Page 59 of Happenstance
I’m such a child.
“Angel,” Parker’s voice vibrated through the door, “You okay in there?”
Parker Whitley loved me. I was so not okay.
“I’m fine.” I eyed my unruly dark hair, bony hips, and protruding belly. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
A minute? You sure about that?
More concerned with how I looked, I didn’t hear Parker walk in until his bare chest appeared in the mirror behind me.
His grey eyes skimmed over me as the corner of his mouth lifted. “You look cute.”
My lip curled. Cute? I didn’t want to be cute. I wanted to be hot, sexy, or beautiful. Cute was something a guy said to his kid sister.
Parker swept my hair off my shoulder and ran his fingers down the side of my neck. “You look nervous.”
“Why would I be nervous?” I asked, praying my thundering pulse wouldn’t give me away. Each furious pump echoed through my bones, shaking my already trembling body.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he purred and leaned in, grazing his lips off the shell of my ear, “I promise to take it easy on you this time.”
I didn’t say anything. Just stood there staring at his hooded gaze in the mirror. Watching the way he watched me. How his eyes darkened as his hands slid down my sides. The need etched across his face caused my core to clench. This shouldn’t be happening. This man had forced me to move in with him and tricked me into marriage. I should be slapping him, not enjoying the way my skin tingled.
Parker’s hands skimmed over my stomach and up my shirt. My lips parted in a breathy gasp as his fingers gently tugged on my nipple, working the small nubs into hardened peaks. I should’ve pulled away. Put a stop to this before things got out of hand. Instead, I melted into him. Flopping my head back on his chest. What he was doing felt so good, my body wouldn’t listen to my mind.
Did I want it to?
Before I knew what was happening, Parker pulled my shirt off and latched his mouth onto my neck. Hot tongue darting out to taste every inch of skin he kissed.
Say something, Lana!
“Did you like watching me fuck Brady?”
My mouth opened with a breathy, “Yes.”
Not that!
I fought hard to push back the images flooding my mind, but they kept coming. Wet, naked, muscled bodies pressed up against each other. Parker’s hand firmly holding the other man, fingers digging into the back of his skull as he plowed into him.
“You’re wet just thinking about it, aren’t you?”
No,I thought as my thighs squeezed together.
“Mmm,” Parker purred in a gravely tone that I felt deep in my core, “My dirty girl. I’m going to fuck you so good.”
Why did that sound so hot coming from him?
“Parker…”
My objection was cut off when his fingers slid through the slippery mess my pussy was making and pressed down on my clit. I was seriously starting to think that small bundle of nerves was an instant shut off button.
Ding.
Your brain is now offline.
His fingers worked me, pulling and swirling my nub, drawing me closer to the edge of bliss.
Screw it. Why should I fight it? Parker made me feel good, and there was nothing wrong with that.
