I grind my hips against his erection that’s pressed perfectly against my mound teasing my clit. “You’re driving me crazy…God I feel like I’m going to die if you don’t fuck me right now.”
I feel him laugh against my neck causing his body to shake and his large, velvety cock to press deliciously against me, making a moan of pleasure to leave my lips. I tilt my head back and wrap my legs around his waist as I relish in the feeling of him rocking his hips into me, pressing against my clit just the way I need him too.
“I love the sound you make as you chase your release.” He says into my ear with his voice deep and raspy as he grinds into me harder and drags his tongue across my ear.
“Aahhhh….” I scream out as my body tightens then quakes against Parker as I feel him move slightly adjusting the head of his dick at my entrance. With one hard thrust he slips inside of me filling me with everything he has causing more screams of ecstasy to fly from my lips.
Propping himself into his elbows he presses kisses to the inside of my left wrist before slowly tracing the arrow tattooed on my wrist with his tongue. His hips rock at a perfect rhythm pushing me towards to edge of ecstasy once again.
I get lost in his eyes as he gazes down into mine watching my face as I cling to him in desperation for another orgasm. The intensity in his deep brown eyes makes my body feel weightless as I melt into him. It’s as if our bodies are blending into one as we inch closer and closer to the earth shattering orgasm we both crave.
I lick my lips in anticipation of his kiss as I watch his mouth move closer to mine.
His left hand comes down to cup my ass tilting me slightly off of the bed as his other hand slides into my hair gently fisting it as his lips connect with mine once again.
I tilt my head as kiss him back just as fiercely and rock my hips at a quickening pace as moans and cries of pleasure vibrate against his lips.
I feel his fingers tighten in my hair and against my ass as his legs flex and his thrusts grow harder and more animalistic. He’s close and I’m ready to fly right alongside him.
I break my lips away from his and tip my head back screaming, “Oh God…Oh God…ohhhmygawd….” As an intense orgasm rocks me to my very core.
I feel him shudder against me as he has his own release filling me with his cum as I milk his cock taking every last drop he has to give.
“Fuck…” He groans out as he slows down his thrusts and buries his face in the crook of my neck.
After a few moments he pulls out of my as he presses a chaste kiss to my lips. “How about a quick shower?”
I nod my head yes and climb off if the bed following him into the small en-suite. As I look around his apartment I find myself wondering what our place will look like when we finally get a home if our own.
It’s a nice distraction thinking about the future instead of dwelling on the world’s most awkward dinner I’m about to attend.
Chapter Thirteen
Becca
My entire body is twisted up in knots as I find myself walking into the grand estate owned by Christopher Maclaren. My hands are shaking so badly as I enter the foyer after being led in by a young and beautiful brunette who I’m guessing is wife number three. Her hair is pulled back in a sleek pony tail and she’s wearing a cocktail dress with black peep toe heels and a wrist full of diamond tennis bracelets. The most eye catching thing on her though is the massive princess cut rock resting on her ring finger.
How the hell is she able to hold her hand up all day?
I’d be tilted sideways dragging my knuckles on the ground like a freaking gorilla if I was hauling that kind of ice around. I’d also be scared to go out in public for the sheer fact that some crazy ass person would jump me to steal the damn rock off of my finger to pawn. It has to be worth twenty times what I make working at Starbucks back in Athens!
“You must be Becca! I’m Clarissa, Parker’s step mother. It’s so nice to finally meet you. Parker has gone on and on about you for months now. I’m so glad you were able to come for a visit even if it’s a short one.” Sticking her hand out, she flashes me a genuine smile as I take her hand and shake it slightly.
“It’s nice to meet you, too. It was an unexpected trip, but I’m thrilled to be here nonetheless. I’m excited to finally meet everyone.”
Parker brings his hand to rest at the small of my back as we follow the new Mrs. Maclaren into the family room that’s to the left of the foyer. All of the furniture looks to be antique, dated around the Colonial Era, with the décor just the same as expensive looking rugs adorn the hardwood floors and art work embellish the walls.
Not long after we’re seated and offered something to drink, Christopher enters the room. I know immediately that it’s him because he’s the spitting image of Parker, only he is a little more built and has specks of silver along his temples. He’s clean shaven with his hair combed to the side in a President Kennedy style cut. He looks handsome, but his face looks serious. I doubt the man spends much time smiling in his line of work. That is unless he’s out on the golf course smoking fancy cigars and sipping scotch with his golf buddies.
I know his type very well. My father is an attorney back home and is friends with quite a few Politicians from the Deep South. They like having an attorney in their back pocket for any little life altering situation that arises. The last thing guys like Mr. Maclaren want is a scandal getting out to the public tarnishing their perfect image.
