CHAPTER SEVEN

– COSIMA –

I'm fully dressed, completely sated and relaxed, as I stare at Parker who is standing across the room talking to Kathleen. There should be a lot of things running through my mind, but to be honest? I couldn't care less about anything.

So what if the Peeping Tom is back and got an eyeful of the fucking of the century? Because that's what it was for me. So much passion, heat, and an explosive sexual chemistry I've never experienced with anyone else.

There are absolutely no complaints or suggestions from my corner and the way he kissed me after we got dressed to wait for Kathleen to get here? Yeah, I know he more than enjoyed our time together as well.

The feeling of him bare inside me felt different. I've only ever had sexual experiences with a condom. There's an added intimacy with fucking bare, and with that man's piercings? Wow. No words. And to have him pull out and cover my body with his cum? A whole new experience, as was the way he shoved most of it inside me by using his fingers.

The overload of emotions in his gaze as he watched himself fill my pussy with his cum made my mouth run dry and definitely made me horny all over again. Hell, my ovaries exploded by just watching him so if I'm not careful I will end up pregnant sooner rather than later.

Nope, even that thought doesn't touch me. I'm completely mellow and can handle anything life throws at me. What I've experienced these past few weeks? Parker being there the day I was attacked and a solid presence every day since made me aware just now that I am ready for a relationship.

The couch dips next to me and I have to blink a few times to clear my thoughts and get back to the here and now.

"Hey, everything okay?" Kathleen asks.

I give her a brilliant and honest smile. "More than perfect."

The corner of her mouth twitches. "You had sex, didn't you?"

"Definitely." I shoot a glance across the room at Parker who is now leaning over a laptop accompanied by Walker and Luke. "Best medicine ever. I feel like a 2.0 version of myself: completely updated and recharged."

Kathleen grins. "I'm happy for you. Now, about the creepy fucker–"

"Kathleen, look," Walker rumbles.

We get to our feet and wander over to where the guys are sitting behind the laptop. The screen is frozen and Walker hits play when we're all watching. An old pickup truck is parked alongside the road. Someone gets out and jogs toward the house.

The closer he gets the more he comes into view. The video is a bit blurry and with my limited vision it's not easy to see, but from what I can tell? I don't recognize him. Walker switches screens and the man pops up on another angle.

"I know him from somewhere," Parker muses.

"Yeah, me too," Kathleen mutters. "Isn't that the son of the owner of the feed store?"

"Yes, Murphy Denver, I recognize him as well," Luke states. "I was at the feed store earlier this week and his father, Bennie, pointed his kid out to me. He was complaining about how some people have the drive to work while others are plain lazy. Then he rambled about how Murphy was from a generation that had different things that he had. How the old man never watched TV or had a phone."

"Murphy Denver was adopted by Bennie and his wife after his sister was killed in a car accident. Murphy was eight years old at the time."

We all turn to Kathleen who is swiping the screen of her phone.

As silence proceeds she looks up and says, "What?"

"How did you get the info that fast?" Luke asks what everyone is wondering.

Kathleen shrugs. "I have files on most people in town."

Parker chuckles and shakes his head. "I'm pretty sure that's not normal, Sheriff."

"Fuck normal. I like to be prepared in case shit hits the fan." Her eyes widen and she holds her hand out to block something from her view. "Oh, ew, that's more of you than I ever wanted to see, Parker. Turn it off."

"Dude. You have an abnormal addiction," Walker grumbles.

"Fuck that, how does that dude ride a horse with a cock and balls loaded up with all that hardware, that's the question we all need the answer to," Luke rumbles.

I snicker, Kathleen chuckles, and Parker shakes his head.

"No, really, I need to know, man," Luke tries again.

Parker flips him off. "What we need to know is the location of that Murphy fucker and to throw his ass in jail. Though, he might be at the hospital or the doctor in town 'cause I shot him."

"I already put a deputy on it when you mentioned you shot him." Kathleen thumbs through her phone. "So far there aren't any recent reports of anyone being treated at the hospital for a gunshot wound. They will give us a call if a patient with that kind of injury shows up."

She nods and shoves her phone back into her pocket. "I would advise you two to stay here in case Murphy shows up again. Parker shooting him might have put an end to the stalker issue, however worst case scenario would have shit escalating and him showing up with a gun to take Parker out of the picture. We all know Bennie has a safe filled with weapons so Murphy would have easy access. Like I said, I'd rather Parker have backup. I would do it myself, but I'm completely beat and would fall asleep with my damn eyes open."

