Chapter 30
CHAPTER THIRTY
MOLLY
Two Weeks Later
"I swear to God, Parker, if you don't fuck me right now, I'll go out and find someone who will."
No I wouldn't. It was an empty threat. I knew it. Parker knew it. The whole world probably knew. But that wasn't the point. I was horny, and I wanted him to do something about it. Of course my husband wasn't afraid to call me out on my bullshit.
"No you won't." He rubbed his long erection against my core and caused me to whimper. "You want one cock right now, and that's mine."
Screw him for sounding so cocky.
I snickered to myself. Cocky about his cock. Oh man, I sure knew how to make myself laugh.
"Did I say something amusing?" He nuzzled the spot just below my ear.
"Nope. A lame dad's joke crossed my mind," I replied on a moan.
"Care to share with the class?" His breath tickled my skin.
I arched my neck to give him better access. "Not particularly. I'd prefer if you did less talking and a lot more action."
"I'm not fucking you today. It's only been two weeks since you almost died. I won't be the reason your recovery is delayed."
I pushed on his chest so he was forced to look me in the eyes. I instantly regretted it. The pain there nearly broke me, but I refused for us to live in fear. "I'm fine. The knife didn't hit anything major, and my stitches were removed yesterday. I feel great."
Only a small white lie. My core muscles ached. Bending at the waist was a bit of a challenge, but that didn't mean he needed to treat me like glass.
"The doctor also said it would take longer for the tissue to heal. I know for a fact you're still sore. I see the way you wince whenever you're forced to bend in some way."
Damn the man for being hyperaware. He noticed too damn much.
"Fine, it hurts a little, but the ache in my pussy is worse. I need you. If I promise to just lie here and let you do all the work, will you give me what I want?"
The warring in Parker's eyes was the first sign I was breaking down his defenses. I decided it was time to kick things up a notch. I batted my eyelashes and stuck my bottom lip out in a pout. "Please, Parker. I need you."
I knew I had him when he sighed. "You have to promise to move as little as possible."
I was sure he could see the delight in my eyes and how big my smile was. "I promise. Scout's honor."
"I doubt you were a Boy Scout."
"Nope. Not even a Girl Scout but that doesn't mean I won't keep my word."
Parker released a slow breath. "Okay, if we're doing this, we're doing it my way."
I felt like a bobblehead. I was so eager that my head bounced around with glee. I've never had to work so hard to get a man to have sex with me. It was a true testament to how much my husband meant to me.
I watched in fascination as he pushed up from the bed and started to strip. His body was a work of art, and my eyes couldn't keep up with each layer that was revealed.
"You keep looking at me like that and this is going to end."
My gaze snapped up to his. "How am I looking at you?"
"Like I'm a piece of meat you want to devour. It makes me want to fuck you hard, and I can't do that."
I licked my lips at the picture he painted.
Injury? What injury?
"We can pin that for a later date. I just want to feel you inside me. Preferably bare."
Wait? Where the hell did that come from? I’d never taken a man bare.
"Are you on birth control?"
I shook my head. Even more reason it was a crazy idea. Yet now that I said it out loud, I knew I wanted it.
"I know my body pretty well though, and I shouldn't be ovulating."
"Are you willing to play Russian roulette like that?"
Was I? I barely had to think about it for more than a second. "Yes, I am."
Parker's eyes were suddenly feral. "You're really testing my resolve not to fuck you into oblivion. You're lucky the idea of fucking you bare is overriding my good sense."
He leaned over me and snagged my shorts and panties in one go and slid them slowly down my legs. I made good on my promise and didn't move a muscle even though lifting my ass would've made life easier for him.
"Your shirt stays on this time. I don't want you bending to take it off."
Parker's consideration for me and my injury would send me over the edge. It was a damn good thing I was already in love with him. Otherwise that alone would've had me falling into the abyss.
"Whatever you say. I'm yours to do with as you please."
His hungry gaze caressed my body. I was never self-conscious in the past but knowing I had a big scar on my belly had me itching to cover that area. Parker must've read the hesitation in my eyes because he shook his head. "Don't you dare consider covering up an ounce of your body. You're perfect."
"I have a huge scar," I reminded him.
"You do, and it shows me that you're a survivor. There's nothing sexier than that."
