Page 256 of Playing the Pucking Game
But soon.
Real fucking soon.
I kiss the skin I expose at the base of her neck. The second the zipper stops, I lift both my hands and push the fabric from her shoulders.
The dress falls to her feet, and I close my eyes for a beat, preparing myself for what I might see looking back at me in the mirror.
“Linc,” Parker breathes. “Look at me.”
Unable to deny her anything, my eyelids lift, and I look directly into the mirror she’s standing in front of.
Oh, holy fuck.
The lingerie set she’s wearing.
Fuck. My. Life.
The black lace is so delicate that I’m sure I could rip it apart with very little effort.
It’s also very see-through, letting me see her rosy nipples hiding beneath, along with her hairless pussy behind the tiny triangle of fabric that disappears between her legs.
She’s so beautiful. So perfect.
And I really don’t fucking deserve her.
As I make my way back up her body, I find myself captured by her dark, golden eyes. “Why are you holding back?” she whispers, almost as if she’s afraid she might scare me off if she asks the question too loudly.
I take a moment, dragging my bottom lip between my teeth as I try to find the right words.
“Because…the last time we took things too fast, I scared you off. I won’t survive that again.”
64
PARKER
With Linc and Kodie working late, Casey invited me back to their place for dinner.
The second I step through the front door, all I hear is giggling.
It’s infectious, and I soon find myself smiling with them as I kick my sneakers off, abandon my purse, and head for the kitchen to find out what she and Sutton are up to.
I find both of them sitting at the kitchen island with face masks on, and more nail polish than I’ve ever seen scattered across the counter.
“You two look like you’re having fun,” I say as I move closer.
“Parker?” Sutton squeals, hopping off her stool and racing toward me.
“Watch you don’t cover Parker in a face mask goo,” Casey calls.
“We’ve got one for you and Freya, too,” Sutton happily tells me as she wraps her small arms around my waist and squeezes tight.
“Is that right?”
“And Freya is bringing the food. She’s got loads of desserts.”
“Can’t wait. I’m starving,” I say, joining them at the island.
“Good day?” Casey asks.
