Chapter 51 Parker
PARKER
“Yesss,” I hiss as I kick my heels off and gingerly press my feet flat on the floor.
There was a time when partying all night in heels came as easily as breathing, but it seems those days are gone because…ouch.
Abandoning them, I walk across my hotel room toward my still-mostly-packed suitcase. Despite limiting myself to only two alcoholic drinks tonight, I’ve got a nice buzz going on. I’m not sure it’s from the cocktails, though. I’m pretty sure it was the company and the dancing.
For a couple of hours, I left my worries and thoughts at the door of the bar and just let go.
Well, almost all my thoughts.
There was one that never left me.
Even as I was laughing with Brooke and Leah, in the back of my mind, I was wondering what Linc was doing.
Was he also out partying, or was he back at the hotel, being a good boy?
There was nothing on his social media—yes, I admit I checked when I locked myself in a restroom stall fairly early in the evening. But then, that’s not unusual.
I also hadn’t posted anything.
I was tempted. If he knew where I was, then would he come and find me?
Honestly, if the answer was no, then I really didn’t want to be standing there looking over my shoulder all night.
It was girls’ night. A player-free zone.
Even if, deep down, I really wanted him to step up to me on the dance floor, grip my hips, and tug me back into his body.
Heat rushes through me at just the thought.
Reaching behind me, I pull the zipper of my dress down.
It gets stuck at the waistband, and I curse as I try to force it over.
My eyes catch on my purse that I laid on the dresser, and I still.
I could message him to help me.
He would. I know he would.
My heart pounds harder, and I squeeze my eyes closed, making the image in my head as real as possible.
His breath would rush over my neck and shoulders. The heat of his body would burn into mine as he stood a little too close, ensuring his scent engulfed me.
The sound of the zipper being lowered would fill the room, along with our heavy breathing as he tugged it free, allowing my dress to fall to my waist, showing him exactly what I’m not wearing beneath.
“Parker,” he’d growl in my ear as he stared at the reflection of my chest in the mirror, his eyes dark with arousal.
He’d step forward, pressing the steel rod of his erection against my ass, just like he has done every morning this week.
I thought that the second night he crawled into bed with me was a bonus. But it didn’t stop there. Every single night after he’s showered, he silently slips into my room, climbs into my bed, and pulls me back against him.
My eyes fly open, and I stare at the bed beside me.
It’s stupid, and I hate it, but…I’m not sure I’m going to be able to sleep without him tonight.
A heavy sigh escapes me as I return to the task at hand without reaching for my cell to call in backup.
He’s probably already asleep anyway. We’ve got an early start tomorrow.
Finally, I manage to free the zipper, and my dress falls from my hips, pooling around my ankles.
Stepping out of the fabric, I leave it where it is to deal with tomorrow before I pull the sleep shirt I hid at the bottom of my suitcase for this trip, knowing that I’d need a little bit of him surrounding me.
Despite sleeping in it the other night, when I bring the fabric of his shirt to my nose, I can still smell him. Comfort washes through me, but it doesn’t come alone, because the desire that had me squeezing my thighs together with my little fantasy only moments ago is right on its tail.
I glance at my suitcase. I might not be able to see it, but what I need is hidden in there somewhere.
“Fuck it,” I mutter as I sink my hand into my packed clothes, searching for my little friend. “Yesss,” I hiss as my fingers brush the smooth silicone.
With my toy in hand, I walk to the bed and climb in with my heart racing and arousal pumping through my veins.
I’ll get myself off, and then I’ll be able to have a good night’s sleep and wake up ready to face tomorrow.
The second I’m on my back, I shimmy my panties down my legs and kick them off.
Switching my vibrating friend on, I rest back and spread my legs, trying to clear my mind so I can really sink into this.
I take myself back to my earlier fantasy. What would happen next?
As I let my mind wander, I move my vibrator between my legs and gently touch it to my clit.
My entire body jolts with the sensation, and more heat pools in my core.
God, I need this.
In my head, Linc’s hands cup my bare breasts as his lips trail hot kisses up my neck. He pinches my nipples, making me cry out and rub my ass back against him. He groans, desperate for more.
Spinning me around, he tugs my dress from my hips, his eyes feasting on me standing before him in only my panties while he’s still fully dressed.
“Fuck, I’ve waited so long for this,” he’d confess quietly.
I press the vibrator harder against my clit as my release begins to build.
But it’s not enough. I need more.
God, I need so much more.
Reaching down with my other hand, I tease my entrance before pushing two fingers inside.
I cry out at the sensation of being filled, although, again, it’s not enough. But it’ll do.
I ride my own hand, imagining Linc walking me back to the bed before giving me a gentle shove so I fall down onto it. Then he hooks his fingers in my panties and drags them down.
“Oh god,” I whimper. I’m close. So freaking close.
His hands land on my knees and he spreads me open, his gaze taking a slow trek from my eyes all the way down to my pussy.
“Perfect,” he’d muse, licking his lips like he hadn’t eaten for a month.
