When Connor began peppering kisses along my collar my insides jumped for joy. The man I loved, and never stopped loving was finally back in my arms where he belonged, and I was never letting go.
Hot tears ran down my face, and I had to wonder when they had begun. “Shh, baby. It’s ok. We can work this out.” He pulled back, then wiped the tears from my face. “You can’t stop playing ball. It’s what you love to do.”
“I know, but I don’t think I can handle the pressures that come along with it. Conner, it’s not worth it to me anymore. My health is now a big factor, because not only will I be dealing with the stresses of being on another new team, but now all these allegations. Then the constant fight not to take steroids. I can’t risk it. I won’t. I have some other stuff lined up. Don’t worry about me. It’ll be ok if you're saying you’ll be by my side?”
“Of course, I will be. I’m not letting you walk away that easily again.”
“I’ll never want to.” I held both sides of his face marveling in the fact that I hadn’t royally fucked this up. He was willing to try again even with all the new baggage I’d be bringing with me.”
“There is only one thing I need, to know you’re serious.”
“What’s that?” I asked him.
He didn’t say. Instead he pulled me to him and kissed me so hard I had no choice but to open so our tongues could dance together. He swirled and sucked mine until I felt wetness inside my jeans. Just as his hands went to venture to my waistband his phone began to buzz.
“Shit,” he murmured and looked at the screen. “I’m gonna need a rain check, Parker. I’m so sorry.”
“No, don’t apologize. You’re here for a reason. Duty calls.”
“Wanna come watch me do a few practice laps?”
“Hell, yes.”
Chapter 11
Connor
Terri was in rare form when we reached the pit, but when she saw Parker with me, her temperament seemed to cool…just a bit.
“Hi, Parker. How are you?” She bit her bottom lip and tossed her hair over her shoulder.
“Not bad. Just came down to watch my guy do a few laps,” he said it with such conviction my dick started to twitch.
My guy. That’s what my addled brain heard. Nothing more. I must have been standing there gawking at him because he turned and gave me a wink.
“Okay, then let’s get this show on the road. Connor get your ass in that car and show these people you do actually know how to drive.” The smile she gave me was a warning not to fuck up, contradicting her statement entirely.
I battled with my suit as always, getting it zipped up and jumped into the front seat of my car. When Rob handed me my helmet, he was grinning from ear to ear. “Nice, bro.”
“That would be Parker.”
“No shit?”
“No shit.” I gave him a shit-eating grin and latched the strap of the helmet under my chin. “Let’s give the man a good practice show, shall we?”
“You got it, boss.” I watched Rob walk back behind the wall and place his headset on, then heard him in my helmet. “Okay, let’s roll.”
I pulled out of the pit slow, letting my tires warm up. I took the first lap at the same speed. When I got to the start line, I hit the gas. Nobody else was on the track. There were a few in the pit watching the show, but I never gave my best in practice. I just needed to reacquaint myself with my car and the asphalt. The hum of the tires energized me. The fact that Parker was watching made that stupid grin stay stuck on my face every time I passed the pit.
At the start of the tenth lap, the car started giving off a sound that wasn’t natural. I slowed a bit to see if it would go away.
“What’s up, Connor? Talk to me,” Rob said in my ear.
“A noise coming from the left. Sounds like a bearing.”
“Bring her in. We don’t need a problem. I’ll get her looked at tonight and have you back on the track by morning.”
“Damn it, Roberto. It’s been three weeks since he’s been in that car. We shouldn’t be having these problems during practice,” Terri yelled in my ear so loud I squinted and strained, missing my turn.
“Terri, fucking Christ. Stop yelling when I’m behind the wheel. I’ll slow her down for this lap and bring her in.” Frustration seeped in, and by the time I made it to pit, I stopped the car, killed the engine and hopped out. The movement was so fast I felt like it was all simultaneous. When Rob got to me, I slammed my helmet in his hands and stalked past him to the box.
