Part 44 (1/2)

And Parker? Things with her turned out even more amazing than I could have hoped for.

After she ran the story with Thom, her boss, Melanie Cartwright, had offered her a better position at The Spill. But Parker ended up getting an offer from The Daily Bazaar, a way more upscale news outlet that came with a private office and a d.a.m.n fine pay raise, too. She missed the h.e.l.l out of working with Thom for the first few months after she left, but then one of the sportscasters at the Bazaar got canned for putting webcams in the women's restrooms, and upon Parker's glowing recommendation, they hired Thom. She'd felt like she owed it to him, she said, but I think deep down, she just missed her friend.

She got a lot of attention from other places, too. A lot of talk shows and s.h.i.+t wanted to interview her, to talk to the woman who'd exposed the seedy underbelly of underground fighting, and all that bull. Not that Parker hadn't done exactly that, but the way everyone stalked her for months on end was a little frustrating for both of us. And then some a.s.shole got it into his head that he could get his big break by ”exposing” Parker for impropriety-basically alleging that her special relations.h.i.+p with me had tainted her judgment and the facts. I offered to find this f.u.c.kwit and make him take it back, but Parker just rolled her eyes and said it was part of the job. Besides, Thom ended up rooting the guy out, and I'm not sure what he said, but whatever it was, Parker was never bothered again. I'd respected the guy before, but he really impressed me that day.

Everything had really fallen into place. Parker and I slowed down a little and decided to leave the family planning for later. Once we got past the ”f.u.c.king like rabbits” stage, we saw things a little more clearly. And anyway, there was already going to be a new addition to the family soon. Iris just announced she was pregnant, which kind of almost meant I was going to be an uncle. Slade was too, sort of, and a dad. You can bet I gave him as much s.h.i.+t as possible for that, too.

It felt so good to move forward. I was a mentor to kids like me now, playing the part of the big brother I'd always wanted, but had to grow up without. I was making a difference in people's lives, and for once it was a positive one, one that made me feel genuinely good about myself.

And things with Parker just couldn't have been better. Well, I guess maybe they could've been a little better, because next week, after Thom and Andy's wedding, I was going to propose to her. Thom had been ecstatic when I told him. He'd even helped me plan it out to ensure Parker got the most romantic moment she could have hoped for.

Things were changing. But no matter what happened, as long as I had Parker at my side, I knew I could handle it. With her, I was safe. I was home.

Life was good.

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~ One ~

Noah

I found her at a record store, thrusting her beautiful a.s.s out to rifle through the dollar vinyl boxes that usually held old crooners from the 40s and 50s, or forgotten country acts that never left the dust of their hometowns. My mood was grim. A couple of young a.s.sholes had recognized me in my truck on the way over and thrown their half-finished can of energy drink at me as they raced by. The can didn't hurt my truck, but impotent rage raced through my veins the rest of the drive, and by the time I got inside the record store, I was ready to take it out on someone.

Her a.s.s curved out like a bell from a thin waist decorated with three studded belts. She tied a gingham s.h.i.+rt up and under her huge t.i.ts, cleavage peeking out from under a stack of silver necklaces of different lengths. A shock of short, bright red hair completed her edgy look, and when she stood upright and saw me staring at her, she smiled at me and licked at the lollipop she had in her mouth.

”Find what you're looking for?” I asked her, eyes on her t.i.ts.

”I think I just might have,” she said. Her voice was a high-pitched, purring sound, and she wiggled her hips when she talked.

I stepped closer. Her chest and neck flushed with arousal, an effect I am all too used to having on women. At 6'1”, my height intrigues them from the start. But the cut muscles of my body, and the tattoos that decorate them, draw them in like moths around firelight. They know they are going to get burned, but they just can't help themselves.

”Do you live nearby?” I asked.

She looked me up and down, a bit of fear in her eyes. But the smile on her lips said she liked it. ”Uh-huh.” She bobbed the sucker in and out of her mouth suggestively.

”Pick whatever you want out of there, and let's get going,” I said, nodding toward the record box she had been searching through. I reached out and lightly caressed the meat of her thigh, and then I turned and headed for the front of the store, waiting.

In a rush she gathered up the records she had been considering and sauntered to the counter on her wedge platforms. I threw a fifty at the cas.h.i.+er after he rang her up and told him to keep the change.

