by T. L Hodel
I should kill him.
Had three different plans to dispose of his body before the next breath left my lips.
“Parker should be home any minute.”
That’s right, baby, you tell him. Poor thing didn’t know what to do when shit got real with her ‘friend’.
My fists balled. I’d told Lana I didn’t like the way this prick looked at her. But did she listen? No. My angel, sweet little thing that she was, thought they were just friends. Guys like Logan and Mason used the friend claim all the time. Because girls never suspected their friends. It was a good thing she had me around to protect her from fucks like Luke Lannister.
After my angel got that note, this prick was at the top of my list of suspects. Luke Lannister from Ohio. Star track runner turned assistant coach. He’d won multiple trophies, was offered numerous scholarships, and carried both his high school and college team to championships. Exactly the kind of athlete Ashworth would recruit. Even though he was just a runner.
Pfft. Pussy.
Luke’s sparkling eyes locked with mine as his lips curled and he leaned in closer to my girl.
This prick wants to die.
“Good,” he said, “I’d like to fuck him too.”
My brow lifted. That shit, I was not expecting. I didn’t like being caught off guard. Fuck this guy.
“Care to run that by me!”
My angel squeaked and jumped back, while the smile on Luke’s face spread wide.
“Parker,” Lana’s pretty eyes glittered with shame and fear, making me want to hurt this fucker even more. “When did you get home?”
Just in time, Angel. I got home just in time.
“Come here, Baby.” I opened my arms and ushered her to me.
Lana jumped off the stool and rushed into my embrace. Keeping my eyes on the prick watching us, I leaned down and took her mouth in a deep kiss. Fuck, she tasted good. My dick sprang to life the second her tongue touched mine.
“You want to hit me right now,” Luke rested his elbow on the island and tipped his head, “Don’t you?”
Fuck yeah I want to hit you. Cocky, smug, fuck.
“Parker,” My sweet angel’s voice flowed through my ears, pulling back the red blurring my vision. “Don’t,” she warned, placing her palm on my cheek. “Please.”
I gazed into her hazel eyes, studying the way her pupils dilated while her breath came out in short shallow gasps. Was my angel turned on? Suddenly I was eyeing the asshole sitting in my kitchen for a different reason. After all, there were other ways to teach pricks like him a lesson. Besides, I wouldn’t mind seeing what was under his jeans and shirt. Hell, I could see the outline of his cock from here.
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Luke rose off the stool and stalked across the room. “How good I’d feel.” His hand swept down Lana’s back, making her shiver in my arms. “How good she feels.” His eyes rolled up to mine as he stepped in, flattening his front against my angel’s back. “How good we’d feel.”
Fuck. The gasp that left Lana’s mouth had my dick trying to punch through the fabric of my jeans. I liked the way her feminine body looked, sandwiched between two walls of muscle. How she quietly trembled in confusion and arousal. My hand slid down her back, grazing over Luke’s hard-on, and I reached down and cupped her ass. Firm and hard, while tugging her soft body into mine.
“You want to fuck him, baby?”
“What?” Her eyes flew from me to the man behind her. “Um… I don’t…”
A smirk tugged at Luke’s features. I wasn’t the only one getting turned on by her uncertainty. He swirled a strand of her hair between his fingers and asked, “Think she can handle it?”
My angel could handle anything. She just needed a little reassurance.
I took a step back, pulling Lana with me, and then spun her around while nodding at the other man. “Take your clothes off.”
Lana’s breath hitched when Luke’s fingers wrapped around the hem of his shirt as he peeled the fabric over his head.
“Parker?” Her eyes snapped up to me, searching for comfort. I fucking loved the way she looked. How in her most awkward moments, she came to me.
“Shhh,” I whispered, tipping her chin back to Luke. “Look at him.” A shuddered gasp left her lips as Luke’s fingers moved down to his belt. Deftly unbuckling the leather and allowing him to flick open the button on his jeans.
