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“Say something.”
Travis sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m… I don’t know what to say.”
“If you want to call off the wedding, I’ll understand.”
He shook his head. “I don’t. I…” He hesitated, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “I’m in love with you, too.”
My chest fluttered. “Are you sure?”
“I am.” He reached out and took my hand. “Yeah. Definitely sure.”
Chapter Eighteen
Travis
Betweentheusualwork,Arthur’s capture and transport, and Parker and I confessing our feelings for one another, I was completely drained. I had zero interest in sticking around at the park any longer than necessary that evening. All I wanted was to go home, curl up on my couch with Parker, and unwind.
To that end, Parker pulled through. He sent me home, promising he’d be close behind with dinner, drinks, and dessert. I did exactly as he said and it wasn’t long until I was home, staring out of the windshield of the truck while parked in the driveway. After several minutes of sitting there, I scrubbed my hands over my face and headed inside.
While I waited for Parker to arrive, I kicked off my shoes and went to the bedroom to change. As I did, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I looked rough—hair mussed, face and hands dirty, clothes smudged with dirt and grime. I went to the bathroom to wash my hands and face, but decided after a moment of consideration that I needed more than just a quick wash. Instead, I turned the knobs of the shower and waited a moment while the bathroom filled with steam.
I stripped, kicking my uniform aside, and stepped under the spray, the hot water melting the tension out of my muscles. The day had been so damned long, and as I thought back over what I’d done all day, I could scarcely believe that the conversation with Faith about my lack of experience had taken place less than six hours ago.
I set to work getting the dirt and grime off me, scrubbing with body wash before shampooing my hair and washing my face. As the soap and dirty water swirled down the drain, I let out a long, slow exhale, my body relaxing a little. Just as I reached for the knob to turn the water off, Parker stepped into the bathroom.
“Hey there,” he murmured. “I hope I didn’t miss the fun.” He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, stepping out of his slacks at the same time.
“I was just finishing up, but if you want to join, I won’t stop you.”
He chuckled, low and sultry. “I seem to remember promising to show you the joys of showering together.”
“That sounds like an excellent plan.” I pushed the glass shower door open for him and moved back as he stepped inside and pulled the door closed. Looking him up and down, I licked my lips and exhaled softly.
“You like?” He inched toward me. I nodded, my cock already filling, half-hard and heavy between my legs. His cock was hard, too. “Good,” Parker said, nearly purring. He reached for me, pulling me by the hip until our bodies were flush together, slick and hot, my cock brushing against his as electricity crackled along my spine. He dipped his head down and kissed me.
I was helpless against him, melting into the kiss as his tongue caressed mine, a moan pouring out of me. My heart raced, pounding out a staccato rhythm. Parker rolled his hips, grinding them against mine, and my cock went from half-hard to fully aroused in a fraction of a second. He buried his fingers in my wet hair and held me close as he devoured my mouth.
My knees went weak as he fucked into my mouth with his tongue, rutting against me, holding me tight against his body, kissing me relentlessly. I wanted more. I wanted the heat to consume me, wanted to feel him everywhere, wanted everything I could get from Parker and then some.
I gasped and groaned, pulling back just enough to speak. “Please.”
Parker let out a needy, desperate noise, eyes wild, and crowded into my space, pushing me back until I was against the wall. He stepped away from me and before I could protest, he spun me to face away and dropped to his knees. I didn’t have time to question him before his hands spread my cheeks and he buried his face between them, his tongue against my hole sending pleasure rocketing through my body.
He lapped at my entrance, moaning as he softened the tight muscle. My body gradually relaxed under his touch and I writhed in pleasure as he took me apart from behind, my cheek pressed against the shower wall. When he thrust his tongue inside, spearing me with little jabs against my hole, I groaned and rocked my hips back, thrusting and grinding against his face shamelessly. Parker worked me harder, the vibrations of his moans teasing my hole further, and my cock leaked precum as it ached, in need of attention.
He brushed a fingertip against my opening, sliding it in, passage eased a little by the warm water still raining down from the showerhead. I thrust into that touch, too, wanting more. I gritted my teeth and groaned as Parker added a second finger alongside the first, fucking me with them. Reaching between my legs, I gripped my cock in a tight fist and stroked slowly, just enough to ease the pressure and amp up my pleasure, my hole softening further for him as I did.
The addition of a third finger sent a sharp jolt through me and I tensed momentarily before relaxing into his touch once again. When he was satisfied that he wasn’t hurting me anymore, he continued to slide them in and out of my body, licking along the edge of my opening as he worked. The heat built in me and I stroked faster, gripping harder. It was the most we’d ever done together—the most I’d done with anyone—and I wanted more.
“Parker.” My voice was broken and ragged. Even I could hear the desperation.
He rocked back, but didn’t remove his fingers from me. “Do you want me to stop?”
I shook my head frantically. “I want you to fuck me.”
A moan wrenched out of him, and his fingers disappeared from my hole. He stood and spun me to face him again, pressing a kiss to my mouth. I chased the kiss, wanting more of him, no matter how it came.
Instead of giving in, he dropped his voice to a whisper. “Are you sure?”
