Chapter 20
Clover
Parker had surprised me.
I understood being protective of his pack and being out of touch with the world the rest of us inhabited, but I drew the line at being disrespected.
If he was willing to backpedal and put in the work, then I was willing to entertain the possibility that we could be around one another for the sake of the others.
That was weird by itself. I wasn’t totally on board with a pack, but I saw the allure. Getting dicked down by a bunch of hotties wasn’t a bad way to pass the time. I didn’t want to ruin a good temporary thing because Parker and I were butting heads.
It was kind of unfair that he got the kitty purring.
He was gorgeous, though the attitude dropped him down a few spots on the hotness scale.
I was infinitely curious what going to bed with him would be like after being with the rest of his pack, and from the way his gaze swept over me every so often, I wasn’t the only curious one.
If Parker was terrible in the sack, then I’d be cured of my curiosity and could move on easier. If he wasn’t…well, that was a bridge I was willing to cross when the time came.
We handed our ticket to the valet, and he zipped off to collect my baby for us.
“What’s the plan, Parker?” I asked when we were alone again.
“Plan?”
“What were you hoping would happen if I agreed to go out with you?”
His cheeks flushed to match his hair. “I didn’t think we’d actually get this far. I still don’t know if I can trust you, but you’re mind-bendingly tempting, and I’m tired of resisting it if you are. You’re a frustrating mystery and you glitter-bombed my car, yet I still want to kiss you.”
I purred, a smile overtaking my face. “You want to kiss me?”
“Don’t be obtuse. You know you’re beautiful. You’ve managed to hypnotize my entire pack, and I’m not even surprised about that after having spent time with you.” He growled the last part and it sent a little thrill up my back.
“Do you think I’d stop you if you tried for a kiss?”
“That was the assumption I was working under, yes.”
“Can I ask another question that’s guaranteed to make you be weird about it?”
He swallowed hard. “Go for it.”
“What do you think about kissing to get the curiosity out of our systems?”
Parker moved before I could blink, sweeping his hands into my hair as his mouth descended to mine. Desire went off like a firework in my core. I opened my mouth to his questing tongue and let him back me up against the nearest wall.
Holy shit.
Okay, so, Parker knew how to kiss. Didn’t mean he knew how to fuck like his pack mates. I let out an embarrassing little whimper when Parker pulled away as the valet returned and cleared his throat.
“Your keys, sir.”
Parker passed the keys to me, and I pulled myself together—dripping pussy and all—so I could focus on driving.
I had to keep my eyes on the road, but he didn’t, and I felt every scalding caress of his gaze on my skin while I navigated traffic.
Driving was a mistake. I couldn’t get finger-fucked while I was in charge of getting us safely to our destination.
“What’s the plan, Clover?” he asked, parroting my earlier question to him.
“What do you want the plan to be?” My heart was racing, my stomach clenching, and my pussy was begging for some attention after that kiss. It was kind of mean for fate to make him a good kisser with such a capacity for being a butthole.
“I think we both know the answer to that,” he replied eventually.
“Are you over hating me?”
“I never hated you. I was a protective idiot who shoved my foot so far into my mouth you could see toes coming out of my ass.”
I laughed at that. “You’re not wrong.”
“If you give me a chance, give the pack a chance, I promise I’ll try to muzzle myself when a stupid thought enters my head.
I acknowledge that I fucked up, reiterate that I love my pack more than anything and won’t let them get hurt if I can help it, but I can also admit when I’ve misstepped.
I’m sorry for how I spoke to and about you.
It wasn’t deserved, and I should have trusted my pack’s judgment when it came to you. ”
“Thank you.” I sighed and we turned onto the road to our neighborhood. “I’m not looking for a pack. There’s no nefarious undertone to any of this. I just wanted to get laid, and it all got a hell of a lot more complicated than I expected.”
“Understood.”
“If you treat me with respect, we can have a good time together. If not, you’ll always wonder when the next glitter bomb is going to appear. I have a long memory.”
Parker nodded, looking at me with a mix of concern and barely contained lust.
I pulled to a stop out of sight of the pack house. “Am I coming inside?”
Parker threaded his fingers through my hair, cupping the back of my head to claim my mouth. He dipped lower, teasing along my throat. “I have plenty more apologizing to do, and I’d like to do it just like this.”
I purred as he swept around the car, undid my seatbelt, and tugged me into his arms. I searched his gaze, finding none of the suspicion and irritation from before. “Carry on, then.”
He carried me bridal style toward the pack house, where he slipped around to the back entrance. I stayed quiet, breathlessly awaiting whatever skills Parker possessed.
I wasn’t sure if the others were home, but Parker practically sprinted to his room, ensuring that even if they were, they wouldn’t see us.
He set me down on the edge of his bed, and when he leaned in, I flopped back, drawing him with me a half second before the entire room exploded into a glittery pink hurricane.
As the rosy dust settled, I burst out laughing. “I swear this wasn’t me!”
Parker’s eyes were almost vacant. “Are those letters in the glitter…?”
I looked closer at the pretty sparkles and, sure enough, little A glitters were mixed in among the regular flecks of pink.
“Avery!” Parker growled. “Of course, he would do something like this!”
I fought a losing battle against the sparkles. It was everywhere, in my hair, my clothing.
“I’ll get him back for this,” Parker muttered, helping me to my feet to shake some of the glitter off.
“I don’t think mine was this bad.” I chuckled.
Now that I wasn’t distracted by Parker’s mouth, I could snoop in his room. It was truly a reflection of him.
No fuss, no muss.
Direct, clean—minus the new glittery additions—and something about it screamed of quiet wealth.
“Cleaning this up should be easier than cleaning the car. The glitter was in the air vents, Clover. At least this gives me an excuse to rip up this carpet and put some hardwood down.”