“Watch how his muscles twitch in anticipation. Feel the lust in his eyes.” I pushed my hand down her skirt to finger her pussy and groaned at the wetness coating my skin. “See how hard you make him.”
The other man’s pants were off now, giving us a nice view of the large tent in his boxer briefs. Underneath that fabric was a nice thick shaft. Hard, and aching to go. Lana moaned out my name and dropped her head back. I’d never make my angel do something she didn’t want to do. The second I saw her face twisted in pleasure, I knew she might be hesitant, maybe a little afraid, but she wanted it as much as I did.
I gave Luke a look. The same one that all men in this position understood. A simple tip of the brow that meant it’s go time. He stepped in and pressed his lips down onto hers, taking over her pleasure as I pulled off the constricting fabric of my clothes.
Once I was done, we worked on Lana. Needy hands tearing away her shirt and skirt to bare the supple flesh underneath. Soon we were three bodies pressed together in a heady cloud of heavy desire. I grabbed the base of my cock and thrust into her from behind. Heat enveloped my shaft, sending a tingle up my spine. My angel gasped, pussy fluttering as she clung onto Luke’s shoulder to steady herself.
“Fuck,” I groaned, looking for a better place to do this. I wanted to watch her touch him. See his hands and tongue slide all over her body, and that shit wasn’t going to happen standing in the middle of the kitchen.
Luke must’ve read my mind, because he tipped his chin at the two seated lounge chairs in the corner by the back door. Within seconds we were over there. Me laying back as my girl bounced on my cock, while Luke’s fingers toyed with her clit. I watched my shaft, glistening with her juices, disappear into her tight channel, and glanced up to Luke’s hand buried in her hair. My dick twitched at the way his mouth worked her. Lips swollen and wet, while their tongues tangled.
He climbed on the lounger with his, hot balls brushing against my skin as he straddled my legs with her and growled in her mouth, “You taste fucking delicious.”
Fuck yeah she did. But what did he taste like?
I sat up, speared my fingers in his thick hair, and tore his mouth off hers, bringing it to mine. Lana’s arm flew up, wrapping around my neck as her hips rolled. Her other hand slid down his chest, fingers skittering across his skin and down to his cock, making Luke groan in my mouth and me to deepen the kiss. Tongues swirling and teeth clacking in a fight for male dominance neither one of us was ready to give up.
But I’d played this game before. I knew how to control, not only my woman, but a man as well. I reached down, fingering my girl’s clit until she was screaming and gushing hard all over my cock. Luke barely had time to appreciate the sticky mess my girl made, before I glided my hand over the glorious firmness of his ass and pushed a finger inside.
To my surprise, he sunk into it. Pushing back when I forced in another finger while sliding his hand down my side. Had he done this before? My question was soon answered. Luke lifted Lana off my dick and shuffled up to take her place. Her heated gaze stared down at me. Watching my eyes roll into the back of my head as he slowly sank down on my shaft, forcing my cock past his tight ring of muscles with a masculine grunt.
I fell back in the lounger, pulling my girl with me and nuzzling her neck. Her sweet scent, the salty taste of her hot skin, along with the tight grip of Luke’s ass was pure ecstasy. Then the familiar sound of a foil packet being torn open peaked my ears, and Lana was pulled back, slammed hard on the other man’s cock, and I damn near came.
Luke’s hips rocked back and forth, fucking both Lan
a and I at the same time. The look on her face as her fingers dug into my skin, was better than any drug. The intoxicating blend of pleasure and confusion. The way her wet lips parted with each gasp and moan. That’s all I wanted to see before I died. My girl, happy, pleasured, and carefree.
I cupped her face and pulled her down to me, enjoying the way her garbled groans warmed my face. “I love you. baby.”
“I love you too,” she said, placing the sweetest kiss on my lips.
I smiled up at her. My beautiful sweet angel. “Come for me.”
And she did. Hard and fast. Followed by Luke, and then me.
