Chapter fourteen Cashlynn #2
She looks up at me and shrugs. “And I wish I had an answer for you about my brother. But I think you’re on the right track. If worse comes to worst, I can go over there and slap him around a bit,” she teases.
“Oh, I’m sure he would love that.”
We both laugh and Hazel moves to the kitchen for the pastries. As I share the progress I’m making on my business and she tells me more about her photography business and her brothers, I realize for the first time since I moved here that I feel like I have a friend.
Hazel is the type of girlfriend you could only dream about, and her brother is the man I have dreamed about.
It’s time to be honest with him. I know what I want, and I’m tired of us dancing around our feelings. Shit is about to get real. I just hope that Parker can handle it.
***
When I walk into Parker’s house a few hours later, I find him in the kitchen making a sandwich.
He’s in a plain white T-shirt and black athletic shorts, his hair a sexy, disheveled mess.
I have to say, I love the way he looks in his button-down shirts, slacks, and ties when he goes to work, but this version of him—relaxed, raw, and unguarded—is my favorite.
When I shut the door behind me, his eyes flick up to meet mine. “Good morning,” I say because it’s barely after ten, yet I feel like an entire week of agony has passed since last night.
“Morning. I was surprised to find you gone when I woke up. I’m nearly always up before you.”
“I—I couldn’t sleep.” Crossing the living area, I move to stand on the other side of the island, facing him head-on. “I think we need to talk.”
Parker inhales deeply, exhaling slowly and looking back down at his sandwich, holding a butter knife. But then his jaw tightens as he squares his shoulders. “What do you want to talk about?”
The way he acts as if I’m the frustrating one has me snapping now. I slap the counter with my hand. “Damn it, Parker! Enough is enough!”
The knife he was holding clatters against the marble, the sound echoing around us. “What’s gotten into you?”
“What’s gotten into me?” I shout as I round the island and stand right in front of him.
“You! You got into me. You fucked me last night and then walked away like it meant nothing.” His jaw tightens but he still doesn’t say anything.
“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep denying what’s between us.
” Placing my hands on his chest, I move in closer to his body. “I need you to talk to me. Please.”
“You’ve been pushing me, Cashlynn,” he says, his voice gruff and low. “Torturing me, taunting me with your body, and I gave in. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
My heart races as he confirms what he said to me last night in the heat of the moment.
And even though I’m regretting the decision of messing with him now, there’s no going back.
“Yes, I did. But I figured you’d open up to me afterward.
” I reach up, cupping his face, forcing his eyes to meet mine.
“You hurt me when you just walked away.”
“Fuck,” he mutters, closing his eyes. “The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”
“Then what do you want?”
His eyes snap open, locking on mine as I wait with bated breath for him to speak.
Say something, Parker. Tell me what you’re feeling.
He hesitates, his throat bobbing as if he’s swallowing words that refuse to stay down. And then he snaps.
“I fucking want you, woman! There! Is that what you wanted to hear? That I can’t stop thinking about you? That having you in my house makes me consider something I haven’t let myself think about in years? That wanting you scares the ever-loving shit out of me?”
A sigh of relief escapes my lips because, even though I can hear the turmoil in his words, he said exactly what I needed to hear—that these feelings racing through me aren’t one-sided.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I needed to hear, Parker. Now shut up and kiss me.”
He doesn’t hesitate, pulling me into his chest fully and covering my mouth with his.
His kiss is possessive, desperate, and luxurious, the kind of kiss you feel all the way down to your toes.
When his hands move to the back of my thighs, I jump into his arms and wrap my legs around his waist as he turns and sets me on the counter.
Being back in this position reminds me of the night I stole a kiss, but this time, I hope to God he doesn’t shut down again.
“You’ve been driving me crazy, Cashlynn,” he mumbles against my neck as his tongue and teeth mark me.
“I’m sorry,” I say softly, threading my fingers through his hair. “I didn’t know how else to get you to let your guard down.”
He rears back and looks at me. “You make me feel shit, Cashlynn…shit I’ve buried for years and vowed never to feel again.”
“And what happens now?” My voice is barely audible, my heart pounding against my ribs.
“Now…” he says, leaning forward and biting my bottom lip before licking the sting away, “Now I’m going to fuck you again.”
