by Claire Adams
I was making another pot of coffee for the last set of customers when Parker brushed up against me. I looked over at him. He wore a devilish grin.
“What?” I asked.
His hand moved over my butt and squeezed.
I laughed and glanced over my shoulder to make sure the customers couldn’t see us.
“Parker.”
He shrugged. “You’re such a tease being all the way in the kitchen,” he said. “I missed touching you.”
I bumped him with my hip. “I missed you touching me.”
“Oh, God!” Tony groaned from the doorway. “Is this how it’s always going to be? You two all lovey-dovey and kissing? We’re never going to be able to get work done. And never mind the sanitary aspect of that.”
I blew a raspberry at him. “I’m the boss, remember?”
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Parker
I noticed a distinct difference when I woke up Saturday morning. I moved my hand over the sheets, which were as cool as the rest of the room.
I rolled over and squinted at the bathroom. The door was open, but the light was off.
“Sienna?” I called.
I waited before calling for her again.
Still no answer.
Where the hell was she? The diner was closed today since we were going shopping with Tony. I figured she was going to sleep in.
I rolled out of bed and went out to the kitchen. It was the only other place I'd expect to find her. Yet when I went out there, I didn't see my sexy girlfriend anywhere.
“Sienna?”
I grabbed my phone, which I left charging in the entryway. I didn't need to be attached to it anymore, so I tended to forget it in different places. It was somewhat of a relief to be unplugged for a change.
I checked to see if she had left a message, but then the front door opened.
Sienna's eyes widened when she saw me standing there. “Oh, hey.”
She held a package in her hands and a roll of wrapping paper under her arm.
“Where were you?” I asked.
“I had to pick something up for you.”
“I wasn't expecting anything.”
“It's a gift, Parker.”
“For me?”
She laughed. “Duh. Do you need a few more hours of sleep?”
“I woke up without you. I was a little worried.”
She stood on her toes and kissed me. “That's sweet. I left early thinking you would still be asleep.”
“So, what's in the package?”
She slapped my hand away from it. “Breakfast first.”
“Well, that's not fair.”
“Well, you were supposed to be asleep. Besides, I'm starving.”
“Isn't it my turn to cook today?”
“Yup. And it's an easy one.”
Sienna took each meal as an opportunity to teach me how to cook. She usually saddled me with the easier tasks, but I had a feeling I'd have to do a little more legwork today to earn that package.
She went into the other room, and when she came back, she was empty-handed. I felt like a little kid on Christmas morning, unable to stop thinking about the gift. I hoped she wouldn’t drag her heels all morning.
Without mentioning the gift—I assumed that was her teasing the hell out of me—she put out all the ingredients for chocolate chip pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream. When she put out the whipped cream, I had dirty thoughts about Sienna wearing only the topping.
“I know what you're thinking,” she said. “And maybe if you don't complain too much about shopping today, then there's a possibility of it coming true.”
“Is that a promise?”
She shrugged noncommittally. “All right, stop stalling and let's get measuring.”
With the first batch, I ended up with more flour on my face than in the bowl. But after Sienna gave me pointers on how to measure properly, the batter started to look like what she normally made. And when it came time for the chocolate chips, I added way too many. It supposed it was better than too many eggs.
After getting the hang of how much batter to add to the hot pan, we waited for one side of the flapjack to cook.
“You didn't have to get me anything,” I said.
“I know. I wanted to, though.”
“Can you tell me what it is?” I asked.
“Nope,” she said, grinning. “If you can surprise me with an entire building, I can surprise you with something small.”
I stuck my lower lip out in a mock-pout.
“You’re adorable when you do that,” she said. “But I’m not going to tell you. I still need to wrap it, anyway.”
“How about I finish making the pancakes and you get my gift wrapped? Or we can skip that altogether, since I’m going to rip it open in two seconds.”
She eyed the griddle as if my mere presence would set it on fire. “Okay, but let me know if you need me.”
I kissed her. “I won’t. I’m getting better; even you said so yourself.”
“Eh,” she said indecisively but left the room anyway.
I stood by the door and listened to the rustling of paper. I wasn’t sure what I expected to hear, but I loved to guess what a present was before I opened it. It was a sick thing to do and something my parents never appreciated, but it was a habit that I wasn’t sure I could ever break.
“I smell something burning,” Sienna said from the other room.
I jolted and went back to the pancake. I shoved the spatula under it and flipped it. The cooked side was very cooked and nearly black. I decided that it wasn’t edible and I buried it in the trash can then quickly poured another one.
“Can you give me a hint?” I called into the other room.
“Parker, you seriously can’t wait?”
“I can’t.”
“Okay,” she said, laughing. “Your hint is us.”
“Us?” What the hell did that mean?
“Give me another hint.”
“No!” Then she cursed.
“You okay in there?”
“Yeah,” she's said. “Just cut myself with the scissors.”
“Don’t bleed on my gift.”
“I’ll bleed wherever I damned well please.”
