When I knocked on Mason’s door, he opened it like I was crazy.

“Why did you knock? It wasn’t locked was it?”

I walked in the door behind him. “Umm, no.” Why the fuck did I knock on the door?

He pulled two beers out of the fridge, and I sat down at his kitchen bar. Livy was in the house somewhere. I knew because I dropped her off here earlier this morning. His house was filled with the scent of her, and I wanted nothing more than for that smell to linger in my home every day.

“What the fuck happened the other day? I wish you could have been there to see Emily’s face when she realized you weren’t coming. I thought she had been possessed.” He chuckled and handed me one of the beers.

“Yeah.” I laughed with him. “Our talk wasn’t the most pleasant thing in the world.”

“I’d say.”

We sat in awkward silence for a moment, something that never happened with us, and suddenly I felt like I was in high school again. I wasn’t exactly sure how to tell one of my oldest best friends that I was insanely in love with his sister.

“Mason, I…” I took a deep breath.

“How did she react when you told her you were in love with Livy?”

My eyes jumped to his, and he had a large smirk on his face.

“Do you two think I’m stupid?” He crossed his arms.

“How long have you known?” I took a drink of my beer.

“Oh Lord.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Probably since we were sixteen. You always wanted to hang out at the house when she was there, and you always pushed me to let her hang out with us.”

“Huh.” I chuckled. “I guess I never really did get it past you then.”

“Not a chance.” He looked down the hall toward his bedrooms. “You know you could have just told me though, right?”

“I know.” I nodded. “I was just worried.”

“We’re best friends, Parker. Nothing will change that. Unless you hurt her again, of course. Then I’m going to have to kick your ass.” He pointed his beer at me to prove his point.

“I won’t hurt her.” I stared him in the eyes to let him know I was serious, “But if on some off chance that I do, then I’ll let you try.”

“Yeah, right.” He laughed before yelling Livy’s name.

She came down the hall a moment later dressed in a pair of yoga pants and a tank top. I hadn’t told her that I was coming here because I knew she would want to tell Mason together, but Mason was my best friend, and it was something we had to do alone.

She was lifting her hair in her hands as she made her way into the kitchen, wrapping it in a knot on top of her head, and she stopped in her tracks when she saw me.

“Oh. Hey, Parker.” She turned her back to me and grabbed a water out of the fridge.

“Hey.”

Mason winked at me with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Livy, do you have any plans tonight?”

“No.” She leaned against the counter and all I could think about was all the things I had done to her on Staci’s kitchen counter. “Why? What’s up?”

“Well your boyfriend here,” he waved his hand out to me and Livy choked on her water, “was just asking for my permission to take you on a date tonight.”

I rolled my eyes at him, but Livy’s mouth was wide open.

“You told him?” Her eyes bounced back and forth between her brother and me.

“He didn’t tell me that you two were official now, but you just confirmed it.” He smirked at his sister.

“I didn’t say that.” Her gaze flew to me then back to her brother. “We’re just… we’re just hanging out,” she stammered.

“We’re official.” I took another sip of my beer.

“Parker!” She turned back toward me clearly uncomfortable with having this talk in front of her brother.

“What, babe? It’s the truth. You’re mine.” I shrugged my shoulders. It was the truth, and it was simple.

“You don’t get to just tell me that I’m yours.” She crossed her arms over her chest, which caused her breasts to look amazing.

“I just did.”

“You are such a caveman,” she huffed.

“I’m pretty sure you told me once that you swoon when I act all territorial over you.” I smiled, but she didn’t.

“Oh, young love.” Mason wrapped his arm around his sister. “All that I ask is that you take your makeup sex to Parker’s house. I can deal with the two of you dating, but I can’t deal with having to listen to it.” He placed a kiss on Livy’s head before he disappeared into the back of the house.

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“I can’t believe you still have this place. It looks amazing.” I looked around the property of his house, a house that once belonged to his grandparents, and a place that held so many memories.

“Yeah. Papa left it to me when he passed. I’ve been slowly working on getting it in better shape.”

