Sweet on Wilde

by Fabiola Francisco

  I hear the door chime and I look up. “Oh my god!” I run towards the door almost tackling the recipient of my excitement. “You’re here!” I hug Emily tightly before taking a step back.

  “Yes!” She laughs and hugs me again. “I thought I’d surprise you. I took today off to come in a day early.” I stare at my best friend, smiling widely. A guy walks in behind her who I assume is Wes from the pictures I’ve seen.

  “This is Wes,” Em introduces us.

  “Hey, Savannah. It’s nice to meet you,” the tall man says, his fit body relaxed, and his brown hair cut short.

  “It’s nice to meet you, too.” I shake Wes’ hand and wink at Emily. She did well. Emily laughs and walks further into the bakery.

  “I’m so freaking happy you guys are here! Do you want coffee?”

  “Yes,” Emily responds. “Do you have any scones left?” She peeks towards the counter.

  “I do. I’ll bring two.” I walk back around the front and hand them their coffee and scones, placing them down on the table where they chose to sit.

  “Here you go.” I feel a presence next to me and turn to catch Parker’s eyes.

  “Hey, you must be Emily, the genius behind Savannah’s online dating adventure.”

  “I am. You must be Parker. It’s nice to meet you.” They shake hands and I introduce Parker to Wes.

  “Sorry, I got excited.”

  “I noticed. I think everyone here noticed.” He chuckles and takes a seat with Emily and Wes. “I gave you a few minutes before I came over.”

  I smile down at him and say, “I gotta get back to work. You’re okay here?”

  “Yes. I should probably thank Emily for indirectly introducing us,” he winks and smiles that heart-stopping smile.

  I hear Beth call out, “Sav, why don’t you relax for a bit with Emily and we’ll cover the bakery.” I nod and take a seat.

  “How was the drive? How’s work? I’ve missed you so much!” I know I’m on full speed but I don’t care. Amused, Emily laughs and shakes her head.

  She drinks her coffee and takes a bite out of the scone. “These are amazing. New recipe?”

  “Yeah, I added an orangey twist to the recipe.”

  “They’re awesome. Drive was good. We made great time.” Wes clears his throat. “Okay, Wes made great time, while I slept most of the way.”

  “That’s more like it,” Wes says, smiling over at her. I take a moment to look at them as a couple. They complement each other. Emily’s green eyes shine brighter as she looks over at Wes lovingly.

  Wes interrupts my thoughts when he says, “You’re Parker Wilde, right?” It’s like he’s confirming who Parker is and I suddenly get nervous. Do they know each other? Is this the breaking point?

  “Yeah,” Parker responds looking confused.

  “You played baseball.” It’s a statement not a question.

  Parker smiles and confirms Wes’ observation.

  “That’s so awesome! I used to watch you play all the time. I’m a big fan. Sorry about the shoulder.”

  “Cool. It’s all right. Everything happens for a reason.” Parker looks my way as he says that.

  “That’s true. You’re coaching here now, right?”

  “Yeah. I’m an assistant coach at the university.”

  Parker and Wes dive into a conversation about sports and teams as Emily and I catch up. She gives me the approving nod for Parker and I return it for Wes.

  After an hour of conversation, we make plans to have dinner tonight. “I’m going to mom and dad’s now. I didn’t tell them we were coming earlier and I’m sure they’ll be as surprised as you were. We’ll get settled in, maybe take a nap, and then I’ll call you for dinner.”

  “Sounds good,” I hug Emily and say goodbye to Wes.

  “I gotta go to practice. I’ll call you later. Let me know dinner plans. If Wes is going, I’m going. You can have girls’ time another day. I’ve missed you these past two days.”

  “You’ve seen me every day.”

  “But I haven’t been alone with you. Seeing you work isn’t the same. It just gets my thoughts rolling and craving you even more.”

  I sigh deeply to control myself. The last thing I need is to have an audience as I attack Parker.

  “I missed spending time with you, too.” I lean in and kiss him softly. “I’ll call you later.”

  “Bye,” he murmurs against my lips and leaves the bakery.