I followed her to her apartment about three miles from the record store, sliding into the first parking stall I could find and keeping my hood up as I walked up to meet her. She waited with a grin on her face until I caught up, then took me by the hand and led me up a flight of stairs to her place.

As she closed the door behind us and locked it, I asked her, ”Do you have roommates?”

”Just one, but she's at work,” she said. She threw her coat and purse on an empty recliner and approached me with l.u.s.t in her eyes. ”I'm Nina.”

”I don't really care,” I said. ”Is that a problem?”

Nina threw her arms around my neck and rubbed her soft body against mine. My d.i.c.k started swelling up, and I gripped her ample a.s.s in both of my hands. She shrugged. ”Not really.”

”Good,” I said, smas.h.i.+ng my mouth down against hers and kissing her hard and heavy, until she was whimpering under my mouth and grasping onto my s.h.i.+rt. She hiked one leg up on my hip, brus.h.i.+ng her jean-covered p.u.s.s.y against me.

”I want you on your knees,” I said, grabbing a handful of her colorful hair.

Nina said nothing, only moaned like a b.i.t.c.h in heat as my hand helped her comply. She rubbed my d.i.c.k through my jeans and looked up at me while I unfastened them and pulled out my thick, eight-inch piece. She immediately ran her mouth up and down its length, tongue warm and wet, lapping up the prec.u.m that had already gathered at the tip.

”Suck,” I said. I held the base of my d.i.c.k in one hand and Nina's hair in the other as I fed her my hardened shaft until it hit the back of her throat. She moaned around my d.i.c.k, sucking at it with abandon. This wasn't the first time she'd deep throated someone.

I didn't even bother letting her take the lead. One hand on her head, I bucked my hips against Nina's mouth, f.u.c.king her face, while she rubbed one hand down between her legs. Saliva dripped down her cheek every time I pulled out of her mouth, running down her neck and cleavage.

I tilted her head up to look at me and told her to take off her clothes and bend over the couch. Nina smiled up at me, f.u.c.k-drunk already, and quickly pulled her s.h.i.+rt off to reveal her beautiful, fleshy t.i.ts. They filled my mouth one at a time before I let her stand to remove her jeans, and by then she was panting with desire.

When she finally went to kick off her shoes, I stopped her. There was no need for that; I didn't plan on staying that long. Instead, I bent her over the couch while she was still wearing them and lined my c.o.c.k up to her dripping p.u.s.s.y. The smooth head teased up and down her slit, spreading her wetness around while she begged me to put it inside her.

After quickly rolling on a condom, I obliged, sinking the entire length of my d.i.c.k inside Nina in one hard thrust. She screamed into the cus.h.i.+ons of the couch, a wail that never stopped as I pumped in and out of her from behind. Each cry was punctuated by desperate, rhythmic breaths, and the simple and repeated phrase, ”Oh G.o.d, oh G.o.d...”

With my eyes closed, I wrapped my hands around her waist and drove as deep and hard inside of her as I could. This was always the best way to forget everything that was bothering me, and today was no exception. The feel of her p.u.s.s.y around my c.o.c.k was like heaven; the sight of her gorgeous a.s.s pressing up against me with every thrust, beautiful. Soon I couldn't even hear Nina's screaming, lost as I was in the pleasure of her wetness, until the edge was upon me.

Leaning over with a growl, I grabbed Nina's hair and pulled hard as I came inside her, pus.h.i.+ng deeper with every wave. Nina's mantra was under her breath in a whisper now. She must have come, too.

After withdrawing, I found my way to the bathroom to clean myself up and toss the condom. I splashed water on my face while I intentionally ignored the reflection staring back at me in the mirror. Nina was still naked when I came back out, but now she was wrapped in a knitted afghan on the couch instead of bent over it, a.s.s up. Standing in the living room was another girl, though. Must have been the roommate. She has a backpack slung over her shoulder and a nametag still pinned on her polo s.h.i.+rt.

They both stopped talking and looked at me when I entered the room. ”Oh, hey,” I said, my stomach tensing at this unexpected intrusion. I just wanted to make my way out of here.

The eyes of the new girl in the room went wide, and so did her mouth.