by Shey Stahl
The only sounds beside the faint hum of the generator running were the air tools and the clanging of Parker’s belt as he freed himself. I didn’t wait for any invitation before I was shedding my own clothes.
His mouth returned to mine as he moved one of his hands above my head and pressed forward. His other hand pulled my thigh up for access. I was completely surrounded by him as he pushed me harder and harder into the wall.
I couldn’t focus. He and I were both sweating. He grunted, pushing and pulling me against him, holding me close but not nearly close enough. Crawling inside him seemed like the only logical answer. He seemed so different from the shy Parker in Moab. This Parker seemed focused on one thing—me.
“Fuck,” he drawled out breathlessly, throwing his head back when he pushed inside me. His hands roughly pulled my shirt off. His mouth caught mine, hungry, wet, and forceful.
I was overwhelmed with emotion. The first two times, though awkward, were gentle, slow, and emotional. This time it was all about need, our need. Nothing about it was controlled. We were barely able to keep our footing without falling.
I was so turned on by his sudden, frantic need, the warm tingling in my belly intensified, spreading throughout my entire body in a burst of white pulsing lights.
“Oh God, Parker!” I screamed as the first orgasm I’d ever experienced while having sex rushed to the surface.
Parker jerked forward, his body tensing as he bit into the skin covering my collarbone. “Fuck, Rowan.” He moaned against the skin, his tongue following a path towards my neck. “I missed you so much.” And then with two more quick movements, he moaned as his orgasm shook him.
His hand squeezed my thigh, pulling me into his hips one last time as the last of his orgasm ebbed.
It took us a good five minutes of heavy breathing before we finally spoke, my fingers tracing the indentation on my shoulder from his teeth. Part of me hoped it left a mark.
“I couldn’t take watching you strut by like that any longer,” he said sheepishly, dragging his fingertips of the mark on my shoulder. “I had to have you.”
“It’s okay.” I smiled, reaching up to kiss his lips. “I enjoyed it. It felt really good.” I tried to hint that I finally had an orgasm during sex, but I think he could tell.
Parker groaned, his head falling to my shoulder, and then he smiled. “Don’t say that unless you want me to attack you again…I am seventeen after all,” he said with a twinkle to his beautiful features.
“In that case…” I silenced his lips with another passionate kiss, one that had the seventeen-year-old in him ready for more.
We spent a good hour in that parts room, and it wasn’t awkward anymore. There was no accidental junk punches or hair pulling. However, when he did it on purpose, it was rather enjoyable.
“Not that I really want to get back to work with you here…tempting me...” He paused to kiss along my jaw, his hands cupping my face, forcing me to look at him. “But I need to get that Impala delivered tonight or Rick will have my ass. And I don’t have any more condoms.”
I only nodded. You couldn’t have wiped the smile from my face even if you scrubbed hard. I spent the rest of the day that way.
Parker and I avoided each other the rest of the day. Like he said, he was seventeen and he didn’t have any more condoms.
After work, I went home and had dinner with my parents. Just around the time I was getting ready for bed, I heard a familiar four-stroke coming up the trail behind our house. Peeking out my bedroom window, I saw the flash of yellow that I loved so much. He came to see me.
Fist pumping the air took place.
My dad came into my room when he heard it, and I knew Parker was in the driveway waiting for me. He leaned against the door frame with a smile. “It’s late you know.”
“It’s not that late,” I said, throwing a sweatshirt over my tank top and sliding a pair of flip-flops on. “I won’t be long.”
“Okay.” He smiled. “But be back inside by eleven…all right?”
It was only nine so that gave me two hours alone with Parker. I was all for that.
We made it out to my tree house in the woods. I’d never been out there at night because for one, I was scared of the dark, and two, I was scared of the dark.
Parker had a good time with that and every few minutes his eyes would dart around the thick forest surrounding us. “What was that?”
I would elbow him, slide a little closer, and then bury myself in his arms.
Parker smiled down at me, pulling my T-shirt up a little. His cool hands found my heated skin. “How sturdy is this thing?”
“Sturdy enough.” I laughed, straddling him. Then I had other ideas and wanted to try something different. Something we hadn’t done yet.
With our clothes scattered around the weathered wooden floor, I moved down his legs and knelt before him. Tiny rocks dug into my knees, but the look on his face was what kept me going.
“What are you doing?” He looked up at me curiously.
When I moved forward so my mouth was on his hip, I think he understood, but there was an internal war waging between sheepishness and lust. When I wrapped my hand around his length, his eyes fell closed, he and bucked into the tight circle of my hand.
“Fuck, Ro…” he whispered, immediately opening his eyes. I briefly met his gaze steadily before I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the trail of hair beneath his belly button. He groaned.
When my tongue flicked out and traced his hardness, he breathed again and I looked up at his face. He was watching me.
“Is this okay?” I asked, my hands rested on his upper thighs.
“It’s more than okay.” Parker nodded, his cheeks flushed. “Can I…” He paused and swallowed again.
“What?” I coaxed, wondering what he wanted. My hand wrapped around him again.
