25. Danny
25
DANNY
W eighted silence hangs between us while I stare at her, waiting for her to take back her words or to add limitations to the love she just offered me, but instead, she boldly stares back at me.
“You love me?” I question, not quite believing it.
“Yes.”
“You want to be with me?”
“Yes,” she says, nodding her head emphatically.
“Like really with me. Everyone knows, no hiding, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week?”
“Yes.” A sassy giggle falls from her lips.
“Prove it,” I growl.
Her brow furrows in confusion. “What?”
“You heard me. Prove it. Prove that you’re not going to change your mind. Prove that you’re not going to push me away if I try to kiss you in public.”
“How am I supposed to prove it?” she asks, her nose wrinkling.
Pulling out from the curb, I merge onto the street, then shrug. “If you really want this, you’ll figure it out.”
I don’t see it, but the rolling of her eyes is so loud I swear I hear it.
Pulling to the curb across the street from the brunch place Oz, Anders, and I went to yesterday, I kill the engine, then climb out, circling to her side of the car and holding the door open as she slips out.
The urge to take her hand is so strong, but I don’t. Instead, I place my palm on the base of her spine and guide her onto the sidewalk. Dropping my hand away the moment she’s away from the traffic, I point toward the place we’re going to eat. “This is it. The boys and I ate here yesterday, and it was really good.”
“I’m starving,” she says, walking toward the restaurant doors while I follow behind her. Oz and Etta are already waiting at the table when we step inside and I tell the hostess that we’re meeting someone, then head toward them.
“Parker, you remember Oz from yesterday. This is his wife, Etta.”
“Hi Etta, nice to meet you,” Parker says.
“Nice to meet you too. I’ve heard a lot about you. I can’t believe you’ve been here for weeks already and Danny hasn’t introduced us yet,” Etta chides, flashing a playful glare in my direction, even as she snuggles into Oz’s side.
The booth is small, and once I slide in after Parker, our thighs are pressed tight against each other, not allowing either of us even an inch of space. I’m not sure what I’m expecting Parks to do. It’s not like it’s the first time we’ve sat close, but it’s the first time we’ve been like this in public.
A part of me wants to pull her into my lap, to let her grind her plugged ass against my dick while we share food from the same plate, but obviously I won’t. While Etta and Parker chat happily, Oz’s attention is focused on me. His eyes narrow as he looks at me, and he raises an eyebrow at me in silent question.
When Parker’s hand lands on my thigh, I jolt, not expecting her to touch me.
“Are you okay?” she asks, turning to look at me.
I nod but don’t speak.
“So, you guys are together now, right?” Oz asks confidently.
“Yes,” Parker says before I have a chance to speak.
“Good.” Oz nods like everything’s settled now.
“That’s it?” I question.
“There’s more?” Oz asks. “I don’t see a ring or a bump, so I figured you’re working on that.”
“A bump?” Parker shrieks.
“Yeah, a baby bump.” Oz smiles, rubbing his palm over Etta’s tiny baby belly.
“You’re pregnant?” Parker asks Etta.
“Yep, almost nineteen weeks now.”
“And how long have you guys been married?”
“Almost nineteen weeks,” Oz answers easily, leaning into his wife and kissing her without an ounce of shame or fear over who might be watching.
“Okay. So…wow,” Parks says, the shock evident on her face.
“I knew the moment I saw her, we got married five days after she got to town,” Oz proudly admits.
“And how long were you together before you moved here?” Parker asks.
Stifling a laugh, I lift up the menu on the table and pretend to read.
“We weren’t,” Etta says, her voice small and quiet. “Oz’s dad is actually married to my mom. We met as kids, but we hadn’t seen each other for fifteen years before I got here.”
Parker’s head spins around to look at me.
I shrug. “I told you the rules are different here.”
“Did Danny explain the Barnetts?” Etta asks excitedly.
The girls gossip animatedly about all the craziness surrounding the Barnetts and how they found their wives. When a server comes to the table, I order for both me and Parker, and Oz does the same for Etta.
