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Jackson laughs while Evie swings and tries to knock the ball off the tee, but misses.
“Practice makes perfect. You’ll get it,” I tell her with a pat on the shoulder before heading toward the house.
I leave them to play and burn out some energy. They’ve been cooped up all winter, and the first warm day of spring has them itching to play outside, no matter what the activity is.
Heading inside through the back door, I walk to my room. I hope that after Parker says whatever he needs to say, I can maybe talk to him and tell him our news.
My plans are abruptly changed when a hand wraps around mine, and I nearly scream before I turn and see Parker standing there. I smack him on the chest for purposely startling me, but he just smirks at me. I thought he’d still be in the kitchen, but he’s become a mast
er of sneaking up on me.
“Don’t scare me like that,” I scold him, but he doesn’t break his smile. “Whatcha need?” I ask with a smile.
“I just came in to take a break. And what a coincidence that you did too,” Parker teases, but he definitely seems like he has much more on his mind.
“You waved me in here.” I look at him suspiciously before he tugs me in for a kiss. He deepens it after a moment, and I pull back.
“What about the kids?” I whisper as if they can hear me, but he kisses me again, shutting me up.
“They’ve gotten all our attention for weeks,” he says, dipping his head down to my throat. “They’re finally outside, they’re all set up with their game. They’re fine. I wouldn’t be able to drag them in here, even if I wanted.” He tugs me toward my bedroom, and I’m immediately distracted from what I wanted to tell him.
“And I need you. So fucking bad,” he growls against my mouth. “It’s been too long.”
I laugh at his urgency, following him. We made love this morning before the kids got up and pretty much every day since we started.
He shuts and locks my door behind him. We’ve still not officially told the kids we’re together, because he’s worried how they’ll react. I’ve let him take the lead on that, knowing he’ll decide when it’s time.
Though I’m not rushing him to tell them, because sneaking is pretty hot, and I think there’s something to be said for sneaking around. Stolen glances accompanied by secret kisses keep things fun and exciting. Part of me kind of likes hiding, while another part of me wants them to know so, I don’t feel like a slutty mistress.
“I kind of like the forbidden aspect of this,” I tell him as he starts undressing me before undressing himself. He looks up at me as he tugs off his shirt, and I can’t help but study his chiseled abs and the V that leads down to my favorite part of his body. My bite down on my lower lip, enjoying the view in front of me. I lie back on my bed, stretching out. “It makes me feel like a teenager.”
He laughs, and I love the sound of it. “I bet you were a naughty girl.”
“I prefer the term rebel.” I snort. “But maybe just a little.”
“Guess that means you’ll need a spanking.” Hovering over my body, Parker buries his face in the nape of my neck before he enters me in one deep thrust. We have our quickies down to a science now. He knows exactly what he has to do to work me over the edge and how to tease me until I beg for it. He thrusts in even movements as long as he can, the hard length of him filling me in the most delicious way.
When my body adjusts to his girth, I beg for more. “Harder, Parker.”
He starts to lose control, pounding into me like he can’t keep himself together.
He lets his hand trail down my breasts, causing me to shiver as he gets down to the juncture where our bodies meet. He circles my clit before I can get a hand down there myself, then starts working in time with his thrusts, vigorous circles and practiced movements.
“Fuck, baby.” He grunts, and I love the deep, animalistic moan that roars out of him. “So goddamn tight.” He increases his speed and widens my legs, hitting that right spot over and over again until I’m close to exploding.
I place a hand over my mouth to keep myself quiet, but it’s hard when he’s uncontrollable like this. My other hand fists the sheets hard enough that when I glance at it, my knuckles are white. I look up at him, and apparently, the eye contact is enough for him to lose it, which causes me to as well. It’s the most beautiful high we experience together.
He lets out a sigh, and his body covers me like a blanket. As much as I want to stay and snuggle with him, I need to get back out to the kids before they come wandering inside. I kiss his shoulder and slide out from under him, standing on shaky legs to clean us both up. He looks up at me, smiling, as I do so.
“I might take a nap,” he says, and I laugh. “What? I had a rough night last night.”
I know he did because we were up late last night. I still have the finger-shaped bruises on my hips to prove it, and I can feel where he’s been with each step I take. Rough is an understatement, but I wanted and needed to feel as if he’d break me in two. He hasn’t yet though.
“If you insist,” I tease, before redressing and leaving him to sleep there. I’m not all that tired anymore, not like he is—so I go out and join the kids and their game.
We’re still playing T-ball a couple hours later when Parker finally comes out of the house. The kids have been loving their game, laughing and screaming and running around with me, but they stop short when they see their father. I look up and freeze too. His whole face is red like he’s been crying, or he’s agitated. I glance back at Evie and Jackson, then step up to him, taking his hands and turning him away so the kids can’t see his face.
“What’s wrong?” I ask him, quietly, urgently. “What happened?”
