Chapter 4

Laurie

Friday 1.13pm

There’s something about having him here that’s scrambling my brain and making me simultaneously aroused and annoyed by him.

But I don’t feel afraid. Unlike Carlos, and after the incredible orgasms he gave me, Parker doesn’t scare me.

Irritates me, bewilders and enthralls me, yes. Scares me. Not one little bit.

Since we haven’t eaten, and I’d normally eat about now, I pull out a can of chicken noodle soup and pour it into a pot.

I can feel his eyes on me as I switch the stove on.

I don’t know who he is outside of this lookout, but inside he’s the man who’s making my body tingle just from the way he’s looking at me.

I could deny it. I could pretend I’m just using him. He can’t tell Carlos what we did. He wouldn’t dare.

I lift my gaze, and stare at him through my lashes. Heat tracks across my cheeks as he leans back in his chair and gives me a lazy smile.

My lip curls in response, but I’m not ready to forgive him for insulting me, even if I can’t stop thinking about the way he made me feel.

I pour the soup into two bowls and take my own bowl to the small table beside the north window.

Doing my best to ignore him, I sit and peer through the window and try to calm the raging storm his presence has caused.

I’m lost in my thoughts when he sits across from me and starts to eat his soup.

Silence grows as I bring my spoon to my mouth, not looking at him, doing my best to not entertain any more thoughts about him helping me.

But I’m losing the battle. His closeness, and the way he fills the space opposite, makes it damn near impossible to ignore him or what he can do.

There’s heat, definable, palpable between us that’s impossible to ignore or resist.

Even if I wanted to pretend I’m not enjoying him being here, I’m no longer sure there is any point.

He’s in as much trouble as I am now. And I’m responsible for that. I made sure he wanted me, and I made damn sure he’ll want me again.

That I enjoyed it, is the least of my problems. I still need to find a way to guarantee he’ll help me.

I leave my soup and lean back in my chair so I can watch him.

He meets my gaze and carries on slurping his soup. I neither want to talk to him or want to stay in silence, so I release a sigh and ask the first thing that comes to mind.

“Why did you leave the Navy?”

He swallows another spoonful before he answers in a terse voice. “It was time for a change.”

It’s such a vague reply, all it does is make me want to ask him more questions. But he’s ready with one of his own. “Why’d you leave Carlos?”

The reply comes out before I can stop it. “It was time for a change.”

He chuckles then pushes his empty bowl back and crosses his arms. “What would you usually be doing now?”

I shrug. “Reading. Playing solitaire. Going for hikes.”

I don’t tell him I spend a lot of my time plotting where to go after the summer ends.

A wry smile appears. “Taking showers.”

I snort a laugh. “That too.”

His smile grows. “Why’d you pick here to hide out?”

My heart taps a little faster. “I didn’t pick here. It was picked for me.”

He eyes me. “You weren’t that surprised to see me.”

Cold trickles down my spine. “No. But I’d hoped for the full three months. I needed to be…”

I drop my gaze and toy with my soup spoon.

“Needed to be what?” he prods.

My voice comes out a whisper. “Stronger.”

When he doesn’t say anything, I peep up at him and find his eyes locked onto me. “And are you?” he asks.

I swallow, throat suddenly thick with emotion. “I don’t know.”

I move to get out of my chair, but he reaches across and grabs my hand locking me in place. “Tell me about Carlos. Tell me what sort of a man he is.”

I shrug my hand out of his grip and shake my head. “He’s good at portraying an image. Only the people closest to him know what he’s really like.”

He gestures for me to carry on but I’ve already said too much. “I don’t want to talk about Carlos. You’ll find out soon enough what he’s like.”

But he’s not stopping. “Do you talk to many of the staff he hires?”

That’s not an impossible question to answer so I relax a little. “I don’t talk to anyone. He doesn’t like me to. He says it sends the wrong message.”

His forehead creases. “But you see them?”

I tilt my head and frown across at him. “Of course, I see them. He has security everywhere in the building, and a chef, cleaning staff, clerical staff in his office.”

“But you must talk to some of them?”

I shrug. “It depends on what you mean by talk to? I call the kitchen for food, but I don’t have any need to have conversations with any of them.”

He stares at me, incredulous. “So, you wouldn’t know any by name?”

I’m not sure why he’s asking, and I’m done talking about it. “Carlos keeps me away from everything. I don’t mingle with the staff or get involved in his business. That’s what he wants, and it’s easier that way.”

I get to my feet and this time he doesn’t move to stop me as I collect the bowls we used and dump them in the sink.

I run the tap and rinse them out as he gets up and leans on the countertop so he can watch me. “Guess I’m the exception to Carlos’ rule then?”

I keep scrubbing the dishes, unable to look at him as I answer. “I guess you are.”

He sighs. “So, what do we do about this?”

I keep scrubbing, unable to admit that the incredible experience in bed will be a one-time event. “We call a ceasefire. We quit talking about Carlos and quit talking about me leaving.”

He stays where he is, watching me wash the dishes, with only the sound of the rain pattering overhead.

Seconds pass before he moves around the countertop and stands beside me. “That doesn’t leave much else for us to do.”

My heart starts to pound as he stands behind me and slides his hands to my hips.