Terri was getting up out of her seat when I burst in. “You trying to kill me?”
“Oh, don’t be so overdramatic, Connor.”
“You yell, and I have no way to get your shrill voice out of my ear. Common sense means I’m going to jolt in my seat. I was inches away from slamming into that wall.”
“As usual you're exaggerating. I wasn’t yelling.”
“You were right on top of that mic. Don’t play coy with me. How bad do you want me off this team?” I thought about it for a minute, and my temper soared. I turned away realizing Parker was sitting in the room with Terri the entire time. “I’m done for the day,” I said to him. “You ready to go back?”
All he did was nod. Never seeing me in that state before I could only imagine what his reaction would be to my outburst.
The car service dropped us off in front of the hotel, and I just stood there looking down the sidewalk at all the people. I had time to calm down on the way over, and Parker was looking a bit more relaxed. He grabbed my hand and started to pull me down the street away from the hotel.
“How about we take a walk?”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak yet. I couldn’t believe the way Terri was acting this week. She more or less sounds as if she is trying to get me to quit on my own volition. Although, she was always a bit harsh. She had never almost caused a crash before.
“How you doing, babe?” Parker squeezed my hand, and that’s when I realized we’d been walking for some time, and he never let go.
“Okay. I just…was I wrong?” I had to know.
“About what? Terri?” he asked, his thumb stroking my hand.
“Yeah. She’s always a bit high strung, but she was yelling. Wasn’t she?”
“Yes. Terri was fuming. The whole time I was watching you, she was yelling about something.” The confirmation was what I needed, but I still felt wrong for yelling at her.
“Like what?”
“Your turns should be tighter. You could shave a few seconds off your time if you stick to the inside. She said you feared the wall, and that’s why you kept to the middle, but that did not look like the issue to me. You had the track to yourself. Maybe you need a few more cars on the track while you practice, giving you the feel of being in a race.”
“No, that wasn’t it. I usually ride the middle. That way if I see an opening on the outside, I can take it. She doesn’t see the big picture.”
“Well, then maybe you need to show her.”
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s time to let racing go.” We stopped in front of a pizzeria. Parker turned me toward him, pulling on my shirt. He kissed me softly making my insides stir. Suddenly I wondered why I was letting Terri get to me when I had just got him back. We still need to have that talk, about where we see this going. If we see it going. I know enough not to mistake one weakened moment for a life-long declaration.
“If you want to stop racing, let it be your decision because you want to. Not because of Terri or Matthew or anyone else. It has to be about you, not them.”
“I’m not even thinking about Matthew, or what he said. But I have a feeling I may have let him get to me, but since he said it…I feel like I’m just drawing out the evitable. The traveling back and forth. Leaving work and letting Ryan handle the day to day while I’m gone. I worked so hard to get the shop off the ground, but I feel like I’m never there. I don’t need the money that racing brings in. I don’t even need the money the shop brings in.”
That
realization struck me, and I think right there I had my answer. I couldn’t say it out loud yet. I would wait until morning and speak with Terri and the sponsors.
“How about something to eat…to go?” Parker asked giving me another quick peck.
“That’s an amazing idea.”
We grabbed a twelve-cut veggie and walked it back down to the hotel. Upon entering the clerk at the desk stopped Parker.
“Sir, when housekeeping went into your room, she noticed your bed frame is broken. Unfortunately, we cannot get another frame in until tomorrow, and we don’t have any other rooms available with the race this weekend.” The man looked like he was afraid Parker was going to tackle him.
I stepped up and grabbed Parker’s hand. “Babe, I have a great room.”
Parker smiled and nodded before saying, “I actually don’t need the room. I’ll just collect my things. I’ll be staying with…” he stopped and looked at me.
“Room 504,” I told the guy and grabbed onto Parker’s shirt taking him to the elevator.
