Parker
All I could think about while stepping through that door after a tough day at practice, was holding my girl. Sucking in her sweet scent and settling back into a nice quiet night at home. Get some food, watch a flick–Steel Magnolias, her favorite–and have myself a little dessert. The perfect night, with the perfect girl. And what did I find when I walked into that kitchen? Some motherfucker eyeing up my woman. Whispering shit in her ear.
I should kill him.
Had three different plans to dispose of his body before the next breath left my lips.
“Parker should be home any minute.”
That’s right, baby, you tell him. Poor thing didn’t know what to do when shit got real with her ‘friend’.
My fists balled. I’d told Lana I didn’t like the way this prick looked at her. But did she listen? No. My angel, sweet little thing that she was, thought they were just friends. Guys like Logan and Mason used the friend claim all the time. Because girls never suspected their friends. It was a good thing she had me around to protect her from fucks like Luke Lannister.
After my angel got that note, this prick was at the top of my list of suspects. Luke Lannister from Ohio. Star track runner turned assistant coach. He’d won multiple trophies, was offered numerous scholarships, and carried both his high school and college team to championships. Exactly the kind of athlete Ashworth would recruit. Even though he was just a runner.
Pfft. Pussy.
Luke’s sparkling eyes locked with mine as his lips curled and he leaned in closer to my girl.
This prick wants to die.
“Good,” he said, “I’d like to fuck him too.”
My brow lifted. That shit, I was not expecting. I didn’t like being caught off guard. Fuck this guy.
“Care to run that by me!”
My angel squeaked and jumped back, while the smile on Luke’s face spread wide.
“Parker,” Lana’s pretty eyes glittered with shame and fear, making me want to hurt this fucker even more. “When did you get home?”
Just in time, Angel. I got home just in time.
“Come here, Baby.” I opened my arms and ushered her to me.
Lana jumped off the stool and rushed into my embrace. Keeping my eyes on the prick watching us, I leaned down and took her mouth in a deep kiss. Fuck, she tasted good. My dick sprang to life the second her tongue touched mine.
“You want to hit me right now,” Luke rested his elbow on the island and tipped his head, “Don’t you?”
Fuck yeah I want to hit you. Cocky, smug, fuck.
“Parker,” My sweet angel’s voice flowed through my ears, pulling back the red blurring my vision. “Don’t,” she warned, placing her palm on my cheek. “Please.”
I gazed into her hazel eyes, studying the way her pupils dilated while her breath came out in short shallow gasps. Was my angel turned on? Suddenly I was eyeing the asshole sitting in my kitchen for a different reason. After all, there were other ways to teach pricks like him a lesson. Besides, I wouldn’t mind seeing what was under his jeans and shirt. Hell, I could see the outline of his cock from here.
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Luke rose off the stool and stalked across the room. “How good I’d feel.” His hand swept down Lana’s back, making her shiver in my arms. “How good she feels.” His eyes rolled up to mine as he stepped in, flattening his front against my angel’s back. “How good we’d feel.”
Fuck.The gasp that left Lana’s mouth had my dick trying to punch through the fabric of my jeans. I liked the way her feminine body looked, sandwiched between two walls of muscle. How she quietly trembled in confusion and arousal. My hand slid down her back, grazing over Luke’s hard-on, and I reached down and cupped her ass. Firm and hard, while tugging her soft body into mine.
“You want to fuck him, baby?”
“What?” Her eyes flew from me to the man behind her. “Um… I don’t…”
A smirk tugged at Luke’s features. I wasn’t the only one getting turned on by her uncertainty. He swirled a strand of her hair between his fingers and asked, “Think she can handle it?”
My angel could handle anything. She just needed a little reassurance.
I took a step back, pulling Lana with me, and then spun her around while nodding at the other man. “Take your clothes off.”