“God yes,” I moan as he tugs my shirt over my head, throwing it across the room before doing the same with his own. He shoves his shorts and underwear to the floor as I shimmy out of mine. Then, he drops to his knees and pulls me forward on the counter so my pussy is right in front of his face.
“I can’t get enough of the taste of you,” he says before licking me from bottom to top, giving my clit the attention it needs, swirling his tongue around the bundle of nerves expertly.
I bury my hand in his hair as he feasts on me, exploring every inch of my pussy, spearing his tongue in and out of me as my entire body clenches and prepares for my release.
I feel two of his fingers circle my entrance, and then he slowly enters me, flicking his tongue over my clit while his fingers curl deep inside of me.
“Oh God. Yes…right there.” My fingers tug on his hair, my stomach tightens as every stroke of his tongue sends me careening higher and higher toward the pleasure I know he can give me—because he’s done it before and nothing has even compared.
“Fucking come on my face, Cashlynn.” His words are muffled, but his command is clear. And with a few more strokes of his fingers, I see stars. Screaming out, I pull Parker’s face into me, soaking up every last tremor.
As my body trembles in the aftermath, he stands up, lining himself up to my core, and slides right in without giving me a second to recover.
“Jesus, fuck,” he groans. Our eyes meet and then we both look down to where we’re joined, watching him glide in and out of me. “Look at you take my cock, Cashlynn. Such a good fucking girl and such a greedy pussy.”
His words send a rush of heat through me, my nails digging into his shoulders as I gasp, “God, Parker… I need you. Don’t stop.”
He smacks my clit, sending a jolt of biting pleasure through my body. I cry out, the sound caught somewhere between a moan and a gasp, as he soothes the sting with slow, circular strokes.
Holy shit.
If grumpy Parker always fucks me like this, I have an entirely new problem to deal with when it comes to resisting this man.
He speeds up, thrusting deep and hard as I hold onto his shoulder with one hand, and put another behind me for support. Throwing my head back, I soak up the feeling of every inch of him pushing in and withdrawing from me. It’s incredible—so flawless that I almost feel like I could come again.
But suddenly, Parker pulls out, helping me down from the counter before spinning me around and pushing my torso down onto the cool marble. Sliding back inside me, he grips my hips for leverage, his fingers digging deliciously into my skin.
My hands are splayed out above my head on the countertop beneath me, my hips digging into the counter with each thrust. Leaning down, Parker presses his chest against my back, lacing his fingers with mine, pinning me to the marble as his lips brush my ear.
“Take my cock, baby. Take every fucking inch.”
“God, yes, Parker!” My voice trembles with raw need.
“Wearing my ring while I fuck you…How does that make you feel?” he growls, nipping my earlobe as goosebumps bloom over my skin. “How does that make you feel?”
I moan as his cock hits something deep inside of me. “Wanted,” I pant. “Needed.” I groan as he swirls his hips behind mine and drags his tongue up the curve of my neck. “Owned.”
“Damn right.” Parker’s hand comes down on my ass with a sharp smack, the sting radiating heat and sending a jolt straight to my core. “But you own me too, sweetheart. That’s what you don’t realize. You’ve owned me since the second our eyes met on the plane.”
His words make the wetness between my legs intensify, and with a few more thrusts, I feel my orgasm ready to detonate. “I’m close,” I say breathlessly.
His hand reaches around my hip and then he’s circling my clit, giving me that perfect friction that I need to explode. “Come on my cock, Cashlynn. Make a fucking mess for me.”
God, his mouth. “Yes…I’m—I’m coming!” I shout as my entire body tightens and then snaps like a rubber band. Parker picks up his pace, chasing his own release, and finds it on a groan that makes my whole body shiver.
When we’ve both recovered, he pulls out of me, spins me around and cups my face in both of his hands. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
I can’t help but giggle—because not only did this man just fuck me better than I could have imagined, but a sense of relief comes over me when I realize that now we can finally decide how to move forward.
Parker pulls me into his chest and breathes deeply. “Let’s get dressed and then meet in my room.”
“Okay,” I reply, grabbing my clothes from the floor and then hurrying to the bathroom as I feel his cum dripping down the inside of my thigh. That’s an unfortunate side effect of not using condoms I was blissfully unaware of.
Once I clean myself up and throw on a more comfortable outfit, I head to Parker’s room. The door’s open and he’s sitting on the edge of his bed, his forearms resting on his knees.
“You okay?” I ask softly.