As if he needed to prove it to me, he inched my shirt up slowly until it rested beneath my boobs. "I wish I could see every inch of you, but this will have to do for now."
There was no need for me to be embarrassed when the man I loved looked at me like he did.
I held my breath in anticipation when his one knee rested on the bed, and his hand came down next to my head. "You tell me if you're hurting." His eyes never wavered from mine. "I mean it. This stops if you feel any discomfort."
I nodded my head even though I knew I wouldn't tell him to stop. I was desperate for him. I could handle a little bit of pain if it meant we were together like this again.
His gaze stared into my soul. I matched his look and did my best to convey that I wanted––no, needed––this. Finally he took pity on me and dropped his lips to mine in a sensual kiss.
My body lit up like fireworks on the Fourth of July. I allowed myself to touch him. Just my hand along the muscles of his arm. I waited eagerly for him to touch me back. And oh damn when he did, it was like a cool drink of water on a hot summer day.
"You're so wet for me already." His lips hovered just above mine so that our breaths mingled when he spoke.
"Always."
"I'm going to ask you one last time. Are you sure you want me to take you bare?"
Parker adjusted so both of his forearms rested on either side of my head, and he hovered just over me with his cock poised at my entrance. If I didn't know it would make him stop, I would've lifted my hips as my answer.
"Yes. Please." I wasn't above begging. I doubted I would ever remember our first time together, but I could have this, and I wanted to savor it.
Ever so slowly, Parker slipped inside me inch by torturous inch. The way he split me apart just to put me back together would forever be my greatest memory of us.
"You okay?" he asked as soon as he was seated fully inside me.
"More than okay. Make me yours."
That was all it took. One low growl and Parker did exactly as I asked. He claimed me. Sweet with a side of torture. He hit the spot deep inside me that made me want to sing his praises.
Despite his reservations, he didn't hold back. One arm snaked down and latched on to my hip to keep me in place, but it was the only thing stopping me from meeting him thrust for thrust.
I didn't care if it hurt me or not. I snaked one leg around his calf. Parker was too far gone to say anything. That or he knew I was fine. That him being with me was all I needed to heal.
A sheer line of sweat dotted his forehead. He was close. I could feel it, and so was I.
"Give it to me."
My body obeyed his every command. My orgasm ripped through my body so hard that I felt a twinge of pain in my stomach, but it was quickly drowned out by the overwhelming feeling of pleasure.
Parker was only seconds behind me. With a grunt, he spilled his seed inside me and coated my walls. A small part of me hoped I was wrong about my ovulation cycle, and he did knock me up.
Just the thought of that happening made me want to have sex with him over and over again.
Instead of collapsing like I knew he probably wanted to, Parker broke our connection and rolled onto his back.
"Did I hurt you?" His question was choppy and out of breath.
"No. You need to stop worrying that I'm going to break. I'm tougher than you think."
We both tilted our heads to look at each other. "I know you are. Give me a second and I'll go grab a washcloth to clean you up."
I would accept that, but only because the thought of getting up made me cringe. I kept that little tidbit to myself and allowed Parker to take care of me if only for a few minutes.
I closed my eyes after he was done and just basked in the euphoria. Sex with Parker was even better than I could've expected. I should never have worried about how it would change us. Not only didn't I want to get up, but I wanted more rounds. Every day for the rest of my life.
My eyes flashed open when something cool was slipped onto my ring finger. I was immediately captured by Parker's heated gaze. "I told you in the hospital I was getting you a diamond. This is me keeping my promise."
I lifted my hand and looked lovingly at the solitary round diamond sitting flush with my wedding band from Vegas. "When did you have time to get this?"
Parker had barely left me for more than an hour here and there. He hovered over me like the two men who bothered me weren't in jail.
Just for the record, they were. Both were waiting to be sentenced although Jacob wouldn't do nearly as much time as Ben.
"When I told you I had to go to work last week, and Elle came over to hang out with you."
I remembered that but only because I thought Elle was acting strange. I chalked it up to guilt eating at her, but now I realized it was more than likely she had been hiding a secret.
"Elle knew."
Parker snickered. "Of course she did. I had to make sure you would like it."
I couldn't take my eyes off the beautiful ring. "I love it, but more importantly, I love you."
"I love you too."
Now I knew why every other guy was nothing more than a one-night stand. My heart was waiting for the right man to come along, and I found him at a hotel bar in Vegas.