Page 31 of Accidentally Falling For My Best Friend (Chicago Awakenings #2)

OAKLEY

October

W ith everything that’s been happening with Parker, I’d almost forgotten that we’d agreed to go to a Halloween Party with the girls tonight.

I love Halloween, and normally I’d jump at the chance to dress up.

Parker and I have had some amazing coordinated costumes over the years.

But tonight, no part of me wants to go out.

It’s a work night, we have a ton of stuff to catch up on in the office after our Bora Bora trip, and I haven’t been able to focus on anything other than hooking up with Parker again.

I’d much rather stay home and keep exploring our new physical relationship than be paraded around some party with a bunch of people I don’t know.

Plus, these costumes are ridiculous. I loved the Wicked movie as much as the next person, but I don’t understand why I need actual straw on my costume.

It’s so uncomfortable. Sage and Aspen wanted to be the good and bad witches, which left us as the scarecrow and tin man.

At least I don’t have to cover my face in silver makeup like Parker.

He’s usually a good sport and wears whatever I get for him, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that he agreed to the paint, but I didn’t expect him to look so hot in it.

“Is my makeup messed up? Why are you staring at me like that?” he asks, eyes wide. He turns, probably to go find a mirror, so I grab his arm to stop him while I laugh.

“No, I was just thinking about how hot you look.”

“With full silver face makeup?” he asks, tone full of disbelief.

“Yeah, it makes your bone structure pop or something. I don’t know. Don’t make it weird,” I tease.

“You’re right. I’m the one making it weird,” he says dryly.

I pat his shoulder, nodding in agreement with a huge grin on my face.

He rolls his eyes, twisting his mouth to the side, obviously trying to hide a smile.

At least we get to spend this holiday together.

Ever since we decided on separate Christmases, I can’t help but question why he’s still even doing the whole fake relationship thing with Aspen.

I know that Parker agreed to it to help her because he’s a good person, and he seemed fine with the holiday plans, but I’ve never spent Christmas without him.

I don’t want to start now. But, he already committed to be there and the girls told their families they’d be coming, so I guess I’ll be fine with my awesome family.

I know that helping Aspen makes Parker happy, and I want him to be happy. I would do anything to make him happy. So, I need to get over myself and stop worrying about a few days apart. It’ll be fine.

“Ready to go then?” he checks, and I gesture for him to lead the way.

Definitely going to be doing that a lot tonight because following him gives me the perfect view of the silver jeans Aspen got him.

They fit like a glove and his ass looks incredible.

I’ve always considered myself to be an ass man, and I can’t believe it took me so long to appreciate how spectacular Parker’s is.

I know he puts in a lot of work to get his bubble-butt, and I would really like to become better acquainted with it .

He seemed surprised the other day when I brought up rimming and anal, but I hope he warms up to the idea soon. I’ll volunteer to be on the giving or receiving end of whatever he’s willing to do. I want to try it all. Especially after discovering how hot it is to blow him.

What else I’ve been missing out on?

“Oakley, can you come in here?” Parker calls out from his bathroom. As soon as we got back from the party, he said something about getting the “stupid makeup off of his fucking face” and disappeared into his room.

“What’s up?” I ask as I round the corner to enter, but I bust out laughing when I see his pissed off expression.

He’s holding a washcloth and it seems like he might have tried to use it to get the paint off because it’s wet, but whatever makeup he’s wearing must be waterproof because there’s very little on the towel and his face is still completely silver.

“Oh, no,” I finally get out in between laughter.

“This isn’t funny!” he insists, sounding alarmed. “It’s everywhere.” He really did commit to the look. There’s silver makeup covering his ears, neck, and even the top of his chest so that it went under the collar of his shirt.

“I’ll call the girls and see if we can borrow makeup remover or something,” I suggest and he visibly relaxes at the idea.

“Okay.”

I call Sage on my way down to their apartment and luckily Aspen has a ton of whatever she used to get the green off of her own face, so after they calm down from their own laughter, they give me a whole bottle of the stuff and I’m back upstairs.

Keeping them as friends is actually really nice.

I was worried that things would be awkward when we ended things, but knowing that we’re all still close and there for each other is cool.

Even the party tonight wasn’t as bad as I had been expecting.

