Page 86 of Matched By My Rival
Parker chuckled. “I’m sure they know the frat has parties.”
“Yeah, but still. These are my grandparents. I can’t have Grandma stepping on a used condom, for fuck’s sake, or Grandpa slipping on a beer spill.”
“Fair enough.” Parker gave me a nudge, turning me to face him. “But driving yourself crazy isn’t the answer. Clean up in the morning.”
I groaned. “I know. I thought maybe I could save some time, but…”
Parker’s lips quirked. “You’re only ruining the night for yourself and everyone who crosses your path?”
“Watch it,” I growled.
Parker’s gaze dropped to my lips. “Oh, I am.”
We both stepped into the kiss at the same time. We were more often in sync than not these days. I parted my lips, sighing, letting Parker take the lead for a change. I loved to push him around and exert my strength, knowing he could take anything I dished out, but tonight I wanted to sink into him and luxuriate in his full lips and slick tongue.
Parker didn’t disappoint, kissing me deeply, taking the time to flirt with my mouth before reeling me over to the bed. He shoved me down and pulled his shirt off, then climbed over me.
“Let me help you relax,” he murmured as he pushed up my shirt to nuzzle my lower stomach.
I lifted my hips, the move involuntary as my cock got the message that it might get some loving. Parker grinned as he popped open my button. “Looks like you’re on board.”
“Hell yeah,” I said. “Can’t ever turn you down. You’re my Kryptonite.”
Parker lifted his gaze to mine. Our eyes locked as he drew down my zipper. “You addicted to me, Prentiss?”
“You know I am, Reed. Like nothing else.”
He surged up to kiss me hard, and I felt the truth settle in me more comfortably this time.
I loved him. The need to see him, touch him, taste him. Text him about annoying customers, listen to him vent about Johnston’s noisy ass on Sunday mornings. It all made sense.
I was in love with Parker Reed.
And I had been for a long time now.
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PARKER
Simon was never soft—especially his body—but his eyes were filled with something almost vulnerable as he gazed up at me. I pressed my forehead to his, my body draped over him, and drank in the moment. I knew we were growing closer. Knew I was more than a hookup to Simon. But how much was never really clear to me. We had to hide our relationship, so how could we begin to define it? There were so many parts of his life I longed to share.
Meeting his grandparents, for example. I’d love to see the couple who did so much for their grandkids that they were like surrogate parents to Simon and his sister. Wanted to meet his niece. Get to know his frat brothers, who’d been there to support him when Coach had cut him off from the team.
But first, I had to be honest with him. About what I wanted. About the life I hoped to live—hopefully with him by my side.
“I feel so close to you right now,” I murmured.
He brought his hands up to cradle my face. “I feel the same.”
“Yeah? There’s just so much sneaking around that sometimes it’s hard to know where we stand.”
“I wish we didn’t have to do that.”
My heartbeat quickened. A smile spread. “Really? Because I want to have everything, you know? I want us to come out as boyfriends, and screw everything else.”
His hands tightened on me. “What? We can’t.”
Had I misread him? He’d looked so full of love moments ago. We’d been so in sync.
