“God, you’re a work of art.” The brown of her eyes deepened with lust as she spread her hands over his torso. “Nothing but muscles and tattoos.”
His lids lowered at her seeking touch but right now, he wanted her mouth back beneath his. He’d allow her to explore later, but he needed her taste. So he took it. Wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her off the ground, still bracing against the wall at her back. With one hand, he guided her legs around him, one at a time. Then he undid the second overall strap.
Their tongues dueled with each other, striking, feinting, rolling. Her taste poured into him and overtook all.
Holy fuck. This was so much more than what it had been before. The blood in his veins had turned to flames, and they were burning him alive from the inside out while her touch was doing the same thing just from the opposite direction.
“Skylar,” he rasped as if the word had been yanked out of his gut. “I need you out of this shirt.”
Her eyes were wide with need and hunger as she leaned against the wall, lips swollen from his kisses.
“What are we doing?” she asked even as she grasped the bottom hem and drew it up over her head.
“About to fuck.” He sucked a deep breath at the vision before him. Her bra had pushed up her breasts like a goddamn offering, and he wasn’t about to turn it down.
A fucking Venus before him.
Parker wanted to rip every article of clothing off her, then fuck her until she couldn’t say his name. Instead, he used his index finger and trailed it down her sternum.
“You’re sexy as fuck. Look at your tits, waiting for me to suck on them.”
He skimmed along the lacy edge of each breast, loving the way her chest jerked with her inhalation. Hell, he wanted to slide his cock through them and watch her face as he did.
“Are you admiring or getting on with it?”
Despite the bite to her question, there wasn’t any ignoring the breathless quality of her words. She was as turned on as he was, if not more.
Index finger to his mouth, he sucked it in before placing it back on the top of the lace. Then he drew it down, bringing the material with him. Her pebbled tip was without his mouth for all of a second before he swiped his tongue along it, listened to her whimper, then took it inside.
“Shit,” she moaned, fingers digging into his hair and scalp. “Fucking A, you’re going to make me come by doing that.”
Good to know. She was very sensitive there.
While he spoiled one, he exposed the other and allowed his index finger and thumb to pay attention there. The woman in his arms trembled and whispered his name.
“I want screams, Skylar. You will scream my name.”
She yanked his hair and he looked up, eyebrow raised in question.
“Only if you scream mine as well.”
Fuck yeah, this was the woman for him.
At least for now.
…
Skylar prayed to a higher power that if this was a dream, it wouldn’t stop before she got what she most desperately wanted.
Parker Jax’s cock deep inside her. Making her come all around him.
Please, oh please, don’t let me wake up before he makes me scream his name and I have mine falling from his lips.
His dark-tipped blond lashes were down, hiding those incredible green-blue eyes from her. Didn’t stop her from watching. There was just something about seeing his tongue flick her breasts and nipples.
Trouble was, she wanted more. They needed to move this along before she woke up and had to finish herself off.
“Parker,” she complained, tugging on his hair. It moved through her fingers like silk and softness. Completely the antithesis of the man pressed against her, who was all hardness.
“What do you need?” That sexy rumble had her slit clenching. His fingers continued touching her everywhere. She was losing her mind, wanting more, and although each caress, each stroke from him was close to catapulting her over the edge, she wanted to slow him down and savor it all. Her synapses were on overdrive.
“You’re so fucking sexy. Beautiful all the way around. Christ, I’ve fucking lusted after you for so long. Been dreaming about the moment I could have my lips around your breasts.” He licked along the nipple, and she shuddered.
More of this and she’d be finished before he began.
“You taste as good as you smell. I don’t know how you do it but peaches, mint, and raspberries. How you do it? I don’t know but I’m in love.”
She trembled more.
“Parker.” Her breath fell in pants as she locked her knees to keep from collapsing.
“Right here, baby. Trust me, I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to take hours to learn this body, discover what makes you tremble, cry, whimper, and beg. Then I’m going to wear you out, let you rest, and do it all over again. Fucking near two years of wanting you. God knows, I’m ready to burst, but dammit all, I have to take my time.”
“No.”
He lifted his head so they were lip to lip, his eyes darker green than usual. “Impatient, baby?”
“You, inside me. Fairly simple. No need for a degree to get the meaning. Like I said, simple.” She bit her lower lip and stared at the top of his head, willing him to comply before this dream ended.
He left her breasts and stared at her. “There’s absolutely nothing simple about this between us, baby. But you’re right. I need in you as much as you need me there. Fast now, and I’ll explore slowly later.”
She unhooked her legs, and he allowed her to stand. Without looking around, she shimmied out of her overalls. Through her lowered lids, she watched him kick off his shoes, and his jeans followed shortly. Then his boxers.
Skylar dragged her gaze up his body and inhaled sharply at the sight of his thick erection standing proud. The swollen mushroom head had a few drops of precome on it, and she flicked her tongue along her lips.
God, she didn’t think they made men like him. Anywhere. Nothing but in dreams or on calendars where they’d photoshopped.
