Damaged

by Gina Watson

  Her cries were loud as she discovered the secrets her body had been keeping from her. “Parker, oh God, Parker, don’t stop.”

  He didn’t stop. He kept up a rough and steady pace as she contracted around him and continued to cry out his name.

  “Bails?” The door opened. “Bails class was canceled and I”—

  While her sister gasped, Bailey seemed to be having the best and roughest orgasm of her life. She squeezed around him so hard he also came violently and, as his eyes locked with her sister’s, he moaned out some of the sounds in her name. Given the look on her sister’s face he must have made one hell of an O-face.

  He slowed his pace as their bodies recovered while beneath him Bailey struggled to catch her breath.

  “Rough enough for you?”

  “I need a minute.”

  Her neck was sweaty and he moved the hair that stuck. He licked, then kissed where her hair had been. “The answer, pretty lady is yes, you can have a G-spot orgasm.”

  “Oh, is that what that was?” She breathed heavily. “I thought I had died and made it past the pearly gates.”

  “No pearls, just G-spot.”

  “Wow. Amazing.” Her breathing slowed and he fully withdrew from her. “Bathroom’s there.” She indicated a door with her finger.

  Black and white tiles decorated the floor. He pulled off the condom and flushed it.

  “Please tell me I didn’t hear my sister come in while we were going at it.”

  He stuffed himself into his pants. “You definitely did. She said class was canceled and then I think she swallowed her tongue.”

  She covered her eyes with her hand and moaned. “Yeah, it was during your big finish too.”

  “You’re making it worse.”

  He reached for his shirt and pulled it on. He realized he hadn’t even taken off his jeans or boots.

  Bailey sat up and dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, which looked ridiculous since she still wore the garters and stockings.

  “I can’t even be bothered to care because that was fucking incredible,” she said with a huge smile on her face.

  “I couldn’t agree more.” Parker flopped full-bodied onto the bed and cocked his head on his hand, supported by his elbow.

  “Is your sister waiting to attack me physically or just berate me with her words?”

  “Has this happened to you before?”

  “More than it should.” He frowned.

  “What do your tattoos say?”

  He pointed to the ink nearest his naval. “This is fish, and this one is water. This top one is the symbol for Pisces.”

  “You’re a Pisces? The fish?” He nodded. “Ironic.”

  “Or perfect.”

  “True.” They shared a comfortable silence. He was content to just stare at her in her post-coital glow. As she fidgeted with her hair and her clothes she seemed less comfortable having him in her room.

  She cleared her throat. “I’ll walk you to the front door.” Bailey plucked pillows from the floor and placed them at the head of the bed. “Maura’s probably—no, make that definitely—more embarrassed than you are. Actually, you don’t seem embarrassed at all. Does nothing faze you?”

  “It’s just sex. It’s natural. Everybody does it.”

  She eyed him peculiarly. “Walk of shame. You ready?”

  “Let’s do it.”

  They found Maura in the kitchen preparing a tuna fish sandwich.

  “Nice to see you again, Maura. I’d like to apologize for what happened. That must have been quite a shock.”

  She held a hand up in front of him. “How about we never speak of it?”

  A wide-eyed Bailey looked from him to her sister. Her nose crinkled as she mouthed sorry to Maura.

  Bailey walked him to the door. “So thank you for the hamburger and the uh … other thing.”

  “My pleasure. Goodnight.” He kissed her cheek and was aware of the much too wide smile that accompanied him out to his truck.

  With a turn of the key, the engine roared to life. Parker turned up AC/DC and sang along all the way home. When he pulled in at his childhood home his good mood abated as fast as a bullet is propelled from a gun barrel. “What the hell?” He parked and then exited the cab. Arianna ran up to him crying.

  “Ari, what’s wrong? Why is Trina here?” The woman in question stood on the massive front porch behind white pillars while a limo driver pulled her too-fancy luggage from the trunk.

  “Trina flew in from Dallas to be with Courtney.”

