27. Threatening the Family Jewels

TWENTY-SEVEN

Somewhere there was an alarm going off. Or a phone ringing. Whatever it was, it was seriously pissing me off because I'd been having the best dream about being wrapped up in Parker's arms. Warm and cozy and… I cracked one eye open and froze. A strong, tattoo-covered arm was slung over my stomach. Shit. Memories from last night floated through my mind, and I was both turned on and uneasy about how this would change things.

I shifted and Parker groaned into my neck. His breath against my skin sent tingles along my spine, not helping the situation. His hand drifted down my naked body and pinned my hips to his front. My brain was processing slowly. First, I realized he was fully hard and pressed up against my ass. Second, to my disappointment or delight, I couldn't decide, I felt the barrier of his boxers between us. I'd just relaxed back into his embrace when the shrill ringing started again. I removed Parker's arm and sat up to look for the culprit. I tugged the blanket up to my chest and looked around. My phone screen was blank on my nightstand.

"Parker," I pushed his shoulder to jostle him awake. He'd already snatched my pillow and snuggled it into his arms. He looked so pretty when he slept. Long, dark lashes fanned out to rest on the tops of his cheeks and his lips were squished into a slight pout. I nudged him again and his eyes opened.

"Morning, Dellie." His voice was gruff and thick with sleep.

"Your phone won't stop ringing."

He sat up and stretched before grabbing his phone which had apparently found its way onto the ground. I tried not to ogle at the hard muscles of his back when he leaned down to reach for it.

"Oh, it's the door." He swiped to unlock the screen. "Your mom is here." He climbed out of bed and pulled on a pair of sweatpants.

"I can get the door if you… Can you uh…" I gestured to the toy thrown on the floor along with my clothing. "After I get dressed though."

Parker smirked at how tightly I was clutching the comforter. "Now you're shy? Really Del, that's comical."

"Oh my God. Just shut up and get out." I launched a decorative pillow at his head but he caught it.

"Fine, but we're going to have a repeat of that soon. Who knew you were so starved for my touch, Dellie Girl."

He was too slow to block my second throw, and it met its target. Parker folded at the waist. "Del! If you keep hitting me in the balls we won't get the chance to have another cute baby. You've seen how pretty she is, don't do this to our family." His playful pout told me I hadn't actually hit him that hard.

I rolled my eyes at his dramatics. "I'm sure I could find another sperm donor, now get out." I shooed him from the room.

I raked my hands through the mess of frizz flowing behind me as I raced to the door. I yanked it open and must have startled my mom.

"Oh there you are angel, I was wondering if I came over too early." Mom was dressed in her nice jeans and she already had makeup on, a sign that she'd been awake much longer than I had.

I shrugged. "I don't even know what time it is."

She handed me a sleepy Lily with eyes barely open and let herself into the house. I didn't protest because she was carrying a large box of Landry's Bacon Breakfast Pizza in her free hand. I sighed, inhaling the delicious scent. There was nothing better than greasy bacon after a night out. I'd take it in any form, but pizza was my favorite.

"Hello sweet girl," I cooed and traced the lines of Lily's nose and eyebrows, then kissed her forehead softly. "Did you have fun with grandma?"

She perked up a little when I said the name and looked around for her. I closed the door behind us and got cozy with her on a stool at the kitchen counter.

"How was she?" I asked Mom.

"Perfect. What else could she be?" Mom leaned down to rub her nose against Lily's like she did with me when I was little.

"She ate okay? Napped well?"

"Yes, honey. Everything was fine. We had a great time."

I moved Lily to my shoulder and she slobbered on my cheek while tangling her chubby fingers in my hair.

Parker chose that moment to come strutting into the kitchen in gray cotton shorts and nothing else. Would it kill him to put some clothes on once in a while? I mean, surely he could afford new ones if needed.

"Morning girls." He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around Lily and I, kissing both her cheeks, then pressing his lips to the bend of my neck and breathing me in.

My eyes flew to my mom, and I found her trying not to gawk at the show of affection but completely failing.

He pulled away and smacked a quick peck on my mom's cheek before getting a slice of pizza for himself. "Thanks for the pizza and taking care of our baby girl." Okay, maybe it wasn't so weird if he gave us all a kiss?

Mom was still looking at me skeptically. "Of course. Did you guys have a good night?"

I felt my face grow warm, so I busied myself with entertaining Lily. She kicked her feet and stuck her thumb in her mouth while bubbles of spit trailed down her chin. Parker threw me a burp rag, and I caught it in the air.

