“I'll be –“ Parker starts but she cuts him off.
“Shut up.” She closes her eyes, lips pursed, and takes a quick breath before she opens them again. She looks at me. “Get on the bed.”
I lay down on the bed, curiosity catching fire.
Her attention turns to Parker. “Get on his lap.”
His eyes bug. “What?”
“Are you not the bottom?” she asks, head cocked. “I didn't know.”
“I'm not a... We... We don't...”
She puts her hand on her hip. “You don't? I was under the impression that you most definitelydo?”
“Fuck me,” I chuckle, loving how flustered he is and that she made him that way.
She blinks at me. “So you're the bottom?”
“Nobody's a fucking bottom,” Parker says through clenched teeth. “Fuck.”
Her brows raise. “Uh huh. Either way, get on his lap.”
“Why?”
She rolls her eyes. “Fine. You don't want to get on his lap, okay. Get on your knees at the edge of the bed. Between his feet.”
I have become a bystander. A silent observer. A grateful audience.
“Why?”Parker asks again.
“Can you not do this just once? I'm not going to hurt you, Parker. But some things need to be made very clear tonight and a demonstration would be the best way to do that.”
He huffs. “I know you're not going to hurt me.”
“Then get on the bed. On your knees. Between his feet.”
I lace my fingers behind my head and wait. Whatever this is, it's between them. I just get to enjoy it.
“You want me on my knees? Fine.” Parker stomps to the foot of the bed. The mattress dips when he plants his knees on it, right between my feet. “There. Happy?”
“Why was that so hard?” she sighs. “Now,” she says, stepping up behind him, close enough that the towel brushes against hisback, “these clothes have to go. I can smell those assholes all over you and I hate it.”
He reaches to pull his shirt over his head, but she stops him. “I will do it, thank you. Arms up.” Her hands come around to his front and she grasps the hem of his shirt and peels it off. Parker's torso is revealed to me a slice at a time until she drops the shirt onto the floor beside her feet.
She reaches back around him to work the button of his jeans free. His stomach clenches as she drags the zipper down. I glance at him to find him staring up at the ceiling. I can just imagine the chaos happening in that sarcastic, arrogant mind of his. He sucks in a tiny gasp and the sound of bunching fabric brings my eyes back down to where Genie is slowly pushing his jeans down his hips, taking his boxers with them. His semi-erect cock springs out for attention and we all ignore it.
“Lift,” she says, nudging his knee. He lifts his knees and shifts his legs until she gets the offending material off of him. “Don't move. Understand?”
“This is –“
She releases a long-suffering sigh. “Don't fucking move, Parker. I'll be right back. I don't want that stench in the room tonight.”
She holds the towel closed and bends to pick up the clothes from the floor and leaves the bedroom to get rid of them, leaving Parker naked on his knees in front of me. I haven't seen him like this since before he left. Not fully nude. Not in full light. He's still staring up at the ceiling.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
His throat clicks as he swallows. “I don't know. Probably. I didn't expect this.”
