Page 77 of Mother Parker
“No?” I said, not sure why I was even resisting him.
“Are you asking or telling me?”
I pushed him off me with a pained sigh.
“Telling. Now go before I take your fucking benefits,” I said and put some distance between us before I submitted to Parker and let him do with me as he pleased.
I had a shop to run.
“I’d love to see you try,” he said with a dirty smirk that almost made me whimper again. But I didn’t. I wasn’t a needy fucker, damn it.
“You know, for a virgin, you’re not very blushing,” I told him.
“What can I say?” He shrugged. “You fucked the blush out of me.”
He trotted toward the bathroom with a confident catwalk strut, demonstrating just how divine my Parker was.
No. Not my. Just Parker.
“Not yet, but I will,” I shouted after him, but if he heard me, I didn’t know because he shut the door at the same time.
Images of him pliable under me while I entered him for the first time assaulted my brain with such a terrifying intensity that I almost succumbed and joined him.
Shop first. I’ve got boba to cook.
I poured two cups of coffee, added a spoonful of sugar in one, and took it in my hands, hoping to concentrate on the heat in my hands rather than my sore nether regions.
It worked for the most part, and I made my way to the balcony. The sky was still dark and purple, with a beautiful globe of orange slowly rising from the horizon, illuminating the bay and the calm waters.
A chill encompassed me as soon as I stepped on the deck, and it was a welcome change of feeling. If anything, it soothed my boner and my frayed asshole.
I took a sip of my drink when I heard the first caw.
I lowered the mug and looked around, but there wasn’t anything in the sky.
“Seagulls,” I muttered with frustration and glanced inside the apartment, but Parker wasn’t out of the bathroom yet.
Another caw followed by one more made me look up, and there they were, perched on the rooftop, looking down at me with fluffed-up feathers and smug beaks.
“Girls! What are you doing here?”
The girls swooped down and settled on my patio table, crowing for affection, and of course, I obliged.
“What are you doing all the way out here? Sophia, did you drag them all away from home?” I rubbed under the smallest crow's neck, but she didn’t care to offer a response or defense. “I’m so happy to see you.” I planted a kiss on each of them and pulled back. “Let me get some seeds. I think I know where they are.”
I opened the patio door and tiptoed to the kitchen when Parker came out.
“Were you talking to someone?” he asked, his volume shining with moisture and freshness.
“Yup,” I said, unable to stop looking.
Even though I’d had the man in me for hours, I still couldn’t help but admire the view of his curved back or those huge cheeks as he slipped on last night’s underwear.
“Who?” he asked when I didn’t elaborate, too distracted.
“Oh, my birdies.”
He approached me, and that shook me back to reality. I traced a hand over the covered abs, wanting nothing more than to lift the T-shirt and lick them again.
