And at that moment, Jane whisked back in, looking like a sexy homemaker. She’d tied her hair up so that blonde tendrils hung around her ears, and even put on a red-and-white striped apron, tying it tight around her waist to emphasize the narrowness.
“Oh stay!” she fluttered, putting down the brownies and leaning forward so that the big man could get a good look at that bosom. I snorted then. The blonde had no idea that she wasn’t his type at all. Small boobs and a flat ass are popular for models in magazines, but I knew Mr. Parker’s type. Big, bountiful, and lush, with plenty to squeeze. The girl was barking up the wrong tree like a horny cat and didn’t even know it.
And Mr. Parker was through as well, Jane’s “temptations” be damned. He was on his feet in a sec, hauling that big form up, towering in our tiny apartment, making our furniture look positively doll-like.
“Let’s go out,” he growled. “These brownies look delicious, um … I’m so sorry, what was your name again?”
And my roommate pouted, her cherry red lips going down in a frown.
“I’m Jane,” she said testily. “Jane as in Dick and Jane.”
I snorted a little under my breath, it wasn’t often that men forgot my gorgeous roomie’s name, but this man was already taken, and he had other things on his mind. But the blonde was tenacious, that was sure. Reaching for her jacket, she breezily said, “Oh I’ll come too!” while fluffing out her hair so that it hung perfectly over her shoulders. “Café Roma’s just two blocks away and has the most amazing peppermint hot chocolate. We could share a large,” she looked meaningfully at Mr. Parker. Heat almost steamed from my ears because there were sexual insinuations in every word from her mouth. But the big man didn’t even look her way.
“Naw, not a fan of hot chocolate,” he growled, picking up his scarf and wrapping that dark material around his bronzed throat. How many times I’d pressed my mouth to his throat as I came, shrieks ringing out against his skin, breasts smooshed against his chest as my pussy shook. And Mr. Parker looked at me as if reading my mind, eyes gleaming, a wicked smile playing against his lips.
“Like I said, not a fan of hot chocolate and Mandy and I have some catching up to do,” he growled, looking at Jane finally, an unmistakable disinvitation if there ever was one. “We’ll be great on our own, thanks.”
At least the blonde got the hint this time. But still, she didn’t give up.
“Well if you need to reach me, here’s my number,” she said, slipping a card into his big hand, his fingers gripping it reflexively, surprised. This was going too far, she’d crossed the line and I wasn’t having it.
“Thanks,” I said, fixing her with a stare. “Thanks, we appreciate it. Let’s go. Ready?” I asked the big man.
And he nodded.
“As ever,” he growled, and together we stepped outside and onto the sidewalk. It was chilly and I stamped my feet a bit as we started to walk, our feet leaving prints in the thin layer of snow.
“I’m so sorry about that,” I murmured, looking down a little. “It’s not usually so bad, Jane and I aren’t really friends, she just wanted to be your friend.”
The big man shot me a wry smile.
“You think?” he said, eyebrow arched.
And I burst out laughing then, our previous easiness restored.
“Yeah, definitely. And seriously, that girl and I have nothing in common, she’s like a vampire sometimes, you never know when she’s going to draw blood,” I said with a rueful sigh.
He paused to throw her card into a nearby trash bin.
“No worries,” he said easily. “It’s nothing, not even a fly on my radar,” he grunted. “Now where to? You got a place you want to go, little girl? Some place we can be alone?”
And the word “alone” made my heart leap. But unfortunately, there weren’t many alone-type places on campus, not now with class in session. So I shook my head hopelessly until an idea sprang to mind.
“How about the library?” I asked quickly. “I know it sounds really dorky, but there’s a place deep in the stacks where no one really goes, and we can talk there in private. You did want to be private, right?” I asked, stammering a little.
Mr. Parker grinned at me, blue eyes dancing.
“I definitely wanted to talk privately with you,” he rumbled deep in his throat. “And sure, the stacks sound great so long as they’ll let me into the building.”
