by A. K. Evans
And yet, it was far better than I could have ever hoped for.
Parker had been hungry for me before we even got to this point. Hell, downstairs, she had been ravenous, and all I had done was kiss her.
“Please,” she begged.
“What do you need, baby?”
“More,” she panted. “Harder.”
Lifting my torso a bit, my palms went to the backs of her thighs. I pressed them back firmly and gave it to her harder.
“Yes,” she cried out. “You feel so good.”
I moved faster, feeling it build inside me as I watched Parker climb higher. I knew she was on the verge, and I was grateful because I wasn’t sure I would last much longer. Listening to her now and seeing her legs spread like this was almost too much.
My gaze left her seductive eyes and traveled down her body. I got lost for a few moments on her breasts as they moved with the force of each thrust. Not wanting to look away but wanting to see more, my eyes drifted farther south to where I was driving my hips forward into her.
I loved that.
I loved seeing the most intimate part of her body wrapped around me. It only served to make me move faster, to give it to her harder. And the moment I felt Parker’s fingers grasp my thighs and her nails press in, I returned my stare to her beautiful face.
“I’m going to come,” she warned.
A moment later, she did. I didn’t relent in my movements as I watched her shatter. When she had just barely gotten through it, my hands left her thighs, I lowered to my forearms, and I captured her mouth with mine.
Listening to her moans, feeling her tongue against mine, it only took a few more strokes before I buried myself to the root and stayed there. Parker wrapped me up in her limbs as I pulsed inside of her.
When it left me, I tore my mouth from hers, kissed her cheek, and whispered, “You’re magnificent.”
She smiled and replied just as quietly, “So are you.”
I grinned at her before kissing her again. Then, I lifted and said, “I need to get rid of this condom.”
A few minutes later, after we’d cleaned up, I was on my back in Parker’s bed with her soft, naked body curled into me.
“Was that the truth?” I asked.
“What?” she wondered as she lifted her cheek from my chest to look at me.
“Has it really been eight years?”
Her eyes left mine, and a flush hit her cheeks. I squeezed her and insisted, “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, baby. I’m just asking a question.”
“I didn’t mean to blurt it out like that,” she admitted. “I just… I was really frustrated.”
“With the way you lit up for me, I can see how it’s the case, but I don’t understand how it’s possible you haven’t been touched in eight years.”
“I’ve been busy,” she defended herself.
“Busy?” I repeated.
Parker nodded, but I could tell she wasn’t completely serious about her answer.
“So, after eight years of being busy, you suddenly found yourself with some free time on your hands?” I questioned her.
Tipping her head to the side, she finally confessed, “I wasn’t exactly busy, Nash. It was a bad breakup, and I really don’t want to talk about it right now, especially not after what we just had. Is that okay?”
A bad breakup.
Sucked for that guy. Bonus for me.
“Yeah, sunshine. It’s okay.”
At that, Parker rested her head back on my chest, and using her arm that was draped over my abdomen, she shifted her body closer. We stayed like that for a long time, and I was surprised at how much I enjoyed it. I wasn’t a guy who really liked to cuddle. Then again, particularly in recent years, I hadn’t had anyone I wanted to cuddle with.
But Parker was different. Parker was the kind of woman with whom I believed I could spend hours doing this.
Following a long stretch of silence, Parker called, “Nash?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
Giving her a gentle squeeze, I lamented, “I’m sorry, Parker.”
She lifted her head again and declared, “Yeah, you said that to me downstairs before you kissed me again. What are you apologizing for?”
“I didn’t mean to make you feel the way that I did,” I started. “I was trying to give us some time together. I thought it might be better for us long term if we had more time to get to know each other. I really like you, so I was trying to do what I could to get you hooked on me.”
Surprise littered her features. “Really?” she asked.
My hand that had been wrapped around her back came up and brushed a lock of her hair away from her face. Then I confirmed, “Yes. I can’t believe you thought I was playing you. I’d never do something like that.”
“I’m sorry for yelling at you,” she apologized after letting my words sink in.
I grinned at her. “I’m glad you did for two reasons. First, I’m here with you right now after we both came hard. So, that’s not something I want or need an apology for. But more than that, we’re starting something here, Parker. If something I’m doing is upsetting you, I want you to tell me. In fact, if anything is bothering you, I want you to tell me.”
Parker smiled at me before dropping her cheek back to my chest. “I can do that, Nash,” she promised. “Thank you for giving me an explanation and for being such a good man.”
Silence fell over the room again, and within a few minutes, I felt Parker’s breath start to even out. I was certain she was asleep when I whispered, “You’re mine now, Parker Banks. It’s my job to take care of you.”
I could have sworn I felt her body tense, but I knew I must have imagined it because she never said anything.
Minutes later, I closed my eyes with my girl in my arms and drifted off to sleep.
Losing control now and then could be a good thing.
No. That’s not right.
Losing control now and then could be a great thing.
