Chapter 20

You’re lying if you’ve never looked at the state of your bank account and considered the benefits of prostitution.

-Parker to Rafe

Parker

“This traffic is goddamn awful,” I told the empty cab. “Jesus Christ. I don’t want a Christmas present bad enough to fight this shit. Why should you?”

Nobody answered, which was honestly a given, seeing as nobody was with me.

But the Christmas traffic was driving me in-fucking-sane.

It was still ten days away, and everyone was acting like it was Christmas Eve and the hours were counting down.

I seriously did not see the point.

Christmas was a joke of a holiday, anyway.

Nobody remembered the real reason for the season. They only saw what they wanted to see, and that was a fuckin’ present to be had.

Kids didn’t know why they were celebrating. They only knew that they were getting presents.

Hell, I’d been in the mall parking lot earlier, picking up a tow, when a fight had broken out between a parent and a child.

It’d been over, from what I gathered, something that the mother said that the child couldn’t have because it was too expensive.

After the kid screamed at the mom at the top of his lungs about how ‘unfair life is,’ he got into their Escalade and picked up his iPhone.

Hell, when I was the kid’s age, I was lucky to get dinner.

I didn’t have a cell phone until I was nineteen and could afford to buy one myself.

My phone rang as I was thinking about it, and I placed it to my ear.

“Hello?”

“This is Bryant Humble. You called me about my place that’s for sale?”

“Yeah,” I put the truck in park. “Can I come out and look at it?”

“I’ll be there this afternoon from twelve on. I’m cleaning out the rest of our stuff. You’re welcome to come look while I’m there. Let me know when you get there, and I’ll come down and open the gate for you.”

After agreeing, I hung the phone up, then looked back at the man who was still getting shit out of his truck.

I’d been sitting in the same exact spot for well over twenty minutes with my truck idling. His SUV had been loaded up for almost all of those minutes. It’d only been when I’d gotten the last chain on that he decided that maybe he needed his Christmas gifts out of the back.

Which then turned into him and his wife cleaning the entire fucking SUV out instead of just grabbing the presents.

Now I was waiting for him to hand down what looked to be the tire iron.

I sighed and ran my finger over my phone, wondering what Kayla was doing.

She’d been at the office when I’d left, filing paperwork.

I’d brushed my hand across her ass as I’d left, and she’d mock glared at me. Then had blown me a kiss.

On a whim, I texted her.

Parker: Want to look at a house with me

Kayla: Sure. When?

Parker: Now

Kayla: Are you picking me up?

Parker: Yes, if you don’t mind the bike.

Kayla: It’s cold AF outside.

Parker: What does AF mean

Kayla: As fuck.

Parker: I have an old leather jacket and some chaps in my closet in my room. They were mine before boot camp. I think they might fit your scrawny thighs

Kayla: Only you would think my thunder thighs were scrawny. LOL

Parker: They’re scrawny compared to mine

Kayla: Do I have to wear pants underneath them?

Parker: If you want your ass to be covered….

Kayla: I meant, can I wear my leggings since that’s what I’m wearing. Or do I need to change into jeans?

Parker: Jeans should always be what you wear when you’re on a motorcycle. I don’t care who you ride with. Your uncles. Me. You wear pants. Other than the leathers, they’ll do the best job of protecting your legs in case you happen to lay the bike down.

Kayla: Yes, daddy.

Parker: I’m not your father, dear.

Kayla: I know that. But you’re acting like one.

Parker: No, I’m acting like someone who cares about you and wants to make sure that your legs are always able to wrap around my head when I’m going down on you.

Kayla: Is it hot in here, or is it just me?

Parker: I’m currently sitting in nineteen-degree temperatures waiting for a man to get all the shit out of his car that he wants. I think it’s just you.

Kayla: I’ll see you when you get here…when will that be exactly?

Parker: Probably in about an hour. Don’t eat. We’ll grab some chicken from the gas station.

Kayla: You’re literally my hero. Be safe. See you in a few. <3

I stared at that heart for quite a long time, wondering what it meant.

She said she loved me. My only worry was that she’d said that in the heat of the moment and may not have meant it after her heart rate had settled.

