At this, Parker raises me up, both legs wrapping around his hips, and he moves his head down to my breasts, sucking on my nipples and grazing his teeth against my sensitive flesh. My head rolls back in a moan with the sound of the shower falling over us and the splashes of water running down our heated bodies.
Parker’s lips catch mine as he positions himself to thrusts inside me. I cry out against his mouth, taking him in at once. My sex pulses, having missed having him inside me this past week. He moves in and out of me, picking up his pace and then slowing down to tease me. I kiss him with wild desire, clenching my walls around him and urging him to move faster.
Heat builds inside me despite the cooling water falling on us and I scream out his name, beginning to tremble around him and I’m grateful for Parker’s arms holding me up. His cock hits all my sensitive spots, and the friction of our bodies rubs against my clit, building the anticipation.
With a final thrust, I fall apart around Parker. My orgasm washes over me, pushing me to spiral out of control, his measured thrusts prolonging it, and I’m sweating between our bodies moving and the humidity from the shower. My legs tighten around Parker as I squeeze his length rolling out the waves of my orgasm.
I feel Parker’s dick thicken inside me and he comes in me with a hard thrust, releasing himself. His groan vibrates around the enclosed glass and I dig my nails in his back in response. I clench my walls, eager to please him as much as he has pleased me. I catch my breath when Parker stills inside me, both of our hearts beating frantically and drop my head onto his shoulder.
Chuckling, Parker kisses my neck and says, “Told you I was going to have my way with you.”
“You weren’t kidding. Holy hell.” He eases out of me and places my feet on the shower floor. We take turns rubbing the other down with soap, teasing glances exchanged, and Parker washes my hair, massaging my head and then my shoulders. When we’re done, Parker wraps me in a towel and kisses me.
“I love you, Savannah.”
“I love you, too.” We get dried and ready for bed. I’m looking forward to tomorrow and hopefully signing a lease on the apartment.
I look around my apartment and everything looks perfect. It has been easy to settle in and get a routine going even though I’m not working yet. I drove back to Tuscaloosa after I signed the lease for a few days to check on the bakery and I was pleased to see everything was running smoothly. Parker joined me and helped me pack up my furniture to bring back to Atlanta. We spent some time at Southern with Jake as well.
On Saturday we went to Athens to spend the day with Parker’s family and I was happy to see them all. Britney’s belly is growing and she has that gorgeous pregnancy glow. She was bummed she’s having a boy, but I could see the love she already feels for her child despite the feigned disappointment.
We’ve had a couple of busy weeks, but Parker is driving down to Florida in two days. I have planned a dinner tonight so that we can spend some one on one time together in the intimacy of my apartment.
It still surprises me that I have been in Atlanta for five weeks already. It has definitely been fun having Emily nearby again and spending time with her. I missed having my best friend around and now that we’re living in the same city, I realize just how much I have missed her.
I check the food in the oven and serve myself a glass of wine. The roast fills the kitchen with its scent, competing against the vanilla smell of the candles I have lit around the living room. I sit at the kitchen bar with my glass and think about the time I have spent here. Despite being a bigger city, Atlanta has been welcoming. Emily and I checked out a few locations for a possible bakery, but none were just right for what I want.
A knock on my door makes me smile and I open to find a very handsome Parker smiling back at me. His fitted t-shirt hugs his body and his leather jacket adds to that edge I love in him, but he’s mostly the amazing man I fell in love with.
“Hey,” I greet him with a kiss.
“Hi, babe.” I warm at his use of the nickname, and although millions of other people use it, hearing it roll off his tongue gets to me.
We enjoy some wine while the food finishes and then settle at the dining table. “Are you excited about spring training?”
“I am, but it’s going to be hard not seeing you every day. We’ve kinda entered a nice routine here.”
“I know. Six weeks will pass by quickly. You’ll call me?”
“Every chance I get.”
