Moaning loudly, I dig my fingers into his shoulders, my eyes rolling back in my head, my toes curling in my heels.
"So fucking beautiful. So fucking mine." His dark, hooded gaze remains fixed on mine even as his unrelenting fingers pump hard and fast into me, pushing me higher with each stroke.
Then I start to feel it—the overwhelming sensations inside me coiling, tightening until they explode, crashing over me in waves and racking through every nerve in my body.
"Holy shit," I whisper a few moments later after climbing down from my orgasm, my chest rising and falling rapidly against Parker's whose heartbeat matches mine. "I can't believe that just happened."
"Are you having any regrets?" Parker asks in a quiet voice.
Lifting my head from the crook of his neck, I meet his dark, wary gaze and shake my head. "Of course not. How can I regret that?"
He stares at me, as if searching my eyes for the lie. If he's looking for it, he won't find any. I told him the truth. I don't regret what happened. How can I? It was nothing but perfect.
Brushing his lips against mine, he murmurs, "Good."
Pulling back a little, I bite my lip to stifle a grin. "You should look in a mirror right now."
"Let me guess, your makeup is all over my face."
I nod, giggling. "Come on. Let's get you cleaned up before we get back to the party." Getting off his lap, I'm about to walk off when I notice that Parker isn't moving from the bench.
"Give me a few minutes," he says in a strained voice.
My brows pull together in concern. "What's wro—" My words cut off as my eyes flick downward, to the noticeable bulge in his pants. "Oh." Even after the orgasm I just had, I can still feel my cheeks burning.
He chuckles uneasily. "Yeah."
I chew on my bottom lip. "Want me to take care of that?"
He shoots me a baffled look. "What?"
My face is practically beet red but I soldier on. "I mean, it's only fair, right?"
His lips curve in a wide smile, the gorgeous sight of him making my heart skip a beat. "Fuck, you're adorable." Rising to his feet, he stalks over to me and cups my face in his hands, planting a hard kiss on my lips that makes my toes curl. With a low groan, he pulls away. "Let's get out of here before I decide to take you up on your offer."
"Then why don't you?" I challenge.
Parker stares at me.
Swallowing my nerves, I tip my chin up. "Screw the party. Take me home."
I don't know what came over me that made me suddenly so bold. Maybe it's the romantic vibe of the alcove. Maybe it's the lingering effect of the orgasm I just had. Or maybe it's simply because of the fact that I want nothing more than to experience the whole thing with him.
Parker isn't Liam. I'm not going to wait for two freaking years. Honestly, I don't think I can even if I try.
But the conflicted look on his face doesn't bode well for me. Is there something stopping him?
"Parker?"
A shadow crosses over his features, and I already know what he's going to say before he opens his mouth. "Maybe some other time."
But the words still feel like a slap to the face, stabbing at my chest like a knife. So this is what rejection feels like.
It feels like crap.
"Come on. Let's go back inside before your friends start looking for you." Then he strides off without waiting for a response, without so much as a backward glance.
I feel the knife driving itself deeper in my chest.
CHAPTER 30
Sawyer
"Gotcha! You're dead," Milo excitedly whoops as his character delivers his final blow, effectively knocking out mine for the round.
"Oh, no," I fake groan, setting the controller down on the marble floor next to me. "You got me again."
He narrows his eyes at me. "I don't know if you really suck today or you're just making me win."
"Dude, it's Sawyer. When did she ever win this game?" Justin, his twin brother, snickers from the couch behind us.
I'm pretty sure Bennett will beg to disagree. "Wow, harsh."
He just shrugs, as if to say what can you do?
I shake my head, biting back a smile, and get up to my feet. I came over to the Peters' house to hang out with my best friend, but once again the twins managed to coax me into playing Street Fighter with them. Quinn always jokes that I'm such a pushover when it comes to the boys, but I know for a fact that she's the same—probably even worse considering they're her brothers.
I honestly don't mind. I've always wanted a baby brother. Sadly, Mom hadn't been able to conceive a third time. It would've been great to have a younger sibling to dote on.
Stepping out of the family room, I make my way to the pool area where Quinn is already waiting for me.
She's in one of the chaise lounges, wearing a floral romper, her face framed by a pair of gray Prada sunglasses. There's a small smile on her lips as she fiddles with her phone.
"Texting someone?" I say by way of greeting as I sit on the chair across from her.
"No one. Just checking Twitter," she responds quickly—too quickly—before setting her phone down on the table where two glasses of strawberry shakes are sitting. "Thought you'd never join me here."
I grab a glass and take a sip. "Blame your brothers. They wouldn't let me leave."
Quinn scoffs. "Like you don't enjoy hanging out with them."
"Well, that too," I chuckle.
"So," a mischievous grin forms on Quinn's lips, "You were barely at the party last night. You and Parker basically disappeared on us. Where did he take you?"
"Nowhere. We just went outside and took a walk."
"Uh-huh. Is 'took a walk' euphemism for somewhere private?" She waggles her brows at me.
My cheeks heat up as memories
