Lost In Mr. Parks (Park #3)

by Lilly James

  “Ah. Yes.”

  Jesus Christ, she is throbbing, and the sound she makes is what I need, but I stay close and intimate. I press my face into her neck as she holds on to my shoulders, and I start to pound. Damn, she feels so good. I want to make her wild. Make her shout. Make her numb.

  I release her hair, feel my way down the side of her body, then grab hold of her ass and give it a tight squeeze before I lift up her right leg and throw it over my shoulder.

  “Hmm,” we both moan. My cock is deeper now, and I can’t help but continue to fuck her raw, pounding her beautiful body as rough, as hard as I like. In out. Out in. She does everything I love. Squeezing her legs around me. Clenching her hole around me. Scratching my skin with her nails. Yelling out my name. Holding me. Kissing me. Accepting I was in charge. Allowing me to dominate. Surrendering her body.

  “I’m taking you however the fuck I want,” I tell her, grabbing hold of her other leg and putting it up on my shoulder. Now that both her legs are in place, I get to my knees, place my hands underneath her delicious ass, and pick her up.

  Evelyn gasps as my cock pushes in farther, and I stride to the nearest wall and push her against it aggressively. I hold her weight effortlessly, my hands under her ass, and move, bouncing her upon my cock.

  “Fucking Christ.” I grit my teeth as I plunge faster in and out of her wet, heated sweetness.

  I put her down on her feet, wanting to change it up, but I have to pull out, and we both whimper from the loss of contact.

  “No,” she argues, about to jump back onto me, but I push her away, pin her wrists above her head, and press my body hard into hers. “I’m in charge, baby. Remember that.” I plunge my tongue into her mouth, sweep in with passionate licks. She kisses me with an equal amount of need and desire.

  “Turn around.”

  She listens to my blunt order, turning around and exposing her ass to me. Which of course, I slap. She moans, positioning her legs apart as I stand behind her.

  I grab her hair, and with my other hand, I keep her wrists pinned above her head. I inhale her intoxicating scent from her neck; her Black Opium perfume is always an aphrodisiac for me. I dart my tongue out onto her skin and nip, lick, and suck. Jesus, her skin tastes divine. I could taste her all day, but my cock is begging me to get on with it.

  I widen my legs a little more, guide my dick with my pelvis, and push it back into a place where I’m captivated. Her place. Her pussy. Her sweetness.

  “Oh yes,” I hiss, getting faster, driving violently. In the midst of my pleasure, I can hear her calling my name, crying yes, moaning ohs.

  I take her left hand in mine, wrap my fingers in hers, and hold it against the wall. I do the same with her right hand, so I’m holding her captive, fucking her so hard from behind that she loses her breath.

  The pressure starts at the end of my dick, my balls tighten, and my thrusts became faster, but I’m not coming yet. My baby needs to come first.

  “Wade, I’m going to…”

  “Going to what?” I rasp out, needing her to say it.

  “I’m going to come for you.” Her legs shake around me, and fuck, I know I did a good job. I mean, would I ever do a shit job on a woman? I think not.

  “Then come,” I demand, and on cue, she lets loose, pouring and tightening around my dick.

  “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

  “Fucking…” I come, the pressure that had built up exploding inside my woman. Inside her warm, snug sweetness I can’t get enough of.

  My hands find her hair, and I pull at it as I empty, my balls tightening and my groans muffled into the back of her head. She pushes out her ass to drain me completely, and I’m done.

  She’s spent.

  Fucking yes.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Evey

  Oh God, my body felt lifeless after Parks had unloaded. I couldn’t support my weight on my weak legs, so he carried me up to his bed.

  I lay on my back, with Parks beside me, his gaze devouring me like I was the centre of his universe as he traced his fingertips across my stomach.

  “You’re so precious and rare,” he whispered, bending down to press a kiss to my forehead. I smiled contently. Jesus, I was sore. My vagina ached in ways I never knew it could. He fucked me good, hard, and oh so painfully sweet. Then he was kissing me all over, relaxing me and massaging my muscles because he knew I would be aching.