We laid there for a bit, breaths mingling as I gently stroked my girl’s back, but eventually Luke got up and gathered his clothes. Without a word, he got dressed, nodded at me, and left. I appreciated that. His simple understanding that this was my time with my girl and his presence was interfering with that. Physical attraction was one thing. Anyone could fuck. The emotional bond I had with the woman I loved… That was sacred and deserved to be nurtured. Which was exactly what I planned to do. Every damn day of my life.
“Come on, baby,” I said, scooping my angel up and carrying her up the stairs. “Let’s take a bath.”
Chapter 24
Lana
I sat in the warm water, sucking in the vanilla scent of the bubbles, and tried to sort out my mind. Parker sat behind me, carefully scrubbing a loofa over my skin. Each tender stroke reminding me that I’d just had sex. With two men. Guilt prevented me from melting back into him. I could still feel Luke’s hands on me, and his thickness filling me up, while I stared into Parker’s eyes.
My husband’s eyes.
Did he hate me? I said I loved him, and I did. But who did that to someone they loved? He must hate me.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered quietly.
“For what?”
He didn’t even stop. Parker’s fingers continued to glide over my skin, washing away the sweat and grime. But nothing he could do, would cleanse my soul.
“I let another man touch me.”
I felt him tense and braced for the heartbreak that was sure to come.
“Baby,” he pressed under my chin and tipped my head back, forcing me to meet his gaze. “I’m not mad at you.”
“You’re not?” My brows furrowed. Was this a trick?
“No,” He snickered and kissed my forehead. “I liked watching you get fucked.”
Okay, now I was really confused. Parker went off at school the other day because he thought Brandon was staring at my ass. And he was constantly badgering me about Luke’s intentions, which it turned out, he was right about. Bet he wasn’t going to let me live that down.
“But I thought you didn’t like Luke?”
“I don’t.”
That made even less sense.
“So, why did you want to do that with him?”
His brow arched. “Why did you?”
Huh? Why did I? I mean, Luke was cute and all, but I’d always seen him as a friend. I think?
“I don’t know,” I said, trying to remember who even started that.
Was it me? Parker? Did Luke start it? He did hit on me, so that would make sense. Then again, Parker told him to take his clothes off. I can’t believe he did that. Wait… what were we talking about? Oh right, my horrible betrayal of the man I loved.
“Okay?” My eyes narrowed skeptically.
Parker chuckled and pulled me into him. “Have I mentioned how cute you are?”
I sighed. Cute? My loving husband really needed to think of better compliments.
“Come on,” Parker kissed the top of my head and got out of the tub, “We should get you dressed and tucked into bed.”
I sat in the water, staring at his outstretched arm, unable to move. On his inner wrist, glaring back at me with a mocking glint, was a small black raven. I’d forgotten about Dr. Creswell and my suspicions. The whole twins thing kind of took over.
Parker cocked his head at my expression. “Something wrong?”
“No.” I shook my head and accepted his help out of the tub. “Everything’s peachy.”
Other than you being in a secret society that probably sacrifices virgins under the moonlight, that is.
I eyed Parker, watching him carefully as he dried me off. I loved him. I really did. My heart swelled every time he looked at me. But how much did I really know about him?
“Parker, have you ever killed anyone?”
I don’t know what bothered me more. The fact that he continued toweling me off, not at all disturbed by my question, or the response he gave me.
“Do you really want me to answer that?”
That was a yes.
My husband, the man I loved, and whose children I was carrying, was a killer! There was literal blood on his hands. My eyes searched his face as Parker stood up and pulled a shirt over my head. So, why wasn’t I afraid of him?
Once I was dressed, Parker led me out of the bathroom and told me to get into bed. I slipped under the covers, thinking about Riley and Shelby. They weren’t scared of their boyfriends, and Logan Hudson was definitely someone people should be wary of. Not to mention Micha Kessler. That boy had way too much power. All he had to do was look at someone and they’d move. I’d never understood what my friends saw in them, but I was starting to understand.
It was love.
Parker threw on a pair of grey sweats and slipped into bed next to me.
