24. Parker

CHAPTER 24

Parker

I f I had died and gone to heaven, this would have been one hell of a way to go. Singing a duet, a love song, with the girl I wanted the most. The girl I always thought I couldn’t have. Because she was my best friend.

Except there was nothing in the world that compared to the other night when I’d had my mouth on her, tasting her sweet pussy, hearing her moan as I brought her pleasure. Me. No porn could ever compare to the sight of my Rosie, flushed from the orgasm I’d given her.

If I wasn’t careful, I was going to get addicted to it.

Thoughts I definitely should not be having at a dress rehearsal because this costume was not meant to hide an erection. The pants were black, practically molded to my thighs, and I wore a brocade vest over a black tunic. Every bit the Prince I was playing.

Except my thoughts were not as chivalrous as my character, who was supposed to be serenading the girl whose heart he was trying to win.

“Parker,” Audrey whispered as I swept her up into my arms, practicing the dip. “You okay? You look like you’re in pain.”

“Oh.” I grimaced. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking about…” Fuck, what could I say that wasn’t her? There were too many people around us on stage to admit I’d been thinking about carrying her out of there like a caveman and burying my tongue in her backstage or in the dressing room. “Lacrosse,” I finished lamely. It wasn’t a complete lie. I had a game at the end of the week, after all.

She gave me a little eye-roll as we went through the next steps of the choreography, breaking apart before coming back together again as I twirled her into my arms.

The music ended and the two of us held our poses—my hands on her hips and hers holding the lapels of my vest.

“Good!” Mary said, watching us from the audience. “Parker, make sure you look at her lovingly. You love her, but she doesn’t know that yet.”

I did.

I did love her.

Not that there was a chance in hell I was going to risk messing this up by telling her. Because Rosie, my Rosie Girl, she meant too much to me.

“Right.” I nodded, looking down at Audrey. Her violet eyes were focused on mine, and I reached out to brush a small piece of bang out of her eyes.

“Yes! Just like that.”

How did I explain to her I wasn’t even acting? That I was just looking at my girl the way I’d always wanted to?

“Let’s take that number one more time from the top! And then we’ll be done for the day.”

“Parker…” Audrey whispered, her fingers sliding down my torso before we pulled apart.

“Hmm?”

She bit her lip. “Never mind. Let’s do this.”

I dipped my head low against her ear. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look in your costume yet, sunshine?”

Her cheeks went pink as she looked down at the pink glittery fabric. “No.”

I winked at her before heading back to wait for the music to reset. “Always are.”

Later that week, the stadium was full of screaming sports fans, but there was only one I cared about. The same one who I’d spent the last week with dancing around on stage.

“Parker!” There was Audrey, standing at the edge of the field, wearing my jersey and a short skirt. I jogged over to her, pulling her into my arms and kissing her deeply.

We were having the best damn season of my career, and I was pretty sure I owed that all to Audrey. My girl in the stands, cheering me on, was the best motivation I’d ever had. I wished my parents were here, too, but at least I had her.

The worst part about away games was knowing she wasn’t watching. We had a fairly evenly balanced schedule of home versus away games, and I was thankful this wasn’t pro sports where we had to be on the road for days at a time.

Her eyes fluttered dreamily when we pulled apart, her fingers clutching my jersey over my chest pads. “That was some kiss.”

“Gotta remind all of them whose you are.” Mine.

Audrey’s smile was bright. Dazzling.

“Come home with me,” I whispered against her lips.

“Hmm… Is there a party tonight?”

I shook my head. She tilted her head, her eyes widening with realization. And then— heat. Desire. I knew I wasn’t mistaking that in her gaze.

“Okay,” she mumbled, nodding her head. “I will.”

“Wait for me,” I said, kissing her again. “I just have to change out of this.”

I was about to get my uniform off faster than I ever had in my entire life. I needed a shower, but maybe I could convince her to take one with me. Later.

Audrey just nodded.

Hurrying to the locker room, all I could think about was my girl. Even as coach talked to the team, nothing could bring me down from my bubble.

I’d driven home from the field in record time. Audrey had been waiting for me, just like I’d asked. Something settled in my chest, seeing her waiting for me. Contentment. I’d never had a relationship like this before, where it was so fulfilling and also so easy being together.

Opening her car door, I held out a hand for her as she stepped up on the curb. She blushed, interlacing our fingers, and I tugged her in behind me into the house.

Once I got to the stairs, it only took a second before I had her over my shoulder, my hand on her ass to keep her skirt from flying up.

“Parker,” Audrey giggled. “Put me down. What will your teammates think?”

Like I fucking cared.

Once I got into my room, thankful for the hundredth time this year for the private suite, I slid her down my front till she was back on her feet before pressing her against the door.

