Chapter 4
PARIS
I wake up to sunlight warming the back of my neck and the faint sound of something clucking.
My eyes blink open slowly. The first thing that hits me is that Parker’s side of the bed is empty. The second thing is the quiet.
The silence in the room is only broken by birds chirping outside the window, a cow lowing in the distance, and something rhythmic and heavy, maybe boots on dirt or the creak of barn wood.
I sit up slowly, stretch beneath the quilt, and take a deep breath.
Memories of last night flit through my mind, making me smile.
It wasn’t like me to sleep with someone I just met.
Literal sleeping, by the way. But everything about what happened felt right.
I can still feel the ghost of his touch on me, making my core throb with need.
I remember his growls, and the sounds he made cause warm tendrils to grow inside of me.
I swing my legs over the side and spot a folded gray T-shirt on the dresser. It’s big enough that it hangs almost to my knees.
The moment I step into the kitchen, the smell of food hits me. Scrambled eggs, two pieces of toasted bread, and two perfect slices of avocado fanned neatly along the side. A still-warm carafe of coffee sits next to a mug.
I smile, biting my lip.
For a man who growls and glowers like he’d rather be left alone, he’s awfully good at taking care of people. Or maybe it’s just me.
I pour myself a cup, savor the first sip, then follow the distant thump of movement outside.
With the mug still in my hand and wearing sandals way too big for me, I walk toward the barn, enjoying the view of the field.
Under the sunlight, it sure doesn’t look too creepy and menacing.
It also makes that little crying session yesterday all the more ridiculous and embarrassing.
The door is half open. Inside, he’s carrying a bale of hay across the floor like it weighs nothing. The muscles in his back shift under the thin cotton of his shirt. His forearms flex, and my mouth waters at the sight.
“You do this every morning?” I ask, leaning against the doorframe, sipping my coffee, thoroughly checking him out, and not even bothering to hide it.
He turns, eyes dragging over me, and I swear something flashes hot and sharp across his face.
“Since I was ten,” he says, setting the hay down. “Cows get real dramatic if you’re late.”
“Sounds like me without caffeine,” I say, taking another sip. “Though I don’t moo. Usually.”
The side of his mouth lifts. “No, you don’t, but you moan really well.”
The reminder of how unhinged I was last night makes my cheeks burn. “That’s very ungentlemanly of you to say that so casually.”
Parker tilts his head to the side. “What made you think I was a gentleman?”
“The way you rescued me and let me stay under your roof.”
“That’s being a decent human.”
“But you went the extra mile by making me come.”
His eyes turn a shade darker as he steps closer to me until we’re only a few inches apart.
He grazes my cheek with his knuckle, running it along my jaw, my throat, and lingering over one breast, my nipple immediately turning into a pebbled peak.
“You can’t say things like that and expect me to keep my hands to myself. ”
“What if that’s exactly my intention?”
Parker takes the mug from me and sets it on the nearest table. “Well, I’ve been an accommodating host so far, haven’t I?”
I don’t miss the dark promise in his voice, and I instinctively rub my thighs together. “Y-yes.”
“So I guess, your wish is my command.”
His mouth crashes into mine with a heat that leaves no room for breath. Tongue sliding deep, hands gripping my waist like he’s trying to burn his fingerprints into me. I melt into him so easily.
His hand slides up the back of my shirt—his shirt—bare skin meeting rough palms, and I shiver at the contact.
“You’re gonna kill me walking in here looking like that,” he says against my mouth. “Nothing under this damn shirt, legs bare, teasing me with every step?—”
My teeth catch his bottom lip. “Then do something about it.”
Parker growls.
Before I can blink, I’m lifted—thrown almost—onto the closest bale of hay, the world spinning for half a second before his body presses between my thighs, heat meeting heat, hard and unrelenting and demanding.
“Here?” I gasp, lust clouding my senses.
“Right here.” His hand trails down my thigh, eyes burning as he cups my bare pussy. “Gonna make you remember this barn every time you close your eyes. Every time you think of me, you’ll feel this moment, right here, right now.”
Holy guacamole. Yes.
His mouth finds my neck—biting, licking, sucking like he wants to mark me, and God, I want him to—and every roll of his hips makes my pulse spike higher.
“Already so wet for me,” he groans, pushing the shirt higher and wrapping his big hand around my tit. “You like this, baby? You like me to have easy access to your pussy? Have you any time I want?”
“God, yes,” I manage to gasp, my breath hitching as his thumb circles my nipple, drawing out a moan from deep within me.
“Say it again.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I say, panting and barely able to form words. “Right here. Right now.”
He groans, mouth hot against my ear. “Then hold on, baby. Because I’m not stopping this time. Not even if the earth cracks open. You’re going to feel every inch of me.”
I’m shaking with need, anticipation fizzing through me. “Stop talking, Parker.”
He chuckles and licks a stripe along the side of my neck. At the same time, he wedges the tip of his cock against my entrance. I squeeze my eyes shut, but Parker bites my collarbone lightly. “Open those gorgeous eyes, baby, and look at me as I pound into you.”
Oh, Jesus.
Parker drives into me inch by agonizing inch, and I blink through the sting. God, he’s big, and he stretches me open. He stops about halfway through, and I squeeze his forearm, nodding in encouragement. “I’m okay. Just need a moment to adjust.”
“Does it hurt?” he asks, his voice laced with concern. His eyes search mine, looking for any sign of discomfort.
“A little sting, but please don’t stop.”
He hesitates for a beat before he slides into me, slowly until he’s buried to the hilt. I feel so full, all my nerve endings crackling with sparks.
With the muscles in his neck flexing and his jaw ticking, Parker stares at me, his gaze burning me from the inside. And finally, he thrusts, slowly at first, as if he’s afraid of breaking me, and when my hips begin to meet his drives, he takes that as his cue to be rougher.
And by rougher, I mean he ruts into me like a wild animal.
I freaking love it.
His muscles contract with every thrust, and I scrape his skin with my nails. There’s still a bit of sting, given how thick and girthy his cock is, but it’s overpowered by the sheer pleasure I feel as he fills me to the brim and hits all the spots inside me.
“God, you’re so tight, baby.”
My only response is a whimper.
“You like this? You like this kind of filthy fucking?”
“Oh God. Yes!”
A sense of desperation builds inside me, and I feel myself inching ever closer to the edge.
“Parker?”
“Yes, baby?”
“I’m close.”
The moment he hears those words, Parker lowers his head and takes my nipple into his mouth, rolling it between his lips and flicking his tongue against it.
Pleasure collects and coils in tight spirals within me, collecting, collecting until … an explosion of sensations tears through me so intensely I think my body has disintegrated into dust.
“God, Parker!”
He doesn’t stop or slow down as gushes of molten heat wash over me, making my toes curl and my back bow off the hay, each wave of pleasure more intense than the last.
“Fuck, baby. I’m coming. I’m com?—”
His muscles turn taut under my hands, and he buries himself as deep as he can, spurting hot ropes of come inside me. I cling to him in shuddering spasms that leave my limbs weak and useless.
As I slowly come back down to earth, he pulls back and searches my face. He must like what he sees because he smiles and kisses me softly on the mouth. “This is the kind of good morning I can get behind.”
I lift a brow at him. “Don’t get used to it.”
He just smirks and sucks on my earlobe, his voice a low growl in my ear. “We’ll see.”