With a pit stop on his floor, we headed up to my room. Parker dropped his bag next to mine, and I tossed the pizza box on the table. My room garnered us more space; with a table and two chairs in the corner, and enough walking room for another queen size bed. Of course, with our build being near the same, I knew both Parker and I would end up with our feet hanging off the end. Thinking of that made me discard the thought of pizza, and I swung around catching Parker in my arms before he had a chance to grab the lid of the box.
“Our dinner will get cold.”
“Cold pizza is better anyway,” I said nipping his bottom lip.
He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me closer, my cock pushing hard next to his. “I do believe this is where we were earlier. So, can I cash in that rain check?”
“I’d say that’s a good possibility.” I took his mouth in mine and pushed harder against him, “I just need a quick shower.”
“I was hoping you would say that.”
Parker grabbed my belt loop and pulled me toward the bathroom. He reached in and turned the water on, and then proceeded to pull my shirt over my head, trailing kisses from my waist to my collar bone, making a pit stop to lick and bite my nipple. I reached out to grab the hem of his shirt, but he slapped my hands, then turned me around. Parker reached around my waist to undo the button of my jeans. As he slid them and my boxers to the floor, he kissed down my hip and bit the cheek of my ass giving it a slap, before pushing me in the shower under the hot spray.
“Get washing.”
“Look who’s gotten all bossy.”
I pulled the shampoo off the side wall and began to wash my hair as he undressed slowly, the shower door still open so I could see him. I rinsed as he was making a show of undoing his jeans. When I was fully lathered, he told me to stop as he stepped in closing the door behind him. His hand wrapped around my cock, and he began a slow, methodical dance. He pulled me away from under the water as he twists and pulled up until his hand covered my helmet. Using the soap, he slid his hand down to the base giving my hardened dick a squeeze in his fist, leaking pre-come to mix with soap bubbles. I’d forgotten how flamboyant he was, but my body responded to every touch.
Parker opened his hand and slid it down flat against my shaft, cupping my balls and slowly massaged them. His hand continued downward as his other hand moved to the back of my neck and he pulled me closer to him. He traveled to my taint, using the suds as lube, rubbing my pucker. “Oh, fuck. Parker…I need you in me.”
“There’s plenty of time for that, love.” His finger entered my hole breaching my ring, and then another. Giving me no time to adjust to his intrusion he began moving them in and out in slow motion, making me wild with anticipation. Before I could beg him, he took my mouth in his. Kissing, nipping and sucking my mouth.
I fisted our cocks together and began to pump along with the rhythm of Parker’s movements in my ass. He crooked his finger hitting my prostate, and white lights flickered in my head.
“So close, babe.”
“Me too. Just hold on. Don’t come yet.” Another finger entered me, and he separated them stretching me out for what was coming. But I knew him. He’d make me wait.
Just as the thought came to me, I felt him remove his fingers, and I whimpered. His hands then moved up and down my body, as he pushed me under the water wiping away the soap. His fingers rubbed the length of my ass crack, and the other pulled at my hair so he could bath my neck with his tongue.
I felt the water stop, and Parker pushed the door of the shower open with his ass, guiding me out. “Aren’t you gonna wash up, hot stuff?” I asked as he moved us toward the bed without so much as toweling off.
“I’m not the one who got all sweaty inside a stock car,” he told me laughing as he grabbed my hand and turned around. “Do you have a life preserver? Cause I’m about to go in the deep end.”
I swallowed hard thinking of him entering me and pointed to my suitcase. I always carried some with me in case Matthew came along on my trips, and we got any alone time. I shook my head, and Parker noticed. I couldn’t think about Matthew now, nor ever again.
“You wanna stop?” He looked at me warily.
“No, just trying to stop my mind from wandering.”
“May I ask to what?” He grabbed a condom and lube from the front pocket of my duffel and threw it to the middle of the bed.
“Not important.”
“Good, cause I’m only thinking of one thing,” he pushed me backward, making me fall hard on the bed. “And it’s very important.”