I jump to my feet and smooth out my J. Crew pale pink cotton dress and adjust my black cardigan nervously as he approaches us. A forced smile greets us as does a stern handshake. It’s far from soft and welcoming like his wife’s. “Why, you must be Becca. It’s nice to finally meet you. As I’m sure you’re aware, I’m Parker’s father.”
A nervous smile cracks across my lips as I swallow down a lump in my throat and try to push back the wave of nausea that hits me as the stench of scotch and stale cigars rolls off of him and straight up my nose.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Maclaren.”
“Please, call me Christopher. Dinner is ready if you would all like to follow me into the dining room.” Christopher falls into step beside me as we make our way through the house that is more like a crazy ass maze. “Parker tells me you attend the University of Georgia. That’s a very nice school. What’s your major again?”
I glance up at him before turning my focus back to the back of his wife’s head. “I’m majoring in American History with a minor in Art.”
“Very interesting major,” is all he says before turning to Parker and asking him about his upcoming graduation and discussing plans for a party to celebrate not only him graduating college but also enlisting into the Air Force.
I can’t help but feel as if his father doesn’t see me as being good enough for his son. I’m on the Dean’s list and looking to graduate at the top of my class alongside Ashlynn if the next two years go as well as these last two.
Moments later we’re being seated around the table. I’ve done well to hide my hand from everyone so far as I wait for Parker to give me the okay to reveal one of our surprises. I’m now a hundred times more nervous to tell his father, because I can tell by his body language and his tone that he thinks Parker can do better.
Med school or law school better by the way he looked when I told him I was a History major.
The beginning of dinner runs smoothly as we’re served a small salad and a glass of water. We’re offered wine by his father’s personal chef who’s cooking for us tonight. I try to tell them I’m only twenty and shouldn’t drink but that didn’t go over well. So now I’m sitting her thirsty as all hell and pretending to sip wine to try and hide the fact that I’m pregnant until we at least get through our main course.
As the smell of red meat engulfs the room I feel my stomach flip flop and a cold sweat to break out across my body.
The chef with a look of pride on his face sets down the plate filled with prime rib, twice baked potato and asparagus.
Since discovering that I’m pregnant red meat and me are no longer friends. Chicken I can handle but steak…nope. Not unless I want to barf my brains out after the first bite.
The sound of Christopher’s voice saying my name snaps me out of my daze. I glance up at him as I fight the urge to get sick. “Sorry. What was that?” I ask as I smile at him down the table.
He lets out a light chuckle, “You looked to be lost in thought just now. I said I hope you’re not a vegetarian and Parker here failed to mention it to us.”
I give him a questionable look before turning my attention to Parker. “No I’m not a vegetarian. Why do you ask?”
“Well, my dear. You are leaking a little peaked around the ears since Ricardo set your plate down in front of you. Are you ill?”
I bring my hand to my mouth as another wave of nausea hits me. By the look on everyone’s faces it dawns on me that I just covered my mouth with my left hand.
“Is that what I think it is, Parker?” his father snaps at him as he pushes away from the table and tosses his napkin beside his plate. At the same time I jump to my feet and look to Clarissa with panic in my eyes as I watch Parker unfold from his chair and begin speaking to his father.
I don’t hear a word he says because Clarissa is by my side in record time and leading me down the hall to a bathroom. I give her a look of appreciation as I disappear inside just in time before my salad and everything I ate for lunch earlier today comes up.
I kneel on the floor resting my head in my hands until the feeling of nausea subsides. After a few moments I climb to my feet and walk over to the sink to rinse my mouth.
Resting my hands against the porcelain sink I stare at my reflection in the mirror and attempt to smooth my now wild hair.
A light knock at the door startles me and makes me practically jump out of my skin. “Becca, it’s Clarissa. Are you alright?”
With shaky legs I walk back over to the door and pull it open and find her standing in the hallway with a worried look on her face. “How far along are you?” she asks bluntly as she takes in my pale face as I pull the bathroom door closed behind me and sag against it.
“Almost six weeks now.” I can’t bring myself to look at her. Since the moment I stepped into this house I’ve felt nothing but ashamed for who I am, and after the way his father reacted over seeing my engagement ring even though we’ve been together for almost nine months now I know he doesn’t approve of Parker being with me.
“Mmhm. Well, I’m guessing by the diamond on your ring finger that the baby is Parker’s and he’s stepping up to do the right thing.”
What the fuck kind of statement is that?
Straightening my back I square my shoulders and bring my hands to rest on my hips. “Of course the baby is his. He’s the only man I’ve been with since we met last July. As for my engagement ring, we’ve discussed marriage a few times when talking about our future, but since I’m pregnant and he’s now going into the Air Force instead of taking the internship in D.C. we think it’s best to get married now.”