My hope was that it was really how she felt, but she hadn’t repeated it nor had she even brought it up in any of our conversations again.

I needed to find a way to address it again without being too obvious about my feelings in the process. Because I couldn’t have this being only one-sided. I needed her with me.

An hour later, I backed the company truck into a parking spot at the back of the lot.

My eyes were trained on my rearview mirror, so I didn’t actually see her come down the steps that led up to our apartments until I’d put the truck in park and started to get out.

With one foot on the ground, and the other still in the truck, I finally saw what she was wearing.

And felt my dick get stiff within milliseconds of my eyes landing on her.

Why?

Because she was in leather.

Her hair was wild and free, her shirt was tight underneath my old leather jacket, which was huge on her.

Though I hadn’t been big like I was now back before I left for boot camp, I’d still been fairly tall yet lanky.

But with the boots that Kayla had on her feet, paired with the tight jeans that I could just barely see as she walked toward me with my chaps on—goddamn, I was a goner.

I got out, slammed the truck door shut, and then hit the keyless locking button on the door handle.

The moment the locks clicked, I strode toward her with purpose written in my walk, as well as on my face.

She was busy digging through her purse, so she didn’t see me coming until I was already there.

By the time she smiled, I was in her face.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded. “Need to go inside for a second. Come with me?”

I would’ve carried her at this point, but I was honestly worried that if I touched her, I’d damn well take her in the middle of the parking lot—or against her car.

Needless to say, I needed her to walk inside of her own volition, which she did.

“Did you forget something?” she asked as she hurried up the steps in front of me.

I swallowed hard at seeing her heart-shaped ass framed perfectly with the black leather of my old chaps.

They were way loose on her—but my God.

Oh, good goddamn.

I squeezed both hands into fists and hastened my step.

I literally had one more flight and a hallway.

I can do this. I can do this. I can do this, I chanted to myself.

We made it to the top of the stairs when her purse slipped free from her shoulder and clattered to the ground. Everything inside of it spilled out, and she hissed out a breath before bending over.

In my face.

I groaned.

I was not that strong of a man—at least not when it came to her.

After driving in Christmas traffic, pairing that with the way it got my adrenaline pumping…yeah, my control was just shot.

My hands moved to her hips, and I pulled her back so her ass met the cradle of my hips.

My erection pressed against her backside, and she drew in a sharp breath at the feel of me against her.

“Parker…”

“Gonna fuck you now,” I said, then reached around her and unzipped and unbuttoned her jeans.

She started to protest, but the words stalled in her throat as I started to unbuckle her belt.

They were the kind that had an individual belt that held them up instead of attaching to a belt like some did.

Once I had her jeans unfastened, I pushed them down over her hips, leaving the chaps still in place.

Thank God they were so loose, otherwise this would never have worked.

With the way the chaps were designed, I was only able to get her jeans down to about mid-thigh—but it was enough.

Enough that I could see the slit of her pussy—see her entrance—see the fucking promise land.

It was the single most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life. Hands down

Seeing her bent over at the top of the stairs, my chaps the only thing keeping her partially concealed, with her jeans around mid-thigh? It’d be my go-to material from now on until I died.

I just knew it.

I knew that I couldn’t wait any longer.

It took about five seconds to pull my cock out of my jeans and another three to line up to her entrance and start sliding inside.

I was immensely grateful when I put my cock to her entrance and found that she was already wet.

Then again, it seemed like all I had to do was touch her in a certain way, and she was ready for me.

Thank God for that.

Because I was so ready for her that I might’ve literally come against her fucking leg if I had to do any touching.

“Parker!” she cried out as I breached her entrance.

I groaned loudly as my cock was fully engulfed by her wet heat. My eyes nearly crossed when she started to pulse around me.

“Sweet baby Jesus,” she breathed, wiggling her hips. “Move, God!”

I moved.

I moved roughly, holding onto her hips as I fucked her on the stairs.

In fact, I became so engrossed in what I was doing that I almost missed the sound of someone on the stairs below me.

Almost.