He had a condom in his hand, and she took it from him with an impatient yank. “I hope you fucking have more than one of these.”
“I can get more. Put it on me. Cover me so I can fuck you. Shove deep inside you and lift you off your feet. I’m not patient, and I can’t wait until I can hear all those sexy-ass screams as you come all over my cock. So I can watch your breasts bounce, feel you clench around me. I’m going to fuck you so you still feel me inside you once we’re done.”
Her fingers trembled as she ripped open the small square. She curled her free hand around his shaft and pumped him twice, his moan music to her ears. He was thick, hard, and long. Then she rolled it down, never once allowing him to lower his gaze.
“Fuck me, Parker. For God’s sake, just fuck me. I don’t need soft, kind words.”
He didn’t speak, just lifted her and lined his cock up to her entrance and surged within her in a single stroke.
Her eyes watered from the stretch of her internal muscles—it had been so long since anything of this size had been within her. But holy hell, it was heaven.
“You okay?” his whispered words were right in her ear.
“Yes,” she panted hard. “It’s just been a while. I’m better than good.”
“Hang on, Skylar. I’m about to grant your wish.”
…
Skylar stirred. Cracking open one eye, she stared across the darkness of her bedroom. She wanted to turn a light on, but honestly, she felt like there was a severe hangover involved in her condition.
That explained the dream she’d just had. But oh, what a dream. It was so nice to actually have Parker finish her, so she was left to her own devices.
With a groan, she began to sit up, only to pause at the arm around her waist. What the fuck?
Her eyes flew open an
d she stared down at the tanned, hairy arm with intricate tattoos. She recognized the artwork and the man it belonged to.
Parker Jax.
The dream wasn’t a dream.
“Oh shit.”
His fingers flexed against her midsection, her bare midsection, bringing her back flush to his body. And the hard dick pressing into her.
“Morning.” His lips teased the back of her neck, and she squirmed beneath the tactile assault.
“Why are you here?” I am not panicking.
“You wore me out, and I didn’t have the energy to head to the other room.” He skimmed his hand up her belly to cup a breast, and she swallowed back a whimper as he plucked at a nipple. “And I’m not close to being finished with you yet.”
She bit her lower lip as his touch changed directions and went south until he cupped her between the legs. Another moan slipped from her as he pushed two fingers inside her. Muscles screamed ever so briefly before they held on to him with a death grip.
“Parker,” she whispered. “I have to get up and let Alpin out.”
He sucked on her neck, then flicked his tongue along the place he’d just pulled on. “I have a feeling if I let you out of this bed, you’re not coming back.”
He might have been right about that. He removed his fingers and seconds later, the broad head of his cock pushed into her. Any thought of resisting fell away. Purring deep in her throat, she arched her back, adjusting to allow him easy access to her completely.
“That’s right, baby.” He nipped her shoulder and moved within her. Slow strokes, no matter how much she wanted him to thrust endlessly and without any thought to making it gentle, without making it personal. “Feel me within you. How you stretch around me and hold me tighter than anyone ever has. This pussy was made for my cock. You were made for me.”
Christ, I could fall for his words. Problem was, she was falling, and his statement sounded so honest and true.
What happened to being pissed that he had inserted himself into her life? Especially because he’d be gone within a month.
He readjusted them so she was beneath him as he powered into her. The mattress beneath her muffled her cries as she crested the pinnacle over and over again. Finally, when she couldn’t stand it anymore, he pulled out and came with a roar, her name falling from his lips, his release spilling on her lower back.
Parker carried her to the shower and put her inside, then joined her. One thing led to another, and the water had turned cold before she actually made it out of the bathroom to dress. Moving gingerly, she finally was able to see to Alpin, who rose from his raised bed and padded with her to the door.
Chapter Six
Parker rubbed his leg and hip, trying to loosen it up from physical therapy. Two weeks in, and he sometimes wasn’t sure he was going to make it. Damn good thing the woman hadn’t been his DI. His therapist was a demon wrapped in a cute package—she pushed him, but he pushed harder. His goal was to be reinstated to active duty. Back to his men and his old life.
Brushing away thoughts of his potential son and Skylar, he took a breath and rolled his shoulders. He’d come back to his place, because Gemma had shown up talking about some job interview. Cullen was still asleep, and it was easier for him to go over to his house, while Skylar had some things to take care of.
He tried to ignore the animosity flickering between the two women. Neither ever said anything crude to the other, but there was no denying its presence. And it was growing. He was going to have to step in and stop it soon if they couldn’t work it out on their own.
Cullen had just woken up and eaten and was out back with Murray. Grabbing a bottle of water for each of them, he pivoted only to pause when the doorbell went off.
Perhaps the guys. They’d mentioned stopping by.
“I’ll be right there with your water, Cullen.” He opened the door to find his parents standing there. Instinctively, he stood straighter.
Shit. They always called first. In fact, he’d been counting on it.
“Sir. Mom. Good to see you. When did you two get back? Why didn’t you call?”
His mom hugged him, even as she managed to give him a scolding look. “Why wouldn’t we come see you? How are you doing? How’s your rehab coming along?”
