Page 45 of The Complication
It wasn’t hard to see that Franks and Donovan cared for the little girl. She was adorable and lit up the room whenever she was present. How could anyone not want to be near her?
“I’m sorry about tonight,” I continued, shifting my mind to more pressing concerns. “Sebastian can be overbearing if you’re not accustomed to him. Rome and Pierce are assholes, but they don’t mean any harm. It’s just their way of being friendly.”
“Honestly, I was going to apologize for being rude to your friends.” Parker rubbed his hand across his chin. “I’m not usually so snarky around people I just met.”
“I didn’t think you werethatsnarky.”
Actually, I did, but I didn’t want Parker to feel bad. His usual playfulness had taken on a new, sharper bite with Rome and Pierce.
Parker’s cackle filled the car and danced out the windows to race alongside it. “You’re ridiculous. I was so bitchy. At leastthings mellowed out after we finished our pissing contest. They don’t seem to be so bad after all. Maybe just overprotective of you.”
“Not so bad? Even Rome?”
“Oh, my fuck! That guy!” Parker growled. “He’s okay, but he rubbed me the wrong way with the way he was trying to force you to smile and saying you don’t smile. Fuck that shit! Of course you smile! Maybe you don’t do those big, wide-ass grins like some people, but I can tell when you’re smiling. Your eyes get that little sparkle, and there’s this wrinkle that forms by your right eye each time you’re really happy. How the hell has he not noticed that?”
I needed to kiss him. No one had ever used the word “sparkle” to describe anything I’d done.
I needed to kiss him right now.
But I was fucking driving. My hands tightened on the wheel and I clenched my teeth, eyes searching for a place to pull off. This wasn’t a typical residential street where I could pull over in front of someone’s house.
There!
I slammed on the brakes, slowing the car as I pulled into an overgrown and rutted road that was almost lost to the growing shadows. I’d forgotten about this spot. There was an abandoned house at the end of this crumbling driveway. Years ago, I’d looked into buying this plot of land with the plan of tearing down the house and building my own close to Sebastian. However, the county had put a giant power-line tower nearby, ruining the view and aesthetic value of the property.
“Whoa!” Parker shouted, grabbing the handle of the door. “What the hell?”
We bounced along the road for a minute. Only when I glanced in the rearview mirror to find that the trees on either side of the driveway had blocked any sign of the main road did I slam the car into park. In a flash, I had my seat beltunbuckled so I could lunge across the small space to capture Parker’s mouth in a hard, draining kiss.
His muffled words were swallowed up, and I almost broke off the kiss, but Parker’s hands seized my clothes, and he returned the kiss with the same ferocity. His tongue lashed at mine and the most delicious moan rattled up his throat as he melted into me. The heat of him, the smell of his faded cologne mixing so perfectly with his own personal scent to drive me insane—everything about Parker made me want him more and more.
Parker’s hands slid up my chest, setting me on fire as I ate at his mouth. All it took was a kiss, a touch, a fucking look, and I wanted him beyond all reason. He was a flickering flame, dancing, always out of my reach, but I couldn’t stop myself from reaching for him, praying that this time I would draw him close and keep him.
A needy groan rose from Parker’s throat, followed by a soft bang. “Fuck,” he snarled, breaking off the kiss. He pulled away to rub his knee after hitting it on the center console. “Why did you have to start this in the car? There’s no room.”
“Get out of the car.” I didn’t wait for him to respond. I turned off the car completely, pocketed the keys, and climbed out.
“What?” Parker cried as I slammed the door shut.
Parker had just gotten to his feet when I reached his side. I snagged a fistful of his shirt and moved him to the rear passenger-side door. I pinned him against the car and kissed him, reveling in the feel of his entire body pressed to me. His hard cock dug into my hip and his hands clung to my shoulder as he thrust.
“Really, Mr. Foster. Such behavior in public,” he panted in my ear as I kissed along the thick column of his throat.
“I’ve fucked you twice in a bathroom,” I pointed out and bit down on that tender spot where his neck met his shoulder.
“In a stall. No one could see us. But here…anyone could drive by. Will you fuck me here?” As he spoke, one of his hands slithered between us to stroke my dick through my pants. Like I needed any added help.
“I don’t have any lube on me,” I warned. No matter how turned-on I was, I didn’t ever want to hurt him.
“Spit will be enough.”
It wasn’t ideal, but I had a feeling this wouldn’t take long.
With a grunt, I pulled Parker forward so I could open the back door. “Lower your pants and get your ass in the air.”
“Ha!” Parker jumped away from me, attacking his belt and pants while I grabbed my wallet.
Except my reserve condom wasn’t there. I’d used it at Parker’s months ago and forgotten to replace it.