The house was the same crisp white that I remembered, but instead of chipping paint, the years of wear had been sanded off and repainted. The flowerbeds that were completely overgrown the last time I was here were now cleared out and lined with rows and rows of flowers.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here.” I looked up at him, and he was watching me. “For Papa. I loved him so much. You know?”

“He knew.” He pulled me closer to him. “And he loved you too.”

I nodded my head as I swallowed down my emotions.

“You should have heard him when you left.” Parker chuckled. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard him yell at me like that.”

“Ouch.” I grinned.

“Yeah. He told me that I was the biggest idiot he had ever met.”

We were walking the edge of the small river that ran along the property line, and as I watched the water ripple over the rocks, I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Papa was a pretty smart man.”

Before I even realized what was happening, Parker swooped me up in his arms and held me over the water.

“Parker!”

“Are you saying that you agree with him?” He was grinning, a huge fucking grin, and I loved it.

I gripped my arms tightly around his neck. “I’m not saying that I don’t.”

I squealed as he pretended to drop me in the water and I held on tighter.

“Do not drop me in this water, Parker James. It’s probably freezing.”

“Oh, I’m sure it is, but you are going to have to do better than that.”

“What do you want?” I begged while laughing uncontrollably.

“First, you can tell me how wonderful I am.” He thought about it for a moment. “Then we’ll go from there.”

“Not happening.”

He swooped down, the tips of my hair running through the water and splashing against my back.

“Oh my God! That’s freezing!”

He smiled down at me. “I’m waiting.”

“Fine.” I huffed. “Parker, you are wonderful.”

He shook his head. “Details, woman. Details.”

I couldn’t stop my laughter. “Well, you’re really good at tattooing.” I tapped my chin. “You’re also really nice to look at.”

He rolled his eyes.

“What about my bedroom skills?” His dimple popped out, and I wanted to trace it with my tongue.

“Well… I’ve only had a test drive really. You know how easily things can go wrong with the motor as soon as you get it home.”

He growled and dropped me down into the water. I squealed as the water engulfed me, the cold water a shock to my skin. He laughed as he tried to move away from me, but I grabbed his leg causing him to trip and fall into the water beside me.

The splash of water hit me in the face, and I wiped my eyes to get rid of the river water and the tears.

“I can’t believe you did that.” He splashed more water at me as he moved his body over mine.

“You did it first! There was no way I was going in here alone.”

He searched my face as I tried to control my laughter. I couldn’t remember a time when I had felt this happy.

He brushed my hair out of my face before gripping my chin in his hand.

“You are so fucking beautiful.”

He leaned up brushing his lips against mine, and I no longer cared about the ice-cold water that surrounded me. As soon as his lips touched mine, I got lost in him.

He stood up, his white t-shirt completely see-through and showing off the ink that covered his abs. I watched him as he moved, his jeans stuck to his legs, his hair in disarray.

He leaned down and gripped me in his arms like I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his waist and stared at him. He was devastatingly handsome. His green eyes bright, his jaw sharp. I traced my finger over his full lips before he bit down on my fingertip. I groaned as his mouth closed around my finger, and he started moving us back toward the house.

I pressed my lips against his neck and licked the river water from his skin. His arms tightened around me, and I bit down on him. I could feel him at my center every time he walked, and when he finally slammed my back against the house, I was a writhing mess.

Using his hips to pin me against the siding, he ripped my shirt over my head and unhooked my bra. As the straps fell down my arms, I knew I should have been thinking about his neighbors catching us, but they were far enough away and frankly, I didn’t give a damn.

“Remind me to thank, Staci.” He mumbled against my skin as he traced the curve of my breast with his tongue.

“For what?” I looked down at him, watching him feast on my skin, and there was not a more beautiful sight in the world.

“These.” He flicked his tongue against my nipple ring as his hand gently squeezed the other.

I threw my head back against the house, the sensation almost too much to bear.

He dropped me to my feet, before he fell to his knees, and ripped my yoga pants from my legs.

He didn’t give me a moment to catch my breath before he placed my leg over his shoulder and his mouth against my pussy. I barely managed to hold my own weight as my leg began to shake under his assault, and he could tell too. He ran his hand slowly down my trembling leg, and when he reached my knee he pulled it over his shoulder as well.

