24. Parker
PARKER
While she’s getting ready, I browse online and buy some things for her room. A TV first, maybe a video game. I don’t know if she’s a video game person, but she should have the option. I pay the ridiculous price to be sure it's here quickly.
Thirty minutes later—quite a bit more than I wanted—we stand out in front of Bellthorn.
A strong chill clings to the morning air, and I shake out my extremities, trying to get some heat into them.
I worry that Sable might be cold, but she jogs in place to get her blood moving, and she’s wearing a jacket, hat, and mittens.
Dressed in all white with hair like sheets of snow, she’s probably the most precious thing I’ve ever seen in my life, but she doesn’t seem particularly cold.
Which is a bit of a letdown because I’d love an excuse to wrap an arm around her.
I know better than to think she wants that from me right now.
Sable looks around with this awestruck little expression.
Her expression seems crystal clear, yet I still can’t tell precisely what she’s thinking.
It bothers me that I don’t know her well enough to decide on her own.
Then she makes it worse with her silence.
I want her to tell me without asking, and I silently urge her to do just that.
Her secrets should easily flow out of her and into me.
I’m more than big enough to hold them. I am the only one who will keep her safe.
“What are you thinking?” I ask through my teeth when it’s clear she won’t come clean on her own.
“It’s been a couple of days since I’ve been outside, and I don’t know.
It’s prettier this time…” She looks around at the hanging mist and trees like she can’t quite decide what’s different.
I think it’s just a little bit of time spent at the university.
I’m a nature person, and the ancient stone castle often gives me the creeps when I’ve been inside it for too long.
Many of my weekends are spent away, enjoying the sun a few hours west of here. I avoid my father like the plague.
“It can be a lot in there,” I say, and she flinches. The slightest guilt pangs me. I don’t want to make her life difficult, but that’s exactly what I’ve done. She takes a deep breath and composes herself. Rather than forcing her to respond to me when she’s struggling not to cry, I say, “Come on.”
We start at a very slow jog, not just to warm up, but so she can keep up with me.
Being in her presence is the goal of today, before the big game, anyway, and possibly convincing her to root for me at the game.
So running off without her wouldn’t do me any good, and after yesterday?
I’m sure she’s going to be lagging. I want her to sit at the game and watch me, serving as my lucky charm, but if that’s going to work, she has to want to.
“How are you feeling today?” I ask, my eyes sliding over her petite form. She’s so curvy, but she’s so small, too. The public is obsessed with Sable and the curse of the Briarwicks, and I’m constantly worried something may happen to her.
“Don’t act like you care,” she snarks, still struggling to get her emotions in check. I don’t blame her. She’s been through so much, but she will learn not to bite the hand that feeds her.
“I need to know how hard I can push you, don’t I?”
She hardens her expression and tips up her jaw. “I’m fine, Parker. Worry about yourself.”
I laugh, but turn my head forward and focus on my run.
She keeps up with my slow pace fine, but after about a mile, I pick it up.
Before we’ve gone a quarter mile at that pace, she’s struggling.
I try to avoid looking at her as much as possible, but each time I break, which happens repeatedly, she’s even prettier and angrier than the last time I saw her.
She’s pissed as hell while I oscillate between wanting to fuck her over a tree stump and right in the dirt.
I’m allowed to do either, and the fact that she wouldn’t dare deny me makes me rock hard.
This isn’t any better than the bed, and I need a run in the morning.
My routine is everything. She pants as I increase the speed a little more.
“Why did you want me to come if you weren’t going to talk to me?” Sable grunts behind me, and I sense the conversation is a way to force me to slow down without asking for a break.
“You’re pretty.” I shrug, feeling she’s a few feet behind me now.
“What good does that do you while you’re running?”
“Right now, not much, but if you were faster, I wouldn’t mind chasing you.”
She’s very quiet as I vividly picture pinning her to the ground right here.
“What would happen if you caught me?” Her curiosity is far from innocent, and I’m slow to let her catch up with me and read her expression. The way she purses her lips tells me that she knows, and her plan worked.
“When I catch you,” I correct, nodding to our feet and how much faster than her I am.
“Whatever.”
“Has anyone ever fucked that tight ass?”
She doesn’t answer, but her cheeks go red.
“That’s what I would do—chase you, pin you to the ground, and fuck that tight virgin ass right here in the woods.”
“I-I don’t know about that,” she stammers. “I have other good holes…”
“You know you’re here for group sex, right?
” I reach out and grab her hand, stopping her in her tracks.
Her ponytail flies out behind her. When I turn her around, she has to look up all the way to see my face.
Her warm body presses against mine, and the delicious smell of soft flowers and vanilla wraps around my heart and my cock—exactly how I remember.
She needs to feel my intensity, maybe my cock too, since we’re far enough out now.
“It’s not always going to be just one or two of us.
All of us are going to want our dicks wet, Sable, and trust me, you can’t afford to be precious about that if you plan on fulfilling all our needs. ”
“What if I can’t do that?” Her eyes are wide, and her cheeks are turning pale as the real insecurity behind the villain heiress reveals itself. Unlike the guys, I’ve always known this about her. Sable is far softer than anyone expects.
“ Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Sable?” I ask, letting my jealousy get the better of me.
I need her to tell me for sure if there’s someone out there I need to kill or not.
I don’t have a fetish, but I know I can’t have any of her other firsts, and I’m desperate for some part of Sable that belongs to just me.
She shakes her head, and my cock pulses with near pain as my eyes roll back.
I reach around her, hands digging into the thick globes and pulling her toward me.
She stares at me in confusion, but she’ll figure out what’s happening soon enough.
She gasps this pretty little sound as I force her lips against mine and skate my tongue across hers.
Lightning shoots through my body when she returns my kiss.
“Can your first time in my ass not be in the woods?” she asks while kissing me.
I’m pleased enough by her being willing to try that I nod and swipe my tongue deeper.
Right as I’m on the path to fuck her tight pussy here in the woods, someone calls my name.
Fuck , I groan in disappointment as I pull back, but keep Sable’s hand in mine.
A moment later, Andrew Bernette, another one of the players on the team, pops up down the hill about an eighth of a mile away.
“Park, Coach needs you!” he shouts with his hands cupped around his mouth.
“Can he wait?” I shout back.
He shakes his head. “Emergency.”
I groan again, hands going through my hair in frustration. I can’t stand to have my alone time with Sable interrupted, but I owe a few different people, and Coach is one of them. Plus, it’s game night.
“Come on,” I say, not waiting for her to respond. Keeping her hand in mine, I force her to run all the way back to the school.