He swore they’d had another few days on the cruise, which should have given him more time to wrap his head around everything.
“You planning on leaving us out on the front step?” His father’s low tone warned him not to dally with his response.
“No, sir. Come on in.” He stepped back, allowing them in, glad he’d picked up earlier, because Gemma sure didn’t get high marks for keeping a clean house.
Ever observant, his father’s gaze snapped to the two water bottles in his hands. “Are we interrupting you and a guest?”
Truth or lie? Nope, he couldn’t lie to them, not about Cullen.
His father’s eyebrow rose, just as it had when he was young and set to get a dressing down from a marine captain. As he had then, he hated disappointing them.
“There’s someone here with me and please, keep the comments to yourself. I’ll explain.” They both gave him an odd look. He took a deep breath, and with a jerk of his head went to the sliding glass door. “Cullen.”
The boy froze and slowly turned his head. No denying the suspicion in his blue eyes—as swiftly as he glanced up, he averted his gaze.
Parker’s heart went out to him. How did he do this? He didn’t even have proof this was his son, yet he called, “Come meet your grandparents.”
“’Kay.”
His mother’s shocked gasp wasn’t low enough for him to miss, but Cullen wouldn’t be any the wiser.
Holding Murray by his paw, Cullen dusted off his hands after he got up from the ground and approached.
Parker’s mom pushed by him, pinched the inside of his arm painfully, and intercepted the boy.
She lifted him and kissed his cheek, completely disregarding his discomfort.
“Cullen, I have been looking forward to meeting you since Parker told us he had a son.” She leveled a glare of death in his direction. “You can call me Nana. And he is Pop-pop.”
Parker claimed Cullen, who’d gone stone-still. The boy leaned into him, not making a noise but straining to get away from his new grandparents. His mom had a hurt look, but she had to understand Cullen was shy. More protectiveness rose within him.
Skylar was right. He wasn’t going to be able to let him go. No matter what those results said.
“Looks like we have a lot to talk about.” His father didn’t reach for Cullen, just watched him. That stare was returned by the child in his arms, and Parker was woefully out of his depth.
He’d have to tell them about Skylar, as well. He wasn’t ready to introduce them, because he hadn’t decided whether to tell them the truth—his mom might inadvertently blurt it to Gemma.
“Let’s talk.” His father made it almost sound like he had an option.
Putting Cullen down, he ruffled his hair. “Hang out here for a bit, C-Man. Here’s your water. I’ll be back out soon.”
Those incredible eyes tipped up to his before he nodded and went back to the workbench Parker had gotten for him. Then he went inside with both parents and braced his hands on the kitchen table, able to still see Cullen, glad the dressing-down he was about to endure wouldn’t be overheard.
“How could you?” his mother ranted. “Why wouldn’t you tell us you had a son? He’s got to be at least three years old.” Tears burned her eyes.
“I am still waiting to find out if he’s mine,” he said in a low tone. “His mother showed up and told me he was mine. The results haven’t come back yet.” He squeezed his eyes shut and wished Skylar were there beside him, offering up the silent strength she gave him. “I know it’s a lot, it is for me, but I’m trying to figure all of this out. Job on
the line, possibility of a boy I didn’t know about, rehab, and a fiancée.”
His old man blinked. “A fiancée? Something else you didn’t see fit to tell us about?”
Yep, there was that disappointment in their only son.
“I was going to tell you. Just with the arrival of Cullen and all of that, it got pushed back.”
They stared at him. His mother frowned and muttered something under her breath he had no doubt was unflattering, then she shoved past him and stormed outside. He had to give her credit, she sure as hell didn’t take it out on Cullen. The boy got nothing but sweetness and light from her. She wanted grandchildren and would dote on the boy.
His father stared at him, making him feel like shit for how he’d handled this. The old man never had to say a thing. Those damn eyes did it all, just like they had when he’d been growing up.
His mom was back inside with Cullen, fixing him a snack, when the front door opened and in walked Gemma, the familiar scowl and anger in her expression. It never failed she came home in a mood no one should have to put up with.
Her behavior shifted when she realized there were guests, and she pasted on a large smile. Gemma pulled her hair back from her face as she walked to the kitchen. “I didn’t know we had visitors. I’m sorry, I’m just getting home from work, so please forgive my appearance.”
As he made the introductions, he was careful to point out she was in no way the fiancée.
“You’re a lovely little thing,” his mom gushed. “Your son is perfect.”
Gemma smiled as she looked at Parker. “We did make a great kid.”
He wondered if he was the only one who’d noticed Cullen didn’t run to his mom.
Cullen’s mom rested against Parker slightly and used him to hold her up as she rolled her shoulders. “Let me get freshened up, and I’ll make us all some supper.”
Flashes of the lackluster food she made hit him. He opened his mouth, but his mom said, “Nonsense. We will go out to eat.” A pointed look in his direction. “All of us.”
Right. Because he wanted to go out with the baby momma while his fake fiancée, the not-at-all fake object of his lust and desire, was right next door.
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