CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
PARKER
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W e go back to my place . I’m not in the mood to be in Mary-Anne’s penthouse. While my memories are vague, I have sensed evil in those walls. Or maybe it’s my imagination.
I know Aurora is confused, but so the fuck am I.
She means nothing to me. Right? I like her pussy—no, I love her pussy—and she’s beautiful, but I’m using her.
It doesn’t go any further than that.
Travis just triggered me. Why, I don’t know. Sharing is what we do. Women are in our lives for pleasure and they receive it in return. We never stake a claim, letting them decide if they want one, two, or fuck, even four cocks.
It makes no difference to us.
There’s no sword crossing but when you’ve spent time in a boarding school, you get used to seeing other guys' cocks.
It doesn’t turn me on.
But Travis should have known not to go near Aurora. He knows who she is—the girl from my past. I don’t know what the hell he was doing touching her like that. Or why I reacted. But I can’t think about that right now.
She’s the conduit to the information I need to put my nightmares to bed. But what have I been doing? Wasting time between her thighs. To be fair, coming home every night and having her suck my cock hasn’t been horrible.
At all.
The elevator opens and I hold it so Aurora can step inside my penthouse. The one I never ever bring women back to.
“Holly f... My god Parker. This is incredible.”
Her mother’s penthouse has a great view, but it has nothing on mine. Situated at the top of the building on Billionaire Row in Manhattan, it is worth over fifty million dollars.
I click the lock on the elevator so the guys can’t get up. We all have access to each other’s homes. Not tonight.
I need to breathe.
I need to see Aurora lying in my bed and work out what the fuck is going on in my head.
“Do you want—” She starts, but I slam my mouth down on hers.
Her purse hangs over her arm and I heard the chain tinkle as she reaches to loop her hands behind my neck.
“Let’s shower.”
“We should talk.”
“We can talk in the shower.”
“Not dirty talk.” She scoffs.
I smile.
My hands roam down her back to her ass, and I pick her up. Then walk through my penthouse.
“First, let’s shower and climb into bed.” I turn into my bedroom and she tosses her bag on the bed, then I lower her to the floor and turn on the shower.
“I don’t have any clothes.”
“You can wear mine.” My voice is gravel as I lift her dress over her head and see she has no panties on.
I knew that. But seeing it, knowing she’s been standing next to me bare still makes me hard.
“I’m sore.” Aurora leans into my chest after I rip off my shirt.
“I’ll make it better.”
She shakes her head and walks under the multiple shower heads. “Read the room Parker. You’re not going near my pussy again tonight.”
I follow her in, after removing my shoes and pants. Tipping my head back, I let the water fall over my hair. God it feels good. Then I wipe my hands over my hair and open my eyes, taking a step toward her and crowding her against the tiled shower wall.
With a palm above her head, I lean in and kiss her slowly.
“I said, I’ll take care of it.”
Aurora takes my hard cock in her hand and begins to stroke it. “Does this thing ever not get hard?”
“Not around you.”
She continues stroking me.
“Keep doing that and I’m going to need your tender cunt again.”
“You talk dirty.”
I grin and slide my fingers between her flesh. She’s creamy. “You love it.”
Without warning, she presses into me and almost climbs me. I remove my hand and pick her up, then enter her. She’s open and wet, so I slip in easily.
“Go slow.” Aurora says against my mouth.
This is intimate. Much more intimate than I planned to get with her. More than I’ve been with any woman.
It doesn’t feel like fucking.
Clenching my teeth, I try to push back the emotions that fight for airtime.
I do not like her. I can’t. I like her hot body. How she tightens around my shaft and dances her tongue over the head when she sucks me off.
I need her.
Until I won’t.
Then I will break her little heart and walk away.
Very simple.
“Parker,” she whimpers in my ear and I curse as Aurora falls apart in my arms. Shuddering, her fingers press into my back. Then she peppers kisses on my neck and snuggles into me.
Goddamn her.
I remove my cock and wash us both, holding her up. Then wrap a large white towel around her and carry her into my bedroom.
My bed is turned down, compliments of my housekeeper.
Aurora turns on her side when I place her on the crisp white linen and sleepy eyes watch me.
Fuck.
She’s beautiful.
So goddamn beautiful.
I walk into my closet and grab a T-shirt. It’s an old concert one in dark gray. Returning, I slide it over her head and pull her arms through it.
“Good talk,” she whispers as my mouth gently drops to hers.
“Tomorrow. I promise.” I pull the covers over her, then climb in the other side, tugging her soft bottom against me.
Then, knowing my girl is right where she’s meant to be, I fall deep asleep.