“Did you order for me?” Parker asks.
“Yeah, I got you french toast, a juice, and coffee,” I tell her.
Her eyes soften, and leaning into me, she presses her lips against mine, kissing me for the first time when anyone could see. “That’s perfect. Thank you.”
“So, when’s the wedding?” Oz asks.
“We’re not getting married.” Parker laughs.
“Once she really understands this is happening,” I say at the same time.
“What?” Her head snaps around to look at me so quickly her neck makes a cracking noise. “You want to get married?”
“Yes. I want a wedding. I want babies. I want everything.”
“Baby season is all year round in Rockhead Point,” Etta says with a smirk. “I think we’re basically repopulating the entire world, just from the number of kids being made in this town.”
“I can’t have a baby,” Parks says, shaking her head, her lips pursed, her brows drawn tightly together.
“Why not?” I question, not giving her an out to avoid the conversation.
“Because I…” She trails off, not giving me an explanation.
“Are you on birth control?” I question, already knowing that she doesn’t have any pills in the house.
“I’m…” Her eyes go wide. “I’m careful.”
“We haven’t been careful, I’ve been filling you with my cum since you got here.”
“Oh, our babies will be the same age,” Etta gushes excitedly.
“I’m not pregnant,” Parker says again, pushing at my side, trying to get me to move.
“Parks.”
“I need to get out. I need to use the restroom,” she pants, fear and anxiety making her entire body tense.
Exhaling, I slip out of the booth, and she rushes out after me, darting to the back of the restaurant and the restrooms.
“I’m sorry,” Etta says softly. “I forget that not everyone is as crazy as we are.”
“It’s not your fault. I haven’t been trying to get her pregnant. But I guess I haven’t done anything to not get her pregnant either. We haven’t even talked about it. Being with her felt so right, I never considered she might not want the kids and wedding lifestyle that’s sort of the standard for us,” I admit.
“You should go and talk to her. I bet she’s freaking out. Or I can go if you want.”
“I should—” I start.
“Let Etta go,” Oz interrupts, sliding out of the booth before helping his wife out, collaring her throat and kissing her before he releases her and watches her walk away.
“What’s happening with you two?” Oz asks.
“She told me she loved me.”
“Why don’t you seem happier about that?”
“I am happy. I just need it to be real, and I honestly don’t know if it is. I know she wants me, but I don’t know if she wants me. Do you know what I mean?”
“She wants you,” he assures me. “I can see it in her eyes. Don’t give up. Make her understand there’s no other option.”
Tapping the table, I head toward the restrooms, not even pausing as I push the door open and step into the ladies’ room. Parker and Etta are standing at the sinks, talking quietly, but they turn my way the moment I enter the room.
“I’ll let you guys have a minute,” Etta says, squeezing my arm lightly as she passes on her way out.
“Tell me what’s happening in your head right now?” I demand.
“We haven’t been careful,” she says, tears brimming her eyes, making them look glassy and fragile.
“I know.”
“I’m not pregnant.”
“Okay,” I agree, not wanting to upset her more than she already is.
“We can’t have a baby, that’s crazy.”
“I’m okay with crazy. I’m crazy about you. If we’re pregnant, I’ll be crazy about our baby.”
“Did you do this deliberately?” she questions, her lower lip quivering.
“No,” I say honestly, looking her straight in the eye.
“But you want us to have a baby?” she whispers, like the words are too much to say any louder.
“I didn’t try to baby-trap you, Parks. But I won’t be sad if you’re pregnant. I never asked you about birth control, because I don’t mind if it’s a baby that tightens the knots that tie us together. I love you. I want us to be a family. I want you. I’ve been telling you that since the moment you got here, and I’ll tell you as many times as you need to hear it until it’s so true it becomes second nature to you. I’ll tell you until it’s the only thing that you know beyond doubt is the truth.”
“I’m scared,” she whispers.
“That’s okay, I’m scared too. You fucking terrify me, but I love you more. I doubt you’re pregnant, but we can go and get a test if you don’t think it’s not too early to find out.”
