Chapter 14

FOURTEEN

RORY

I wake to a wet tongue on my face, and groan as I shove Oreo away, or try to, anyway. It doesn't work and she's climbing all over me, making the mattress sink in under her weight. It's only when I sit up that I realize I'm on the blow up mattress snuggled against Parker. I don't even remember getting out of my bed last night, but apparently I did. Parker has an arm around me and Oreo is now climbing over me and licking his face, ignoring my attempts to get her off the makeshift bed.

"Bad dog," I tell her in a harsh whisper as Parker jolts. "Off."

I scramble up when I realize that the door is open and my sisters' voices are echoing down the hall. The mattress wobbles underneath me, and I almost topple over on my way to close the door. Oreo is still mauling Parker, demanding attention, when I turn around.

"Fuck." I rest my head against the door and let out a breath. I would have been mortified if Addison and Ava had seen us in bed together, Parker shirtless and me cuddled up against him. I'm still trying to figure out how the door got opened, because I swear it was closed last night when we went to bed. He's sitting up now, scratching Oreo's belly as she lies on her back pressed up against him, her tongue lolling out and feet in the air.

"I'm gonna go shower," I tell him.

When I get back to the room, Oreo is gone and Parker is pulling things out of his suitcase. I close the door and move over to him. "You sleep okay?" I ask.

"Never better." His eyes are bright and he's smiling widely. I can't help it. I press a kiss to his lips.

"You okay with me sharing the bed with you?"

"Of course. I was kinda hoping you would. Maybe we should lock the door tonight, though, if you're worried about your family."

I wince. "Sorry. It's not you, at all. I promise. I just–"

He places a finger against my lips. "You don't have to explain yourself, freckles. I understand. I'm not offended. Nothing until you're ready. Remember?"

I nod. God, if he only knew how crazy I am about him. How I want to tell everyone that we're together and that he makes me happier than I've ever been before. But I feel like maybe it's too soon? Maybe I need to let them adjust to the idea of me not being with Zach before I tell them I'm head over heels for Parker. Or maybe there's a little part of me that's still scared, that somehow if I say something it will all come crashing down.

He kisses me again and then makes his way across the hall to the bathroom. I head downstairs and inhale the scent of Mom's cinnamon rolls. My mouth waters and I grab one, gobbling it down as Ava and Addison come running down the hall in fairy outfits and holding wands.

They race over and hug me as soon as they see me. "Will you and Parker play with us?" Ava asks, blinking those big brown eyes at me.

"Breakfast first, and then we can. Where are Mom and Dad?"

"Daddy is in the basement and Mommy is walking Oreo. She said only one cinnamon roll, and lunch is at two."

I look at the clock on the stove. It's ten o'clock now.

Parker enters the room just then, in a pair of snug fitting jeans that show off his very fine ass, and a black T-shirt that clings to his body like a second skin. I bite my lip to keep from moaning at the sight of him, his hair damp and those gorgeous biceps bulging without him even trying.

"Hello, my fair fairies," he says, bowing to Ava and Addison, making them giggle in delight.

"Rory said you'll play with us after you eat," Ava announces. I flush and look at Parker.

"Only if Parker is okay with it."

He grins. "Of course. But only if I get to be a fairy, too." He winks at them and they giggle again.

While they are off finding dress up clothes for us to wear, we eat our breakfast. The girls return with a pair of dress up wings for Parker along with a tulle skirt that I have no idea how it will fit him. Addison hands me a crown and a feather boa.

"You get to be the princess," she says, grinning at me.

"Is this your new crown?" I ask, admiring the silver headpiece adorned with different colored jewels. She beams and nods.

Parker stands and slides into the wings and tutu, and I can't help snorting and chuckling at the sight. It's a good thing the tulle skirt has an elastic waistband. He's so big everything looks tiny on him, but he's so confident, it's kind of sexy at the same time, and I love how he's interacting with my sisters.

We're in the living room when Dad comes up the stairs and spots us. Parker is prancing around with Ava and Addison and I'm sitting on my regal throne, aka, the rocking chair, as they entertain me. I do think I have the best role in this game of make believe. Dad tries to hide his amusement as he watches us but he isn't very successful. He has his hand over his mouth but his eyes are twinkling.

When Mom returns from walking Oreo, Oreo bounds into the living room, wanting to join the fun.

