Chapter 33 Parker
PARKER
The fabric practically spilled through my fingers as I held it in front of me. I’d never owned such a delicate piece of clothing, and because of that, I was almost scared to put it on.
The pink lingerie came with a top that was so transparent I doubted it’d cover a single thing.
Tiny pink flowers in all shades accented the bra, but the sheer camisole that was attached was bare of those details, the delicate pink fabric splitting down the middle to show off my bump.
The panties matched, flowers spread across the front before turning into thin straps that held the thong together.
I’d had the bright idea to surprise Beckham after all he’d done for me for Christmas, and now I was slowly regretting it. Wearing sexy outfits was not my forte, and I wasn’t sure what had come over me to think I’d like it any more while my body was changing the way that it was.
I loved my bump, but my insecurities got the best of me most days.
“Okay,” I huffed at my reflection in the mirror, fisting the lingerie at my side. I was wearing Beckham’s shirt that hung to my thighs, so all it’d take was removing that one piece of clothing and I’d be naked. “I’m just going to try it on, and if I hate it, I can take it off. No biggie, right?”
I placed the set on the dresser beside me before shucking off the shirt. His clothing made me comfortable, even though I’d had a hard time feeling that way in my skin recently—but I could do this. And even if I hated it, at least I tried.
I slipped on the flimsy lingerie, adjusting my breasts in each of the cups. The camisole fell seamlessly on either side of my bump, and somehow the slight coverage gave me a boost of confidence as my eyes skimmed my body in the mirror.
I had to give the boutique clerk credit—the pink really did complement my skin tone. The stitched flowers gave it a nice touch, drawing some attention away from my nipples on full display under the thin material.
With a heavy breath, I decided to keep it on for a few minutes. Beckham hadn’t texted me that he was on his way home from the ranch yet, so I had time to decide if I still wanted to go through with this.
I grabbed Beckham’s shirt from where it was puddled on the floor and folded it, setting it on the end of the bed. Then I padded into the bathroom to touch up my lip gloss, dabbing my finger along my lips as if making sure it was set perfectly was important.
After, I washed my hands, taking my time with the soap and rinsing them thoroughly. With a squeak of the handle, I turned the water off and headed back into the room.
“Parker, you in here?”
Beckham’s voice had me freezing at the end of the bed.
Shit, shit, shit.
I quickly glanced down at my body, then to the shirt on the bed. I could still—
“Holy shit.”
My head snapped up. Beckham was frozen midstep in the doorway, one hand on the doorframe and the other raised slightly, like he really had stopped in his tracks.
My face flamed. I was so exposed, and he was standing there in a dirty white T-shirt, jeans, chaps, scuffed boots, and a cowboy hat.
But even with embarrassment coursing through me at a frantic pace, I couldn’t deny the heat building between my legs.
If I wasn’t careful, I’d likely drip straight onto the floor with the amount of thread these panties had.
“Parker, you’re—”
“Crazy?”
He shook his head, but not only in answer. He seemed to be in disbelief.
“Fucking beautiful.”
My hands clasped together in front of me, my bump making the position awkward. “I wanted to surprise you. I didn’t know you were coming home already. You said you’d text me when you were on the way.”
He finally took a step, but the act was forced, like he was learning how to walk for the first time. “I wanted to surprise you, too.”
My brows furrowed. “You did? With what?”
His head moved back and forth again, and he came even closer. “That’s not real important right now, Park.” His gaze moved down my body, slow and hungry. “Fuck, Parker. You’re—” His lips formed a thin line before he wiped a hand down his face.
“This is too much, isn't it?”
His head shook more frantically now and he closed the distance between us, clasping my hands in his own. “Not at all. You’ve just got me a little speechless.”
That had a weight lifting off my chest, and I tilted my head back a little more as some of the shyness left me. “Really?”
He let out an incredulous chuckle. “Really.”
That ravenous look in his eyes and the way I could feel his hard cock through his jeans, pressing against my bare thigh, had me shoving away all traces of my insecurities.
My hands landed on his chest and I lightly shoved him backward until his ass hit the edge of the dresser.