  Feeling like a young schoolgirl, I hold in my squealing to not draw more attention than is already on me. I walk back into the kitchen, smiling widely, and thanking the heavens for allowing me to meet such a perfect guy.

  I’m finishing putting on my jewelry when I hear a knock on my door. Walking happily to my door, I open up for Parker.

  “Hi,” I smile at him. “Come in. I’m just finishing up.”

  “You look perfect to me.”

  I look down at my feet. “I may need shoes though, but thanks.” He grabs hold of my face and pulls me in for a kiss before I walk into my room to put on a pair of black high heel booties and grab my purse. I look into the mirror one last time and straighten out my long sleeve dress, making sure my outfit is complete. My dainty arrow necklace sits right above the round collar of my dress.

  I walk into my living room and Parker stands, eyeing me. “You look amazing.” He gives me another kiss, my heels bringing me a little closer to his tall frame.

  “So do you,” I run my fingers through his hair and smile. He reaches out for my hand and his muscles flex under the long sleeve shirt that matches the color of his eyes. His jeans fit him flawlessly, giving me the perfect visual of what I know is underneath. We haven’t slept together again since that first time, but I’m hoping that changes tonight.

  “Let’s go before I cancel our dinner plans and lock you up in your room.” Giving him a suggestive glance, he adds, “No. Emily is only in town for a few days and you’ll hate me later if we don’t make it to dinner.” Happy to know he feels the same as I do, I agree and we drive over to the restaurant.

  We walk in and are seated at a table reserved for us as we wait for Emily and Wes to arrive. A few minutes later, they walk in and join us. I hadn’t seen Emily in a few months, so I can’t stop smiling at having her here for the weekend. We order drinks, the guys beer, Emily and I wine, as we talk around the table. Em is getting to know Parker better, getting her feel for him. Trying to ignore her inquisition, I turn to Wes and talk to him.

  “What do you think about Tuscaloosa so far? Is it the first time you visited?”

  “It is actually. It’s pretty great. Much smaller than Atlanta is, but I like the feel. Loved your bakery by the way.”

  “Thanks! Yeah, Tuscaloosa is great. How’s work?”

  Wes tells me about his job as an engineer and what he’s been working on lately. Every once in a while I notice him glance over at Emily in adoration and I smile. He’s obviously really taken with her. I know what she feels for him, so it is nice to witness that he feels the same. He is a great guy and perfect for her.

  I tell him about my bakery and how I got started. He nods, and I have a feeling Em has told him all about this before.

  “I was just telling Emily that we had thought about going to Southern tomorrow,” Parker says, and I refocus on him. He’s so comfortable sitting here talking to my best friend, his hand placed on my knee. He squeezes it as his eyes catch mine and I smile.

  “Yeah. We had thought about going for a few drinks tomorrow and you can see Jake. Wes can meet him and we can all hang out. I told Beth also.”

  “That sounds great! I want to show Wes around all the places I grew up going to and Southern is definitely one of those places.” Emily smiles at Wes and she looks really happy. Good. I’m glad that my best friend has built a life in Atlanta despite those first two months being kind of lonely for her. She’s almost a Georgian…almost. I wouldn’t let her lose her Alabama roots that easily. Ironically, we’re both dating Georgia boys except mine li
ves here, which is great because I don’t think I’d be able to leave my hometown like Emily did. There’s too much of me here.

  After eating and enjoying time with my best friend, I begin to get sleepy. Thinking of the time my alarm clock will go off in the morning, I tell Emily I’ll see her the next day. We pay our bill and make to leave.

  Holding Parker’s hand, I close my eyes and take in a deep breath of fresh air. I love fall and feeling the crisp air around me. I open my eyes and look at Parker. “Thank you for tonight.” I give him a kiss on his cheek and he wraps his arm around my shoulder.

  “I don’t know why you’re thanking me, but you’re welcome.”

  “For being so amazing. For spending time with my best friend and not complaining.”

  “I would never complain. As long as I get to be with you, I’m happy wherever we are.” My heart melts upon hearing his words and I lay my head on his shoulder as we make it to his truck. He opens the door for me and I climb in.

