Chapter 9 #5
Parker grunts in agreement with his eyes still closed tight.
I run my fingers through his hair, smiling when he tips farther into my touch.
He’s just as touch starved as I am. Both of us are in desperate need of tender care.
The pastina is still warm thanks to the insulated bag they dropped it off in.
After filling two bowls, I place one bowl with a spoon in front of Parker, then sit with my own bowl at the table, beside him this time.
He blinks his eyes open and gives me a strange look.
“This way I’ll be close if you need help,” I explain before taking a big spoonful of the pastina.
Oh. It is better than Mom’s. She made this so much when we were little, and often when I was in the worst of the chemotherapy.
It was basically the only thing I could keep down for a few weeks. “Eat, come on,” I urge him.
By the time I’m halfway done with my soup, Parker has inhaled his entire bowl.
Jesus. Before I can tell him no, he’s standing to wash his dish at the sink and place it into the dishwasher.
He rummages through the cabinet like he lives here, then pulls out a bottle of standard pain reliever I keep on hand.
He downs three of them dry before grabbing a bottle of cold water from the fridge.
“I’ll be in bed,” Parker says tiredly.
Once I finish my pastina, I wash my own bowl. Climbing the stairs to join him in my bedroom, I’m confused to find no Parker. Worry slashes through me for a moment. I force myself to take a calm breath and seek him out in the guest room. He stands there with some clothes in his hand.
He looks up when he hears me come close. “I was just grabbing some things to keep in your room.”
“Just move it all into my room.”
Parker stares at me. “Mason, that’s a little—”
“I want you there.”
His jaw firms up. “You might not want me there every night, so no, I’m not going to move my stuff in there just yet. But I’ll stay in there while it feels like I’ve been sent through a meat grinder, okay?”
That’s acceptable. “All right.”
“And once my entire body doesn’t feel like one giant bruise, you’re going to ride me until we come our brains out, okay?”
A hush falls over us. All I can do is nod, and Parker looks far too pleased at my reaction. I move aside so he can pass by me, obviously tired and worn out. Instead of going to the bed, he goes into the bathroom. Looking at me over his shoulder, he lifts an eyebrow in question.
“Should I brush my teeth?”
I feel my face flush with warmth and all I can do is nod.
He takes off his glasses first, setting them on the edge of the vanity.
Parker painstakingly brushes his teeth like he did the night before, like he’s going to be inspected.
Once he’s done, I brush my teeth to return the kindness.
While I do that, Parker turns the shower on and then steps into the shower gloriously naked, the firm muscles of his butt making dimples appear at the top. I’ve never brushed my teeth faster.
Steam fills the bathroom, making everything hazy and very sexy.
My heart pounds with the thrill of desire, not anxiety, and it’s such a welcome change that I feel a little dizzy with it.
When I step into the shower, Parker’s standing under the water with his head tipped back, looking so sexy and beautiful that my mouth dries.
“Maybe in the shower jizz won’t freak you out?” Parker asks, voice husky.
Pictures flash through my brain of my cock in his mouth, his cock in my hand, our cocks pressed together—so many vivid horny images that my dick hardens at a speed I didn’t think possible. Parker’s gaze flicks down to my rapidly hardening dick, then back up to my face.
“I think maybe that’s a yes?”
“Let’s try.” I throw myself into Parker’s soapy arms, slashing our mouths together with a groan from the very deepest, darkest pits of me. “I want you so much it scares me.”
“Mace,” Parker growls against my mouth. He deepens the kiss, licking into my mouth, making my toes curl against the slippery shower tile.
The force of my desire for Parker could bring me to my knees, but it’s more likely to make me weep.
Crying right now would be beyond embarrassing.
Instead of focusing on the emotions, I let my brain quiet under his lips moving firmly against mine.
Careful of his ribs, I wrap my arms around his neck, going up on my tiptoes so that we’re even as we kiss, making him not need to bend at all.
He grips my hips roughly but doesn’t tug me close, just holds me like if he lets go, I’ll disappear.
I pull away from his mouth to trace my fingers down his neck, his arms, then trace back up to dance them along his collarbone.
“Touching you like this… It feels like a prayer.” That’s the only way I can explain it.
I’m not a religious man, and I didn’t grow up religious, but here in the lowlight of the shower, touching Parker’s shower-warmed skin, this feels as close to godliness as I’ll ever get.
I tap his belly with my fingers. “Can I kiss you here?”
“Oh Jesus Christ,” Parker says with a moan, slamming his eyes shut as if in pain. “You’re going to fucking kill me.”
“I hope not.” I dip down to press a soft kiss to his belly. Water gathers on my lips, and I lick it away as I stand back up. “I don’t know where to start.”
“Let me,” Parker says darkly, his desire-laden voice sending a deep shiver down my spine. “Can I touch your dick? I’m all squeaky clean…”
I nod because I don’t trust myself to speak.
Parker reaches down to take my dick in his hand, and I gasp, looking between us to watch his broad palm stroke me from the base to the tip.
My breath hitches painfully in my chest when he swipes his thumb over the head, gathering the pre-cum that’s gathered there.
I lift my gaze to his to find his eyes caught on me, like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“Mason, keep your eyes on me. I want to watch the pleasure crash over you.”
All I can do is nod again. I keep my eyes on his deep green eyes, lost in the magnetism that’s solely Parker. He squeezes me at the base, then strokes again, this time his pressure a little firmer, making me gasp and snap my hips into his hold. His teeth flash white when he grins at my pleasure.
“You feel so good in my hand, Mace. Warm and solid and real. One day when you’re ready, I’ll suck you off, and I know I’ll love it.
Wanna know why?” Parker asks breathlessly, like he’s just as turned on as I am.
But I don’t dare look down, not when I’m caught like a deer in headlights.
“Because everything about you is sexy to me. Everything. The way you let me boss you around but have no qualms with bossing me right back. Your shock of auburn hair that never lies flat. The way you hold a gun like you were fucking born to kill, just like I was. God. I never thought someone could turn me on so much.”
“Parker,” I whimper as my toes curl with pleasure.
“Can you touch me too?” Parker begs, voice hitching on the words.
I hold his gaze as I reach down to take him in my hand, gasping at the hot, steel weight of him in my grip.
Words don’t seem to come so easy to Parker once I’m trailing my hand up and down his cock.
I take my time with him, trying to parse out what makes his lips part, what makes his eyes go just a little bit narrower.
My orgasm doesn’t sneak up on me like usual, instead it slams into me.
I snap my hips into Parker’s firm grip and gasp, eyes widening when Parker’s grin grows at the sight of me falling apart.
He leans down quick and sure to take my mouth in a searing kiss.
He tastes like sin and joy when he gasps into my mouth, his warm semen coating my hand.
Parker steps back quickly so the water rushes over us before my brain can fully process the feeling.
I blink up at him as water splashes over me, catching his gaze with my own. Caught in the pleasure still rolling over us, I see everything I need to know in Parker’s gaze. I’ll never question him again—his want for me, his devotion. It’s there plain as day on his beautiful face.
“Oh, Parker.” Tipping up onto my toes, I wrap my arms around his neck to kiss him soft and slow, a kiss at odds with the sparks of pleasure still rattling through me. “Thank you.”
“I want you so much, Mason. You’ve no idea.”
“I do,” I whisper into his ear. “I want you just as much.”
“I’m so tired,” Parker admits warily.
“Let’s go lie down.”
I tenderly dry Parker off with a new towel, doing my best to avoid his painfully bruised ribs. Parker can’t stop watching me, can’t keep his eyes off me, and I try not to preen under his heady gaze.