by Rose Briner
“Am I not special enough to call you what everyone else calls you, Parker?” she asks me softly. I can see the hurt in her eyes.
“It is because you are special to me that I want you to call me Parker, only you can call me that. You, Drag, and Dorothy. No one else,” I tell her as I fight the urge to reach for her and pull her the rest of the way towards me.
“Okay,” her reply is barely audible as her heart beat accelerates. I can feel it though the heat of her body; she’s on fire and if she turns me down right now, I might explode in my shorts. I want this girl so bad. I want to make her mine; I want to brand her. Own her.
I blink at that thought, why do I want to own her? Why the fuck do I want to brand her?
I don’t have time to worry about it as she sits up and moves her hand around my body and reaches for my ponytail. Why is she touching my ponytail when she has my entire body at her disposal? As she pulls out the band holding it together, I realize she wants to take this at her pace; she intends to cherish this moment. There’s no need to rush this and I can’t because, in any event, she has yet to tell me that she wants me.
I prop myself up so I can shake out my hair and watch her eyes widen and darken as she watches my brown locks fall around my face. My hair is nowhere near as long as hers, only falling to my shoulders, but her eyes say what her mouth isn’t, she loves it.
“May I?” she asks.
“Parker,” I practically growl at her. I love it when she says my name. It’s like this drug that hits me straight in the heart when she says it.
“May I, Parker?” she asks timidly.
I nod my head not trusting my voice to give her a straight response. She sits all the way up so she is on her knees and reaches both hands forward to run them through my hair and I can’t help but throw my head back and groan in pleasure. I never thought having someone run their fingers through my hair could be so erotic, until now. I never let women touch my hair; she’s the first.
Chapter Eleven
Natalie
I can’t believe he’s letting me run my fingers through his hair. If you had asked me a week ago if I thought this would ever happen, I would’ve said there was no fucking way in hell this would. Yet here I am running my hands through hair that just a few days ago, I was dying to put my fingers in. His hair is so soft and when he throws his hair back and groans, every single part of my body ignites on fire.
My flames are quickly dashed when he grabs my wrists and pulls my hands out of his hair.
“I’m sorry Parker, did I do something wrong?” I ask as he continues to hold both my wrists in his left hand. I watch out of the corner of my eye as his right-hand clenches and unclenches like he’s trying not to hurt me right now.
I watch curiously as he squeezes his eyes shut and counts silently to three before opening his eyes and focusing his bright blue eyes on mine. I search his eyes for some sign of displeasure but surprisingly I find none. His eyes change to a dark set blue as his eyes continue to search mine. He abruptly drops my wrists and reaches his right hand around my back and unties my braid and shakes my hair with both hands trying to undo it.
“Allow me,” I offer as I sit further up and reach around my back to undo what took me half an hour to do. Doesn’t seem so important now as I watch him lick his lips. I close my eyes as I reach both hands back and fluff my hair out around me before putting my hands back down on my thighs.
“Open your eyes, Natalie,” he commands softly.
I do so and focus all my energy on him as he reaches both hands around me and runs his hands softly through my hair and softly massages my scalp. I moan louder than I intend and he quickly pulls his hands away. I bite my lip in embarrassment.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he says, quickly pulling away from me.
No fucking way is he going to stop now.
I copy him and grab his wrists with both my hands, allowing our hands to touch for the first time as I move my grasp from his wrists to his hands as I entwine our fingers.
I bring my body within inches of his, and our faces are right in front of each other as I pull his hands back behind my head, bringing my hands up with his as I bring his fingers back into my hair.
“Fucking do it,” I order him, surprising I think the both of us. I don’t know where this confidence has come from suddenly.
I release his hands as they fall into my hair and I find my arms wrapping themselves around his neck as he yanks my hair lightly before using his hands to force my head forward, so I’m obliged to look back at him. My eyes have since closed, and my head is thrown back as pleasure shoots through my body. My eyes open once more when I feel his eyes burning into my face.
He stops suddenly right before our lips touch.
He uses his hold to prevent me from closing the gap between us.
“Please tell me I can kiss you, Natalie. I’ve wanted to kiss you since the first moment I laid eyes on you coming down the street wearing our colors,” he growls as he continues to hold my face away from his.
“Parker,” I whisper, my eyes involuntarily shutting once more as his fingers dig into my scalp. He’s fighting hard for control; I can feel it when my eyes reopen and focus on his.
“Natalie,” the way he says my name is like he’s begging me to allow him to do it. Like he’ll die if our lips don’t touch.
“You testing the waters to see if you want more from me, Parker? You think I don’t want this, don’t you? You think I haven’t dreamed about you bending me over backward and fucking the shit out of me? God, I don’t know why I want you to, Parker. But if you don’t fuck me soon, I’ll be forced to use this,” I hold up my left hand for him to see, “to pleasure myself. I want you so bad, and I don’t know why, but I want this Parker, please. I need this with you.”
I hate how vulnerable I feel right now; I’m putting my future in his hands, and if he turns me down right now, I might never recover. I’m used to men using me, fucking me and throwing me to the side as they move onto the next bed. But for some reason as I stare back at Parker, I don’t think that’s what he’s going to do. I really hope not.