  “Going from rough alpha to sweet and lovable. I love it.” I smirked and ran my fingers along his lips. “I love you.”

  “I told you, I am a man of many talents.” He kissed my fingertips.

  “How many women have you slept with?” My question came out of my mouth before I could stop myself. I shook my head. “Actually, don’t answer that.” He raised a confused brow, so I sighed again. “Actually, answer that.”

  He laughed, taking a stray piece of hair and wrapping it around his finger. “Will telling you how many woman I’ve fucked make you feel better? Or worse?”

  I wrinkled my nose, thinking about it. “Hmm. Maybe both. But more so worse.”

  “Then why are you asking me?” He chuckled.

  Why was I asking him? Punishment whore. “I just want to know.”

  His gaze dropped from the piece of hair he was playing with and onto my face. “It doesn’t matter. You know I love you, right? You know that whatever I do, or don’t do, is for you?”

  “Yes.” I smiled. His words completely and utterly melted my heart. Although I was starting to wonder what his don’t do’s were.

  ***

  Parks’s pleas for me not to go to my parents’ flat failed. I wanted to find out how the hell someone got a picture of my bedroom, and I also wanted to share the news of my engagement. Then I was going to cut them out of my life for good. I’d been putting it off for days, but I knew it had to be done.

  I told Parks to wait in the car for me, and he did, after a row. I knocked on their battered front door and waited impatiently.

  “Evey, kid?” My dad answered, as always, and peered around the door.

  “Dad.” I nodded as I tried to look over his shoulder. “Mum in?”

  He looked over his shoulder sheepishly. “Uh, yeah.”

  I rolled my eyes and pushed past him. “I know she’s drugged up. I don’t know why you bother hiding it.” I made my way into the living room, and the stench of drugs and dirtiness had me heaving.

  “Look at the fucking state of you.” I glanced down at my mother, sprawled across the sofa. Her eyes were rolling to the back of her head, and she was chewing her lip.

  “What the fuck you want?” she spat.

  I turned to my dad, who, as always, looked apologetic for his wife. I could tell he was drunk, but he hid it well. Years of practice. “I wanted to share some news.”

  “Oh?” My dad perked up, but my mother swiped her arm in the air.

  “I don’t want to know,” she said.

  I sucked in a deep breath, because the feeling of rejection was still there; however, it wasn’t so overwhelming. I was in a happy place, and as soon as I got rid of all the garbage, I knew I would be even happier.

  “I’m getting married,” I blurted out. My dad gasped from behind me, and my mother’s lips turned up in a cruel grin.

  “Who the fuck wants to marry you?” she said.

  “Evey, my little girl.” My dad took me into his arms for the first time in his life, and I just stood there and stiffened. “Congratulations. I get to give my little girl away?” He beamed.

  “Ha,” my mum snorted. “We should have gave her away the moment she was born.”

  I didn’t bite. I held my tongue and gained some courage. “No, you won’t be giving me away, Dad, because I don’t want you there. Neither of you.”

  “What?” My dad looked like he was about to cry, but I remained strong.

  “You heard me. I don’t want you there, ruining my day. I came into this world alone, and I will walk down the aisle alone. Because I know when I get to the e
nd, a man who loves me with everything he has will be waiting for me. He is my future now, and you two are not welcome in it.”

  “Good,” my mother yelled. “I don’t want to fucking come anyway.”

  “You know what, Mum, fuck you. You were never my mother. I never knew what having one was meant to feel like until Nan. She saw my first steps. She heard my first word. She sang songs with me. Painted pictures with me. Hugged me at night. Things you should have done, but you didn’t.” I looked at my dad. “Neither of you. You never loved me when I was born, you don’t love me now, and I’m sick to death of wondering why. Because now I know why—you’re scum. You were never fit to be parents.” I glared down on my mother, feeling nothing. “I have no feelings for you, Mum. None. I have a bright future now, and you don’t belong in it.”

  “Evey,” my dad called me back, and for the first time ever, I saw emotion in his eyes. “Please, you know I love you.”

  I shook my head, not allowing any more tears to fall for these people. “It’s not enough. I’m done. Good-bye, Dad.”

