Lost In Mr. Parks (Park #3)

by Lilly James

  Parks’s gaze dropped to my lips. I could feel his erection pressing into me. He was close, and I knew what he had in mind. But I wasn’t done talking. Seemed he was, though.

  “Let’s forget about it.” He bent down to my ear and slowly licked it, then whispered, “I want your sexy, tight body beneath me, naked and moaning.”

  My head fell back on a whimper, allowing him to kiss my neck sweetly. “Tell me, then you can have me.”

  He ran his hand down my neck and stopped on my breast, cupping it gently. He slipped his other hand down my back until he found my ass, and he cupped that too. “Wouldn’t you rather we stopped talking, and you take all of this?” He pushed me into him, then expertly rubbed his cock along my sex. I ached badly for him, but I needed my question answered first. I palmed his cock and ran my nose up his, grazing my lips along his mouth. “You want my sweetness?” I teased and made him moan in response.

  “Yes, baby.” He nipped my neck, squeezed my tit harsher.

  “Then tell me.”

  He groaned so sexually as I cupped him harder that it almost made me tell myself to sod the question and just fuck him.

  “It’s family stuff,” he said before kissing along my jaw.

  Ouch. I pushed away the feelings he was causing me, then pushed him off me.

  “So I’m not family?”

  He bowed his head as he sighed. “Of course you are.” He took hold of my elbows and pulled me into him again. “If you really want to know—” I glanced up at him, holding back a smirk because I loved it when I got my own way, “—then fine. We’re trying to find my sister. Well—” he scoffed, “—half sister.”

  “I see,” I said slowly, processing my thoughts. “The daughter your mum had from her affair?”

  He nodded slowly, and I assumed the subject was still raw by the way his eyes flickered just slightly with anger. “My mother told you?”

  I nodded too. “Yes. Where is she?”

  Parks chuckled and ran his fingers down my cheeks like I was adorable. “Evelyn, if I knew that, we wouldn’t be looking for her.”

  I swatted his shoulder for making me out to be a dumbass. “I mean, where was she? Where has she run from? Why are you looking for her?”

  “So many questions,” he drawled, then gently pulled on my hand and led me over to the bed. I sat down on the edge with him. “She was here in London, in a private hospital.” He pulled my hair across my shoulder and softly showered my neck with kisses. “She’s mentally unstable. Schizophrenia.”

  “That’s so sad.” I sympathised with his half sister even though I didn’t know her. “Did she escape?”

  He shook his head, telling me no. “She’s an amazing manipulator. She got one of the new doctors to fall in love with her, supply her with a stupid amount of medication, then he let her out. She promised him everything if he would go through with it and not inform my mother.”

  I pulled back, my expression deadpan as I stared at him. “Serious?”

  “I wish it was made up. She’s not stable, Evey. When her medication runs out, who knows what she’ll do? We need to find her before she does any harm.”

  “Why do you think she wanted to escape?”

  Parks shrugged. “Just to be free. Who knows? It’s been like looking for a needle in a haystack. My mother thinks I should be more involved with trying to find her, but she isn’t my priority. She’s my mother’s responsibility.”

  I was staring into space, thoughts crowding my mind. “Please tell me you’ve done everything you can to help her. I know you would, wouldn’t you?”

  Parks stiffened and glanced away from me. “Of course.”

  “Good.” I nodded. “Because it sounds like she needs help.”

  Parks brushed his lips across my collarbone. “And I think you need help with taking these panties from your legs.”

  I bit my lip, trying to supress my grin, but Parks glanced up and saw my childish display. “What’s funny?” He frowned before smirking too.

  “The word panties.” I chuckled, letting it out.

  Parks rolled his eyes, and every time he did, he made me clench my thighs together.

  “So is knickers.”

  I jokingly coughed, displaying mock offence. “It’s a better word than panties.”

  “I disagree,” he argued lightly as his gaze shifted down to my lip as I bit it.

  “Then I disagree with you,” I sassed.

