Chapter 25 #2
Last night, while I lay in my bed, wishing I were in his, I wondered if it was the not having it that made us want it so badly.
But if my wildly flipping stomach and the hard thing pressing into my leg are any indication, the flame hasn’t faded at all.
It’s only burning stronger than before. He’s being firmer, his movements more assured, knowing that he can ask for what he wants this time, more confident that I’m not about to change my mind.
And my wanting him back just as badly seems to be doing something for him.
He presses against me, rock hard inside his jeans, and I press my lips together to keep from moaning.
“God, Parker, you feel so good,” I pant instead.
His hand tangles through my hair, pulling my mouth back to his so he can devour me in another kiss.
“I might be able to resist you if your ass didn’t look so fucking good in those jeans.”
I arch my back, lifting my hips and giving him better access to grab the part of me he seems to like so much. So, he’s an ass man, I think to myself, making a mental note to show him just how good I can make a pair of jeans look.
A groan slips out of him as he palms me through the denim, and suddenly my hands are moving of their own accord, clawing and tugging his belt.
“Please tell me you have a condom.”
He stills, and I pause too, looking up through heavy lids at this man that I love and hate so much in this moment.
“Shit.”
“You’re kidding. You’re the one who started this out there!” I say, frustration etched in my voice. “What happened to ‘who said I’m not going to follow through?’” I shove his chest. “You really are a tease.”
A square foil packet appears in front of my face, along with his devilish grin.
“I hate you,” I deadpan.
“I think by now we can safely say that’s not true.”
I press my fingers to his lips before he can kiss me. “Nope. You had your chance, mister. You blew it. Which means that now I won’t be.” He tips his head back and lets out a laughing groan before he drags a hand over his face. “I should get back to work, since you don’t need me.”
“Oh, I need you,” he rasps, his voice gravelly. “I’ve needed to be inside you ever since yesterday.”
I do my best to keep my fake glare in place as he trails his hand down my cheek, along the curve of my throat, ghosting over my chest.
“Come on, Sloan. Let me change your mind.”
His hand continues to carve its gentle path down my belly before he trails his fingertips from the top of my thigh to my knee, then back again.
“No?” he says, his tone light and teasing, and I know he’s turning the tables on me before he does it.
“Alright. Beat it, then. Go ahead. There’s the door. ”
I scowl at the smirk on his face, but deep down, I don’t care if he wins this round.
We both want the same thing. Decision made, I’m still glaring when I reach for his belt again and watch desire overtake his features again.
Before I can finish my task, he pulls me off the counter and drops me on my feet, wheeling me around and working my jeans and underwear off my hips to my knees.
With a firm push on my shoulders, I’m bent over, my palms braced against the surface as he finishes unbuckling his belt without my help.
I’m panting and squirming by the time he tears open the condom wrapper, and the three seconds without his body in contact with mine are agony.
I bite on my shirt sleeve to keep from moaning when he presses himself against me from behind, one arm wrapped firmly around my waist while the other slips down over my bare ass.
Every inch of me is on fire, so much that I don’t even notice the cold air in the unheated barn.
My knees buckle when his fingers slide over my wet slit, and my head falls forward as I relish the feeling of him touching me.
His warm breath hits my ear before his lips do. “Still think I’m a tease?” he asks.
I lift my head, smiling as I turn my head towards him over my shoulder. “That depends on what you do next.”
His finger disappears, and the next thing I feel is the head of his cock dragging over my wetness. My mouth falls open, all playfulness gone. There’s no room for games anymore, not while the desperate need I have for him is claiming so much of my headspace.
“Yes, Parker, please. Please.”
With a booted foot, he nudges my feet as far apart as they’ll go with my jeans still around my knees, and I’m sure the pause is him checking the door with one final glance before he sinks into me with one slow, purposeful thrust.
“Ohmygod.”
“Shhh,” he murmurs into my ear. “We have to be quick. Can you be quick, baby?”
I nod, mouth clamped shut—while I can keep it that way. I’ve never done anything like this before, never had sex anywhere but in a bed. Where we are, coupled by the fact that there’s a slight chance we could get caught, while horrifying if I think too long about it, is also exhilarating.