Aspen introduced Parker as her boyfriend to a few people and we took some pictures together, but there wasn’t any fake PDA or anything to be uncomfortable with.

I mostly just hung out with Parker while the girls socialized. Not a bad night.

“This will probably be easier in the shower,” Parker suggests when I show him the bottle.

“Trying to get me naked again?” I tease, waggling my eyebrows suggestively.

“Is everything always sexual for you?” he asks with a laugh.

“Obviously,” I say with a wink before slapping his ass. Fuck it feels even better than it looks.

“Come on brat, strip for me and get in the shower.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I tease.

“I’m not your fucking daddy ,” he scolds, unable to stop himself from laughing at the title.

“Well, you keep calling me a brat and bossing me around, Park. What would you like me to call you?”

“Literally anything else,” he deadpans.

“Hmmmm. What’s something that’s fun but still implies authority?” I called him babe in Bora Bora. It just slipped out and he didn’t seem to even notice, but that’s not the type of nickname I’m going for right now.

“Can’t you just call me Parker or Park like you normally do?”

“Not when we’re both naked. Where’s the fun in that?” I think about it for another moment before the most obvious option comes to me. “Ranger! Like a park ranger, get it?”

Parker just blankly stares at me for a few seconds. “I get the name reference… But I don’t understand how that’s better than my name?”

“It’s fun!” I insist, looking up at him with big eyes.

I start to slowly unbutton his shirt as I use the most over the top sex voice I can manage.

“Come on, Ranger. You’re all dirty. Do you need some help getting cleaned up?

” I wink as I run my hands under his shirt and over his pecs, grazing my thumb over his nipple.

“Not that a big, strong man like you probably ever needs help with anything,” I continue, batting my lashes.

Parker rolls his amber eyes, the almost golden color shining in contrast against his silver skin, but he’s smiling.

“I want to tell you that you’re ridiculous and that this isn’t doing anything for me, but I’m going to need you to cut that shit out before I say fuck the makeup and strip you for a much less practical reason,” he says in a dark tone, as if he’s trying to warn me against something I wouldn’t enjoy.

“Don’t tempt me with a good time,” I respond, quickly pulling my shirt off, ready to get off now and deal with the makeup later.

“Fuck, Oak, orgasms after this itchy shit is off of my face. I want to be able to focus," he says with a playful slap to my ass that has me grinning even more.

“Will there be more spanking, please, Ranger?” I taunt, totally okay with that idea.

“You really are a brat, aren't you?” he asks fondly, and I just shrug, stripping down the rest of the way before I grab the bottle Aspen gave me and a couple extra wash clothes to bring into the shower. Parker joins me and it isn’t easy,I definitely don’t think he could have done it all by himself, but eventually I get all the makeup off.

I barely even groped his muscles as I was soaping him up too.

I feel like I deserve a reward for being so good, ignoring my hard cock the entire time was almost impossible.

“There’s your handsome face!” I say, cupping his cheek with my hand after the last of it’s gone.

“I’m glad my face is still there after all of that scrubbing. Earlier I was hot, but now I’m only handsome, should I put the makeup back on?” he teases .

“Ha-ha. You’re always hot, you know that,” I say, stroking his cheek with my thumb. His eyes are wide though, like he’s surprised by the compliment, so I step forward, going up on my toes to bump my hard cock into his to show him just how attractive I think he is. “See.”

“Fuck, even that feels good,” he groans, grabbing my hips, bending down to line up our cocks as he holds me against him.

Then he wraps his large hand around us both and strokes.

A surprised moan escapes my lips at the sensation of our dicks rubbing together inside of his tight grip.

How did I not know how amazing that could be?

But this shower isn’t meant for multiple people, especially when one of them is as massive as Parker.

We’ve had to switch off who was under the stream of water as we washed up and I know we’d be more comfortable if we got out.

“Want to move to your bed?” I force myself to suggest, not wanting to stop.

“Yeah,” he says, but his hand doesn’t slow its movement on our cocks.

It feels so fucking good, but I also want to try something else tonight. “Come on,” I say laughing, finally stepping back and turning off the water.

“Fiiine,” he groans and we quickly dry off.

I don’t bother wrapping a towel around my waist and head straight to his bed, sitting down on the edge, not-so patiently waiting for him to follow.