Groomed For Love: A Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance

by Flora Ferrari

  Until I know she feels safe and wants to stay.

  Until I know she’ll be mine.

  She shivers a little and gives me a small smile, her eyes lighting up once Moose bounds past us both again, heading upstairs this time so he can do what he does best on my bed.

  “Sure.” She smiles again. “Coffee sounds great and I can see what you mean about Moose and baths in the house,” she adds, breaking the ice some more, and we both chuckle.

  My relief must be audible because she moves closer, putting herself between me and the fridge.

  “Parker?” she asks, looking up at me, her eyes clear and wide with a sincere look.

  “Thank you,” she says softly and cranes her neck while reaching for my shirt, pulling me down so her peck lands on my cheek.

  “For everything,” she adds, blushing as I stand frozen to the spot, feeling like I’ve just been touched by an angel.

  My whole world almost complete now.

  An actual kiss.

  Kind of.

  Sort of.

  Of course, it is.

  Naomi shifts herself away from me swiftly though and busies herself by pretending she knows where everything is so she can help get us some coffee ready, but I can’t move.

  At least, it doesn’t feel like I can but there’s definitely one part of me that shifts in time with my pounding heart.

  Before she looks at me again, I make sure I take a seat at the table and sliding my laptop over I clear my throat.

  “When you’re up to it, I’ll need to take that statement,” I hear myself tell her. “Always best to do it while things are fresh,” I add. My cop voice taking over.

  Covering for my urge to take her in my arms and kiss her like I know she needs it.

  She stops scooping ground coffee into the machine and creases her mouth, letting out a long breath.

  “When you feel up to it though,” I remind her, trying to sound like Parker the man, not Parker the cop.

  She sets the coffee machine and nods slowly, joining me at the table, sitting herself down across from me.

  “I guess now’s as good a time as any,” she frowns, and I feel more proud of her than anything.

  “It’s not the statement that bugs me,” she adds, reading my thoughts. “Just… well I don’t know what’s gonna happen next. I mean, no real place to stay. No job…” she says, her voice trailing off.

  I want to tell her it’s all hers. Everything I have and everything she sees right now. It can all belong to her as well, but I don’t.

  I can’t add more confusion or expectation to what she’s already been through today.

  But I can show her.

  “You’re welcome to stay here until you find your feet,” I murmur, trying to sound offhand as I pretend to bring up a file on my computer.

  “There’s a guest room down here, Moose and me are upstairs,” I add.

  There’s a long, deafening silence. And I half expect her to flat out say no, to turn me down. To ask me to drive her home now.

  How many middle aged cops ask girls half their age home and then want them to stay?

  None.

  The coffee machine finally gurgles and belches loudly, breaking the silence and I manage to lift my eyes to meet hers.

  “I’d like that,” she whispers. “But I don’t want to be in your way. Just a day or two… Until I find my feet,” she repeats.

  A day or two is all I need.

  I’m sure of it.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Naomi

  Either Parker is a magnet for trouble or he’s just happened to be there twice in one day, saving my bacon both times. Moose too.

  Once we cross the bridge out of and away from the city, in his truck with just me and his back up K9. I feel safe.

  Even though I have no idea where I’m going or what I’ll be doing next.

  As long as it’s with Parker and Moose, that’ll do for now.

  The burbs out of the city aren’t somewhere I’ve even been since leaving home and pulling into his gated driveway, the old-style up and down townhouse really takes my breath away.

  The whole street, the whole neighborhood is like a scene from days gone by.

  Manicured, small front yards with driveways. Big backyards and houses that are clean, well built, and just wholesome looking.

  They don’t make ‘em like that anymore.

  I could feel nervous about the gates closing behind us, and then the front door once we all get inside.

  But seeing Moose acting the way he does, seeing Parker at ease now that we’re all home. I only feel a different kind of nervous inside.

  Home.

  That’s just what all this feels like for some reason, and my stomach only buzzes because I’m finally alone with Parker.

  Finally close enough to see and touch and smell everything that makes up his world.

  It’s beautiful. I want it. I want him.

  Having already tossed myself at his huge frame twice today, I surprise us both when I reach up for him gently and peck his cheek when he leans down.

  Just a little thank you, nothing more. Nothing less.

  He stays glued to the spot, maybe he’s embarrassed by it.

  I know I am, straight away kicking myself for lunging for the too much too soon lever.

  Me being me, I try to busy myself making us some coffee.

  Something I always do when I’m nervous, I try and keep busy.

  Parker doesn’t mind. And he doesn’t seem to have minded my little peck either, his hand straying to his cheek as he moves to take a seat.

  It’s a nice moment, but reality rears its ugly head, and Parker reminds me I need to give a statement still.

  The sooner it’s over, the better. I tell us both aloud but I’d much rather have another try out at pecking his cheek, feeling that rock hard body pressed up against my breasts.

  Parker senses my mood, and the root cause of my real problem now.

  What am I gonna do?

  Once he offers me the guest room, I almost squeal with excitement, but I can see he’s being careful too.

  He’s professional, helpful, and kind.

