Chapter 60 Parker
PARKER
It shouldn’t be so hot that he’s asking for permission, should it?
His eyes are dark and hungry, his chest heaving as he waits for my answer.
The whole thing blows my mind because I’m not sure Linc has ever waited for anything before in his life.
He’s the kind of man who just takes.
Or at least, he is to the outside world. The version of him that I get is very, very different. And it doesn’t escape my attention how freaking lucky I am to know this side of him.
“Linc,” I whisper, barely able to catch my breath.
His hand slides up my arm, making me shudder with anticipation before he wraps it around the back of my neck, his fingers massaging my tight muscles as he patiently waits for my response.
“Oh god,” I moan when he hits a bit that makes me want to purr like a cat. “Yes, please. Kiss m—” He cuts me off with his lips, brushing mine with the sweetest of kisses.
I reach for him, my hands sliding up his sculpted back. His muscles ripple at my touch, and knowing that I’m affecting him when I’m barely touching him lights me up inside.
“Can’t get enough of you,” he murmurs against my lips.
But what if he does?
The thought hits me from nowhere.
“Parker?” he questions, pulling back slightly when he feels me tense. “What’s wrong?”
“What happens if…” I close my eyes, already regretting opening my mouth.
“What happens if what, pretty girl?”
“What happens if you do?”
I swallow thickly, feeling vulnerable, but I’ve come too far to turn back now. “Get enough of me.”
My eyes fly open when Linc lets out a laugh. I frown at the smile on his face and the twinkle in his eyes.
“Are you joking?” he asks incredulously. “Don’t you think that if that were going to happen, it would have by now? It’s been years, Parker. Yeeears, and I’m still obsessed with you.”
I fight my smile as my heart expands in my chest.
“You’re obsessed with me?” I ask innocently.
“Yeah, babe.”
“Since when?”
“I dunno exactly. Since I was like, fourteen.”
I balk. “Fourteen? But that was ten years ago,” I point out, in case he hasn’t done the math.
“Trust me, I know how long it’s been.”
I blink as his words settle within me.
Obsessed with me.
For ten years.
How?
How didn’t I know?
Why didn’t I know?
“B-but—” My words are cut off when he presses two fingers to my lips.
“Can we talk about this later? I’ve got a more pressing issue I’d like to take care of.”
I rear back. How can he go from telling me that he’s been obsessed with me for ten years to telling me he’s got something more important to be doing?
That doesn’t make any sen—
His lips crash against mine, and he makes the most of my parted lips by sweeping his tongue past them.
“Oh god,” I groan, wrapping my arms around his neck and dragging him closer.
This is what he meant.
This is more important.
Stretching up on my toes, I allow myself to be swept away by him.
His hands start at my waist, and I groan when he lifts them and drags his thumbs across the underside of my breasts. They’re heavy and desperate for him. I arch, hoping for more, but he moves in the opposite direction, skimming over my hips.
“Yes,” I cry into his kiss as he grabs my ass and pins me against his body. The length of his hard cock is more than obvious against my thigh.
Heat surges south, desire unfurling in my lower stomach.
“More.” The plea falls from my lips without thought.
The second he hears it, his hands drop to my thighs, and he lifts me from the floor.
My grip on him tightens until he lowers my ass to the counter. I gasp at the coldness of the granite against my ass. But the second he spreads my thighs and steps between them, thoughts of anything but him vanish.
His hands are everywhere as our kiss turns wild.
God, I want this man unleashed so fucking badly.
Last time…last time he was so tender and gentle.
I needed it. Not only had my life just imploded, but it was my first time.
Now, though...now, he has no reason to hold back.
I want him both at his best and his worst, and everything in between.
Fuck. He isn’t the only one with an unhealthy obsession.
My body burns red hot when his hands slip under the fabric of his T-shirt that’s pooled around my thighs. He slides them up so slowly, taunting me, teasing me with everything I could have.
My head falls back, a wanton cry falling from my lips, as he takes my breasts in his calloused palms.
“Lincoln,” I moan as he pinches my nipples, his lips kissing a trail down my throat.
“Fuck, I could listen to you moaning my name forever and it would never be enough,” he groans, his deep voice vibrating through my body, adding to the sensations that are threatening to overwhelm me.
Dropping one hand, he presses it against the small of my back, scooting me closer to the edge. Closer to— “Fuck,” I gasp as his fabric-covered erection presses against my greedy clit. “Oh god. Fuck. Linc.”
“Can you feel how hard I am?” he rasps. “It’s always the same when you’re close. You fucking own me, Parker, and you have no idea.”
He keeps rolling his hips, grinding himself against me. His lips find mine again, and his kiss, along with everything else he’s doing, ignites something inside me.
Oh god, could he make me come like this?
Surely not. It’s never that easy.
I claw at his back as my release builds.
“Don’t stop,” I mumble into his kiss.
“Couldn’t even if I wanted to,” he mutters.
