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Parker

“ W hat do you mean, no?”

“I mean, we’re going to talk, so talk. Tell me exactly what’s going through that head of yours right now.”

I close my eyes, counting back from five. I really hate being put on the spot. “Ugh.”

“I’m here, Parker. I’m not going anywhere. This is what we have to do, right? Talk?”

I roll my eyes playfully. “Yes, but like, I thought we would be having more sexy times right now. Not serious talks.”

“We need to do both. I will always want sexy times with you, Parker. But honest conversations are just as important. So I’ll tell you what? You tell me what’s going through your head and then we’ll jump back into touching one another.” He kisses my forehead, and I burrow deeper into his chest.

“Fine.” I build up my courage not just because I want to get straight to the sex, but because Marcus deserves my truth and my thoughts. No matter how much they may piss me off. “I keep apologizing because I feel like shit. If I hadn’t given in to the thoughts in my head, then we never would have split up. So, in the back of my mind, it’s always there. Every touch, every interaction between us, I’m constantly being reminded of the past. Of my decision. My mistake.”

Marcus sits straight up, causing me to fall onto the bed. “What?” I ask, scrambling to catch myself.

“We can’t keep having this same discussion. I know it’s hard, and it fucking sucks, but for us to move on, we have to actually move on. So, that’s what we’ll do, okay? No more talking about the past. We’re going to start over and start fresh. Whenever you hear the thoughts in your head that are telling you something is wrong. Talk to me. I’ll quiet those thoughts for you. And that’s all we can do. Okay?”

“Okay,” I whisper, my heart in my throat. I don’t know what I did to deserve a second chance with this amazing man, but I won’t take it for granted. “So, does that mean we can go on dates?”

Marcus barks out a laugh, laying back down on the bed. “Yeah, Parker, we can go on dates.”

It’s been a week since we got back from Aruba. And while it’s been hard to trust that things have changed, Marcus has helped keep the negative thoughts at bay. He hasn’t slept over since the first night we got back, but he’s messaged me ‘ Good morning ’ as soon as he wakes up and he calls me each night before he goes to sleep. While the negative thoughts sometimes pop up, he’s helping to quiet them down.

I met with my therapist this week as well and that has been a tremendous help. She forces me to talk about the bad things and helps me to focus on myself. Which was what I needed. A day to sit and talk through everything. She had no qualms about Marcus and me rekindling our relationship, as long as I stay open and honest.

I jump up on the balls of my feet, pulling my white skinny jeans up my legs. Once they’re on, I button them up, then turn around, checking in the mirror to make sure my ass looks good. I wiggle it around, making sure my lace isn’t showing through the material. After checking myself out in the mirror, I throw a blush pink top on.

“Oh, eat your heart out, Marcus. You won’t be able to keep your hands off me,” I whisper, twerking in the mirror.

This is our first official date since getting back together, and I planned everything down to a T. We’re going to go out to one of Marcus’ favorite sports bars where we can pig out on wings and beer. Then I’m going to take him to the edge of town where there’s a drive-in movie theater. Then we’re going to end the night with me in the new lace set I bought to show off.

There are two raps on my front door, and I take off, skidding to a stop right before I pull it open. I shake out my hands, hyping myself up before opening the door. Marcus stands before me in black jeans and a black polo shirt. He looks me up and down, licking his lips as his eyes devour me.

“Fuck, you look good, Parker,” he rasps, leaning forward to kiss my forehead.

“Thank you. So do you.” I preen, looking down at my outfit again. It’s nothing special, but I know how good I look in the color pink.

“Ready to go?”

“Yes.”

I link my arm in his as we head toward the elevator. We spend the entire ride to the sports bar talking about Aruba and jokingly laughing at all the texts Kendra has sent us over the past week. She and Tim have been having a blast visiting other areas, keeping us updated with her pictures. We spend a little time in the sports bar, stuffing our faces full of buffalo wings. It’s the most free I’ve felt in a long time.

“Do you remember that time we went snorkeling?” I ask, licking the sauce off my fingers.

“How could I forget? That’s the time I got stung by the jellyfish and you stood by giggling and laughing the whole time.”

Tossing my head back, I chuckle loudly. “Oh my god, it wasn’t funny, but at the same time, it was. The way you were squealing in that high-pitched sound. You sounded like a ten-year-old girl.” I joke, reminiscing about that time. “Remember the way you bolted out of the water, tripping on a sandcastle and tumbling face-first into the sand?” I howl harder, slamming my hands down on the table.

“I don’t remember it being this funny,” he mumbles, placing his wing on the plate.

“I don’t know, Marcus. There are many things you don’t find funny. Like the time we had that snowball fight in the park and you got mad.”

“Because it wasn’t funny. You socked me in the balls with a snowball.”

I laugh again, giggling in my seat. “Okay, in my defense, I was just whirling them around. I didn’t know one would hit you in your dick and cause you to fall down. Fuck, why do you always fall down?”

“Why do you always pick on me?” he mutters, a soft smile hidden on his face as he takes a drink of water.

