Chapter 11 #4
“Okay, you are all children. I am not touching any of you. Puke. Gross. Nasty children. I am here because your benefactor has hired me full-time! I am now on the payroll like all of you.” Claude does jazz hands and grins like a maniac, sending a shiver of fear rolling through me.
“I am here because one of you is in jail for bad crimes, yes?”
Hayden stares at Claude, then starts laughing hysterically like he’s heard the funniest joke of all time.
He lifts his good hand to his eyes and squeezes, and Parker shrugs at me when I look at him for help.
Once he’s done laughing, Hayden lets out a little whistle and leans his head back against the chair once again.
“I’m going to need to be sedated to survive this,” Hayden says, voice thin and shaky.
“Boss?” Dante asks, voice just south of tender.
Hayden sighs loudly and rolls his head again to look at Claude. “So, how are you supposed to help us get Jacob out of jail?”
“I am not helping you get him out of jail. I am helping you track down the people who are sabotaging him. Because we all know Parker killed the first senator, and the little redhead psycho killed his uncle.” Claude grins at us all, blinking his eyes in a cloying way that makes me feel a little ill. “Right?”
“What made you come to that conclusion?” Parker asks with perfect political correctness.
Claude snorts in obvious derision. “If you think no one knows what you are doing… you are delusional. That is why I gave that one so many scars, yes?” He points at Reid, who narrows his eyes with a glare so defiant and angry, I feel it in my bones.
“Now, we should probably all get to work. It will take much effort to get the twin out of jail. They want to bury him.”
“But why?” I ask with a quick look around the room. “I don’t understand why they’d pin it on Jacob?”
Claude shrugs and pouts. “He was the one left at the scene. If it had been you, they would have pinned it on you.”
Hayden swears before leaning forward to drop his head into his uninjured hand.
Dante makes an awkward sort of face, then leans over to grip Hayden’s shoulder tight, shaking a little in an obvious effort to make Hayden feel less alone.
I get the odd feeling that we’re all missing something.
There has to be a piece of the puzzle to tell us why someone has decided to implicate Jacob in a crime he didn’t commit.
Especially if someone knows that it was actually Parker and me.
Wait.
“I sent all that dirt on senators and congressmen, even certain business owners, to my uncle,” I say, thinking out loud more than anything.
Everyone turns to look at me, including a harried Hayden.
I rub my hands together awkwardly before continuing.
“Maybe… Maybe all of that would be of value to someone and they would protect us. Maybe we just need to find the right buyer?”
Claude claps. “Finally, I can be of use. Give me an hour.”
Claude disappears back to the front door, carefully slips his shoes on, then steps outside before any of us can ask a single question.
Hayden makes this scary animalistic wounded noise that has us all starting in our chairs.
His hands shake when he stands and descends the steps to stand in the winter-dead grass.
I watch as he curls his toes into the ground and lifts his arms to rest atop his head, like he’s praying to some earth god to help him solve this wild problem.
“Hey,” Parker says, resting his hand on my thigh. “It’s all right.”
“Yeah, but… something isn’t adding up. We’re missing something. If they know it was you and me, why are they pinning it on Jacob?”
Parker’s smile is bittersweet. “Because he’s letting them, baby. He’s letting them.”
“I just don’t understand.”
“You good down here?” Parker asks Dante.
“Yeah, I got it,” Dante reassures Parker with one of those crooked little smiles of his. “Hayden and Reid are easy to handle.”
“Fuck off.” Reid promptly stands up and scurries down the stairs to speak to a stricken-looking Hayden.
Parker takes my hand in his and drags me inside the house.
The strong line of his body is so familiar to me now, synonymous with strength, safety, and home.
Does he feel the same way about me? Actually, I know he does, because it’s in the way he thinks of me before anyone else.
How he zeroes in on me whenever we’re in a room together.
Parker is on a mission, his strides sure and deliberate as he goes up the stairs and into the bedroom.
He stops once we’re inside and turns around, moving past me to gently close the bedroom door with a soft snick.
My pulse leaps up slightly at the sight of his hands pressed to the door, fingers tense, arms a solid line as he very desperately clings to his control.
“I need to drown it all out, and I want to continue our conversation from earlier,” Parker says seriously, voice pitched low, sending a shiver of desire right down my spine. “But I know you’re anxious… I don’t want to overwhelm you—”
“I want you.” I swallow loudly, and it echoes around the room.
“I always want you, Parker. And I feel like shit is about to get so out of hand that my anxiety will be too high to try anything at all beyond this, but I want to be as close to you as a human being can be, and I want to hold you every night, and I just want you.”
“Please fucking tell me I can kiss you,” Parker begs, sounding beyond wrecked.
My hands shake as I reach for him. “Kiss me, oh my god.”
And then Parker is on me. Slipping my fingers into his hair, I undo his messy bun so that I can tangle my fingers in the silken strands of his hair, hanging on as he backs me up toward the bed with very obvious intentions.
I tumble onto the bed, a laugh rattling out of me as Parker hurriedly rips my pants off.
He stares down at me, his chest rising and falling as he breathes through his desire.
I watch, entranced, as he presses the heel of his palm to his cock, letting out a groan that makes my own cock fill in my boxers.
Parker lets out another groan at the sight of my clear want for him.
His gaze snaps to mine, eyes bright and wild like an animal.
“Can I suck you? I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“Yes! But… condom?”
Parker nods hurriedly. “Yeah, that’s fine. I just want you in my mouth.”