  It didn’t go as planned. I didn’t even have the chance to ask them if they had let anyone into the house to take photos, because I couldn’t stand the sight of them a moment longer. I’d washed my hands of them and felt liberated for doing it. I felt free. I had no more shackles holding me down. I didn’t need them; I knew that then. Parks was right, I should have stayed away.

  I ran into Parks’s arms when I got to him and deflated wholeheartedly. “I did it,” I sobbed. “They won’t ruin my life anymore.”

  Parks kissed me deeply. “I’m so proud of you.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  The week flew by in a rush. Work was hectic, and Parks was so busy with his own work and planning the wedding that we only got to spend time together in bed at night.

  I was yawning by the time five o’clock on Friday came around, but I had thirty minutes to spare at work, so I checked my emails. Surprisingly, I had one from Parks.

  From: Wade Parks, CEO, Parks Industries

  To: Evelyn Banks

  Remember when I used to email a lot? I loved working in the same building as a woman I knew nothing about. All I knew was that I had a desperate urge to please and satisfy you. An endless desire to claim you as my own. The strong need to dominate your body into obeying mine was painful. A pain I secretly craved. Now, I email you from the same building, but instead of knowing nothing about a woman who was cold, stubborn, and hard fucking work, I know everything. I know she is not cold, but warm, caring, and kind. Beautiful inside and out. I know she loves Family Guy and hates Marmite. I know if I kiss just below her navel, it drives her crazy. And the best part is, I know this woman isn’t just any woman. It’s you. My future wife. My universe. My reason to breathe. My love. My life. My safe. I love you with all my heart, Evelyn Banks.

  Now stop reading this and get ready to leave work. Get home and change into something sexy for me.

  Yours, W x

  Tears dropped down my heated-up cheeks, so I swiped them away quickly with a huge grin on my face. After quickly shutting down my computer, I reached under my desk for my bag, the excitement to get home to the love of my life overwhelming me, but then I remembered, we had a gala to attend. Shit. Another fabulous party Parks was tied to. This one, though, was going to be thrown by Jasmine. A special event to celebrate the launch of another finance company. Yawn.

  My phone buzzed as I was about to pack it back into my handbag, so I answered it and slung my bag over my shoulder, getting ready to leave the office.

  “Hello,” I answered after seeing Steph’s name on the screen, then waved to Clarke through the glass. “See you next week.”

  “Be good, my girl, and you if you can’t be good—”

  “—be careful.” I smiled, finishing Clarke’s sentence. “Sorry, Steph.” I yawned again.

  “Evey, what you doing tonight? Wanna come over for a girly night? PJs, chocolate, Magic Mike?”

  “You and your Magic Mike.” I rubbed at my forehead as I waited for the lift to come rescue me from my floor.

  “What’s up?” Steph had her best-friend antennas out and knew I wasn’t feeling right.

  “I just feel a little tired, that’s all. It’s been a busy week,” I told her, leaning forwards and pressing the button again.

  “I hope you’ve been busy wedding planning. I can’t wait to hear all about it. Come over tonight and tell me all.” She squealed in delight.

  Even though she couldn’t see me, I winced, trying to think of a way to tell her that I wasn’t actually planning my own wedding. My future husband was.

  “I would love to, but I have a stupid party to go to tonight.” I sighed again as the lift doors opened.

  “What party?” Her question was grumpy, only because my social life had suddenly become more exciting than hers.

  “Steph, I’m in the lift and going to lose signal.” I hung up, pressed the Ground Floor button and sagged. I knew I was in for a cursing marathon when Steph called back.

  Getting out into the fresh air, I suddenly felt a little light-headed and quickly pressed my back to the wall, breathing in and out through my nose. I could see where Cleaver’s car was, but I didn’t feel steady enough on my feet to get there. My phone rang again in my hand, so I cursed under my breath. It was Steph again.

  “It’s Jasmines party, to celebrate a company or something,” I quickly explained, then took another deep breath and exhaled.

  “Oh,” she wined, “can’t you put it off and come and see your best friend and her baby bump? Pretty please?”

  I glanced up and saw Cleaver waiting by the car door. He was scanning the outside of the building, presumably looking for me.

