47. The Dock and the Lake
THE DOCK AND THE LAKE
ANDERS
My phone buzzes, but I don’t need to check it to figure out who’s calling. He’s been calling both of us all day, persistent in a way that makes me increasingly nervous. We’ve both been ignoring him since the game.
The Stanley Cup parade feels like it happened years ago instead of two weeks. Since then, neither of us has said the words out loud, but we’ve both been hiding inside this strange little pocket of time where everything is perfect and nobody is asking questions.
The weird thing is that Luca hasn’t actually brought anything up yet. Knowing exactly how my brother moves, if he knows, then he’s waiting until the perfect moment to confront us. And somehow that’s worse than him immediately bringing it up.
The rustic lake house sits behind us, all wood and stone. From here I can see the massive windows reflecting off the water. In two hours it’ll be full of people. My family. My Aunt Jen’s family. Questions neither of us can avoid forever…
But right now it’s just us. Just the dock and the lake. Just a few more stolen hours before we have to step back into the version of the world where we’re careful.
I silence the call and drop my phone onto the towel beside me, deciding to enjoy the rest of this time we have before everything goes to shit.
A gentle breeze rolls off the lake, carrying the scent of pine trees and sun-warmed wood from the dock beneath us. Waves lap lightly against the shoreline.
“Hey,” Parker grabs my attention. He taps me on my back. “You need more sunscreen.”
“Heathen.” I give him the world’s biggest eye roll. “We reapplied five minutes ago.”
“You can never be too safe,” he murmurs, grabbing a bottle of tanning oil and grinning like a wolf. “Especially that ass…fuck, baby, I think we’re gonna have to squeeze in a fourth round.”
“Lovie, that’s not sunscreen.”
But it’s too late. I feel his oil slicked fingers trail gently down my back. He lets out a deeply dramatic sigh. “You can’t be walking around in this speedo when your family gets here.”
I chuckle. “Retirement has made you into a barbarian, Pet’ka.”
Ever since the night of my graduation, Parker has been on some sort of high. I think I’ve been bent over every single surface in our house. And Parker’s car. My car. The airport bathroom at three in the morning…
For his birthday last week, the man said the only thing he wanted was a free-use agreement—which, let’s be honest here—is really fucking hot. Insatiable Parker is the best fucking Parker to ever exist.
“We have a few minutes,” he mutters in a voice that immediately makes me pliant and eager to comply. “I’ll be fast.”
On the rare occasion like this, putting up a fight just feels like a waste of time.
He positions himself like he’s spooning me, nosing along the side of my jaw before nuzzling into the curve of my neck. His mouth latches onto the side of my throat, sucking harder than he knows he should be as his thumb brushes over my sensitive nipple.
There’s a quiet shift in the space between us, and I feel it more than I see it.
The air just feels so different when he’s this close, and although we’re banking on the fact that we’re on a private beach, the thrill of someone possibly speeding by on a boat or jet ski makes it all the more dangerous.
I lean in and brush my nose against his. “That tickles, Lovie.”
He grins. “Mmm. So that’s sticking…”
“I’m trying it out.”
“I think I like it better than Daddy.”
I snort. “No you don’t.”
“Mmm,” he hums, slowly pulling my speedo down. “No I don’t…”
A faint tremor works its way down my spine as Parker slicks my entrance. “Still pretty wet down here,” he murmurs.
“Well, it has been thirty whole minutes since the last time you left cum in my ass.”
“That’s just less prep time, baby,” he breathes. There’s a quick jostle of his trucks before he hooks onto my hips.
I suck in an immediate breath when he slices through me, harder than ever.
His cock feels like it’s completely solid when he slips it in to my already tender hole.
He takes me by surprise when he rolls on top of me, pining me down to the towel on the hard, wooden dock.
His fingers lace through my hair, holding the top of my head as he plunges himself piercingly deep.
I let out a loud, but unexpected whimper as the pain lances through me. “Fuck,” I gasp. He keeps going, the force of his thrusting jolting my entire body. “Babe—” My voice falters into something thin and breathy. “Hurts, Lovie.”
“Shhh,” he coaxes. “You’re fine, sweetheart. You’ll feel better in a second.”
Something warm and needy builds inside me. I reach for his hand and pull his arm around me. “Hold me.”
Parker’s mouth lingers right at my ear. “Love you.” I close my eyes and take a grounding breath. “So much,” he continues to whisper as his thrusts quicken. “Whose baby are you?”
