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“Oh, I can do it for you,” Eastlynne quips and takes the reins. “That will give you time to take my sister to our ranch, tie her up and have dirty, rough, and out of the bedroom sex.”

“East!” I snap. “What the hell?”

Eastlynne gives me an innocent look. “What? Time is ticking away as we stand here talking. I’m just speeding things up for you. Besides, I like Parker, you two fit perfectly together if you ask me.”

I feel my blood pressure rising and would like to release a string of curses followed by each and every insane name I can call my evil sister.

“Thanks, Eastlynne, appreciate it,” Parker rumbles. “Prez, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” Rourke echoes as Parker jumps over the fence.

Parker laces his fingers with mine and tugs me toward a row of bikes. Without another word he straddles his bike and waits for me to strap on his helmet and get on behind him. My nerves are all over the place. Why? I used to be confident in my sexuality and now all of a sudden, I’m nervous?

The ride home is short and the silence between us isn’t uncomfortable, it’s more like the awareness of electricity softly crackling through the air. Parker takes the keys from me and opens the door.

“Let me check the house,” he states and doesn’t wait for a reply.

I hear him make his round and I wait patiently in the center of the living room until I can’t stand myself. Why the hell am I nervous as if this would be my first time having sex? I’ve had lots of sex, it’s not a new concept and I’m very capable of having it. Gah, what’s this man doing to me?

Stomping into the kitchen, I snag a bottle of water from the refrigerator and take a few sips. Feeling somewhat normal, I place the bottle on the counter and hear Parker’s footsteps approach. My gaze instantly finds his when he saunters into the kitchen.

“I don’t have any rope or condoms,” I blurt.

The corner of his mouth twitches.

“I guess we’ll have to improvise then,” he murmurs as he steps into my personal space.

My breath freezes inside my lungs when his lips descend on mine. Electricity shoots through my veins and settles a tingling fire in my lower belly. In an effort to relieve some of it, I grind my pelvis against his. His hard length presses against my belly and it’s a huge boost to feel how much I affect him.

Gone are my insecurities and in their place is the need to find pleasure any way I can get it. My fingers wrap around his leather cut and I fist the material to shove him slightly back.

The move causes a break in our kiss, enough for me to grunt. “Get naked and fuck me, Parker.”

I barely recognize my own voice that’s overloaded with lust and longing. To see it mirrored in Parker’s gaze is a triumph all on its own and my pussy clenches with anticipation.

Parker steps back and shrugs out of his leather cut. He folds the thing and places it on the counter before he takes the gun from his belt to place it next to his leather cut. The rest of his clothes are simply pulled off as he lets everything drop where he stands. I lick my lips when I see him standing in the kitchen, completely naked and fisting his hard…oh my freaking fireballs.

The man is pierced.

Not just “I got one on a whim” pierced, but a “start with one and not stopping any time soon.” He’s a walking, talking pierced Valhalla endgame.

“Your cock is perfect,” I breathe.

And finally, after weeks I feel good about myself, and life…and the man’s cock hasn’t even entered me. Having him standing before me, cock in hand, eyes filled with lust and adoration as I start to strip naked, is enough to give me the mental boost I needed to grab life by the balls again.

Figuratively speaking, of course. Though, I sure will get my hands on Parker’s pierced balls.

CHAPTER SIX

– PARKER –

I squeeze hard to get my cock under control. This woman has my whole body brimming with the lust to claim her as mine. Thank fuck she mentioned the lack of condoms so we’re on the same line of fucking bare.

Clothes hit the floor and I’m itching to get my hands on her when those lush tits of hers swing free. Dark cherry-colored nipples are standing at attention, asking for my mouth to suck on them, when shiny ornaments catch my attention.

Motherfucker, her nipples are pierced and so is the hood of her clit. She’s perfect. We not only align perfectly when it comes to everyday life at the ranch, discussions, life, and future goals, but we each have a healthy kink when it comes to our bodies and sex.

My cock hasn’t entered her pussy yet and I instantly know our sex will be off the charts. Not just from the discussion we had, or shit her sister spilled about her, but merely from the look in her eyes.

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