“Thank God,” he mutters as he pulls me up so I’m straddling his lap and he maneuvers himself, so his back is up against the headboard.
“Finally,” he whispers softly. I go to ask him what he means, but my words are swallowed up as his tongue comes out to lick the seam of my lips. “Open yourself to me, Nat, let me in,” he whispers as he lightly kisses my lips several times until I finally open my mouth and allow his tongue to meet mine for the first time.
I push myself further into him as he deepens the kiss and our tongues dance in unison while his hands run all over my body until they reach my ass and he’s pushing his dick into the fabric of my shorts. I moan into his mouth as he repeatedly pushes himself into me, dry fucking me through our clothing.
“Please Park, fuck me,” I beg as I pull off my shirt and reveal my purple bra to him for the first time.
He abruptly drops his hands from my ass and reaches up to unlatch the back of my bra, allowing it to fall to my stomach. He stares at my tits for a while, so I take the chance and throw my bra across the room.
I turn my head to see which direction it went, but my head falls back as he uses his tongue to circle my right areola before sucking my tit into his mouth.
“Oh my God,” I moan in pleasure as he brings his other hand up and grabs both my tits in his hands as he looks up at me. I look down and see him watching me, desire filling his eyes.
“You like that, my sweet girl?” he asks. Something about the way he says it, makes me want him right this second. Something in the back of my mind thinks he says this to every girl. I ignore the feeling and fight to focus on Parker.
I ignore his question as I reach for his shirt and pull it over his head forcing his hands to move away from my body. He reaches for me again, but I quickly pull away from him and stand from the bed. He sits back and stares up at me in confusion as I pull dow
n my shorts and then my thong at the same time and stand before him completely naked for the first time.
He blinks up at my face before allowing his gaze to travel the length of my body as he takes in every inch of my body. I cross my arms over my chest and stare down at him.
“Are you planning to attend an art show today or do you plan to fuck me at some point, Parker?” I ask him in a teasing tone as he continually licks his lips.
I sit back on the opposite bed as he makes quick work of removing his shorts. Commando, sexy.
He offers me a hand to help me stand before he wraps his arms around my waist and turns me around completely, so my back is flush against his front.
“You clean?” he asks as his hands travel the length of my body.
I gulp down the lump in my throat. Now isn’t the time to inform him that I can’t have kids. I get tested monthly so I know I’m completely clean. He’s ruining the moment, so I simply nod my head in response.
“I’m clean too. I want to make this more romantic, but I need to feel inside of you, Nat. Forgive me?” he asks as he pushes me forward, so only my hands are on the bed, as he kicks my legs apart and slowly pushes himself inside of me until he’s completely inside of me. He doesn’t move at all after that; I guess he expects a response out of me at this moment or something.
“Do it,” I beg as I squeeze my inner muscles around his cock. He feels wonderful inside of me.
He places his hands on my hips and squeezes them as he smacks my ass and pulls out before slamming all the way in.
“Fuck,” I moan as he does it over and over again. “Harder,” I beg when he doesn’t move again after a few times.
Screw it; he thinks I’m some delicate flower, or something doesn’t he? Let’s show him who is boss. I quickly pull away from him and giggle as he reaches for me, and when I get away, he growls.
I walk around him when he finally stops trying to chase me and run a finger down his body before I push him down on the bed and climb his body until I am straddling him and sink myself down onto his hard cock.
“Oh God, Parker,” I moan as I move myself up and down his length slowly at first and then faster. I half expect him just to lie there and do nothing since I’m content with doing all the work, but he has other plans as he adjusts himself so he can sit up and push into me from below.
The change in angle is enough to send me flying off the edge as he fucks me as hard and as fast as he can.
“Fuck, Parker, your dick feels so good,” I moan as I grab onto his shoulders and cum violently around his cock.
“Natalie,” he moans as his cock throbs and empties inside of me.
He pushes a few more time lazily, allowing his cock to soften inside of me and causing my body to shake with aftershocks as he continues to pump into me.
He finally stops, and instead of pushing me away from him, he stays inside of me and bestows lazy kisses on my lips as he smiles around the kisses.
He pushes some of my hair out of my face as he holds my face steady so he can search my eyes. He shakes his head like he’s trying to figure something out, but gives up as I smile back at him.
“That’s the smile I’ve been searching for,” he states vaguely.
I tilt my head to the side as I search his eyes for answers, “What do you mean?”
“I saw you smile like that once, long ago in Maple Valley. I vowed I would see that smile again, and now I’m starting the see the light fill your eyes once more.”
I don’t know what to say to that, so I just pull him close and hug him. What else can I do? I’m scared how quickly I’m becoming attached to this man.
I’m even more terrified that soon he’ll throw me away like everyone else has.
Chapter Twelve
Parker
Confusion and satisfaction flood through me at the same time as she throws her arms around me and hugs me close to her. I’m sure she meant it as a sweet gesture, but my cock has different plans. Usually having a girl once is enough for my pecker, but he seems to want more of this vixen that he’s currently inside of.
