ANGIE STRETCHED HER LEGS OUT straight and tapped her boots together. What was taking so long? She was getting restless and antsy waiting for Parker to come back.
Wondering what in the world he was doing, she concluded he was most likely getting Alex’s permission to sweep her away for an overnight in Sedona. He’d suggested it before, after all. The thought made her giddy. Damn. And hot, too! She’d gladly walk to Sedona for a chance to finally be with Parker.
Okay. So now restless was moving the needle to bored. She never really was very good at waiting . . . or behaving. Especially not when Alex and Parker were nearby. Some habits never died.
Peeling off the flannel shirt, she tied the arms about her waist and fluffed her hair. Tapping her boots a few more times, she impatiently looked around.
Honestly. If he didn’t come back soon, she was going after him.
Just like that he was at the top of the stairs, moving in her direction, an odd look on his face. Uh-oh. If Alex had been a dick, she was definitely ready to cause a scene.
Jumping up, she turned toward him and waited.
When he hit the last few stairs and was right in front of her, he surprised the holy crap out of her by scooping her up in his strong, capable arms. Instinctively putting an arm around his shoulders, she searched his face while he said absolutely nothing—just started walking toward the back of the house.
Through the kitchen they went, and then out to the patio courtyard, straight to her special spot . . . the alcove with the wooden swing. Lowering her gently, she sat on the swing, her booted feet dangling down. Her legs started to tremble from the fierce look on his face so she pressed her knees together hoping to stop the quivering.
And then, like a scene from a movie, her handsome rock ‘n’ roll prince slowly sank onto a knee and reached for one of her hands. She was shaking so hard it was a wonder he could hold on.
Above them, a million stars twinkled in the inky blue sky and the air they breathed was infused with the sweet smells of the desert at night. A more perfect moment there would never be. One little tear escaped the outside corner of her eye and rolled over her cheek.
“The first time I saw you, a bundle of sweet-smelling pink and white, my fate was sealed.”
“Oh, Parker,” she sniffled.
“My heart has been yours ever since, Angelina Marquez. I will, simply put, never love anyone but you.”
Angie took a big breath to calm her wildly beating heart. She wanted to take all this in and remember it forever. The stars. The twinkle lights. His expressive eyes. The sound of his voice. How her small hand trembled in the grasp of his bigger one.
“Now, I didn’t expect to be doing this tonight or I would have come prepared with some bling,” he told her before pressing a soft kiss on her naked ring finger. “So, in a way—you get to hold me up for whatever your little heart desires because I didn’t have my shit together.”
She giggle snorted with delight. Smart man.
“But the lack of jewelry doesn’t change the magnitude of this moment. Angel baby,” he said in a voice that sounded heavy with emotion, “will you marry me?”
Parker Sullivan just asked her to marry him.
No. Seriously. Parker Sullivan, Esquire . . . was down on one knee, asking her to be his wife.
This was beyond her wildest dreams.
“Angie?”
What? Oh. Right. He’d asked her a question. Will she marry him. She heard Sheryl Crow singing in her head. He was definitely strong enough to be her man.
She wanted to be looking in his eyes when she gave her answer. Gazes locked, Angie smiled. “I’ve loved you forever, Parker. Even when I didn’t want to, I loved you. Being your wife is just something I never dared to dream of so hearing you ask . . .” Overcome with emotion she nodded. “Yes. I will marry you.”
If she had anything else to say, it didn’t matter because he grabbed her so fast and pulled her down to her knees she squeaked with surprise. And then he kissed her.
They didn’t separate until being on their knees on a tile patio got to be a bit much. As he helped her up, she gasped when he tweaked a puckered nipple plainly evident beneath the thin white t-shirt and chuckled into her shocked face with a wicked leer.
“Just so we’re clear about what’s happening next, I have the master of the house’s permission to defile you within the walls of your family home.”
“Oh, well that’s nice!” she mocked.
“I totally agree,” he told her with perfect solemnity.
