Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
C helsey needed to hurry. She had overslept, thanks to fooling around with Parker late into the night. No complaints, though. Considering his long work hours lately, and his work on the Destroy Wolf project, they were lucky to get any time together.
It had been weeks since his meeting with Rock, and he and everyone else were getting closer to having everything in place. She and Parker were also growing closer. They hadn’t moved in together, but they spent every night together at one of their homes. Once Wolf was taken care of, their lives would settle down and they could start planning for their future.
As she stepped out of her shower, she grabbed her towel and started drying off while thinking about work. Egypt had her doing everything from admin work to providing security for some of their clients. Since it looked like she and Parker would be moving to Miami soon, she hadn’t settled into just one job at Supreme. She loved every assignment they gave her, but hopefully, she’d feel the same by the end of the day.
Even though she wasn’t officially a security specialist, today she’d be working the front desk—the one area of the company most of Atlanta’s Finest hated to work, but it was required. There had to be armed security on duty 24/7, no exceptions. Most of the guys claimed it was boring and made for a long day, but Chelsey was looking forward to a little downtime.
After drying off, she tossed the towel into the hamper before leaving the bathroom in search of underwear. She rummaged through the top drawer of her dresser and pulled out a purple lace panty set, then hurried into them.
Now for the rest of my clothes .
She went to the closet to finish dressing but paused at the foot of the bed to stare at Parker’s sleeping form. He was laying on his stomach with his face buried in the pillow, and his strong, muscular back, as well as his firm bare ass was on full display. The firm ass that she wanted to palm and squeeze.
Pervert, she thought, then grinned.
Who could blame her? The man’s whole body was a work of art, and she wasn’t just referring to his tattoos. At the moment, she didn’t care that it was almost eight and she needed to be at Supreme by nine. No. All she could think about was how much she wanted to climb back into bed and have her way with her man.
No time , she reminded herself. She still needed to…
“Chels,” Parker murmured and turned onto his back.
Her favorite part of his body was on full display though he wasn’t at the ready like usual, but that was all right. They didn’t have time for a quickie, even though it wouldn’t take long to get him ready.
“Hey, I thought you were asleep,” she said when she moved closer but frowned when realizing his eyes were still closed. Maybe he’d been talking in his…
“Chelsey!” he screamed, startling her, and she froze.
Panic clawed through her body when he kept screaming her name as he thrashed back and forth in the bed.
Whoa!
“Parker, baby wake up.” she said again as she tried to shake him awake. Normally, he was a light sleeper, but whatever he was dreaming had him deep in…
“Chelsey!” he cried out, and her heart leaped into her throat when he bolted upright in bed.
He barely missed from slamming his head into hers and was looking around frantically. Eventually he zoned in on her, and his whiskey-colored eyes met hers. They were red-rimmed, and she didn’t miss the fear she saw in them.
“Chels. Oh, thank God.” His frantic gaze traveled over her before he pulled her roughly into his arms, holding her tight enough to crack her ribs.
“Parker, you’re scaring me. Are you okay?”
She wrapped her arms around him and his body trembled against hers. His breathing was ragged, and whatever he’d been dreaming about had clearly freaked him out.
“It was just a dream,” she said, rubbing his back, hoping to help settle him. “Do you want to talk about it?” That had been more than a dream. It had been more like a nightmare.
When he didn’t respond, just continued holding her close, she kept quiet. Minutes ticked by before his breathing eventually began to slow, and he loosened his hold.
He cupped her face between his large hands and kissed her lips. “Come back to bed,” he said, and kissed her again, while ignoring her question about the dream.
“I’d love to, but I need to get to work.”
She glanced at the bedside table, noting the time. It was ten after eight. Thankfully she only lived twelve minutes from Supreme, which was a miracle within itself. It was almost impossible to get anywhere around Atlanta in that short amount of time, but she had lucked out by living so close.
“Talk to me,” she whispered, caressing his stubbled cheek with the pad of her thumb. “Tell me about the dream.”
Parker dropped back down on the pillow and reached for her hand as if afraid she’d move away from him.
“It was nothing. Just a reoccurring dream of when my mother died.”
He positioned his other arm over his eyes, which wasn’t unusual since it was often how he fell asleep. She thought about what he’d said; that the dream had been about his mother, but he’d been screaming her name.
Knowing it was a bad idea she readjusted her position on the bed and pulled the sheet up over his lower body. Then she stretched out next to him and rested a hand on his flat abs.
“Parker, you screamed my name several times in your sleep.”
He lifted his arm from his eyes and sat up slightly to look at her. “I said your name?”
“Yeah, multiple times.” She propped up on her elbow. “Tell me about the dream. Something terrified you and it had to do with me.”
He shook his head. It took Parker so long to respond, she thought he wouldn’t tell her, but then he said, “Instead of me holding my mother in my arms while she was bleeding and me begging her to wake up…it’s you in my arms.”
