Sweet on Wilde

by Fabiola Francisco

  Everyone loved the pumpkin pie and Britney made me promise I’d make it for her again some other time. I almost feel at home here. And like Parker, I can see a future with him. It warms me that this would be a part of my future with him and I crave it now even more.

  Once up in his room, Parker stalks towards me, his lips meeting mine in a sensually slow, deep kiss. His tongue parts my lips, intruding into my mouth and brushing along mine.

  “Mmm…” I moan into his mouth, opening mine wider in the process, to taste all of him. “So you had your eye on me before we met?”

  “Of course I did. I kept watching you walk in to meet different guys. I was curious, but mostly jealous and wondering what I had to do to get your attention. Jake made fun of me one day when he caught me staring.”

  “That would be Jake. You know, he tried to tell me about you but I didn’t listen. You seemed like such an ass making fun of me, and I thought he’d lost his mind.”

  “Nope, he was right on it,” Parker kisses me. “Tomorrow you’re all mine.”

  “I wouldn’t want to be anyone else’s,” I reassure him.

  “Good. I want to take you to Lawrenceville where I used to play and show you around the area. We’ll pack some sandwiches and spend the day out there.”

  “That sounds perfect.”

  “You’re perfect. Have I told you lately?”

  “Yeah, but you can say it again.” I kiss him, missing the feel of his lips on mine, and roam my hands down his body. Getting lost in each other, time passes blindly, and sleep evades us.

  “This is so cool!” I look around, twirling in the process to take in every detail. “Like really, really cool!”

  Parker looks different here, too. He has an air of confidence and nostalgia combined. “It is. I love this field.” We’re up in the stands, watching the field below us. The green grass contrasts with the red clay, which symbolizes Parker’s life and passion. It is a perfectly manicured field, ready for the action that would take place once the players prepare for their games. The season is a few months away so it amazes me at the perfection of the field this time of year.

  “Wilde!” Someone calls from behind us. We turn and Parker smiles widely.

  “Grant!” Parker walks towards the man who just joined us and pats his back. “This is Savannah, my girlfriend. Grant and I played together here.”

  “It’s nice to meet you,” Grant shakes my hand.

  “Nice to meet you, too.”

  Parker and Grant talk for a few minutes, catching up on each other’s lives. Parker tells him about the team in Alabama and Grant goes into detail about the Braves’ and their upcoming season. I’m half listening, but mostly looking all around the field.

  “The money’s great.”

  “No shit,” Parker scoffs. “Wouldn’t expect anything less.”

  “Yeah, man, it’s nothing like the Minors.” They chuckle.

  “The Minors is a small price to pay for big success,” Parker says, wistfully.

  “Definitely. The team needs a pitching coach. You interested?” That caught my attention.

  Listening carefully to Parker’s response but trying not to tense my body to prevent from giving away my anxiety, he says, “No. I’m happy in Alabama. You know that school is one of the top in sports and the team is really coming along. I’m enjoying it.”

  “Okay. You know the offer is there if you change your mind.”

  “Thanks, but I doubt it.” Parker drapes his arm around my shoulder and looks down at me with a wide smile.

  I smile in return, but I can’t help but wonder if he’s giving up a dream because of me.

  “Well, I gotta head back to Atlanta. Wanted to see if you really were in town or not. It was nice to meet you.”

  I smile and wave.

  “Alright, man. I’ll be in Atlanta tomorrow. Let the guys know, I’d love to see everyone. Savannah and I will probably be going out somewhere downtown. Most likely Underground Atlanta.”

  “Cool. Give me a call.” Grant leaves and I look at Parker.

  “Parker, if–” His lips shut me up, and I let them distract me for a little while. His tongue massages mine, heat spiking my body.

  “Savannah, I love you.” Simple words. Three words. But those three little words that we learn from a young age can change meaning when the person you want to spend your life with is saying them to you. My expression softens, and I silently cup his cheek. I look into his eyes, Parker is exposed to me, his emotions raw for me to take or leave.

