Like a good girl, her body obeys and she screams.
I don’t care who hears as my come blasts inside of her hot pussy. I don’t care about anything except making sure no one else touches my woman.
For now.
I remind myself.
AURORA
WHAT THE HELL just happened? I don’t know whether to run or purr.
I’M SO FAR out of my depth here.
After Parker fucked my brains out—and I’m pretty sure he literally did that as I can barely think—he tossed the toy into the trash for some person to find tomorrow and then dragged me back out to the fundraiser.
Holding my hand, he introduces me to key businesspeople around the room and has not moved an inch from my side.
“Thank you for your generous support once again, Mr. Stone,” a woman says.
“Always. You know that, Roseanne.”
She smiles at me as if I’m also responsible for his donation and walks off, leaving us alone for the first time in two hours.
I don’t feel like drinking, so I’ve sat on the same glass of champagne the entire time. I’m dehydrated. Do orgasms make you thirsty? They must.
“Stop avoiding us.” One of Parker’s friends says. I think his name is Killian.
“We’re leaving in a minute,” Parker growls and moves his body slightly in front of me.
What is his problem? This dominance is out of control. I grab his bicep and squeeze, but he ignores me.
“Good. Are you coming to the club?” Killian asks.
“Fuck off.” Parker tosses back his whisky and uses the glass to point over to Travis.
Who has been watching me all night.
After he whispered in my hair and I orgasmed, it did feel strange to have two men around me. It was hot as hell, but the way Parker reacted after was off the charts. He really does scare me, but I won’t lie, it’s also very sexy.
I wonder what this club is they keep talking about?
“Tell him to keep his eyes off Aurora or I will remove them from his face.”
“Parker!” I cry as he runs a hand over his jaw. I give Killian an apologetic look, but if anything, he looks amused.
“We should go.” I tug on his arm. “Come on.”
Killian lays a hand on Parker's shoulder, and his voice is deep and authoritative when he says, “Lunch. Tomorrow. Dune. Not negotiable.”
I wait for his reaction, which is slightly delayed, but then he nods and Killian gives me a wink before walking off.
Parker curses.
I watch Killian speak to the others. Kyra gives me a wave, which I return, then they leave.
I thought these were his friends. What am I missing?
Parker, I’m scared.