“No,” she says quickly. “I don’t want to do that.”
“Okay. Do you want to go home?”
“No.” She shakes her head. “You promised me a day.”
A soft smile spreads across my lips. “Yes, I did. So let’s go and have our day.”
Our food has arrived by the time we get back to the table, and as we eat, we chat with my friends, avoiding the subject of babies or weddings, even though I want both those things with her now more than ever before.
After we pay the bill and say goodbye to Oz and Etta, I reach down and palm Parker’s ass, squeezing and tugging her cheek, deliberately moving the plug that’s still inside of her. “How does it feel?” I ask quietly, bending down to kiss her.
“Heavy and full and…” Her words trail off, and she whimpers, closing her eyes and leaning into me despite the fact that we’re in the middle of the street.
“Do we need to find somewhere to take it out?” I question.
“Not yet,” she pants.
“Okay. But you need to tell me if it gets to be too much or starts to hurt.”
Nodding, she inhales sharply, then bites her plump lower lip, teasing me.
Wandering through the streets, we mooch around the touristy shops until we find ourselves in front of Mountain Ink, Betty Barnett’s tattoo studio. Even though it’s only been open for a couple of months, Betty’s reputation and that of the other artists she’s got working out of the shop means that appointments are already in high demand.
Parker’s brow wrinkles when I push open the door, then hold it while she steps inside. “Are you getting a tattoo?” she asks.
“Yes,” I answer vaguely.
“Oh, I want one too,” she says excitedly.
“I’ll make you an appointment, but not until after we find out if you’re pregnant.”
“What are you getting?” she asks, ignoring the baby talk.
“That’s why I’m here. Betty drew something up for me, and she wanted me to come check it out.”
“Hey, Danny,” Betty says, waving at me from across the room where she’s bent over a dude’s arm, a tattoo gun in her hand.
“Hey, Betty. Is this a good time?”
“I’m almost done here. Give me fifteen and I’ll be with you.”
Nodding, I take Parker’s hand and tug her over to a seat, pulling her down to sit in my lap. She makes a squeak when her butt lands on my thigh, which almost immediately turns into a whine.
“Ask me,” I growl into her ear.
“Can we take the plug out?” she begs sexily.
“Let’s find a bathroom.”
Glancing around, I make sure no one is watching as I lift Parker out of my lap and tug her into the restroom, closing and locking the door behind us.
“Bend over the sink,” I hiss, unable to keep the desire out of my voice.
“You can’t fuck me in here,” she hisses back, but her tone and the look in her eyes aren’t saying no.
“You don’t want my dick?” I taunt.
“I do,” she whines. “But they’ll be able to hear us, and if you’re putting that monster in my ass, we’re going to need lube.”
Chuckling, I turn her to face the mirror, then step up behind her, crowding her until my front is pressed against her back, my hard cock straining against her ass. Her gaze finds mine in the mirror, and I smirk, watching a flush rise on her cheeks.
Reaching around her, I unfasten the buttons on her jeans, then slip them down her thick thighs until the denim is gathered around her knees. Pushing my fingers under the waistband of her panties, I push them down next until she’s bare, her lush ass just begging to be bitten, fucked, or spanked.
From this angle, I can just see a glimpse of the jewel on the plug between her cheeks, and I groan when I part her ass and get a full view of the plug.
“Jesus, Parks. I love you so fucking much.”
“Because I let you put a plug in my butt?” She giggles.
“Yes, but mainly because you’re going to let me put my dick in there too.”
Wrapping my fingers around the base of the plug, I tug, feeling it move until her hole is stretched wide around the broadest part of the metal.
“Oh god,” she whines, letting her head fall forward as I push the plug in again, slowly and carefully fucking her ass with it.
“Jesus, you love that, don’t you?” I rasp as a series of moans and whimpers fall from her tempting lips.
“Danny.”
“Do you think you can come like this?” I taunt. “Rub your clit while I fuck you with this, but stay quiet. Your screams all belong to me.”