  “The wedding is two weeks away. Why is she here now? Don’t tell me she’s here for the duration.”

  “No.” Huge sobs convulsed her throat. “Court called off the wedding.”

  “Are you shitting me?” Truth told, Parker had never liked Travis. He’d been out with him on a few occasions when Courtney had begged Parker to take Travis on what she referred to as a bro date. Those weekends had been about hunting or fishing, not picking up women. However, Travis had commented, more than once, on a nice rack or a fuckable ass. Parker wasn’t a saint, but if he were engaged to be married he wouldn’t be pointing out other women’s assets to his future brother-in-law. The guy was seriously a shitbag.

  “What happened?” Parker asked.

  “She found him in bed with another woman.”

  Parker exhaled through clenched teeth. “Classic.”

  Across the lawn, Trina gracefully descended the steps and walked their way. She had her own set of problems and on more than one occasion he’d been enlisted to help her forget her rich girl troubles.

  “Hey, Parker.”

  “Hey.” It couldn’t be argued that Trina was beautiful, but she was also high maintenance. The times they’d been intimate she’d cried after. He’d never received quite that reaction before, but then she’d told him her tears had nothing to do with their hookup. He’d once sat with her while the tears fell for an hour. When he’d asked her why she was upset she’d told him her father had cut off some of her allowance.

  “Isn’t it terrible about Courtney and Travis?”

  “Yeah, it is.”

  “Will you help me with my bags?” Parker grumbled, but followed her to the door.

  Sounds of chaos emitting from within confirmed that a storm was raging in the family room. Setting Trina’s bags at the foot of the stairs, he walked toward the commotion. Hurricane Courtney had made landfall—wedding garments, trimmings, and mountains of other frippery covered every available surface.

  He knew better than to speak as his sister raged, his mother cried, and his father sipped bourbon. A brick fireplace spanned the entire length of the back wall, providing generous seating while picture windows provided an expansive view of the grounds.

  Julian and Everett sat on the fireplace, safely out of the path of the storm’s wrath. Parker joined his brothers on the hearth and looked out the windows to the vast landscape that encompassed David land. Parker had always thought of their home as a safe, secure compound—the extravagant wrought iron security fence and gate making it difficult even for him to get through at times. Dad was serious about his family’s safety—to the point of obsession. Before he had retired he’d occasionally accompanied the fishermen on the water. To protect his family while he was gone, he’d turned his home into a medieval castle on high alert.

  Today ducks swam across the lake calmly and peacefully, in direct contrast to the raging current inside. Parker caught sight of a few deer eating his mother’s precious camellia trees.

  “Ari, make sure you mention that the dress is Vera Wang. Trina, I want a big banner displayed across the top of the website”—Court used her hands to illustrate how big she thought it should be—“It should read: all proceeds will be donated to Children’s Hospital of New Orleans.”

  “Is there about to be a bonfire or have we gathered to plot our attack?” Parker asked.

  “She’s created die Travis Miller die dot com and is about to auction off any and all of the wedding ostentation, including
the twenty-five-thousand-dollar Farrow diamond engagement ring.” Everett relayed.

  “Ouch, should be interesting.”

  “How many people now?” Court asked.

  “You’re up to twenty two-thousand attending the auction,” Ari answered. Dad drained his glass of bourbon and poured another.

  “Travis attempted to retrieve the ring and Rolex he’d given, but Court took a nine iron to his Audi. He said he was going to sue for damages,” Julian said as he scrubbed his face in his hands.

  “I’m just wondering why this guy is still walking around. Had I been here I’d have rendered his legs useless.”

  Everett nodded. “Evidently this all started early this morning. She needed her black power suit for a meeting, but it was mixed up with his dry cleaning. When she went to his apartment to retrieve it she found more than she’d bargained for.”

  “How long has Dad been at it?” Parker nodded in their father’s direction.

  “Good question.” Julian said.

  Parker and Julian looked to Everett for answers.