  Parks pushed me down onto the bed, having me giggling as he straddled me and took hold of the side of my knickers. “How about we agree to disagree, fuck what word we use, and just take the damn things off.” He pulled them from my legs and threw them over his shoulder. “Happy?” He smirked devilishly and glanced away from my exposed sex and into my amber eyes.

  “Not quite,” I teased and pushed up from the bed. I took hold of his shirt, pulled at the buttons, and whipped it from his body. “Now take off your trousers,” I ordered, tugging at the waistband.

  “Whatever the lady wants…” As he climbed off the bed, I got to watch his muscles flex in his arms and stomach before he bent down and slipped off his trousers. He gathered them from the floor and turned, then headed towards a chair and placed them on it. The way his pert arse moved as he walked had me closing my legs to dull the throb. With his trousers placed neatly over the chair, he turned and returned to the bed. But he didn’t climb on. Instead he stood in front of me, green eyes scanning my face, and his lips turned up as I closed my thighs. Ravenously, I studied every hard muscle on his tanned body and imagined him on me. My light olive skin against a slightly darker shade.

  “Happy?” he asked for a second time.

  I climbed to my knees, shimmying over to the edge of the bed. Parks tilted his head on a groan as he watched me. I was knicker-less, only wearing a red lace bra. He loved red. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulled him towards me. My soft breasts brushed against the firmness of his stomach, and my nipples hardened. The sexual pull that brought us together was impenetrable.

  Keeping the band between my fingers, I tilted my head just like he did. “Hmm…” I toyed with my reply. “Not quite.”

  He arched a brow at me. “Not quite?” He was trying to hide offence. “Baby, my dick makes you very fucking happy. When I fuck you, the whole hotel will know how happy you are.”

  I pursed my lips, trying desperately not to laugh at his infantile outburst. “Oh, baby, are you getting wound up?”

  He shook his head at me, so I glanced away and down to the magnificent bump in his boxers—his cock. Long, hard, and begging to be inside me. I moved my hands to his arse and remained on the bed as I pressed a gentle kiss to his cock over his boxers. Parks gasped softly, so I peeked up through my eyelashes and stared at his luscious, parted lips.

  “Why don’t you take them off? Then you’d be happy.” He grinned, taking my fingers and pushing them inside his boxers.

  “Would I?” I arched a brow, forcing his eyes to narrow. Accepting his offer, I placed my hands inside his boxers and moved one hand to his bum, cupping his cock with the other. His head tilted back, the feel of my palm seeming so good for him.

  “Happy?” I breathed seductively and stroked the head of his cock with my thumb.

  “Not quite,” he teased with a mischievous grin. Although he was mocking me, I got why he got so frustrated, because even though it was a joke, I felt like he kicked me in the teeth. My smile faded from my face, my own joke coming back to bite me on the arse.

  “How about this?” The head of his cock was getting wetter, the slipperiness of his precome making it easier for me to tease. I pulled him forwards a touch and slipped down his boxers just enough for me to see the head of his erection. I licked across the top, circled the tip slowly, and revelled in the way he moaned.

  “Hmm. I have never been affected by a woman’s touch the way I’m affected by yours.”

  “Glad to hear it.” I hummed in great satisfaction, but my eyes were drawn to the way P
arks was watching me with lust-filled, desire-heavy, fuck-me eyes. I inhaled deeply, never seeming to be able to get used to that high-as-a-kite feeling I got from him that made me dizzy. Nothing ever gave me a high like Parks did. I wish I could bottle that shit up.

  He groaned hungrily as I took just the tip of his cock into my mouth. As I sucked, and felt his fingertips in my hair and heard his satisfied groans, my body heated up and became sensitive all over, begging me to skip the foreplay and just grab hold of the hunk and take him. Have him deep. But I wanted to take my time.

  Parks removed a hand from my hair and pulled down his boxers, exposing himself fully. I leaned back to take him in properly, then was overwhelmed by the urge to take him into my mouth. All the way. I moved forwards, intent on what I was about to do, but Parks pushed me down onto the bed.

  “I want to devour you at the same time.” He kissed me roughly, having me moaning against his lips, then pulled back. “Would that make you happy?” I just nodded, already desiring his lips on my clit. “Good.” Expertly, he took hold of me and switched positions. I was on top of him; he was lying beneath me.