Tugging the plug until her hole is stretched wide, I push it back in, fucking her in hard, fast thrusts. When she gets too loud, I cover her mouth with my free hand, stifling the pleasure sounds she makes. I continue to fuck her ass while she fingers her clit until she comes, biting down on my palm to keep quiet as she launches off the edge of the cliff into bliss.
“Oh my god,” she gasps, pushing my hand from her mouth but holding on to me like she’s not ready to let go yet.
“Take a deep breath,” I order, pulling the plug all the way out until it pops free of her ass, leaving her hole invitingly open. Her entire body tremors, and I reach down and palm my dick through my pants with the hand that’s still holding the plug.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” Parker gasps, a slightly crazed giggle slipping from her lips.
“I can’t believe I’m not inside of you. The things I want to do to you right now,” I purr, wrapping an arm around her stomach and pulling her into me, making sure she feels how hard I am for her.
Groaning loudly, I step away from her, then crouch down and slip her panties back up her legs, hiding her wet pussy and greedy ass from my view. “The next time I plug this ass, I’m fucking it,” I warn her.
Dragging her jeans back into place, she turns around to look at me. “Yes, please.”
Cupping her face, I kiss her punishingly deep, and by the time I pull away, her lips are red and kiss-swollen. “Come on.”
I don’t know how much noise we made, but there’s definitely more than one person who turns to look at us when we step back into the small waiting area. Parker’s cheeks are pink when she buries her face in my chest, but I don’t care, smiling widely as I take the opportunity to wrap her in my arms and show everyone in the room that she unquestioningly belongs to me.
Arching her eyebrow at me, Betty motions for us to go to her. “Did you just fuck in my bathroom?” she asks.
“No.” I laugh as Parker just gets even redder.
“Still no Octy?” I question as Betty lifts up an iPad and starts tapping at the screen.
“Not yet. She’s in court this week, and she’s hopeful that the judge will rule in her favor and she can get her stuff out of her apartment. I’m just hoping that her ex hasn’t got his claws in her too deep and she actually leaves.”
“You don’t think she will?” I ask.
“Her ex is a piece of work. He’s an asshole, and she knows that, but he has a way of making her doubt herself. Cody and the guys are talking about heading to Rapid City to make sure she doesn’t have any hassle off him.”
“Let me know when they’re going, and we’ll go too. No one is going to fuck with fourteen big dudes,” I assure her.
“Thanks, Danny. How are you settling in, Parker?” Betty asks.
“Pretty good, thanks,” Parker says with a smile.
“You guys made it official then, I take it?” she asks, smiling at the way Parks is cuddled into my chest and the fact that we just messed about in her bathroom.
“Yeah, we’re figuring things out,” Parker says quietly.
“Good, we all have a pool going on when you were going to stop pretending you were just friends, and I think I just won.”
“There are people betting on us becoming a couple?” Parker laughs.
“A couple, married, pregnant,” Betty says, like it’s no big deal.
“What is it with this town and weddings and babies?” Parker hisses.
“It’s Rockhead Point. That’s kind of just how it works here. Fast and intense and generally pretty perfect,” Betty says with a fond smirk.
After she showed us the design she’d drawn for me, I got a text from Beau inviting Parker and me to a barbecue later that afternoon. Waving goodbye to Betty, we wander the town for a little longer, then head home to get ready to go to the Barnetts.
As usual, the Barnetts’ massive log home is packed full of family and friends, but it feels amazing to walk in holding Parker’s hand and tell everyone who will listen that she’s finally mine.
A part of me still doesn’t believe that it’s true, but she hasn’t left my side since we got here, happily sitting in my lap and kissing me, even if she pointedly avoids everyone’s questions about when we’re going to get married or start a family.
It’s dark and late by the time we say goodbye to everyone and slip into our house. My dick is rock-hard and eager to be inside my woman, but the fear that she’ll change her mind and decide she just wants to be friends again in the morning lingers between us.
She could be pregnant.
The thought trickles into my brain and makes hope swell to life inside of me. To be honest, I hadn’t given birth control a second thought when she slipped into my room and climbed into my bed. I didn’t lie to her. I haven’t been trying to baby-trap her, I simply don’t care if I put my baby in her.