  I lean in and kiss his cool lips, the breeze wrapping us up in a cocoon and I smile. A simple smile, as simple and honest as those words he just spoke. The same feelings reflected back at him. “I love you, too.”

  Still cupping his cheek, I kiss him with ferocious passion. Parker lifts me up, hands on my butt, his returning kiss fervent and his desire palpable, but mostly it’s his love that is consuming me. I felt it the other morning when he was caressing me, and the way he looked down at me after playing catch outside his parents’ house.

  We break apart, breathing heavily and my body is tingling from the spark he ignited within me. “Parker, if your dream is to work for the Majors, maybe you should pursue that coaching position.”

  “I’m not interested. Don’t ruin this moment. There’s no turning back for me. There’s no climbing out of this for me. I don’t want to. I’ve fallen for you and I don’t regret one second of it. I am completely and totally in love with you. And this that I feel for you isn’t temporary love. This is permanent, more permanent than any scar or injury. More permanent than any goodbye. This isn’t about running bases or home runs; this is about you and me, forever.”

  “But–”

  “No. Life isn’t all about a job.” He cocks an eyebrow. “I learned a long time ago that there’s more to life than a career. At any given moment that part of your life can end, and then what are you left with? I was left with nothing, but I reevaluated my life and realized what is truly important–my family and now you.”

  “Okay,” I whisper, wanting to feel him near me again, and kiss him deeply. I know I put too much of myself in my job, but Parker has taught me to enjoy other things in life. To take time for myself and to enjoy life outside of the bakery.

  We leave the stadium and Parker drives us to a nearby park with an open lake. We sit on the deck, eating our sandwiches and enjoying the view. After we finish eating, I lean my back on Parker’s chest and rest my head on his shoulder. “This trip has been amazing.”

  “I thank you for that.” He kisses my temple.

  “Hmmm…” I close my eyes with his arms wrapped around me. The sun is streaming down on us, the soft ripples of the lake sounding around us, and peace fills us.

  “Did you mean what you said, or did you just say it because you felt bad for me?” Parker’s whisper brings chills down my neck.

  “I felt bad for you.”

  “Not funny,” he scolds.

  “Then why do you ask?” My eyes remain close, absorbing my surrounding with my other senses.

  “Because you paused for a long time before you said it.”

  “It wasn’t that long. Dramatic effect…make you sweat a little,” I add at the end.

  “You’re terrible.”

  “I know. Did you mean what you said?”

  “Yes, I love you. Yes, I’m in this for the long haul.”

  “Not that.” I open my eyes and turn to face him, straddling his lap. “Are you really not interested in coaching in Atlanta? That’s a huge opportunity, Parker.”

  “I meant what I said, baby. I love coaching at the university. The players put their heart into the game. They work hard. The professionals only care about the money and the fame. I like the life I’ve begun in Alabama, and I’m not going to throw away what we have for a job.”

  “It isn’t just a job. It’s coaching the Majors. This is an amazing opportunity for you to follow your dream. I just don’t want to be the reason you’re holding back. You�
��ll be closer to your family. I’ve seen how close you all are.”

  “I promise. I’m not just staying for you. Happy? I love my job there, too. It’s a bonus I get your hot ass every night.”

  “Sexy.”

  “What can I say? You bring out my sexy side,” he jokes and I laugh into his neck. “Honestly, the move to Alabama has been good for me in all areas of my life, and there’s no way I’m leaving you. This is permanent.”

  I kiss his neck softly, inhaling his scent. Parker groans in my ear and I tease him further. I drag my tongue from the base of his throat up to his ear, taking it between my teeth before whispering, “I love you.” I say it to tell him how I really feel, and so he can hear it separate from a response to him.

  He turns his head to catch my lips, devouring me in a heart-stopping kiss. He takes control, cradling my head. Passion catches fire like a match being struck against a matchbox and the sparks that ignite right before the flame burns is our arousal awakening.

  “Parker.” I clutch onto his shirt.

  “Mmm…” his response is muffled by our lips moving together. I close my eyes and move with him, letting him intoxicate me with his love and lust. Drunk on us, I shift to straddle him better. My urgent fingers thread through the ends of his hair, twisting as I get lost deeper in this kiss.