Oh shit. Right. You have to have a student ID to get into the library, it’d completely slipped my mind and there was no way we could magic one out of nowhere. My heart sank. I guess we were going to have to have meaningful conversation in a coffee shop somewhere, with other tables mere inches away, curious ears and curious eyes all around.
But seeing the slump in my shoulders, Mr. Parker laughed then.
“Baby,” he said gently. “How about if we sit in my car? I brought the Range Rover and it’s big,” he said with an eyebrow raised, “at least we can be warm and talk there.”
And I nodded gratefully. Mr. Parker to the rescue again. The Range Rover would be perfect, with its heated leather seats and plush interior. But especially because I wanted to be close to him, to see his features mere inches away, instead of just in my imagination. So I agreed.
“Sounds perfect,” I murmured. “Let’s go.”
And with quick steps, we made our way two streets across to where he was parked, the black SUV just like I remembered, luxurious and sporty, a mammoth pulled up to the sidewalk.
“Up you go,” he growled, helping me in. “Don’t lose your balance.”
And I huffed a little. They made these things so high and I was hardly a small girl, there was a lot to move into the car, my flesh bouncing as I heaved myself into the seat. But finally we were all settled and the big man shut the door behind himself, closing us off from the outside world.
“Ready?” he asked, eyebrow quirked.
I was confused. Ready for what? To talk? Were we driving somewhere? But instead, his mouth swooped in and seized mine in a kiss, deep, pulsing, everything I hoped it would be and more. Because it was so reassuring to be with him once again, to be in this small space with that dominant form, the confident alpha, knowing deep in my bones that everything would be okay.
And Mr. Parker felt the same way, I could tell. Because his mouth moved feverishly over mine, tracing the seam of my lips before gently coaxing them apart, and then burying his tongue inside, tasting me, licking, like he couldn’t get enough.
The big man shook a little as he touched me, his hands trembling as he stroked my curves, sensuously running his palms over my breasts.
“I’ve missed these,” he ground out. “You can’t imagine how much.”
And I mewled as he touched me, body going to a hundred degrees immediately. Because I felt exactly the same way, craving him, so desperate for him, his form, his presence surrounding me day after day, buoying my spirit, bringing peace, warmth and laughter to my soul. And I’d been so confused that I’d actually gone for counseling, to get a professional opinion for my problems. But it’d worked because suddenly, Rebecca’s words rang in my head again, how there were many paths and maybe I didn’t have to choose. So I broke off the kiss for a moment, leaning back, gazing at him as we both tried to get our bodies under control.
“Peter,” I said, “we have to talk.”
The alpha looked like he wanted to devour me, strip off all my clothes and take me right there in the car, but he nodded, breathing hard.
“You’re right,” he ground out. “Talk, right, talk,” he muttered more to himself than anyone.
And I smiled at him.
“But first, I want to know why you’re here,” I teased a little. “The winter jacket excuse? You know you paid me more than enough to buy a new one, you didn’t have to bring it up.”
And he nodded, chuckling deep in his chest.
“Yeah, it was pretty exciting when I found it in the closet because suddenly I had a reason to see you. A lame one, sure, because I c
ould have mailed it, but honey, I had to see you. You know that. You’ve been gone two weeks now and it’s been pandemonium at my place.”
My eyes went wide suddenly.
“Oh my god, is Violet okay? How is she?” I gasped. Suddenly, I felt guilty, like a bad person. “I keep meaning to call but it’s been … you know, hard.”
Mr. Parker just laughed.
“I know,” he said comfortingly. “I hated the thought of us talking on the phone like strangers, that’s part of the reason I wanted to come up in person. But no, I meant pandemonium in a good way.”
I shook my head. How could chaos be good?
He grinned at me.
“I remodeled the basement at our house, and the first thing I did was put in a jungle gym for Violet, complete with monkey bars and swings. Indoors,” he said meaningfully. “So our little tyke is always playing down there, shrieking and laughing with joy.”
And I smiled then. Sure, what he was describing was an incredible luxury, beyond the means of ninety-nine percent of the world, but it was no big deal to someone of Mr. Parker’s wealth.