Our kiss turns desperate, our touches and movements frantic as we chase a high I’m not sure would be possible with anyone else.
We’re both half-dressed in his kitchen, for fuck’s sake.
This shouldn’t be—
“You’re going to come all over me, aren’t you, pretty girl?”
“Linc, please.”
“I’m right here, babe. And I’m not going anywhere. Use me. Take what you need.”
“That’s it. Right there. Right—” My words die as my orgasm crashes over me.
I throw my head back, my eyes slamming closed as pleasure takes over, my body convulsing on the kitchen counter.
“So fucking sexy,” Linc groans, his voice deeper than I’m sure I’ve ever heard. “Fuck. I can’t. Fuuuuck.”
My eyes fly open as my release begins to subside, and I get to watch as his face pulls tight with pleasure.
“Holy shit. Are you…”
My words trail off as his eyes blaze with heat, his grip on my hips tightening, pinning us together and allowing me to feel his cock pulsate.
“Coming in my pants? Yeah,” he confesses. “Shit.”
He drops is forehead to my shoulder and sucks in a ragged breath.
I can’t help but giggle.
I’ve never done drugs, but I’m pretty sure this is how it feels to be high.
I’m high on Lincoln Storm, and I never want it to stop.
“Fucking hell, Parker.” He chuckles, his voice now light with amusement. “You drive me fucking crazy.”
The second he pulls back and looks into my eyes, I’m hit with aftershocks.
“The feeling is most definitely mutual.”
His eyes hold mine as we remain where we are, our bodies cooling and reality setting in.
“I don’t know how to do this,” I admit quietly.
“And you think I do?” he teases.
“Linc, I—”
“We’re just gonna take every day as it comes, yeah? No pressure, no expectations. Just…us. However we want that to look.”
“What about work?”
“What about it?”
“I can’t…I can’t treat you. Not if we’re…”
“Not if we’re what?” he asks, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
I know what he wants to hear, but I’m not ready to admit anything out loud. This is all too unbelievable.
“Going to keep things professional and above board. There are already a ton of reasons why I could lose my job; I’m not adding to that list on purpose.”
“I already told you, pretty girl. You don’t need to worry about your job. I’ll sort it.”
My cell starts ringing down the hall before I manage to find a response to that.
I hate the idea of no longer being his trainer. But there is no other way around it.
If we’re doing this, we have to go about it the right way.
Suddenly, I’m hit with thoughts of what others are going to say.
I know I shouldn’t care. But this is my career, my reputation I’m toying with here.
“Parker, look at me,” Linc demands as soon as I close my eyes and cut myself off from him.
My eyelashes flicker open to find his kind and compassionate eyes staring back at me.
“I’m not going to let anything bad happen. You have to trust me, babe.”
My cell rings again as he holds my eyes, silently begging me to trust him.
I do.
I always have.
The problem here isn’t him.
It’s everyone else.
He knows as well as I do what the press can be like. The second they get a hold of this, all hell is going to break loose.
I’m not ready to be thrust into the spotlight with whatever spin they’ll put on this.
Linc’s hands frame my face.
“In case you didn’t get it already, you’re it for me, Parker. There has never been, and won’t ever be, another girl for me.” I quirk a brow. “They don’t count. They were a distraction. There’s only been one I’ve ever cared about. Only one I’ve ever wanted more from.”
“Are you sure that’s not just because I’m the only one who walked away?”
He shakes his head. “Have I ever told you how much that fucking hurt that day?”
I bite down on the inside of my lip, hating that my actions might have caused him pain.
I thought I was doing the right thing to protect myself. I was convinced that he’d go back to college and return to having a different bunny in his bed every night. Was I wrong?
If I’d allowed my heart to rule back then and not my head, would things have turned out differently?
“Everything happened for a reason,” he muses, as if he can read my thoughts.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. It might have hurt, but I understood why you did it. I also think it was the right thing to do. I wasn’t ready back then. I needed a few years to get all that shit out of my system.”
“What if I’m not ready now?” I ask, voicing one of my fears.
“One step at a time,” he reminds me.
My cell starts ringing again.
“Someone really wants to get a hold of my girl, huh? Should I be worried?”
I shake my head. “There hasn’t been anyone,” I confess.
His brows lift. “No one ever?”
“Well, maybe there was this one guy, but it was a long time ago, and I’m pretty sure it was a rebound thing.”
He chuckles. “It was never a rebound thing, and you know it.”
‘I know,” I mouth.
When my cell starts ringing for a third time, he lets out a breath and finally steps back. The second he does, my eyes drop to the wet patch on his sweats.
“Shit,” I gasp.
He follows my stare.
“Babe, look at what a mess you made.” When he looks back at me again, his eyes are molten.
“I’m sorry.” I cringe, my cheeks heating.
“Never, ever be sorry for that. And anyway, I guarantee the mess I’ve made inside is a hell of a lot worse.”