I go up on my tip-toes and start kissing along his jaw. He drops the bags and grips my waist and I push into him. Well, this seduction is going better than I thought. He leans his head down and captures my lips with his. Before tracing my upper lip with his tongue he tugs on my bottom lip. I gasp in pure pleasure. He invades my mouth with his tongue. I immediately push my hips further into his and begin my own rhythm with my tongue matching him stroke for stroke. I am about to combust in flames. He digs his fingers in my hips and pushes me away, and I let out a whimper. I don’t want to stop, ever.
“Brielle, we need to talk, and I don’t want to rush this,” he whispers.
Screw that, we can talk after. I just want him to look at me the way he is right now for my first time, and I don’t want that to change after I tell him everything.
I lean back into him, “Colby, talking is really overrated. I have on the sexiest pair of panties I have ever worn, and they are dripping wet for you.” Right then, I see his eyes darken and his composure slips. He is breathing hard, and his grip on my hips gets tighter, like he doesn’t know to anchor me to him or shove me back.
“Colby, there will be plenty of time to talk tonight. Right now I need you. Hard and fast. No barriers, no doubts, just us. I can’t wait any longer. I need you inside of me.”
His decision is made if I read this situation right. He bends his legs and grips me under my thighs and turns us so I am pressed against the wall, and he leans his hips into mine. “Is this what you want, pretty girl?”
The size of him through his jeans is rather scary, but I know that is exactly what I want. I want to give myself to him and feel whole for the first time.
I bite my bottom lip and say with no hesitation, “Yes, Colby. Only you.”
Our lips crash, and it isn’t sweet at all. We are dueling for control, trying to dominate each other and pour our emotions out through our bodies without words. He carries me into the bedroom and our lips never leave one another. He places me on the bed and steps back to look at me. “You are beautiful. Before we go any further, I need to know you want this.”
I go up on my knees, and instead of answering him with words I grab my t-shirt and pull it up over my head, and silently send thanks to Addy for our trip for my new lingerie. Then I reach and untie my shorts and slowly slide them down my legs. The whole time he is watching me like he cannot get enough. The sheer lust and want radiating from him spurs me on. The way he makes me feel with just a glance, makes me not second-guess my decision to not tell him I am a virgin. I need to give this to him, in my way, on my terms. I don’t want him doing anything special for me. I need to be able to make this about him. He stalks towards me while yanking his shirt off, and then goes for the buttons on his shorts. There are no words spoken, and I don’t need any. The heat and want dripping from us is enough. When he reaches the bed, and we are face to face, I glance down and notice he has nothing else on, and I swallow hard. I am suddenly taken over by nerves when I realize I have no idea what I am supposed to do. He leans down and cups my face and kisses me sweetly. I realize now that he is trying to slow this down, and I don’t want to. I don’t want time to second-guess myself. I reach my hands up to his collarbone and gently scratch my fingernails down his chest until I reach his dick twitching in my hands. I circle the head with my finger. He pushes me by the shoulders so I fall on the bed and climbs over me. He reaches behind me and unclasps my bra and before he has it fully off, his lips are on my left nipple. My back arches off the bed. Holy hell that feels amazing. I let my hands roam down his back, around to his abdomen and up into his hair. I can feel each muscle shaking from holding back. I reach up and bite his shoulder gently. “Colby, show me how much you want me.”
His resolve snaps at that moment, and he tangles one hand in my hair as his other slides down and grips the side of my panties. Before I can blink he has them off of me and has pushed my legs apart with his own.
He glances down, “Be sure, Brielle. Once I take you, you are mine. There is no going back. No changing your mind. This will change everything, and I want you to be sure.”
I look right in his eyes, “Take me, Cowboy.”
I feel him position himself at my entrance, and I try not to tense up. I tug on his hair and tell him, “Now Colby, I need you, now.”
With those words he thrusts one time as he enters me.
SHIT! I knew my first time would hurt, but whoever said that you will feel a pinch, stretch, or fullness lied to you. I feel like I am being ripped apart. I bite my lip trying to stop the tears. This hurts. I make the mistake of looking into Colby’s eyes and see the shock and confusion in them.
“Brielle, are you a virgin?”
“Not anymore.”
He drops his head and takes in a deep breath. I feel like I have robbed him of something, but I don’t know what.
Chapter 26
Colby
She was a virgin and didn’t think that was important to tell me? I was not even in her half way, and she was crying. If I would have known I would never have been so rough with her. I could have eased some of her pain. Then she has the nerve to give me some flippant answer like, “not anymore.” Bending her over my knee and spanking her ass sounds better and better each second.
I take a minute to compose myself before I look at her again. Seeing her tears ripped my fucking heart open. To know that I was responsible made me feel sick to my stomach. I inhale slowly and look into her eyes. “Why Brielle?”
She is quiet for a moment. “I want this. I do. I wanted you and only you. I didn’t know how to tell you I was a virgin. I didn’t want this moment to be about me. It seems like every second of our relationship has had some of my drama around it. I wanted to give you this, without you worrying about me every second.”