She was gorgeous, with her pink lipstick and flushed cheeks, those blonde curls pulled up into a high ponytail with her favorite pink scrunchie. Gorgeous and mine.

Fisting my jersey in my hands on either side of her, I just stared at Audrey. “You don’t know how much seeing you in my jersey affects me, baby.”

She blushed. “You like it that much?”

“Of course I do. It’s hot as fuck.” I ran my lips across her exposed collarbone. “My name on your back, like you’re all mine.”

“I am,” she murmured. “I am yours.”

I groaned. “Fuck, I like hearing that.”

There was no one else for me. No one but this sweet, sunshine girl with her blonde hair like golden rays and her deep violet eyes who wore my clothes like they were always meant to be hers. I wanted to toss her over my shoulder like a caveman, to keep her where no one else would steal her away from me.

She gasped as I pressed my cock into her, already half-hard. “Look at what you do to me, Rosie. How can you ever doubt how much I wanted you?” Just one look at her, and I was like this. These days, it didn’t take much. The smell of her strawberry shampoo, the sweetness that always followed her. It was everything. Every damn thing about her. Even her smile.

Audrey shook her head, her eyes falling shut as she let out a low moan. “I—I didn’t know. I thought all of it was fake.”

“Does this feel fake to you, Rosie?” I asked, pulling her panties aside and pushing two fingers into her without preamble. “My fingers inside of you as you wear my number?”

“No,” she cried, clenching my fingers as I plunged them in and out of her needy cunt.

She was my obsession, but it was more than that. She was my damn salvation. She was everything I wanted and everything I couldn’t have. Every dream made real.

“Fuck, you’re so responsive.” Keeping her pressed against the door, I worked my fingers inside of her, a series of breathy moans slipping from her lips as I brought her higher and higher. “So wet for me. Such a good girl.”

She tightened around me, and I knew she was close. But I wanted her to come on my tongue this time. I pulled my fingers out, drawing a whimper out of her.

“I want to taste you again,” I murmured, inching her backwards onto my bed until she had to bend her knees and sit on the edge. “Want to bury my tongue in your pretty pink pussy. Wanna feel you clenching around my tongue.”

“Parker,” she gasped as I ran my nose over her panties.

“Can I?” I looked back up at her. “Can I go down on you again?”

“Like you need to ask.”

I flashed my teeth, grabbing her knees and pulling them apart, humming with satisfaction as I saw the color of her underwear. Pink cotton greeted me with a little lace waistband, and I nipped at the inside of her thighs with my teeth before looking up at her. “Can I take these off?”

“Yes.” She dropped her head back. “Please.”

Dragging them off slowly, Audrey squirmed underneath me as I took my sweet time with her panties. I dropped them to the floor before kneeling in front of her, taking my time to explore her fully. Last time, I’d been rushed. This time, I wanted to take my time with her. To learn exactly what brought her pleasure. To bring her to the edge, over and over again, until she was screaming my name.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Audrey. Look at you.” I parted her folds, unable to tear my eyes away. She was beautiful. She’d propped herself up with her elbows, wearing only my jersey, and fuck if that wasn’t a turn-on. I reached down, squeezing my cock in my pants, trying to ease the ache.

No matter how much I wanted it, I wasn’t going to be inside of her. I’d take care of myself later—in the shower—just like I’d done the last time I’d had my mouth on her.

We were going slow, like she’d said. And because I didn’t want her to think she was some quick fuck to me. Not when she was everything.

“Touch me,” she begged, writhing with need.

Who was I to say no to that?

I swiped a line up her entrance, circling her clit a few times before replacing my tongue with my thumb. Applying pressure as I rubbed it just like she’d shown me, I thrust my tongue inside her cunt, lapping up all of her arousal. Her back arched as she let out a cry.

Whatever assholes she’d been with before hadn’t taken the time to make sure she was getting off, and I fucking hated that. When she told me she had a hard time orgasming with anyone else, I couldn’t believe it. Because she was so responsive to my touch.

She was always so wet and eager, squirming against my face as I tasted her thoroughly.

Audrey’s thighs tightened around my head, and I groaned. “That’s it, baby.” Her hips rocked into me, each movement pushing me into her mouth. “Want you to come on my tongue. Soak my face.”

She did just that as I pressed down harder on her clit, giving her what she needed as I thrust into her with my tongue, dragging it through her wet cunt over and over, teasing her insides as her pussy pulsed around me.

I groaned as my mouth flooded with her come, drinking every last drop.

“Fuck,” she moaned, collapsing onto my mattress as I pulled away. “You’re so fucking good at that.”

I grinned against her, pressing kisses to her inner thighs. “Told you I was a quick learner.”