  “Now turn around,” he ordered, his shallow breaths letting me know he was as turned on as I was.

  “I know how to do a sixty-nine, Parks,” I snapped, jokingly, and turned around. As I did, a stinging slap whipped across my arse. I arched my back and cried out, “Fuck’s sake. I wish you would warn me when you’re about to do that.”

  Parks took hold of my hair and yanked me back so his chest was against my back, his mouth at the back of my neck. “And I wish you wouldn’t sass me and call me fucking Parks.” He released my hair, so I leaned forwards, straddled his shoulders, and faced his toes. My sex was just above his face, and when he darted out his tongue and dragged it over my clit, I spontaneously cried out his name in delight. “Wade.”

  When our bodies met, sparks instantly flew. The way his tongue tantalized my clit and slid over my lips, soaking my already-wet folds, made me forget I was meant to be sucking his cock too. I only remembered because Parks wrapped his hand around his shaft and started to masturbate while licking me deliciously. When I leaned forwards, my sex pushed against his mouth even more, making my body jolt again.

  “Oh God,” I moaned before wrapping my lips around his erection.

  “Jesus.” Parks nuzzled into my sex with kisses, making out with my clit as I sucked on him, getting him wetter and ready for me to take whole. I opened my mouth, wrapped a hand around the base of him, extended my tongue over my bottom lip, and took him in slowly. As he slid deeper down my throat, my body felt even more excited and turned the hell on. Not just because I knew how much Parks enjoyed it, but because I could proudly say I was one hell of a deep-throater. Not that there are medals to be won or anything. But if there were, I’d get one.

  Parks moaned but kept still, and I knew he was dying to thrust upwards. Instead, he yanked down my arse and forcefully pressed his lips into my sex. Licking and sucking frantically, thirsty for my come.

  “Princess, you suck me so good.”

  I matched his frantic pace, sucking until he dug his fingers into my arse, stiffened, and came. His moans were what I needed, but the way he told me to swallow him was not, because I was going to do it anyway.

  “Shit,” he panted breathlessly. “Can you do again?”

  I smirked. “You’re asking me?”

  “Okay,” he offered. “Do that again.”

  “My pleasure.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Getting back to London put an instant downer on my mood. It was late August, but it was already starting to get cold, and I wanted the sun back.

  Parks wasn’t happy about us going back to Kensington with his mother staying there, but I told him that he needed to grow up and forced him back there with me.

  “Congratulations.” Harriet burst into tears as she studied my engagement ring, then took me into her arms. She kissed me on the cheek when she let me go, then pulled Parks in for an embrace. He tapped her back lightly, even though she was squeezing him so hard. “This is the best news I’ve heard in a long time. Did you propose in Sydney?” Harriet asked her son, eager and excitable about getting the details as she dabbed her tears gently.

  Parks nodded stiffly. “I did. Then I had Evelyn’s family flown over to celebrate with us.”

  His answer seemed cold, and I closed my eyes slowly, sagging, feeling immediate sympathy for Harriet, because I knew how it must have made her feel. Opening my eyes, I saw Harriet stare at her son for a moment, then force a smile on her face. “Wasn’t I important enough for you?”

  I glanced at Parks, hoping and praying he would say something to make her feel better, but he turned his back on his mother and walked away as he waved a hand over his shoulder. “I have to work.”

  Harriet’s demeanour gave nothing away, but I could see the disappointment and pain burning in her eyes. My gut twisted, telling me I felt more for this woman than I thought I would. Okay, she made a mistake, but did she have to pay for it all her life?

  “My parents didn’t come, either.” How is that consoling? Idiot.

  “It’s fine.” Harriet sniffed, dabbing her tears again. “I just hope I get an invite to the wedding.” She laughed softly, but I knew she meant it.

  “Of course you will,” I told her kindly.

  She placed a hand on my shoulder. “Thank you. At least I can rest at night knowing my son is spending the rest of his life with someone who loves him dearly, for the right reasons.” I flashed a genuine smile, but I was hurting inside for her. “I think its best if I leave.” She turned quickly, but I touched her arm gently.