We spend the rest of the evening cuddled on the sofa, eating dessert and drinking more wine. I’m going to miss these moments where it is just Parker and I alone in our little bubble, but spring training is part of his job and it will only be six weeks. I better start getting used to the idea of him traveling if this is going to work between us, and I’ll be damned if it doesn’t.
I yawn and stretch on the couch, scooting closer to Parker and drape my legs over his. His arm tightens around my body, holding me to him, and he kisses the top of my head. The noise coming from the TV fades into the background as my eyes grow heavy with sleep.
I shift in bed, blinking my eyes slowly to adjust to the darkness in my room. Parker’s body is aligned to mine, my back pressed firmly to his front. I turn to face him, his features hidden due to the lack of light. Blindly, I reach for his cheek, brushing my thumb softly over his skin, and move my hand down his body as I feel the indentations of his muscles beneath my fingers. I lean closer to kiss him, brushing my lips against his and passing my tongue along the outline of his lips.
I’m turned on by this slow seduction, the opportunity to take my time admiring him and the thought of waking him up with my lips. Kissing down to his neck, I suck his skin gently at first, licking lazily. My nipples harden underneath my thin tank top and my wetness begins to spread, threatening to dampen my shorts.
My mouth continues to kiss Parker’s neck, moving from one side to another, and I move my slim body over his hard frame so I can get better access. Parker’s arm is still wrapped around me, and I feel him beginning to stir beneath me, his erection growing between us, just the thin fabrics separating us. I’m going to miss him when he leaves tomorrow and I want nothing more than to make up for it before he leaves.
Suddenly more aware of my body and his, I kiss him hungrily, not caring that he’s deep in peaceful sleep. His arms tighten around my waist and he groans. His breathing is no longer calm and slow and I know he’s awake. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, imitating the movements I want our bodies to be doing, and allow myself to get carried away with the kiss.
“Mmm…” Parker moans lightly and I take the chance to suck on his tongue, devouring him completely, my body moving against his of its own volition. I catch his bottom lip between my teeth before looking up at him through hooded eyes and smiling mischievously.
“Hi,” I breathe on an exhale.
“Hey.” He kisses me, his eyes displaying the same wanton desire I feel. He flips me over, my back dropping on the bed heavily, and he crushes my body with his, his kiss fervent and impassioned. Matching him, I return the kiss, my mouth giving him all he needs, my hand roaming down between our bodies until it finds what it’s looking for. I reach inside his boxer briefs, wrapping my hand against his cock, stroking him softly at first, enjoying the feel of him hardening because of me.
“Savannah…” His lips circle my nipple, sucking and flicking it with his tongue, making my sex clench with want for him. He does the same to my other breast, my tank top wet from his mouth, the coolness adding to my desire.
I move my hand faster around him, pumping him and squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. His hands urge my shorts down my legs, leaving me bare to him. His fingers swipe across my core, spreading my lips and teasing my clit with my natural lubricant. He does it again, this time adding more pressure to my clit before he circles it deliciously.
“Parker…Oh, god!” I writhe beneath him and push my hips up to feel more of him, adding pressure to the hand stroking his dick. �
�I want you…in me,” I pant.
“Right here?” He thrusts a finger inside of me and I yell out his name.
“Yes! There…but with your cock.”
“This is the best wake up call,” he says before devouring my mouth with his. I begin to stroke him faster, matching the movements of his fingers in and around me, desperate to chase my release and have him find it with me.
He abruptly stops, reaching for my hand to stop me as well. “Baby, if you keep that up, I won’t be coming inside you.” Hot for him, I yank down his boxer briefs and show him what I want. I align him at my opening, squeezing my walls so the tip of him feels what I want.
Parker thrusts in me, taking me by surprise despite having him right there, and I arch my body to meet his, thrust after thrust lighting me on fire. We hungrily move with each other, pleasing our partner and ourselves.