  But is he really wanting to rail a thick girl half his age as well?

  I shiver inside at the thought. Imagining him creeping into my room at night, or even walking in on me in the shower. We’d both just let nature take its course, wouldn’t we?

  Wouldn’t he?

  The thought of him seeing me naked though. It thrills me but terrifies me at the same time.

  Maybe he likes his girls short and on the fuller side?

  My own voice sounds like it’s coming from far away, yammering some nonsense about me only staying for a day or two.

  “Just until I get back on my feet.”

  Whatever that means.

  Damn, the sight of the man at twenty paces is enough to make me want him to sweep me off my feet and onto my back and keep me there for good.

  I have no intention of getting back on my feet once he’s in charge.

  Sighing as I try to not make it so obvious I’m having another wet moment courtesy of Parker, I dissolve myself into answering his questions about what happened today and dictate my formal statement for the police to him.

  He takes it down and has me read over it before signing it digitally, then prints several copies that I sign physically after double-checking it’s everything I want to say.

  Puffing air out of his cheeks, he pushes his laptop and the crisp new file to one side, signaling that we’re done with police work.

  He suddenly looks concerned, like maybe I’ve changed my story, or worse.

  “What is it, Naomi?” he asks, sounding the closest to worried I think a man of his size ever could.

  But I’m suddenly gripped with a new fear, the one I know has plagued me from the moment I laid eyes on Parker.

  How can a man like this not be attached? Surely he has a girlfriend, wife? Significant other?

  It’s not a girly ho
use, not by a long shot. But there’s a definite female vibe in some of the almost antique décor.

  He did say it was his mother’s home though…

  “Are you sure it’s alright?” I ask. “About staying I mean,” I add.

  He looks a little taken aback, figuring we’ve already covered this.

  “There’s nobody who’d mind?” I ask him, fishing. Always looking for the cloud with a lead lining instead of a silver one.

  “I don’t think Moose minds if that’s what you mean and I certainly-” he tries to tell me before I just go ahead and blurt it out.

  “I mean there’s nobody else, like a girlfriend or Mrs. Parker?” I ask, almost too loudly, feverishly. Already dreading the answer in case she’s due home any minute.

  Or he? What if I’ve pegged the guy all wrong?

  Parker smiles but then frowns a little. Disappointed.

  “There’s nobody else, Naomi. In case I didn’t say so,” he says, looking down for a moment.

  I feel like I’ve upset him or offended him, reminding him of the fact he has nobody.

  But I know what it feels like, god knows I do.

  “I just meant…” I stammer, shivering a breath as he looks up at me. His eyes smoldering with a look that matches the need I feel whenever I’m around him now.

  But his next question surprises me more than anything.

  “And you?” he almost groans. “I guess you have a boyfriend, I was afraid to ask if there was someone I should call.”

  “Afraid?” I echo. Feeling a thrill ripple across my belly.

  “There’s nobody,” I assured him quickly. Still not sure why he’d find that so amusing as he smiles broadly.

  “You seem surprised,” I observe, not even hiding my sarcasm or my little twinge of hurt.

  It’s nothing new though, who would really see me with anyone?

  But Parker did, just now.

  “I mean I’m glad,” he adds, still smiling, almost sighing with relief.

  “And what if I did have a boyfriend?” I ask, feeling defiant all of a sudden. But I can see the idea pains him.

  “Would you still have kissed me on the cheek if you did?” Parker asks, pretending to ignore my question.

  “A friendly peck,” I counter, trying to call his bluff and failing.

  Both of us feeling this thing between us building up in a tension that’s borderline overflowing.

  “I don’t think any man who had you would want you kissing anyone else, even like that,” he says, his voice getting deeper.

  I feel that thing inside me again, that pressure like something’s about to burst if he doesn’t touch me, kiss me, or something way more intense like I suddenly know I need more than air right now.

  “I know I wouldn’t want you anywhere near anyone else if you were mine,” he finally says, causing my breathing to pick up so fast I feel like I’ll faint.

  His eyes run over me again, boring into me and feeling like hands and fingers as he takes in my chest, my neck.

  I can feel myself panting, a little whimper escaping as I start to squirm in my seat.

  Not just imagining kissing him or having those hands run over my chest, but needing him to do it.

  Right. Freaking. Now.

  “Parker,” I whine, feeling the room spin as I become dizzy, my eyes feeling like they’re rolling back as he gets up and comes over to me.

  We can both stop playing now, both stop pretending.

  He lifts me out of my seat, my hands reaching for his body and brushing against his thick line of arousal, making him groan before he pulls me close.

  “What if I only wanted to kiss, you Parker? Nobody else?” I gasp.

  “Then I’d have to tell you that if you did, even just one more time, I wouldn’t stop kissing you back. Not even for a second. Not until I knew you were all mine,” he rasps.

  “Then I guess I’m all yours,” I hear myself saying, the last thing out of my mouth before I finally feel his lips pressing gently over mine.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Parker

  I know I’m not imagining it anymore, and I’m glad I brought her home.

  This is actually happening.

  Also, I’m dead serious when I caution her, once I kiss her and she kisses me back?