“You’re so much fun to tease. It’s my greatest pleasure in life.”

“Oh, really?” Marcus leans over the table, and I go forward, getting closer to him. “I love knowing I give you the greatest pleasures of your life. In and out of bed.”

A tremble races down my spine, and I squirm in my seat. “No fair,” I whisper, blinking my eyes up at him. “You’re already turning me on and the night isn’t over.”

“It can be over whenever we say it’s over,” his voice rasps, leaning back into his space.

“No. We’re having a date and we’re finishing. That’s final.”

“Okay, okay,” he concedes, placing his hands up in surrender. “We’ll finish our date, and then I’ll take you back to my place where I’ll take you apart, stuffing you so full of my cock and keeping you up all night, you’ll be begging for sleep.”

“Again, not fair.” I pout, crossing my arms over my chest. Marcus says nothing, just smirks, leaning back against the booth. “Fine, let’s head to the next part of the night.”

We watch a movie at the drive-in, and it’s torture keeping my hands off him. If the parking lot was empty, I would have jumped him in the seat, but there were cars on both sides of us, so I was a good boy and kept my hands to myself. As soon as the credits roll, we’re taking off, making our way to Marcus’ apartment.

We crash through the front door, a mess of limbs tangled in one another, reaching and pulling off our clothes. Marcus attacks my mouth, shoving his tongue inside as soon as we’re both naked. He forces me to walk backward until I bump into the wall, moaning when he crowds in front of me. Fuck, I love the feeling of having his hands on me. The way they take their time exploring every dip in my body. Or the way he lightly squeezes each cheek before smacking it roughly. He grips onto my thigh, lifting it up and around his waist as I grind into him passionately. His finger dips into my crease, playing around with my hole.

“So fucking tight for me. I need to be inside this hole, baby. Are you going to open up and let me in?”

“God, yes,” I moan, trying to force his finger in deeper. “I don’t think I’ll make it to the bed.”

“Don’t worry. I’m planning to fuck you against this wall. Make you shout my name so the whole building hears it.”

“Yes, that,” I tell him, humping him unashamedly.

“Stay here and don’t move. I’m going to grab the lube.” He walks away before turning back. “Wait, turn around. Place your hands on the wall and stick your ass out.” I do as he says, smiling when he slaps my ass. “Just like that, baby. Now stay as you are.”

I wait against the wall as he rummages around his apartment in search of the lube. My hole clenches in anticipation of being filled, my cock rock-hard and bobbing in front of me. He returns quickly, dropping to his knees behind me and spreading my cheeks open. He licks a swipe up my crease before blowing cool air against my hole.

“God, look at this greedy little hole wanting to be filled by me. It keeps opening and closing, hoping for me to stuff you full of my dick. I wonder what would happen if I did this...” His voice trails off at the same moment he sticks his finger inside.

“Ungggg,” I moan, clenching against his finger.

“Such a good boy.”

My dick jerks at his praise, and I try to fuck myself back onto his finger, but it’s not enough. “I need more Marcus. I need your cock inside me, splitting me in two.”

“Your wish is my command.” He kisses up the back of my thighs, my ass cheeks, and then my back toward my shoulder. His finger stays inside the whole time, working me open. My body trembles at every brief touch, the feel of his hands intoxicating. He has this way of getting my body to melt with only a simple caress. He continues his onslaught, kissing up the side of my neck. “I think you’re ready.”

“Now, Marcus. Fuck me hard.” He steps away from me, and I hear the sound of lube being spread across his shaft. Growling, I hit the wall. “Hurry up.”

“So impatient,” he tsks, stepping up behind me. I’m about to say something else when he forces my body to bend forward and rams into me. My hole gives him no hesitation, letting him slide in easily. He pauses once he’s fully seated inside, his grip on my hips tightening. “Damn, Parker. You’re always so tight for me.”

“Stop talking and fuck me,” I moan, needing him to fucking move.

Marcus does as I say, pulling out to the tip before slamming back in. I close my eyes, enjoying the sensation of him taking me apart. He angles his hips, so he keeps hitting my prostate, and I smile, loving how well he knows my body. He can anticipate exactly what I want and how I want it before I have to communicate it. Working my body, he continues pounding into me, his fingers gripping my waist roughly.

He finds his release before I do, filling me full of his cum. His hand reaches out to my shoulder, spinning me around. I watch excitedly as he falls to the floor, pulling me into his mouth. He sucks me hard a few times until I come down his throat.

“God, yes,” I moan, thrusting my hips a few times.

Marcus sucks me until I’m completely empty before I pull out, dropping to my knees. He gathers me into his arms, holding me tightly.

“Tonight was perfect.” I rub at his happy trail, my body falling forward as he moves us against the wall.

“Every night is perfect with you. As cheesy as that sounds.”

“Now that I’ve been wined and dined and fucked so good, I’m ready to lie in bed and relax.” Giggling, I give him a soft kiss on his chest.

“ The Office? ” he asks, knowing I’ll never turn down watching my favorite show.

“Hell yeah, let’s do it.”