I smiled and shook my head. If anyone who didn’t know us could overhear us, they would think we were always arguing. It was the opposite, in fact. I could be brutally honest with her and she could take it in stride. Not many women would do that, especially at our ages. I hoped we kept the same teenager maturity level throughout our lives together. It kept us young and always on our toes.
I managed to get three pancakes done by the time she came back into the kitchen.
She lifted each one from the plate and inspected them. “These look great.”
“You’re not being nice?”
“When am I ever nice to you?” she reached up and kissed me.
She chopped the strawberries while I tried to crack her about the gift, but she was like a steel vault.
She set up two place settings and had the coffee done in the time it took me to finish the pancakes. I needed to figure out how to multi-task eventually.
“Do you want the gift before or after we eat?”
“Before!” I said.
She shook her head. “You’re too much, Parker. Are you sure you’re almost thirty? I’d say you were closer to thirteen.”
“Get my gift, woman!” I said and pointed to the other room.
She made a show of bowing before me. “As you wish.”
She left the kitchen and came back a few seconds later. She handed me the gift wrapped in the same shiny silver paper that she’d come in with this morning. I thought it was a lot of fanfare, but I didn’t question her too much. She seemed excited to get me something. So I wanted to keep that smile on her face.
I took the gift from her hands and placed it on the now-clean breakfast bar. It was thin but quite heavy.
“It’s fragile,” she noted.
I care
fully pulled the seam apart and lifted the paper from the object. My heart was thrumming in my chest. Sienna wasn’t the type to give people gifts unless they were incredibly thoughtful and well-deserved. I didn’t remember the last time she gave me a physical present, maybe a birthday a couple of years ago. We normally celebrated by going out to a restaurant or bar. She’d said her presence was present enough. And I agreed. If I ever needed something, I was always able to get it myself.
Removing the paper carefully, I revealed the back of a picture frame. Turning it over, I homed in on a photo that was taken of us at our senior prom. Then there was one of us on vacation with our families. Sienna and I were on a beach mid-jump as the waves crashed into the shore behind us. My gaze moved to one that was taken last year before I started dating Rachel. It was a candid photo of us at some bar. I vaguely remembered Tony taking the photo. Sienna and I were making gross faces at each other. I laughed at the memory. The other photos were from various points in our lives.
“I wanted to show where we came from, so we can always look back on it in the future,” she said.
“Sienna,” I said, my eyes darting around to each of the photos. My brain fell back into each memory of us. Some of them I’d forgotten until that point. “This is the best gift anyone has ever given me.”
She shrugged. “I thought it was better than buying you something. A bottle of cologne wouldn’t have been on par with what you did for me.”
“You’re right.”
This must have taken Sienna some time to do. There had to be at least two dozen perfectly placed photos of us. She wasn’t the creative type, so I appreciated the effort she put into this even more.
“You would have never done this if we weren’t dating,” I said. “I’m starting to think you really like me.”
“No, actually,” she said with a grin. “I really love you.”
“I love it,” I said and pulled her to me. I looked down into her hazel eyes and kissed her. I tried to put all of my love into the kiss, showing her how much I appreciated the gift and her presence in my life.
“Okay,” she said. “Now I’m really hungry.”
I propped up the frame so we could look at it while eating our breakfast. Sienna plated the pancakes and made a smiley face with strawberries as the mouth and whipped cream dots for the eyes on each of them. It was something she normally did for the children at the diner when they ordered pancakes. I looked at the photos again, reliving the moments from our own childhoods. This was the perfect gift to look back on for the years to come.
But I had one more present for her up my sleeve.
Epilogue
Sienna
I stirred awake and laid there for a few seconds, listening to the sound of Parker’s deep breathing. He was still asleep. I glanced at the clock. We’d slept in again. Well, slept in for us. It was only seven, and I wasn’t going to the diner for another two hours.
I rolled over as slowly as I could, not wanting to disturb him. He was facing me, his eyes squeezed shut. His shoulders were close to his ears. He seemed tense for some reason. I wasn’t sure why.
Heat flashed through my body and settled between my legs. I wanted to show him how much I appreciated him working hard while being home every night for dinner and every morning to help me prepare food for others.
I licked my lips and moved the sheets away from his legs. His cock was already awake and semi-hard, ready for me even though he was fast asleep.
I gripped him and slid my hand up and down, stroking him. He felt good in my hand, warming my palm through the material. I loved playing with his cock, especially when it started off semi-hard and stiffened as I stroked and teased it.
Parker’s breathing deepened, becoming long, happy sighs. He smiled, and his eyes opened slowly.
“Good morning,” he said. He started to move, but I held his hips down.
“Lay back, enjoy yourself.”
I grinned up at him, my tower of well-muscled manliness reduced to jelly by my fingers. He’d grown completely hard by now, so I gave him an extra-firm squeeze. He groaned softly and his eyes fluttered closed.
Perfect, I thought. Let’s take this a step further. As carefully as I could, I reached down and cupped his balls and started to massage them with my other hand.