Pretty soon the house smells like apples, nutmeg, and freshly baked bread, as Mom gets to work in the kitchen.

Parker pauses the game to ask if we should help in the kitchen. "You can try," I tell him, "but she won't let you."

He does, and she doesn't. I hear, "Oh, no, dear, thank you. I've got everything handled. You go have fun."

He shrugs and I mouth told you when he returns.

We do help set the table later though, and that seems to make Parker happy. The meal is amazing as always, and I groan as Mom and Dad share stories of when I was little.

"He was so cute," Mom coos, looking at me. "He's been wearing bow ties since he was six years old, you know. All the other boys were in jeans and T-shirts, but not Rory. He's always loved to dress up."

"Do you have pictures?" Parker asks, and I bury my face in my hands when Mom nods, a huge smile on her face.

"We'll show you after dinner."

Parker grins at me and I glare, but it's not real. I can't be mad at him or my parents.

"You should have seen him when the girls came along," Dad says. "He was such a good big brother. Scared shitless at first, but once they were here you couldn't get him to stop holding them and wanting to help."

I flush, and Ava and Addison beam at me. I stick my tongue out at them and they giggle.

After lunch, Dad goes away and comes back with a photo album. He sits on the sofa and Parker joins him. They flip through it as I help Mom with the dishes, and the twins race upstairs to their room.

"He's a really sweet boy," Mom tells me, and I hear Parker and Dad laughing in the next room.

"He is," I agree.

There's a short pause before she says, "You know you don't have to tell me what happened with you and Zach, but I'm here to listen if you want to."

I don't know what happens. Maybe it's the fact that she's my mom, or maybe I've been holding it all in more than I realized, or maybe it's the thanksgiving turkey messing with my head, but I start sobbing right then and there, and she takes me into her arms, holding me close as Dad and Parker continue to laugh in the next room, and I hear shrieks and squeals from upstairs. I flinch and Mom rubs my back, shushing me softly.

"I'll get them set up with a movie in a bit," she says, knowing how I need the quiet, no matter how much I love my sisters. "It's okay. You're okay."

I sniffle and choke out. "He cheated on me."

"Oh, honey," she says, hugging me harder and making me cry more. "I'm so sorry. That must have felt terrible."

I word vomit then, telling her about how I found him, all the texts he sent me afterwards, the things he said, how he made me feel like I wasn't good enough and how somehow it was my fault, and how I realized what a complete asshole he was. I tell her how I've been struggling with believing I'm good enough and that anyone would ever want me because of how he made me feel. She listens and strokes my hair, and kisses my head.

"My beautiful boy," she murmurs. "You are such a kind soul and you deserve someone who appreciates you. I'm really glad you're not with him anymore. But I am sorry he hurt you."

She hands me a tissue and I use it to wipe my nose. "Yeah, me, too." She hugs me again and I melt into her. "Thank you."

Dad and Parker enter the kitchen then and Dad stops when he sees us hugging. Parker looks a little concerned, too.

"Everything okay?" Dad asks.

I nod and Mom smiles at him in a way that says, I'll tell you later.

Dad shows us a picture in the album of me at the age of six riding my big wheel bike, a huge smile on my face, my two front teeth missing.

"You were the cutest little kid, freckles," Parker says, ruffling my hair and making me blush. Mom and Dad exchange glances at the nickname and my cheeks heat.

There's another shriek from upstairs and I flinch again.

"I'll take care of it," Mom says. She kisses my cheek and heads up the stairs.

I tell Mom and Dad that Parker and I are going to take a nap in my room. Dad reminds us that s'mores start at six and I nod, then grab Parker's hand and pull him up to the stairs.

We lie on the blow up mattress and make out for a while before we doze off, this time with the door locked.

PARKER

Rory and I find several moments over the next few days to "take a nap" so we can have an excuse to go into his room and make out. And we may run errands together so we can find secluded spots to fuck. I'm loving being with him and his family, but I can't go days at a time without touching him or I'll go nutsy cuckoo. I know it's fast, but I'm falling for him harder and harder, and seeing him with his family, in this new environment, is just solidifying those feelings.

The day after Thanksgiving we set up the tree just like he said we would, and even though I didn't feel like I should be joining in on a family moment and was content to sit and watch, sipping hot chocolate, both Frank and Delilah insisted that I am "part of the family" and practically shoved ornaments into my hands. Ava and Addison were all too eager to have me help, and I even picked them up so they could reach the tallest branches on the trees, which had them squealing with glee.