I stare at her as I replay those words in my mind. How can she think if she told me she was a virgin it would have ruined it for me? Sure, I would have slowed it down and made sure she was ready for me. I would have cherished this gift she gave me. I still would have wanted her just as much, probably more.
I grab her chin. “Make no mistake, I would have taken it much slower and eased into this. I would have still made you mine if that is what you wanted. It is all that I want. But do you know how you have made me feel? I feel like an ass because I wasn’t gentle with you. I can‘t erase the memory of your first time with me acting like a damn caveman and hurting you. It should not have been about me, but about us Brielle. Damn it, that is what I am. Part of us.”
“Sorry. Really I am. I don’t want this to be bad for you. I don’t want you to regret me, because no matter what, I won’t regret you.”
Is she kidding me? Does she think I could ever regret her? Then I look down where our bodies are connected and realize I didn’t even bother with protection. I start to pull out. “No, I want this.”
“I forgot a condom. I am going to tell you . . . once I pull out I won’t be able to enter you for a few days because you will be too sore.”
She clamps her legs around my hips, “I am protected. I get the shot for bad periods, and I don’t want you to leave me, Colby.”
I bend down to kiss her and get control of myself. I start kissing her neck and chest down to her nipples. I can feel her get wetter. That will help ease some pain. As I suck her nipple in my mouth and sink my teeth down lightly, I feel her buck her hips up and she takes a little more of me inside her.
I lean down and tell her, “That’s it, pretty girl. Relax and enjoy. I promise you when you are too sore from me making you mine for the next few days, I will still lick, kiss, and suck every inch of your body. I will make you scream my name so loud the walls will vibrate. You will come so much with me inside you, by my mouth, by my fingers, that you will forget your name.”
I feel her moving her hips. Ah, my pretty girl likes my words. I keep telling her over and over how amazing she feels, what she does to my cock, how she feels around it, until I feel her falling into a rhythm. I reach in between us and
as I bite down on her nipple again, I rub my thumb around her clit. I feel her tremor beneath me, then she convulses around me. I let go. As I am pouring into her I sigh “Belle.”
I immediately feel her stiffen. Oh God, after the best orgasm I have ever had, I go and call her a nickname. She will probably castrate me for this one.
Chapter 27
Brielle
Before I could focus too much on the fact that I just had sex for the first time, and Colby had called me “Belle,” he gently kissed my lips and grimaced as he pulled out of me. He got off the bed and walked to the bathroom. He returned with a wet washcloth to clean me up. Then he told me to put some clothes on and head to the living room, and that he would be right there. Why was he being distant? Was I reading too much into this? While I got dressed and he threw on a pair of basketball shorts, he started stripping the bed. Thank God, because seeing the blood on the sheets, I wasn’t sleeping on them tonight.
I made my way to the kitchen and fixed a drink while he finished up. He sat next to me on the couch and cleared his throat. “Listen, I am sorry for that nickname I let slip out. I know how you feel about nicknames, and the last thing I wanted to do after what we just shared was upset you.”
I looked over to him as a tear slipped down my face. “My grandfather used to call me Belle in private. He knew the reason behind me hating nicknames, so he did it when it was just us. He called me Belle because he said I was his Belle of the ball, and instead of Brie or Elle, he combined them.” I remember that moment with a smile on my face. “It is okay, Colby. You can call me that if you want. You didn’t upset me; you actually made me very happy.”
I saw him exhale, and all the strain in his muscles relaxed as he held his arm out to me so I could cuddle up to him. He bent down and kissed my ear and whispered, “Start talking Belle, and make sure you get it all out.” I knew the moment of truth had come.
I took a deep breath. “First, please don’t interrupt me. Let me get this all out. I will answer any questions you have. I can’t look at you when I am talking. If you are going to regret being with me, then I don’t want to see it in your eyes.”
He pulls me closer, “Whatever you need. Just know that nothing you can say will ever make me regret you.”
I close my eyes. “Right before my 12th birthday my dad was just starting his political career. He had this guy Brent that worked for him. He never really bothered me, and my parents and I had our other issues. I will explain those in a minute, but I just need to get this out first. One night I was up in my room watching TV and listening to music when I heard my bedroom door open, and it was Brent coming in. My parents had gone to dinner with Addy, and the other kids were so little and had been in bed for hours. I wasn’t alarmed until he sat on the edge of my bed and reached out and ran his hands down my arms. Then he said to me ‘Brielle I don’t know why you are fighting your parents on the issues of your music career. You make my job difficult with fighting your parents every step of the way. My job is to make sure your father rises to his political aspirations, and I will do my job anyway I see fit. You rebelling against them looks bad to the public and stresses your parents out. You are not being a good girl and it is time you learn how to behave’. I really knew he wasn’t in there to be nice to me.” I shuddered as the memories started running through my mind and took a deep breath. Colby just held me tighter and kissed the back of my head. Feeling his strength gave me the courage to relive that night.
