Epilogue
The towering,shady oaks of the Museum District stand at attention on both sides of the road, branches forming an arch like the spears of a military honor guard. Most of them are losing leaves this late in fall, but the shade is still thick enough to cut the heat.
Even in fall, Houston is humid and warm. It”s a far cry from the sweltering heat of summer, though.
Parker and I walk hand-in-hand, enjoying the beautiful day. People smile and wave, and one or two fans run up and ask for pictures, but otherwise, we”re unmolested.
”I wish I”d brought a camera. You realize I”m going to bring you back here, right?” I ask as we stop to take in the view.
”Yeah, I know. But I”m a jealous man, Sof,” Parker says, wrapping me up in a big hug from behind, pulling my back against his chest.
I laugh, shaking my head as I push him away. It”s hard to keep Parker”s hands off me. I”m still not a big person for public displays of affection. At least, not anywhere we might really be seen.
”You can”t be seriously jealous of Nik,” I snort.
Parker”s grin doesn”t fade, but he starts ticking off things on his fingers.
”He”s always with you, hanging off your neck. Your hands are all over him. You spend a lot of time with him at work, long hours. You think about him all the time,”
I stop his counting by weaving my fingers through his and, after sneaking a glance to make sure no one is really looking at us, give him a quick kiss.
”Yeah, but you look way better topless,” I tell him with a smile. ”Also, he doesn”t have a tongue. He”s never made me scream.”
Parker grins, pulling me in closer.
”Time to head home?” He asks, smiling.
I nod rapidly, feeling my need for him rapidly rising.
The Uber doesn”t take long, but I can”t wait. I start getting handsy in the car. A crowd of people I still can”t do, but one person? One person could never keep me from Parker.
Ten minutes later, our clothes are all over the house. I never officially moved in with Parker, but I”ve got more things at his place than mine.
A devilish thought hits me on the way to the bedroom, so I give him a gentle shove onto the bed, watching him bounce onto his back as I stare at him. I always thought the expression mouth-watering was just an exaggeration, but I can”t stop licking my lips as my eyes move up and down Parker”s gorgeous body. His muscles have muscles.
”Come here, gorgeous,” Parker purrs. His voice, his body, his eyes — all almost too tempting to resist.
”Not yet,” I say, smiling coyly.
Then I grab my camera off the dresser, caressing it a little as I hold it up to my eye and focus on Parker”s glorious nudity.
”Oh no. Not my hated rival,” Parker says, chuckling.
I give him a wicked grin as I snap a few photos while I quickly set the camera up. One thing about being an obsessive photographer: you”ve always got a tripod handy.
So does Parker. The moment I”m done, I leap on top of him, straddling him, sinking onto his cock. Both of us moan in tandem, the feeling of our joined bodies almost too much for us.
Parker grabs my face and pulls me down for a kiss, my breasts pressing against the hard muscles of his chest. It”s a hungry kiss, hot and heavy and wet. I suck on his bottom lip, then move my lips to his ear.
”Let”s put on a show. You”re jealous of my camera? Show him that I belong to you,” I whisper.
Parker growls. It”s an animal sound, and it makes every hair on my body stand up. Goosebumps from head to toe. The thrill of it makes me clamp down around his cock, making us both groan again.
Then his hands are on my hips, and he”s rolling us. It”s so smooth I”m amazed, seeing it in my mind”s eye. Eager to watch it again. There”s a whirl of bodies, and then he”s on top of me, still inside me. I moan as his mouth finds my throat, my breasts, my nipples.
”You want to be claimed, Sof? You want your Nikon to watch me take what”s mine?” Parker says, his voice rough with need.
”Yes, si, yes,” I pant. Parker feels so fucking good inside me it crosses the wires of language in my brain, something he seems to love.
He shifts to his knees, pulling me with him. Positioning me until I”m spread open, knees almost kissing the tops of my tits, and then he fucks my brains out.
His body is a machine, honed to perfection. Every muscle in him bunches and flexes as he pours all of that perfectly honed athleticism into pounding me through the mattress. The sharp spike of pleasure is intense as I feel my first orgasm rip through me.
I cry out, my nails raking ten red lines down his forearms as I grasp at him, trying to hold on for dear life.
”Who does this cunt belong to?” Parker snarls, all trace of playfulness gone from his voice.
”You,” I gasp as he slams into me. My whole body is shifting, rippling with each heavy impact of his cock inside me.
He leans down, spreads my legs wide, and kisses me. His kiss is as rough as his stroke, and both are melting me. Body, mind and soul. I come again, biting down on his lip as I do, but he just fucks me harder.
Then he”s crying out, too. Roaring, his hips pistoning as he pours himself into me. Instinctively, my legs wrap around his waist, pulling him in, pulling him home.
”Mine,” I croon, stroking his back, his head, as much of him as I can. ”I love you, Parker.”
Panting, sweating, he stays on top of me, stays inside me. Right where I want him, right where he belongs.
”I love you too, Sofie. Forever.”