Hearing the steps—thank God they were coming slow, I pulled out quickly, helped her to her feet, and then bent over for her phone, lip gloss, and purse.

The change I left where it was because we didn’t have time to get out of the way before whomever it was climbing the stairs rounded to the second tier.

But, I couldn’t get us into either of our apartments quickly enough.

So, I settled for second best and pinned her against the wall in the shadows right past the stairwell.

Pressing her back against the wall, I put my hand with her things in it up above her head and pressed it against the wall.

My other hand went to her pussy, which I started to play with, while I waited for whomever it was that was coming to get the hell gone.

When she started to cry out in surprise, I shut her up with my mouth.

In retaliation, she reached for my cock and started to work it, keeping pace with my own movements.

The shuffling of steps stopped on our floor and then moved past us down the hallway.

I broke the kiss and looked at whomever it was over my shoulder.

The UPS guy.

I turned back around and gave Kayla a grin, then curled my fingers into her g-spot and stroked it.

Her head went back as I felt her orgasm take her.

Just the sight of her falling over the edge did me in, and I couldn’t hold back my own orgasm any longer.

We both came.

Her on my fingers. Me on her belly.

I was so going to hell, and I was going to take her right along with me.

***

We arrived at the house forty-five minutes later, after four wrong turns and a stop at a gas station to ask directions—which had been Kayla’s idea, not mine.

But she capitalized on the stop by grabbing a large pack of gummy worms, an Icee, and a burrito that looked like it’d been fried last night.

She inhaled the damn thing, too.

I wasn’t sure she even had a chance to taste the contents before we were back on the road.

“I’m not sure there’s a running bathroom here,” I looked over at her once we got off the bike. “If you have to go…you’ll have to use the woods.”

She flipped me off. “I won’t have to go. I eat those all the time. I’ve never had a problem yet.”

“Yet.” I pointed out the significant word in her statement. “That place was a dive.”

She shrugged. “The dives are sometimes the places that have the best food.”

“If you say so…”

She ripped open the saved bag of gummy worms, and I rolled my eyes and turned back to the front.

The place had been hard to find because it was hidden deep in the woods with trees lining the majority of the property lines. The manicured lawn was essentially hidden from the road. I wasn’t sure if I liked that or not.

On one hand, having privacy was nice. However, if they couldn’t see me, I couldn’t see them.

“It’s nice,” Kayla supplied as she sidled up beside me. “I was expecting worse.”

Honestly, I was, too.

Kayla had found this particular place on a Facebook post of all places, and the photos of the outside didn’t really do it justice.

The yard was covered with junk, and honestly, it didn’t look all that appealing in the photos.

But the thought of a four-bedroom, two-bath house that was twenty-two hundred square feet, with a massive wrap-around porch, on thirty-five acres for only two hundred thousand was massively appealing.

Even if I did have to do some work to it.

But, with all the junk cleaned up, it actually looked quite nice.

Although, we hadn’t seen the inside yet.

“Can we just go in?” she questioned.

I shrugged and started heading to the door.

She followed closely behind. Once we climbed up the steps to the porch, I knocked and waited for someone to answer.

They didn’t, so I shrugged and went on inside without an invitation.

Kayla hissed at me that we weren’t allowed to just walk inside, but I disagreed. “He knows I’m coming.”

Kayla murmured something under her breath. “Probably going to die because he doesn’t expect us to just walk in.”

My lips turned up into a smirk, and I looked down at her and offered her a wink.

We made it all the way through the house, and I was pleasantly surprised again.

“This place could work,” I said. “It needs some fresh paint. New flooring. Updated appliances, and an overhaul of the kitchen and bathrooms, but those are all easy fixes. The integrity of the house is exceptional.”

Just as I said that the door to the kitchen opened, and a man who looked to be around his eighties entered.

“Hello,” I said, offering him my hand.

He took it and nodded back to me. “Glad you could make it. What did you think of the house?”

“Tell him you’ll take it,” Kayla whispered.

I rolled my eyes. “If you’re still up for selling, I think I’ll take it.”

Kayla’s nails dug into my back as she practically bounced with excitement.

Seems I wasn’t the only one enthusiastic about this new chapter of my life.