Part 40 (1/2)

~ Sixteen ~

Parker

I'd been on edge ever since Kellan texted me asking for my address. I'd almost forgotten he'd never been to my place before. I'd only been to his, and other than that, we hadn't seen much of each other outside of his fights. And that never seemed to go well, for me at least.

He didn't say why he wanted to know, and I didn't ask. Something told me that Kellan had heard about Thom, and maybe that had something to do with it. Whatever the case, I'd let him say it to my face. Even if what he had to say was ”goodbye.”

That can't be it, can it? I mean, he's already said goodbye before. This has to be something new. Something different.

At least, I hoped it would be.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard him knock on my door. It was raining outside, and I didn't want him to have to wait in the torrential downpour, so I answered while still tying my robe closed over my chemise. I was already ready for bed after a long night at the hospital making sure Thom was going to be okay.

Despite my haste, Kellan was soaked to the bone anyway, probably as a result of having to run from the curb to the stoop. His dark brown hair was in his eyes, and the only thing I could see in those was pain.

”It could've been you, Parker,” he said, still standing on the other side of the threshold. ”Instead of Thom, it could've been you.”

”I know,” I said softly, opening the door wider to let Kellan in. He stepped inside and I closed the door behind him, blocking out the sound of the rain pounding the asphalt.

Kellan peeled off his jacket, then his s.h.i.+rt, and hung them up on the rack near the door. I stared at the slopes of his muscles, the hard planes of his ripped body. Once I started looking, it was hard to tear my gaze away. I swallowed thickly as he turned to face me, revealing that gorgeous tattoo, those biceps that had once held me so close I was sure we'd become one person instead of two.

”I f.u.c.ked up,” he said. ”I'm sorry. I should've listened. I was pigheaded and stupid and wrong.”

”I forgive you,” I said instantly. And I meant it. I'd had time to think it over, and the truth was I wasn't really mad at Kellan for how he'd reacted. I was mad at myself for not being straight up with him from the start, for letting Melanie Cartwright's advice infect what my heart was telling me. It said I needed Kellan Jarvis in my life, and now, after everything I'd been through, that was good enough for me.

”Seriously?” Kellan said. ”But I was so mean to you...”

”Well, you weren't exactly wrong,” I replied. ”I lied to you. Or at least, I didn't tell you the truth. You had every right to be upset.”

”But I didn't have the right to say those things I said about you,” Kellan interrupted, cupping my face in his hands. ”I was awful, Parker. You didn't deserve that. And I'll never treat you like that ever again. I swear it. Now that I know the truth, I also know what I have. You're the only d.a.m.n person outside of my family who's ever stuck their neck out for me like this. Who's ever cared enough about me to tell me things I needed to hear, even if I didn't want to. You give more of a s.h.i.+t about me than I do about myself, most days. I don't want to lose you.”

”You won't,” I whispered, leaning into his touch. G.o.d, how I'd missed it. ”We're going to get through this. Together. Help me take that son of a b.i.t.c.h down.”

Kellan regarded me with a lopsided grin. ”h.e.l.l, Parker. That just might be the s.e.xiest thing you've ever said to me.”

He leaned down and kissed me, my face still cradled between his rough palms. I liked the way they felt on my skin, how they ever so slightly abraded my soft flesh. I breathed in Kellan's scent, savoring its return, memorizing everything about him that I'd taken for granted. The softness of his hair. The hardness of his muscles. The press of his body against mine. How warm he was, despite the rain. G.o.d, he was like raw fire in my hands, and I was a moth, entranced by his dancing flames. I wanted him to consume me, to burn me up from the inside out, and that was exactly what his kiss was doing.

”Don't stop,” I begged him as he loosened the belt of my robe. ”Please, Kellan. I don't want to have to hesitate with you ever again.”

”You won't,” he a.s.sured me, picking me up under my a.s.s and lifting me against his frame.

I wrapped my legs around Kellan's narrow waist, moaning as he gripped my thighs. Between kisses, I helped direct him to the bedroom, and by the time we got there, my robe had fallen off and all that stood between us was the silk and sheer lace of my chemise. Kellan dropped me on my back on the bed and pushed the fabric up until it bunched at my hips and he could see I wasn't wearing panties underneath. When my bare p.u.s.s.y came into view, he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth.

”I've missed this,” he murmured, stroking my outer lips.

”It's missed you,” I replied, shuddering as he spread me with two of his fingers.

Kellan delved between my legs, lifting them up over his shoulders as he pressed his face up against my p.u.s.s.y. He inhaled me first, reveling in my bouquet before prying me open again and stroking me with his tongue. Thunder rolled in the distance and I rolled my hips in reply, pus.h.i.+ng closer to Kellan's mouth. He responded by flicking his tongue quick and light against my c.l.i.t, making me moan and quiver with delight.

