably finding it hard to believe that a movie star just asked her that.

  "I...I don't know what you're talking about." She huffs.

  "Sure you do. You've been evil eyeing Charlie the entire time. What's the problem?"

  "Nothing, I just don't like her," she replies briskly.

  Chance frowns. "You don't like her? What the hell is there not to like? She's super sweet and funny and Calvin is lucky to have found such a wonderful, caring woman."

  I smile warmly. It makes me so happy that Chance thinks so highly of my friends.

  "Yeah, well, it would have been better if she were black," Carla mutters.

  Now it's Chance's turn to choke on his drink. "What? Are you fucking kidding me?"

  Carla just glares at him, her arms crossed over her chest.

  "Wow, just wow. That's unbelievable. I can't even believe that you just said that. You don't like your brother's wife just because of the color of her skin? What year are we in? Parker, what year is it?"

  "2014," I supply.

  "Oh right! 2014! You do know it's 2014, right, Carla?" Chance asks her.

  She rolls her eyes but doesn't say anything.

  "So do you hate your nieces too since they are half white?" he asks.

  She gasps. "Of course not!" she squawks. Then she adds, "They can't help who their mother is."

  I turn slowly to look at her. Is she for real? I can't even believe she just said that.

  "Damn, you're just a straight up bitch, aren't you? No wonder you are here alone, I can't imagine any man wanting to be with a bitter, jealous, snot like you," Chance says in disgust.

  She gives Chance a dirty look before snapping back. "And what would a fudge packer like you know about what a man wants in a woman?"

  "Fudge packer?" Chance murmurs as if trying to figure out what it means. "Oh, you mean cause I fuck guys in the ass and it packs it all in there? Ha! Nice one! Getting creative in calling me a fag, I like it!" he barks, slapping his knee. “Let me help you expand your homophobic vocabulary since you are so ignorant. You forgot about butt pirate, bone smuggler, back door bandit, cock jockey, peter puffer…shall I go on?”

  “You’re disgusting.” She sneers.

  His chuckles die down and he turns to Carla with a straight face and says, "Do you know what a twunt is?"

  She gives him a bewildered look. "No."

  "It's a cunt and a twat rolled into one. I figured you would know since you are one." He grunts and sips his beer.

  I bite back a laugh and shake my head. This guy...I can't...

  Carla makes an offended noise and pushes out of her seat. "I'm done listening to you; you're the biggest asshole I've ever met."

  "Besides you, you mean," he says, grinning wickedly up at her.

  She gives him the evil eye before storming off. I can't hold in my laughter anymore. And apparently, neither could the rest of the table who couldn’t help but hear the whole heated exchange.

  I take a few more trips to the bar, but realize what I am doing, and stop myself quickly. On the third trip back, I come back with a soda, a seltzer, and a bottle of water. As I sit, I lean into Chance’s somewhat inebriated ear and ask which he wants. I’m done with the drinking bullshit, and so is he. Whether he wants to be or not, we are going to sober the fuck up. He reluctantly takes the bottle of water I offered and nods in appreciation. That’s probably the best I’m going to get, so I quietly say, “you’re welcome.”

  I slide my hand onto his thigh under the table. He stiffens and it flexes beneath my fingers, but he doesn’t remove it. Progress. As the guests finish their dinners, the music begins to transition from the orchestra to the band. People start to get up and dance and an idea hits me.

  “I’ll be right back, want another?” I ask and head to the bar.

  He smiles and I just melt. “Please,” is all he says but it tells me so much.

  Before I grab our drinks, I head to the band and make a request. It’s time to man up and make big moves.

  Chance

  The music is finally pumping and people are dancing. I want nothing more than to grind against Pa
rker like we did at the club, but I know there is no way he will do that. Not here. Not with me. Maybe I should have brought a date.

  I see Nick and Delilah head to the dance floor, meeting up with Charlie and Calvin. They all hug and kiss and laugh, and I am insanely jealous. It would be so easy to find a woman and live the straight life. I would be lying to myself and the world, but it would be so much easier. Maybe if Parker moves on with a woman, I can do the same. Maybe we can both get wives, and secretly be together. No, shit. Why am I thinking about different ways to be straight? And living in the closet? I’m gay, dammit. This is my life, it’s not a choice, but I can choose to be happy and live it out and proud.

