25. Chloe
Chapter twenty-five
Chloe
P arker doesn’t let go of my hand as he talks to the cop and tells him everything he knows about Bethany and her past crimes against the family. Standing next to him, listening to their conversation, I get even greater insight into everything Bethany has done.
In addition to embezzling hundreds of thousands of dollars from the family business, she also pawned off irreplaceable family heirlooms, including a collection of their great-grandmother’s jewelry. Apparently, she’s always been willing to steal and manipulate people to get what she wants.
“And why did your family never report her previous crimes against them?” one of the officers asks when Parker stops talking.
Glancing over at his parents, who are huddled together on the couch, I see his father stiffen. I’ve no doubt he’s trying to hear what Parker has to say.
Sighing, Parker answers, “I suppose there’s always been the hope that she’d change. That she’d come home and everything would be fine and work out. I never shared that hope, but I didn’t want to cause my parents more pain.”
“All right,” the officer says. “Thank you. We’ll let you know when we have an update regarding the investigation.”
“Thanks,” Parker replies. Turning around, he leads me away. To my surprise, we start heading for the front door.
“Parker?” his dad calls out. “Where are you going?”
“Chloe and I need to have a private conversation,” Parker answers without looking back. “I’ll check in later.”
Before any of them can say another word, Parker and I are out the door and heading for his car.
“Parker, where are we going?” I ask breathlessly.
“I’m taking you home.” He doesn’t say anything else as he opens the car door for me and helps me inside. He moves around to the other side and slides in behind the steering wheel. Once he starts the car and pulls out of the driveway, he reaches over and grabs my hand again. We don’t speak for the entirety of the drive, but he never lets go of my hand. I’m not sure what’s going through his head, but I do take some comfort in his touch. At least it means he’s not upset with me…at least not so upset that he’s repelled by me.
When we reach Lauren’s house, Parker continues to hold my hand as he leads me inside and up the stairs to my room. He only lets go once we’re inside. I sit on the bed while he shuts the door. He stays turned away from me for several moments, and I finally can’t take the silence between us anymore.
“Are you okay?”
He doesn’t answer for quite some time, and I don’t press for an answer. I sit and wait as patiently as I can, my fingers fidgeting in my lap.
At last, he turns to face me and regards me a second before asking, “You’re pregnant?”
I swallow and nod, unable to find the words to respond.
“You’re sure?”
I nod again. What is he thinking? I can’t tell. His expression is unreadable. What am I going to do if he says he doesn’t want anything to do with the baby? What if he tells me he doesn’t want anything to do with me?
My heart is racing, and I’m struggling not to anxiously squirm as I wait for him to say something else.
Suddenly, he blows out a breath and walks over to me. Bending over, he cups the back of my head and pulls me into a hungry kiss. I gasp in surprise, and he pulls back enough that he can look me in the eyes. “We’ll figure everything out. I promise.” I stare up at him, stunned, but manage to nod. “Okay.”
He reaches down and grabs the bottom of my shirt and starts to tug it up my torso, but I grab his wrists to stop him and gaze up at him with furrowed brows. “Parker, are you okay? Earlier with your dad and the cops…”
He shakes his head, cutting me off. “Not tonight. Let’s just not talk about it tonight…or ever, if I can help it.”
I gaze up at him for a long moment, a part of me wondering if I should try to get him to talk about the day so he can process everything, but as I stare into his eyes, I can see the desperation flashing through them. I realize that’s not what he needs right now.
“Chloe, please,” he whispers in a choked voice. “I knew who she was. I knew the whole time.”
I hesitate a second longer before I nod and cup his face with my hands, pulling him in for another kiss. He quickly takes over again, slanting his mouth over mine and tangling his fingers in my hair. As he angles my head, I part my lips so he can sweep his tongue into my mouth. He lays me back on my bed and covers me with his body. Bringing his knee up between my legs, he presses it against my core, and I hiss out a breath.
He kisses along my jaw and down my throat, his hands moving to push my shirt up and over my head. He presses his mouth between my breasts as he works to undo the clasp of my bra and toss it away. Without a word, he wraps his lips around one of my nipples and sucks, hard.
“Parker!” I gasp at the sharp sting when his teeth graze my sensitive peak. When I reach up to grab his shoulders, he takes hold of my wrists and pins my arms above my head. A whimper escapes from my throat, and my core clenches with need.
Moving to my other nipple, he licks and sucks at it until my back is arching off the bed. I writhe beneath him but can’t escape his hold…not that I want to. I’m totally at his mercy, and I’ve never been more turned on. He needs to be in control right now. He needs to be rough and demanding, and I want to give him what he needs.
“Chloe,” he growls against my breast. “I need to lose myself in you. I don’t want to think about anything but how good you make me feel.”
