15. Declan Foster
15
DECLAN FOSTER
That dinner had been difficult.
I fought the urge to sigh with relief as we drove away from Sebastian’s house. The world was growing dark, and the stars popped out against the dark velvety sky.
A cool evening breeze swept through the lowered windows of the car, carrying with it the scent of green grass and a hint of honeysuckle from the giant bushes near the edge of Sebastian’s property.
I wasn’t quite sure what I’d hoped to accomplish by dragging Parker to this dinner with my odd friends. Had I been trying to silence their questions or show him off? That made no sense. He wasn’t mine.
I wanted him to be, though.
Before Joy and the fire, Parker had been my special secret. My weekly escape. A treasure I’d tucked away from the world, locked in a nice and neat box.
Then he’d started working at Courtland, spilling out of his box and into more of my life, and…I’d loved it. The secret had become more tantalizing and dangerous. I’d never been more excited or turned-on in my life.
Now he and Joy were living in my house, eating meals with me, spreading into every part of my day. They were constantly in my thoughts. While I would have expected to hate losing my life to what felt like chaos, I actually loved it. I wanted more of Parker and Joy in my life. Parker needed to be sleeping in my bed every night, not just having sex with me. He needed to share all his worries and thoughts with me, and I wanted to feel free to share my concerns with him. They needed to no longer be my secret but the thing I was most proud of. I wanted to share with the world that I had the best family of all.
But they weren’t mine. Parker and I weren’t technically dating, so I had no avenue for making this wonderful shift in my life permanent.
Tonight, he’d been introduced as my friend. Not boyfriend. My roommate. Yes, he’d said we fucked, but he’d never referred to me as his lover.
Not mine.
This needed to be fixed. Now. I had to make sure Parker stayed with me.
A low chuckle drew my eyes from the road to Parker. The glow of his phone pushed back some of the shadows, revealing his warm smile and laughing eyes.
“Franks sent me a video of Joy eating the carrots Donovan made for her while she was sleeping. I had no idea babies could eat and sleep at the same time until Joy. I’ve gotta forward this video on to my mom. She’s going to get a kick out of it.”
“ Mn . I thought I saw a text saying she was an angel all evening.”
“Yep. No problems.” He sighed and lowered his phone to his lap. “It’s nice having someone I can trust to watch over her in an emergency, but I need to find a more regular babysitting service for Joy.”
“Why?”
“Seriously?” Parker shifted in his seat so that he was facing me. “While keeping up with the house and meals for the three of us might not be the most taxing job, I know for a fact that babysitting wasn’t part of their job description when you hired them.”
“That is true,” I conceded as I turned onto the quiet, meandering road off Sebastian’s driveway. “But have you considered that Franks and Donovan offered to babysit because they like Joy and not because they saw it as part of their jobs?”
“Maybe. I figured they were trying to make you happy.”
“No. They know my expectations are good, timely meals and a clean, organized home. Childcare does not come into that.”
Parker turned in his seat and faced forward again. “I’ll have a talk with Franks and Donovan before I try to find another sitter. I don’t want to hurt their feelings or take advantage of them.”
“Thank you.”
It wasn’t hard to see that Franks and Donovan cared for the little girl. She was adorable and lit up the room whenever she was present. How could anyone not want to be near her?
“I’m sorry about tonight,” I continued, shifting my mind to more pressing concerns. “Sebastian can be overbearing if you’re not accustomed to him. Rome and Pierce are assholes, but they don’t mean any harm. It’s just their way of being friendly.”
“Honestly, I was going to apologize for being rude to your friends.” Parker rubbed his hand across his chin. “I’m not usually so snarky around people I just met.”
“I didn’t think you were that snarky.”
Actually, I did, but I didn’t want Parker to feel bad. His usual playfulness had taken on a new, sharper bite with Rome and Pierce.
Parker’s cackle filled the car and danced out the windows to race alongside it. “You’re ridiculous. I was so bitchy. At least things mellowed out after we finished our pissing contest. They don’t seem to be so bad after all. Maybe just overprotective of you.”
“Not so bad? Even Rome?”
“Oh, my fuck! That guy!” Parker growled. “He’s okay, but he rubbed me the wrong way with the way he was trying to force you to smile and saying you don’t smile. Fuck that shit! Of course you smile! Maybe you don’t do those big, wide-ass grins like some people, but I can tell when you’re smiling. Your eyes get that little sparkle, and there’s this wrinkle that forms by your right eye each time you’re really happy. How the hell has he not noticed that?”
I needed to kiss him. No one had ever used the word “sparkle” to describe anything I’d done.
I needed to kiss him right now.
But I was fucking driving. My hands tightened on the wheel and I clenched my teeth, eyes searching for a place to pull off. This wasn’t a typical residential street where I could pull over in front of someone’s house.
There!
I slammed on the brakes, slowing the car as I pulled into an overgrown and rutted road that was almost lost to the growing shadows. I’d forgotten about this spot. There was an abandoned house at the end of this crumbling driveway. Years ago, I’d looked into buying this plot of land with the plan of tearing down the house and building my own close to Sebastian. However, the county had put a giant power-line tower nearby, ruining the view and aesthetic value of the property.
“Whoa!” Parker shouted, grabbing the handle of the door. “What the hell?”
We bounced along the road for a minute. Only when I glanced in the rearview mirror to find that the trees on either side of the driveway had blocked any sign of the main road did I slam the car into park. In a flash, I had my seat belt unbuckled so I could lunge across the small space to capture Parker’s mouth in a hard, draining kiss.
