I felt Parker stiffen next to me. His hand stopped moving on my arm as he turned his head to look down at me. “What happened?”
I smirked at him. “I was raised by a kickass dad and had four brothers that were constantly pushing me around. What do you think I did?”
The corner of his lip twitched and I couldn’t help the laughter that escaped me.
“He came at me to push me to the ground and I spun out of his way and then kicked him in the back. He fell to the ground and when he rolled over, I stomped on his junk.” I snorted in laughter, still remembering the look of pain on his face. Laughing, I continued my story. “His face was beat red and he looked like he was about to puke. He just laid there for the longest time, crying like the sissy that he was. And when my dad came out and saw him on the ground, I thought for sure that I was going to get his belt. But when I told him what happened and what the kid had been doing to me, he walked off and got my brothers. They took him out back and doled out their own form of justice on him, but not before they directed me on ways to inflict my own pain on him.”
“What happened to the kid?”
“My brother told him never to come around again. My dad sent him back home, telling him that if he ever told anyone what happened, he would know, and this would be just a sample of what he would do to him the next time. After that, my dad and brothers insisted that I be enrolled in every single defense class possible. From then on, fighting was my life.”
“How did your mom feel about all that?”
“I think she was happy. I mean, she knew growing up that I would never be the girl that sat around in dresses and played tea party. I think deep down, she was happy that I was learning to defend myself since I was surrounded by boys that were constantly rough. And the more I started to be like them, the more they started to treat me like one of them. I started going out hunting with them and my dad taught me how to shoot. It was almost like I was one of the guys after that.”
“I bet your dad was proud when you became an FBI agent.”
“Yeah, he was.”
“So, when you ran, why didn’t you run to them? I’m sure they would have helped you. It sounds like they would have done anything for you.”
“Yeah, they would have helped me, but I didn’t want them involved. I’m sure the FBI has already contacted them, or at least has them under surveillance. If this was so bad that my boss was willing to fire me over it, then there’s something they don’t want anyone to find out about, and I have no doubt that they’re digging into anyone that I know.”
“So, you went on the run and ran into this mess.”
“Well, it’s not as bad as it sounds. There’s this really hot guy that I met.”
“Yeah? Is he a good fighter?”
“He’s not bad, but I haven’t had any problem kicking his ass so far.”
“Well, being trained the way you are, that’s not surprising,” he said matter-of-factly. “But now that he knows just how skilled you are, I think you should give him a rematch.”
“I could,” I shrugged, “but I’m not sure it would do him any good.”
“Oh yeah?” he asked, rolling over on top of me and caging my body into the mattress.
I spread my legs under him, allowing his body to settle in between my thighs. His massive erection dug against my core, making me momentarily forget what we were talking about.
“I bet he has other ways of making you submit.” He slowly pushed inside me, stretching me so much that I gasped at the feeling. I wasn’t sure I would ever get used to him and his giant cock.
“He can try,” I said, putting my arms around his neck and pulling him closer. “But I don’t think he’ll ever get me to submit.”
“Is she still in the military?” I asked casually as we got dressed after our shower.
He glanced up at me with confusion on his face.
“The woman that accused you of rape.”
His face went stony, no emotion getting through. “No, she got out after I was discharged. She was medically discharged and I never heard about her again.”
“So…why did they believe that you did it?” I asked, trying my best not to sound insensitive.
“Because she said it was me.” He sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, his head hanging in defeat. “She really believed it was me, and the shit part of it all is that our unit was close. I mean, she wasn’t a woman to us. She was part of us and we all treated her like one of the guys. There was never any sexual shit between any of us, and she was really fucking good at her job. I just…I just never understood how she could think it was me. But the brain does weird shit when you go through trauma. I guess she just put me in her mind as the man that attacked her.”
“Doesn’t that seem weird though? I mean, I get trauma and everything, but something seems off to me.”
“I would