  “You see that bottle next to his glass?” Parker and Julian nodded. “It was full when he started.”

  “Down by half.” Parker stated.

  “Fuck.” Julian added.

  “Is there a plan?” Parker asked.

  Everett shook his head. “Dad’s plan earlier was to shoot Travis with his twelve-gauge Remington Wingmaster, but thank God we couldn’t find any shells.”

  “Well it’s good you’re here, Everett. You can use your fancy-ass law degree to put together an insanity defense for Dad.” His brothers nodded.

  Everett worked for a tax firm in Boston so that was a stretch. Whenever he flew to the New Orleans office he made a pit stop in Baton Rouge to visit. He liked to pretend he didn’t have roots in the south and was vocal about his dislike of all things Louisiana.

  “Where’s my dog?” Each brother took a glance outside, scanning the back lawn.

  “He couldn’t take the screaming. We had to let him out, the lucky bastard,” Everett said.

  “Shit.” Parker stood and walked to the bar. He poured a shot of tequila and downed it in two seconds. He followed the first with two more and then exited through one of the French doors. His lab was old, but he was the best hunting dog Parker had ever had. He placed his index fingers in his mouth and whistled. “Sarge!”

  Sarge had a heart condition and it wasn’t good for him to be in the heat. Parker walked toward the large gazebo. With ceiling fans turning overhead and the breeze off the lake it would be the coolest place to hunker down. He’d bet money that’s where he’d find Sarge.

  Parker heard thunder in the distance and as he walked through the high grass he thought he’d get the zero-turn mower out this weekend and give it a buzz. High grass would bring snakes too close to the house and as much as he loved Sarge, the old guy just wasn’t as fast as he used to be.

  “There he is.” Parker spoke loud enough to wake Sarge from his nap. Sarge lazily stretched and yawned. His tail wagged and his whine pierced the air. “There’s my good boy.” As the alcohol settled into Parker’s blood, he sat on one of the wooden benches under the fan and scratched Sarge’s ears. If he could find Travis he’d beat him bloody for hurting his sister and the rest of his family. In the end, he was proud of Courtney. She seemed to be holding her own and he thought the auction idea was pure genius.

  “Sarge looks good. Though I can’t believe he’s still kicking. How old is he?” Trina entered the gazebo and perched on the edge of the wooden bench next to Parker.

  “Fourteen.”

  She patted the top of Sarge’s head. “Pretty crazy in there, huh?” She gestured with a head toss toward the house.

  “I’m proud of Court. It can’t be easy. She’s dealing with it like a champ.”

  “She’s strong. I envy that. I probably would have just married him. Of course it wouldn’t have lasted, but I’d be too weak to parlay the gossip of a called-off wedding into something positive, like Courtney did.”

  He frowned. “I don’t know Trina, I think you can give as good as you get.”

  She smiled. The floral wrap dress she wore was short and provocatively displayed her long shapely legs. For added appeal she wore heels that were at least five inches and were mostly straps. She was beautiful, but she constantly tried too hard. For instance, why would she wear that on a day like today? She’d been on a plane and now she was here helping her best friend through a breakup. The top of the dress gaped and the lace of her bra barely kept her large globe-like breasts under wraps.

  Thunder rolled and they sat in silence and enjoyed the sound and the breeze that settled in as dusk turned into night. Early fall in Baton Rouge left temperatures a little warm during the day, but at night things could cool off a bit. Parker was always hot and he welcomed the temperature shift.

  “Feels like it’s about to rain. Guess we’d better head in.”

  Trina nodded and stood. “It’s really good to see you.”

  “Yeah, you too.”

  A light drizzle started to fall as they exited the gazebo. They walked a few more paces before the sky opened up and a deluge engulfed them. Parker was content to keep walking until lightning lit up the sky and leaded bullets stabbed his skin.

  “Fuck, back to the gazebo.” He yelled over the roar of the storm. Trina slipped in her ridiculous strappy-heeled shoes, so he reached for her and carried her in his arms as he ran back with Sarge at his heels.