His muffled words were swallowed up, and I almost broke off the kiss, but Parker’s hands seized my clothes, and he returned the kiss with the same ferocity. His tongue lashed at mine and the most delicious moan rattled up his throat as he melted into me. The heat of him, the smell of his faded cologne mixing so perfectly with his own personal scent to drive me insane—everything about Parker made me want him more and more.
Parker’s hands slid up my chest, setting me on fire as I ate at his mouth. All it took was a kiss, a touch, a fucking look, and I wanted him beyond all reason. He was a flickering flame, dancing, always out of my reach, but I couldn’t stop myself from reaching for him, praying that this time I would draw him close and keep him.
A needy groan rose from Parker’s throat, followed by a soft bang. “Fuck,” he snarled, breaking off the kiss. He pulled away to rub his knee after hitting it on the center console. “Why did you have to start this in the car? There’s no room.”
“Get out of the car.” I didn’t wait for him to respond. I turned off the car completely, pocketed the keys, and climbed out.
“What?” Parker cried as I slammed the door shut.
Parker had just gotten to his feet when I reached his side. I snagged a fistful of his shirt and moved him to the rear passenger-side door. I pinned him against the car and kissed him, reveling in the feel of his entire body pressed to me. His hard cock dug into my hip and his hands clung to my shoulder as he thrust.
“Really, Mr. Foster. Such behavior in public,” he panted in my ear as I kissed along the thick column of his throat.
“I’ve fucked you twice in a bathroom,” I pointed out and bit down on that tender spot where his neck met his shoulder.
“In a stall. No one could see us. But here…anyone could dr ive by. Will you fuck me here?” As he spoke, one of his hands slithered between us to stroke my dick through my pants. Like I needed any added help.
“I don’t have any lube on me,” I warned. No matter how turned-on I was, I didn’t ever want to hurt him.
“Spit will be enough.”
It wasn’t ideal, but I had a feeling this wouldn’t take long.
With a grunt, I pulled Parker forward so I could open the back door. “Lower your pants and get your ass in the air.”
“Ha!” Parker jumped away from me, attacking his belt and pants while I grabbed my wallet.
Except my reserve condom wasn’t there. I’d used it at Parker’s months ago and forgotten to replace it.
“Do you have a condom on you?”
“What?” Parker’s eyes widened with panic as he stared at my wallet with both hands gripping the waist of his pants.
“I’m out.”
“Me too,” he whispered. We stood frozen for a second in hard, aching horror. Parker reacted first.
“Fuck me bare,” he snapped.
“But—”
“No, you got me worked up. I’m not going home like this.” He dropped to his knees in the dirt and grass and worked to open my pants. “I’m going to suck your dick to get it all slick, and then you’re going to fuck me bare with that thick beast.”
I grabbed a handful of his hair and forced him to look up at me. “This isn’t a game, Parker. If it’s just about getting off?—”
“I’m serious. You’re the only one I’ve been with since we met, and you’re the only one I’ve begged to fuck me raw. Give me this.”
My fingers tightened on his hair and the blood racing past my ears became a roar. Whatever common sense or good intentions I had left were obliterated. I’d wanted this too, for far longer than I wanted to admit .
“I guess you better get me good and wet,” I ground out between clenched teeth while loosening my hold on his hair.
Parker flashed me a brilliant smile before he resumed freeing my cock from my clothes.
The blowjob was quick and so damn sloppy. The wet noises coming from him were indecent, and I loved it. Not that I needed him to get me more worked up than I already was. After a few passes, I was pulling him up and turning him toward the car. He lay across the back seat with his feet on the ground and that delectable ass in the air.
Using the dome light in the car to see, I spit on his pink hole and used two saliva-slicked fingers to work it in, stretching him.
“Just do it. I’m still loose from last night’s marathon,” he groaned.
I was counting on last night’s marathon to give me some staying power now.
But I was so fucking wrong.
As soon as I pushed the head of my cock into that incredible, tight heat, I was a goner. Nothing had prepared me for the amazing feel of him. My toes curled in my shoes, and I gripped his hips hard enough to bruise. So velvety soft. Tight muscles massaging me, pulling me deeper with each thrust. I stared between us, watching my cock penetrate him, losing myself in his body. I wanted to take it slow, savor everything about this moment, but I was teetering on the edge.
And then there were the noises coming out of Parker. He’d never been quiet a moment in his life, and he wasn’t going to start now. Each moan and whimper to go harder, faster. The slap of our sweaty skin echoed in the open space.
“Come. Come in my ass. I want to feel it. Hear it. Come in me,” he chanted.
I always tried to make sure he came first, but Parker fucking broke me. A few more frantic thrusts and I came hard into his hot, tight channel .
I continued fucking him slowly through my cum, letting him feel it, hear the wet noises. He groaned and shuddered.
“Fuck,” he muttered against the leather seat.
“What’s wrong?” I braced my forearm on the car and leaned most of my weight on it because my legs were shaking and threatening to buckle. My dick remained buried in his ass because I had no intention of leaving him any sooner than I had to.
“I just came on your seat.”
“So?”
“I wanted to flip over and come in your mouth, but it felt too good.”
That put the smile only Parker saw on my lips. Reluctantly, I retreated, removing my dick from his hole. In the thin dome light, a silvery thread of cum slipped out. With my index finger, I gathered it up and carefully pushed it back in. A little hum of pleasure rose from Parker as I moved my finger in and out of his hole.
How the hell was I supposed to use condoms with him now?
It wasn’t just the incredible feel of being bare inside his body. I’d left part of myself in Parker. Marked him. There was no way in hell I was going to let someone else touch him, and I had zero desire to have this connection with anyone else. There was one way to fix that.
“Parker, would you be willing to date me?”
There was a long moment of silence that was finally broken by a loud bark of laughter.