His eyes opened wide. “Oh, wow.” He peered down his body at me.
I propped myself up on my knees and ran my tongue around my lips. “You want me to?”
“Do you need to ask?” His eyes closed as I pressed my lips to his swollen head. I kissed it a couple of times, then opened my mouth and stroked the underside of his head with the tip of my tongue. Shivers ran through his pelvis, shaking my hand. I grinned as I licked, loving the feel of his smooth, stretched skin against my tongue. I shifted my hand back and forward on his shaft, squeezing each time I brought my hand close to my face.
“Oh my god, that’s good,” he murmured.
“Mm-hmm?” I asked, then moved my head forward, taking more of him into my mouth, making sure I slid my tongue along the underside of his shaft. He stroked my hair gently, sliding his hand around to the back of my head. His fingers applied the tiniest pressure to my scalp. I smiled as I remembered doing exactly the same thing to him every time he’d gone down on me. I complied by moving my head forward, sliding his slippery head along my tongue. I formed a seal with my lips and sucked gently, moving back, then forward, finding my rhythm as I pumped his shaft with a firm grip. Parker’s hands rested lightly on my head as he followed my movements, subtly guiding my speed.
“I’m so hard for you,” he said. “I love what you’re doing, but I want you so much.”
I pulled back and looked up at him. “You want me? You already got me.”
“I want to make love to you, babe. Right now.”
I rose to my feet and reached over him to grab a condom from the side table. He reached up and cupped one of my breasts, pulling the nipple into his mouth.
The feeling of his tongue circling the peak made me even more wet for him than I already was.
Reluctantly, I pulled away when I got the condom. I ripped it open and stroked him while slowly rolling it down his shaft.
Parker sat up and kissed me, hard. His tongue darted into my mouth and he wrapped his arms around me. We kissed hungrily, our tongues dancing around each other’s as we sank into the bliss of full physical contact. His hands slid straight down my back and grasped my butt, squeezing hard enough to make me groan. I reached up and pulled my fingers through his hair. His hands moved up to my hips and started to rock me over his cock. Slow at first, then building speed as our kisses became feverish.
“I want to be inside you,” he said.
Wish granted.
It took all I had to break away from him, but I was in control today. I hopped off of him, got onto my hands and knees, and wiggled my butt at him.
“Give it to me.”
He didn’t need a second invitation. He was behind me in seconds, rubbing his head between my lips.
“You’re so wet,” he said.
“Sucking on you gets me off. Oh—” I cried out as he slid into me, pushing gently. I clutched the bed covers, whimpering quietly as he fed his hard flesh into me, inch by glorious inch. His hands squeezed my butt, crushing my cheeks as he slid deeper.
“You’re so tight around me.” He pushed further until he filled me completely.
As soon as he was pressed against my butt, he started to thrust, slamming hard against me and making my whole body shake. I loved being taken from behind, and Parker knew it. He gave it to me hard, using me roughly, while at the same time being aware of my needs. Every thrust drove air from my chest and a loud cry from my throat. And when he sped up, I had no time to draw breath. My lungs were empty in no time, and I was reduced to hoarse squeaks.
He stopped squeezing my butt long enough to spread my cheeks, and his next thrust went deeper than ever before. I cried out and my arms crumpled. My face hit the bed and my cries were briefly
muffled until he wrapped his arms around my middle and brought me back up to all fours. When he resumed hammering against me, I wailed until I had no breath left in my body. My orgasm hit a moment later, spreading heat and stiffening every muscle.
Parker groaned and shuddered. He pressed himself hard against me and squirted his cum deep inside me. I cried out as new shock waves burst through my body, triggering another small orgasm.
“Fucking wow, Sienna”
“Uh-huh,” I agreed. I tried to sink into the bed, but Parker had a firm grip around my waist. We stayed that way, locked together until he softened and slipped out. When he let me go, I rolled onto my side and murmured contentedly.
“I love you so much,” he said in my ear then kissed me on the mouth.
“Love you, too,” I said.
“How about we shower and get our day going? I know you need to go in soon.”
A shower sounded nice, but it took me a minute to get my body on board. Light tremors moved through my muscles and I didn’t know if I could make it on my own.
“I’ll meet you in there,” I said.
Parker grabbed my leg and pulled me toward him. I let out a shriek and he caught me before I fell off the bed.
He held me against him. “I really want to take a shower with you.”
“I guess so.”
He took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom. I admired his tight ass as he walked. Parker wasn’t a lazy guy, but he wasn’t a gym rat, either. He was blessed with incredible genetics that I often envied.
Parker turned the water on in the shower and we both got in.
He pressed me up against the cool tile wall and my legs gave out slightly.
He kissed me hard, and I returned the favor. His hands moved down my body, stroking me. He started to build me up again. But before I could return the favor he stopped kissing me.
I looked up at him. “What’s wrong?”
“I need something.”
I reached down to stroke him.
“No, not that.”
“Okay…?” I dragged the word out.
