Page 25 of Fixing Emilee

Once I’m confident no more tears are coming, I glance up and out the windshield. A gasp leaves me. My hand covers my heart, trying to keep it in my chest. Standing in front of the truck, surrounded by the glow of the headlights, is a pissed-off-looking Parker. I watch him approach the driver’s side door, crossing his arms to stare at me. The doors are locked, so I know he can’t get in unless I let him. What the fuck does he have to be mad about? It’s me whose time has been wasted today, running around everywhere, getting bags that I’m not allowed to look in. If anyone should be pissed, it should be me.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Hearing him over the idle of the truck and the radio is tough, so I roll the window down, a bad mistake on my part. He reaches through when it gets far enough to stick his big hand and arm in. He turns off the truck pulling the keys through the window before I can stop him. “What the hell are you doing?” I squeak at him.

He doesn’t answer me, but instead, he uses the key to unlock the door, and now I’m face-to-face with my boyfriend, who is not happy. I’m still buckled up, so I can’t go far, but I back up as far as I can away from him. I’m not scared of him. In fact, my body is buzzing with want as he looks dark, dangerous, and oh so fucking hot.

“I asked you a question, Butterfly. Where are you going?” His breath brushes my face, and I lick my lips out of habit. His eyes zero in on my movement, and a wicked smile forms on his handsome face.

“I didn’t know you were here, so I was going home,” I whisper. I mentally beg him to close the distance and punish my lips with his.

“What was that last sentence you dared to say before you so rudely hung up on me?” He growls, inching even closer to me. He unbuckles and swings me around in a second, so my legs hang outside the door. Moving to stand between them, he grabs my face, tilting it up so we are eye to eye.

“Oh, now that pissed off look makes sense. You’re mad that I got something to help me get off?” It’s my turn to smirk up at him. Last week Carly and I made an impromptu girl’s trip to an adult store in Cape. She thought it would be hilarious to buy me a bullet. Parker, on the other hand, didn’t find it funny unless he was the one using it on me. Trust me, I like it better when he uses it, but I like to torture him with the idea that I use it alone. Spoiler alert: I haven’t and probably never will because the man standing in front of me is always willing to give me as many orgasms as my body can handle.

“I’ve told you before, my love. I’m the only person allowed to make you come.” His grip tightens on my face, but not to the point where it’s uncomfortable.

“Vinnie isn’t a person. He’s an object.” I roll my eyes as his jaw tightens, making it more defined. I forgot that he is standing between my thighs, and I try squeezing them together to help the ache forming, but all that does is make it worse.

“You named your fucking bullet? I’m going to kill Carly for buying you that thing. It will be the death of me,” he says, releasing the breath he was holding and closing his eyes.

I decide it’s time to stop torturing him because, while I love getting him riled up, there is no way in hell I will soothe the pulsing in my clit outside in this open field. Putting my hands on his stomach, I push him back far enough I can stand up. His hands drop from my face, and I place mine on his. “No, I didn’t name the bullet. If I did, it would be named Parker because I don’t want anything that is not yours touching me.” I give him a slight peck on the lips but pull back before he can deepen it.

“What are we doing here?” I ask, pushing him back a little more, trying to get my body the air it needs to calm down.

When he opens his eyes, they have a hint of mischief in them. His smirk is back, and he looks like a kid on Christmas morning. “I have a surprise for you. Where are the bags that you picked up before coming out here?”

“In the back of the truck. I was told I couldn’t look at them, so I thought it was best to put them in the truck bed. That way, I wasn’t tempted to peek in them.” I pout like a baby because the urge to take a quick look was very tempting. “Do you know how mean that was?”

He laughs while pulling two black bags from the back, shifting the bags to one hand and taking my hand in the other. “It will be worth it. Come on, Butterfly, we have a little way to walk.”

I fall into step beside him. The sky is clear tonight, so all the stars shine brightly, and the moon lights the way for us. “Where are we?” I ask halfway across the field.

“We’re on Boe’s family’s ranch. I was helping him last weekend, and I found a place I want to show you.”

“Will we get in trouble for being out here?”

“No, Butterfly. I got permission.” I see him roll his eyes at me out of the corner of my eyes.

I smack him lightly on his arm, “Don’t roll your eyes at me.”

Laughing, he pulls me closer to him, kissing my head. “Come one, just a couple of more minutes.” We enter a thicket of trees, slowing our pace due to fallen trees we have to step over. Before I can complain, he stops. “Wait here,” he says. Before I can reply, he leaves me standing in the middle of what is essentially woods.

I’m not alone for long before he comes back. He doesn’t say anything, just grabs my hands, pulling me behind him. My view is blocked by his big ass head, but I don’t want to ruin his hard work, so I don’t try to peek around him. When we walk past the last tree, a small glow comes from in front of Parker.

Turning around, he asks, “Are you ready to see your surprise?”

“Yes.”

He moves out from in front of me, and I finally see the strange glow is caused by what looks like a hundred battery-operated candles placed around a blanket on the ground. Sitting on each corner of the blanket are balloons attached to weights. My eyes sting as tears fills them, and I blink fast, trying to clear my vision to see everything. Written on the balloons are “Happy Birthday” and “I love you.” In the middle of the blanket is a basket I’ve seen in our garage multiple times. Turning to face the man, making me fall even more in love with him, I see he’s staring at me, not at his handiwork in front of him.

“You like it?” he asks shyly.

Throwing my arms around him, I hide my hot face in his chest as my tears fall down, landing on him. “Of course I do, baby, but what is this all for?” I whisper.

His chest shakes when he laughs. “Isn’t it obvious, Butterfly? This is how your birthday should have gone. Had I known when it was, I would have created something just like this. I know it’s late, but I wanted to give you a redo.”

“Now you’ve done it.” More tears come rushing out of my eyes. He rubs my back gently and waits until I’ve cried myself dry. “How in the hell did I get so lucky that you moved here and fell in love with someone like me?”

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