Page 37 of Prey Tell
I’m erring on the side of protective and furious.
Primal play and BDSM are things she should be taking seriously. She’s a good girl. An academic who is smarter than anyone I know. I’m sure she’s scrutinizing all of this in that analytical brain of hers, trying to deduce and compute what’s happening, and maybe she needs a rebound. That’s all. I’m another lab rat to her. She’s curious. Too bad I’m not her teacher. This is not something she can research in a day. It’s innate; a primal need. The complete opposite of what she’s used to. If she really wants to know, she can put that doctorate degree to good use. However, a part of me wonders if she’ll ever be able to turn that part of her off completely. If she wants to learn about this, she’s going to need to figure out how.
My eyes flick to her lips briefly before the elevator dings, and we walk inside.
That kiss…
Fuck.I’ll be thinking of that kiss for the rest of my life, and it’s taking every fucking ounce of strength I have not to savor her tongue inside of my mouth again. As the doors slide closed, I think of the little, breathy moans she made against my lips. The way I could feel her heart racing, knowing I affected her like that… knowing it was just a kiss, knowing I could make her scream if I ever got the chance to offer her more.
I’m distracted the entire elevator ride down, and when the doors slide open, I place a hand on her lower back, guiding her to the front door of the building. I nod at the security guard as he scowls at Parker. Walking her over to my driver parked right outside, she twists out of my grasp and looks at me with a pinched expression. My eyes scan the streets of downtown Crestwood briefly before I turn them back to her. It’s quiet tonight. No cameras or an audience, which is good. The last thing I need is for people to overhear our conversation.
For herbrotherto find out we were together tonight.
“Why don’t you want me here?” she asks. I stop and stare at her.What the fuck do I say to that? Of course I want her here. But that in and of itself is the issue. I want her heretoomuch.Luckily for me, she saves me the embarrassment and continues talking. “I don’t know how I got to this point in my life.” Her voice sounds so small. Crossing her arms, she leans against the black SUV. “Sex is so complicated sometimes.” I stiffen. Where the hell is she going with this? “Did you know that Dylan never made me come?”
I blink. “Never?”
“Never,” she confirms, looking away. “Not once. And the guy before him? Nope. The guy before him? Not even close. And the—”
“Jesus, Parker,” I murmur, shaking my head. “I do not need to hear about all of your sexual escapades.” She smirks as she looks up at me andfuck me.I don’t regret kissing her. But I do regret waiting so long. “Have any of them made you come?” I ask tentatively.
She shakes her head, and my cock instantly hardens.
Not a single one.
I could be the first.
Something dark and possessive rips through me at the thought. Of my head between her shaking legs, feeling her body quiver underneath me, being the first to feel how tight her cunt would grip me…
The only indication I give her is a tight curl of my fists. Besides, how the hell is that possible? Parker is… she’s fucking stunning.
She’s been playing with mere boys. I suck my cheeks in as I glare down at her. “I gave you one piece of advice all those years ago, and you didn’t even take it?” I tease.
She grins.There she is.I relax instantly as we drop back into our normal charade.
“I don’t think Dylan was ever in love with me,” she adds, biting her lower lip. “To be fair, I don’t think I was in love with him either—”
“Hold on a second,” I growl. “He’s not sure if he’s in love with you? Parker… the man you choose to spend the rest of your life with should be shouting his love from the fucking rooftops.” I rub my mouth and sigh. “Not sure if he loves you… fucking hell. Listen to me,” I tell her, suddenly filled with the desire toshowher how it should be—even if I can’t be the one to give it to her. “You deserve someone who will make damn sure you know that you hold his heart in your hand. Someone who will love you with every cell in his body. There should be no question.Ever.”
She cocks her head as she assesses me. “Do you ever take your own advice, Ravage?”
I let out a dark chuckle. “I’m not looking for love, Parker. I’m looking for a good fuck.”
It’s true. Even if I wanted to be that man for her, I’m not capable.
And I certainly don’t deserve her.
Her pupils darken at my words. “Is that what all of this is for you? Just a good fuck?”
“Yes. Usually.”
She considers my words as she continues to bite that damn lip. “Why do you still call me Parker?”
Her question comes out of left field, and for the first time in a long time, I’m stunned. I know I should get her inside the car so that Diego can drive her home, but I’m torn between wanting to leave her be, and wanting to see where this goes. I reach a hand out, wanting to touch her face, but then I drop it to my side.
“Because it reminds me of who you are. Because it reminds me that your brother is my best friend. It’s a constant reminder ofwhoyou are tohim.And I can’t lose him, because he’s the only person who sees me for who I am, and not for the bloodline I was born into. Calling you Parker keeps me grounded. It keeps me from doing something utterly stupid.”
“Like what?” she asks, her voice tight and breathy.
