He was being a smart ass and I couldn’t let him go into this thinking he was going to boss me around. Instead of feeling bad I put my hand on my hip and stared at him through narrowed eyes, which only earned me a bigger smile.
“I mean I assumed you would understand that I was agreeing when I took the ring and ran. And I kissed you.” Was I being defensive? Yes. Did I feel bad? Slightly. Would I apologize? Hell nah. He knew what he was signing up for.
Parker laughed and rubbed the stubble that had gathered on his jaw while his eyes traveled over my frame. “Princess, you kiss me first thing in the morning when I wake up and before bed at night. I don’t want something that’s a touching but ordinary show of affection. This isn’t the memory that I’m explaining to our son in thirty years when he’s ready to pop the question himself. That his mama gave me a kiss, screamed and ran away from me. The foundation of the love we have for each other is pure, the connection something only God could have created. I need a response that is equally monumental from you.”
“You bossing me around?”
He quirked a brow, his lips quivering as he tried to bite back a smile. “Do I need to?”
The excitement of the moment waned and the emotions of what he was asking me increased. “Is this what you meant at the game? About moving your life forward?” My voice cracked and the vulnerable, happy woman who was so in love with this man showed her softness to him as reality seeped deeper into my soul.
His eyes got watery again and he took a step forward and pulled me to him. “Yes. You’ve been the person,myperson, since the moment you left me speechless the first time I met you. I want to continue to learn you, love you, please you and pamper you more than I already have for the rest of my life. You’re everything I was told could never exist in a woman: sharp wit, a pure heart, a giving loving soul and someone who doesn’t take shit. Physically you’re perfection and my dick still hasn’t learned how to act around you all this time.” His hand slid down to cup my ass before squeezing it to emphasize his point and now I was wondering if the pool house doors were locked. “I love everything about you, even the things you don’t like about yourself, because they were a part of you that I fell in love with. I want us. A couple that turns into a family and then a legacy. I can’t have any of that without you because I only want it with you. So can you please, and yes this is me begging, agree to marry me, Princess?”
I didn’t want him to get down on one knee again because it wasn’t necessary. So, I held his hands and showed him my heart.
“You should already know my answer is yes. I love you. Which is such a small way of trying to put into words how I feel about you. I love you the way my mama loves my daddy; selflessly, completely but not without accountability. What we share is something I could never find with anyone else because I was only going to have it with you. You’ve shown me how beautiful life could be and it doesn’t have anything to do with vacations or the finer things you’ve provided. I cherish every moment we have together. Relaxing in your big-ass tub or when you helped me take down my braids and oiled my scalp. You wanting to be a provider without stifling my desires. Your ability to see me, flaws and all, and accept every part of me. I love you, Parker Sebastian and yes, I will be your wife.”
He swept me up in his arms and held me like I was his lifeline. I was crying again unsure of why, because I was happy. But I was overwhelmed with the realness of this moment. How it solidified everything I’d ever wanted and reinforced that all the hopes that I’d placed in Parker hadn’t been for nothing.
“I love you, Princess. Thank you for letting me be the prince in your fairy tale.”
Part Two
Christmas
HO HO HOS
APHRODITE
“JUST LIKE THAT, AP, fuck!”
He knew better than to keep up all his talking because it wasn’t going to do anything but feed my ego and make me want to go harder. My locs were hanging down my back and I could feel him reach for them before he used them to pull my head back, deepening the arch in my back.
“You feel so good, Bam.”
That was an understatement but it was all my brain could muster to say right now. Anthony had me wide open, literally and figuratively, as I rode his dick in the shower of his hotel room. The room was fogged up as was the shower and despite the way I was bracing against the glass shower walls leaving prints, Bam was doing all the work to hold me steady.
I should’ve been embarrassed from the number of times he’d already made me cum but I was far too comfortable with this man to care. I ground my hips further onto him giving my thighs a break from bouncing as I looked down into his face and saw nothing but unadulterated rapture.
“Letcha’ lil’ pussy keep suckin’ my dick like this, AP.” He bit his lip as he squeezed my ass cheeks while he thrust upward rubbing my g-spot before he found his way deeper to grind against my a-spot.
Despite how good of shape I was in, it meant nothing when I was doing the equivalent of six hundred squats on this man’s dick as I rode him. The way he had me seizing up as he fucked me through another orgasm should’ve been studied becauselosing control shocked me every time. That was how I knew this man was it for me. It wasn’t just the sexual satisfaction that I found in him. It was safety. I could be this physically and mentally vulnerable with him, because of him, and know that he wouldn’t ever take advantage of it.
“You tapping out on me, baby?”
His hands were now on my back, my skin shower and steam slicked, making small circles like he knew what I’d gone through was intense and he was going to be right there with me.
“No.”
“You gone let me walk you through another one, AP?” His mouth was talking as he kissed his way down my chest and I felt myself about to come apart again.
“Yes.”
He stood up with me in his arms unbothered by the dangerous position we were in.
“Ant—”
“We got too much ridin’ on life for me to drop you, baybeeh. Trust me.” He leaned me against the warmed tile of the shower and began to stroke me slowly and shallowly as he stared deeply into my eyes. I shouldn’t have been in his room at all, but ask me if I had any regrets. That answer was a quick hell no. He told me he needed to see me before he could play today and I followed Rye’s instructions and snuck on the floor not giving a damn about the rules.