  “No. Don’t go.” I was afraid if she left the apartment, she would go running back to Clinton. “You and Abigail are more than welcome to stay here. Please.” I was almost begging, sick with worry for their safety.

  “I’ll go back to a hotel in the morning, don’t worry about me. Oh.” She turned back to me, suddenly seeming to remember something. “I refused entry to Wade’s cleaner the other day. I hope he doesn’t mind. Please tell him it was because I’d only just left this building and didn’t feel comfortable with her entering when Abigail was alone with her nanny.”

  Cleaner? Parks had a cleaner? I’d never seen her. “Did you speak with her?”

  She shook her head. “No, no. Abigail’s nanny called me, asking if she should let her in. I told her no. I hope he doesn’t mind. I’m quite protective like that.” She blushed, a little embarrassed, but I was sure it would be fine.

  “No problem,” I told her, wondering about this cleaner.

  “Anyway, I better be going.”

  “Listen,” I called out, clutching at straws, “why don’t you and Abigail join Wade and I for dinner tonight? Call it an engagement celebration.”

  Harriet beamed, and I could see she was grateful for me wanting to involve her. “Are you sure? What about Wa—?”

  “Leave Mr. Grumpy to me.” I winked. Harriet nodded on a smile, took in a deep breath, and turned her back, presumably heading upstairs to the guestroom.

  I made my way to Parks’s office and knocked on the open door. “Wade?”

  He didn’t look up from his laptop. “Hmm?”

  I rolled my eyes from his lack of attention to me. “I’m going to be cooking dinner tonight.” I braced myself. “I have invited your mother and Abigail to join us.”

  Parks didn’t look up at me, even when I was standing at the edge of his desk. “And why would you do that?” he asked impassively.

  I drew circles on the desk with my index finger. “Because I want them to be a part of our celebration too. Your mum wants to be involved, Wade.”

  “Does she?” he mumbled dryly as he took his mouse and clicked away.

  I had enough, so I let out a frustrated sigh and walked around the desk. I slammed the lid down on his laptop, pushed it aside, and took a seat on the desk, right in front of him, and crossed my arms.

  His brow arched, a smile rai
sing his lips just slightly. The look on his face made my stomach tense and pressure build between my thighs.

  “She’s your mother, and you have to respect that.”

  He glanced down at my crossed arms, then crossed his, sitting back in his chair. “Do you respect your mother?”

  I groaned. “My mother is nothing but a twat.”

  “How do you know mine isn’t?”

  “Because she loves you, Wade.” I sighed.

  “Your father loves you.” He scowled. “But do you respect him?” He watched the way my mouthed opened then closed, because I knew there was nothing I could say. “Exactly. My mother was also a silent witness, Evelyn, so don’t tell me how I should treat her when you have no right to.”

  I tried my best to rationalise. “Why don’t you talk?”

  Parks relaxed, unfolded his arms, and opened them up to me, inviting me onto his lap. I automatically slipped off the desk and got comfortable there. I wrapped my arms around his shoulder as he pulled my legs up from the floor and then rested his hand on my arse.

  “I don’t want to argue with you over this.” He moved his nose into my hair and drew circles around my head.

  “I’m not arguing, I’m telling you. We are having dinner tonight.” I prodded his chest. “Like it or lump it.”

  “Then I’ll have to lump it.” He shrugged, looking away from me.

  I laughed. “You’re so cute when you sulk.”

  “Cute?” He gasped, feigning offence. “I’m anything but cute, Princess.” He squeezed my arse hard for the cheek of my statement. I laughed, rubbing my nose against his, wishing that every day, every moment could be like this one. Where it was just the two of us. Together. Laughing, joking in each other’s arms, and forgetting there was an outside world.

  I kissed his lips because how could I not after staring at them for so long? “I didn’t know you had a cleaner.”

  “I don’t,” he answered, his brows furrowed in perplexity.

  I ran my fingertip over his brow, decreasing it. “Oh, your mum said she told Abigail’s nanny not to let her in.”