Craving You (TBX #2) (4 page)

Shit. Get it together Parker.

Running water pours from the faucet. She’s in there, naked.
Fuck me!
I can’t just let her walk out of this house with another man without letting her know what the hell she’s walkin’ away from. What
is
she walkin’ away from? Fuck, I can’t figure this all out in five seconds …

I ease the door open to the bathroom that connects our rooms. Inching the handle closed again with me in the same room as her. I feel like I’m stalking my prey. Sitting down on the closed toilet seat, I wait. She has to step out sometime. At that thought, she shuts the water off and an arm snakes out to grab a towel. When I assume she has her towel wrapped around that perfect body of hers, she exits the curtain. Even with a fluffy pink towel wrapped around her, she’s beautiful. When she looks up from placing her feet on the ground, she startles. “Parker! You scared me!” Hand to her heavy breathing chest. “What the hell are you doing in here?” I stand from my place on the bowl with an unwavering stare in her direction, backing her into the counter. Water cascades down her tan skin from her wet hair. She looks breathtaking.

Damn,
I’m a pussy or do I just want pussy?
Eh.
It’s still up for debate.

I run my nose from her shoulder up to her ear as she sighs into me, but I don’t say a word. My hands come up to her shoulders, sliding up and down while I inhale her scent, trying to control my rage.
My need.
I’m pissed she has a date, but even more pissed that
I care
.

That I want her.

“Parker,” she breathes. My hands find her hips, pushing her up on to the counter and jerking the towel up her thighs. Gray eyes search mine. Each of us daring the other to say what we feel, but we both know that won’t happen. Capturing her lips while kneading her thighs with my fingertips, she gives herself over to me without hesitation. That’s how I know I have her. She can fight me all she wants, but in the end,
she’s mine..

Her hands wrap into my hair tugging me closer. The mirror is fogged, the bathroom full of steam, and we aren’t helping matters. She reaches her hands down to pull up my shirt; raising my arms, she removes it before I loosen her towel and cause it to fall away. We pull apart long enough for her to admire me while I do the same to her, both of us breathing heavy with uncontained desire. It’s been too long since we’ve connected with each other; we’re greedy. Tracing her hands down my chest to the button of my jeans, she bites her bottom lip as she glances up at me while unbuttoning my pants. They fall to the floor before she drops her gaze and gasps.
Commando
.

Her legs spread with me between them, and I don’t see any reason not to connect us further. Grabbing her ass, I thrust her to the edge of the counter forcefully. She easily complies. “Tell me what you want.”

It’s the first thing I’ve said to her since I entered the space. Hunger shines brightly in her eyes, but she doesn’t speak. I growl, “Fucking. Tell. Me.” She’s being stubborn.

“I want you to fuck me,” she groans with attitude and a hint of longing. Lining myself up with her center, I effortlessly slide into her. Once I’m finally seated inside her, the softness is gone. I take what she’s giving me, showing no mercy, and fuck her hard on the counter while she pants my praises. I fuck her so hard that I know when she’s with her date tonight all she’ll feel is
me
.

Slamming into her, I play with her clit as she reaches her peak. “Parker!” she screams.

“Fuck!” We collapse into each other.

When I come down from the high, Kelsey still has her forehead against my shoulder, trying to calm her breathing. Pulling out, she raises her head and winces. It’s then I notice the fact no condom was used. I was too overwhelmed with jealousy that I forgot.

“It’s okay. I’m on birth control.” Her small voice rings through the silent room.

“When you’re sitting at dinner tonight with fuck face, or when he drives you home and tries to make a move on you, know who you belong to. I’m going to be in you all night, sweetness.” Sliding my pants back over my hips, I tuck myself away and walk out of the door, slamming shut behind me. It doesn’t mean a damn thing to me that she’s the first girl I’ve fucked without protection. Or that she’s going out with some other fucking douchebag immediately after.

And it really doesn’t matter that I’m
literally
in her.

Kelsey

“Kelsey!” I hear Brealynn shouting from the bottom of the staircase as I slip on my sandals.

For my date.

“Be down in a second!” I know if I don’t hurry and get down there, Parker or someone else in this house may be drilling him. Rushing down the stairs, I come to a halt before anyone can see me, slowing my gait, and then exit down the stairs. Even though I just had an amazing release, I’m wired so tight. Thanks to Parker. I can’t think about him now; I need to focus on my date
with Derek
.

My eyes roam over the living room; only Derek and Brealynn occupy the space.
Oh well
, it’s better I don’t have to see his face.

“Okay, let’s go,” I rush, dragging Derek out of the house with me.

“You look pretty,” he compliments, and I thank him quickly so we can get out of this house. Taking notice that Parker’s truck is gone, I can’t stop my mind from wondering where he went. With another girl? To the box? Out drinking? Snapping myself out of my daze, I
don’t
care what he is doing.