Rory looked at me in a way I'd never seen before, stars shining in his eyes and his cheeks rosy. I took him up to his room afterwards and we rutted against each other, our lips locked, until we both came in our pants. We cleaned up and then I held him as we napped. I can't help smiling at the fact that even though the air mattress can't be as comfortable as his bed, he's still sleeping on it with me because he wants to be close.

We made the turkey cookies from Oreos, candy corn and Reese's cups, and then Rory coaxed me into baking my cupcakes for the tea party we had with the twins. I think maybe he just wanted an excuse to leave the house and pick up ingredients so we could have another chance to make out, but I was completely on board with that.

Right now he's straddling me in the backseat of my car and whimpering as I grip us and stroke us together. The dry humping we've done in his room is great, but it's risky and he always struggles to be quiet, which I know makes him nervous, and then he doesn't enjoy himself as much. It's also fast, and while I can't complain about any moment I have with Rory, I like not feeling rushed, so finding moments to leave the house is essential, and I am drinking up his sexy as fuck noises now. I can't get enough of them.

"Oh fuck," he mewls as he watches me, bucking his hips, my hand tight around us as I stroke us in tandem. We're both mostly dressed, with just our pants down slightly and our dicks out, and I really wish we could be naked, but again, risky. And I don't want to make Rory nervous.

His bright pink thong is under his balls and the thin straps are stretched across his hips. His hair is mussed, his glasses fogged up, and his lips swollen and puffy from our kissing. It's the fucking hottest thing I've ever seen. I grip his plump little ass with my other hand and squeeze and he moans, gripping my shoulders harder and thrusting into my hand faster, his dick sliding along mine and making me shiver.

"You feel amazing, freckles," I tell him, out of breath. "Love your cock so much." His dick jerks in my grip and precum oozes out. I stroke us faster and harder, the glide slick with lube and precum.

"Oh, god," he moans, his head thrown back and his gorgeous neck on display. I growl and lick it, then bite down as he shakes. "Oh, fuck. Yes. God, yes, Parker. Don't stop. I'm so close. So good."

"Fuck, little rabbit, you drive me insane. So fucking pretty." I nibble on his collarbone as I stroke us and feel my own climax building.

"Again," he begs and I lick his neck before biting down again. His orgasm erupts, cum shooting out and coating my hands and dick. I release him as he trembles and then I stroke myself while he watches.

I'm coming seconds later, spraying across his dick and balls as I howl his name. We rest for a moment before cleaning up with some wipes and tucking ourselves away again. Then we sit in the car and snuggle for a little bit.

"I know we haven't done any more anal sex yet, since we've been here," he says, "but I would be up for more when we get back home."

He looks up at me and I straighten out his glasses, making him grin. I kiss the top of his head. "Me, too."

On Sunday we say goodbye to Rory's family in the driveway, and the twins and Delilah have tears in their eyes. Oreo is there, too, tail wagging like crazy and tongue out as she weaves in between all of us, demanding attention. I crouch and scratch behind her ears. She licks my face.

"Thanks for sharing your family with me," I tell her. She licks me again and I laugh as I push myself back to my feet.

"Don't be a stranger around here," Frank says as he shakes my hand. "We loved having you and you're welcome any time."

"Don't go!" Ava cries as she hugs Rory tightly.

"I'll be back in three weeks," he promises.

"With Parker?" Addison asks in her soft voice. My chest squeezes at the disappointment on her face when Rory shakes his head.

"I'll be with my family for Christmas," I tell her. Ava crosses her arms and pouts and I think Addison might cry for real this time. She throws her arms around me, her head against my stomach as she squeezes me. "I had a lot of fun with you guys, though. Maybe I can come back over another break. And if it's okay with your parents I can say hi to you when Rory talks to you on the phone."

Addison looks up at me with those big brown eyes. Then back at Delilah.

"Mommy, can we talk to Parker on the phone?"

"I think that would be fine, dear," she says, smiling and gesturing for her daughter to step back. "Now, let's let them go. They have to get back."

Addison gives me one more squeeze and then steps away. They're waving as we get into the car and pull out of the driveway, and they keep waving until we're out of sight.

I take Rory's hand as he wipes a tear from his cheek. "You've got an amazing family," I tell him.

"I do," he agrees.