“Yours,” I whine. “Always yours.”
He breathes shakily, grunting right into my ear, almost unintentionally. “Always,” he coos. “You’ll be my baby boy forever.”
His breath picks up as he speeds up one last time, only taking a few more thrusts to fill me with fresh, hot semen. Parker squeezes me harder than life, sending his arousal up my body like he’s trying to fucking impregnate me or something.
“Mmhm…” I clench anything possible. “I want my Daddy’s cum.”
“Yeah, angel,” he hisses. “There you fucking go. Milk Daddy’s cock with that wet, hot pussy.”
“Oh my God,” I groan slowly. My walls hold him in, so tight that I can feel his cock pulsing and throbbing inside me.
He settles against me as I constrict around him, refusing to let go. Parker turns me by the chin. “Gimme a kiss,” he whispers softly. The switch-up in his tone immediately diffuses the steaminess, leaving room for something far more tender and deliberate.
“I love you,” I whimper, still sounding like I’ve been drilled into by a jackhammer.
His hand slides up the side of my face, his fingers curling around my cheek. His mouth lingers against mine, warm and unhurried, before he kisses me deeply. “Hmm,” he hums. It deepens quickly, like neither of us is interested in slowing down.
At one point, he breaks the kiss to give me a solemn look. “I’m so lucky to have you,” he murmurs, pressing his lips flat against my temple. “Love you…so much. I love you, sweetheart.”
The realization hits me right then and there.
The last time we were out here on this dock…
he made me cry. He made me feel like I was some dirty secret of his.
It would be easy to tell him I forgive him or that it’s all water under the bridge, but the new Parker would never have that.
The new Parker worships me like a temple and reveres me like an icon.
Words aren’t necessary to prove to me that he’s truly sorry.
Not when he’s making love to me in the exact same place he broke my heart one year back.
I feel his thumb brush over my nipples again, hardening despite the sweltering heat. Parker quickly pulls his dick out, his cum immediately dripping out without any resistance because of how fucking gaped my asshole is right now.
He climbs on top of me and buries his head into the nape of my neck, his hand sliding up and down my chest as he presses into my pecs to massage them.
Parker trails wet kisses down my shoulder before lifting my arm up.
Something primal slips through him as he laps his tongue across my underarm.
His hand traverses down to my cock, roughly yanking the front of my speedo down to free my growing erection.
I kick them off the rest of the way as he uses the cum seeping from my ass to ease into stroking me.
“Crafty,” I murmur, amused.
“Shhh. No smart-aleking when we’re love-making.”
“You just told me to milk your cum with my wet, hot pussy,” I retort plainly.
He gives me a look, his mouth pulling into a smile. “I instructed you with love, sweet boy. Now relax.”
My head rolls back against the towel as his tongue drags a slick path down my chest. The feeling of him sucking my nipple into his mouth pulls something deeper out of me, a raw noise breaking free from my chest. Even with the hot summer air sticking to my skin, I still follow the shiver of pleasure that spreads through me.
The descent continues as the kisses make their way down to the inside of my thighs. Parker pulls my legs onto his shoulders as he wastes no time slurping on my hardened cock, taking the entirety of it into his mouth. I can feel his warm, wet throat swell around me, buzzing with delight.
I run my fingers through his hair as my mouth hangs open to release a series of sharp gasps.
His hand presses back against my pec, thoroughly digging into my chest.
“Park,” I breathe shakily. “Hmmpf. Fuck.”
He exhales ruggedly. “My baby needs this,” he mutters, flicking his tongue down my shaft.
His hand pries itself beneath my ass, holding me in place as he nuzzles his face between my legs.
“And when I make love to you again tonight,” he murmurs, “I’m gonna eat this ass so fucking hard you won’t even need to touch your dick once to come. ”
I laugh breathlessly. “Such a way with words.”
“You know I’ll never hold back on you, baby.” He lifts me up a little more. “I just need a few seconds with my girl.”
“Your girl is gonna taste like cum and tanning oil,” I warn, laughing.
“Both edible,” is all he says before his tongue swirls inside me, fingers parting my cheeks. “Mmmh,” he immediately hums, inhaling my scent. “You’ve never tasted better, beautiful…”
“You’re gross.”
“I wasn’t talking to you.”
I reach down and flick his head. “You concern me.”
He just looks up at me and smiles with his eyes, feasting on me like I truly am edible.