“So Violet’s happy?” I asked tremulously. “With her own jungle gym, her own indoor playground?”
“Very much so,” he growled, nodding. “But not so much her dad.”
And my heart began beating furiously.
“Why not?” I asked, just to hear his answer, although I knew what was coming. And he didn’t let me down. Taking my palm in his big hand, the alpha squeezed my fingers tight, looking meaningfully into my eyes, those blue ones suddenly blazing, so hot I could feel them scorching my skin.
“Because baby, I’m in love with you, and these two weeks have been hell,” he growled. “It’s been a fucking hellhole, what with you gone, the construction going non-stop, Violet missing you, me missing you. People shouldn’t be apart when they love one another,” he growled, those blue eyes feverish, eating me up. “And that includes us.”
The world slowed then, the sands of time dropping grain by grain through the hourglass because possibilities were unfolding, a myriad of colors springing before my eyes, my breathing growing deep, yet shallow at once. Was this really happening? Was Mr. Parker declaring himself, did he have a plan to bring us together? I wasn’t sure, so I tread carefully.
“But what’s changed?” I asked quietly. “I’m a student here at Evergreen and you live sixty miles away in New Jersey. Are you expecting me to drop out of school? Or commute? You know I can’t,” I said gently. “The New Jersey turnpike is awful, it would be three hours of driving each way and there’s no way I can do that for four years.”
The big man was silent for a moment, taking me in, blue eyes fixed on my face, the way my lips trembled slightly.
“Well, that’s a start,” he rumbled. “At least we’re talking about meeting in the middle, on the same page.”
And I blushed. How did Peter always do this to me? Throw me off balance like this? Of course I wanted to be with him, didn’t he know that? But maybe I’d taken things for granted, maybe he didn’t know how much I wanted to explore a life together, how I was willing to discuss compromises, changes that could be made on both sides. So I spoke, baring my heart.
“Peter, of course I love you,” I said, squeezing that big palm, smiling with a lump in my throat. “And I want to be with you, but the problem is how? The question is more logistics than anything, but I know we can work it out, somehow.”
And this time, he nodded.
“That’s right baby, it’s nothing that a little imagination can’t solve. Or in this case, a little common sense,” he said wryly. “Because,” and here his voice turned serious, “I don’t want you to drop out of school, nor do I want you to commute. Our lives weren’t meant to be spent sitting in a car, and honey, you’re smart, you’re brilliant, I want you to have a career if that’s what you want. So I was thinking,” he said slowly, taking a deep breath, “that I’d move up here. I’d move myself and Violet up here, and the three of us could live together near campus.”
Now I was shocked, completely silent, my mouth in a round “O.” Mr. Parker was willing to move here, to upstate New York, to leave the comfort of his mansion in New Jersey?
“But what about your job?” I stuttered. “What about your company, and your house? Didn’t you just re-model? And what about Violet and school?”
But the big man just shrugged.
“I thought about it, and none of that stuff is dealbreaker type material,” he said matter of factly. “Baby, you know that I have more than enough, I don’t work because I have to, I work because I want to,” he said with a wry grin. “Trading is a passion of mine, but it’s not the dollars that keep me motivated at this point. It’s the competition, the sense of dominance as I force other guys to swallow the short end of the stick.”
I nodded faintly. I knew he had plenty of money, but I had no idea that he didn’t have to work. Made sense though, given that he’d just installed an indoor jungle gym for his daughter.
And the big man went on, shrugging.
“The company’s mine, anyways,” he said. “There’s a couple guys in the office in Manhattan, and I figure I’ll just manage them from upstate,” he said. “Besides, these aren’t dudes who need hands-on time, they’ve been working for me for years, and things’ll be fine if I work from home.”
I nodded dumbly. That was true, during my time at his house, he hadn’t gone in much at all, choosing instead to call in from his home office. But I thought it was because it’d been winter break, so no one was around and the workload was light. But Pete shook his head.