Once we make our way to the Mexican restaurant, which is my favorite, my nerves relax some. Making small talk over dinner, I calm down with each passing minute. Derek seems like a good guy, for the most part, but every time my body moves during dinner I wince with a satisfying pain that belongs to Parker. I hate that I love it and that he makes me feel more than I ever have before. We can’t happen so the thoughts need to leave my mind. I need to move on and plan too; with Derek and any other man I decide to date. The fun part of dating keeps me interested, the getting to know new people. I’m not a slut, just a serial dater.

Derek kisses me on the cheek good night after our very boring date, and I make my way inside the dark house. Before my feet reach the first step, a light engulfs the living room. Parker sits alone in the chair, like a father waiting up for his daughter. For a minute, I wonder where his shotgun is but then I remember
in his pants
. I suppress a smile at my own joke. His stare is unreadable. I start to make my way up the staircase and once my feet reach the second stair, his sleepy voice breaks the silence surrounding us. “Did you have a good time?” His question causes my body to pause.

Leveling my stare with his, I answer. “Yes. I did. Thanks for asking.”

Parker stands and stalks over toward me. “Did you think of me?”

He’s inches from my face. “No,” I lie defiantly.

“You lie.” He calls me on it.

I purse my lips in annoyance. “I’m going to bed.”

Turning away from him, my foot reaches the next stair, but he grabs my hand and advances in front of me, leading the way upstairs and to my door. Once he opens it, I walk inside. Everything about this is wrong. Can’t he see that? I was just out with someone else, yet he’s here.

“Good night.” He breathes inches from my face with his hand in mine and I cave. I wish I’d have missed the first time he ever laid his lips on mine because I can’t quit him.
Not yet
. My lips crash hard onto his, and our tongues tangle in need. He’s been in the back of my mind all night, and I
finally
give in to him.

My body aches for him.

Before I’m ready, he breaks away. “I want to be the only one, Kels.” And then he leaves me, speechless and hot in the threshold of my door.

Parker

“What the hell? That’s last minute, bro,” Colt confesses into the phone with a laugh and then adds, “I’ll make it work – yeah – it’s all good. We’ll be ready. Later.” I stare in his direction. We’re at TBX taking stock.

“What was that about?”

“Competition run this weekend in Dallas for
Texas Ramp Jam.
It’s close to home, and I figure us schooling our competition will be worth the cash payout. Justin put us in the lineup without consent, but it works out. He’s a loose cannon, but he means well.” We’ve known Justin since we started riding. He used to come to the skate parks we hung around before we became something. He’s a good guy—a little reckless but aren’t we all.

“When do we leave?”

“Tomorrow mornin’ we’ll ride down. Runs start at two.”

“Sounds good. We stayin’ with Justin?”

“Yeah. He’s got the room.” Colt picks up our new line of shirts as our father graces us with his presence. When we were younger, I remember him being a good dad. Attentive. That all changed when we were about ten. I don’t know what happened, I just know a lot of fighting ensued in the Taylor household. I just assumed it was about his cheating.

“I hear you boys entered
Texas Ramp Jam
this weekend. That’s great. Make sure you only wear TBX. I will see you boys at the after party, so you better be there. One of you two will make it in the top three, and it will look bad if you both don’t attend.” Our father, always the one to put things the way they are.

“So are you goin’ to carpool with us?” I ask Tim. He’s always supported us without expecting anything in return. That’s how we know he’s a great friend.

“Hell yeah, I wouldn’t miss it.”

“Where’re you guys going?” Kelsey stands in the doorway to the kitchen wringing a towel in her hands. Blue jean shorts and a small tank top hugging her in all the right places, I allow my eyes rake over every inch of her. Torturing myself.

“
Texas Ramp Jam
in Dallas. Colt and Parker have entered. You should come!” Tim insists, and I shut my eyes for a minute trying to rein in my temper. She doesn’t need to be there. She doesn’t want any part of me, so therefore, she shouldn’t have any part of my life.

“Umm-” She twists the dishrag tighter in her hands.

“I’m sure she has other things to do.” Even I can hear the aggravation in my voice.

Kelsey narrows her stare at me and continues, “I would
love
to come, Tim.”

I bet she would.

“I bet you would.” I grin without trying to hide my sarcasm. Her lips part slightly, but enough for me to know I’ve affected her.

“Sweet. You can ride with me.” Tim claps his hands in victory.

I freeze and then mumble, “She can ride with me.”

Tim and Kelsey both look at me with skeptical eyes. “Nah, man, she can just ride with me. I doubt you, Colt, and Brealynn would have enough room anyway.” It’s like he’s trying to take my favorite candy from me. Fire filters through my bloodstream. He has no idea what I feel for Kelsey; hell, I don’t even know.

Luckily, Kelsey speaks up, “If you have the room, Parker, I’ll ride with you.” I swear the people in Iceland can hear my sigh of relief.

“We leave Thursday morning.” Leaning my elbows on my knees, I mess with my phone.

“Wow. That’s tomorrow.”