Yikes . No wonder he’d been shaken up. “Have you had the dream before?” she asked.
“Yeah, the first time was the night I pulled the gun on Terrance at your place. The dream freaked me out, but I haven’t had it since. Not until now.”
“What do you think it—”
“Chels, can we not do this? I don’t want to talk anymore about the dream or what it means. I’d rather make love to my sexy fiancée.”
Before she could respond, he had her flat on her back. His hard body covered hers and was raring to go if his thick erection pressing against her was any indication. How this man’s body could go from zero to sixty in a heartbeat was mind-blowing, but damn if he didn’t feel good on top of her.
“I hate it when you distract me like this,” she moaned as he sprinkled kisses along her neck.
“How about we table the dream, and instead have a quickie before you have to leave?” He unsnapped the front of her bra and moved the lacy material aside. “Easy access. My favorite.”
When he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, her thoughts scattered. That always happened when his mouth or hands made contact with her breasts. She couldn’t think straight. All she could do was feel, and her body craved his touch and sweet kisses.
Okay. Maybe there was time for a quickie.
Parker raised up on his knees and helped her discard the bra. Then he reached for the waistband of her panties. He started sliding the lacy material down her legs, and when he got them to her ankles, Chelsey kicked them the rest of the way off.
“Damn, baby,” he said, his heated gaze taking in her nakedness as he lifted her left leg and placed a kiss near her ankle.
As he worked his way up her leg, peppering kisses along the way, Chelsey moaned. With each brush of his lips, her skin tingled and her nerves went on high alert.
God, this man and his wicked mouth sent warmth spreading through her body. When he reached the middle of her thigh and stopped, Chelsey’s gaze shot to his.
“What? Why’d you stop.”
He lowered her leg. “On your knees,” he said gruffly.
His extraordinary eyes held an intensity that promised pleasure, and a slow smile spread across Chelsey’s mouth. She did as she was told and got on all fours. As her anticipation of what was coming next grew, her heart pounded a little faster.
Parker sidled up behind her, and one of his hands cupped her breast, while the other gripped the headboard. And as he squeezed and fondled her, he kissed along her spine. Each touch of his lips on her heated skin sent her heart rate into overdrive, and the throbbing pulse between her thighs intensified as her arousal steadily grew.
Yeah, this was definitely going to be quick, because she was so turned on, it wasn’t going to take much for her to come.
Parker’s arm snaked around her, and he reached between her thighs, his large hand settling over her sex. When his finger slipped into her, she sucked in a breath.
“Good, you’re wet for me,” he said, stroking her as he used his legs to nudge her thighs further apart.
Seconds later, the head of his dick bumping against her sex, had Chelsey squeezing the pillow that her hands were propped on. Parker thrust into her from behind and filled her completely.
Oh yes…
After getting engaged, they’d decided that since she was on birth control and they were both clean, that they’d forego condoms. Chelsey was glad they had. Pleasure soared through her body as his thick length glided in and out of her. Each stroke was like that of a masterful violinist, using his bow to stroke smoothly across violin strings.
She felt every inch of Parker’s dick as he filled her to the hilt, and he felt incredible.
And when he suddenly pulled out, then just as quickly drove into her again, Chelsey gasped. Her hand shot out to grip the headboard as he put more power behind each thrust. Her breasts jiggled with the moves and her inner walls squeezed around his thick erection.
“Chels…” He groaned her name while picking up speed. “Damn, baby.”
This was one of her favorite positions, him behind her, driving into her hard and fast like he couldn’t get enough of her. With each thrust, the erratic beat of her heart kicked up and pressure, like an EF4 tornado, built inside of her.
“P—Pa—Parker,” she panted, her breaths coming in short spurts. “I’m close. I’m—”
“I know. I know,” he rasped out, then cursed as his moves grew jerkier. “Come…come with me, Chels!”
As if his words held the power to control her body, an orgasm ripped through Chelsey so violently, she saw stars behind her eyelids as she cried out his name. Parker came just as hard, his body vibrating before he collapsed against her, sending them both crumbling onto the mattress.
Chelsey couldn’t help but laugh while gasping for air. “Whew!” she breathed, her body like a limp rag tangled with his.
When they eventually caught their breaths, Parker wrapped her into his arms, holding her tighter than necessary. It wasn’t until Chelsey felt him tremble that she tried to pull away, but he didn’t loosen his hold.
“If anything ever happened to you,” he said into her hair, emotion clogging his voice, “I don’t know what I’d do. You’re mine…you’re my heart and I—”
“Ahh, baby. Stop worrying. It was a dream,” Chelsey insisted, and eventually eased out of his hold so that she could look him in the eyes. “It was just a very bad dream. Nothing’s going to happen to me. I promise.”