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"Yeah, I don't mind. Do you mind?" he asked, looking tome.
"No, I don'tmind."
As soon as Jen and Elliott were gone, Parker grabbed me and laid me back on the blanket. Propping himself up on his elbow, he looked down into my eyes. The air grew thick while he studied my face. Leaning down he placed his mouth over mine, moving down to my neck and back up to mymouth.
"Where were we?" he whispered, kissing me deeper, his hands traveling back to my waist. His fingers tickled as they ran along my tummy and the waistband of my shorts. He looked down into my face. I could see the desire in his eyes as he slid his hand down my shorts. I spread my legs just enough to feel his fingers slide over top of my wetpanties.
"Fuck you’re so wet," he whispered into my mouth as he kissed meagain.
I let out a moan as his fingers brushed over my clit. He trailed kisses to myearlobe.
"Touch me," he moaned as he sucked my earlobe into his mouth, and then ran his teeth over it. "Feel what you’re doing tome."
I froze, Dean's face suddenly flashing through my mind, and my thoughts went to the night at my apartment. I reached up and placed both my hands onto Parkers chest, stoppinghim.
"Please stop," Ipleaded.
He instantly pulled his hand from my shorts and sat up and raked his fingers through his hair. I could see the hurt in his eyes. "What's wrong? What did Ido?"
"I can't do this." I wasn't ready for this. The bite and those words were exactly what Dean loved touse.
Parker sat up and looked toward the water for a few minutes. He said nothing more, even though I could see he had a thousand thoughts running through his mind. He stood up and piled sand onto the fire to smother it, while I picked up and folded the blankets. He grabbed the pile of blankets out of my hand, and we walked in silence to his truck. He didn't bother opening my door for me. Instead, he got into the truck and started itup.
I had blown it with him. Memories quickly flooded back to the night he walked out of my life without so much as a word. A lump formed in my throat. I wished I could tell him what happened that made me want to stop. It wasn't him, but rather the memories I heldonto.
The drive back to my place seemed to take forever, and I was afraid to look over at him. I kept my eyes focused on the dark houses as we passed by them, tears filling my eyes. Why couldn't things have gone differently? Why did I have to open my mouth? Why couldn't I have closed my eyes and shoved Dean out of mymind?
When we pulled up outside my house, he put the truck in park but still saidnothing.
"Did you want to come in?" Iasked.
“Not tonight. I don’t think it would be a goodidea.”
I turned my head and looked at him before I got out of the truck. He didn't even turn to look at me, instead keeping his eyes straight ahead, his jaw set. I could see the rejection and hurt all over hisface.
Opening the door, I got out of the truck and shut the door. Normally, he would wait until I was inside before he drove away, but not this time. As soon as my feet touched the pavement and the door was shut, he said goodnight and reversed out of the driveway. There was no stopping the ache in my throat or the sting in my eyes—the tears started topour.
I walked up the front steps, wiping at my eyes so I could see to put the key in the lock. I hadn't left the outside light on and fumbled with the key. After a couple seconds, I walked in, shutting the door and locking it behind me. I turned the light on over the kitchen sink and put the kettle on. I wouldn't get any sleep tonight, but I went to get changedanyway.
"It’s about fucking time you werehome!"
I heard that gruff voice as soon as I flicked the light on in my bedroom. My chest rose and fell rapidly. I froze. I didn't even need to turn around to know who it belongedto.
"What are you doing here?" My chest tightened with fear as I turned to facehim.
"You should be more careful about locking doors, Tatum. Anyone could get in here." He spoke calmly as he sauntered toward me, his eyes skimming over my barely covered body. He reached out and ran his finger down my cheek. "I told you I was coming to get you, and it looks like I'm just in time. I guess I need to teach you a lesson, since you’re running around, acting like some slut with that asshole." His eyes skimmed down my body. "You look like a fucking tramp in thatoutfit."
He grabbed hold of my hair and pulled my head back, forcing me to look him in the eyes. I could feel bile rise into mythroat.
"You’re mine. What are you thinking?" hesneered.
He let go of my hair. I tried to shove him away, so I could run, but instead he grabbed both of my arms tight in his hands and threw me onto the bed. "No, you're not getting away that easy again, you bitch," he hissed. Crawling on top of me, his knees locked my hands at my side. He grabbed at my cover-up, ripping it and the bathing suit top off me. "Dress like a whore, be treated like one," he said. Leaning in, he whispered into my ear, "I'll fuck you like onetoo."
He leaned down to bite and suck on my nipples, and my stomach threatened to release its contents. The room started getting smaller and darker. I fought for every breath, feeling as if I would passout.
A pounding on the front door rang through the house like a gunshot. I tried to scream, but Dean covered my mouth with hishand.
I wiggled under him, trying hard to get away, but with his hand over my mouth and the lack of oxygen, I tiredquickly.