"You can sleep in the guest room if you'd like," I offer. "The bed is made and you could rest right now."

Kathleen shoots me a thankful look. "Really? That would be amazing, thanks." She pins the men with a firm look. "Wake me up if there are any developments."

She doesn't wait for a reply but stalks away toward the guest room.

"Are you guys hungry?" I ask and all three heads turn to me.

"Hell yes," Walker grunts while Luke states at the same time, "I could eat."

I feel Parker's fingers wrap around my wrist and I turn my head to face him.

"I'll help," he murmurs and gently tugs my arm to follow him into the kitchen.

Parker lifts his chin in greeting to the man who is fixing the window. I have no clue how Parker was able to get someone here this fast to replace the glass, but I'm thankful for sure.

"What are we making?" Parker questions and rubs his hands.

I roll my eyes. The man is obsessed with food. The past few days he's been staying with me he's done nothing but hang around in the kitchen whenever I grabbed something to eat. Another reason why I'm thankful I regained the ability to see with my left eye. Moving around was a challenge without sight, but being able to make food or eat?

Adjusting felt like grabbing a sled and sitting backward while you jump off a waterfall. Seriously. Wielding a knife while you have no idea where your fingers are or the food for that matter? Yeah, no. Frozen pre-made meals were the way to go for me. I have regained so much more respect and awe for people moving forward with such limitations.

"Let me check really quick." I open the fridge, along with a few cabinets to see what we're working with and come up with, "Spaghetti?"

"Sounds delicious, babe," he rumbles and places a hand on my hip. I feel his lips on the top of my head when he asks, "What can I do to help?"

"Cut the tomatoes?" I point at the counter where vine tomatoes are.

"On it," he simply states, and we get to work.

I focus on making the sauce and cutting up an onion while stirring the ground beef. Every now and then I feel light touches on my hip, my shoulder, his lips on the top of my head; every time he walks by he lets me know he's right there with me.

Soon enough we're all sitting at the table. The three guys practically inhale their food all while I find myself smiling and enjoying their company. Weeks of shoving people away and being by myself has now changed in a positive way.

Even with everything happening right now, I'm still smiling and have a good and happy feeling flowing through me. My sister has found the love of her life, is putting herself out there more and more each day, and it's giving me the chance to focus less on her and more on myself.

"We're going to turn in early," Parker states after he helped me do the dishes. "Talk tomorrow."

We leave Walker and Luke sitting in the living room and head for my bedroom. Parker stalks over and closes the curtains.

"Smart," I mutter, earning me a glare.

"What?" Shrugging, I add, "Not being able to see shifts priorities. And believe me when I say I discovered the error of my ways."

"Not your fault that fucker is obsessed with you. Hell, I craved your body and wanted to possess your soul the first day we met."

I let one of my eyebrows pull up in the direction of the ceiling. "At least you didn't turn into a stalker. Though, the daily voice clips flooding my phone were a little obsessive."

Parker snickers. "You returned every single one of those. Even if the first few only held your voice telling me to fuck off and mind my own business."

"I'm glad you're persistent," I admit. "Those voice clips pulled me through the darkest days."

He steps closer and pulls me flush against his body, his arms embracing me as he places his lips right next to my ear. "Every single voice clip you sent me brightened my day and warmed my heart in return."

"Sounds like we balance each other out," I whisper, my breath hitches when my heart skips a beat.

"Damn right," he rumbles, taking my lips right after.

My fingers fist his leather cut to keep me grounded. This man has the ability to swoop me off my feet and throw me onto a pink cloud of pure bliss. He pulls back way too soon.

Smacking my ass he orders, "Go get ready for bed, woman. We need sleep instead of fucking that sweet, tight pussy of yours raw."

I rub my legs together, still able to feel his presence from earlier today when he took me in the kitchen. Fucking me raw sounds tempting, especially knowing it involves his heavily pierced cock and balls.

Shit. He's right. Taking it slow keeps it real instead of throwing ourselves into the whirlwind of pleasure. Besides, the way he spilled his intentions toward me makes me aware we have lots of time in the future to indulge in whatever our bodies desire.

With a huge smile on my face, I walk to the bathroom, making sure to sway my hips. I hear his groan and know he's just as affected as I am. He's mine in the way I'm his. Now, if we could end the stalker issue there wouldn't be anything holding us back from exploring this relationship to the fullest.