Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
I needed to kiss him. No one had ever used the word “sparkle” to describe anything I’d done.
I needed to kiss him right now.
But I was fucking driving. My hands tightened on the wheel and I clenched my teeth, eyes searching for a place to pull off. This wasn’t a typical residential street where I could pull over in front of someone’s house.
There!
I slammed on the brakes, slowing the car as I pulled into an overgrown and rutted road that was almost lost to the growing shadows. I’d forgotten about this spot. There was an abandoned house at the end of this crumbling driveway. Years ago, I’d looked into buying this plot of land with the plan of tearing down the house and building my own close to Sebastian. However, the county had put a giant power-line tower nearby, ruining the view and aesthetic value of the property.
“Whoa!” Parker shouted, grabbing the handle of the door. “What the hell?”
We bounced along the road for a minute. Only when I glanced in the rearview mirror to find that the trees on either side of the driveway had blocked any sign of the main road did I slam the car into park. In a flash, I had my seat belt unbuckled so I could lunge across the small space to capture Parker’s mouth in a hard, draining kiss.
His muffled words were swallowed up, and I almost broke off the kiss, but Parker’s hands seized my clothes, and he returned the kiss with the same ferocity. His tongue lashed at mine and the most delicious moan rattled up his throat as he melted into me. The heat of him, the smell of his faded cologne mixing so perfectly with his own personal scent to drive me insane—everything about Parker made me want him more and more.
Parker’s hands slid up my chest, setting me on fire as I ate at his mouth. All it took was a kiss, a touch, a fucking look, and I wanted him beyond all reason. He was a flickering flame, dancing, always out of my reach, but I couldn’t stop myself from reaching for him, praying that this time I would draw him close and keep him.
A needy groan rose from Parker’s throat, followed by a soft bang. “Fuck,” he snarled, breaking off the kiss. He pulled away to rub his knee after hitting it on the center console. “Why did you have to start this in the car? There’s no room.”
“Get out of the car.” I didn’t wait for him to respond. I turned off the car completely, pocketed the keys, and climbed out.
“What?” Parker cried as I slammed the door shut.
Parker had just gotten to his feet when I reached his side. I snagged a fistful of his shirt and moved him to the rear passenger-side door. I pinned him against the car and kissed him, reveling in the feel of his entire body pressed to me. His hard cock dug into my hip and his hands clung to my shoulder as he thrust.
“Really, Mr. Foster. Such behavior in public,” he panted in my ear as I kissed along the thick column of his throat.
“I’ve fucked you twice in a bathroom,” I pointed out and bit down on that tender spot where his neck met his shoulder.
“In a stall. No one could see us. But here…anyone could drive by. Will you fuck me here?” As he spoke, one of his hands slithered between us to stroke my dick through my pants. Like I needed any added help.
“I don’t have any lube on me,” I warned. No matter how turned-on I was, I didn’t ever want to hurt him.
“Spit will be enough.”
It wasn’t ideal, but I had a feeling this wouldn’t take long.
With a grunt, I pulled Parker forward so I could open the back door. “Lower your pants and get your ass in the air.”
“Ha!” Parker jumped away from me, attacking his belt and pants while I grabbed my wallet.
Except my reserve condom wasn’t there. I’d used it at Parker’s months ago and forgotten to replace it.
“Do you have a condom on you?”
“What?” Parker’s eyes widened with panic as he stared at my wallet with both hands gripping the waist of his pants.
“I’m out.”
“Me too,” he whispered. We stood frozen for a second in hard, aching horror. Parker reacted first.
“Fuck me bare,” he snapped.
“But—”
“No, you got me worked up. I’m not going home like this.” He dropped to his knees in the dirt and grass and worked to open my pants. “I’m going to suck your dick to get it all slick, and then you’re going to fuck me bare with that thick beast.”
I grabbed a handful of his hair and forced him to look up at me. “This isn’t a game, Parker. If it’s just about getting off—”