She nods slowly as she listens to everything I’m saying. “With him in the military it will be easier for you to go with him if you’re married. As long as he’s happy I have nothing to say. I’m not his mother so it’s not my place to say whether I agree or disagree. But I can tell he loves you. As do you him. I imagine you’re probably scared, but Christopher will make sure you guys have everything you need. It’ll take some time to let the fact that his son is going to be a father to sink in, but he’ll come around.”
I’m trying to believe that. But the way he looked at me and my engagement ring I don’t think it’s going to be that easy.
We walk back towards the dining room in silence. As we get closer you can hear the raised voices of Parker and his father arguing back and forth over the now cold dinner.
I freeze in the door way as Christopher’s words hit me like a bolder, smashing me square in the chest. “You will not marry this woman and you will definitely not claim this child as yours. She lives in Georgia for Christ sake! How the hell do you know she wasn’t whoring herself out. You’re up here and she’s there, all you have is her word. I know girls like her. They meet a guy and learn he comes from money and suddenly they see dollar signs. A baby is rather convenient and to happen supposedly the one and only time you flew to Georgia to see her,” he states in an inquisitive voice.
Parker’s veins are practically bursting out of his neck and his hands are squeezing the back of his chair with such force I wouldn’t be surprised if it broke beneath his fingers.
“How dare you! You don’t know her like I do. Becca isn’t like that! If anyone should be worried about gold digging whores it’d be you. What are we at now? Wife number three? Each marriage since you split with mom has fallen apart within year because every single one of them marry you because of the money. You’re fucking crazy if you think any of them actually love you. You’re the most miserable person I’ve ever met in my life and you’re not happy unless everyone else is miserable right along with you. As for your money, I don’t want it. Not if you are going to stand here and spew this shit about the girl I love and the girl carrying your fucking grandchild.”
My body is frozen in place as the shock of what just unfolded sinks in. Parker turns his back to his father ignoring his ranting and storms his way towards me. Grabbing my hand he tugs on it, “Come on, Becca. We’re out of here.”
I stumble behind Parker as I try to force my legs to work. My head is reeling and my heart is aching as I replay this disaster of tonight through my mind. Within seconds we’re climbing into Parker’s BMW and burning the tires off as we shoot down the long driveway leaving his father’s house in the smoke and dust behind us.
“I’m sorry you had to hear all that,” Parker says in between deep breaths as he tries to calm himself down.
I wipe the tears that are falling down my face and mumble, “Don’t worry about it. A part of me knew this was going to happen. Can you take me to your house to get my luggage? I think I’m going to fly home tonight on the earliest flight available. We need some time to let the smoke settle. If you’re okay with it can you tell your mother yourself tomorrow? I think I’m going to wait to tell my parents until after things with your parents are better. Then you can fly down to Georgia and tell them with me.”
Taking my hand in his he gives it a squeeze before bringing it up to his lips. He brushes a soft kiss to the back of my hand before bringing our entwined fingers to rest on my thigh. “Anything you want. I wish you would stay until tomorrow but I understand if you want to go home. I knew he’d be angry and shocked. But I never imagined that he would say those things about you. I want you to know, Becca, I don’t doubt for a single moment that this baby isn’t mine.”
A sob escapes my lips as I use the sleeve of my sweater to wipe away the tears that keep falling from my eyes. “I love you, Parker. I would never in a million years cheat on you. Hundred miles away or a world away. You own my heart. As long as you believe that—I don’t give a flying fuck what your father thinks.”
We drive the remainder of the trip in silence with the music on low. After stopping at his apartment and grabbing my luggage we head to the airport where I luckily get an empty seat on a flight leaving in forty minutes.
I check my luggage and then prepare myself to tell Parker goodbye before heading up to security.
We stand holding each other for a few moments as I cry softly into his chest. “I’m sorry, Parker. I hate that I’m leaving you. Promise me you’ll come see me as soon as you can?” I ask tilting my head up at him.
Using the pad of his thumb he brushes the tears from my cheeks before pressing a soft, sweet kiss to my lips.
Pulling away he smiles down at me through his own tear filled eyes. He blinks them away refusing to let me see him sad and vulnerable. He’s going to be a great soldier. He’s already strong, supportive and willing to put himself out on the line for those he cares about.
“I’l
l be down as soon as I can, baby. Nothing is going to keep me away from you.” He gives me one more kiss before releasing me.
“Bye, Parker.” I blow him a kiss as I walk away and try to will my tears to stop.
I can feel eyes on us he shouts back, “I love you, Becca.”
With each step I take towards my terminal I can’t help but feel as if I’m making a mistake leaving. I should stay by his side and show his father that his harsh words won’t scare me away. But I’m not strong enough right now.
Blame it on the hormones.
Blame it on my fears and insecurities.
Blame it on anything you want, but none of those reasons will make my decision to leave and go back home any easier.
The End For Now!
Someone Exactly Like You
A Billionaire in Disguise Book 4
Terri Marie
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Someone Exactly Like You
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