  The drive back is peaceful and I’m content with how my life is at the moment. When Parker, parks in my driveway, I turn to look at him. “Are you going to come in?”

  “Seducing me again. How can I say no?”

  I roll my eyes and Parker pulls my arm firmly, lifting me and turning me so I’m straddling him. The movement was so swift it took me a moment to realize what he was doing. His mouth crushes over mine, his tongue desperately seeking mine. Once they meet, he groans and relaxes moving my mouth with his, and I’m reminded of our kiss at the drive-in. Moaning at the memory and having him under me, I bring my body even closer to his, crushing my chest to his, and holding the back of his head firmly to mine.

  I move my lips down to his jaw, kissing the stubble-covered skin, down to his throat and to his neck, kissing him passionately. His hands cup my ass and squeeze.

  “Savannah.” I ignore Parker’s voice. I continue to kiss his neck and gently scrape my teeth over the sensitive skin. Groaning, Parker calls my name again. I move my lips back slowly, deliberately, to his lips and hover right over them.

  “Yes?” I smile wickedly.

  “I know you like the cowgirl position, but can we do this inside? I’m not sure how long I’ll last with you kissing me like you are and moving your body over mine.”

  I laugh and give him a peck before sitting up, still on his lap. “You’re the one that put me in this position.”

  “It apparently backfired on me, or not. We’ll resume this inside.”

  “Good,” I move off him and he opens the door to climb down from his truck, holding his hand out for me to follow him.

  As we enter my house, Parker’s hands are roaming up and down my body, giving me chills. His lips meet my neck and he kisses me from behind, just like he did at the bakery that got me so hot and bothered.

  I turn in his arms, wrap my arms around his neck, and take his lips in mine. I kiss him with fire and passion, putting all of my emotions into this kiss, letting him know exactly what I want and how I feel without using words. As if taking my cue, Parker reaches behind me and picks me up, carrying me to my room. He sits on my bed with me still on him to keep us in the same position we were in his truck. Our lips melt together; my fingers work to undo the buttons on his shirt, wanting to feel his skin against my hands.

  As I remove the last button, I reach my hands up the sides of his body to his shoulders, and take off his shirt. My tongue tastes every part of his mouth, dancing with his, and Parker’s hands grab my thighs, moving up my legs, taking my dress with them. His hands reach around behind me and hold my bare ass firmly. I moan at the feel of his calloused hands on me, his fingers reaching to tease my core over my thong. The light brush of a finger over my clit makes me moan. Breaking away from our kiss, I catch my breath as I look down into his eyes.

  We stare at each other in silence, our chests rising and falling due to the attack our mouths just encountered. Parker moves a hand inside my underwear and flicks my clit again. Closing my eyes, I arch my body into his hand wanting to feel more of his touch. I hear a faint chuckle and open my eyes to look at him.

  “You’re mean.”

  “You’re wet.”

  “I know, and you’re hard.”

  “That’s what you do to me.” His finger rubs over my clit again, this time with more pressure. My breathing gets heavier, my wetness spreading over his hand and my underwear as he continues to stroke me. Getting into a rhythm I am enjoying, he stops abruptly and my eyes snap open. Parker removes his hand, lifting my dress over my head and tossing it on the floor.

  “I want you naked.” After my dress is on the floor, he unsnaps my bra, exposing my breasts to him. His fingers reach for my nipples, each one pinching and pulling them until they are peaks. His lips suck and lick my neck, intensifying the sensation, and burning me with hot desire.

  “Mmm...” I moan into Parker’s ear and he growls. “I want you naked, too,” I whisper in his ear. I reach for his jeans, undoing them, and try to pull them off. Parker lifts his hips to help remove them, and I lift my body off his for a moment so he can fully take them off. Taking advantage of my lifted position, his hands reach for my underwear and remove them, now completely naked and ready for him.

  I feel his hardness under his boxer briefs and I teasingly rub over him, laughing softly at his reaction. “You’re going to kill me.”

  “No. I’m going to please you.” I kiss him with fervor, pleading for more. His hand returns to my clit and rubs with more determination, bringing me to the brink and back down, tantalizing me with his fingers. Almost panting and on the verge of orgasm, I grind my hips into his fingers and move over him with purpose. I need more or I’m going to explode out of frustration.