Knowing he’ll be gone for six weeks and we won’t have this intimacy during that time urges me to satisfy him even more, to show him how much I love him, and also wanting him to feel how much he affects me.
My body begins to tremble, my arms clenching on him as the walls of my core tighten around his length, squeezing him and urging him to find the same pleasure I am feeling. Parker grunts against my ear and he pushes faster and harder inside me. My moans grow louder, my body quivers uncontrollably, and the waves of my climax crash down on me. Not two seconds later, Parker’s cock swells inside me and releases its own orgasm into me.
Breathless and sweaty, we fall back asleep in each other’s arms.
“I’ll call you when I get there, or when I stop for a bit.” Parker leans down to kiss me sweetly, dissipating all my doubts. I know it is ridiculous to stress over this, but I can’t help wondering what will happen in those six weeks. Those are my insecurities trying to take over and I push them away, telling them to fuck off. Parker and I are solid and this won’t change what we have.
“Good.” I smile up at him. “Love you.”
“Love you, too. Send me pictures of locations you see with Emily for the bakery. Sorry I won’t be here to help with that.”
“I’ll send you pictures. Hopefully by the time you get back, I’ll have found a place.” Even if I could open before he came back, I would wait for him to return. I want him there when I open my second bakery, to me help celebrate my accomplishment.
“You will.” He kisses me one more time. “Gotta go if I want to beat the traffic.” His thumb caresses my cheek and traces my lips. I kiss his fingertip and motion for him to get in his truck. It’s not like he’s leaving forever, or like when he left moving to Georgia and I stayed in Tuscaloosa, but I know that memory is lingering over both of us, the uncertainty of our relationship. This time it’s different.
I watch Parker drive away and walk back into my apartment. It’s still early so I lay back down in bed, willing sleep to take over. Parker said the drive to Florida would be about six hours. He should be arriving by lunchtime. The pitching coaches and pitchers always begin spring training a couple days earlier than the rest of the team to get extra practice in, so I know he’ll be focused from the very beginning on training his players to be the best.
Tossing and turning in my bed, I forgo sleep and get up to make coffee. Ever since I moved here, my body has shifted and I wake up later than my normal 4:30 a.m. wakeup call. Feeling out of my routine, I am determined to find a bakery that I love and begin working again. Now that Parker will be gone for a few weeks, I may take time to head back to Tuscaloosa for longer than a couple of days. I can check up on the bakery and get back into what I love. It has been weird for me to not wake up each morning and go into Sweet Delights, and as much as I love spending time with Parker, I miss that part of my life as well.
I check the time on my phone and see a text message from Emily. She asked about meeting for lunch today and I type back a quick response telling her I’m free. I spend my morning organizing my apartment and cleaning, anything to make the time pass by faster. The shower soothes me once I’m done cleaning and I get ready for lunch. Emily sent me the name of a café near her office and I put it into my GPS to make sure I get there on time and don’t have to roam the city looking for it. Although I have been in Atlanta for a few weeks already, Parker usually drives and I ride as a passenger. I haven’t quite mastered the directions around here. Besides, there are a shitload of Peachtree Streets and I get confused about which one is the one I need to take and when I need to turn.
After a few rounds, I finally find street parking, and pull into the spot, maneuvering between two trucks, to fit perfectly in between them. I get out of my car and make my way to the café, pulling my jacket tighter around me. It has been in the 30s this week and the crisp air burns.
“Hey, Sav!” I see Emily waving at me and I smile at my best friend. This feels like the days when we were younger and would meet for lunch between classes.
“Hey, Em!” I hug her and we walk into the café.
Fresh Café has that modern industrial feel to it. It is a mixture of metals with wood and brick walls, yet there is a sleekness to the place that doesn’t quite make you feel that it is vintage. We have a seat at a square wooden table, a pendant lamp overhead offering light, and we look through the menu.
“At what time did Parker leave?”
“He left about 6:30 this morning. They have a meeting in the afternoon and he wanted to make sure to get there with enough time.”
