Heat (Parker Reed Book 1) (11 page)

“Fuck. Keely.” He took a breath and pushed into me. “Come for me. Please God, I need your orgasm.” He bit my shoulder, fisting my hair tight in his hand.

The sharp pain of his bite washed through me, exploding into mind-blowing bliss. I screamed his name.

“That’s it. Come on my cock, beautiful.” His voice deepened, his thrusts hardened. His fingers dug into my hips and he leaned back, yelling out my name as he poured his hot cream into my body.

I contracted around him, soaking up his release, sighing in delight of having him mark me.

“Mine. You are definitely mine now.”

I moaned, stretching out my arms when he pulled out. I jumped as he ran his tip over my aching swollen center.

“You are the first woman that I’ve gone bare for. Shit, pet. I want my come on you. Inside of your tight, hot body. Reminding you of where I’ve been. And where I will always be, little one.”

I looked at him over my shoulder. “What else do you want?”

He replaced the tip of his cock with his fingers and pushed two deep inside of my body. “I want you to keep me inside of you. It makes me hard knowing you want me bare.”

“I wanted to feel you.”

He grinned, his eyes turning black. “Oh I felt you. The walls of your pussy. Your heat. God, you’re so hot.”

I whimpered as his hand sped up, giving me a fast delicious powerful release, my body sucking up his warmth.

My eyes widened in astonishment when he released me and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking the juices from both our bodies off of them.

Before he could swallow, I was in his arms and crashed my mouth to his, forcing my tongue between his lips. He groaned, the acidic taste of our pleasure swirling into my senses, sending my blood into overdrive.

Desire wrapped around us, coating us in a blanket of warmth as he made his way back into my body. I could never get enough of this man. Never enough.

An hour later, I sat on my window sill, curled in Parker’s white dress shirt. The scent of man and leather wafted into my nostrils.

“Keely?”

I smiled over at Parker and leaned my head against the window.

“You okay?”

“I can’t have children,” I blurted out.

He frowned and sat up. “Okay. I’m sorry, but—”

I lifted my hand, stopping him. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why that slipped out but I guess before this gets serious, I should tell you.”

He sat back against the headboard and nodded. “Continue.”

“Devin...” I swallowed hard and winced when Parker growled. “He hurt me. Badly. To the point where if I get pregnant, I’d probably lose the baby. So I...” I looked back at him. When he didn’t say anything, I continued. “I got a tubal ligation done at the age of twenty-two.” I sighed. “I didn’t want to bring a baby into this world under the circumstances I was going through. It was probably selfish of me but Devin was all I knew. He was my first...everything.”

“You don’t need to explain.”

“Yes, I do.” As much as it hurt, I needed him to hear what I had to say. “I’m giving you an out, Parker.”

His eyebrow rose. “Excuse me?”

“It’s not fair to you. I don’t know how serious this will get. I know they can untie my tubes but I…I don’t know if I would ever want that. I wouldn’t want to risk the possibility of losing…a baby.” I inhaled a deep breath. “I know nothing right now but I want you to know that I can’t give you children.”

“What if I don’t want kids?” he asked, rising from the bed.

I tried not to stare at his naked gloriousness but, man, the guy was well built. Beautiful in a way that left me breathless and aching. “But—”

“Keely.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. “I don’t know what we’re doing but I do know that I’m having fun. I enjoy your company and I want to spend as much time with you as possible. I told you I would break those walls. Not because I’m a sadistic fuck, although a little pain mixed with my pleasure is always enjoyable. I want to break you down to help you heal.”

“Parker—”

“Let’s not ruin it by putting a label on whatever this is.” He sat on the edge of my bed, pulling me into his arms.

“Okay. But I just—”

“Little one. It pisses me off what Devin did to you. In fact it makes me fucking sick to my stomach knowing that I wasn’t there to protect you.” He lifted the shirt over my head and kissed my lower belly. “You had to do what you thought was best, angel.”

I sighed and ran my fingers down his cheek. “Why do you call me all those different pet names?”

“Tit for tat?” he teased, giving my rear a light pinch.

I jumped, punching him in the shoulder. “I’m serious.”

He laughed and kissed my belly button. “Little one is because you are little. Beautiful is because you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

My cheeks heated. “You need to get out more.”

He growled and threw me on the bed, snarling into my neck. “Don’t question my reasoning.”

I laughed and cupped his cheek. “Okay. Continue. Sir.”

A shit eating grin spread on his face. He kissed my nose and rolled onto his side. “Angel,” his voice softened. “Your angelic beauty makes me want to be a better man.”

My breath caught at that.

“And pet?” He winked. “Well, we know why I call you that.”

“Tell me.”

He grabbed my hands, pinning them above my head. I gasped.

“I call you pet because you are submissive. Just like you call me Sir. Both terms are a form of respect.”

“I like calling you Sir,” I whispered.

“I know, pet.”

I smiled. “Thank you for listening and for not…for not wanting to end this…whatever it is.”