His tongue ran over his bottom lip as I gathered his shirt in my fists.
I tugged it upward, his hat falling to the dresser as I pulled his shirt off the rest of the way. With it slung to the floor behind me, I dropped to my knees and began working at his belt.
He started to unclasp the top of his chaps, but I set my hand over his, stopping him. “Leave those on.”
He braced his hands on the lip of the dresser behind him, letting me continue.
I unzipped the outer zippers, then got to work.
Once I had his boots, socks, jeans, and underwear off, I looked up.
He was looming over me in only his chaps while I slowly slid the zipper back up his legs.
The tip of his cock was glistening, and I stuck my tongue out, lapping up the precum beading there.
Beckham hissed in a breath, fingers digging into the wood. “Your tongue is going to be my undoing, baby.”
“What do you mean?” I feigned innocence, batting my eyelashes before dragging my tongue up the length of his cock.
He tossed his head back, veins bulging in his arms as he worked to restrain himself. “You’re going to make me explain?”
“Please do.”
His hand moved, tangling in my hair as he met my eyes.
“How you lick me.” His other hand cupped my chin, thumb moving over my jaw to tug down my bottom lip.
I popped open my mouth and he slid it in, pressing down on my tongue.
“How you show me I’m yours. How you lap up every last drop of me and are always hungry for more. ”
His thumb stroked down the length of my tongue until it reached the end.
With my hand wrapped around his cock, I lined the tip up beside his hand, resting it on my taste buds.
He moved his thumb to the head of his cock, pressing down on it as he slid past my lips.
Saliva pooled in my mouth and I opened my lips wider, needing him deeper.
Beckham watched intently as he gripped the base and slid in and out of my mouth. After a few thrusts, I wrapped my lips around him and sucked hard. He sucked in a breath, quickly pulling out and reaching for me.
He hauled me up by my armpits and spun us around so that my ass was planted on the dresser and he was between my legs.
I braced my hands behind me, fingers brushing his discarded hat.
I grabbed it, placing it back on his head.
His hand trailed down my outer thigh until it hooked under my knee, hiking my leg up around his hip.
My back arched as he weaved his fingers into the hair at the base of my neck and tilted my head.
He pressed his lips to mine, his tongue slipping into my mouth. He hooked his fingers in the straps of my panties before tugging them off me. They slipped down my ankles, falling to the floor at his feet.
With his hand hooked under my knee again, he tugged me closer to the edge until we were lined up perfectly.
I reached between us, gripping his cock while running the tip along my clit. My moan was earth-shattering in the midst of our heavy breathing.
“You like when my cock rubs your needy little clit, don’t you?” Beckham murmured into my mouth.
A whimper was my only response.
He ran his hand down my front until he replaced my hand on his cock with his own. It took no time at all for him to slide inside of me. I nearly fell apart right then, my body wound so tight at the sight of him in only his chaps and hat. I was just as feral for him as he was for me.
He held me steady, both hands hooked behind my knees now as he drilled into me over and over again. With each thrust, his chain bounced against his now-glistening chest.
I kept one hand braced behind me to keep me upright, and the other tangled in his chain before looping around the back of his neck to tug his mouth down to mine.
As we kissed, he plucked his hat off and set it on my head.
He tugged me a little closer, the angle making the head of his cock hit that blissful spot inside of me.
Our mouths parted as my head tilted back, the way he ravished me taking over my strength.
My core tightened as he moved his lips to my neck, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin.
“Beckham,” I breathed, his name a plea and a curse.
“Let go for me, Parker. Show me how fucking wet I make you.” The rasp in his voice had me sucking in a breath.
“Only if you do, too.” My hand moved to his hair, pulling on the strands in a desperate need to hold onto something.
A rush of air burst out of him, warming my neck. “Baby, I’ve been ready since the moment I walked into this room and saw you wearing this.”
My fingernails dug into the wood as I couldn’t take it anymore. His thrusts became more frantic, his pace intoxicating. I screamed out as I came, my limbs stiffening before they dissolved into a shivering mess as the force of my orgasm overtook every bone in my body.