Then he’d drop to his knees…
“Oh god.”
Trail kisses up my thigh…
“Please, yes.”
Until he got to my—
Bang, bang, bang.
“Noooo,” I sob quietly as my almost release ebbs away.
There’s another knock, ensuring I won’t be continuing this.
“Parker,” a deep voice hisses, although muffled by the heavy hotel door.
I sit bolt upright.
I’d know that voice anywhere. What the hell is he doing?
“Parker, open the door before I wake everyone up,” he demands.
“For fuck’s sake,” I mutter, abandoning my toy and climbing from the bed.
The soft fabric of his T-shirt falls over my heated skin, and I shudder.
I was so fucking close.
I pause a beat before opening the door and glance down at myself.
I should change. But…
“Hurry up before I get caught out here.”
“For fuck’s sake,” I mutter under my breath before I pull the door open a few inches. “What?”
My breath catches. Linc is shirtless and wearing only a pair of sweatpants. Even his feet are bare.
“What’s wrong? What’s happened?” I ask in a panic.
“I could ask you the same thing,” he muses as his eyes take in my appearance.
I cringe. I didn’t even look in the mirror.
“I just got in,” I say in a rush, “I’m getting ready for bed.”
“Perfect,” he whispers before pressing his hand to the door.
A frown wrinkles his brow.
“Babe?” The way he looks at me with hurt, puppy-dog eyes makes my chest ache.
But it doesn’t immediately make me follow orders.
“What are you doing at my door, half naked?”
“I…” His arm lifts so he can rub the back of his neck. “I…uh…couldn’t sleep.”
I raise a brow, amusement and a little relief hitting me.
But just as I open my mouth to say something, the ding of the elevator fills the silent hallway and we both panic.
He’s right. We can’t be caught like this.
Without thinking, I open the door and drag him in before anyone sees him.
The second the lock engages, he spins on me, backing me up against the door.
His minty breath rushes over me as he takes his time studying every inch of my face.
“W-what are you doing?” I stutter.
His eyes linger on my lips for a few seconds before they lift to find mine.
My breath catches at the hunger reflected back at me.
“I don’t know,” he confesses. “But whatever it is, I can’t stop.”
His forearms lift, caging me in as we stare at each other.
The air is electric, and all I can think about his having his lips on me.
That kiss in my old apartment has been haunting me for days. I want a repeat. I’m desperate for a repeat.
And if the way he lowers his head tells me anything, it’s that he can’t stop thinking about it either.
My chest heaves, my previous desire returning full force.
When I discovered that I needed more than my vibe and my fingers a few minutes ago, this wasn’t entirely what I had in mind. Okay, okay, it was. I just…I didn’t think it would happen.
His eyes continue to hold mine as he closes the final few inches between us. Silently, he’s telling me to stop him.
But…but I don’t think I can.
I don’t—
The second his lips brush mine, every single thought in my head vanishes.
A moan rumbles between us, but I don’t know if it came from me or him as I blindly reach for him.
My hands hit the hot, taut skin of his stomach, and I delight in the way his muscles dance as I slide them upwards until I’ve looped them around his neck.
He steps forward, pinning me against the door as I open for him.
Oh god, this is heaven.
Kissing Linc is like nothing I’ve ever experienced with anyone else.
It’s all-consuming.
It’s…it’s everything.
“Parker,” he groans, deepening the kiss even further. But as much as I want it, hearing that drags me kicking and screaming back to reality.
We can’t do this.
One second, I’m right there at his mercy, and the next, I’ve ducked under his arm and I’m backing away from him.
“W-what?” he questions before leaning forward and pressing his forehead against the cool door.
I stand there a few feet away, watching his back and shoulders rise and fall with his increased breathing—mesmerized by the way his muscles ripple with the movement.
He takes a few seconds to get himself together before he turns around. And the moment he does and his eyes find mine, I question every single one of my life choices.
“Linc?” I whisper, hating the rejection I can see so clearly in his eyes.
“It’s okay,” he says softly as he walks deeper into my room. “It’s—you did—”
His words falter as his eyes land on my bed.
I follow his attention and am instantly hit with the reminder of what I was in the middle of when he knocked on my door.
“Parker,” he rasps, his voice suddenly a few octaves lower.
My face burns red hot. I can only imagine what colour my cheeks are.
“Oh my god,” I mutter as my desire and embarrassment collide.
Lifting his arm, he combs his hair back as he rips his eyes from my bed and turns to me. “Parker, were you…”
He doesn’t finish his sentence; he doesn’t need to.
I nod, unable to find any words.
Even if I could find a lie, what would be the point? The evidence speaks for itself.
“While wearing my shirt?” he asks, his eyes dropping to the cotton covering me. His attention lingers on my chest, and I have no doubt it’s because my nipples are hard and trying to bust through.
“Mmmhmm.”
“Okay, wow. Fuck,” he mumbles almost incoherently. “Did you…did you…finish?”