Giggling, she drawled, “I may have to rethink this. No ring and now a defilement. Hmmm. I just don’t know.”
She squealed with delight when he rolled a shoulder and deftly hoisted her, soundly smacking her butt in the process. She couldn’t help but hoot with laughter as he carried her, caveman style, back through the house and up the wide staircase, turning left toward the old family wing where her little suite was . . . far from the master suite which anchored a whole other section of the house.
As he marched along, she found that she had a rather interesting view of his fine backside from her vantage point slung over his shoulder. Dayum, son! That was one mighty awesome ass. One she couldn’t pass up fondling.
Sliding the steadying hands anchored on his back into his pockets, she filled her hands with his rock hard buns. This sure was fun!
In her room, he kicked the door shut and strode quickly to the antique four poster bed. She’d barely enough time to pull her hands from his pockets before he tossed her. One second, she was dangling over his shoulder, and the next, she was sailing through the air. When she thudded onto the mattress, he instantly gripped her beneath the knees and pulled her to the edge of the bed.
The playfulness vanished, replaced by a need so great it was hard to contain. His eyes were flashing and the ruddy glow of desire made the angles on his face sharper.
He slowly removed one of her boots. She barely registered the sound as it fell to the floor. Holding her foot and leg in his hands, he rubbed the sole of her foot then ran his hands up either side of her calf. He bent and kissed her knee then slid his hands up her thighs to the frayed hem of her barely-there shorts.
Angie had to remind herself to breath as she watched his every move. Not only were her nipples taut and throbbing with want, she was boldly aware of the wet heat rushing into her sex.
The other boot came off next, and this time, he held her leg aloft and licked the sensitive skin on the back of her knee. She whimpered as desperation took hold.
Had he heard the urgency in her cry? He must have. Stopping to stare at her, she saw his inner struggle. Last night it had been her with the need that simply had to be answered. Tonight, it was him. The thought was thrilling and made her pussy tighten.
He ripped the shirt from around her waist then tore open the button on her shorts and tugged at the zipper. Within seconds, she was naked from the waist down. Some instinct made her writhe on the bed, a full-body undulation that ended with Angie spreading her legs. The invitation could not have been clearer.
His low, husky growling never let up. It was sexy as fuck and so animalistic that she began panting, overcome with building arousal. The sweet, sultry scent of her desire hit them at the same time. He groaned and shut his eyes, breathing deeply. She let her knees fall open further.
When his eyes opened, he looked straight at her. “I should slow down. Take you sweetly and tenderly so you’ll know once and for all what it means when I say that I love you.”
Unf. Her pussy pulsed wildly at his use of the word take.
The air around them stilled. He fought for control; she saw it in his clenched fists and grinding jaw as he stared at her exposed and vulnerable flesh. If he was making up his mind, she was going to help him out. Legs spread, feet dug into the bed, she rolled her hips. In sexual sign language, she was begging to be fucked.
His eyes swung to hers. Yeah. He heard her loud and clear.
“But that’s not happening this time. Hold o
n to the I love you part because Angel baby, I’m going to fuck you dirty until your sweet nectar coats my dick and you come while I’m so deep inside you that we’ve become one.”
Oh, my fucking god.
“Then, when you’re totally spent, I will bathe your pussy with my hot seed and no, I don’t give a flying fuck whether you’re on the pill or not.”
He waited for her reaction. This was what she remembered and knew so well. His primal beast. That part of him that demanded she satisfy his enormous desire for her. Only for her.
She bit her lip knowing it was a sign of submission and coyly shielded her exposed mound with both hands. There was no way he was going to pass up the chance to demonstrate his mastery over her. Her trembling was real.
His eyes glued to hers, he tore off his shirt and quickly divested himself of his boots, pants, and briefs. The sight of his erect staff had her melting down in seconds. Seeing his desire for her made Angie shake even more.
There really wasn’t anything between him standing there nude, slowly stroking his cock while devouring her with his eyes, and him pushing her back on the bed as he climbed between her spread thighs.