Even though my inability to accept what was happening between Nash and me caused me to go off the deep end last night, it also resulted in me being able to experience something incredible with Nash finally.
And while the sex was a big part of what we had last night, I had this inkling there was something much bigger that happened between us.
Unfortunately, as much as I might have wanted to wake up and think about all that it was, I couldn’t. Because Nash was still here in my bed, and he’d just woken me up by burying his face between my thighs.
It quickly became obvious that if I hadn’t done what I did last night, Nash would have gone home, and this wouldn’t be happening right now. He was clearly enjoying himself if his enthusiasm for what he was doing was any indication.
And me… well, I loved the fact that Nash seemed to have lost his control. He had mentioned last night that he wanted to taste me but couldn’t wait to be inside me. Now that we’d had what we did last night, it seemed Nash was no longer interested in just teasing me. He was giving me everything. And he was doing it with remarkable ease.
I loved everything Nash was doing. I hadn’t felt this good in years. No. Scratch that. I hadn’t felt this good ever.
Nash’s mouth was incredible. As he licked and sucked and teased, I squirmed and gasped and moaned.
I reached for anything my hands could grab hold of and squeezed tight. I needed something, anything, to do to take me away from the relentless torture.
Torture that was so very wonderful.
“Nash,” I pleaded when he’d kept me teetering on edge for so long.
I wasn’t ashamed of resorting to begging if that’s what it would take to get what I wanted from him.
Moments after I made my desperate plea, Nash pulled his mouth away, and I was certain I’d die. He couldn’t do that. It was far worse than having him kiss me for days without ever following through to the next step.
“No!” I cried, my eyes shooting open.
I fo
und Nash was on his knees between my legs, rolling on a condom.
When did he get a condom?
Once he had it on, he reached out for my wrist and gave a gentle tug to lift me. My chest collided with his as one of his strong arms wrapped around my back. Then he captured my mouth in a long, hard kiss. I moaned at the touch of his lips and the taste of myself on them.
Moments later, he tore his mouth from mine and flipped me over. I was on my hands and knees, and one of Nash’s hands was gripping my hip firmly as the other came between my legs and his fingers ran through my wetness.
Then, before I even realized it was coming, Nash was filling me. I threw my head back as I collapsed down onto my forearms. As Nash began to move, I decided I wanted to be in control. My fingernails gripped the sheet beneath my palms, and I held on tight for the leverage I needed to be the one setting the pace.
It hadn’t even been ten hours since Nash and I were intimate for the first time, but he’d already given me so much. So, while I wanted this for me, I wanted it for him more. Last night, he’d given me what I had loudly indicated I could no longer do without, and he did not hesitate to deliver. Even waking me up like he did this morning, he was still just giving to me. And I wanted to know that I was giving him back something that would hopefully compare to what he had given me.
That meant I needed to take over.
Nash quickly caught on and allowed me to do what I was intent on doing.
I controlled the pace and the depth of each stroke.
It was glorious. I knew this was true because not only did I love every single thing about it, but Nash was also certain to let me know.
“Damn, Parker,” he bit out. “You feel so fucking amazing.”
His voice was hoarse, ragged with the intensity of the moment, but his hands remained gentle on my skin. Only every so often would his fingers press in a little harder.
I continued to work, using the strength in my arms to give me the power I needed to shift back onto him. Every so often, after I would glide forward and only the tip of him was inside, I’d pause and move myself mere fractions of an inch over the head of his penis.
It was in those moments when Nash’s groans were the loudest, and his fingers gripped my hips harder.
I loved having that control. I loved knowing that I was making him feel so good.
At some point, as I came closer and closer to reaching my own orgasm, I started to lose my focus. While it might have seemed like I no longer had any interest in pleasing Nash, that couldn’t be further from the truth.
Being with him, feeling him so deep inside me, and hearing what I was doing to him had made it impossible for me to concentrate.
Luckily, Nash figured it out and took over.
With a firm grip on my hip, Nash’s opposite hand slipped around to my abdomen and drifted down toward my clit. He found it, pressed in, and circled. I pressed my cheek deeper into the mattress, tipped my ass higher, and moaned.
Nash played there for a bit while he continued to thrust his hips forward. Eventually, when I was nearly at the point of no return and heard the grunts and groans from him getting louder and coming with more frequency, Nash bent over my back and found my breasts. His fingers teased my nipples, and with his increased pace, I’d gotten there.
“Nash,” I called out.
“Come with me, baby,” he growled only seconds before it hit.
And as it moved through me, it did the same for him. He jerked forward three more times until he planted himself to the root and groaned while his hands gripped my breasts firmly.
When it left me, I had nothing left, so I collapsed to the bed. Nash’s body came with mine, but he managed to keep the weight in his arms, so he didn’t crush me. Following a long stretch of silence, the only sound in the room our labored breathing, Nash pushed his palms into the mattress, peppered several kisses along my spine, and finally pulled out.
