Chapter Fifteen
Robyn was a basket case. Why did Parker have such a profound effect on her? The moment he kissed her, she went spineless, every cell in her body under his control. He was so strong, so purely masculine that she was putty in his hands. His kiss was passion untamed, his rough stubble scraping her cheeks.
When he grabbed her ass, pulling her close, she felt his erection. The man was just as impressive as his brother. The volatile mix of hate and desire she felt for Parker was at a boiling point.
“Don’t compliment me. We both know how you really feel,” she said.
She knew he barely tolerated her during her stay at his house. His hatred for city people was impossible to mask. Robyn represented everything he hated, so she wasn’t going to fall for his tricks again.
“I know how I feel. What about you, baby? You ready to choose a cowboy who shovels horse shit over your high-priced lawyer?” He chuckled. “Don’t try and tell me I judge you because you’re no different. You think you’re too good for us, that’s why you’re running away.”
She wanted to protest, to tell him he was full of shit, but he was right. As usual. She was judging them on their bank accounts, occupation, and education. It was what she’d always done, what all the women she associated with did. Then again, Shelly and the other Barbie dolls in the city didn’t believe love existed, while Robyn still desperately hoped it was real.
She struggled financially, not ready to sell her body for the right account. It was a full-time job trying to keep up appearances, but she kept doing it, kept trying to be accepted.
Parker saw through everything.
“I don’t belong here,” she whispered. Where did she belong? She felt like a leaf on the wind, trying to hide from the past and sabotaging her own happiness at every turn.
“You have a man waiting for you in the city? Or is it the asshole from earlier?”
“I don’t have a man. If I did, I wouldn’t have slept with Yukon,” she said.
He narrowed his eyes. “Do you make a habit of fucking strange men while away on business?”
She shoved him in the chest, but the brick house didn’t budge. “Fuck you.”
“Tell me something real, Robyn. What are you hiding?”
“I’m not hiding anything. I have a great life. I couldn’t be happier.” She felt the burn of unshed tears building up. Her apartment in the city sucked, and the only reason she went out with friends was to avoid focusing on how miserable and lonely she was. Her past kept nipping at her heels, forcing her to up her game to avoid it.
“Yukon may believe all your bullshit, but you can’t fool me.”
“What do you want to hear? That I’m nowhere I hoped to be at my age, that I’m treading water most days, that the older I get the more contracts I lose?” She couldn’t believe she was unloading so much personal baggage to this virtual stranger. “Would that make you happier?”
He smiled. “Was that so hard?” Parker took her hand and led her through the diner. “Marcy, put the drinks on my tab, darlin’,” he shouted to the waitress.
Once outside, he pointed to his truck. The old, navy pick-up with patches of rust screamed masculinity. She’d always convinced herself that a Mercedes or BMW was the measure of a man—God was she ever wrong.
Once in the passenger side, he started up the ignition and drove off.
“Where we going?” she asked.
“Somewhere more private. I want to talk.”
She was done talking. Robyn had already said too much, breaking all her rules. But she didn’t want to be alone, didn’t want to make the long drive back to her hotel. She craved to be near Parker, wanted to see how far he’d push her. If she were honest with herself, she missed the brothers, missed their simple lives together—even if only for a few days.
He didn’t drive too far away, pulling along a winding dirt driveway in the middle of nowhere. They stopped when they reached an old barn. It must have been an impressive red in its heyday, but now it was weather worn, only a faint reminder of the original color.
Parker got out of the truck. “Come on,” he said before shutting the door behind him.
Robyn stepped out, less than gracefully. She really should have changed clothes, but as soon as she’d gotten back to the hotel with Peter, she took the car and went looking for Parker.
“Where are we?” she asked, walking through the tall, unkempt grass. The sun was already setting, the distant forest blurred out into shadows, notes of orange and pink highlighting the clouds. She took a deep breath, savoring the scent of the fields after the rain.
“A secret place.”
He slid open one of the side bay doors, the rusty old rollers breaking the hush of twilight. Hay dust rained down before they entered. She followed behind him as he began to climb up a rickety ladder in the center of the barn. With her high heels and tight skirt, it was a major effort. At least there was no one coming up after her as her skirt was creased at her upper thighs.
When she made it to the top, there was no sign of Parker. She struggled to get to her feet and adjust her clothes. Robyn stepped out of her heels and shrugged out of her jacket, hanging it on a hook. She found Parker standing precariously close to the edge of an open hayloft. The view was breathtaking, rolling hills that seemed to go on forever. Mixed with the morphing sky, it was better than any painting.
“That’s quite a view,” she said. Robyn stood to the side, so she could have part of her body safely behind the wooden planks. It was a long drop down.
“I like to come here when I need to think. In a couple hours, there’ll be more stars than you’ve ever seen.” He had his arms folded over his chest. When he turned his head to the side, his eyes were hypnotic. “Come here.”
She shook her head. “I’m scared of heights.”
“Promise I won’t let you fall.”
Robyn cautiously stepped toward Parker. He was a lot taller than her, his frame twice her size. He took her hand and brought her down to sit with him, their legs dangling over the edge.
“Why are we really here, Parker?”
He chuckled, a deep masculine sound. “I don’t even know,” he said. “I keep telling myself not to waste my time on you. To forget you ever showed up on our doorstep.” He leaned over his knees, looking out onto the darkening horizon. “You must have touched a nerve.”
“I thought you were worried about Yukon.”
“I always worry about him. You don’t think it’s possible for two men to love the same woman?”
She shrugged. “Love’s a big word.”
“Have you ever been in love?”
Robyn didn’t even know what the fuck love was. She’d never been loved and wasn’t even sure what it would look like if she found it. Her friends thought she was crazy for believing in the concept of true love, Shelly even saying she had fairy tale sickness.
