“I’m late for work!”
Parker rolled over, pulling me back against him. “It’s Saturday. I have no plans except one thing.”
He turned my head to kiss me. His finger stroked my pussy. I was still wet from the previous night. He caressed my curves, his hand cupping my breast to roll a nipple in his fingers. I heard a condom packet rip, and I moaned, anticipating his cock. Instead, Parker lifted my leg, angling it slightly behind me, giving his fingers better access to my pussy. He dipped his fingers into my opening, stroking me, then teased my clit. I turned my head to kiss him as his cock replaced his fingers, teasing my pussy, making me wetter for him.
He kissed me, his tongue filling my mouth as he filled my pussy with his cock. He fucked me slowly and deliberately, stroking my pussy with his fingers, getting tantalizingly close to my clit as his huge cock filled my tight pussy. I panted as he fucked me. I tried to move to angle him deep, but he held me still, making me whimper as he thrust into me, slowly bringing me to the edge. He started to thrust faster, and I knew he was close. His fingers finally moved to my clit, rubbing it in time to his thrusts.
I came with a cry, and Parker shuddered his climax into me.
“I think I want to do that a few more times,” he murmured against my neck.
“You sure you don’t have plans?” I asked, snuggling back next to him. I stretched out just because I could. The bed was huge.
Parker pressed kisses along my curves. “Just have to cook for my little brothers.”
“I could help,” I offered.
“Uh—” Right, just another reminder that this was just fun. Parker didn’t really want me to be a part of his life or his family.
“It’s fine. Never mind. I have to work on the gala,” I said, pulling the covers off.
Parker grabbed my wrist and kissed my hand. “You’re welcome to come. My brothers were asking about you. Apparently you’re a celebrity around our house.” He smiled wryly. “I just didn’t want you to think I was with you because I want you to pick up my slack and be a live-in cook.”
“I would never think you were with me just for cooking. I know the only reason you’re with me is for sex!” I said, laughing.
Parker kissed me hard. I wiggled out of his grasp.
“Honey, you can’t tell me I get to spend all day cooking with a hot guy and then think I’m just going to spend all day in bed with you.”
47
Parker
“Sadie! Sadie!” a dozen of my youngest brothers shrieked as I opened the front door.
“Stop running!” Hunter yelled from the dining room. His voice sounded rough.
“Just ignore them. It reinforces bad habits,” I said as Andy pretended to tackle me. He only came up to my waist, so it wasn’t all that effective.
“I’m not going to ignore them!” she cooed and gave each of my little brothers a hug. “You should feel lucky you have such a big family. Big families are the best!”
“Go grab the groceries,” I ordered my brothers. “Then you all need to help cook. You’re not just going to sit there and wait for someone to feed you.”
“Hi, Hunter!” Sadie said cheerfully as I showed her through the dining room to the kitchen. He was nursing an ice water and helping my high-school-age brothers prepare for their debate tournament.
“Hangover?” Sadie said sympathetically. “I have just the cure for it.”
Hunter grunted and waved his hand. Bruno launched into his presentation on why Harrogate should allow goats to roam freely. Remy gestured for him to emote as he talked.
“Hunter is either showing remarkable self-control,” I said to Sadie, “or he’s really hungover. He hates goats.”
“He’s probably hungover, but I do have a miracle cure—it was my grandmother’s recipe. I’ll make that first.” She chopped up a tomato and put it in a food processor along with celery, parsley, and salt and dumped ice in the bowl. She let it sit while she fried bacon and boiled an egg.
“Can you peel this celery?” she asked, handing me a stalk.
“Are you making soup?” I asked, confused, as I stripped the strings off the celery.
“I want grilled cheese with my tomato soup,” Davy said as Sadie put him and my other brother to work cutting up the chicken.