  “Baby,” Parker gasps for air. His eyes are wild with desire, the blue swallowed up by the black of his pupils.

  “Yes?” I ask innocently.

  “God…I want you.”

  “You have me.”

  “Let’s head back home. I want to take you out tonight.”

  “Oh, I’m a lucky girl. Where are you going to take me?”

  “Just show you off around town,” he winks.

  We make it back to the house in time to shower and grab a quick bite to eat before heading out. Parker’s sister went shopping and by the looks of Will, it was intense. He’s slouched on the couch with a drink in his hand, the ice watering it down. If I hadn’t heard him greet us, I would have thought he had fallen asleep like that.

  “Where are you guys going?” Chris asks us when he walks into the kitchen.

  “Harley’s Pub. Wanna come?”

  “Sure. You heading out now?”

  “In a few, yeah.”

  “Okay. I’ll meet you there.”

  Twenty minutes later, Parker and I are walking into Harley’s Pub, a traditional looking bar with wood furnishings and booths throughout the space and high top tables near the bar. Music is blasting from the speakers, a combination of alternative rock and country rock. The blend works well together and the patrons are moving to the beat as they sip on their drinks and hold conversations.

  We sit at one of the high tops and order our drinks. A few of Parker’s friends are meeting up with us and I’m intrigued to see yet another side of Parker. Halfway through my beer, a small group of people approach our table.

  “Parker!” He turns and waves his hand.

  “Hey! So glad you guys made it.” Parker says hi to the people now standing by our table, three guys and one woman. “This is my girlfriend, Savannah.” He introduces us and I say hi to all of them.

  We spend hours talking and getting to know each other. Parker’s friends are excited he’s in town and they all seem to have a great friendship. They remind me of my friends back home, laid back and fun.

  Chris joins us a while later and sits with us. He fits in with Parker’s friends and I realize they all run in the same circle. I’m slightly nervous and wonder if they were friends with Parker’s ex, but doubt it after hearing how his family felt about her.

  People keep buying rounds of beer and before I know it I’m on my seventh beer and starting to feel very tipsy. Parker eyes me and I smile wickedly. He laughs when I wink at him and shakes his head. He knows the thoughts crossing my mind and none can be acted on here in public. Drinking makes me horny. Doesn’t that happen to everyone?

  By the end of the night I’m impatient. My lips attack his neck as soon as he closes his car door. “Frisky.”

  “It’s all your fault. Serving me more drinks and eyeing me the way you were.”

  “What can I say? Too much temptation.”

  “That’s not a Charming thing to do, Wilde.”

  “So punish me,” he challenges.

  “I may just need to.” I nip his jaw with my teeth and he growls. He makes it back to the house in record time, ready to devour me.

  Quietly rushing up the stairs, his hands are possessive on my body and I stifle my giggle to not wake anyone. I look over my shoulder and Parker’s eyes are gleaming. He’s obviously enjoying this chase.

  I turn quickly when we reach his door and face him, stopping him in his tracks. My back against the door, his arms trap me. “Gotcha,” he smiles.

  “I’m pretty sure I let you catch me.”

  “I’ll always let you catch me.”

  I inch forward to his lips but he pulls back, his eyes intense on mine. Then his lips crush against mine, his hands framing my face, and his body is flush against mine. I feel every hard part of him. The door opens behind me and I fall into the room. Parker’s hands catch me, and he chuckles.

  “Not nice,” I pout. Parker takes my lower lip between his teeth and sucks on it before running his tongue over it.

  “Better?”

  “Almost.” I pull him in by his neck, our lips colliding fiercely. Parker’s hands travel up my shirt, stroking my skin until he reaches the edge of my bra. His fingers tease the skin right under my cups, my nipples puckering at that contact. Geez, I have no self-control. His hands finally reach inside my bra, gliding over my erect nipples.

  “Already puckered for me.”

  “Yes,” I breathe against his lips. “Now stop teasing me and make love to me.”

