Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Parker
The beautiful thing about my sister having security cameras at her house is that I can watch my pretty little angel with one little touch of a button.
I sit in my office and watch for too long as she shoveled the snow yesterday.
I wanted to send somebody over there, but by the time they’d arrive, she was going to be done. And how would I play that off?
The next evening, the strangest thing happens after the delivery driver drops off her gift.
I watch as she puts it up on the porch with a smile, and my heart nearly explodes, but that isn’t the problem; it’s what comes next.
A car approaches and pulls up just next to my sister’s house.
He gets out and creeps across the street.
He turns his head, and I recognize the bastard right away.
It’s the little pipsqueak from the restaurant.
I know he doesn’t think he has a date with her again.
“I’ll kill him,” I growl. I look around my office to see if my door is open.
It’s closed, thankfully. Still, I need to make something happen before he harms her.
I’m ready to act in case he’s not welcome.
He doesn’t ring the bell or even try to enter.
Instead, he puts a note on her car and then leaves.
I take down his license plate and run his information, and then I hurriedly get in my car and race to her house, snatching the note from the door. You better not call the cops, you stupid bitch, or I’ll kill you and your boyfriend.
“That’s it,” I snarl. I call my driver to get his assistance. Back in his younger days, he had ways of dealing with people in not so legal ways.
“I have a problem,” I say as I walk back to my car.
“Let me know what you need, and I can take care of it,” he replies without asking for details.
“I’ll meet you at your house.” I drive straight to his place, and we discuss what I’m going to do to this little fucker, or rather, what I want done. By the next morning, Tom won’t be harassing Caroline anymore. If he breathes near her, I’ll make sure it’s the last thing he does.
I watch her on the camera come and go and receive her next gift. She nervously looks around, and that pissed me off. I hope she’ll stop that soon. Would she be upset if she knew I dealt with her stalker problem? Probably.
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It’s Friday, and I’ve given my assistant the weekend off. Tonight, I’m making the delivery. After everything that has happened, I can’t wait anymore. I have to meet with her and see if she’ll see me.
My day ends a little later than I’d like since I plan on taking Saturday off, but Maxim has watched over the house, and she is safe. Our troublesome stalker has gone to lick his wounds privately. My first stop is to pick up dinner. I can’t come empty-handed.
By the time I arrive at her door, it’s after seven. “Oh, you’re just a little late today,” Caroline answers, coming to the door and opening it with wide eyes and a gasp.
“Um…I’m guessing I’m not who you were expecting?” I say, smiling at her, taking in every inch of her sexy ass. Damn, she looks incredible. I groan, thinking about all the times I missed seeing her face.
“No, but um…”
“I have your delivery.” I raise my arm, waving the bag.
“Are you just dropping off, or would you like to come in?” she asks, biting down on the corner of her bottom lip shyly.
“I did bring enough for two,” I say with a cheeky grin.
“Please come in.” She turns around and looks at her sofa and blushes.
She has folded blankets and pillows stacked on the side, and I’m instantly pissed off.
Did I miss some bastard coming and going?
I might have watched the camera at night, but I wasn’t focused on them all day.
She could have someone over at a different time.
“Do you have guests?” I ask, wanting to know if I’ll have to get rid of another interloper.
“Oh, no. I slept on the sofa. It’s quite comfortable.” It does look incredibly comfortable. It’s a plush microfiber piece that’s oversized, especially for someone of her height. Hell, we might fit nicely on there with her body buried underneath mine, naked.
“It looks like it.”
“Please come in and take off your coat.” I stare at her pink fairy-like wonderland. It’s pretty and elegant at the same time.
“Would you like something to drink?”
“I got us two bottles of Coke from the restaurant.”
“Oh, I could kiss you,” she states, slapping her hand over her mouth. “I didn’t…”
“Don’t worry, baby. When you’re ready to really kiss me, I’ll be waiting.”
She blushes and then finally finds her voice again. “Come into the dining room, and we’ll eat there. Sorry about the house—it’s not that big.”
“It’s nice.” It’s inviting even though the holiday isn’t my favorite. I take the food to the table in the small dining room that’s just off the living room. “So how long have you been living here?” I already know the answer, but she doesn’t need to know I’ve done the whole psycho stalker thing.
“About four months. I bought it in August.”
“Do you like Mexican food?”
“Love it. It’s another reason I refuse to move from Chicago.”
“I miss the city sometimes, but it pays to have a house that’s away from all the noise.”
“Yes, the quiet is wonderful. That’s why my sister loves it.”
“How is your sister? I saw her the other day, but I haven’t seen her since.”
“Oh, she’s out of town. She went to go see our father and his wife for the holidays.”
“So you did all that decorating for nothing?”
“Oh, no. She’ll be back, but it’s not for nothing. I got to meet the pretty snow angel who smells like cinnamon.”
“Thank you. Did you get any of my cookies?”
“I’m afraid I missed out,” I say after swallowing my bite of food.
“You didn’t want them because they were Christmas cookies, did you?”