Parker holds his hand up in the universal sign to wait and disappears from the room.
When he reappears a second later, he’s got a box of fancy-looking condoms, and he’s ripping his shirt off with one hand over his shoulder.
The move is so sexy that my mouth goes dry at the sight.
I love Parker in every way, but I really love when his skin is pressed against mine.
Parker freezes. “Do I need to take a shower? Or…?”
“No, just get over here. Your germs are my germs.”
Parker’s grin could illuminate the deepest depths of outer space.
He crawls over me to kiss my mouth like a man possessed.
I gasp into his mouth when he bites down softly on my lip before he soothes the ache with his tongue, then his lips.
I’m a quivering mess underneath him because he mentioned sucking me off, but when is it going to happen?
What does he have in store for me before the main event?
Parker trails his hand under my shirt, scratching lightly at the skin he finds there.
I squirm underneath him to get more of his body in contact with mine.
“Please.”
Parker kisses down my jaw, to my neck, then to my collarbone. He noses my shirt aside, then chuckles softly. “Please what?”
I huff in frustration. “I want you so bad it hurts.”
“Mmm, you think so, but I can make it hurt a lot worse.”
“Parker!” I shout in frustration.
Parker lifts his hand to cover my mouth with a chuckle. “They’ll hear us downstairs. Be quiet. Lift up.”
Parker removes his hand from my mouth and helps me sit up so that he can take me out of my shirt.
The way he looks at me once I’m naked makes me feel so cherished and loved, I have to fight back a tide of emotions that would definitely ruin the moment.
But Parker’s eyes shimmer a little as well, and I feel a little less alone in the emotional upheaval of the moment.
I sigh in wonder as he dips to kiss down my chest. His lips are pillow soft and warm, but the scratch of his stubble makes me squirm in a way that I could never put down into words.
Just before he puts his mouth on my cock, he leans back to open up a condom. He carefully rolls it down my cock, making me squirm and gasp beneath him, which only makes the infuriating jerk grin down at me.
“Mason,” Parker says seriously, a stern look on his sweet face.
“What?”
Parker dips down to ghost his warm breath over the tip of my cock. I dig my toes into the comforter to gain ground when I feel like I’m steadily losing my grip.
“Remember this forever,” Parker demands, just before taking my cock into the warm confines of his perfect mouth.
My hips lift off the bed of their own accord. Parker pulls off to stare at me and I mewl at the loss of him.
“Can I hold you down?” Parker asks.
I nod furiously, feeling out of my body. “Yes, yes, whatever!”
Parker only chuckles and lowers himself back down on my cock.
The sensation is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
He’s never sucked a dick in his life, but it feels like Parker has been sucking my cock for decades.
He knows the right amount of pressure to make my head feel light; my limbs go tingly with the need for more.
His hands hold my hips down so that I can’t press up into his mouth, making the experience even more heady because despite my cock being in Parker’s mouth, he’s the one who’s in control.
After spending my entire life controlling every aspect of the world around me, knowing that Parker can handle me settles me into my bones.
When he takes my cock to the back of his throat and swallows, that’s when I lose the war on my impending orgasm.
I let out an earth-shaking groan and release into the condom, wishing distantly that I could come down his throat so that a piece of me is inside him for a little while.
I watch, detached, as Parker pulls off my cock, dropping his forehead to my hip as he reaches down to take his own impossibly hard dick in his hand.
He’s bigger than me, and he’s not cut, and I want so badly to touch him.
I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience with the amount of want coursing through me.
“Stop,” I say through my orgasm-soft brain.
Parker groans from deep in his gut. “Please.”
“Put a condom on your dick and get up here.”
Parker hurries to sit on his haunches, then puts on a condom even quicker.
He looks a little unsure as he climbs up the bed to settle on top of me, but I don’t care.
I wrap one arm around his shoulders to hold him close to me and reach the other down to take his cock in my hand.
The surprise that flits across Parker’s face makes me grin up at him, my smile doubling when Parker dips down to take my mouth with his own.
The kiss is messy and furious as I work his cock over, enjoying the hard feel of him in my hand. He feels so different from myself, but so familiar at the same time.
“Fuck, Mace,” Parker says with a groan against my mouth. “I’ve wanted you so long.”
“Fuck my hand, pretend you’re fucking me. You’re inside me, branding me so that everyone knows I’m yours. Can’t you feel it?” I lift my legs to wrap them around his hips, working him over harder to emulate fucking. “You’re making love to me, Parker.”
Parker takes my mouth and lets out a groan that sounds borderline painful as his hips snap hard into me. The condom fills as he stills, his panting breaths passing into me to give me renewed life after so many years just living without really living.
“I love you so much,” Parker whispers against my still kiss-wet lips.
“I love you too.”
Parker drops his forehead to mine. “You’re mine, all mine. Stay with me.”
“I’m here,” I promise, softly kissing the corner of his mouth. “Always.”
Parker nods against my head, takes a steadying breath, then kisses me deeply once more.
We kiss for so long that we grow hard again, and this time I switch the condom on Parker’s dick and take him into my mouth.
I’m nervous and fumbling, trying to find the ways that make Parker’s hands tense on the bedspread, the pressure that makes Parker’s hips lift ever so slightly with his inability to hold back.
And when he finally comes with a pained groan, I can feel him grow against my tongue even through the condom, and it feels like everything is going to be okay with the world as long as we always have this, have each other.
Because Parker’s the first person to break through my defenses, to really see me without judgement or disappointment, and I’ll never let him go.