  I’m deep in thought when I suddenly hear the band covering an Ed Sheeran song. They are singing Kiss Me, and I know that is not something Charlie would have chosen. There is only one person…

  “Dance with me.” It’s not a question. Parker is now standing next to me, his hand outstretched.

  I stand up and meet him nose to nose, a goofy ass grin on his face. “Are you drunk?”

  “No, I’m not drunk, and I’m not asking. Dance. With. Me.” He punctuates each word with a kiss on each cheek, then my nose.

  “Who the hell are you and what have you done with my Ham…”

  I don’t get the rest of the question out because I’m silenced with a kiss. It’s quick and dirty and I am hard as a rock. Before I can deepen it, we are walking toward the dance floor, holding hands. Did I get hit on the head or something?

  We greet the other couples on the dance floor and I feel like I am living a dream. But I am still wary of his intentions, so I don’t relent. He pulls me up against him and wraps his arms around me. We start swaying slowly to the music. Damn, I’ve missed being in his arms.

  “One slow dance is not going to fix this.”

  “It’s a slow dance, in front of hundreds of people. I’m trying.”

  “I know you are, and it’s a start. But I’m gay, P. This is who I am, and I’m tired of apologizing for it.”

  “Who’s asking you to?” Parker leans in and kisses me again, this time deeper. As he lets out a moan, I use that opportunity to stick my tongue in his mouth and take control. Our hips are touching and our cocks are rubbing against each other. If we were anywhere else, I’d have him bent over a table by now. Not that he would let me.

  I pull away breathless, rock hard, and annoyed at my thoughts. I take a couple of steps back. This will never work. “What was that?” I ask.

  “What do you mean?” His eyes are a combination of lust and hurt and confusion, exactly what I’m feeling.

  “Don’t fuck with me, Hamilton. I’m not doing this with you again. I’m not living in hiding. I want to be with a man who wants to be with me. Everywhere. Not just behind closed doors.”

  “I’m that man, Chance. I love you,” he says calmly.

  “Prove it.”

  “How? Anyone in this room that’s been paying attention pretty much just witnessed me come out.”

  “That’s for everyone else’s benefit. Prove it to me.” I point my thumbs to my chest and poke. I am desperate to be with him, but not at the expense of my sanity.

  Parker takes a step forward and looks me dead in the eyes. “Fuck me.”

  “Come again?” I ask – no pun intended – sure that I didn’t hear him right.

  He takes another step forward so that there is no space between us. He grabs my hands and leans his forehead on mine. “I’m ready. I love you and I want to be with you. It may take me a little time to out myself to the world, but I promise you that I will do it. In the meantime, I want you to make me yours. I want you to fuck me.”

  I pull my head back a little so I can look in to his eyes. “Are you sure that’s what you want? Because once I do, there’s no going back. At this point, you still have plausible deniability.”

  “I don’t want to deny anything. I want to take this step with you and I want to do it now.”

  “Right now? In the middle of your best friends’ wedding reception?”

  “Yes, my room, right now.” Parker insists, already walking off the dance floor.

  “Okay, lead the way, Virginia.”

  Parker stops so short that I practically bump in to him. “Do I wanna l know?” he asks cautiously.

  I shrug. “Virginia ham. Thought that was an easy one.”

  More Chance…

  The trek up to Parker's room is short, practically running the whole way. We don't want to be gone for so long that people will start to wonder where we are. Parker hastily opens the door and we stumble in, then makes sure it is shut and locked. We are immediately on each other, tearing each other's clothes off. I unbutton Parker's shirt as quickly as I can and shove it off his shoulders. His deft fingers undo the cuffs and he tosses the shirt aside. Mine is the next to go.

  Parker is killing me with a devastating kiss while his hands are down the back of my leather pants, squeezing my ass cheeks roughly in his large hands. I grab his hair and yank his head back. He lets out a strangled cry as I latch onto his exposed neck. I drag my mouth down to his bare chest and nip at his nipples. Parker growls and clasps the sides of my head, holding me to him. I then shove him back. He lands on the end of the large four-poster bed. The bed is freaking gigantic. And high. High enough for me to comfortably bend him over the end of it. I grab him and flip him onto his stomach then cover him with my body. I grab his wrists and hold them above his head.