  “Your wish is my command.” His hands swiftly remove my shirt and bra, letting them puddle on the ground next to us. His hands knead my breasts, pinching my nipples between his fingers.

  I throw my head back in pleasure, his lips traveling down my neck to my collarbone, planting kisses all over me until his tongue drags over my nipple. I shiver at the contact and moan. His lips kiss their way to my other breast, teasing my nipple there, too. Parker’s teeth drag along my sensitive skin, electrical energy shocking through me, and my senses run haywire. His lips wrap around my nipple, sucking as his tongue flicks over my peak.

  “God…Parker…” my pleas pushing him further. His hand trails down my stomach into my jeans. Constricted between the material and my skin, his fingers sneak their way in and lightly brush over my clit. My legs buck and his other hand holds me at the waist. Losing all sense of who I am or where I am, I let him take me and please me as only he can.

  The constraint of my jeans only lets him flick my clit sporadically, adding to my arousal, his tongue sensually pleasing my upper body. When I can’t take it anymore, I undo my jeans and begin to remove them. Parker’s hands stop me and he finishes the job. I work on removing his shirt, needing to feel his skin on mine. We’re slowly inching backwards until I feel the bed hit the back of my knees.

  “Take me.” I drop back in the bed, Parker following me, our bodies molding together, our lips returning home to each other. I feel every inch of his skin that is exposed until I reach his jeans unbuttoning them and slowly lowering the zipper. I reach my hand into the waist and stroke his cock through his boxer briefs. Feeling him harden beneath my hand, I yank his jeans and boxers down letting him spring free. I wrap my hand around his warmth and stroke him lovingly and devilishly. I bite his lower lip as he growls and pull him to me.

  “I’m all yours, babe. Devour me.”

  “I need to have you now. Fuck foreplay.” My jeans are ripped from my body with such ferocity that I’m surprised they don’t rip. Parker rolls the condom over his dick hastily and sits me up. “I want you over me. Take control.”

  I kiss him and straddle him, guiding his erection into my core, pulsating in anticipation. I sit on him, his
length filling me perfectly and begin to move over him. We find our rhythm, his cock hitting all my nerve endings the deeper he gets and my pussy clenches around him. Like this, I sink into him, feeling all of him inside me, pleasing me and driving me wild.

  Parker’s hands settle on my hips, moving me with him when I begin to tremble. With his hard length moving inside of me and his lips on my hot flesh, I begin to race after my orgasm. Parker quiets my moans with his mouth, making sure no one hears out erotic affair.

  Fire overtakes my body, passion and pleasure rolled into one, and my pussy pulses with the waves of my orgasm, squeezing Parker and pleading him to come with me. After a few more thrusts, Parker releases himself in me, my orgasm still drowning me and intensifying the fire instead of putting it out. Feeling Parker lose himself has kept me going, wanting to finish with him.

  Both exhausted from our escapade, we lie in bed and allow our breaths to slow. I focus on Parker’s breath soothing me and close my eyes. “I’m sweet on you, Wilde.”

  “Ditto, darlin’.” His response makes me smile.

  “I am so happy you came over for the holiday!” Nancy hugs me for the fifth time.

  “I am, too. Thank you so much for having me. It was so great meeting you all.”

  “It was great meeting you, too. Take care of my brother.” Britney hugs me tightly. We’ve only been here a few days and it feels like these people are already a part of me. Parker has been ready to go for some time, and ironically, I’m the one having a hard time saying goodbye.

  “Call us when you get to Atlanta,” Nancy instructs. Parker waves her off and gets in his truck. I know that’s my cue to get in or he’s driving off without me, not that he would really leave me. I say bye to the rest of his family and settle in Parker’s truck. He holds my hand and drives out of the long driveway .

  “You are one of a kind,” Parker compliments me.

  “I’m your one of a kind,” I wink at him and rest my head on his shoulder. I gave up sitting on the other side of the bench a long time ago.

  We’re standing on the outside of Emily’s apartment after ringing the doorbell. I hear her yell out, “Coming!” and smile at the look of surprise that will wash over her face when she sees us.