“Before I knew or understood what was happening, he had laid me back on my bed and lifted my nightgown up. I never cried out or screamed, Colby. How stupid was I? I cannot go into the details of what he did, but I can tell you he didn’t rape me in the typical sense. Yes, he touched me inappropriately and said many things, but he never penetrated me. When he was done he said, ‘See Brielle, you can be a good girl when you want. We will keep this between us but know that when you don’t do what your parents ask of you I will be coming to have another discussion with you and reminding you how to be an obedient child.’ As soon as he left I ran down the hall and over to Cooper’s. I cried and cried when I told him what happened. He just told me it would all be okay and he would be there with me when I told my parents. I stayed over at his house that night, and the next morning we went to my house to tell my parents. As I started explaining to my parents what happened, they called for Brent to come in the room and listen to my accusations. When I was done my mother asked Brent if any of this was true and he responded ‘Goodness no. I know you have been worried about Brielle lately and her rebellious streak, but I never realized how far she would take her attention-seeking behavior. He then turned to my father and said I don’t know if I can take your political aspirations where they need to go if we have a loose cannon like this threatening our goals at each step.’ I could not believe that this was happening. My father and mother turned to me and my dad told me to go up to my room, and he told Cooper I would not be available for a while. He told me what a disappointment to him and the family I was, and if I continued down this road then they would have no choice but to separate me from my siblings and friends, so I couldn’t influence them. I ran to my room and locked myself in there and cried. I saw Cooper head home and just knew he believed them, too. They all said I was a liar, that they didn’t believe their own daughter. I was letting them down over and over. I didn’t come out of my room all day, and must have fallen asleep because the next thing I heard was my grandfather’s voice hollering for me. When I went downstairs he had a gun on my parents and told me to go to the car waiting outside.”
I stood up, needing a break, and walked to the door to see the beach. I tried to drink in some of the tranquility down there, and then I turned to look at Colby. His expression couldn’t have shocked me more. It wasn’t pity. Yes, I could see the compassion for what I dealt with, but I could see admiration, like he was proud of me, for what I am not sure. “Just give me a minute, and I will tell you the rest. Then you can ask your questions.” He just nodded at me not breaking our stare. I took another deep breath and looked at the ocean and then went back to the couch and sat back against him again.
“When I got outside, Cooper was waiting by the car. I remember being shocked to see him. When I got to him he grabbed me and hugged me and told me, “I told you that I was going to help you and protect you. I called your grandparents, Brielle. I didn’t know what else to do. You are going to Tennessee to live with them, and my parents said I could come every summer.” I started freaking out because as much as I wanted the safety of my grandparents, I didn’t want to leave my siblings. Cooper knew me like no other though because before I could full on freak out, he told me Addison and the younger ones would come with in the week. They were going to pack up and say goodbye but I was going tonight to keep me safe. Then my granddad walked out of the house and just came over and picked me up. That was the first time in a long time I felt safe, not broken or a disappointment. He told me right then that never again would someone hurt me while he was around to do anything. I left with him that night. I guess the story was that my parents were going to travel a lot with my dad’s political aspirations, and it was too much on the kids so we went and lived with my grandparents. So long story short, Colby, I got the best parents the day my parents decided to be the worst parents. I still wonder what I did to make them hate me. Why just being me wasn’t enough? They always wanted more from me, and in the end I had nothing else to give them. My grandparents worked with me a lot that summer on learning to trust and love. That is when my grandfather started calling me Belle. It was amazing how everything was so seamless. The move, our adjustments, the way all of us just found peace. I have only talked to my parents once since that night, and if I have to speak another word to them before I die it will be too soon.”
“I need you to know, Colby, before you get into a relationship with me, that I never feel like a whole person. I don’t know why. I get it that what happened wasn’t my fault that Brent is a sick bastard, but I don’t un
derstand how my parents chose him over me? Why wasn’t I enough for their unconditional love? You know he still works for them. I know my siblings love me, but they don’t need me like I need them. They are my strength and my reason for everything I do. I couldn’t even last two years at college away from them. I know people think I am so strong and mean, but I am the weakest person I know, Colby. I don’t want to bring you down.”
Before I can turn around and face him, he has jumped up from behind me to his knees and he grabs my face in his hands. “Don’t you dare say anything else about yourself before you hear me out. The woman I see before me is the most beautiful and pure soul that I have ever met. While there may be cracks in your heart, you are not broken or weak. Your parents are, yes, but not you. What you went through and have endured makes me admire your strength and passion for life. You are enough. It is your parents that aren’t enough. They are not enough to deserve your love or you second-guessing yourself over their failures.” He picks me up and places me on his lap. “I have some questions, but first I want to hold you for a little while.” I just nod because that sounds perfect to me. I think from the emotional roller coaster I just took us on with my confessions and love making we were both on emotional overload. He just held me and occasionally would stroke my hair or place a kiss on head, almost like reassuring us both that this was real. I can’t believe after everything I told him he was still sitting here holding me, and I couldn’t believe that I felt so whole in his arms. I silently send a “thank you” up to my grandparents for bringing Colby into my life.
I don’t know how much time has passed but he asks me, “Are you ready for me to ask you some questions now?” I knew this was coming, and as much as I don’t want him having doubts, I don’t want to answer his questions. “Ask away, sir.”
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