Moving her hands to the side, he shoved his under her ass and lifted. “I love you, baby girl,” he growled, the head of his demanding cock beginning to part the lips of her dripping wet pussy.
And then he lunged forward with a tremendous grunt. Her back arched at the manly invasion, she groaned wildly as he sank deeper until the whole of him was sheathed in her wet heat.
She couldn’t move. Breathe. See. Hear. The sensation of him deep inside her body overrode everything else. Holding still, Parker waited for her to come back. “Are you ready for me, baby?”
Wrapping him in her legs and arms, Angie ground her pelvis, the movement causing his cock to swell more. She quivered all over. After that, he didn’t hold back at all.
It got wild and furious immediately. He pulled out and slammed home, grunting deeply with each delicious plunge. Because she still wore the thin t-shirt, he simply bit her nipples and sucked on them through the fabric with a fierceness that brought a string of harsh, guttural grunts from deep inside her.
They kissed furiously. The whole thing was wild and raw. Her nails were scoring his back. His hands gripped her hips so hard, she was sure there’d be marks.
There was no way she was going to last much longer. The fluttering of a building orgasm fired off with his each mighty thrust.
“I can feel your pussy getting tighter,” he husked. “Come on, baby. Squeeze my cock with those fierce muscles.”
His wish was her command. She gripped him with all her might, surging upward with each of his downward thrusts, losing herself in the sheer carnality of his possession. Take her, indeed.
“Are you going to come for me, Angel?”
Yes. Yes, she wanted to. Wanted to give him all her pleasure. Whimpering, she urged him on, faster and deeper. He wasn’t kidding about fucking her dirty.
He shifted slightly making the angle of his shaft rub against her inner walls in a way that made her lose all control. On the heels of a deep, keening moan, deep waves of orgasmic bliss burst upon Angie. She cried out and clutched at him.
Parker roared his approval as her pussy convulsed over and over. He never stopped hammering into her.
“Fuck,” he groaned when the wild convulsions deepened instead of easing off. It was like a slow-motion climax that went on and on and on. Wet sticky heat flooded into her pussy, and as he churned his cock inside her, it spread, covering them both with her sweet nectar.
He was biting her neck. The twin sensations of her quivering pussy and his ferocious mauling sent Angie spiraling wildly into oblivion.
Her low, lusty moan split the air when he stopped moving. Deep inside her body, she felt his huge cock throb against the walls of her sex. His hands went back on her ass.
“Gonna come inside you,” he growled. “Look at me, baby,” he demanded. “I want to see your eyes when I fill your pussy.”
Barely conscious, she opened her eyes. He looked so big and powerful on top of her. Angie quivered knowing his cock had her pinned to the bed.
“Ready?” he asked. She nodded; although, with all her muscles straining around his shaft, she could have imagined it.
He gave it all he had . . . and then some. As he thrust, he pulled her ass up and back creating a friction that re-ignited her passion. She knew he felt her response by his surprised grunt.
She heard his roar, but it sounded a hundred miles away. Succumbing to the blinding stimulation, she flew so high and so far, there didn’t seem to be enough oxygen. She came with a fierce rush. Through eyes blinded by lust, she saw his head go back and the veins in his neck pulse in time to his cock releasing inside her.
The last thing she had known before the darkness overtook her was a sense of overwhelming completion. Not just because they’d made fierce, hungry love but because her heart and soul were finally free. Free to love and be loved.
They’d actually made it. Found their way back to each other. She smiled and drifted away.
BREAKFAST THE FOLLOWING MORNING WAS quite a production. With Meghan and Alex smiling at them, Angie perched on Parker’s lap, having declared the spot her favorite place to drop her ass although why she giggled and blushed each time she said it didn’t make sense.
Women, huh? Go figure.
When Carmen made her morning appearance, she took one look at the two grinning couples and launched into throwing together a world-class breakfast. Real buttermilk pancakes—made special for Miss Angie—an embarrassingly large pile of bacon, Meghan’s favorite cheesy eggs, and the best damn country hash browns not made on a campfire. This was going to be a great day.