”I have to make it up to you,” he murmured, grazing his teeth over my mound. ”I figure this is a good enough start.” And then he slipped his fingers inside me, circling my most sensitive spot with his fingertips while caressing my c.l.i.t with his mouth.

I seized his hair, throwing my head back in sheer bliss as Kellan ate me out. Electric pulses threatened to shatter me right then and there, to send me spiraling into o.r.g.a.s.mic oblivion, but I had to hold on. I wanted to relish these sensations, succulent as they were, and commit them to memory. If Kellan ever left me again, I wanted to keep him with me in my heart, and I wanted every cold, lonely night to be filled with images of his tongue dancing around my folds.

I knew he wouldn't leave me, though. Not after this. I felt it way down deep in my bones. Kellan and I were inseparable now, despite the odds. When you know, you know.

And with Kellan, I knew.

I squealed with joy as he picked up the pace, thrusting his fingers deep inside my c.u.n.t. It wasn't as good as his c.o.c.k though, and that was what I wanted-I wanted his d.i.c.k inside me again, filling me up and stretching me like nothing else could. I wanted the pleasure and the pain I'd been denied for days now. I wanted him to take me like the animal I knew lurked deep inside him. And I could see by the glint in his eyes that Kellan wanted that, too, but that maybe he was afraid he'd hurt me.

”Mount me,” I told him, licking my lips as I looked down at him. ”f.u.c.k me, Kellan. On all fours. I want to feel you claim me.”

Kellan chuckled, swirling his tongue on my tiny bud. ”You don't know what you're asking...”

”But I do,” I insisted. ”Christ, Kellan, don't you think I know what I want? I want you. Hard. Rough. Fast. I want you to take me over completely, to make me forget that I'm anything other than yours. Please, Kellan. f.u.c.k me. You won't hurt me, I swear.” I sat up on my elbows and looked into his eyes. ”I trust you.”

Without another word, Kellan crawled up my body, pulling my chemise over my head along the way. When I was laid completely bare before him, he began to undo his jeans, looking down at me intensely.

”I want you to see what you do to me, first,” he said.

Slowly, Kellan unleashed his c.o.c.k. It was swollen and stiff, just the way I liked it, the rosy tip gleaming in the filtered moonlight. I leaned forward to wrap my lips around it, to steal a taste of the d.i.c.k I'd missed so much, but Kellan shook his head and grabbed me by my hair, stopping me.

”No, baby. I need that p.u.s.s.y tonight. Just your p.u.s.s.y. Now, get on your hands and knees.”

I did as I was told, turning over onto my stomach before rising up onto all fours. Kellan removed his jeans all the way and I felt him slide up behind me, his d.i.c.k sawing between my cheeks. I moaned and bit my lip, looking over my shoulder in antic.i.p.ation of what was to come. When Kellan slapped my a.s.s I yelped in surprise, then moaned again as he pushed his c.o.c.k into me in one, hard stroke.

”Kellan!” I whimpered, spreading my legs wider to accommodate him. Oh, he was so thick. I'd never get over how completely full he made me. ”Oh, yes!”

”That's my girl,” he whispered, grabbing hold of my hips and pulling me back hard on his c.o.c.k. I cried out as I reached the base, his full length impaling me. I was so stuffed full of his d.i.c.k that I could practically taste him on my tongue. This was heaven. It had to be. I'd never felt such divine bliss.

Kellan began to thrust hard, his hips slapping against my a.s.s in a rhythm that made my toes curl. He held me by my waist, fingers digging in so hard I knew there would be bruises in the shape of forget-me-nots the next day. Once again, he was bare, and the velvety texture of his skin inside my tight channel made me all the more excited to take him in, to get him as deep as possible. I never wanted him to leave my bed. He was like a drug-utterly intoxicating.

”Harder,” I wailed as he drove into me so hard my headboard crashed into the wall. ”f.u.c.k me harder, Kellan. Make me scream.”

And a moment later, he did just that.

His fingers played my c.l.i.t expertly, working that bud at the same time the tip of his c.o.c.k pounded my inner sweet spot. I bit my lip until I tasted blood and ground my a.s.s against him, panting, sweating, making sounds I didn't even know I was capable of. When Kellan grabbed my knees and pulled my legs up, my hands still on the bed, I was in awe of how easily he manhandled me. And how deep he could get, too.

I buried my face in my pillows and screamed. And then the pressure gave way inside of me and I screamed again, slapping the mattress as I came all over Kellan's swelling, pulsating c.o.c.k. I was immediately lost to the sensation, a madwoman carried ever deeper into insanity by the unbearable rapture of being f.u.c.ked by a man who knew my body better than I did. I didn't know how it was possible, but Kellan played me like a musical instrument, like his hands had been tailor-made to strum my body, to bring me to such great heights.