Page 82 of Someday You Learn

“Wearing my ring while I fuck you…How does that make you feel?” he growls, nipping my earlobe as goosebumps bloom over my skin. “How does that make you feel?”

I moan as his cock hits something deep inside of me. “Wanted,” I pant. “Needed.” I groan as he swirls his hips behind mine and drags his tongue up the curve of my neck. “Owned.”

“Damn right.” Parker’s hand comes down on my ass with a sharp smack, the sting radiating heat and sending a jolt straight to my core. “But you own me too, sweetheart. That’s what you don’t realize. You’ve owned me since the second our eyes met on the plane.”

His words make the wetness between my legs intensify, and with a few more thrusts, I feel my orgasm ready to detonate. “I’m close,” I say breathlessly.

His hand reaches around my hip and then he’s circling my clit, giving me that perfect friction that I need to explode. “Come on my cock, Cashlynn. Make a fucking mess for me.”

God, his mouth. “Yes…I’m—I’m coming!” I shout as my entire body tightens and then snaps like a rubber band. Parker picks up his pace, chasinghis own release, and finds it on a groan that makes my whole body shiver.

When we’ve both recovered, he pulls out of me, spins me around and cups my face in both of his hands. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

I can’t help but giggle—because not only did this man just fuck me better than I could have imagined, but a sense of relief comes over me when I realize that now we can finally decide how to move forward.

Parker pulls me into his chest and breathes deeply. “Let’s get dressed and then meet in my room.”

“Okay,” I reply, grabbing my clothes from the floor and then hurrying to the bathroom as I feel his cum dripping down the inside of my thigh. That’s an unfortunate side effect of not using condoms I was blissfully unaware of.

Once I clean myself up and throw on a more comfortable outfit, I head to Parker’s room. The door’s open and he’s sitting on the edge of his bed, his forearms resting on his knees.

“You okay?” I ask softly.

He lifts his head and his eyes soften almost immediately, but there’s still a pinch in his brow. “Yeah. Come here, Cashlynn.”

Nervously, I close the space between us. He reaches out and pulls me between his legs.

“I’m sorry,” I murmur.

“For what?”

“For not just sitting down and asking you how you felt.”

He grins. “You didn’t have to torture me to get me to fuck you again.”

Heat rushes to my cheeks. “It wasn’t my idea.”

“I know. I heard you talking to Hazel on the phone the other night.”

I groan, smacking my forehead. “I hate this. I hate that I’ve even put us in this position.”

He tilts his head. “And what position is that?”

I push his hair back from his face. “Did I want to sleep with you again? Yes. But not just for sex. I just…I care about you, Parker. I feel like that night last year wasn’t just a fluke. Call it fate or serendipity, or whatever you want, but I couldn’t get you out of my head.” I let out a shaky breath, searching his face. “And being here, pretending to be engaged, I… I guess I just wonder if there’s something real here, and I wasn’t sure if you felt that too. And then when I talked to the girls about it, they suggested focusing on the physical connection we have because you’d be more likely to open up to me that way.”

Parker chuckles. “Well, they weren’t wrong.”

“You’re locked up tighter than Fort Knox. Every time I think I’ve found a way in, you shut me out again and we act like nothing happened. I’m tired of that.” I pause, taking a steadying breath. “I’ve been in serious relationships, but none that make me feel an ounce of what I feel for you and with you.”

His brows draw together as he stares up at me. For a moment, I fear he’s going to push me away again—like he always does. But then he swallows hard and says the words I’ve been longing to hear. “I don’t know what I’m able to give you, Cashlynn. But fuck if I can keep pretending I don’t want you too.”

I breathe out, five weeks of tension leaving my body as I do. “All I need to know is that we’re on the same page. The rest we can figure out later.”

“Is that really enough for you?”

“Yes,” I say without hesitation.

Hereaches up and pushes a strand of my hair behind my ear with a tenderness that makes my chest ache. “How on earth did we find each other a year ago in this big, messy world?”

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