Honestly, the more I think about it, the more appealing the idea is. I’ve spent the last two weeks trying not to become a Barnett and force her to be mine, but she told me she loved me. She told everyone today that we were together. She’s mine. Right?
Not bothering to offer the option of her sleeping in her own room, I lead her straight up the stairs and into my bedroom. Stripping her out of her clothes, I tug her into the bathroom and turn on the shower for us.
Once the water is warm, I lift her off her feet and carry her under the spray, letting the warmth rush over us until we’re both soaked. Reluctantly lowering her to her feet, I reach for the soap and lather her skin in it before washing and conditioning her hair. Neither of us has spoken since we stepped into the house, and somehow, the silence makes this feel even more intimate.
Dropping to my knees, I part her folds and lick from her cunt to clit, tasting her arousal. Reaching out to steady herself on the tile with one hand, she rests the other on the top of my head, scraping her nails against my scalp as I feast on her cunt.
Pushing a finger into her pussy, I lap at her clit, teasing it with my teeth until the bundle of nerves swells, eager for more. Soft sighs turn to plaintive whimpers as I slowly toy with her sex while I torture her clit with my teeth and tongue.
Her fingers tighten on my hair, pulling until it hurts, as I drag her clit between my lips and suck until her moans are desperate pleas for more.
I could continue until she comes. I can feel how close she is, but instead, I stop, pushing to my feet and reaching behind her to turn off the water. Her confusion is palpable, but instead of reassuring her, I pinch her chin between my finger and thumb and kiss her, telling her all the ways I plan to own her without a single word.
Grabbing a towel, I roughly dry most of the water from our skin, then lift her up, encouraging her to wrap her legs around my waist as I walk us into the bedroom and crawl up the bed with her still clinging to me.
I can think of a hundred ways I could take her, but nothing seems more perfect than simply pinning her beneath me and pushing my hardness into her soft, inviting body while I stare into her eyes.
“I love you,” I whisper as my cock fills her, bottoming out while I cup her cheeks and take her lips in a soft kiss.
My woman likes to be fucked hard and rough, she’s so perfect for me. But right now, we’re not fucking. This isn’t about sex. It’s about love. I love her with every inch of my heart, and I think she feels the same way for me. As I roll my hips, filling her over and over, I’m not just thrusting my dick into her, I’m claiming her, branding her, taking her heart, body, and soul.
We’re not making love, because we already have love. Instead, we’re building more, we’re entwining our hearts, sharing our bodies, and maybe, if I’m lucky, we’re even creating a baby.
I’ve done everything I can not to force this woman to want me, but after today, if she ever doubts this again, I’ll do whatever I have to to make her see that walking away is no longer an option. We’ll never be just friends now. It’s this or complete destruction.
I watch the sun start to rise, half staring out the window, half focused on the woman sleeping peacefully on top of me. Today is Sunday, and I have to be at work in less than two hours, but I don’t want to go.
After she came, pulsing wildly around my cock and screaming that she loves me, Parker passed out without us having a chance to talk. I don’t know where her head is. I don’t know how much she’s actually freaking out over the fact that she could be pregnant. Hell, I don’t even know when her last period was so I can try to man-math her body and figure out if it’s even possible that we’ve made a baby.
I’ve never not wanted to go to work before, but leaving her feels impossible while I’m feeling so much uncertainty.
Sighing, I run my fingers through her messy curls. Her hair is crazier than ever, and I fucking love it. I love her. I want her to wake up and tell me she loves me, that she wants to marry me and have my babies. But if I wake her up, there’s a chance that she might tell me she doesn’t want those things.
We’ve never talked about how she sees our future, because until yesterday, I don’t think she’d ever really thought about how our life would be.
It’s fear that has me carefully slipping from beneath her and packing a bag. It’s fear that makes me press a soft kiss to her temple instead of waking her with my face between her thighs. It’s fear that has me leaving without even saying goodbye.