Chapter 45 Parker #2
“Yeah.” I tap her clit. “That feeling you have right now? Where everything hurts, your body begging for something it can’t have?
That’s what it’s like for me when you’re not around.
” I lean in and kiss her deep, fingers clutching the sides of her throat, holding her in place as I sink back into her pussy with one long stroke.
“Oh my God,” she gasps against my mouth.
“And this—the way it feels when I fuck you?” I thrust into her in shallow strokes. “That’s how it feels to be with you, Summer. I’m alive. On a different fucking planet.”
Her eyes close, brows draw together as she surrenders to the feel of us together.
“You and me?” I thrust hard, all the way in. “It’s the kind of high you kill for.” Another thrust that has her crying out. “Ruin your life for.” Another thrust. “Burn it all down for. You get it yet?”
Her face melts, eyelids go heavy. I kiss her until she’s gasping for air, shuddering beneath me, and pull out of her just as her back begins to arch.
“Fuck, Parker,” she sobs as her orgasm recedes. “You’re going to kill me.”
“So will you. Do you get it yet?”
She growls at the ceiling. I kiss her hard, then slide off the bed. “Then sit tight. It’s about to hurt, love.”
I lift her phone off the tiny kitchenette, punching in her passcode and smirking when I see she’s got our videos organized into a neat little folder.
Fucking her for the first time, her mouth around my cock in my kitchen.
The night she begged me to record myself jerking off.
The morning she rode me in the driver’s seat of the Jeep after a surf.
It’s all there, undeniable evidence of us. The way I love her, would destroy my body to give her whatever she wants. The way she needs me back.
I set it on autoplay and prop up the phone against a pillow by her head.
Summer inhales a soft breath, mesmerized by the video like it’s the first time she’s seen it. She squeezes her thighs together, giving her clit some friction as she watches.
I wrench apart her legs and settle between them to keep them spread.
“Parker, please.”
“Relax, baby. Enjoy the show.”
She turns to glare at me, lips parting when she sees me stroking myself. Fury and undeniable exhilaration pour from her eyes. I can’t help but laugh, leaning down to bite her lip.
“You’re cute when you’re needy. I ever tell you that?”
I turn her chin toward the phone when the next video starts—I’m in my bathroom, shirtless, sweats pulled down, phone trained on the mirror. Stroking my cock. Thinking of her and losing my fucking mind over it, as though she were in the room with me.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Summer whispers, eyes glued to the screen. “You’re torturing me.”
“You’ve got me wrapped around your finger. How can you not see it?” I lean down to kiss her neck while she watches me pump into my fist. “Look how hard you make me. I was thinking about you. Your pretty smile, the way your ass looks in a swimsuit. The way you sound when you come. And—”
My groan fills the van when I come in the video. Summer trembles, looking more distraught by the minute.
“Do you get it now, love? How bad it’ll hurt to be apart from you?
” I run a thumb over her nipple, take the other in my mouth.
She cries out something unintelligible. When I hover over her again, her face is contorted in agony.
“You make me want to be the best version of myself, someone who’s good enough to have you.
You make me feel loved, and safe, and like things will get better no matter how wrong they go.
All I want is to do the same for you. No matter where you are. For the rest of my life.”
Her expression morphs as I speak. Pain to frustration to desperation as wetness gathers along her lashes. “You do the same for me,” she whispers.
I stroke her cheek. “So, do you get it? You go, and I’ll be here. Missing you. Wanting you. You don’t have to be here for me to love you.”
Summer inhales a shuddering breath. “What if it goes wrong? Our relationship, down the drain. A whole friend group ruined. Half of them are related to you—they’d choose you, and then I’d really have no one left.”
“I’d choose you. You’re either ending up my wife or my best friend—both, if I’m lucky. No matter which way this goes, it’s you and me. I would choose you.”
Tears pour from the corners of her eyes, and I hate it—loathe seeing her cry. But these are the tears of a woman who’s maybe—finally—starting to understand.
I kiss her, slow and soft. Flip us so that I’m sitting, settled against the wall of the van, and bring her down onto my cock.
“Oh fuck,” she cries. She’s still bound, off-balance, so I do the work for her. Lifting and dropping her; filling, then emptying her. The relief in her face is vulnerable, so sweet. She brings her lips to mine. “Thank you. Thank you, thank you.”
My laugh is more of a breath, because the feel of her is so perfect I could die like this. And then she’s coming so hard that her lips freeze over mine.
“Attagirl.” I scatter kisses all over her face. “Take another one. You earned it. Such a sweet, patient girl.”
I reach between us. It takes barely a few strokes and she’s coming again, whispering my name, kissing my neck, thanking me over and over as if she wasn’t the best thing to happen to me. Then she begs for another one and we come together, limbs tangled, skin slick with sweat.
Later, when we’re cleaned up and thoroughly ruined, Summer lies with her head in my lap as I read out from her book. She pauses with a handful of chocolate almonds on its way to her mouth and says, “I’d choose you, too. If it all went wrong, I’d choose you.”
A fist closes around my heart. “There was never another choice for me.”
She nuzzles into me. “You flying out to watch me compete.”
“Is that a formal invitation?”
“Every stop. Whenever you can.”
I smile down at her sleepy face. “Worth getting out of bed for.”