Chapter Thirty-Six
Parker
I wake up to a bright light. Rolling over, I see that the curtains on the large windows by Audrey’s little reading nook are wide open. I grab the pillow from behind my head and pull it over my face.
“What are you doing?” she asks, her voice groggy.
I peek from beneath the pillow and see her lying against me, her wild hair splayed out on my chest.
“Trying to keep from being blinded. You need some shades on those windows,” I grumble.
“I like the sun to wake me up in the morning,” she mumbles.
“You work until three, sometimes four. Don’t you ever sleep in?”
“I have something for that. Top drawer of the nightstand.”
I toss the pillow aside and open the drawer. Reaching inside, I pull out a silicone-covered pink wand with a flexible tip. Audrey’s eyes go wide, and she lunges for the toy. It begins to vibrate as we wrestle for it.
“I didn’t mean that. I was talking about the sleep mask,” she squeals as I get her onto her back.
“Oh, I bet this comes in handy during those late nights too,” I say.
She grins. “Very handy.”
I lean up and turn the bottom of the device, and the intensity of the vibration increases. I run it over one of her nipples, and she gasps.
“You like that?”
She bites her lip and nods. I bend down and lick the other bud as I roll the vibrator over it again, and she moans.
“Oh, this is going to be fun,” I murmur against her skin.
I kiss my way down her stomach, dipping my tongue into her belly button. Then, I raise my head and watch her as I slide the wand up her inner thigh and bring it to her clit. Her eyes close, and her back arches off the bed. I keep circling the sensitive bundle of nerves as I crawl back up her body. Her hips move as I slide the tip through her wetness and back up. I grow hard, watching her writhe as I play. She growls her disapproval when I pull it away. I lift her from the mattress and move under her, sitting against the headboard.
“Ride me, baby,” I say as I guide her legs over my hips.
She comes up onto her knees and reaches between us. Taking my throbbing erection in her hand, she guides it to her entrance and sinks down on my length.
“That’s it,” I pant.
She places her hands on my shoulders and begins to move up and down. Taking me deep. When she finds her rhythm, I bring the vibrator between us. She moans and adjusts, so every time she rotates her hips and comes down on my cock, her clit hits the wand.
It’s the hottest sight I’ve ever seen.
I arch up and take her mouth, my free hand fisting her hair as she continues to rock, and I feel her muscles contracting around me.
“You are the sexiest creature I’ve ever laid eyes on,” I murmur between kisses.
She gasps and pants, stealing my breath as she takes her pleasure. I watch in complete rapture.
This woman owns me.
I can finally take it no longer, and I release the wand, grab her ass, lift her, and slam her back down, topping her from the bottom.
“Parker.” My name is a plea on her lips as her body trembles.
“Come for me, baby,” I demand.
Her eyes come to mine as she falls over the edge. “Parker, oh God, it’s too much,” she chokes.
“No, baby, it’s just right.”
My orgasm rockets up my spine, and I still, holding her hips as I bury myself deep.
“I love you,” she cries as I release inside of her.
We lie in bed all morning, neither of us wanting to leave the tranquility of her haven and both avoiding what comes next.
“I can see why you enjoy it here,” I say, watching as I twirl a strand of her hair around my finger.
“Why’s that?” she asks.
“It’s like a cozy cave.”
She sighs. “Yeah, it’s nice, no room for clutter.”
“There’s no room for growth either,” I comment.
“It’s a good thing I’m already grown and I have no plans to grow any more.”
“Of course you will. Eventually, you’ll want to start a family,” I say.
She grunts and tries to stand up. “No, I won’t.”
“Oh, come on. I’m sure you’ll have a little Emily Rose running around one day,” I joke.
She freezes. “What did you say?” she whispers, and all playfulness has vanished.
“Huh?”
“What the fuck did you just say?” she asks, carefully enunciating each word.
I sit up against the headboard. “I said you’d have a baby someday. You were born to be a mother, Audrey. You’ve always wanted a family.”
She stands, taking the sheet with her and wrapping it around herself. “No. That’s not what you said. You said I’d have an Emily Rose. How the fuck do you know that name?”
I shake my head. “You must have told me.”
“I never told anyone. Not a soul,” she says.
I reach for her, and she begins stepping backward.
“Audi …”
“How?” she shouts.
Fuck.
“After we left the hospital that day and I dropped you off at home, I went to the party at Seb’s house. Macy Lynn was there. She gave me your notebook and my letterman jacket. She said you had run off from the graduation ceremony so fast that you forgot them in her car. I saw the list of names you had for the baby. Emily Rose Alston was circled,” I confess.
I watch as she processes the information. Then, I stand.
“You went to a party that night?”
“Yeah, I was … I needed to blow off some steam.”
A wounded sound escapes her as her eyes fill with angry tears. “Blow off some steam?”
I pull my shirt over my head as I walk toward her, but she throws her hand up, and I come to a halt.
“Get out!”
“Audi, baby, I was a mess,” I try to explain.
“Get the fuck out of my house!” she screams.