Page 52 of Happenstance
I picked up one of the bottles on the counter, studying the label. Giorgio Armani, Nars, and Kevyn. All brand names I’d normally be squealing over. Except right now. All they looked like to me, were high priced bottles of bribery. I didn’t want them. I didn’t want any of this. All I wanted was my small bed and the one person who loved me beyond reproach. My Nan.
I pushed back the tears threatening to break free and changed into my pajamas. They weren’t any of the high priced designer label stuff hanging in the closet. This red plaid fabric used to be Gramps. They were big and comfy and safe. Something I really needed to feel right now. I hugged my waist and rubbed my hands over my belly. The babies were kicking up a storm. Could they feel my anxiety?
“Shhh,” I whispered, “It’s okay. Your daddy loves you.”
That I never questioned. Every time Parker put his hand on my stomach, I could see it in his eyes. So much love and adoration that I couldn’t help but picture him holding our babies. It was that image that gave me the strength to walk back out into the bedroom. I opened the door and stepped through, telling myself that I was doing the right thing. Everything would be fine. I might’ve been able to hang on to that, if Parker wasn’t standing outside the door.
“I was about to come in after you.”
I licked my lips and forced the lump down my throat. His chest was eye level. Expanding and contracting, bringing back memories of how he felt on top of me.Remember the bottles, Lana. You can’t be bought.
“I’m tired…”
“And I’m hard.” He grabbed my hand and pressed my palm against his dick.
My thighs immediately clenched together. Yes, yes he was. Very hard, very big, and very hot. Somewhere in the back of my head, I wondered how it even fit the first time? Thankfully, my mouth still had it’s senses.
“No.”
“No? Are you saying you don’t want me?”
I tipped my chin and looked up into his eyes. “That’s right.”
He pushed me back against the wall, leaned in and whispered, “Then why is your hand still on my dick?”
Not only were my fingers still wrapped around him, but his hand wasn’t holding mine there anymore. I quickly tore my arm back, but I could still feel him there. His hard length still twitching in my grasp. My body ached, wanting to feel him in other places. Have his breath warm my skin as he pumped into me.
You’re not his whore, Lana.
“I’m going to bed, Parker.” My hands fisted at my sides. “Be glad I’m sticking to our arrangement and sleeping in the same one as you.”
I thought he’d stop me and remind me of the bouncing on his dick clause. He didn’t. Parker let me storm past him and crawl into bed. Gotta say, out of all the places I’d slept, this was by far the most comfortable. The mattress wrapped around me in a silky cocoon, cradling my body.
“If you want to play this game, Angel, that’s fine,” Parker chuckled and joined me. I barely had time to enjoy the comfort before he pulled me into him and softly growled in my ear, “But you’ll lose.”
As the warmth of his body seeped into my bones, the pit in my stomach fell deeper and deeper down. Because the man rubbing my back, lulling me into a relaxed slumber, was the same one from that night. The Parker Whitley that made me fall in love with him and broke my heart in the span of twelve hours.
My body was on fire,I needed something, but I didn’t know what.
“That’s it, baby,” a husky voice growled in my ear.
Parker! He could give me what I needed.
“Yes.” I moaned and arched back, loving the feel of his hard body against mine.
My mind honed in on his fingertips smoothing across my fevered skin. Slowly dipping lower and lower, closer to the aching apex between my thighs. I reached back, burrowing my fingers in his soft hair, silently begging for something my voice couldn’t articulate. But Parker knew what I wanted. He knew how to answer my body’s desperation.
A long groan escaped my mouth as his lips latched onto me. His tongue worked a hot, wet trail up the side of my neck, but he still wasn’t giving me what I needed. His hand toyed with the waistband of my pajamas, refusing to dip inside and relieve the need throbbing through my clit.
“Please,” I whimpered, arching my hips and grinding my ass against his erection.
Parker released a masculine groan that had my blood boiling. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
His hand slipped under my pants, stealing my ability to think. All I could do in response was fold myself back against him and moan, “More.”
“More what?” His breath wafted over the shell of my ear, sending shivers of anticipation down my spine.
Why was he teasing me? “I need it.”
