Chapter 17
“Turns out, I like my sugar with a side of sass and thigh-highs.” ~ Jeremy
Jeremy
I tilt Parker’s head until I have the angle I want. The angle allows me to dive deep into her mouth. Her sweet, sumptuous mouth, I can’t get enough of. I need to memorize every inch of it.
This will probably be the last chance I have to taste her coffee and sugar flavor. I’m not in town for long. And I don’t do repeats. Repeats lead to women having ‘ideas about relationships’. And I was serious. I don’t do relationships.
I pull her closer but she grunts. I wrench my lips from hers. Hers are swollen and red from my kisses. She’s never looked more beautiful.
“What?” I bark out since I’m barely capable of speaking. Not with my cock pounding in my pants.
“The console’s in the way.”
“Shit. We can’t have sex in a parking lot.”
“Really?” She waggles her eyebrows. “Sex in a car is a rite of passage in Smuggler’s Hideaway.”
“I’m not a fucking teenager hiding his sex life from his parents.”
She giggles. “Do your parents comment on your sex life often?”
I shrug. “If they do, I wouldn’t know. I’m not in contact with them.”
She opens her mouth as if to ask why but snaps it shut nearly as quickly. Good. Since I won’t answer any of her questions anyway. My parents and the shit storm they caused is not a topic I discuss with anyone.
Not even sweet little bakers I want to devour.
She offers me her hand instead. “Welcome to the shitty parents’ club. I don’t have a membership card on me. I’ll have to mail it to you.”
I chuckle. I can’t believe I’m laughing when the subject is my parents but if there’s anyone who can make me laugh when I’m usually annoyed, it’s Parker.
I shake her hand. It’s not soft like the models I’m used to. She has callouses and scars from burns. She’s a real woman. Someone who’s determined to pave her own destiny in life. It’s nearly as sexy as her chest in the sweater dress she’s wearing.
“Are you hungry?”
She glances up at me from beneath her lashes. “Depends on what’s on the menu.”
I debate my answer. I usually wine and dine women before I take them to bed. But there’s nothing usual about Parker.
“You.”
Her eyes widen. “I’m on the menu?”
I nip her chin before I growl into her ear, “I plan to taste every inch of your body tonight.” She shivers in response. Good. I love a responsive woman.
“I-I-I wouldn’t say no,” she stutters.
“The question is. Do you want dinner first?”
She doesn’t hesitate to answer, “I have a tray full of cookies not pretty enough to sell. We can snack on those if we get hungry.”
Good enough for me. I switch on the car and whip out of the parking spot.
She giggles as she reaches for the handle to steady herself. “There’s no hurry.”
Every inch of me aches for her. “Disagree.”
“At least slow down so you don’t run over Sammy.”
“Who the hell is Sammy? Another ghost?”
“Don’t be silly. Sammy isn’t a ghost. Sammy’s a seal.”
I cough to hide my amusement. I don’t want Parker to think I’m making fun of Smuggler’s Hideaway again. “A seal?”
“Yep. Sammy doesn’t think much of being on his own in the ocean. He prefers to laze around the island and get fed by the locals and tourists.”
“Where’s his home?”
“He doesn’t have one. He enjoys sleeping in the middle of the road and on people’s porches.”
“And I thought Viking was bad.”
“No making fun of my otter.”
She slaps my chest. I capture her hand and thread my fingers through hers. Holding hands usually feels juvenile to me, but I can’t stop myself from touching Parker. Not even when I’m driving and should be paying attention to potential seal sightings.
We fall into silence. I don’t know why Parker is quiet but personally, I’m finding it hard to think and drive while all of the blood in my brain has moved south to my cock.
We arrive in Smuggler’s Rest in less than ten minutes. I park behind the bakery. I was supposed to return the rental car this evening but I don’t give a shit about late fees or whatever penalties they throw at me. I have more important matters to handle. Such as making Parker scream.
She reaches for her door handle but I stop her. “Wait for me.”
She holds up her hands. “Alrighty then.”
I don’t know why I told her to wait for me. I don’t usually open women’s doors for them. The act creates expectations and I’m all about making certain no woman has any expectations when it comes to me.
I open her door and she smiles up at me as she takes my hand while I help her out of the vehicle. I draw her near until her body slams into mine. She fits perfectly against me. I never would have thought a woman who’s half a foot shorter than me would fit me perfectly but she does.
She shivers and I realize we’re standing outside in the cold. “Come on. Let’s warm you up.”
I shackle her wrist and lead her to the loft. She rushes to keep up with me but I don’t slow down. I can’t. My cock is in charge now.
Once we’re upstairs, I slam the door shut before pressing her to it.
“Two choices.”
She lifts a brow. “Which are?”
“I can fuck you against the door with your dress pulled up around your waist. Or I can fuck you in the bed.”
“Why can’t we do both?”
I moan. This is my kind of woman. Someone who enjoys sex and isn’t ashamed of it.
I slam my hands on the wall next to the door to cage her in. “Tell me you aren’t wearing stockings.”
“I’m not wearing stockings.”
