Page 61 of Wish You Would

I smiled against her sweet heat. Of course I remembered. I crooked my fingers. She gasped, fists full of bedding. That was the cue I needed to know I was doing something right. Sucking her clit, I sought the tender spot inside her and put pressure there. Muscle memory, I thought, clenching my own thighs together. My body remembered exactly how she touched me.

I wanted to make her feel just as good.

“Ju—just like that, baby girl,” she whimpered, heels digging harder into my back as she raised her hips and rocked against me. I found the rhythm she sought and held steady, listening, watching, tasting her as she came undone. “Yes, yes, oh, my god, yes,” she moaned, bracing her elbows on the mattress as she arched her back. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

I didn’t. Instead, I sucked her harder, giving her the push she needed, and—

“Oh, fuck.” She threw her head back, a long moan flying past her lips as her body clenched around my fingers, as her thighs tightened around my face, as she rode the waves crashing through her. I held on, wonderstruck at the feel of her pulse from the inside, the taste of her pleasure on my tongue.

I couldn’t help it. I smiled.

“Where,” Gigi gasped as she came down, “the fuck did that come from?” She fumbled for me and I obliged, climbing back up the bed to face her.

I smiled wider, pride a living thing in my chest. “What can I say?” I said with a shrug. “I had an excellent teacher.”

She laughed breathlessly and pulled my face to hers, kissing me in a messy tangle of tongues. When we parted, she was grinning, a glint in her eyes. “Oh, sweet Parker,” she said, fingers gliding up my abdomen to cup my breasts. “I have so much more to teach you.”

25

25 GIG

HEAD OVER FEET

“You’re chipper this evening.”

I jumped, looking up from my phone to find Dante watching me. He had an elbow rested against the bar, a glint in his eyes. A glint I did not trust. Not for one second. I stashed my phone beneath the bar and grabbed my apron.

“Take that back,” I growled as I tied it around my waist. “I haven’t been chipper a day in my life.”

Ignoring the chuckle from Dante, I grabbed my to-do list clipboard and clicked a pen open. Truth was, I probably was a little chipper. I’d spent the last two days wrapped up in Parker. We’d only left my room for necessities. Food and bathroom and, once, a phone call from Parker’s roommate demanding proof of life. We’d sent him a selfie, my lips against her cheek while she grinned, wide and unguarded.

I’d asked her to send me the pic, and she finally did, a few minutes ago. Right before Dante busted me cheesing at my phone like a goob.

Willing my face to resist another grin, I turned to Dante. “How you feeling about running the show up here tonight?”

“On a Saturday night?” He pushed away from the bar and folded his arms over his chest, dark brows furrowed. “You sure about that, boss?”

I looked him over. He’d taken to rolling the sleeves of his tee up to showcase his biceps. I couldn’t fault him. They were nice biceps, and were sure to draw attention from the right patrons. Tonight, we’d be packed with those patrons.

“Oh, yeah. All the wine moms tonight.” I scribbled a note on my list, then added, “You’re more their type than I am, and I make out pretty well on band nights. You’ll hit a gold mine.”

In the corner, Patti Mayonnaise was setting up for their show. Still the four of them. Other than the initial head-nod greeting as they filed in, I hadn’t spoken to them yet. Hadn’t spoken to Halle yet. Glancing their way now, my stomach did an elaborate gymnastics routine.

She kissed Parker.

She kissed Parker, and then Parker came straight to me.

She wasn’t you.

No, I thought, tearing my eyes away from the gorgeous drummer. No, she wasn’t. For some reason, Parker decided that was a dealbreaker. For some reason, Parker chose me.

A bolt of heat flared low in my abdomen as memories of the last two days flashed through my mind. Visions of smooth skin and dark hair, pink lips and blue eyes. Hands and mouths and touch. So much touch.

God, she was stunning. She was perfect.

She was…mine?

We hadn’t talked about what everything meant this morning before Parker left. We had done plenty else, but we didn’t talk. Now, with the object of everything Parker had previously desired breathing the same air as me, I had regrets about that.

---