Page 2 of The Complication
“Fuck me harder. Please…Declan…harder.”
To torture him, I slowed, shifting to short, shallow thrusts.
“Bastard! Fuck me! Do it!” He shouted as he lifted his ass higher, trying to change the angle. “Fuck me so hard. I want my boss to know what I was doing when he sees me limping through the office tomorrow.”
A new image filled my brain of Parker’s beautiful bodyhidden away under a dark suit, a hitch in his step, each movement careful and tense as he crossed the office, a file clenched unnecessarily tight in his hand. Just a line of tension around his mouth from the hint of pain that still plagued the hole I’d destroyed the night before.
And like that, what control I’d gained snapped. I gripped his hips and pounded into him. Parker howled under me, accompanying the loud slaps of our damp skin. The smells of sex and sweat filled the small bedroom. Under us, the bed groaned and the headboard slammed into the wall, but I couldn’t stop. Parker kept chanting my name, begging and shouting for it harder and deeper, as if my cock were the only thing that would keep him alive.
His left hand flashed across the sheets to slide underneath him and wrap around his dick. It didn’t seem like he’d enjoyed more than a dozen awkward strokes before he was screaming his release.
His body tensed and the muscles in his tight channel clamped down, squeezing me even tighter as I fucked him through his orgasm. My own broke free at last. Electric bliss lit up every nerve ending as I emptied myself into the damn condom. The world went white, and static filled my ears over the pounding of my heart. Everything was washed clean.
I remained still, soaking in those last blessed moments of ecstasy as I waited for my brain to fully kick in. When my breathing inched toward normal and I didn’t feel as though I were in danger of falling, I pulled free of Parker’s body. My companion let his legs slide out from beneath him and stretched out on the bed, a low moan rattling from his chest.
“Get me a towel,” Parker mumbled into the sheets as I shuffled off to the bathroom.
“No.”
His airy laugh chased after me, but I closed the door against it. After I dealt with the condom, pissed, and washedmy hands, I returned to the bedroom to find Parker had only rolled over onto his back while I was gone.
“You wanna stay and go another round?” One corner of his wide mouth tilted up, and his dark hair was a messy halo about his head. A pleasant flush colored the cheeks of his narrow face, which only made his ghostly pale-gray eyes stand out more.
Parker Cain wasn’t handsome in a conventional way. His features were too sharp and harsh. His cheekbones were prominent in his lean face, and his jaw was a hard line that ended in a pointed chin. Even his mouth was a flat, mean line. The only softness that could be found was inside that mouth. He reminded me more of that handsome movie villain the female lead was always attracted to, even though you knew he was going to do something horrible to her by the end of the first act.
“You’re out of condoms,” I replied as I picked up my boxers from where I’d dropped them, and pulled them on.
“What?” Parker lurched upright to sit on the edge of his bed while digging through the nightstand. I was buckling my belt when his laughter rang out through the room, and he flopped on the mattress with a bounce. It was his fault that there would be no second round today. “Whatever.” He turned those devilish eyes on me and licked his lips. “Sucking each other is fun, too.”
My dick attempted to answer with a throb of interest, but I squashed that idea. “No. I have work to do.”
Parker sighed. “Boring.” But he didn’t attempt to change my mind. He pushed off the bed and walked over to the dresser, where he pulled out a pair of shorts. He slipped those on as I finished dressing.
As I followed him down the hall to the front door of his apartment, my gaze slipped through the open doorway to the other bedroom that was stuffed full of painted canvas, wooden easels, and paint supplies. I’d glimpsed the contents of thatroom on my first visit to his place and had made the mistake of assuming he worked as a professional artist full-time.
In the living room, there was the standard sofa and coffee table, but we rarely spent any time there. Falling off the sofa once was enough to teach me that it was safer to fuck him against the wall or on the bed. But today, the coffee table held a stack of pink and yellow baby clothes and a large box for a car seat.
“Someone in your family have a baby?” The words tumbled off my tongue before I could catch them.
When Parker and I had started sleeping together, we’d been careful to keep it impersonal. Yet, this had been going on for roughly nine months, and I found we were both slipping up and asking questions. I couldn’t help it. As insane as Parker seemed, he was an intriguing guy. Something inside me craved more information about him. Each nugget I received was a tiny treasure that I hoarded.
“Huh?” Parker spun around, his eyes searching the living room to finally settle on the coffee table. “Oh! My best friend, Molly, had her first about six months ago. She ordered some stuff, but had it delivered to my house by mistake. I’m supposed to drop it off tomorrow.” He paused and cocked his head slightly to the side as he stared at me. “Do you have any kids?”
“No!” I gasped and even lurched back a step. The very idea was horrific.Kids? Me? Never. Absolutely not.
Parker laughed so hard, he stumbled drunkenly to his left and had to catch himself on the wall to keep from falling over. “Oh, my fucking God. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Funny.” I glared at him, but it had zero effect as always.
“Man…wow…I’m dead,” Parker panted, still trying to drag his giggles under control. “Got it. No kids for you.”
“No. No kids. Ever. It would not be a good match.”
Parker shrugged. “I’ve never given it much thought myself. Maybe later in life.” He continued to the front door,appearing as if he didn’t have a care in the world. He held the door open for me and pushed a tight smile onto his lips. “Same time next week?”
“I’ll contact you if something comes up.”
“Same.” And then he added because he couldn’t seem to help himself. “See you at the office on Monday,Boss.”