His thumb brushed over my bottom lip. “Whatever happens is for a reason. Know that. But you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

“And thank you for last night and this morning.”

“No, my angel.” He kissed my head, letting his lips linger. “Thank you.”

“Keely. Baby girl. Hey. Where the hell are you?”

I grimaced at Troy’s yelling and headed out into the hall, trying to pull my curly hair into a bun but it just wasn’t working. “What’s up?”

He came out of the kitchen. “Open,” he demanded, pointing a spoon with some brown substance on it my way.

“You’re so demanding. No wonder you get along well with Parker,” I teased.

“Just open your mouth.”

“Is that a new pick up line for you?”

He placed his hand on his hip and scowled. “Keely.”

I giggled and parted my lips, waiting.

He slid the spoon onto my tongue.

I licked it clean and swallowed, my eyes widening at the unexpected sweet taste. “What is that?”

“Chocolate and raspberry fondue.” He frowned at my rat’s nest of a hairdo. “Want some help?”

I nodded, sighing in relief. “I need to cut my hair, I think.”

“You should go to my hairdresser, Patrick,” he suggested, grabbing my hair tie from me.

“I should. Oh, I’m going to be out of town this weekend. Parker’s taking me to New York.”

“Will you be assisting him or
assisting
him?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows.

I playfully elbowed him in the ribs.

He had pulled my hair up into a bun but told me to make an appointment with Patrick and I did. I was excited he could squeeze me in before Friday. A part of me wanted to look good for Parker but I also needed a change. When Parker had left that morning, he gave me the day off because of the shitty night before. Although it started out crappy, it ended in one of the best ways possible.

“Can he see you?” Troy asked, handing me another spoon with the chocolate fondue on it.

I nodded and swallowed the sweet morsel. “Tomorrow.”

“Good. He has magic fingers.” He winked.

“Wait. Is this
the
Patrick?”

“Maybe.” And with that he walked away, whistling to himself.

I only laughed and shook my head, excited for my hair appointment and the weekend that couldn’t get here quick enough.

“Girl, you are gorgeous but this thing you call hair needs some work.”

I couldn’t help but smile at the reflection of the tall, tanned man standing behind me. He was beautiful. Purple fake eye lashes and all.

Patrick West placed his hands on my shoulders and leaned down to my ear, his bright blue eyes locking with mine in the mirror. “I heard a hot man is taking you to New York this weekend...Mr. Sexy won’t know what hit him by the time I get through with you.”

I giggled. “You’ve been talking to Troy way too much.”

“Oh sweetheart. We hardly talk. At all.” He waggled his eyebrows.

I laughed harder and shook my head. “I’m so glad to have finally met you. I’ve only heard great things.”

Patrick hummed softly and winked at me, pulling the towel off my head. “You have gorgeous hair. You don’t see thick naturally blond curly locks anymore these days.”

“Can you do something about it?” It almost reached my tailbone when it was straight but it was heavy. But as Patrick combed it and cut it, all I could picture was Parker running his fingers through my hair, pulling and tugging as he made use of my body. Oh dear God. My cheeks heated and I squirmed in my seat.

“Stay still.”

“Sorry,” I mumbled, gripping the arms of the chair.

He smiled. “You’re in love with that man.”

My eyes widened. “Excuse me?”

He pointed the scissors at me. “You at least feel something for him but I know that look. How long you’ve been doing your thing?”

“Uh...not long.” How long had it been? Two weeks? Longer? I got so wrapped up in him that I lost track of days.

“Well, darlin’. I’ve read the tabloids. You better keep a firm grip on that boy.”

“So I’ve been told,” I mumbled.

His eyes warmed. “Listen. Piece of advice. Parker Reed doesn’t commit but Troy has told me how he looks at you. I think you have a keeper.”

“Really?” I wasn’t even so sure about that. Parker and I were having fun but I didn’t know how serious it was or how long it would last. After our first night together, I just assumed it would only be that. One time and no more.

“And he’s also good to Troy. That, sweetie, is something as well.”

“I know. I told Parker that.”

Patrick smiled. “Have fun with him. Don’t try and strap him down, but definitely don’t let him get away.”

Strap him down. Now there was an image.

“So, do we want straight or curly?” Patrick asked, rubbing some form of hair product in his hands.

“Curly please.” I smiled.

His hands massaged through my hair, scrunching and lifting, when I noticed just how much he had cut off.

My eyes widened. “It’s...it’s so short.”

“And it’ll feel lighter. Still long enough for a little hair pulling.”

I coughed, bubbles of laughter leaving my lips.

He waggled his eyebrows. “Troy talks. I know you’re a loud one.”

“Oh God. Stop.” My ribs hurt from laughing. “He’s one to talk. I am not that loud and I’ve had sex once since moving in with Troy.”

Patrick chuckled. “Once as in one time or once as in one whole evening of passionate glorious male form between your—”

“Patrick!” I gasped, my cheeks heating even more.

“Oh girl. I think I love you.”