“Oh, really?” I tried to play coy, but we both knew I was never any good at it. I moved up to the pillows and laid back, in a semi-sitting position.
Parker nodded and climbed up over me from the foot of the bed. “Mhmm,” he said taking my cock fast into his mouth and barreled down on it.
“Fuck.” My eyes rolled back in my head as he swirled his tongue around my dick. I wanted to grab hold of his, but he was out of my reach and was refusing to move. I grabbed onto his head, feeling the motion of his up and down movements.
“Just enjoy it, babe.” The lube cap clapped shut, and I knew he was prepping. Finally, I was going to have this gorgeous man inside of me. It’d been too damn long.
I dug my fingers into his shoulders and then moved them to gather the hotel comforter in my fists as he pushed two prepped fingers into my hole, past the ring and went right for the pleasure spot. He added another and started to pump them in and out while spreading them apart. Then Parker ripped open the condom between his teeth and pinched the end with his free hand. I watched him slide it over his cock and winced a little at the fact that I’d not had anyone the size of him since the last time we were together. He must have sensed my short-lived unease because he smiled and winked before sitting up on his knees and removing his fingers after one last stroke against my prostate.
“Keep messing with me, and I’m going to come before you get your dick in me,” I told him gasping for breath.
“Don’t worry about that. If I recall, it doesn’t take much to get you going again.”
“Yeah, back then. I’m older now.”
“Okay, old man. I’m gonna show you. It’s not age,” he leaned over and grabbed my nipple between his teeth, pulling ever so slightly causing both pain and pleasure to shoot down my body, right to the tip of my leaking dick. “It’s all about having the right partner.”
I could feel him at my entrance, and I pushed my ass toward him, but he backed up shaking his head. He had me where he wanted me, and he was in complete control. I sighed and then was shocked back to pleasure as he pushed inside me, just past the ring but slipped back out.
“Fuck, Parker.”
He’s fucking teasing me, was the thought I had as he slipped back in and out again. On the next thrust forward he went in a bit further…then again. On his next thrust I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him toward me, and he had no choice but to seat himself in my a
ss.
“Playing dirty, old man,” he said leaning over to nip at my earlobe. His lower half staying agonizingly still.
“If you don’t fuck me right now…” my words were cut off as he pulled out and thrust back in. I was forced to release the hold I had on him with my legs, and he began a methodical pumping that made me see stars. Every hit to my prostate took me to the edge. Then he stopped still. “What the fuck?”
He was panting as much as I was begging, but he said nothing. Only smiled. Then he leaned down to kiss me. It was hard and greedy, and just when I thought his cock was going to go limp, he began to move again. Pumping so hard into my ass I was hitting my head on the wall. I reached down and grabbed my cock, fisting it. Pre-come slid out and I smothered it on my shaft. I twisted and pulled as he moved, and just when I was about to come, Parker reached down and grabbed my hand pinning it on the bed beside me.
“I wanna watch you shoot,” he said thrusting harder. His other hand slapped my thigh, and I was content to lay back and feel everything. He swirled his tongue around my other nipple and gave it a pinch with his teeth. That was it. I couldn’t contain myself any longer.
“Gonna…” but before I got the words out, I was shooting all over my stomach and chest, and Parker was filling the condom.
He pulled out and leaned down taking my cock in his mouth and sucked me off through the aftershocks. His hand rubbed my seed all over my chest and stomach, and he ran a trail up to my collar with his tongue. Then his mouth was on mine. His hands fisting my hair and our arms grabbed tight around each other. He moved to the side of me, removed the condom and tied it off. After reappearing from the bathroom, he slid into bed with a white hotel towel.
I was spent. If I stood, I’d probably fall in a heap. My legs felt worn out so, I laid there and allowed Parker to clean me up. I closed my eyes when he went back to the bathroom. When he curled up next to me, we wrapped our arms around each other before I dozed off.
Chapter 12
Parker
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