"I'd say it was very fun, wouldn't you, Dellie?" I knew I wouldn't be able to hide the deep blush covering my cheeks and tips of my ears, so I didn't look up. "Del definitely got a little wet, but otherwise it was pretty exciting."

"Oh, I didn't even know it rained. We went to bed so early. I'll have to check the rain gauge when I get home to see how much we got."

I winced. "Parker is referring to me getting a drink spilled on my top. Ignore him."

For once I was thankful my mom was so sheltered and blissfully unaware. I glared at Parker, but he just winked at me.

"Del, do you mind if I go get a quick workout in? Then we can go get groceries. Oh, and there was something delivered, could you go grab it from the front door?"

"Sure." I'd already given up trying to make him split or trade off paying for things. He wouldn't listen to anything I said when it came to the topic.

It felt weird to be discussing such mundane things when he was looking at me the same way he did last night, except this time I was in a worn out pajama shirt and shorts. As if he could read my thoughts, he smirked at me before heading downstairs.

I opened the door to find a light pink orchid waiting on the front step. I smiled to myself. Sneaky boy.

I returned to the kitchen and set it in the window before making Lily a bottle. When I turned around my mom was laughing at me.

"Honey, you are done for, and I'm so happy to see it." I ignored her comment and warmed some milk from the fridge. "Del, please tell me you're together."

"We live together, Mom. Isn't that enough for you? I know it'd be like Christmas day to have him as your son-in-law, but there's nothing going on between Parker and I that you need to know about. You and Maria have done enough scheming. We need you to trust that we'll do what's best for Lily. She's our priority."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push. I just want you both to be happy. I can see the difference in you with him here."

"I know Mom." I walked over to her and she wrapped Lily and I up in a hug. It was the kind that calmed my rampant thoughts and made me believe everything would be okay. I didn't want to admit how right she was. I was in over my head with Parker. I'd always been a good swimmer, but right now it felt like I was drowning.

We were halfway through episode one of Yellowstone when my phone rang. Thomas' name popped up, and I swiped to answer without hesitation.

"Hey birthday boy! Didn't think you'd be awake yet."

"Yeah, I'm pretty miserable," he croaked, sounding like he needed a long drink of water. He cleared his throat. "I'm sending you a link to an article. Can you show it to Parker? I'd text it to him myself but I don't have his number."

"Uh sure. He doesn't really care about the media though."

"I think he might care this time. Do me a favor and don't read it okay, babe? It's not worth the headache."

"What do you…" I opened the link and set my phone down.

The headline read, "Parker James, MLB Bad Boy: Love Child with Hometown Friend."

The article went on to identify me by name and showed a picture of Lily and me from my private social media account. Someone had also taken photos of us last night: playing pool, dancing in Club Dusk, and walking to the car with me over Parker's shoulder. Thank God his hand was holding my skirt down. But that meant someone had been following us the whole night. I felt like I was going to throw up.

"Thomas, I have to go. Thanks for telling me."

"Del—" I hung up.

"Everything okay, angel?"

I set Lily down on Mom's lap. "Yeah, I just have to talk to Parker. Be right back."

Except he wasn't downstairs in the gym when I went to find him. His room was empty and quiet, but I heard the shower running in my ensuite bathroom. He was certainly taking liberties with our newfound closeness since last night, using my shower instead of his.

I raised my hand to knock on the closed door, but dropped it when a low moan registered over the sound of the water. I turned the door handle quietly to avoid the click. Through the steam, I could see Parker… thoroughly enjoying himself. The frosted glass did nothing to hide what he was doing.

I was stunned and frozen in place. The hard contours of his body flexed with each movement of his hand. With his back to me, he stood under the spray letting water run down his chest. The door creaked where I leaned against it, accidentally announcing my presence. Parker turned to find me standing there watching him like some kind of creep.

"Sorry, I…" Words dried up in my throat when I tried to speak because Parker continued to stroke himself even though I was watching. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts, and looked away. It would have been helpful if there wasn't a large mirror spanning the opposite wall. I looked down at my feet instead, assuming it was the only safe direction.

"Need something, Dellie?" I could hear the smirk in his voice. Like he had something I could have. The water turned off and he stepped out onto the white tile and reached for a towel. My eyes trailed up every hard line of him until I reached his face. The confidence and power this man held standing naked in front of me was astounding. But I'd probably be confident too if I looked like that. And had millions of women openly fantasizing about me on social media. I'd seen the things they wrote to him on Twitter. I did not want to know what his DMs looked like and made a mental note to never pursue that curiosity.

"Leaving yourself hanging twice in a row? Don't stop on my account." I was more than interested in letting him put on a show for me or helping him out.