“You can do what you want. I’m here for you, Parker. I’ll always be here for you.”
I didn’t intend to make that promise, but the words are out before I fully comprehend that I’m speaking them. What startles me more, though, is how much I mean them. I do want to be there for him. I want to be with him as more than a friend and a hookup. I don’t say so out loud, because he has enough that he’s working through right now, but my heart swells at the thought of being with him, really being with him.
Suddenly, he’s moving down my body and yanking my attention away from my wandering thoughts. He lets go of my wrists as he lowers to his knees on the floor beside the bed. Gazing up at me, he slowly drags my yoga pants down my legs and tosses them aside, then does the same to my panties. I’m totally naked before him while he’s still fully dressed. It’s one of the most erotic scenarios I’ve ever been in.
Pushing my knees apart, he says, “We’re not stopping until you’ve completely lost your mind and can only think of me. I don’t want anything else to exist for you but the pleasure I’m giving you.”
I stare down at him, stunned. A shiver courses through me at the feral glint in his eyes, and I feel myself growing wet, even though he hasn’t so much as touched my sex yet. Without another word, he lowers his head between my legs and swipes his tongue along my sensitive folds. I throw my head back with a cry as pleasure shoots through me.
“Oh, God!” I moan as he proceeds to feast on me like a starving man. His tongue, lips, and teeth are merciless. His fingers are like steel bands around my thighs as he pins me down and holds me wide open to him. Before long, I’m practically screaming as my body is overwhelmed with the most intense sensations and the line between pleasure and pain starts to blur, but I can’t get enough. As much as he’s giving me, I want more. I need to be filled and stretched.
I need to be connected with him in the most intimate way possible.
“Parker!” I whimper. “Please, it’s not enough. I-I need more.”
He lifts his head with a smirk and replies, “Greedy girl. You need something here, don’t you?”
Without warning, he slips two fingers inside me. I yelp at the sudden invasion.
“Yes!” I gasp. “I need it so bad!”
“All right, baby,” he growls. “I’ll give you what you need.”
He stands and stares down at me with those hungry eyes of his as he undresses. I watch, my breathing heavy and my whole body sparking like a livewire. When he shoves his pants and underwear down and releases his erection, I moan, and my core clenches in anticipation of being filled.
Once he’s totally naked, he moves back over me, resting his hips between my legs. His length prods against me, insistent and greedy.
“Look at me,” he orders in a breathless voice. “I want to watch you.”
I keep my eyes locked with his as he lines himself up with my entrance and pushes into me. I groan and have to fight to keep my eyes open as he reaches the deepest part of me.
“Yes,” I murmur. “Don’t hold back, Parker. Give me everything you have.”
He clenches his jaw and his hands find my hips, pinning me to the mattress. When he starts to move, he’s not gentle. His hips pound against mine, jostling my whole body and making my breasts bounce. I cry out in sheer ecstasy, savoring the feel of him buried so deep inside me, taking everything he needs from my all-too-willing body.
Burying his face against my neck, he snarls, “You feel so good. So damn good. You’re so perfect, Chloe. So perfect and mine, all mine!”
“Yes!” I exclaim, nearly sobbing with pleasure. “I’m yours, Parker. All yours! Please, don’t stop!”
He moves faster and harder, pounding into me with a desperation that mirrors my own. Needing to be closer to him, I claw at his back. We lose ourselves in each other and the pleasure consuming us, and just like he wanted, the rest of the world fades away. All that matters, all that exists, is him. I cling to him, knowing he’s the only thing keeping me from floating off into the abyss.
“Come for me, Chloe,” he orders, slipping his hand between us to rub at my clit. “I want to watch you come apart.”
As if my body was just waiting for his permission, my orgasm explodes within me. I’m consumed with wave after wave of the most intense pleasure I’ve ever experienced. Parker doesn’t let up, though, drawing out my release for as long as possible until I don’t think I can take anymore. Just when I’m about to reach my limit, he throws his head back and roars to the ceiling as he comes deep inside me.
It’s several moments before we both come back down to Earth. Parker rolls off me, and we lay side-by-side as we fight to catch our breaths. Without a word, he reaches over and wraps his arm around me, pulling me against him. I snuggle into his side, and a satisfied smile curls my lips.
“Are you okay?” he murmurs. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No,” I assure him, shaking my head while peering up at him. “You didn’t. That was amazing, Parker. I feel incredible.”
He smiles and presses a kiss to the top of my head. “Good, because I feel incredible, too.”
He hugs me tighter to him, and I feel satisfied and content. As I cling to Parker, I feel a deep sense of happiness and think to myself that I never want to lose this feeling.
I never want to lose Parker.