  I try to remove his boxer briefs, but his weight prevents me from doing so. After a few seconds, Parker finally gives me what I want. He removes his boxers and grabs a condom. Rolling it over his length, I admire his self-control. He is rock hard and only focused on pleasing me. I kiss him more gently now, taking my time to taste him and move with his lips.

  I lift my hips and move over him, his cock filling me, and I begin to rock over his hardness. Lifting and lowering my body with a steady rhythm, I take control and allow our bodies to meet at our center, connecting us and pleasing us. Parker’s hands move to my breasts, kneading and squeezing each one, teasing my nipples as our lips continue to move. Feeling completely content and burning from the fire building in my core, I moan into his lips.

  Parker moves his hands to my hips, moving me over him faster, creating greater friction. My body begins to prickle all around, goose bumps over my skin, and chills running down my spine. Our sweaty bodies igniting each other, the fire that was building in my core has spread throughout my entire body, preparing me to free fall as pleasure spikes. Breaking away from his lips, I let out a loud moan, calling out his name, my muscles contracting around his length, squeezing him.

  Parker’s voice comes out hoarse as he calls out my name, groaning, and moves me faster over him. I ride the waves of my orgasm as we continue to move, the movements drawing out my pleasure. With a few more thrusts, Parker stills, releasing himself, his orgasm washing over him with a loud grunt.

  We finally catch our breath, between soft kisses and pecks. “You’re incredible,” Parker says against my lips, his tongue brushing over my lower lip. “Beautiful.” He kisses me again. “Gorgeous.” Another peck. “Mine.” His tongue sweeps inside my mouth briefly and my thoughts spin around in my mind.

  His.

  I like how that sounds. I hold on to him, hugging him, and rest my head on his shoulder.

  After a moment, I lift off him and Parker goes to the bathroom to discard the condom. Needing a shower to relax from my orgasm and cool down my body, I ask Parker if he wants to join me. His raised eyebrow makes me giggle. “Just to shower, I’m hot and sweaty.”

  “Yeah, you are,” he teases.

  “Are you coming?” I sashay into the bathroom and turn on the water. I’m going to be exhaus
ted tomorrow, but it will be worth it. I’ll take a nap before heading out to Southern. I climb into my bathtub to shower and Parker joins me a few seconds later. We keep our hands off each other as much as possible, washing our bodies and throwing teasing glances to each other. I kiss Parker when we’re done and turn off the water. This is such an intimate moment, showering together without having sex, and I almost feel shy about it.

  I grab my towel and hand him one from the linen closet in the bathroom to dry off. I’m drying my hair with my towel and brushing it in my room when Parker wraps his arms around me. He kisses my shoulder and stands, taking the brush away from me and leads me to my bed. I lay down next to him, cuddling into his side with his arms wrapped tightly around me, holding me close to him.

  I drive down the road away from the bakery, heading south towards my grandmother’s house. I haven’t seen her in a few weeks and I miss our talks. She’s the only real family I have left, and between the bakery and spending my free time with Parker, I’ve neglected our time together. I have yet to tell her about Parker, and although we’ve spoken briefly on the phone, I want to tell her in person.

  Ten minutes later I’m pulling into her driveway, taking a deep breath and smiling at the comfort her home brings. This is the home that I grew up in, the home that she and grandpa raised me in. This is the same home where I feel connected to my mom because it was her childhood home.

  Opening the door, I smile at grandma sitting on her rocking chair with her coffee and watching some TV show I could never get into.

  “Hey, grandma,” I bend down to kiss her forehead.

  “Hi, baby. What brings you around here? I’ve missed you.”

  “I know. I’ve been busy.” The smile that invades my face and the slight blush I feel creep over my cheeks gives me away.

  “Oh…” she raises an eyebrow and her brown eyes twinkle.

  “Yeah.” I sit on the sofa next to her rocking chair.

  “Any particular reason you’ve been so busy you haven’t had a chance to stop by?” Her teasing makes me laugh.