He licked his lips and his eyes widened slightly. “Can I…when I…come…”
I saved him the mortification of having to ask “Can I come in your mouth?” and nodded yes to his unspoken question.
He looked at me, mildly uncertain for a beat before his eyes closed again.
When I finally took him in my mouth, I felt his fingers tighten around the back of my neck. I slid my lips slowly along the length of him, memorizing the texture, the heat, and the taste of him. He was too big to fit all of him in, but I still tried and ended up gagging.
Parker was so caught up in the moment I doubted he even noticed. Glancing up, I saw that he was watching everything, his eyes heated and heavy-lidded, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.
As I watched his face, his headed dropped back against the floor of the tree house. “God, Ro,” he gasped, and his voice was rough and needy, exactly what I was going for.
His hips rocked to meet my movements, and from his posture, his face, and his movements, I could tell that he was nearly lost to his need.
“Ro...” This time it wasn’t an endearment but a warning. “Fuck…” I hummed around him and he gasped again. His hand fisted in my hair, hips bucking upward shoving the length of him as deep into my throat as he could go. I watched his face as he came. He tightly squeezed his eyes shut, and opened his mouth in silent rapture. His entire body taut as he shuddered, warm gushes of him flooding my throat.
I gasped and swallowed, licking my own lips when his eyes cracked open to watch me.
“Ro,” he said again, his eyes still afire as they watched my mouth despite his spent body.
He pulled me up to kiss me, and I was mildly surprised that he didn’t hesitate to stick his tongue in my mouth.
“Wow,” he murmured against my lips, and I pulled back to smile.
“I’ve definitely never done that in this tree house before,” I teased.
Parker tilted his head to one side and made quite the picture: chaotic hair, swollen lips, flushed cheeks. He licked his lips and gave me that half smile I loved. “I love you…”
I arched an eyebrow at him and pinned hi
m with one look. “Are you saying that because of what I just did, or because you truly do?”
I was teasing and he knew it. “A little of both,” he admitted, sitting up as his hands reached for my thighs and he pulled me forward to straddle him. “Now let me show you how much I love you.”
“By all means, Parker, show me.” I giggled when his lips found my neck, and oh God did he show me.
The tree house had definitely seen better days, but it didn’t stop us from rocking it a little. Parker thought it would come crashing down and he’d have to explain to Rick what happened, but I assured him if he protected me from the Sasquatch I was certain was lurking in the shadows watching us go at it, I would protect him from Rick.
About the time I was putting my shirt back on, my dad was calling for me.
“Thank God he didn’t come out here,” Parker said, pulling his T-shirt over his shoulders, his cheeks still flushed.
“No kidding.” Once we righted our clothes, we made our way back to the house in a comfortable silence.
My thoughts mostly revolved around the fact that sex was no longer awkward. We were learning things about each other that I was sure none of us had ever shared with anyone else or ever would.
We learned that sex was a lot like dancing. If you moved with each other it worked. If you closed your eyes and felt the music, your body moved. I did that and soon I was there with Parker, moving with him, feeling him with me.
It was like being in love. Sometimes you just closed your eyes and you fell. I fell that was for sure.
CHAPTER 11
Rowan Jensen
Line
This describes the path of the motorcycle a rider goes through: a section of the track or around a turn. Riders think hard about the best lines to take, lines that can be used for passing and lines that can be used later in the race when the track surface has changed.
July 21, 1997
The next night after work Parker showed up again.
This time he came to my bedroom window and threw rocks at it only to crack the glass. “I saw that going differently,” he explained, looking frightened.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said, climbing out onto the roof, ready to climb down the tree. It was an escape route I had used many times over the years with Addy. “You’re not the first person to break that window. Addy has broken it like ten times.”
“Well, then get down here.” He smiled, holding his hands out with a shrug. He was wearing a black hoodie, and he looked so cuddly and cute. I just wanted to squeeze him. My dad wasn’t exactly excited about me sneaking out every night, but he had to have known.
I eagerly skipped down the driveway towards Parker. He stood by the tree at the end of the road with his dirt bike leaning against the fence. The entire town was asleep, but Parker and I were just getting started. The thought put my tummy into a spin and made my body tingling again.
“Hey.” I smiled as I got close to him. There was something alluring about the way his eyes looked in the moonlight framed by his black plushy sweatshirt.
He handed me a helmet with a smile. “Hey.”
Parker watched carefully as I climbed behind him on the back of his bike.
He was careful with me, but he still rode like a pro in my mind, better than I ever did on a trail. He didn’t pin it until we were about a mile from my house, and then he blipped the throttle once leaving me clinging to that plushy sweatshirt, hoping I didn’t fall off the back.
With the light of the day fading, creating new shadows and dark patches around us, the thoughts about what was in these very woods spooked me a little, and I found myself holding on tighter.
I couldn’t help but smile when I felt his chest shake with laughter at how tightly I clung to him. He said something but I couldn’t hear it and instead hung on tighter. We got to a clearing and the moon lit our path.
“I wanted to show you my tree house,” he said, gesturing to a track in the distance with a few table jumps and hill climbs where a few acres of trees had been cleared out last summer.