“No, sweetheart. I swear. I just didn’t get any because I was so anxious to come over here that I’d forgotten about them, and then you tossed me on my rear and I never went back to my sister’s house. I went home to plan.”
“Oh.” I take her hand in mine.
“I’m going to be straightforward with you because that’s just who I am.
There are no fucking games because I don’t play that shit.
I run a multi-billion-dollar empire. I work hard, and that’s probably going to be our biggest obstacle—that I’m already trying to fix—but I know that you think that we’re not a good match because of one holiday. ”
“It happens to be my favorite holiday. I have so many wonderful memories.”
“And I have one of the worst.” I sigh and take a drink of my pop and then wipe my mouth with the napkin. “Look, I will forever have an ache in my heart this time of year, but I’m learning that maybe there are reasons to enjoy it.”
“Will you tell me what happened?”
“I’m surprised my sister didn’t tell you already,” I chuckle out a scoff.
“She left that out.”
“My mother died in a car accident on her way Christmas shopping.”
She gasps so loud, her hand falling to her stomach and one hand flying to her mouth. She shakes her head slowly, voice soft. “I’m sorry.”
I pull her hands away from her body and take them in mine. “I know that it’s not everyone’s fault, and as you can see, my sister still loves the holiday. I’m sure that she sees it as a way to help heal herself with the good memories, but for me it hasn’t always been easy.”
“I’m so sorry, Parker. That is difficult for anybody.” I swallow hard. “That wasn’t the worst of it. She was out buying a present for a woman she thought was her friend; the same woman who was banging my father.”
“Oh my God.”
“That son of a bitch betrayed the most wonderful woman in the world, and she died trying to spread love and kindness to two people who didn’t deserve it.”
She throws her arms around me, and through her sobs, she says, “I can take everything down if you want me to.”
I hook my hands under her arms and pull her away to look into her eyes. “Oh, God, no. Please don’t. I like seeing you smile. Besides, I never felt more in the Christmas spirit until I met you.”
“You don’t have to pretend for me.”
I wipe her tears. As sad as I am for my mother, I’ve shed enough tears.
The only thing I have left is my anger, and suddenly that doesn’t seem as strong with her here in my arms. “I’m not.
” Her lips brush mine. I lightly caress the nape of her neck and deepen our kiss before pulling back to look into her eyes.
“We should stop,” I say, trying to gain control of myself.
“Why? Don’t you want me?”
“I want you, Caroline. I want you so damn bad that I can’t think straight, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make you mine. I’ll give you all the Christmas cheer you want.”
“We’ll make a Christmas compromise.”
“Fair.”
“But for now, I want you to let me unwrap the other delivery that came today.”
“I haven’t come just yet,” I growl, pinning her down onto the sofa.
“Please make us both come,” she begs against my lips. I hope the fuck I can. For the past week, I’ve fantasized about taking her on her holiday floor, wanting to worship her on Santa’s playground, hoping to tear her apart and hear her scream my name as I made her orgasm over and over.
I slink down her body, smiling as I run my hands over her, teasing her ever so lightly. She has way too many clothes on for my liking, but I’ll remedy that in just a moment.
I need her naked and bared to me. I grab her top and swiftly lift it over her head, revealing her lush tits to my hungry mouth.
I drop my head and run my tongue along her ample breasts, sucking on her hard nipple until she’s whimpering.
Her hands spear into my hair, pressing my face onto her chest. I move my head to the other and give it attention while my hand squeezes the one I just abandoned.
“Damn, these are so perfect, baby.” I give them some more attention before running my lips along her chest, up to her throat, and to her pretty lips.
“Parker,” she moans.
“What do you need?” I ask.
“I want it all.”
“You’re going to get every inch until you can’t take any more, and then I’m going to give it to you again and again,” I reply with a light chuckle against her lips. “Now where was I? Ah, yes. Time to strip you completely bare.”
“What about you?”
“You want me naked?” I raise my brow and smirk.
I’m grateful that I packed a change of clothes in my trunk because I unbutton the first two and then tear the rest, sending buttons everywhere.
Tossing my shirt with hers and then removing my undershirt, I proudly kneel between her legs with my broad well-built chest on display for her.
“Oh my God,” she gasps. “Parker.” She reaches out to touch me, but I have to stop her because I might lose control, so I grab her hands and lift them above her head, then I bend down and take her mouth in a deep kiss.
“Just giving you what you want.”
My hands slide under the waistband of her leggings, and I run my fingertips over the edge of her panties. “These have to go if I’m going to have you how I want you, my sweet snow angel.”
I drag her leggings down her legs and off onto the floor.
My eyes are laser focused on the tiny triangle that forms at the meeting of her thighs.
Fuck, the white cotton panties are only making me harder.
My dick throbs painfully, so I loosen my belt buckle and then undo my zipper.
The head of my cock peeks out from the top of my boxer briefs, needing room to breathe, and my woman reaches out with her delicate hand and gives it a gentle caress.
“Fuck, Caroline, you’re going to make me come like that.”
“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”
“No, baby. You can touch me later, but I need to make you cream all over my cock first.” I want to devour her.