  “Steph, I would love to, but I’m really not in the mood to have an argument with the Hulk today about my plans. I just want to get it over with and go home to bed.”

  “Okay, first of all, who is the Hulk?”

  I sagged against the wall, then waved to Cleaver as he spotted me. “Two minutes,” I mouthed to him, holding up two fingers. He nodded, then climbed back into his car. “The Hulk is what I call Parks because of his temper. What’s the second question?”

  “Are you feeling okay? You sound down.”

  I yawned again, pushed myself from the wall, and started walking towards Cleaver. “Like I said, I’m just tired.”

  ***

  There was a dress laid out on the bed for me when I got home. Obviously a dress Parks wanted me to wear. It was cream, long, short-sleeved, and full of sparkles. It was beautiful. I had cream, heeled sandals by the foot of the bed, small diamond earrings, and a diamond bracelet. I did my makeup light and pushed my hair back into a sophisticated ponytail. Finally ready, I gave myself one last glance in the full-length mirror. Yes, it was beautiful. Everything I had on was worth a fortune, but as I looked around, I realised I was alone. Parks had to work late, so he was going to get ready at work and would meet me there. As I looked at my reflection, I released nothing meant anything to me if Parks wasn’t here to share it. I didn’t want fancy things, I just wanted him.

  Cleaver pulled up outside a breathtaking hotel in Central London, and I saw another red carpet, paparazzi, and crowds of ball gowns and dresses.

  I rolled my eyes and slumped back in my seat. “Photo taken again? Yay.”

  Cleaver laughed at my sarcastic comment. “Publicity sells, Evey.”

  My door swung open, and I expected the person on the other side would be a valet, but it wasn’t. Instead, there was a stunning man that took my breath away more than the hotel did. Parks was nothing but extraordinary. The way he smiled made me weak at the knees. The magical way his green eyes gazed into mine made me feel like I was hypnotized. My heart started beating rapidly as I dragged my eyes over his dark navy tux. Oh God, he was divine.

  “My lady.” He smiled and held out his hand for me to take. As soon as I placed it in his, he pulled me out of the car and into his body, and the sexual tension soared between
us. Our bodies were so close, I doubted even a sheet of paper could pass between us. “You look beautiful, Princess.” He drew circles against my neck with his nose, inhaling my perfume, then he kissed me delicately just under my jaw. I melted inside, becoming a horny, ravenous mess.

  “I don’t have any knickers on.” I grinned, biting my bottom lip as I eyed him up again. A moan came from Parks’s throat, and he dipped down to take my lips and pushed in his tongue, nabbing what was his—me. I absorbed his kiss, devoured the way he took control of my lips and made me forget there were hundreds of people around us. It was only when Parks pulled away and I heard the sound of wolf whistles that I turned and noticed the press had their cameras turned to us. I froze. On the spot. Unwilling to move. However, Parks grinned like the Cheshire cat and pulled on my hand, leading me past all the gaping, the flashing lights, and howling questions and remarks. He moved his hand to the small of my back, just above my backside as he led me into the hotel. We walked right through the lobby, and Parks nodded graciously to men and women he knew as we walked out into the gardens. There were hundreds more people outside, surrounding beautifully dressed seating areas and three buffet tables. There were so many waiters walking around with champagne trays, I started to get a headache from seeing them all.

  Parks casually leaned over and whispered in my ear, bringing my attention back to him. “I’m so fucking hard right now. I can’t stop thinking about you pantiless.”

  I automatically glanced down to his crotch and saw the outline of his erection. Looking up, I opened my mouth about to comment, but he shook his head. “Don’t. This is going to fucking kill me.” I laughed as he pulled at his crotch, and he glared at me.

  “This isn’t humorous. I want to fuck you so bad, Evelyn.” His words were gritty, full of desire and hunger.

  “Go ahead.” I gave him permission, even though he damn well knew he didn’t need it. My body was his. To do with as he pleased.

  “Don’t tempt me,” he murmured against my lips. My hands took over, feeling up his chest, and I wished his shirt wasn’t denying me the feel of his warm skin.