“I have something for you.” He pulled me into his arms and held out a small box. “Beautiful rings fit for my beautiful wife.”
My hand flew over my mouth, muffling a gasp. Inside the box were two rings. One had sparkling deep sapphires decorating the petals of an orchid, and the other was a gold band of intricate stems and leaves. I gingerly reached out, carefully tracing the edges of the flower.
“Why?” Was all I could spit out.
It wasn’t my birthday, and I certainly hadn’t done anything to deserve such a gift.
“We are married,” he pointed out. “Don’t you think you should have an engagement and wedding ring?”
My hand dropped.
“I can’t wear these.” It was a sweet gesture but… “People are going to ask about them and wonder why we didn’t have a wedding.” How was I supposed to explain that?
Parker sucked in a deep breath and eyed me.
“How about this. You wear the engagement ring,” he slipped the band with the orchid around my finger and added, “And we’ll have a wedding after the babies are born?”
I had to admit, I liked how the ring looked on my hand, and it was a perfect fit.
“Isn’t a wedding a waste of money?”
Parker barked out a laugh. To someone like him, watching what he spent wasn’t exactly a necessity.
I swear to god, if he calls me cute again…
“Baby, you don’t have to worry about that stuff anymore. And just so you know,” he pulled me tightly into his warm embrace, “I’d spend my last cent to make you happy.”
And there he goes with the sweet crap again.
“Fine,” I sniffed, wiping away a tear. “I’ll wear the stupid ring. But if I’m going to marry you…”
“We’re already married,” he pointed out.
I rolled my eyes. Whatever. Technicality.
“There’s a few things I need to know.” My gaze once again landed on the raven on his wrist, “Like what I’m marrying into.”
Parker let out a long sigh. “You saw the tattoo.”
So he wasn’t denying it.
“Most of the rumors are bullshit.”
My eyes narrowed. “But there is an Order?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re in it?”
“Yes,” he nodded. “But you don’t need to worry about that.”
While my body was exhausted from our little rendezvous with Luke, I was giddy. For years I’d been searching for information. Pulling apart each piece of gossip, hoping to find an ounce of evidence, and here Pa
rker was confirming everything I’d suspected. I wanted to know everything. Questions flew out of mouth at an uncontrollable rate.
“Who’s in it? Where do you meet? Do you really sacrifice virgins?”
The next one came out before Parker could answer the previous. My mind was a jumble, picturing him and his friends chanting in dark robes next to firelight. Micha passing around a goblet of blood from their fresh sacrifice, while wolves howled in the distance. Of course, I knew that it was ridiculous. I’d paid way too close attention to way too many movies. That didn’t stop my imagination.
Parker, god love him, waited patiently for my words to run out. He didn’t even scoff at any of the craziness coming out of my mouth. He simply sat back and watched my lips move with a smirk on his face. By the time I’d run out of things to say, my brain joined my body, causing me to cuddle up to Parker as a deep yawn left my mouth.
“Answer me,” I grumbled, fighting to keep my eyes open.
“Shh,” he hushed in my ear while pulling the blankets over us. “Sleep now.”
Heaviness settled in my limbs and my eyes began to shut. “But I need to know.”
“No you don’t.”
My lips twisted in a pout and I muttered, “Yes I do,” before the sandman swept me away to dreamland.
Chapter 25
Parker
Three months later:
“I swear to god, I’m going to kill your sister.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at Lana’s angry tone. Ava had gone from loving aunt, to full on obsessed stalker, calling Lana every hour to see if she’d gone into labor yet. I was excited too, and more than ready to start the next phase. I loved how my girl looked all big and swollen with my babies, but she was grumpy as fuck and wanted this shit done with.
“Ava’s just excited.” I laid my hand on her leg and gave her thigh a squeeze. “She doesn’t want to miss the birth.”
Not that she was going to be in the room when my children came into the world. The doctor said only one person was allowed in there, and it sure as fuck wasn’t going to be my sister.