The closest she’d come was last week at their house. She’d never felt so carefree and wanted in her life. Maybe she had fallen in love—to two cowboy brothers.
“No, but I’m not even sure there’s such a thing. Maybe it was created by Hallmark or something.”
“There’re different kinds of love, I suppose. I mean, I loved my parents, I love Yukon, I love my truck.” He chuckled. “But when it comes to women, I kind of gave up on that kind of love years ago.”
“Why?”
“I’m forty-five, darlin’. That’s no spring chicken. I think the time for love passed me by when I wasn’t looking.”
That made her sad. He reminded her so much of herself. Robyn also felt like she’d missed the bus.
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Parker should have been home, getting some sleep, not in their old barn with Robyn. He’d told Yukon to forget about her and move on, but here he was, falling for the city girl. There was a sweetness about her, something that made her different. She wasn’t who she said she was, but a woman playing a role not meant for her.
“You don’t look too old,” she whispered.
He looked deep into her eyes. “Who’d fall for a washed-up cowboy like me?”
“Any woman with eyes.”
Parker smiled. “So you like what you see?”
“You’re not too bad for a country boy.”
He felt comfortable with Robyn, a unique connection between them. “What about you? Why no husband?”
“I don’t know.”
“Too busy with work?” he asked. “One day you’ll wake up alone and bitter like me. Don’t make the same mistake.”
“In my circles, women have to be perfect. I’m getting too old to compete in business, never mind finding a man.”
“Where you’re from sounds like a crazy place. It’s simpler here. Right here, right now, you’re more than perfect.” He leaned in, using a hand to bring her face closer. Parker brushed his lips over hers, then kissed her softly, tentatively. This was nothing like the volatile passion at the diner, this felt real—to him anyway.
He expected he’d have his heart broken by Robyn again, but if Yukon could man up and handle it, so could he. Some sins were worth the price.
“I’ll be heading home tomorrow,” she said.
He ignored her, stealing any more words away with his kisses. Parker tugged off his shirt and laid in on the hay behind her. He got to his hands and knees, bringing her away from the edge and under him. “You’re invading my dreams, baby girl. All I can think about is fucking you.”
Parker started unbuttoning her fancy blouse, but lost patience and tugged it open with both hands. Her white lace bra barely contained her big tits, and they jiggled for a few moments.
He leaned down and trailed kissed down her neck to the swell of her breast. She ran her hands over his bare shoulders, her fingers combing into the hair at the nape of his neck. “Parker…”
“Tell me you want me to fuck you, baby.” He kept moving down her body, fiddling with the zipper on her skirt and pulling it all the way off.
“We shouldn’t do this,” she said.
He spread her legs apart, the darkness of her pussy visible through the white panties. Parker ran a finger along her inner thigh until he reached the elastic edge. He slipped two fingers under the fabric, brushing them over her clit. She gasped and bucked, her body a live wire.
“You have no idea how good I can make you feel. Just relax. Forget tomorrow. Today it’s just us.”
She didn’t retort, her lips parted as she fought for breath. He sat up on his knees, staring down at her in just her bra and panties, her legs bent and splayed for him.
He hooked his fingers at the waistband of her underpants and tugged them off, opening her legs again once she was bare. She fought him, trying to keep her knees shut.
“Don’t hide that pretty pussy from me, sweetheart. Let me enjoy myself. You’re my little piece of heaven right now.”
Parker kissed the inside of her knee. He kept his eyes on hers as he worked his way closer to her cunt. He wanted to eat her until she screamed his name. No one would hear her way out here. He’d show her that, unlike city boys, country boys liked to get dirty.
This had been their first barn before the new one was built near the house, and they hadn’t used it for storage in decades. It was still his personal escape from time to time. As a boy, he played here with Yukon, shooting their rifles, drinking their dad’s moonshine, or talking about girls. That was a long time ago.
There was minimal lighting inside the barn now, but enough for him to see her pink folds. His cock strained in his jeans just looking at her gorgeous body. How could any man refuse a woman like Robyn?
He dropped down on his elbows, swiping his tongue up her slick folds. She cried out.
“Parker!” She reached for his head. “What are you doing?”
“Showing you how a man should worship a woman’s body.” He squeezed her thick thighs with his hands, getting comfortable before suckling her clit into his mouth. She squirmed beneath him, grabbing at the hay to her sides. He didn’t give her any reprieve, fucking her with this tongue, licking and sucking her sensitive little bud. Parker could live between her legs.
It didn’t take long for her to relax, her nervous energy fading away as a new wanton desire took over her body. Her legs dropped heavily to the sides, her breathing slow and shallow.
“Oh God, Parker. That feels so good.” Her feminine moans drove him crazy.
He almost let her come. It would only take him a few moments to bring her to a screaming finale, but he wanted to be deep inside her, to feel her milking his cock when it happened.
Parker began to kiss higher, up her stomach toward those beautiful tits. He reached behind her and unlatched her bra, her breasts slipping to the sides when he tossed it.
“So damn beautiful,” he muttered as he cupped her tits, bringing them together. “Big and juicy.” He began to engorge himself on her mountainous cleavage, flicking her nipples with his tongue until she was panting harder.
“Please, Parker.”
“What do you want, baby?”
“I need you.”
Parker braced himself over her body, leaning in to kiss her once on the mouth. “What do you need, Robyn?”
“You. Your cock.”
He smirked. “I like the sound of you talking dirty. Turns me on.” Parker unbuckled and then unzipped his jeans. He released his erection, hard and heavy. “This what you want?”
She nodded, her lips parted.
After kicking off his jeans, he dropped down, kissing her neck and nipping her ear. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
“Make love to me.”