Page 72 of The Parkers' Handsome Holiday
I started bouncing on his cock. He pulled my head back farther. I moaned. So did he.
He let me have a bit of control, and I rolled my hips slowly while I worked myself on his dick. I used the side of the tub for balance as I ceased rolling and started bouncing.
“Holy shit,” Cal growled behind me.
Then he released my hair, grabbed both of my hips, and held me in place as he fucked me for all I was worth. I screamed when I came, and he did not relent. He kept going until I came again, and he finished with me, and we both descended into euphoria together.
When he was done, he climbed out of the tub and cleaned himself up. Then he came back and got in the bath with me. I waded over to him and sat on his lap. His cock was hard within moments as I traced the line of his jaw with my index finger and stared into his eyes.
“I wish I could remember you,” I whispered.
His smile was sad as he stroked my hair off my cheeks. He didn’t say anything.
I kissed him. His eyes were heavy when I pulled away. “I hope you’re not going to murder me now that you have me alone,” I teased.
Cal chuckled, and I was glad to hear it. I didn’t want to see sadness in him. It hurt too much. “That is the last thing I would ever want.”
“Said every serial killer ever.”
He laughed again and shook his head at my silliness. Then that sad smile crept back onto his face.
I kissed him again, hoping it would go away, but it didn’t. “What are you thinking about, Cal?”
He put his hands on my knees. He ran his palms up my thighs to rest them on my hips. “When we get back to Pittsburgh, there’s someone I need you to meet. Someone who I think will help with all this better than I ever could.”
“Why does this make you sad?”
He looked down into the bubbles between us. “I’m afraid that everything is going to change.”
I cupped his face in my hands and smiled at him. “Nothing could change how I feel about you, Cal. Nothing.”
Even that didn’t erase the sadness from his eyes.
Clearly, he knew something I didn’t.
29
CALLUM
It was snowing in Pittsburgh when we landed. After getting our luggage at baggage claim, we rooted around through our bags to find warmer coats to walk from the terminal to the parking garage where we had left my car the previous morning.
As we walked through the airport, I told Lina I had to make a stop first.
“Where?” Lina asked.
“To see the person who I think has the best chance of helping you remember. The situation is tricky, though. I want to go alone first and clear it with them. Find out if it’s a good idea or not.”
“Oh,” Lina said, her eyes falling from me to the tile floor we were crossing. “All right.”
“I’ll take you back home first,” I said. “You can have the place to yourself for a bit. I’ll pick Ash up on my way back.”
“Okay. Maybe I’ll start dinner.”
“You don’t have to—”
“Cal, it’s all right. I want to. Besides, wasn’t I Asher’s nanny or something? Shouldn’t I be doing that stuff anyway?”
I hid my grimace. “Right.”