“Naw, I’m the boss and we’re an established outfit, the gears move like clockwork now. It’ll be fine if I just drop in now and then.”
So I nodded, heart racing. Oh my god, this was like a dream come true. What was it Rebecca had said? Shades of grey? Many paths? Suddenly I knew exactly what she was talking about because this was a color grey that I’d never dreamed of, materializing before my eyes as we spoke.
“And Violet?” I asked weakly. “What about your daughter? She starts school soon.”
The big man smiled at me before pulling my chin to him with a large hand, looking deep into my eyes.
“Baby, that’s how I knew we absolutely had to move up here. Because you love Violet, you love my daughter like she’s your own, you treat her better than anybody else, and honey, Violet’s starting kindergarten,” he said wryly. “It’s not rocket science. It’s not like we’re asking a kid to transfer in the middle of high school, when he’s taking SATs and other shit. So Violet will be fine. In fact, I think she’ll love it up here with the natural beauty of the woods … and most of all with you.”
And I gave in then. Because it was true. Kindergarten wasn’t a dealbreaker. School wasn’t a dealbreaker. Distance, time, money, heck, even his job weren’t dealbreakers. Instead, there was a path forward that was beckoning to me now, blooming as I watched, and all I had to do was take it, all I had to do was to close my hand around what was offered. So I did. I leaned forward and kissed Peter then, with all the meaning and hunger in my soul, imbuing the soft touch with everything I felt for him, how much I missed him, how much I loved him, how much I appreciated everything he was doing.
“I accept,” I said softly, breathing against his mouth. “I love you, Peter Parker, and thank you for turning your life upside down so that we can be together.”
But the big man wasn’t done. In the middle of our kiss, he gripped my chin with his hand, looking at me intently.
“But it means that there’s no going back, honey,” he said roughly. “I do this and you’re out to your parents. You’re telling them that you live with me now, that you’re in school but that we’re a couple, a couple in love. No beating around the bush, baby, no lies, no what-ifs or maybes. Because we’re together one hundred percent and I’m gonna try to get you pregnant.”
I colored then. A baby? Oh my god … and suddenly my heart overflowed with feeling. Because I wan
ted it. I wanted it to happen, and it was absolutely right. No more “seeing how the land lies,” or “if I get pregnant, then we’ll see what happens.” Instead, I wanted to do it purposefully, I wanted to feel life within me, to let Mr. Parker’s seed flower, for him to take me again and again as our child grew within. It was right, and I could feel the rightness deep in my soul, in my heart.
“Yes,” I said gently. “I want it too, I want your baby, and I’ll tell Jim and Trish, no ifs, ands, or buts. I’ll tell them that it’s part of the plan, that it’ll all work out, that I’m having your baby because it will all work out, I know it will,” I breathed, leaning forward for another kiss.
And the big man groaned then, drawing me close.
“I love you,” he ground out. “I love you, Amanda Smith, and I promise to do my best to make life sweet for you. I’ll put in all my resources, my time, my money, my heart and soul into making you happy, into making our little family happy. You mean so much to be, baby girl, and I can’t let you go, ever.”
And what could I say then? My heart’s desire was coming true, and there was absolutely nothing else I wanted in this world other than the big man and his heartfelt devotion, his utter commitment to being together, to making “us” more than a dream, a true reality.
So I inhaled once more, slowly, and gazed into those deep blue eyes.
“I know, Mr. Parker,” I murmured. “And I accept,” I said with finality.
Because there would be many challenges ahead on the road ahead. Heck, one baby? More like two or three if I could have my way, and that was only the beginning. There was still the move, finishing my degree, pursuing a career, raising a family, and all of this while loving, fighting, talking and sharing, finding ourselves in each other again and again. But going forwards, we’d face the challenges together. Together, we could overcome whatever life threw our way. And with a little joint effort, a little shared elbow grease, nothing would be so big or scary as to be impossible. So I kissed him again, this man who was my heart’s desire … because life is really just one big adventure and with Mr. Parker by my side, it was only just beginning.
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