I rake my gaze down her body until I reach her legs, which are clearly covered in stockings.
She nibbles on her bottom lip. “They’re thigh-highs.”
I moan. “I’m fucking you with your heels and those thigh-highs on.”
Her breath hitches. “Yes, please.”
I’m hard as steel. There’s nothing sexier than a woman begging during sex. “I love it when you beg.”
“I wasn’t begging.”
“But you will be.”
She sniffs and lifts her perky little nose in the air. “I will not.”
I smirk. “This is going to be fun.”
“Promises. Pro—”
I slam my mouth to hers before she can finish her taunt. She gasps and I thrust my tongue inside. Her taste has me moaning. Coffee, sugar, and a hint of sea. It’s as unique as Parker is.
She grasps my shoulders and I yank my lips from hers. “Hands on the wall.”
“But I want to touch you,” she pouts.
“And you will.” She grins. “When I allow it.”
“Scrooge is bossy.”
“I’m in control here. Do you have a problem with me being in charge?”
She contemplates me for a long moment and my stomach drops. Fuck. She’s going to say no. She’s going to stop this before we can get started.
The water in the shower isn’t cold enough to handle how hard it will be for me to walk away from her. But I will. I don’t push women against their will.
“Will you give me an orgasm?”
“I’ll give you as many as you want.”
“As many as I want? Don’t oversell it, Scrooge.”
I growl. “Stop calling me Scrooge.”
“Start giving me orgasms.”
“You’ll listen to my orders? You accept I’m in control?”
“As long as you don’t deny me an orgasm, we’re good.”
Relief pours through me. She’s not saying no. In fact, she’s wriggling against me, trying to get some relief.
“Be still.”
Her breath hitches and she stills. Huh. Someone gets off on being ordered around. This night is getting better and better.
“Reach down and pull your dress up until it’s bunched around your waist.”
She stares into my eyes as she does exactly as I say. Her blue eyes sparkle with challenge. I can’t wait until they sparkle with passion.
I tear my gaze away from hers to look down. Her green dress is bunched around her waist, allowing me a clear view of her black, lace panties.
I want to rip her panties away, but ripped panties create more expectations than opening doors. I trace the skin along the edge of her thigh-highs instead and she shivers in response.
“Hands on the wall,” I growl as I kneel down.
I wait until her palms are plastered against the wall before I reach for her panties. I want to taste her. I bet she’s as sweet as the sugar she uses in her baking. But my cock has nearly lost its patience. Later. I’ll taste every inch of her later.
I draw her panties down her legs until they fall to the ground. “Kick them away.”
My cock weeps when she follows my order. “Good girl.”
I enjoy the feel of the silk of her thigh-highs as I trail my hands up her legs until I reach her core. “Are you wet for me?” I ask as I dip my finger into her pussy. I moan at the moisture gathered there.
“It’s been a while.”
“Your dry spell is officially over, Princess.”
I plunge two fingers inside her and she moans as she tries to ride them.
“Stay still,” I order.
“You promised not to deny me orgasms.”
“I promise you’re going to come so hard you scream.”
She meets my gaze. “Yes, please.”
“I fucking love it when you beg.” I reward her by pumping my fingers in and out of her. She bites her bottom lip and her legs tremble as she fights to stay still. “Good girl. Are you ready for your reward?”
“Yes,” she breathes out. “A million gallons of moonshine, yes.”
I withdraw my fingers – I’ll be getting her off with them later – and reach for my belt. I open my pants and pull out my cock. I quickly don a condom before grasping her hips.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
She does as I ask and now we’re lined up perfectly. I notch my cock at her entrance.
“This is going to be hard and fast. We’ll do slow later.”
I don’t give her a chance to respond before I thrust inside her all the way until my balls slap against her ass. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She feels better than anything I’ve ever felt before. She’s hot and wet and her walls are tight around me.
I want to stay buried in her forever. My back tingles and my balls heat. I clench my jaw before I give in to the desire to come. Parker comes first.
“Hard and fast,” I grit out before slowly withdrawing. When only the tip remains inside her wet heat, I plunge back inside.
Her breasts press against my chest as I pump into her pussy over and over again. Her head falls back and thumps against the wall. Her eyes fall closed as she takes everything I give her.
A blush travels from her cheeks down her neck to the top of her dress. I want to see where her blush ends. I want to strip her bare and touch every inch of her skin. Next time, I promise myself. Next time.
Her walls spasm around my cock. “Are you ready to come, Princess?”
“So ready.”
“Open your eyes.”
Her eyes flutter open and I reward her with a finger on her clit. I play with the hard nub while I continue to pound into her. Her eyes flare, and her breath gets caught in her throat.
“Come for me, Princess. Come all over my cock.”
“Yes!” she shouts as her pussy strangles my cock.
Her climax triggers mine and I lose my rhythm as I explode into the condom. It’s a good thing I bought a box of them today because I am not letting Parker go until I’ve wrung as many orgasms out of her as I can.
One time is not enough with Parker. I’m afraid forever with her won’t be enough.