My walls clenched around his cock, and he held my legs even tighter as he seated himself deep inside me and came.
As we both came down from our highs and caught our breaths, he peppered kisses all over my neck and collarbone. Then I remembered.
“What was your surprise?”
His cheeks lifted against my skin as he smiled. “You’re going to have to put some clothes on to see it.”
“Because it’s outside, or because you can’t see me wearing this without getting worked up?”
He chuckled softly before raising his head to look at me. “Both. But definitely that second part. This lingerie will give me a boner from hell if you keep it on, even if I just made a mess of you.”
I pouted. “But it’s so cute.”
“Park, cute doesn’t describe how this thing looks on you.” He ran the camisole through his fingers. “I might have to lock you up for being this fucking sexy.”
The corner of my mouth ticked up at the thought. “I might not be opposed to that.”
His cock twitched where it was still seated inside me. “You’re playing a dangerous game if you want to see your surprise.”
“Okay, okay. Fine. I’ll be good.” My palms flattened on his stomach, giving him a light shove. “You need to move so I can get dressed.”
He groaned at the idea. I wished we could stay like this forever, too.
After he pulled out of me and cleaned our mess up with a towel from the bathroom, he helped me out of my top and into the shirt I’d been wearing before. I opened a drawer, searching for a pair of pants, and frowned.
“What is it?” Beckham asked as he worked on taking his chaps off and dressing in his clothes.
“All of my pants are dirty aside from my jeans, and I have no hope they’ll button with my stomach this big now.”
“So don’t wear any.”
My head spun to look at him. “What’s this surprise, exactly?”
He shrugged. “A surprise.”
I let out a little hmph. “Fine. If you won’t tell me, then maybe I’ll just not wear any panties, either.”
His body froze mid-tug on his boot. “Parker.” There was a warning there.
“What?” I asked innocently. “It’s not lingerie.”
He shoved his foot the rest of the way into the boot, then straightened. “It’s nearly worse.”
I mimicked his shrug. “Oh, well.”
I tugged on my cowgirl boots, opting for no panties just to see him riled up while he showed me whatever it was he had in store.
“You know, it’s not fair you keep surprising me with things,” I said, crossing my arms.
He moved until he was standing in front of me, tilting my chin up with a knuckle. “I like to spoil my girl. Gotta make up for the last ten years somehow, don’t I?”
I rolled my eyes, which resulted in him giving me a quick peck on the mouth.
“Come on.” He wrapped his hand around mine and led me through the house until we were out the front door and crossing to his dad’s horse trailer. It was hooked up to the back of Beckham’s truck, but with the overcast sky and tree blocking the way, I couldn’t see what was in it from here.
“What did you do?” I questioned as he brought me to a stop at the back of the trailer. He unhooked his hand from mine, moving to open the door.
And when the gap widened, my heart stopped.
Tex—the horse I’d sold when I found out I was pregnant—stood at the far end of the trailer with a big blue bow braided into his mane.
“Beckham.” My voice was shock in its purest form.
“He’s your baby too, Parker. Wasn’t a chance in hell I was going to let you two live apart after you told me.”
“But I sold him. He was with a new family.” My head couldn’t wrap around how unbelievable this was.
“I offered ‘em something better.”
I turned to face Beckham. “What was that?”
“A horse that wasn’t already stolen by the heart of a girl who could change worlds and move mountains.”
Tears stung at my eyes as I threw myself at Beckham, pressing my cheek to his chest. “Thank you.”
He wrapped his arms around me, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Anything for you, Park.”
I let him go, hopping into the trailer to cross to Tex. He nickered as I approached, ears perked and eyes homed in on me. I ran a hand down his shoulder before circling my arms around his neck in a hug.
“You’re home for good, Texxy.”
He pawed at the ground, and at the same time, a little foot kicked inside my stomach.
I let out a watery laugh, nuzzling my head harder against Tex’s neck.
I’d never felt like I had a good family growing up, but this one was starting to make up for it without a doubt.