“Stop wiggling,” he chided his lap passenger quietly. Luckily, Carmen was dithering away and making so much racket, no one heard him but Angie.
She glanced hurriedly to Alex and Meghan before leaning in to nip his earlobe. “Stop giving me something hard to wiggle on.”
His heart tapped out a rhythmic happy dance. The face of the angel smiling at him was glowing and Parker knew a satisfaction that shot into his balls knowing he’d get to gaze into those pretty sapphire eyes until his eyes no longer saw.
“I bet you’re hungry,” she drawled. “Worked up quite a calorie burn earlier, I must say.”
She issued the smug dig with a look of total innocence. Angel, indeed! Her smart-aleky mood scattered his brain so much that he couldn’t access the Star Wars quote he mentally searched for. Something about being so hungry he could . . . something. Whatever. It was gone that quickly. The quote search was replaced in his thoughts with a detailed summary of their overnight activities.
Their first coupling hadn’t exactly been pretty. No long, drawn-out sensual ballet that time. No, they started with a raw, barely controlled explosion of untamed lust that was more a choreographed street fight than a waltz. A good thing too because satisfying that initial intensity let them explore the depth of their passions long into the night. And early this morning.
Parker learned his lesson years ago endlessly regretting not having made love to Angie the way he felt she deserved. Women needed all that romantic shit. The whispered words. The long, slow possession. And he’d brought it all.
Ya’ didn’t wait a lifetime to pull an angel from the heavens and then not express every desire and want he carried in his soul. Things only she could satisfy.
Remembering her hushed cries and gasps as he feasted on her femininity made his dick throb. If it wasn’t taking vulgarity and crudeness to new heights, he’d commission a portrait to be hung above the fireplace in his bedroom depicting them in his new favorite position. Angie arching her back, knees wide apart, his face buried between her legs while his tongue lapped at her pussy. He’d have his arms reaching up to fondle her glorious tits. One of her hands would be clutched in his hair, the other hanging onto the bed covers for dear life.
It had taken all night to come even slig
htly close to satisfying his hunger. And satisfying his cock? Not a chance. In fact, if they didn’t have an audience, she’d be laid out on the table right now while he did all sorts of things to her delicious pussy. Now, there was a breakfast treat he could get down with.
“Hey, butthead,” Alex was drawling. “Earth to Space Cadet Sullivan.”
Fucking crap. He’d been so lost in his thoughts that he wasn’t paying attention to what was going on around him.
Angie’s soft, mocking chuckle wrapped around his heart but that didn’t stop him from grabbing a handful of hair for a gentle tug.
“What?” he barked into Alex’s amused faced.
“It’s nine o’clock. If you plan on calling someone’s father to inform him that you put a ring on it, you better get your ass in gear—is all I’m saying.”
“Oh, crap!” Angie exclaimed. “He’s right. It’s nearly dinnertime for them.” She reacted like the starting gun went off, scrambling from his lap to pull him up from his chair. With her hands pushing him along from the small of his back, she blurted a rush of nonsense about Uncle Cris that got his head shaking.
“Don’t say anything about how crazy the constuction is. Alex wants to surprise them when they get here. And don’t let him railroad you into setting a date.”
Ah, he thought. So this is how it was going to be. He’d never seen her so bossy. Well, okay. That was certainly an understatement, a funny one, but the underlying sentiment was still true. She was a pushy little thing at times.
Parker chuckled to himself. Maybe he’d remind her later what a truly craptacular submissive she’d have been and make the point by letting her run the show. See what she had. The toe-curling blowjob was hardly her best move and since he hadn’t let her lay him low with a repeat performance, despite the pouting and whining, she’d been sulking about it since. Every so often she’d frown at him and mutter, “Not playing fair,” which only made him snicker.
“All right, all right, all right,” he drawled. “I’ve got this, woman, so settle down. This is my uncle we’re talking about. I think I know how to talk to him.”
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