  Back at the gazebo he sat with her in his lap where she landed. She made no attempt to move. Instead she shivered in his arms, soaked to the bone from the rain.

  “Cold?”

  She nodded.

  He rubbed his hands vigorously up and down her arms. The rain was already starting to slow. “Should be able to make a dash for it in a few minutes.”

  The outside lights had been triggered by the darkness and illuminated the place where they sat. Sarge whined, miserable in his wetness. Parker laughed.

  “At least we can all return in the same frame of mind as Courtney—completely miserable.”

  Trina laughed hard and her top fell even lower, revealing perfectly erect nipples through a sheer lace bra. Parker loved nipples, especially hard ones. His fingers deftly found their way into her dress and enclosed around the hard bud. Trina gasped and used her long graceful neck to push her lips into his. She tasted like rain and her tongue was soft as it found his. Her hand reached between his legs to rub his crotch.

  “Trina, how do you like to be fucked?”

  “What?”

  “How do you like it? Hard, rough, slow, fast, dirty, kinky?”

  “I like it the way you do.”

  “No, Trina. What do you like?”

  “I like you.”

  “Baby, that’s great. Really I’m flattered, but there’s something that you like that if I did it would satisfy you fully.”

  “What’s that?”

  “How the hell should I know? My point is that you need to experiment, learn what you like, and practice telling a man what you want. Take it, demand it. It’s not all about the guy all the time.”

  He shook his head. All these society babes were the same. They were hardwired to please the men in their lives with no regard for their own pleasure. It started from the cradle and the gaze from Daddy’s eyes into their own. Trina had four brothers and the family fortune had been made in technology. She was useless in their world. Her only job was to sit back, look pretty, and throw birthday parties, baby showers, and various other soirées. Make the Cooper family look good in social circles: country club, junior league, art society, and church, among others. He thought of his sister and wondered if they’d dug that trap for her.

  Trina had gone down to her knees and unfastened the hardware on his jeans. Now she took his semi-erect cock into her mouth. On any other day this would have been perfect. Hell he’d have let her suck him until he was coming down her throat. But all he could think about at this moment w
as flaming red hair, milky white skin, and low sultry moans. Not wanting to give Trina a mixed message after his pep talk, he let her continue to bring him to full hardness. Her lips and tongue on his cock felt good, but not great—and yet he couldn’t think of a delicate way out of this situation. When he heard the ATV approaching it was sweet music to his ears.

  “Someone’s coming. Unless you want them to see you on your knees you’d better get up.”

  She released him with a pop and took up the space next to him on the bench while he hurriedly stuffed himself back into his jeans.

  “Hey, Trina.” Ari called from the four-wheeler. “Kayla’s here. They’re ready to start the auction,” Ari continued to yell without getting off the ATV.

  Kayla’s here! Jesus, had he fucked all of Courtney’s friends? “Trina, ride back to the house with Ari. I’ll walk back with Sarge.” He smiled and looked away hoping she’d do as he suggested.

  “Okay.” Trina looked around nervously. “Hey, Parker?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Thanks for telling me those things earlier.” Her brow creased as she waited for his reply.

  He truly smiled at her this time. “You’re welcome, Trina. You deserve to get everything you want. So does Courtney.”

  He watched them until they disappeared. With his hands clasped comfortably on top of his head he thought he would rather spend the night on the shipping boat than take his chances in a home that currently housed two of his former booty calls. How many more were due he wondered? A change was definitely called for. He needed to stop having casual sex with his sister’s friends, a policy he planned to enact immediately.

  Chapter 6

  “I could hear your music and I figured you were singing along like you do, so when I opened the door and was greeted with this great shot of Parker’s ass I was completely unprepared. The bastard made eye contact with me and I could have sworn he winked.”

  “Oh, God.” Bailey laughed so hard orange soda dripped from her nose.