His tree house was a track. It was a place he knew his lines, the routes he wanted to take, and the place where his actions and decisions came naturally. Out there he didn’t have to hold himself in. He was Parker O’Neil.
I laughed, taking in the sights before me, an embedded and cultivated land he called his tree house. Parker straddled his bike with his helmet in hand.
“I think my tree house holds good memories now, don’t you?” I gestured south with a tip of my head.
With a light chuckle, Parker took his helmet between his hands and slipped it over his head, the moonlight and shadows dancing over the polished black and yellow paint. He reached his hands under his chin to adjust his chin strap. “It holds some pretty awesome memories for me too…but this place...” he sighed looking out at the jumps they had built “...this place is a little glimpse into me.” His voice faded with each word, and I had to strain to hear him. “And I wanted to share that with you.”
I watched for probably thirty minutes as he soared through the air doing a series of freestyle moves where he would put his hands on the front bars and then arch his back, keeping his knees tight against the bike. He’d land that one and then shoot some thirty feet in the air again, putting his front feet over the handlebars between his arms and then replacing them before landing.
My favorite trick was the one where he grabbed the front fenders and basically did a handstand on the bike before pulling it back.
I couldn’t believe that he could do freestyle like this and not crash.
When the front end almost took a nose dive midair, he’d tap the back brake and even the bike out. He was a natural and knew way more than I ever did, and he was doing all this under the light of the moon. He looked so peaceful out there as the trees and time stood still, the moon lighting his way.
He had a huge grin on his face when he finally came back around to where I was sitting near the edge of the clearing wrapped in his black hoodie.
He didn’t say anything until he pulled his helmet off. “It feels good to be able to do that again.”
“How do you keep control like that and not slip off the bike or lose it midair?”
Parker shrugged, leaning against the bike as it made various noises while the engine cooled. The heat radiating from it warmed me slightly. “It takes practice,” he said, gesturing to the clearing. “The first time I ever attempted a jump I was probably six, and back then it was a huge deal. Anyways, I was at some moto and watching all these older guys going off ramp. So I decided to try it.”
“And did you land it?”
“Fuck no!” He laughed. “I thought I had it, but then when I came down on the other side, I had no idea how to land it. The bike nosedived midair and I went into the face of the jump and shattered my collarbone. It was awful.” He giggled. “But I had a pretty cool nurse that fed me chocolate pudding for a week.”
“Why?”
“Please, look at this face...” he made a pouty face “...I had her eating from the palm of my hand.”
I couldn’t help but laugh too. Watching him now, he seemed so confident I wanted to bury myself in him, wrap myself around every curve of him, but I didn’t.
His smile softened when he knew I was watching him drink from his water bottle. He seemed out of breath.
“Rough day?” I asked.
“Yeah, I spent the last six hours riding with Jack in Belfair. Probably wasn’t a good idea, but I gotta practice.”
“Oh.” I breathed. “Here I was thinking it was because of me,” I said, trying to be humorous about it.
Parker put the cap back on his water bottle and tucked it away. “That too.” He smiled. “Let’s get out of here,” he said in that gravelly, seductive voice with a glint of mischief in his eyes. He gestured for me to get on the bike.
“Okay.” I smiled. “Where do you want to go?” I asked, throwing a leg over the back of his bike after I put on his helmet. The fact that I was w
earing his helmet, a helmet he sweated in, and I wasn’t as repulsive as it should have been. Instead, it was a turn on.
“We could go to my house,” Parker said, his voice dropping a bit, his eyes getting even more hooded and soft.
I gulped, feeling my face get hot from the idea of being at Parker’s house, in his room, alone. “Okay.”
We took the trail that led from my house to his. It was one I didn’t know was there. It was a tight single track that looked well maintained. Despite the little whoops and ruts, I was able to stay on the bike but Parker was also riding safely with me on the bike. By simply shifting his body weight around on the seat and a slight twist of the throttle, he was able to control the bike through the single track trails without dumping the bike or me.
The closer we got to his house, the more the shivers set in. Being in the seclusion of the woods felt like there was no one around for miles, like there was no on around at all.
Soon, the lights of a distant A-framed home came into view. The hush of Stillwater Creek rustling in the background gave the scene a peaceful but enticing atmosphere. For some reason I looked up, and the sky was dark, spotted with millions of tiny stars, the moon high.
I didn’t pay too much attention to the house. My focus was on Parker and the fact that I would soon be in his bedroom, alone, with him.
He parked the bike in the driveway between his truck and a silver Subaru. I took off my helmet and handed it to him. He did the same and placed both helmets in the bed of his truck.
“This way,” he whispered, reaching for my hand, eagerness in his eyes when I removed the helmet and set it on the bike like he had done with his. “Come on.”
I placed my hand in Parker’s, slipping my fingers in between his and squeezing them. “Is anyone home?” I asked, feeling a little weird about going to his house. I hadn’t met anyone in his family aside from Justin, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to meet Jack and Michelle, the two people he spoke so highly of.
Parker smiled and poked his head down the hall after he unlocked the door. “We’re all alone. Justin is with Addy at the movies, and Jack took Michelle to Seabrook for the week.”