He moves then, slowly dragging in and out, and it’s so tight and good I could scream.
Instead, I grip whatever I can hold onto, focusing on breathing through my nose to keep quiet.
Or, at least as quiet as possible. There’s nothing I can do about the whimpers of pleasure tumbling out of me at every thrust, and there’s nothing he can do about the grunts and stream of curses he’s whispering for my ears only.
They intensify as the pace of his thrusting builds, and as if that didn’t feel good enough on its own, he reaches around my waist and lets his finger toy with my sensitive bud.
Our heavy breathing fills the air, but outside of this, nothing else exists.
I rise onto my toes to tilt my hips upward, and the angle instantly hits the perfect spot.
I told him I could be quick, but I didn’t realize how fast I could be until I had him inside me, driving into me over and over again with such delicious pressure.
His fingers continue toying with my clit and he lays a claiming bite on the base of my neck, exposed under my collar, and that’s what does it.
My mouth falls open again as my release reaches its peak, but this time, he’s prepared for it.
He moves the hand that was on my waist to my mouth, gently muffling the sound I can’t capture on my own.
As my climax erupts and my walls tighten around his cock, I sink my teeth into the palm of his hand.
“Fuck. Oh fuck.” His hips stutter to a stop at his release before he curves forward around me.
As we both sink to Earth, we’re quiet for a few seconds, listening to make sure there isn’t any movement outside the door we might have missed.
Then he turns his head, laying a tender kiss on my cheek.
“I don’t know how I’m ever going to get any work done around here. ”
Far too soon, he pulls away. The metal of his belt tinkers gently as he rights his clothes while I slide my jeans up over my hips with my back still to him.
I should be deliriously happy right now, but worry is working in overdrive to take root in my brain.
And it’s painted across my face because as I turn, Parker’s face falls, turning instantly serious.
“Sloan? Everything okay?”
I’m halfway through nodding when I remember who I’m talking to.
I don’t lie to Parker. He’s the one person in my life I’ve ever been comfortable speaking my mind with, the one person I’ve never worried about being the people-pleasing Sloan with.
And, since we’ve already had that conversation, I know that it’s part of what he likes about me.
So I shouldn’t be worried to ask the question that’s on the tip of my tongue for fear of making him uncomfortable.
“What are we doing here?”
“In the feed room? I was minding my own business when your horny ass dragged me in here.” As he talks, he finishes fastening his belt and looks up as he tugs his flannel shirt back into place over his hips.
“That’s not what I—hold on, that’s not how it happened. You dragged me in here.”
“Not how I remember it.”
“Then you must have had a brain aneurysm in the last five minutes, because that is what happened. Whatever,” I say, trying to regroup while he smirks in amusement. “That’s beside the point. I meant—”
He grabs my chin, his eyes locking on mine. “I know what you meant. I just like to see you all fired up.”
“Oh good. That’s what I’m here for, to keep the people entertained.”
My flat tone does nothing to dampen the amusement in his eyes. His fingers trace my cheek. “You’re not entertainment, Sloan.”
“No?”
He shakes his head once, his nose brushing against mine as he does. Laying a kiss on my lips, he backs away, leaving some space between us. I lean back against the counter, hardly able to believe what we just did up against it.
“I don’t want to make assumptions,” I say after a breath.
Before I go planning my life around you. I’ve already done that once because Caleb and I couldn’t figure out how to have an honest conversation with each other, and I am not going down that road again.
“Look, Sloan. I’m not asking you to marry me or anything, but you should know I don’t do anything casually.
Least of all, dating. I’ve got enough going on in my life without adding that layer of complication or dragging anyone into bullshit they don’t need to be dealing with.
” He pushes the wheelbarrow that was blocking the door out of the way, and even though I get the sense that none of this is easy for him to say, he keeps talking.
“I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t think there was something here. ”
Something warms inside me as I realize what he’s saying. He doesn’t usually date, and he wouldn’t be doing this with someone he didn’t trust. I know how important his family is to him. He wouldn’t let anybody into his world by accident. As my insides hug at the realization, his face grows serious.
“But if that’s not how you see this, if this is just … I don’t know, fun for you, I need you to tell me now.”