I resisted the urge to laugh at the mention of hardwood.
Parker tried to sound pissed, but the corner of his mouth lifted. For a moment, we stared at each other in that shocked, “what now?” kind of way, but then the two of us burst into hysterical laughter.
I’d never heard Parker laugh before, and I liked it.
He brushed his thumb over my cheek, looking at me like he’d never seen me before. I wasn’t prepared for the curious tenderness in his eyes or for the zing of pleasure from his thumb to my clit when he traced my lips. “You’re sure you want this?”
I nodded slowly, reaching for the buttons of his shirt so I could undo them one by one. Delicious tension built until I reached the last one and Parker shrugged the shirt off, revealing a gorgeous expanse of freckles.
“You’re sparkly,” he said plainly.
“You’re one to talk.”
He dragged off several layers of his bedding until there was a relatively glitter-free space for us. I wriggled out of my sundress, and he slid his pants down so we didn’t carry the glitter onto the rest of the bedding.
My skin was already burning, the desire I felt for Parker—as much as he’d been such an ass before—mounting nonstop. He had tried so hard to be nice to me, to win me over, and I could tell. Maybe he really meant it.
Our lips met again. Parker gripped my hips, pulling me closer, and then we were moving backward.
My knees hit the end of the mattress, and Parker lowered me onto it, towering over me as his kisses worked over my chin and then down to my chest. Everywhere he touched me was like a burning fire in my blood.
Regardless of what we might have been fighting about before, all I could think about now was how badly I wanted this alpha to ravage me.
Blood humming with need, I arched up against Parker’s mouth.
He kissed the swell of my breast over my bra cup.
Part of me wanted to draw things out, to see if I could translate him eating chocolate from my fingertips to something more salacious, but now that I was half-naked in his bed, my patience had deserted me.
“Hurry up,” I gasped as he tugged down the cup and sucked my nipple into his mouth. A quick nip from him had me gasping again.
“Impatient?” He looked entirely too pleased with himself when he said those syllables.
Slick was already soaking into my panties, but that was nothing compared to what happened when I watched Parker strip.
None of the alphas in this house were lacking when it came to musculature carved from stone or packing a punch below the belt, and Parker? He was packing.
Not only that, but it was glinting in the dim light of his room.
“Parker, is that a fucking Prince Albert piercing?”
“A little gift from my time in a fraternity. Hazing is no joke. Have you played with someone pierced before?”
I shook my head.
“Think you’re up for it?”
I wasn’t one to back down from a challenge. Though I hadn’t played with anyone sporting hardware, I was curious to see how it improved things. “I’m always up for it. Show me what you’ve got.”
The wicked gleam in his eye should have been my first clue he meant business. Parker dropped to his knees, dragged my hips to the edge, and yanked my panties out of his way. If Parker wanted to beef up his apology by eating me out, I wasn’t going to stop him.
He kissed up the inside of my thigh, holding me hostage with his hazel gaze. I bit my lower lip and threaded my fingers through his hair. “Is someone aiming to be a very good boy?”
Parker’s growl had my skin heating, slick dripping as he spread my knees so he could get closer. With a quick movement, he propped my knees over his shoulders and dove in. The sweep of his tongue had my fingers twitching against his scalp, a groan sliding past my lips.
“Fuck, Parker.”
I let him eat his fill, surrendering to the ecstasy of his tongue on my clit. His hair flickered like a flame at the edge of my vision.
My skin was so hot.
All I wanted in this moment was to get utterly fucked into the mattress, but Parker would have to stop eating me out to do that, and I wasn’t ready to give that up yet.
He moaned as he worked me into a frenzy.
I bucked hard, keeping him exactly where I needed him, my thighs twitching and my cunt pulsing.
“Parker.” I whined out his name, nearly choking it back when I saw how damn satisfied his face was as he rose up to stare down at me.
“Hmm?”
“Get on the bed,” I ordered.
“You’re in charge now?”
I stroked my thumb over his freckled cheek. “I am if you want to fuck me.”
He kissed me stupid until I was almost willing to let him take over.
“Parker, get on the damn bed so I can ride that pony.”
His laugh warmed me through. “Pony? My cock doesn’t even get to be a horse?”
“Maybe you should care less about what I call it and focus on being ridden.” I purred as he settled against the headboard so I could climb into his lap. His mouth sought mine when I settled into place, hovering for the moment rather than sinking down.
I shivered at his grip on my hips and took my time sampling his mouth. His musk rose scent made me dizzy with desire, but not quite as much as when he nudged me even closer, and I couldn’t stop myself from grinding against his cock. The tease of the metal was too much to resist.
Parker scraped his teeth along my throat as I lined him up and let his tip—and that piercing, holy shit—nudge inside, rocking my way down until we were both breathless and he was buried to the hilt.
“Goddamn, you feel so fucking good, trouble.” He panted against my skin, his hands helping me along with the first experimental movements.
“You don’t feel so bad yourself, handsome.” I put my Pilates to good use and set a brisk rhythm that had Parker cursing and clutching me to him as best he could without impeding me.
Every descent onto his cock had my eyes crossing. Between the stretch from his cock and the glide of the sensuous metal, I was on cloud nine.
“How’s the piercing treating you?”
“I’ve been missing out by never playing with someone pierced before.”
Parker’s hands explored every inch of me, and when he dipped to tease my clit at the same time he grazed his teeth across my throat, I lost it. He didn’t last more than a second longer than me as I gushed slick and triggered his knot. The pressure sent me into the stratosphere.
Listening to Parker come undone was a thing of beauty.
As long as he kept his stupidity on a leash, I was definitely not opposed to hearing it again…and again.