“That’s cool. I’m sure spring training is intense. Can you imagine all those hot players down in Florida? Hmmm…maybe we should pay Parker a visit.”
I laugh at Emily’s comment. “What about Wes?”
“Yeah, he can come too. Maybe I can have him dress up as a baseball player. Those tight pants would look good on him.” I shake with laughter.
“Em! Please, I don’t need images of your boyfriend in my mind.” I take a deep breath. I love my best friend. “Although, baseball players do have nice asses.”
“Amen, sister.”
We order our food and slide into easy conversation. I ask her about work and how things are with Wes. I confess that I miss the bakery and waking up each morning to bake and prepare goods for customers.
“You’ll find the perfect place here to open and expand your dream. Are we still going this weekend to check out the new locations we found?”
“Yes. Please. I need to find the perfect spot.”
“Awesome! Are you opposed to having a bakery outside of Atlanta? That thought has been taking over my mind. There are some smaller cities nearby that would also benefit from a bakery. They are busy enough to pull in a crowd, but you won’t have the congestion of Atlanta and other competition. It would be like having it in Tuscaloosa.”
“That would be cool. How far out are they?” I ask between bites of my salad.
“You’d have to commute a bit more than you’re used to, but the times you go into the bakery are so early that you won’t hit any traffic. Roswell might be a great place to check out.”
“With the aliens?” I joke.
“No, loser,” Emily laughs. “That’s the wrong Roswell. It’s between Atlanta and Alpharetta. You went to Alpharetta with Parker, right?”
“Yeah, I did. Loved it. That wasn’t too bad of a drive.”
“Exactly, Roswell is a little closer but pretty much the same commute. We can look for a few places there and add it to the list. We can still check out the ones we have here in Atlanta and maybe move towards the outskirts of Atlanta, too.”
I smile at Emily’s precise planning and observations. She knows the area well, so I’m grateful for her input, but I mostly love it when she gets all business like. We finish lunch and I say bye to Emily so she can head back to work. I’m excited about looking at new places, and instead of going home to my empty apartment and waiting for Parker to call, I decide to drive out to Roswell and check out the area before I invest time looking for a bakery there.
The drive isn’t bad and I love the nature that surrounds this
city. Roswell is adorable from the little I have seen driving in my car. I find the downtown area and park on the street, wandering around the area. Small shops and restaurants align the street, giving it a cozy feeling. The downtown area kind of reminds me of the Gilmore Girls, except in the South.
I continue to roam the city, as I take in the surroundings and the feel of the city. It seems to have a lot of history as well, but I could be wrong. It’s just the feeling I get being here. The more I see, the more I think Em is onto something.
After a little while of walking around, I get back in my car and drive out of downtown. I saw some signs for parks and want to check out the natural areas in Roswell. I drive over to where the Chattahoochee River runs and follow the sign for the Chattahoochee Nature Center. I park in the lot and walk into the Nature Store to get my daily pass.
“May I help you?” An older gentleman greets me.
“Hi. I wanted to walk around the trails.”
“Absolutely.” He pulls out a map from the stand and begins describing the different paths. He shows the boardwalk trail that leads into the river, the trails that show the different animals, and he explains how all the animals they house are injured, physically or mentally, and cannot live in the wild.
After a detailed explanation of the area, I pay the fee and begin to cross the street towards the boardwalk trail. I walk along the riverbank, taking some time to sort my thoughts and be one with nature. There is nothing better than this. The flow of the river next to me eases my mind and brings a peace I have only know when I am in my kitchen baking, or walking outdoors. It is a peace that lately Parker has also brought to me.
I smile thinking about him now and check my phone in case I missed his call. I was so wrapped up in this, I hadn’t noticed time pass by. He should have made it to Florida by now. I notice he hasn’t called and frown. Not wanting to bother him if he is with the players, I write a quick text to send to him. I just want to make sure he made it okay.
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