He pushes my hair to one side and starts to press kisses to my neck, making shivers travel down my spine. “I’m still not letting you out of my sight,” he murmurs.

I turn around and link my still wet hands around his neck and press my body into his. “Good,” I say before I kiss him.

***

Parker

With her body against mine and her tongue in my mouth, I quit thinking and just enjoy what she’s offering.

I keep kissing her until I’m hard again and from the way she’s moaning, I know she will be ready too.

I walk her back towards the bed, but she shakes her head. “Shower. I want to watch you.”

I start to protest, but she steps back and pouts a little. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

When she runs her finger down her breast and rubs her nipple, I can’t exactly protest, so I kick off my boots, unzip my pants, toss them on the bed and let her pull me outside.

The rain is coming down even harder, but I don’t care, and she doesn’t seem to either.

She makes it to the shelter and turns the shower back on then steps back into the shelter.

With a coy smile on her face, and nipples puckering in the cold, she sits so she’s eyeballing my crotch. “You’re stalling,” she teases.

I chuckle and remove my boxers and my shirt then throw them on the bench beside her.

It’s freezing, until I step under the water. I’m feeling distinctly lonely, until I see her slowly pull the shirt up and over her head.

She leans her head back and slowly starts to suck her finger. My eyes are near bugging out of my head but when I step out from under the water she shakes her head and takes her finger out of her mouth.

She licks her lip. “Get the soap. Whatever you do, I’ll do.”

When I hesitate, she growls and leans her head back. “Do it.”

I narrow my eyes, but this is basically a fantasy of mine, so I do what she says and take the soap and rub it over my chest.

The corner of her mouth lifts and she starts to do the same. Her hands caressing her breasts in time with mine.

I keep my eyes on her, getting hornier with every second as she copies my movements until her nipples are rock hard, and my chest as clean as it’s ever gonna get.

I take the soap and start to wash my cock and feel the jizz start to spill as her mouth opens a little.

True to her word, she opens her legs and slowly slides her hand up her leg so she’s rubbing her bush.

I watch her for a few seconds through the steam, washing my balls and watching her rub and tug her hair.

But I want to see her do everything, and this little game is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, so I ditch the soap, and wrap my hand around my cock, and start to slide it up and down my shaft.

Her breathing increases, but her finger slides lower until she’s rubbing her clit. We work in unison, her finger keeping time with my slow strokes.

I lean on the wall of the lookout and watch as she opens her legs wider and her breathing start to increase.

My hand speeds as I watch, and it takes everything I have not to jerk myself off watching her finger herself.

I don’t know who this woman is, but holy fucking hell, she’s straight up the kinkiest bitch I’ve ever met.

What was Carlos thinking about leaving her up here for two months?

I’m done jerking myself, I want her, and I want to be the one to make her come.

With a growl, I step out of the water and am yanking her up and kissing her before she can tell me otherwise.

I pull her under the shower, drinking her in, kissing her as my hand slides to her pussy.

When she’s as wet as I knew she’d be, I spin her around and lean against the wall so her back is pressed against my chest.

Water cascading down our bodies, I rub her nipples, while she snakes her hand around her waist so she can rub my cock.

I slide my finger inside her and she moans and presses her back harder into me. “Wash me,” she whispers.

I grab the soap and take great pleasure in slowly sliding the soap over her breasts, her nipples, down her belly, and between her legs.

I drop the soap and turn her back around so I can kiss her. Her tongue hits mine and she grabs my hair with one hand and starts to rub my balls with the other.

I kiss her under the water until I can’t stand it anymore. I grab her ass and pick her up.

She wraps her legs around me, and I step out of the shower so I can push her up against the wall.

I slide inside her easily and start to pump her until she’s gripping my shoulders and she’s whispering in my ear. “Fuck me harder.”

I pound her even harder, grunting with the effort as she starts to come, panting in my ear. “Oh, shit, oh shit, I’m coming, I’m coming.”

I keep pumping, watching her mouth opening as pleasure makes her face contort.

When she’s done, I pull out, and put her on her feet, then spin her around. She braces herself against the wall and spreads her legs.

I want to fuck her from behind, but the sight of her ass and her pussy lips makes me get on my knees instead.

I push her legs apart and slide a finger inside as I start to lick her clit. She moans and opens her legs even wider.

Rain mingles with the taste of her as I lick the length of her.

I keep licking and slide a finger inside her as she starts to moan louder. “Take me to bed, Parker. Please. Please take me to bed.”

At the desperation in her voice, I near drag her back into the lookout and don’t even make it to the bed, before I have her on her back on the floor.

She’s so wet, and so into it, I can feel her getting close, so I lick faster, tasting her juice as she gets even more turned on.

I keep licking her until she’s gripping my head and exploding in my mouth. She barely catches her breath, before she pushes me back and climbs on top of me.

She slides over my cock and starts to rock her hips back and forth.

My eyes on her incredible body, I watch her sway and contort as pleasure ripples through me.

I run my hands over her stomach, over her breasts, feeling every inch of her soft skin still damp from the shower, until I’m losing control.

I come, half cussing her out for being so sexy, half thanking her for using me the way she is.

When I’m done, and completely spent she moves off me and gives me a high voltage smile. “I like this truce,” she says.

I start to laugh until my side hurts.