  Grinding my still leather covered cock against his ass, I lean down next to his ear. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

  "Yes!" he pants.

  "Don't move," I command before straightening up.

  I need lube. There is no way I can pop Parker's cherry with just spit. I rummage through his toiletry bag until I find it. Parker hasn't moved from his spot on the edge of the bed. He's on his stomach, bent over with his feet still on the floor. Damn, that's a beautiful sight. I place the lube on the bed and step up behind him. I bend over and kiss the back of his shoulders and neck before working my way down to the small of his back. I shove my hand under him and undo his fly so I can get his pants off. As I slide them over his ass, I give it a nip, causing him to clench and his breathing to hitch.

  I stand back up, shove my own pants down and kick them aside. I slide my hand over Parker's ass and up his back before moving back down again. He squirms under my touch. I grab the lube and pour some into my hand. I lube up my cock really good before pouring a little more into my hand. I use that to rub around Parker's tight hole. He moans. I slowly slip my middle finger inside of him. He gasps at the invasion. He shoves his face into the bedspread and shouts in pleasure. See, he didn't know what he was missing.

  After a minute, I slide in a second finger, just to help open him up a bit. I start making a scissor motion as he moans low and fists the bedspread.

  "You like that, baby?" I purr.

  "Yeah," he breathes.

  "Do you think you're ready for my cock?"

  "Yes, I want you, Chance. I need you," Parker moans.

  I close my eyes at his words. My heart pounds madly in my chest. This is really happening. Here we are, back together, with me about to fuck Parker. I honestly never thought that we would get back together, let alone have Parker ask me to fuck him.

  I remove my fingers and take hold of my cock. I rub it over his puckered hole a few times, letting him feel it. I slowly push forward, using one hand to guide myself, while the other is gripping Parker's hip. Parker lets out a slew of nasty curses, one of his hands coming back to claw at my thigh.

  "Ah! It's too much, Chance, I can't..." he grunts.

  I lean over him and gather him up in my arms. I press my lips to the side of his neck. He's so fucking tight and hot that I know I won't be lasting too long.

  "Shhh, you'll be fine. I know it feels like too much, but it's not, you just have to adjust," I whisper to him. "And breathe."

  Parker

  "Breathe," he tells me. Okay, okay, I ca
n do that. I take a deep breath and blow it out. Chance pushes in a bit further. My breath catches again. It's not that it hurts so much as I just feel so incredibly...full. It's an odd feeling.

  Chance litters my shoulder with kisses while he pushes all of the way in. His arms are wrapped around my chest and his front is plastered to my back. He slowly pulls back before thrusting forward.

  "Motherffff..." Chance groans and drops his forehead to my shoulder.

  He starts a slow rhythm. As he continues to move, I start to relax. The more he moves, the better it feels.

  "You okay?" he asks tightly.

  "I'm good," I reply breathily.

  "Good," he grunts and picks up the pace.

  I let out a strangled moan as pleasure shoots through me. After a few more thrusts, Chance pulls out. Before I can protest, he flips me over and shoves my legs apart. I blink up at him. His eyes are blazing with desire and love. He lines himself up again and pushes in, this time much faster. He once again covers me with his body, wrapping his arms around me. I reach up and kiss him hard. I moan into his mouth. Goddamn, it feels so fucking good to have him inside of me. Chance's whole body is trembling. It really revs me up to know that I'm the one making him tremble. I slide my hands down his back to cup his ass. I love the way the muscle flexes under my hands with each thrust and roll of his hips.

  "Ah, shit, babe, you're gonna make me come," Chance rasps in my ear.

  "That’s the idea," I pant.

  His mouth slams down onto mine. The kiss is savage and ruthless and he's pouring everything he's feeling into it. All of the anger and hurt over our break up, but also all of the hope and love and want that he's feeling right now. I got it all. And I give him back as good as I'm getting. His thrusts become frantic and erratic. I know he's close.

  He suddenly tears his mouth away from mine and slams into me a couple more times, shouting through gritted teeth and fisting my hair. He collapses on top of me, his hard body somehow fitting perfectly against mine. I wrap my arms around his and stroke my hands up and down his back.

  "I love you, Chance," I whisper.