I groan as she adjusts herself around my growing cock. She smiles up at me knowingly, “I see someone wants more.”
“I’m sorry,” I apologize for some unknown reason. Maybe because she didn’t come here to get ravaged to death by my dick.
“Don’t be, Parker, I haven’t had enough of you anyway,” she smiles up at me coyly, so I flip us over, so she’s underneath me. I try to do it gently but fail miserably. If I hurt her, though, she doesn’t complain.
I lift her right leg up over my shoulder as she wraps her left leg around my hip. My cock isn’t all the way hard yet, so I push into her slowly, taking my time as I build up the tension between us. She reaches her hands up and massages her breasts as her eyes burn into mine as I stare back down at her.
“Yes, more,” she begs as I adjust myself and grab both her legs so they are against the side of my body and I can lean over the top of her.
The bed creaks against the wall rhythmically as I push into her over and over. I can feel her legs tightening around me as she prepares to cum once more.
“Parker,” she wails as she shakes beneath me.
That’s enough for me, as I feel my balls tighten and my cock explodes inside of her.
“Jesus,” I groan as I fall to the side and allow my dick to leave the warmth of her pussy as I pull her against me so I can hug her close to me.
She’s quiet for a while, lazily drawing circles around my hand as she stares off across the room. What I wouldn’t pay to get inside of her mind right now to find out what she’s thinking about.
“Parker, can I ask you something?” she asks me quietly.
“Sure,” I reply cautiously, I don’t like the tone of her voice.
“Are you married?”
I can’t help but laugh as I fall back flat against the bed. “I’m not married, I don’t have a mistress, and I’m not hiding whores in a hidden wall inside my room at the clubhouse.”
Suddenly I know why she’s asking. She isn’t crying or anything, but I know what she’s thinking right now. She thinks that I’m just going to throw her to the side like everyone else has.
“Look,” I say as I turn her to face me. She won’t look at me, so I turn her face slowly until she looks up at me, her blue eyes full of concern, “I’m not seeing anyone. I would never have started this with you if I had the intention of leaving you behind when we get to Maple Valley. I’m not sure what this is between us, but something is happening here, so let’s take it one day at a time and see where it goes. Does that sound fair?” I ask her.
She smiles up at me and nods. I can still see the doubt in her eyes, but she’s trying incredibly hard right now.
“I’m not sure what’s happened between us, Parker, but I’ve never felt this way before. Ever.”
She doesn’t say anything else as she stands from the bed and heads off towards the bathroom. I hear the water turn on in the shower, so I wait for a few minutes to give her some time before I stand and head into the bathroom behind her.
I find her inside with her back to me; her hands braced against the wall as the water cascades down her wound filled back. I can’t help it as my feet involuntarily move to her. I’m drawn to her like she’s some magnet that I’ve been missing this entire time. My body and heart know she’s my other half, even as I try to fight these feelings growing inside of me.
Her shoulders are shaking when I reach her; she’s crying.
“Come here,” I order as I turn her to face me and hold her close. She sniffles a few times before she tightens her grip around me. “What’s wrong?” I ask her when she grows quiet.
“I’m scared, Parker,” she admits as she looks up at me, her eyes red from crying. “What if he finds me?”
“Nat, we’ll take care of him, you don’t worry about that. You belong to me, and I protect what’s mine.”
Her eyes fly up to meet mine, and I don’t know who is more sh
ocked her or myself. I have no idea why I just said that but it feels right, and I don’t regret saying it. I don’t think she minds it either as her eyes search mine before she stands on her tiptoes and kisses me lightly on the lips.
I stand stock still as the water causes steam to fill the air around us as she explores all the ink on my body. I have a tribal design on my left peck and ends at the top of my arm, then continues as flowers that I still haven’t finished. She slowly traces with her fingers before she moves to the other arm and touches the skulls slowly before she looks down at her arm and then up at my face. I can’t help but smile down at her when I see the happiness in her eyes. She walks around me so she’s behind me and I shiver when I feel her fingers run across my Martinez tattoo and down to the club logo that’s tattooed on my back. I’m shocked more than anything when she kisses the logo, a sign of respect and understanding. I don’t know how she knows that, but when she does it, suddenly I realize this girl belongs here with us. She runs her finger along the length of the dragon, which ends right above my ass before she allows her fingers to grab my ass cheek.
It feels terrific, but I need to remember that I just fucked this girl twice and she’s still recovering so I can’t have her again this soon, no matter how much I want her. We still need to drive back to Maple Valley soon, and if I do that, she won’t be able to sit on my bike for more than twenty minutes before she’ll have to get off.
I find myself reaching for my dick and yanking on the length, loving how her hands feel as she brings her hand back up and runs her smooth fingers along the tattoo. I groan as my length continues to grow.
Her hand moves with her as she curiously looks around me and sees my hand jerking my length.
“My, my, someone is hungry,” she purrs as she moves around my front and allows her hands to run down my abs as she gets to her knees.