  She’s mine, I’ll never kiss another as long as I live and I will claim her properly.

  I pull her close and kiss her like this is my last kiss, not that I can remember my last kiss.

  She feels so small in my arms, but I lift her up like she’s air and in a single moment it all makes sense.

  Everything we’ve both been through for so long is explained in a second.

  I play it safe, not wanting to overwhelm her with too much passion, but it’s pretty clear pretty quick how we both really feel. How both our bodies are craving one another.

  My gentleman’s kiss transforms into a heated tongue fucking in no time, and for someone like me who’s been single forever, Naomi is no slouch when it comes to tonsil hockey team playoffs.

  But true to my word, and from her own audible feedback, we both want more. Much more and I can feel she’s so close to her own climax already that the least I can do is help her out with that.

  My cock is pounding like a hammer in my pants, a hot and very wet patch of precome lubing up my dick as it pulses. Straining against the thick fabric of my pants.

  Her legs wrap around me, and by sheer need, I find the tabletop, forgetting all about my laptop, my files, and the idea of coffee.

  A hot serving of her sweet pussy is far more desirable, and I know she needs a good licking and dicking more than anything else right now.

  I lie her back on the solid oak, kicking the chairs aside as she writhes and moans under me, her hand finding my proud erection and gasping loudly as she runs a flat palm up and down its length.

  I swallow hard, straining not to give in to my urge to fill her straight away, to thrust my hot pole deep inside her and fill her full of my seed.

  No.

  I want to taste her all over first. In my mouth, under my hands, and with her whole body against mine before I claim her as my own.

  Watching my hands steady from an excited tremble to a purposeful grip on her sweat pants, I slowly start to peel them down, hearing her gasp louder as she shudders against the sensation.

  My lip curls into a wide grin of satisfaction, knowing at once that this shy little woman is about to prove me wrong in more ways than one.

  She closes her eyes, then opens them, wanting to hold my gaze, but biting her lip she ends up tossing her head back all over again. Her hands over mine, begging me to service her as she purrs like a wild cat.

  I lean over to kiss her lips once more, telling her who her lips belong to now.

  “These are mine…” I growl, hearing her whisper a husky reply in the affirmative. Her hands moving up to the top of my head and gripping my hair as I make a beeline for the rest of her.

  She lifts that sweet tooshie and I yank a little to free her from her gray sweats.

  The top of her sweetness already showing through what I can see at a glance are sodden panties, which I hover over, breathing in her sweet essence.

  “I think this belongs to me too,” I remind her, delighting in her little squeaks and not even minding the bucking of her body as she jerks and shudders. My hands working with precision to free her from her clothes.

  A finger finding the edge of her white cotton panties, teasing them to one side as I realize I can’t tease what I crave longer than I can help myself from getting at it.

  I can’t deny her what she needs.

  What we both want.

  One hand splays her wide open in a single movement as she swears out loud, my other arm shooting up under her top, squeezing a firm, thick breast and moaning loudly myself as I start to circle a thick, pebbled nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

  My mouth hot over her entire pussy in the same second, savoring her taste. Relishing in the sensation of
her touch. Both her hands gripping my head now, forcing me deeper and harder onto her sex as we both moan loudly.

  Unlocking her clit from its hood I feel my own sounds of satisfaction vibrate against it as I set to work, giving her all the pleasure I know she deserves.

  All the pleasure I’ve wanted to share with her since laying eyes on her, what feels like ages ago but has only been a few hours.

  Her ankles migrate up around my neck, and I steady myself by reaching out for a chair momentarily. Not wanting to rush again, needing to take my time and do this right.

  Sitting down in front of her as I eat her right off the kitchen table, her ass lifts in time with her increasing arousal. Sometimes twisting and rotating, sometimes bucking and grinding with her hands steering me in the best way possible as I devour her.

  Letting me know what she wants, and rewarding me when I give her what she needs when I lap up her juices from her slick valley, freeing my own cock and shamelessly pumping it as I realize how helpless I am under her spell.

  I feel she’s close, and me? I’m dripping precome like a busted faucet. Feeling my cock start to twitch and jerk as I fight the urge to come, I remind myself.

  I can’t. I won’t. Not yet. I’m saving every drop of my seed for her, deep inside her…

  I circle my thumb around my engorged, plum sized head and move it to her mouth. She eagerly sucks my precome as I devour her sweet essence.

  The softness of her mouth on my thumb while my mouth holds her clit as it starts to quiver is the sign that both of us have reached a zenith of pleasure, with only one thing that can follow.

  The one thing we can no longer control.

  “I want you to come in my mouth, now,” I demand, moving both my hands back down, gently opening her pussy lips wide as her quivering hole is filled with my tongue.

  Her legs hook firmly around my neck, and she thrusts her hips forward in one full movement as she starts to jerk and shudder.

  Her climax taking both of us by surprise slightly, but I know it’s what we’ve both waited for.

  Her body stiffens and then starts to shake as I grip that fine ass with both hands and press her sex into my face, my cheeks feeling the softness of her thick thighs as they quake under the full force of her full body orgasm.