“Be right back,” he said.
He took off to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I rolled to my back and waited for him to return. Not even a full minute later, Nash had returned.
Standing at the side of the bed, he bent over to kiss me and asked, “Are you taking off from work today?”
I shook my head.
“How about you go get ready while I go down to make breakfast?” he suggested.
“Okay,” I replied.
With that, he helped me out of bed, slipped his arms around my waist, and pulled me close. He allowed his hands to roam over my body for a bit before he gave me one final kiss and stepped away.
I wanted to watch as he got dressed, but I was certain I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back from wanting to have him again if I did. Convinced we didn’t have much time left before we both needed to be at work, I took off to the bathroom without giving him another glance.
After getting myself ready for work, I walked downstairs to find that Nash had done as he said he would and made breakfast for us.
As I sat down to eat with him, I said, “Thank you for making breakfast.”
“You made dinner last night,” he replied.
That was it. Not only had the actions been so effortless for him, but the way he responded to me was so casual, like what he had done was no big deal. Maybe I was the crazy one, but I didn’t know how to handle that.
So, I didn’t and decided it was best to change topics.
“How is your back feeling?” I asked.
“Great, actually,” he answered. “The best it has since I injured it.”
“That’s good. I was a little worried.”
“Worried?” he repeated.
Nodding, I explained, “Well, it’s just that you have been very active over the last several hours, and I just don’t want to see you undo any of the progress we’ve made in your recovery.”
Grinning at me, Nash teased, “Yeah, I was hoping for a few extra days to make sure I was back at a hundred percent, but I had a woman who needed reassurance that I was into her.”
I narrowed my eyes at him.
Nash laughed at me and insisted, “Don’t worry about it. Lucky for me, if she becomes so insatiable that I get injured again, she’ll have to work her magic and fix me up again.”
I cocked an eyebrow and asked, “I’m insatiable? You were the one who woke me up out of perfectly good sleep because you couldn’t control yourself.”
“You can’t exactly blame me,” he started. “I mean, you were there next to me looking all sexy and cute at the same time. What’s a guy to do?”
I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore the fact that he said I looked both cute and sexy while sleeping. I wasn’t sure how that was possible, but I was in no position to argue.
Instead, I changed the subject again.
“Busy day at work today?” I wondered.
“It’s the racing season,” he declared. “There’s no such thing as downtime during the racing season. I don’t know what it was. Typically, a situation like what happened this weekend at the track would have had us all leaving early like we did yesterday, but we would have all gone to the shop to get to work on what needed to be fixed. Nobody wanted to do that.”
“Why not?” I asked.
Nash shrugged. “I can’t say for sure,” he began. “But if the way I felt was anything like what they felt, then I think it had to do with not wanting to work on cars for a few hours because they wanted to do something else. They’re all in committed relationships now, and I think they want to make sure they’re making time for that.”
He didn’t come right out and say it, but I had a feeling he was trying to communicate that instead of wanting to go and work on cars last night, he preferred to come and see me. I liked the way that made me feel while at the same time hating that it caused me to feel such anxiety.
I swallowed hard, and even though the answer I might get terrified me, I asked, “How do you feel about committed relationships?”
The truth was, as scary as a relationship was, if I was going to
be intimate with someone, I wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea of sharing. If what we had between us was going to be just as casual for Nash as everything else was for him, it would never work. I might panic and go crazy and do irrational things when I felt like my world was spinning out of control, but I would not allow any of that to be a reason a man thought I would tolerate being second best.
I wanted it all in a relationship.
And if I wasn’t going to get it all, I’d rather have nothing. Otherwise, why take the risk?
Nash’s eyes searched my face for a long time, and I started to get that sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach. Yes, he’d told me that he was trying to get me hooked on him before we took that step last night, but somehow those words weren’t enough to penetrate through the fear I felt. It dawned on me that maybe Nash had given me the physical intimacy I wanted, but maybe a committed relationship wasn’t something he wanted.
“I’ve had a few of them, and they didn’t work out,” he shared.
My lips parted, and my throat was suddenly feeling very parched.
Reaching across the table, Nash took my hand in his before he added, “But that doesn’t mean I’ve given up on trying to find one that will.”
The relief I felt was immense; I was certain Nash saw my body react.
One hurdle down.
“What about you, Parker?” he asked.
As much as I had wanted his answer to be what it was and knew mine was the same, there was still something deep inside me that had me feeling afraid. I didn’t want to ignore it, but with the way Nash’s thumb was stroking over the back of my hand, I couldn’t leave him hanging.
“I want to find one that works, too,” I admitted.
Nash’s hand squeezed mine a moment before he hefted himself out of his seat a little so he could press a kiss to my lips.
When he pulled back, he said, “I’m happy to hear that.”
“I’m glad.”
“So, I know you’ve got to go to work soon, but I’d like to know when I can see you again,” Nash shared as he sat back down.