"You looked panicked when you walked in here. What's wrong?" He wiped his face with the towel and ran his hands through his wet curls.

"Nothing life or death. Why are you using my bathroom?" I stepped closer and could smell the masculine scent of his body wash lingering.

"Mine needs to be fixed, but I thought you might not mind sharing." He wrapped the towel around his waist but I pulled it loose and let it drop to the floor. "Unless you need more space?"

"I have the library if I want to get away from you." I sank to my knees and stroked his still hard cock.

"But you don't currently have a need for personal space?" I'd caught him off guard because he was never usually this go with the flow when it came to sex. He liked to be in charge.

"No," I said before taking him into my mouth. The muscles in his thighs tightened, and his hands quickly worked themselves into my hair. He used my ponytail to guide me up and down on him, and I relented control. He pulled my head back and my mouth came off him with a pop. He repositioned us so my back was against the wall, and I was caged in by his body.

"What a little minx. Coming in here and taking advantage of me." He tilted my chin and ran his thumb across my bottom lip. "I guess I'll have to do something about that."

The head of his cock traced my lips, and I opened eagerly. I'd been disappointed that he didn't let me do anything for him last night, and I wanted to repay the favor.

"Do your worst." I egged him on.

"You aren't ready for my worst, baby." He forced himself into my mouth, and I grabbed onto the back of his legs to hold on. I didn't want him to be gentle and sweet. Feelings crept up too easily like that. I wanted simple lust, using each other to satisfy our needs.

My head gently bumped against the wall and then stayed there when he pinned me in place while his hips flexed back and forth.

"Such a good little slut. Practically begging me to fuck your face."

I moaned around him, feeling myself grow wetter. I pressed my legs together trying to get any bit of friction I could. I looked up to find Parker watching me squirm with a sexy grin on his face.

"You are always so wet after sucking me off." He reached into the drawer next to the shower while maintaining eye contact. "Like I said. I know all your hiding spots." He pulled out a toy with a suction cup on the bottom and pressed it into my hand. I ran my tongue over his smooth skin and licked him base to tip before taking off my sleep shorts.

"You could just fuck me," I said as I stuck it to the heated tile floor.

He bent down to capture my lips and in a searing kiss that left me panting. "You'd like that wouldn't you?"

"Uh yeah, duh."

He kissed me again. "Soon." He held my hands in his and helped me lift up and then down on the toy. It wasn't Parker, and I wished it was. I craved that delicious stretch of every time he took me. I wanted to feel him there hours later. He waited until I was fully seated to stand back up to his full height.

"I wish you could see how sexy you look right now." He stroked himself a few times before stepping closer in invitation.

I winked. "Ditto."

He let out a full belly laugh I didn't expect. "Ditto? We have to work on your dirty talk, Del."

"Not my thing. Take it or leave it."

Apparently he decided to take it because his cock pressed to my lips, asking for entrance. I obliged and wrapped my lips around the swollen head and impaled myself on the toy again. We let out sounds of satisfaction at the same time and were lost to the sensation. I rocked up and down while he used my mouth the way he wanted. His fingers dug into my hair to get a solid grip as his pace quickened.

His heavy exhales filled the room, and I regretted not telling him my mom was still downstairs with Lily. I didn't think she'd buy the excuse that he decided to work out in my bathroom instead of the gym in the basement.

"Dellie, baby, I'm gonna come." That was all the encouragement I needed to hollow out my cheeks and run my tongue along the underside of his shaft. My nails were definitely leaving crescent marks on the back of his thighs, but it was all I could do to hold on for the ride. I looked up and caught his gaze as his thrusts became more jerky, and he spilled his cum down my throat. It dribbled down my chin when he pulled away. He swiped his thumb over it and pushed it between my lips. I sucked the digit clean while he watched with a wide grin.

"Such a good fucking girl. Come here and let me eat that pretty cunt."

Parker didn't wait, just pulled me into his arms and carried me to the double vanity to set me down on the edge. He kneeled in front of me and hooked my legs over his shoulder. His lips trailed kisses across the inside on my thighs, and I watched him watch me with dark hooded eyes. Parker was the first man I'd ever been with that genuinely loved eating pussy. It made me question why I waited so long to fall into bed with him. Well, I knew why, but every reason seemed irrelevant when his mouth was on me.

All logic and reason left my brain when he sunk two fingers inside me in slow hard thrusts. I gripped the edge of the countertop so hard my knuckles turned white.

"You feel so good around my fingers, Del. I can't wait to feel you around my cock." His dirty words sent me spiraling into oblivion. I was playing with fire by letting Parker in because this time I knew he wasn't going down without a fight.