He inhales a sharp breath, his head snapping up to meet my eyes. “Can you say that again, baby? I think I blacked out.”
I lean my head back and laugh. “I love you, Parker Stillwater.”
“Fuck, I love you too. So much.” He buries his face in my hair, wrapping his arms around me.
When we pull apart, my hands search for his face again, tugging him down to my lips. I capture them with mine, whimpering when he nips at my bottom lip with his teeth. A deep groan escapes him.
“We need that bed together as soon as possible,” he rumbles before he presses a chaste kiss to my lips.
“Why is that?” I ask.
He smirks and my panties practically melt. “You still want to feel me, Firefly?”
I nod, licking my lips.
“Good. Because after tonight, you’ll be feeling me for days.”
My jaw drops when he winks and saunters back down the hall.
Chapter thirty-nine
Parker
My phone buzzes in my pocket for the third time. After throwing the last pillow on Laiken’s bed, I finally dig it out, my jaw clenching at the name on the screen.
Jet.
I glance back at the open door, making sure Laiken is still putting Trace to bed. It doesn’t surprise me he’s calling after I had my lawyer send him my official retirement statement yesterday. I swipe the screen, reminding myself not to lose my shit with them in the house.
“Jet,” I answer.
“You’ve got some nerve, Parker,” he greets.
Hostile as always.
“Me? You son of a bitch,” I grit out. “You think signing Rhodes was the ticket to push me to stay?”
“He’s an upcoming rider. I think he’s got the potential to be a world champion.”
I scoff a laugh. “He can barely stay sober enough to stay on the back of a bull. And this bullshit he’s causing with Trace?”
“That his boy?” He huffs. “Way I understand it, the mother is a piece of work. Keeping his kid from him like that.”
Fucking Rhodes.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I growl. “That bastard left her high and dry the second he found out she was pregnant. He hasn’t shown an ounce of interest in being a father in years. Now he just shows up with lawyers trying to take him away from the only parent he’s known?”
“Look, all I know is what he’s told me and regardless of his baby mama drama, I have a job to do. A business to run.”
“You’re making a mistake,” I warn. “You better call him off, Jet. I’m fucking serious.”
“Well, considering we’re no longer business partners, I don’t give a fuck about what you want,” he snaps. “I make winners. You of all people should know that.”
“You’ll regret signing him. Mark my words.” I end the call, the calm I felt earlier dissipating with a two-minute conversation.
“Everything okay?”
I drop my phone on the nightstand, then turn to face her. “Everything is fine.”