My shoulders pressed into the house, my weight was supported by his shoulders, and sanity was slowly slipping away with each flick of his tongue.

I gripped my fingers in his wet hair, and I screamed out his name when he sucked my clit into his mouth. I was falling hard.

My legs clenched around his head as my orgasm rushed through my body. My head slammed against the house, and my nails dug into my thighs.

I was on fire.

He continued to press soft kisses against me, and he slowly made his way up my body as he put each of my feet back to the ground.

His tongue ran against my neck and an aftershock of pleasure ran through my body.

“I need you in my bed,” he whispered in my ear before gently sucking my earlobe into his mouth.

I nodded my head because I didn’t trust my voice, and he lifted me up again, pushing the door open and walking into the house.

I tried to take in the home around me as he stormed through it, but his tongue was pressed against my neck and my body was pressed against his still wet clothing. Lust was coursing through my veins, and the only thing I could think about was how badly I needed him.

We crashed into a small table when I pressed my mouth against his, and I faintly heard something crash to the ground. I tugged at Parker’s shirt, trying my hardest to pull it over his head. The fabric clung to his skin, but eventually, I managed to get it off. I laid my hands against his chest as he started making his way up the stairs. I ran my tongue over the date tattooed on his chest, and he tripped slightly, almost knocking us over.

He pressed my back against the wall, and he kissed me. A desperate fucking kiss. I could feel every bit of myself being taken by him with ever second that passed. I couldn’t breathe with his mouth against mine, but he breathed for me. I couldn’t think, but I didn’t need to when he controlled my body so easily.

He kicked his bedroom door open when we finally made it to the top of the stairs, and he threw me down on the bed with a bounce.

I sat up on my elbows watching him as he pulled his jeans and underwear from his legs. I squirmed as he made his way over to me, and I squealed when he gripped my ankle and jerked me to the end of the bed in one quick motion.

He looked down at me, his eyes on fire. “What do you want, Livy?”

There were so many things that I wanted in that moment, but as I looked up at his incredible body, there was only one thing that was on my mind.

“I want you in my mouth.”

He groaned, his dick jumping at my words, and as he leaned his head back trying to control himself, I gripped him in my hands and got to my knees in front of him.

His skin was so smooth under my touch. I ran my fingers down the length of him before I pressed my lips to the tip of him. His hand gripped my hair, a bite of pain that only seemed to turn me on more, and I stared up into his eyes when his cock pressed past my lips and into my mouth.

He watched me, he fucking watched me like he never wanted to see anything else, and I felt myself become wetter under his gaze.

I circled my tongue around his tip before taking him as deep as I could. When he hit the back of my throat, his thighs shook under my hands.

His hands tightened in my hair as I hollowed out my cheeks, and he thrust into my mouth, his control gone.

I let him fuck my mouth, and I ate up every groan and every tremble. When he pulled out of my mouth, he put his hands under my arms and lifted me until I was facing him.

His hand tightened around my neck, and he forcefully pulled me against him, his mouth bruising my lips.

He lifted me in the air, my legs instantly going around his waist, and he pressed my back against the wall as he thrust into me.

I gripped his shoulders in my hands as he slammed his hips into mine. His touch was almost punishing, but I ate it up. I needed it. I wanted it. Harder, faster.

He bit down on my collarbone, and I felt myself tighten around him. His hands were gripping my ass and his eyes were watching where he slammed into me.

“God, Livy.” His voice was breathless. “I will never get enough of you.”

“I hope not.” I chuckled but stopped the moment his tongue flicked against my nipple.

“Tell me you love me,” he demanded while looking straight in my eyes.

“I love you, Parker.”

He slammed into me again, and I fell apart around him.

“Fuck.”

I was spiraling.

“Parker.”

I couldn’t see anything past him.

“Oh God.”

He gripped my thigh in his hand lifting it against my chest, and he thrust into me until he fell over the edge with me.

Our bodies were covered in sweat and river water, and I never wanted to come down from the high.

I would take being bad with Parker James a million times over being good with anyone else.